All language subtitles for Red.Eye.2005

Let's go.

Taylor.
Bob and Marianne Taylor.

Bear
with me one second.

- There are other hotels.
- Sorry.

What is the problem here?

We made these reservations
over six months ago.

- I know, I'm just not seeing it.
- Where's Lisa?

Lisa always takes care of us.

She's out of town.

- Her grandmother passed away.
- Cynthia?

Yes?

Would you get in more trouble

if you bothered her
or if I called corporate?

Okay.

Damn! Dallas drivers!

Who taught you how to drive?
Stevie Wonder?

- You'll catch your plane. You got...
- Ten minutes.

- Lisa Reisert.
- Lisa? Hi.

I'm so sorry to call, but I didn't know
what to do. I have a situation.

Slow down. What's the problem?

Bob and Marianne Taylor.

Yep. They're regulars.

Yeah, well, I think I sort of
erased their reservation.

I was never checked out
on this new system.

Did I mention I had a confirmed
reservation? This is my receipt.

I downloaded it
off the internet myself.

- I know, Mrs. Taylor, calm down.
- No! Don't say that. No...

- Calm down?
- She told me to calm down.

Don't tell us to calm down.
We've been very calm right up until now.

- I'm so sorry. Lisa?
- Cynthia, tell them one more minute,

they'll be happy, you promise.

One more minute.
You'll be happy.

- I promise.
- We better be.

Now, enter my PIN. It's 7- 8- 8... Hang on.

- Dad? Hold on.
- Lisa?

- Can you hold on?
- Sure.

Okay, it's 7- 8- 8- 4- underscore- L- Reisert.

Lisa, I'm so sorry
for calling.

No, no, it's fine, it's fine.

- Are you logged in yet?
- Yeah. What do I do?

Okay. Click on the Crisis folder,
you'll see a list of empty rooms,

give 'em fourth- floor, comp
'em for tonight and tomorrow.

Okay, just a sec.
Okay, you are all set.

The first two nights
are gonna be on us.

And if you need anything else,
just let me know.

We won't.

This is
not my fault.

God, they totally threw me.
They were such assholes.

Cynthia, there are no assholes.
Only guests with special needs.

- Here we are.
- Keep it. Anything else?

The Simpsons didn't get
the California King they requested.

What else?

- Oh, my God.
- Tell me.

Security left a message
saying the Charles Keefe party

will be arriving
at 5:30am instead of pm.

That's not that unusual.
Uh, it's a security thing.

Make sure our guys have the entrance set,
his security takes it from there.

Is Mr. Keefe Platinum Club
or something or...?

Political.
Home/and Security.

Make sure there's a box of
Montecristo Cubans in the room

and a bottle of Cristal
on ice. It's 3825.

- Okay. Got it covered. Safe flight.
- Thanks.

Passengers
leaving on Flight 1387.

Lisa Reisert.

I'm still here.

Dad, I'm so sorry.

- It's fine, sweetie.
- What's up?

Gearin' up for another sleepless night
with a comedy marathon.

Mmm. Before I forget,

that book I gave you,
you finish it yet?

Uh... almost.

You know, he's from Texas.

I didn't think shrinks
came from there.

Yeah, they do. They just move
to California and start TV shows.

- How's the remodeling?
- Good. Good.

They made headway
in the last few days.

I lost my wallet,
but that's par for the course.

- It's lookin' good.
- That's good. I can't wait to see it.

You should. The upstairs hallway
is totally unrecognizable.

Your room hasn't been touched.

No, Dad.

Please, go nuts, make it
into a gym or a putting green.

You know I can't do that.

You never know when you might just
wanna spend a few nights back here.

You know? Make an escape
from the day- to- day.

Day- to- day, it's where
I thrive. You know that.

Right.

So...

- how's your mom holdin' up?
- As good as can be expected.

And you? What about you?
You all right?

- Yep, I'm fine.
- You sure?

Everything's fine, Dad.

You're gonna have to start
takin' my word for it.

Look, I gotta go.
I gotta check in.

You sure you
don't need a pickup?

I thought you lost
your wallet.

Leese, it's just five minutes.

I'm taking the red- eye.
It's the last flight.

It's gonna be too late.
I love you. I'll call you.

- I love you too, sweetie.
- Okay, bye.

Attention.
We have a cancellation update.

Flight 1192 to Pittsburgh has been
canceled due to weather.

Anybody who was on the flight
to Atlanta that was canceled,

come to the front of the line
so we can reroute you.

Flight 1019 to Miami...

Oh!

- I'm sorry.
- Oh, don't sweat it.

I'm wearing
my combat boots.

- Excuse me?
- Travel is war these days.

Oh. Yeah.

Oh. I just love him.

How is that?
Are you learning a lot?

I'm not really sure.

He's so handsome.

I work during the day
so I always miss his shows.

Flight 247 to
Cleveland has been delayed.

