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(BEEPING)

MAN: (OVER P.A.) Stand by for link-up to NASA Command.

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

- Stanley. - Tom, glad to see you made it.

I wouldn't miss this for the world.

MAN: (OVER P.A.) National Weather Institute, this is NASA Command.

We will transfer control of satellite Gulf-001...

in six, five, four,

- three, two... - BREAKER: Do source code.

...one. Mark.

Enter current access code. Captains Trilling, Gilder.

(WHIRRING)

We got it. It's ours.

- (EXHALES) - (APPLAUSE)

Be advised, we have received satellite Gulf-001. Thank you, Houston.

All right, let's see what she can do.

Activating observation function. Power's at 10.

Setting for Stage 2.

Ah, what have we got here?

Jim, clean it up.

Oh, my God, she's turning over!

Jim!

Apply full image enhancing.

JIM: Oh, holy guacamole!

The damn thing works.

That goddamn Travis Dane.

If the optical circuits he designed are this good,

the targeting system must be devastating.

Dane would love this.

NASA thinks that this is a weather satellite.

All right, let's do a weapons check.

I guess this wasn't the bust Congress thought it was.

What Congress don't know won't hurt them, or us.

Something bothering you, Captain?

Uh, it's just too bad Dane wasn't here today, you know.

Travis Dane was a nut.

The man drove his car into a lake.

He was crazy.

- They found the body yet? - No, just the car.

And a note that said, "Chance favors the prepared mind."

Odd, huh?

But then, so was Dane.

Captains, you did a hell of a job.

Be proud of yourselves.

Enjoy your weekend.

Thank you, General.

Captain, could I talk to you for a sec? Excuse me.

Have a nice weekend.

Go home.

As you know, there's gonna be an air show at the Air Force Academy this weekend.

I thought maybe you'd like to join me for a drink.

Check out the new technologies.

All the top brass is gonna be there.

Who knows, it might do your career some good.

Sorry, I already have plans.

Oh. Yeah, sure, I understand.

Well, like the General said,

you did a good job.

Thank you...

sir.

Let's go, let's go, you're running late.

Where the hell have you been?

Been on some kind of special op or something?

Lieutenant, always a pleasure.

I know, I know, you can't tell me.

- Sorry to hear about your brother, Casey. - Yeah, me too.

- MAN: Hey, Casey. - Hey, the family?

You're gonna have to hurry if we're gonna make that train.

It leaves in 45 minutes.

How come you two are taking a train to California, anyway?

CASEY: Would you fly if your parents just died in a plane crash?

WOMAN: Hi, Casey. MAN: What's up, Casey?

- Hi, Casey. - MAN: Welcome back.

This place runs a whole lot better when you're around.

I mean, I can run it, but...

Yeah, you can run it but you can't cook.

Well, the patrons come here for you, Casey, they don't come here for me.

She's a cute kid.

Is that your niece?

CASEY: Yeah. She's the only family I have left.

I don't even know if I'll recognize her anymore.

Come on, Casey. We're gonna miss that train.

I missed my brother's funeral, so, uh,

we're not gonna miss the train.

MAN: (OVER P.A.) Your attention, please.

The Grand Continental with continuing service from Denver to Los Angeles,

now boarding on Track 3.

All passengers for Los Angeles can begin boarding now. Thank you.

(INAUDIBLE)

Uh, has a Sarah Ryback picked up any tickets at...

Uncle Casey.

It's nice to see you too.

You've gotten big, huh?

Well, a lot can happen in five years.

Sir? I found them. It'll just be a moment.

Um, so, what have you been doing?

Oh, you know, taking care of airplane crashes, funerals,

stuff like that.

Yeah, so, um...

There you are, Mr. Ryback. That'll be Track 3.

- (INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT) - (TRAIN HORN BLARING)

Hey, you know, I was thinking...

I remembered that you collect teddy bears and I got you a teddy bear.

Now, this isn't quite as good of a teddy bear as some of yours.

I know that you may be too mature

to hang out with teddy bears now.

But, you know, it's the thought that counts.

Thanks.

I guess I'm not trained for this.