- Here. That'll catch you up.
- Oh, no. No, no, I... I couldn't.

I'm finished. My dad's given me so many,
I could start a library. Please.

- That's very nice of you.
- Once again anyone who is scheduled

on the flight to Atlanta,
if you wanna get out of Dallas tonight,

come to the front
of the line at this time.

Excuse me.
You're letting them go,

but we've been standing here
for an hour? How does that happen?

If we don't re- book,
they miss their flight.

It doesn't matter that you canceled
my first flight then rerouted me?

- I understand.
- Get your boss. This is ridiculous!

Don't make her do that.
She's doing the best she can.

I don't think
I was talking to you

- I realize that...
- I'm trying...

Please, sir.

Um, she is the one standing between us
getting out and anarchy.

- But she's not the one in...
- She's exhausted, worked 18 hours,

and she suspects we all hate
her just as much as you do.

What do you say we give her a break?
Let her get back to a job

I'm guessing is a lot
more thankless than yours.

This airline sucks.

- Next in line, please.
- Oh. That's me.

Oh! Here.

Oh. Thank you very much.
And thank you.

You're welcome.

Yeah. Thank you.

Not at all.
That was just backup.

- You got the ball rolling.
- Yeah.

- Reflex, I guess.
- Why is that?

I work in a hotel. I deal with
people like that all the time.

Oh. Uh...
The Marriott? The Hilton?

- The Lux Atlantic. It's in...
- Miami.

- Right. I know it well.
- Yeah.

- So you're on this...
- Very delayed flight to Miami. Yeah.

- You?
- Yeah. Sadly, yeah.

But you know what?
That's why God created the Tex- Mex.

The best nachos in the airport
and right across from our gate.

Good tip. Thanks.

- Save you a seat.
- Oh. Uh...

Yeah, that was... I thought
since we're on the same flight...

I didn't mean to invade
your personal space or...

- No.
- I can take you over here.

I just... I have
a few calls to make.

Sure. I understand.
You go ahead.

- Have a good flight.
- Okay. You too.

We will be updating
you with the departure time

of Flight 1019
with service to Miami...

- Hi.
- Hi. You must be Rebecca.

- Yes.
- Well, my name's Mary,

and I hear this is the first time
you're flying by yourself.

Well, you must
be very brave.

- Are you gonna be okay?
- Yes, Mom.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, I'm sure.

- I'm just asking.
- I'm 11, not nine.

Come with me,
you two.

There you go, sir. Your nachos.
Careful, hot plate.

Thank you, sir.

- Oh!
- Oh, my God! I am so sorry.

- It's iced. Don't worry.
- Okay.

- Let me find you napkins.
- No, no, no. It's fine.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah. Uh...

Okay. Larry,

could you run back to Starbucks?
I need another mocha.

Finish that one?

Someone's wearin' it.

Ladies and
gentlemen, your attention.

Flight Number 17 leaving
Dallas National Airport from gate two

will be delayed for
20 minutes.

Paging a skycap with
electric cart to gate four.

Paging a skycap with
electric cart' to gate four.

- Oh. Hi.

Uh...

- Is this taken?
- No, it's all yours.

Thanks.

So, uh, did you
get your calls made?

Yep. No more calls.

Good. What will you have?

- Um... No, it's... I'm okay.
- If I can guess...

Okay.

Um...

I'm feeling vodka.

Definitely sweetened. Um...

- Cosmo. Way too common. Um...
- Mmm...

Screwdriver.

No. No. No.
Way too boring.

So that leaves me with the
simplicity of the grapefruit

or the complexity
of the pineapple.

Grapefruit sea breeze.

Uh, could I have a bay breeze?

You got it.

Thanks. It's an impressive
talent, though. Very close.

- You know, breaks the ice.
- Yeah.

- So are you headed home?
- Yeah. Trying.

Yeah. Flying's so
much fun these days.

Fun for me is just getting off
that plane in one piece.

- Oh. Fear of flying?
- Yeah. Just a little.

Were you in Texas
on hotel business?

No. My grandmother died.

Oh.

It's okay. She was 91.

- Ninety- one.
- Yeah.

That's respectable.
What was her secret?

Grape- Nuts.
And a guy named Duke.

Excuse me?

Yeah, she said the Grape- Nuts
kept her arteries clean

and Duke helped
with the rest.

Wow. A dynamic woman.

Nothing fazed her, you know?
She was so optimistic.

"Always look forward."

That's what she'd say.

- There ya go.
- Thanks.

...heightened security
measures are now in place.

- That taste okay?
- It's fine.

You sure? 'Cause we can
always get you that sea breeze.

You sound like my dad.
I say I'm fine,

he says, "Are you sure?"
I'm sure.

- Okay, I believe you.
- Good.

- The name's Jackson, by the way.
- Lisa.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Is it Jack for short?

No, I haven't gone by Jack
since I was ten years old.

Last name's Rippner.

Jack Rippner.

Jack... the... Oh.

- There you go.
- Okay.

- That wasn't nice of your parents.
- No.

That's what I told 'em
before I killed 'em.

What?

Well, if it's any comfort,
my middle name's Henrietta.

Henrietta.

But that's my
grandma's name, though.

Was.

Well, here's to Henrietta,
whose spirit is very much alive.

What?

I'm tellin' you, man,
she was tasty.

Let's go
to Washington for an update.

As the war on terrorism escalates,
Deputy Secretary of Homeland Security

Charles Keefe embarks on
a seven- day tour of Southern port cities,

starting tomorrow. You may
recall that four months ago,

Keefe sent shockwaves through
the department after he made remarks

during his first
press conference.

I don't discriminate,
I communicate.

Just not always
with a kind word.

Now, don't get me wrong,
I believe in diplomacy.

It can work. But first
you have to have their attention.

Do I have your attention? Thank you.
Thank you very much.

We're cleared for the boarding
of Flight 1019, service to Miami, Florida.

- I guess that's us.
- Wonders never cease.

Yeah.

- Uh, let me get this.
- Oh, no. No. Please.

I got it. I got it.

- Yeah. Keep the change.
- Thanks.

- Thanks.
- Welcome.

Well...

Report unattended
baggage to security.

Can you hang on? I'm sorry.

- Mm- hmm.
- Hello? Yeah.

Can you just hold on?

Um... I gotta take this.

- I'm sorry.
- That's okay.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

- Have a good flight. Bye- bye.
- You too.

Bye.

Hey. Yeah, looks like
we're gettin' outta here.

The storm's moved on.
No, there's time.

- Thank you for your patience, sir.
- Yeah, right.

Come on, we gotta
move it, bro. Come on.

Whoa!

- Whoa. You made it, boys.
- Yeah. Just barely.

Thank you. Bye- bye.

Here we go.

- Thank you. Enjoy.
- Thanks.

There you go.
Thanks for your patience.

5- A is to your right.
Enjoy your flight. Hello.

- Hi.
- 18- G. Down the aisle to your left.

- Thank you.
- Thanks for your patience.

- How are you?
- Better now.

- Sorry for the delay.
- 21- F.

- 21- F is right down...
- Yeah. Thank you.

Hi, how are you?

Ladies and gentlemen,
we're going to dim the lighting

for tonight's flight. Lights can be
activated by the button on your armrest.

Once we've reached cruising altitude
and the captain turns off

the fasten seat belt sign,
we will be offering our beverage service

with complimentary soft
drinks, juice and coffee.

- I'll help.
- Cocktails available for a charge.

Thank you.

- Oh!
- Oh.

Hi.

Again.

- I figured you'd be in first class.
- No, not me.

- I'm all coach, all the time.
- Me too.

Yeah. I think that's my seat.

What, you're not sitting here.

Well, I don't know.

- That says 18- G?
- You're kidding.

You're not kidding.
You need a bellhop?

- No, no, no. That's okay.
- Let me help. I insist.

Oh!

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- You sure? Okay.
- Yeah.

I'm not normally
such a lightweight.

Those were strong bay breezes.

Well, I'm cutting you
off anyways, all right?

So... What are the odds, huh?

Yeah, I know.

Wait a minute.

You're not
stalking me, are you?

No.

- You got me.
- I'm sorry.

- Oh, jeez.
- You all right?

If I say yes, are you
gonna ask me if I'm sure?

No. No.
That's your dad's department.

Yeah, I'm fine. I...

Earlier today I had
some cheap wine at the funeral,

and combined
with the cheap vodka...

- I see.
- I blame you for that part.

- Well, I feel terrible now.
- You should.

Oh, I do.

We know
it's been a long night,

so stow your belongings
and take your seats

as quickly as possible,
we'll be under way. Thank you.

- I think somebody needs a bellhop.
- Excuse me.

Okay.

Let me.

- Thank you so much.
- You're welcome.

Just when I thought there
weren't any gentlemen left.

You have
a pleasant flight.

Oh, my.

I'm already in chapter two.

Oh, great.

Um...

I gave her
this book earlier.

She's a huge Dr. Phil fan.

Oh, I saw that.
Very nice of you.

Well, that's me.

People- pleaser, 24- 7.

- Well, you are popular.
- I'm sorry.

- No, it's okay. No.
- It isn't usually like this.

Go ahead.

Hey. What's up?

Yeah. No, it's okay.

So it's
definitely happening? Uh- huh.

5:30. Okay, done deal.

Work. For the last time.

- Goodbye, Joe.
- Good flight.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

At this time
we'd like to ask that you discontinue

the use of any electronic devices,
pagers, cell phones, laptops,

anything with a switch should
now be in the off position.

The use of cell phones is not
allowed during the flight.