Excuse me. Uh...

Excuse me, can I carry your bags? Oh, nice...

uh, medal you got there.

Yeah, it's a Navy Cross.

You know, my uncle was in the Navy, and he didn't look nothing like you.

Yo, what is that right there?

- This? - Yeah.

- This is Mace. - Oh, okay.

All right. Look. Listen, I have to look busy, okay.

So why don't you just let me take your bag,

because if I don't take your bag, I could get fired.

And if I get fired, well, I won't have enough money to pay for college,

and I'll be poor and broke.

This is gonna work. I like this. This is gonna work.

So now, um, what compartment did you say you were in?

- Um... - My compartment.

TRILLING: Sorry.

(TRAIN HORN BLARING)

TRILLING: Excuse me. WOMAN: Excuse me.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

Captain Gilder.

Fancy meeting you here.

Have some champagne, Captain Trilling.

Ah...

Good things to those who wait.

Okay, you waited.

(TURNS VOLUME UP)

- (KEYPAD BEEPS) - (GATE BUZZES OPEN)

(MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO)

MAN: (ON RADIO) Colorado Air Base,

this is Chopper Whiskey Bravo requesting landing...

GUARD 1: Hey!

- (GRUNTS) - (MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)

GUARD 2: Hey, hold on there.

- Hi. Um... - Hi.

I was wondering what that girl over there's drinking.

You mean, the little girl with the tonic and lime and the bad ID?

That's the one.

- You're not drinking? - No.

Well, why don't you join me. I don't like drinking alone.

There's no alcohol in that drink.

Yeah, well, you always knew everything, anyway.

Do you think we could have sort of a pleasant conversation?

Sure.

Let's talk about why you and my dad stopped talking.

Listen, you know, I know that your father and I had our differences.

But that doesn't mean I didn't love him.

But you didn't even talk.

Time goes by...

it seems to fly, and before you know it...

things happen.

But I never thought...

I'd never get a chance to straighten things out with him.

You know he didn't get the medals in the service by being a choirboy.

I don't want you talking about my father that way.

Think I need a drink.

What's the strongest stuff you got?

KELLY: Um, how about Puerto Rican rum?

CASEY: Oh, yeah.

Uncle Casey...

Um, I don't want to fight. It's just...

Well, I just promised myself that, before I got here,

I would tell you how I felt and...

Well, now...

let's just be friends.

- Okay. - Okay.

I'm going for a walk.

- Hi. - Hey! (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

- What's up? - What's in there?

Uh, it's top-secret train security. I can't let you get in there.

- Oh, come on, what's in there? - No, no. Come on now.

Don't make me restrain you

because I've been doing a little working out, you see, my chest.

And it'd be real easy to do that.

Mmm-hmm. Okay. Restrain me.

- You want me to restrain you? - Yeah.

(LAUGHS) All right, if you say so. It's gonna be real easy.

Whoa, whoa!

Oh!

Okay...

There's a mop and a broom, and a whole bunch of smelly stuff

you don't want nothing to do with.

(BOBBY GROANS)

Who taught you that shit?

Well, when I was 11 years old,

I had this really great uncle who taught me all this neat stuff.

- And that's the dude that's with you? - Um...

Yeah, I guess.

(MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY)

I can do that.

KELLY: What are you writing?

Uh, it's a book. My memoirs, stuff like that.

Aren't you a little young to be writing your memoirs?

Yeah.

Kelly, look, I know it's against the rules,

but give me a shot of something. I don't care what it is.

Bobby, can you please put those up there for me?

Yeah.

Hey, man, what's up with that niece of yours, man?

Miss Bruce Lee back there. She almost killed me, man.

Going up!

You the one been teaching her all that jujitsu shit?

I taught her a thing or two.

She's lucky she's a girl 'cause I know a little... (MAKES KARATE NOISES)

- I know a little of that stuff, myself. - Yeah, that's what I hear.

Usually from you, but that's what I hear.

Now, don't give him the brandy 'cause I gotta use that to make the cake.

(MEN SPEAK INDISTINCTLY)

- It's getting there. - Look at that.