A list of devices suitable for
use can be found on the cover

- of your Fresh Air magazine.
- Flight attendants, please be seated.

From the deck,
looks like we’re the red- eye to Miami.

Welcome. The weather
conditions may cause

a bumpy takeoff, but don't worry,
we'll soon climb above it.

We'll see if we can't make up
lost time once we're in the air.

We're number one for departure.
Flight attendants, secure the cabin.

Ladies and gentlemen, we've been cleared
for takeoff. Please enjoy your flight.

- We're not gonna make it.
- Shut up.

We're not gonna
make it.

I will punch you
in your face. Shut up.

Just kidding. Come on.

Are we there yet?

So, uh, was Henrietta your
mom's mom or your dad's mom?

Um... My mom's. My dad's...

Mmm.

My dad's died
a long time ago.

Are your folks still together?

Um...

They divorced three years ago,
uh, married for 32.

Oh.

That's a shame.
So your mom...

Mom moved back to Texas
and Dad stayed in Miami.

I see. And does
Dad still work?

Yeah. No!
He's recently retired.

He's got a lot of time on his
hands so he makes phone calls.

Okay. He's filling
all his work time with...

Worry time.

Does he have reason
to worry about you?

Well, even if he does,
I mean,

he's just gotta get used
to the fact that life changes

and sometimes things happen.

I know what you mean.

Usually when things are going perfectly,
you're back on track,

everything's going to plan,
and then one day, outta nowhere,

somebody forgets to bolt
the engine to the wing.

Yeah.

This is your captain. We're
through the worst of it, so you can relax.

Keep your seat belt
fastened while seated,

as we may hit more turbulence.
Thank you.

- Thanks for distracting me.
- Well, it's not really what I'm doing.

What are you doing?

Just keeping the focus
on you and your father.

Why?

Part of my job.

Are you a shrink?

No. Manager.

- Better not say of a hotel.
- No.

- That would...
- Cause you to buy a self- help book.

- So, what do you do?
- Government overthrows,

flashy high- profile
assassinations. The usual.

- You're a spy. I should've known.
- No, I'm not a spy.

- A hit man.
- I'm a lousy shot.

Right.
You work for the CIA.

Well, if I did,
I couldn't say, could I?

- But, no.
- The Mafia?

The money's shit.

Okay, well,
that's kinda weird.

- Why don't you tell me what you do?
- I did.

Okay. Okay, I'm sorry, I...

It's... Whatever you do,
that's your own business.

Just as long as you're not...

What?

Hijacking the plane.

Oh. No.
No, I'm not suicidal.

That's good.

You're right. Most days
it is my own business.

But right now, as fate would have it,
my business is all about you.

- I'm sorry, about me?
- That's right.

Okay, I'm not sure
where you're going with this.

Charles Keefe. One of your regular VIPs.
Ring a bell?

- No, should it?
- Yes, it should.

He's on his way to your hotel
and that's why you need to listen.

No. No, I don't think...

- I don't have to do that.
- Yes, you do,

if you want
your dad to live.

- What did you say?
- You heard me.

Yeah.

Suit yourself.

You might wanna
take a look at this.

JR. Joe Reisert.
Your father? Yes?

- Where did you get that?
- Oh. I didn't get it.

My associate grabbed it
off your dad's desk.

Apparently next to
your graduation picture.

JR.
Definitely Dad's wallet.

His initials.
But gee, mine too.

Jack Rippner.
Credit card, license.

"For some reason, Stewardess,
this emotionally unstable,

inebriated girl, whom
I've never met before tonight,

suddenly went crazy when
I took it out of my pocket."

You tell the flight attendant
and your dad dies.

Sit down.

You might wanna buckle up.

- Any luck?
- Our pensions go, then our coffeepots.

18- G's flashing.
Do you want me to...?

I'll take care of it.
She probably just wants another drink.

Maybe I'll join her.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- What can I do for ya?
- Leese,

did you need another
pillow or anything?

No, I don't need anything.

She's just had
a really rough day.

A death in the family.

- Oh. I'm so sorry.
- Yeah.

- I'll get you water and some tissues.
- Thanks.

- Be right back.
- Thank you.

That was great, Leese.
Keep doing the right thing.

Just bottle the emotions
a little more, okay?

Have you done
something to my father?

No. And it'll stay that way
as long as you keep playing along.

What do you want from me?

Now, I wanna wait
for your Kleenex and water.

And once we have our privacy,
we can get back to business.

- Here you go.
- Oh, thank you so much.

- Sure. Feel better, hon.
- Thank you.

I need you
to call your hotel.

It's very simple.
Just use your managerial pull

to move Keefe
from 3825 to suite 4080.

I'll leave the details to you.
You just sell it.

You've got the wrong person.
I don't have the authority to do that.

Well, I happen
to know that you do.

You're the only voice
that can get this done

by the time
I need it done.

You need me to write it down?

No.

Well,
then what's the delay?