Because the train is rocking a little bit it's cramping my style.

Usually I can whip this pretty good.

I'm making this for Sarah, you know, because, like, this is her favorite thing.

Fifteen minutes, on high.

- The rest is up to God. - That's right.

Now, go find Sarah, and we will surprise her.

(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)

What was that?

(BREATHING HEAVILY) It's called a... orgasm.

Sounds like torpedoes. We must be in dark territory.

ENGINEER: What the hell is this?

They're not our guys.

(TRAIN BRAKING)

ENGINEER: Hey, what's the trouble here?

What's going on, guys?

- Someone's been shot. - Where?

Here.

- (GRUNTING) - (SCREAMING)

Loco secured.

Okay, everybody move. You have four minutes.

- (GUNSHOTS) - (PASSENGERS SCREAM)

Everybody to the back of the train!

Come on. Don't make me ask you twice! Move!

All right, everybody up those stairs! Move it! Come on!

(GIRL CRYING)

Shut that bitch up, or I will! Move it!

Get up the stairs! Let's go!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

What the fuck is this, huh? Anything else? Go! Get the fuck out of here!

(PASSENGERS CLAMORING)

MERC: Open that door to the baggage car!

Come on, move!

Check the baggage.

Baggage checked.

(SCREAMS)

Any other heroes?

- (MERC GRUNTING) - (GUN CLATTERS)

Trouble in the dining car. One casualty.

- MERC: Fire in the hole! - Take cover!

(EXPLOSION)

CASEY: Get down!

(SCREAMING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Four cooks. Check.

PENN: (ON WALKIE-TALKIE) Copy that. Continue with the cleanup.

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

We leave in 20 seconds.

(LEVER ENGAGES)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

(BOTH GASP)

This, I'm trained for.

GILDER: Oh, my God.

TRILLING: Dane.

Well, here you are!

The last place anyone would expect to find you.

Amazing.

(CHUCKLES)

Put something on.

(DRILL WHIRRING)

Have a seat, Captains.

They said you were dead.

Yeah, very restful.

No phone calls.

Now, you two have been very naughty.

ATAC has strict rules against employees getting involved with each other.

Is that what this is all about?

Yeah, right. I faked my own death and hijacked a passenger train

because I care about who you're fucking.

No, I was just wondering what other rules you might be willing to break.

- (COMPUTER TRILLS) - MERC: Online transmission's ready, sir.

Don't go away.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is your captor speaking.

There's been a slight change in your travel plans tonight.

(ON TV) You have, you will note,

been moved to the last two cars of the train for your own wellbeing.

First, I'd like to call your attention to the highly trained men

with the automatic weapons in your cars.

In the event of an emergency, they may be called upon to shoot you.

Your safety is our primary concern.

However, if you try anything stupid,

federal regulations require that I kill you.

He's insane.

So, please,

no hero shit.

Your access code, please.

I'll never give you the code.

DANE: The psychological profile we have on you says you will.

However, if you wish to prove the profile incorrect,

sit back and observe what happens when an intensely hot needle

penetrates the lens of one of the most beautiful eyes in the world.

The needle point will pass through the lens with very little difficulty.

The heat will cauterize and seal the wound.

However, the instrument will continue to transfer heat

to the fluid in the eyeball.

The fluid comes to a boil, and the eyeball itself explodes.

J-B-N-1...

2-1.

He can't use the code.

Why do you think he's doing this, David?

Because he's crazy.

You can argue that point later. Next!

Are we up for this?

You can't hack into the system. There are quadruple blocks.

Even if he could, the codes, they need to be entered simultaneously.

There's not enough power here.

You've seen the size of the ATAC generators.

Oh, for Christ's sakes, it's impossible!

You know that.

The codes are different now! You can't use them anymore!

It's no good for him! He can't use them!

Linda! For God's sake, please, give him the code!

Give him the code!

- (TRILLING SCREAMS) - E-U-I...

4-7-6.

(TRILLING SIGHS)

DANE: I not only invented Grazer,

I've updated it to use part of the electromagnetic spectrum

ATAC is only dimly aware of.