So by changing Keefe's room,
does that make it easier?

Lisa, whatever female- driven,
emotion- based dilemma

you're dealing with right now,
you have my sympathy.

But for the sake
of time and sanity,

let's break this down into
a little male- driven, fact- based logic.

One simple phone call
saves your dad's life.

And it has to be made soon.

You're gonna kill Keefe,
aren't you?

You really need to start worrying
more about your dad, Leese.

How am I supposed to know if he's okay?
How do I know you haven't hurt him?

He's fine.

Why am I supposed to believe?

The last call I got said he was sitting
in the TV room eating leftover lasagna

and watching
the comedy marathon.

Relax, Leese. By now my guy is probably
back in his silver Beemer,

parked outside
9321 Blossom Palms Lane.

He's sitting in the dark,
listening to a little smooth jazz,

while he sharpens
his 12- inch KA- BAR.

That's a knife, Leese.

I wanna talk to my dad.

Sure. After you make the call.

No. I wanna know he's okay
right now or I don't call anybody.

Your dime.

Credit card?

Ladies and gentlemen,
the captain has turned off the

fasten seat belt sign.

You're free to move
about the cabin.

Stay tuned for more of the comedy
marathon following these messages.

I'm comin', I'm comin'!

God.

- Hello?
- Dad?

Leese? Are you already home?

No, I'm on the air phone
on the plane.

We were late taking offend...

Honey, I know you
don't like it when I ask,

but are you all right?

You sound upset.

Leese?

Leese? Are you still there?

Did he sound
healthy to you?

I hope that's a yes,
because that's the best I can do.

Now let's get
this over with.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.
Can you help me again?

Last time, I promise.

Sure.

Don't get cute.

- You're so sweet.
- Hello, again.

You know, I didn't think that
this book would be so much work.

There's all these surveys about yourself
before you can go on to the rest...

Could you
wait one second?

- Sure.
- My nails.

Know what? Don't worry
about the surveys. I'll just...

- I'll just highlight my favorite part.
- Wonderful.

- Got it.
- Great.

- You are a lifesaver.
- Yep.

Would you gimme your address
too? I wanna return the favor.

I'm always breaking
my nails on these things.

I'm gonna need you
to help me put it back up.

Clear the aisle.

We're on a collision course.

I'll come back for that later.

No. Here you go.

- Last time?
- Thank you.

Okay.

- Sorry I'm... I'm blocking your seat.
- Not at all.

- Excuse us, ma'am.
- I'm going.

Thank you.

They're much
pushier these days.

I didn't want this
to get complicated.

I have to assume
she's gonna read that.

Read what?

- How's she doin'?
- Much better. Thank you.

- Good.
- Thanks.

Pillow?

Would you like a blanket?

Pillow? Pillow?

Would you like a blanket?
Would you like a blanket?

Please return
to your seats. Thank you.

"I want you to get
excited about your life.

But you gotta get real.

I'm challenging you,
starting now,

to stop dealing
in opinions and assumptions

and start dealing in facts.

Fact: Fearing to act is human.

Failing to act
is just plain dumb.

Fact: Thinking when
you should be acting

will only make
your head hurt."

I'm not makin' this up, Leese.
It's right here.

Fact:

You've been out
for a half an hour

and Keefe's room still
hasn't been changed.

So I got you some aspirin.

I need you coherent, Leese.

Well, We were
hoping things would calm down,

but that's not happening. So control's
just cleared us up to 35,000 feet.

Let's see if we can't get above
this weather, smooth things out.

Now, let's do this.

If I do it,
if I make that call,

do you promise you'll tell who's
outside my dad's house to go away?

You call, I call,
Dad wakes up, puts on coffee,

never suspects a thing,
you go back to work, life goes on.

I am now calling your hotel.

I don't have to tell you
to sound convincing.

- You've said enough.
- Good.

Good morning,
Lux Atlantic Resort, this is Cynthia.

Hello? Hello?

Cynthia, it's Lisa.

Lisa? You sound terrible.
Are you okay?

There's just... There's a lot
of turbulence on the plane.

- You're still on the plane?
- Yeah.

I heard flights are delayed.

You'd be so proud of me.
We're all set for Keefe.

Cristal on ice, the cigars,
not easy to find this time of night.

You know, about that.
I'm gonna

need you to do me a favor, okay?

You sure you're okay?

Please do not
ask me again if I'm okay.

I hope you're...

Look, uh,
something's come up.

We gotta change Keefe's room.

Can you pull up the file?

We're gonna move him
to room 4080. Right.

The PIN is 4882.

I'm gonna need you to take...

Gimme that.

Hello? Cynthia?

Pretty clear thinking,
given the circumstances.

Let me guess,
stress management courses?

They're really paying off. We get
outta this, I may have to steal you.

- Excuse me, miss.
- Yes?

- Are the phones not working?
- They cut out during storms.