What the fuck is that?

As long as we're moving, the signal is completely transparent.

As you can see, we're on a choo-choo.

No stop signs for six hours.

ATAC would kill to get ahold of this technology.

In fact...

I'm sure they'll try.

DANE: Works just as well underground, underwater.

I not only designed the system, I designed the blocks.

- (BEEPING) - (KEYBOARD CLACKING)

What are you doing, Dane?

DANE: I'm hacking into ATAC, Linda.

Now, watch this.

(BEEPING)

It's mine again.

(WOMAN CRYING)

MERC: Shut the fuck up!

DANE: We're locked.

Oh, they're still here.

I don't need them anymore. They can go now.

MERC 1: Move it, asshole!

MERC 2: Come on, gorgeous.

Don't you know that man's crazy? Do you realize what he could do?

MERC: He's paying me a lot of money. Now, please stop whining.

Is that why you're doing this?

(GRUNTS)

It's okay.

(GASPING)

(SCREAMING)

God damn it.

DANE: 300,000 pages of code

or 60 minutes of triple-X interactive rubber and leather bondage porno.

Technology can be used for beauty...

or debasement.

And until you plug it in, you just can't tell.

Oh, gee.

I seem to have brought the targeting codes.

I want every window and door locked and secured, gentlemen. Airtight.

Shit.

The train is secure.

The major installation is T-minus 10. The phone lines are 2.

We're sweeping the train for stragglers. If you'll excuse me.

Wow!

Okay, ladies and gentlemen, let's get this party started.

(COMPUTER ALARM BEEPING)

What's going on?

Captain Williams, give me a report.

One second, sir. I'm still searching.

WOMAN: Here, try this.

- What is it, Williams? - It's gone, sir.

- What's gone? - Grazer One.

What do you mean, it's gone? Bring it up on the screen.

It's like somebody just took it.

How could somebody take it?

Nobody knows it's there.

- Find the damn thing. - That's a problem, sir.

We designed Grazer One to be undetectable.

- But not from us, for Christ's sake! - (ALARM BLARING)

All right, I want a full systems-check, and I want it in two minutes.

In the meantime, we're in Code 2 status.

MAN: Code 2.

- Gilder, Trilling and Tom Breaker, ASAP. - Yes, sir.

All right, people, let's move it!

Mr. Penn, ATAC is now locked out of their own system.

Grazer One is fully under my control.

(SCREAMS)

Oh, shit! I thought you were one of those ugly motherfuckers with the guns.

What the fuck you doing out there, man?

It was just a nice day for a stroll. What's in here?

It's the baggage car, but don't go in there, man.

They were shooting at me in there.

Hey, what the fuck are you doing, man?

What you trying to do, get yourself killed?

There are dudes with machine guns out there, man.

Come here.

Hell no! I ain't coming out there.

Young man, don't make me raise my voice. Come here.

We have our investors on the line?

MERC: Clients from Asia and the Middle East standing by, sir.

Gentlemen.

How are we today?

How's the weather out there? Sunny and sandy, I hope?

Now, look, it's demonstration time.

I know some of you are having a little trouble with the concept

of a non-terrestrially-originated seismic event.

But I want you to watch China very closely for the next 10 minutes.

Cooper, what the hell seems to be the problem?

- The system won't let us in. - The system?

What do you mean "the system"? We are the system.

- Any word from Gilder and Trilling? - Negative. We're still looking.

You lose them as well?

Now this is where the shit really starts to fly.

A fertilizer plant in Guangzhou.

A fertilizer plant?

Yeah, I'm gonna shock the world by spreading ca-ca all over the place.

Guangzhou is a chemical weapons plant masquerading as a fertilizer plant.

We know this. The Chinese know that we know.

But we make believe that we don't know,

and the Chinese make believe that they believe that we don't know,

but know that we know.

Everybody knows.

I'm gonna pull the brake cord, stop the fucking train,

and get the hell out of here. That's what the fuck I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna die. I'm a fucking porter, and you, you're a fucking cook.

Listen, man. You gotta trust me on this one, okay?

Now, is there a phone or com unit on this train?