They'll come back
when we find clear air.

Great. Thank you.

You don't have a backup plan?

- Why are you doing this here?
- Blame your grandmother.

She keeled over,
you hopped on the next flight,

- Keefe changed plans, here we are.
- Peanuts or pretzels?

- Peanuts, thank you.
- Ma'am?

No.

So, what happens
if they don't start working?

You bury your dad
in a closed casket.

Well, gang, brace yourselves,
'cause I have news. I'm engaged!

I know him.

- Know who?
- Keefe.

He's a really decent man.

Well, sometimes bad things
happen to good people.

Like you.

You know, I've known you
for a while now, Lisa.

Before tonight, I mean.

And far as I can tell, your life
revolves around your job.

The occasional cocktail
at the corner cafe,

the classic late- night movies.
And scrambled eggs at 3am.

What turned you
into such a loner?

Was it your
parents' divorce?

Wait, did someone
break your heart?

The captain has turned off
the fasten seat belt sign.

I have to go to the restroom.

You're free to move
about the cabin.

Best I can do.

Okay, you know what?
You got me.

I'm gonna make that call
when I can make the call.

But right now
you gotta let me go.

I need to go.

Okay. I trust you.

And I need my purse.

But not that much.

I was really nervous
there for a minute.

We just kept
goin' in and out.

Excuse me.

You in line?

Yeah. Do you wanna...?

You were here first.

Excuse me.

Oh, God.

Okay. Get up.

I was wondering...

Don't fight me.

You're all worked up

from being so creative.
Breathe.

Hey, Rebecca.

You can't just
run off like that.

A man went in there.

Everyone shares. I'll take you
to the one close to your seat.

But a lady's in there too.

Okay, one of those flights.
Here, come on.

Please, just stop
whoever's at my dad's house.

I already have, by twice intercepting
these little communiqués.

If they'd have fallen into
the hands of a stewardess,

she'd have gone to the cockpit
and we'd land somewhere else.

If that happens, Leese,
our guy in the BMW's

gonna know about it.
So do Dad a favor

and stop gambling
with his life.

You don't have to do this.
Any of this.

Someone do that to you?

No.

Is that what it is?

No.

You know what I think?

You know what I think?

I think you're not
such an honest person.

Because I've followed
you for eight weeks now

and I never once
saw you order anything

but a fucking sea breeze.

I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.

I never lied to you, Leese.

Know why?
'Cause it doesn't serve me.

We're both professional.
We have the will and the means

to follow through.
'Cause when we don't,

our customers aren't happy.
And when they're not,

we suffer
and our lives go to shit.

And that's not
going to happen.

Is it?

- Good.

Because I'm gonna tell you
the phones are working again.

Are you sure we
got a deal this time?

- Huh?
- Yes.

Peachy.

Well, thanks
for the quickie.

Good.

Come on.

Excuse me.

This isn't a motel.

Sure.

- Lose something?
- Yes, my book.

It was here. Maybe it
slipped down behind your...

I need you to pull
yourself together, Lisa.

We seem to have attracted
a little attention.

Once they've made their
rounds, we'll make the call.

The captain has turned on
the fasten seat belt sign.

Please return to your seats
as soon as possible. Thank you.

Yo. You steal
my pen, jackass?

No, man, cut it out.
I'm sleepin'.

Mr. Keefe has a 7am breakfast
and the meeting's at 8am sharp.

We're out by 9:15.
How we doin'?

Cars are en route
and on time.

Armored Escalades,
full communication package.

- Thanks. We're all set.
- Good. Get these out with changes.

- You got it.
- Think fast!

- Danny. Daddy's working.
- Thattaboy.

Come here, you.

You should
be sleeping.

Ten minutes
till wheels down.

Trash?

I'll get that.

It's time.

Thank you.

Lux Atlantic Resort,
this is Cynthia.

Hello?

- Cynthia, it's Lisa.
- Hey, you.

So I guess you
still need that favor.

Yeah. I was checking
with Dan Young from Maintenance.

- We can't put Keefe in that room.
- But he always stays there.

I know. But they were fixing
a water valve in the master bath

and they didn't fix the right one
so if anyone uses the plumbing...

- The shit'll hit the fan.
- Exactly.

So where do we move him to?

Lisa? You still there?

4080.

4080. Okay.

- His security people will be...?
- You're right.

They're not gonna be happy,
so just...

- Just tell them I authorized it.
- Okay. Oh, my God.

The cigars, the Cristal.
There's hardly time, Leese. I better go.

Outstanding.

We're close.

What?

You know what. My dad.

Make the call.
Your part of the deal.

- I still need you.
- You promised.

I'll keep that. As soon
as we're on the ground,

I'll get confirmation
Keefe has been handled.

While you wait, what if your
guy decides to kill my dad

- because you didn't make the call?
- He doesn't move

unless I say so. He's a good dog.
He responds only to his master's voice.