Yeah, there's a radio in the locomotive and a pay phone downstairs in the lounge.

Okay, I'm gonna go try to call the cavalry.

In the meantime, I want you to go through all these bags.

See if you can find a weapon or something that can be used as a weapon.

Hey, man, if I even touch one of these bags, I can lose my job.

There's something I'm even more concerned about

and that's the lives and well-being of these people here

who are being held as hostages.

The hostages.

I don't want anything to happen to them.

Now, pay close attention, Mr. Penn.

I'm about to make the Bhopal disaster look like a Girl Scout picnic.

There. It's back.

You see, it's nothing. A minor glitch.

False alarm.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

What the hell is that?

Poison gas, chemical fire,

total devastation for a 100-mile radius.

Thousands of people are going to die.

Now, just listen to me and do what I say. Cover and concealment.

Now you know as much as anybody on this train.

- Right. - Okay.

Take that fucking white jacket off.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Yo, man, you touch me again, it's your ass.

OFFICER: Targeting codes.

WILLIAMS: They've started our sequence. MAN: Grazer's arming, sir.

This is nuts. There's gotta be some kind of malfunction.

It's being controlled from somewhere else.

Oh, Jesus, the target's mainland China.

Oh, no. Not China.

Not somebody nuclear.

What the hell is going on?

(POWERING UP)

- (RAPID BEEPING) - WILLIAMS: Sweet Jesus!

She's going subterranean. She's into acquisition mode.

Somebody shut it down, for Christ's sake!

They fired me, came into my lab, confiscated everything.

She's powering up for a full crustal hit.

DANE: Told me the technology was not essential.

- Blow it now! - Somebody shut it down!

No response to self-destruct.

They wanted it? They're gonna get it!

(HIGH-PITCHED BEEPING)

WILLIAMS: Oh, sweet Jesus!

That's what Dane used to say.

Call Admiral Bates at the Pentagon.

Admiral Bates is here in Colorado attending an air show.

Then get him here now.

Gentlemen, as you can see, it works.

This is a one-time offer.

Two hundred feet below the Pentagon is an itty-bitty crack

which I propose to make great, big and wide.

Directly above it is a strike-hard nuclear reactor.

It ain't hard enough.

We will take out the Pentagon,

and, God, Allah, and the winds willing,

Washington and most of the Eastern seaboard as well.

The fee:

One billion dollars.

A billion dollars?

I owe people money.

Oh, shit.

What the hell is this place?

Here we go again.

I don't know, Admiral, and I bet Congress doesn't either.

Who's paying for it?

- Stan, what the hell is going on? - Thanks for coming.

Don't try to tell me this is just a weather station.

Bring the rendering up for the Admiral.

Recently we deployed an 18-megajoule particle beam weapon into orbit.

BATES: In English, Stan, please.

It's a major cash cow, Admiral.

Particle beam technology, it's the earthquake deal.

It's my understanding we shut that program down.

We, um...

We financed the project.

- Breaker, what... - Admiral.

Are you telling me this goddamn thing is working now?

In fact, it works so effectively, Admiral,

that if we were to target the Los Angeles fault lines, in 15 seconds...

Arizona would be beachfront property.

The problem is, somebody else is commanding the satellite

and we haven't been able to find it or destroy it...

and so we were unable to stop it.

Oh, my God.

The earthquake in China?

We have full deniability.

- Holy shit! - Well, that's just typical.

Typical Agency bullshit!

Now, do you have any idea who we're dealing with?

Oh, we have a very good idea that it's Travis Dane,

the guy who designed the system.

- One of our own people? - COOPER: Not anymore.

He was decommissioned over a year ago. Last month he was an apparent suicide.

He's a brilliant guy. He can do virtually anything he puts his mind to,

but he's a crazy son of a bitch.

Why in the hell would you hire a goddamn maniac like that?

BREAKER: Because, Admiral,

sane people do not build weapons like this.

You know, Mr. Breaker,

you'd think we'd learn something from that.

All right, we're upgrading to Code 3 status, gentlemen.

Let's find the satellite, and let's find the son of a bitch now!