It'll all be over soon.
The Keefe's will be history,

your dad will be safe,
we'll both go back...

- What did you say?
- What?

His family's with him?

You're gonna kill
his family too?

Somebody wants to send
a big brash message,

that's their business.

I do my part, move on.

Oh, my God.

Lisa, shh.

Hi, welcome to the Lux Atlantic.
Welcome to the Lux Atlantic.

Hi. Here are all your keys.

We're putting you in suite 4080.
Manager got that approved.

4080? We're in 3825.

- 4080. Beautiful suite.
- We're always in 3825.

Except, we've got a bad
plumbing problem in 3825.

4080, toilets are good.

They want us
to switch rooms.

We made redundant reservations.
We can go to the Hilton.

Charles.
The kids are exhausted.

- Who made the approval?
- Lisa Reisert.

It's okay, I know her.

- We need to sweep the room.
- Well, get on it.

Yes, sir.

Well, we've begun
our initial descent into Miami.

We'll have you on the ground soon. We know
you have many choices when you fly.

On behalf of the crew,
thank you for choosing Fresh Air.

Seat in the upright position.

How long till we land?

We should be touching down
in just a few minutes.

Ma'am. Please
put your seat up. Thank you.

In preparation for landing,
make sure your seat belts are fastened

and your seats in the upright positions
with tray tables stowed.

Thank you.

What's wrong now?

You hit me on the head

and slammed me against
the wall, remember?

Well, suck it up.

We've come too far.
Don't blow it now.

Come on, sit up.
Sit up, Leese.

We're almost there.

- Anything?
- Not much. A yacht.

Way out there.
Fishing, I think.

- Call it in.
- Right away.

Flight attendants,
secure the cabin for arrival in Miami.

We have gate information
for those of you continuing your travel.

A gate attendant will help you.
Thank you for your patience

throughout this flight.
Have a pleasant day.

At the gate, I'll follow
you into the terminal,

we'll hit Starbucks,
grab a couple of lattes,

kill 10, 15 minutes till I get the call
that Keefe's been taken out.

And then I walk
outta your life.

Well... once I'm outta
your line of sight,

I'll call off
Mr. Killer from outside Dad's

and then you're free.
Free to yell and scream,

call your dad, tell him to run
to the neighbor's. Sound good?

Whatever you say.

What, no questions?

What good have
they done me so far?

Best question
you've asked all night.

Flight attendants,
be seated.

Ladies and gentlemen,
on behalf of your Fresh Air crew,

we'd like to
welcome you to Miami.

The weather is 79 and sunny.

- It's all clear down below.
- Catch much today?

Not yet, sir.

Sorry for the intrusion, sir.

Hey, no problem.

- You guys have a good one.
- Thanks.

- Good luck, fellas.
- Thanks.

13,
sergeant one on central.

- All right, we're clear.
- Okay, let's go.

Coast Guard says
it's all clear.

Bring 'em up.

It happened in a parking lot.

The scar.

Two years ago.

In the middle of the day.

He held a knife
to my throat...

the whole time.

Ever since, I've been
trying to convince myself

of one thing,
over and over.

That it was beyond
your control.

No.

That it would
never happen again.

Excuse me.

Lady!

I have a flight to catch.
Sorry.

You all right?

Oh, God! We need
help back here!

Oh, my God.

- Is anyone a doctor?!
- Excuse me. Sorry.

- A man needs help.
- Stay right there.

Help! Help!

- One minute, miss, please.
- We need a doctor!

Stay... Everyone,
remain calm and return to your seats.

- There goes your pen, dude.
- We need an ambulance.

Hey, stop that woman.
She stabbed the guy!

Hey!

We have an emergency.
Security to the M- 2 gate.

Attention, Security.

Request for assistance, code three,
gate M- 2. Security, code three.

- Did you see where she went?
- Right around the corner.

I'm really thirsty.

Hi. I'm Wendy
from airport food services.

- Have you dined at our terminal before?
- Um, yeah.

I used to...

Where did she go?

Sir!

Okay, we have
a doctor for you.

Don't speak. You don't wanna
damage your vocal cords.

Oh. It doesn't look bad.
It's your windpipe.

It's not dangerous really.
No, don't! Hey!

Sir. Sir!

- Hey, you need a hospital!
- Sir!

You're gonna have to fill out
a report to the police!

- That's my scarf!
- Whoa.

Passengers
for Flight 1221, 1221,

Come on.

- we're boarding rows...
- Come on.

No! Shit!

Gate M- 2!

M- 2. M- 2, all the way up!

- Yeah, we're up there right now.
- M- 2!

Your attention. Arriving
passengers from Fresh Air Flight 217,

please retrieve your baggage
at carousel number three.

Careful.

Heads up!

Oh! Oh.

Come on. Come on, close.

- Come on!
- Danny! Slow down, honey.