(BEEPS)

No power.

Cover and conceal. You know about that, right?

You know about that, right?

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING, SURGING)

MERC: Sir, one of our customers has a small personal favor to ask.

He wants you to blow up an airplane.

Tell him to forget about it. I got bigger fish to fry.

I'm gonna blow up the Pentagon.

He either gets on board or he gets left behind.

But, sir, this gentleman's ex-wife is on board on this particular jet.

(PDA BEEPS)

He wants you to blow up a jet plane going 500 miles an hour

with a weapon designed for subterranean strikes. Yeah.

He says he'll pay us an additional $100 million.

Really?

Do you have the plane's transponder numbers?

MERC: Sending them now.

DANE: I can do this.

Tell him his ex-wife is history as soon as the money is deposited in our account.

Grazer One will be in position in...

He has five minutes to make the deposit.

(LINE DIALING)

(LINE BEEPING)

The money's hitting Zurich... now.

Good. Here we go. (PRESSES KEY)

(BEEPING)

General Cooper, Grazer's back on-line, sir.

If they hooked up, we're in deep and serious trouble.

Pegasus C Team is in range, General.

We have a B-2 bomber with two Pegasus anti-satellite missiles onboard.

Herb, I thought you cut the power downstairs.

(POWERING UP)

(PDA BEEPING)

Pegasus locked on Grazer One, sir. On your command.

Fire.

Can we get it before it fires?

They are so slow.

(HERB GRUNTING)

- Yes! - (CHEERING)

- Why is it still counting? - We're still getting the Grazer feed.

(HIGH-PITCHED BEEPING)

Boom!

Earthquake in midair.

That is the goddamndest thing I've ever seen.

Then what the hell did we shoot down?

I will ask you people again,

if we did not shoot down Grazer One, what the hell did we shoot down?

Check on Herb downstairs.

Herb?

Train noise eliminated from transmission, sir.

Good. Okay, everybody, let's get ready to call home.

- Yo! - Shh!

- Where'd you get that gun, man? - You get anything?

I just got a fishing rod, pool cue, and these clothes.

You're a useless son of a bitch, ain't you?

Encrypted, no good. This is a .45, okay?

Herb?

Dynamic tension, left hand, right hand, palms pressed together, okay?

Cover your ass, 12, 3, 6, 9, wherever you look always.

Never look in a direction where the gun ain't pointing, you understand?

Bonjour, guys!

- Who the hell is that? - DANE: Comment allez-vous?

(IN ENGLISH) Jesus Christ!

Not quite, General Cooper,

although I have sort of risen from the dead.

No, it's just your old friend, Travis Dane.

You remember? The guy you fired.

And I bet, just about now, you're probably asking yourselves,

"What the hell did we just shoot down?"

The answer is:

The NSA's best and only functional real-time down-looking satellite,

the NSP-1. Not a bad piece of hardware.

You'll probably be calling them any minute now and asking them for its use.

Unfortunately, since even they don't know where the fuck it is,

they're not gonna be much help.

Have you got him?

- I'm closing in. - DANE: But...

you roughly know where the last transmission came from.

So you're probably closing in pretty fast on Grazer One's probable location.

DANE: Yup, it's in there somewhere,

hiding among those 50 ghost satellites I've created just for you.

Motherfucker's gone.

- Gone? - I don't get it either.

- There's no sign of him. - DANE: As my demonstration just proved,

Grazer One is viable...

and can produce results.

Reproducible results.

And to prove it,

I'm gonna be kind enough to give you another demonstration of my masterpiece.

In 45 minutes,

as soon as Grazer One's in position for a clear shot,

I'm gonna hit the Pentagon with a 98% blast.

More than enough to fracture

the nuclear reactor you say you don't have under there.

You son of a bitch.

We'll have fallout.

We'll have devastation.

I've got things to do.

Oh. I want you to remember something:

I was smarter than all of you before I worked there.

I was smarter than all of you while I worked there.

And I'm still smarter than all of you.

Au revoir.

Well, he sure didn't go this way. We would've heard him.

Anyone care to tell me the odds of tracking Grazer down in time? Anyone?