- Kids, be careful.
- Keep two on the roof, two downstairs.

- Fantastic.
- Nice.

Isn't this nice?

Welcome to
Miami International Airport.

Remember, smoking is not
allowed in the airport.

Keep your baggage with you
and report unattended baggage

to airport security.
Thank you.

My car!

Okay. Come on.

Shit!

Ah!

Shit! Jeez!

Okay. Okay, one more.

Got it.

Lux Atlantic Resort,
this is Cynthia...

- Put me through to Keefe's room!
- Lisa? What's going on?

You have got to get
Keefe out of that room.

- You already changed him.
- No, it's got nothing to...

Look, I think something's
gonna happen. You...

Listen, pull the fire alarm.

- What the hell are...?
- Evacuate the hotel! Get everyone out!

You've got to go up there now
and physically tell them!

Tell them that Keefe
is a target!

Cynthia, Keefe is a target!

Somebody's going to kill him!

Oh, shit.

Shit, shit.

Get people out!

Everybody, please make
your way toward the exit.

Everybody stay calm.
We need to evacuate the lobby.

Okay, one more.
Come on, one more.

Damn it!

Hello?

Mr. Keefe! Mr. Keefe!

- Hello!
- What's goin' on?

Something's happening.
Lisa called. Get Keefe outta here.

Code red! Get him outta here!
Come on! Move it!

- Sarah, we gotta hurry.
- Danny.

- Charles!
- Lydia!

- We gotta go.
- You got him?

- I got him!
- Everybody move! Rooftop! Go!

Everybody, right now!

Get him out of here.

Get in the elevator!

Let's go! Come on! Come on!

- I want everybody outta there!
- Move!

- Get in! Get in!
- Incoming!

Move, people, move!

Get down!

Oh, my God.

Ah!

All right.
Get him outta here.

- Come on, let's go!
- Get out! Come on.

- You okay?
- Yeah, we're okay.

Let's go, come on, come on!

Lisa?

- Dad.
- Lisa, what the hell?

- Did you call 911?
- I already did. Who is this?

- I can explain that. Are you okay?
- Am I okay? Come on.

- I have to call the hotel.
- Come on. Come on. Sit. Sit.

- Okay. Okay. You're okay.
- Yeah.

- Okay.
- I'll get the first aid kit.

The cops are on the way.

- Lux Atlantic Resort.
- Cynthia, are you okay?

- Yeah.
- Is everyone else okay?

Yeah, yeah, sure,
we're all okay, I think.

You better get over here.

I have no idea how
I'm gonna explain this.

Okay. Okay. Um, I'm on my way.

Dad, I need your keys.
We have to get...

Hi.

Dad!

Oh, he's not dead.

I wanted him to see what
I'm gonna do to you first.

Dad.

Come on.

You have to get up.

You see, Lisa, I never lie.

Okay, so is this personal now?

Just finishin' the job.

Well, you're too late.
Everyone's alive.

In that hotel,
every single person is alive.

What, you didn't know?
You failed, Jack.

- I'll finish the job.
- Not in my house.

Ugh! Oof!

Where's your male- driven,
fact- based logic now, Jack?

I don't think
that's what got you here.

Did you hear me?

This is 911 dispatch.
Is anyone there?

Yes. Hello.

I'm sorry it took so long.

We had an emergency downtown.

It says you had someone
hit in front of your house.

There is a man in my house
who's trying to kill me.

Okay, if you can, lock yourself
in a room immediately.

Units are on the way.

Just hurry.

No!

You're pathetic.

- We'll talk again.
- Don't move.

Hey!

Come on, sweetheart.
Come on.

Right over there. Right there.

Excuse me.

- Jerry, What's your 20?
- Standby.

Cynthia.

- We got it covered.
- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm...
- Yeah?

Yeah, I mean...

I think we had a really good night,
all things considered.

Just that one
incident, really.

Cynthia, you did so good.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

Excuse me. Ladies.

Mr. Keefe.

I'd like to thank you both.

- For my family, I thank you.
- Sir. We have to go.

- Let's talk soon, yes?
- Mm- hmm.

- Roger that.
- Lisa!

This is the worst
experience we have ever had.

Do you have any idea
what we have been through?

- Well...
- First there was no reservation.

Then, our ceiling exploded.
I got chunks of plaster all over me.

I could get asthma.

I'm so sorry. Is there anything
we can do to make it up to you?

Yes.
Start by cleaning house.

Get rid of her.
She is completely incompetent.

Absolutely. And cheeky too.

I see. Well...

Here's what you can do. Fill out
a comment card at our front desk.

A comment card? She asked us
to fill out a comment card.

You want us to fill
out a comment card?

Yes, I do. And after you
finish, you can go ahead

and just shove
it up your ass.

Yeah.

- You are so my hero.
- Let's get outta here.

- Let's open the bar.
- Champagne?

Oh, anything but a bay breeze.

Okay.