Maybe we ought to check over Paris.

Considering the area that we have to cover...

That's why they call it "space."

What that, son? Speak up.

Um, well, I...

I was just saying, um,

that's why they call it space, because, uh...

well, there's a lot of it.

Thank you very much. Just be quiet, please.

- (COCKS GUN) - Where are you going, man?

Front of the train. To see if I can find that radio.

Stay out of sight and don't get yourself killed.

Safety off.

Dynamic tension...

Aim, shoot. (CHUCKLES)

Yeah!

That's their ass now.

Do you know what this is? This is a Navy Cross.

It's awarded for bravery.

This one's my father's. Uncle Casey's got two of them.

And he's got medals at home that are so secret...

(WHISPERING) ...he can never show them to anybody.

So he's not gonna let anything happen to us.

I guess he's a hero.

We have an intruder. Sweep the train.

Do a sweep.

(GRUNTS)

PENN: Have we found our intruder?

MERC: (ON WALKIE-TALKIE) Negative. We're still looking.

Scotty, you clear up there?

We're checking.

Nothing.

We're all clear here.

Have you checked everywhere?

Check up top, on the roof.

(GRUNTING)

What the fuck?

(SCREAMING)

- On top. - Son of a bitch is on the roof! Go!

(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Penn, we're under fire!

- We're taking casualties. - Go get him.

(GUN COCKING)

(GRUNTS)

(MERC SCREAMS)

(MERC SCREAMS)

FEMALE MERC: (ON WALKIE-TALKIE) I got him. He fell off of one of the first cars.

MERC: She said he fell over here.

There's blood here.

Here.

Penn, she got the cocksucker.

He fell between the first car and the locomotive.

PENN: (ON WALKIE-TALKIE) Is this a confirmation?

MERC: (ON WALKIE-TALKIE) The fucker is now hamburger.

He's probably spread about halfway across the state.

We got him. But the son of a bitch took out six men.

All right, man, you stay here, okay? I'm gonna go back.

Aye, aye. Be careful.

I thought you said these men were good.

Who the hell was he?

What was he doing downstairs?

The man is a soldier-of-fortune freak.

Ran a war camp down in Alabama.

They sat around playing paintball or something.

As usual, Admiral, that's not the whole story.

The relationship between Penn and Dane resurfaced during Desert Storm.

Now, when Dane died, or apparently died,

we pulled the surveillance off of both of them.

Yeah, we're all aware of that.

- The connection is tenuous. - (SCOFFS)

Breaker, let me tell you what it really is.

It's another classic goddamn example of the C.I.A. not doing their homework.

Excuse me?

Admiral, over the last couple of years,

this man, Penn, has developed an extensive network of contacts.

North Korea, here in the States,

in particular in the Middle East where the big bucks are.

Best guess is this: If he's hooked up with Dane,

they got the money and the moxie to pull it off.

PENN: Why the hell did he need power?

The phone.

(BEEPING)

COOK: Call Philippe, tell him he's working tomorrow!

Damn it! (RIPS OUT WIRE)

COOK: No, wait a minute, on second thought he worked yesterday morning. Call Antoine.

Oh, shit, man. You've been shot.

No, there's no bullet. No bullet in here.

You think this is "been shot"?

This ain't "been shot."

Let's see here.

Access encoded. (TYPING)

Gigabyte of RAM should do the trick.

We're in. All right, what have we got?

Phone book, recipes.

Chicken cannelloni.

Fruit salad with crystallized ginger.

Sounds good.

Okay.

Where are we?

See, we're about right there.

Round about there, about 200 miles, is where we come out the mountain.

So we're without phones and roads for, like, four hours?

Yeah, right.

"Ryback's Tactics."

- Ryback? - That's what it says. "Ryback."

Casey-fucking-Ryback?

Jesus Christ.

Who's Casey-fucking-Ryback?

Casey Ryback's a former SEAL Team captain, a counter-terrorist expert.

He was my instructor at Fort Bragg.

He's the best there is.

I thought you're the best there is, Penn.

When she shot the intruder, did you see the body?

No, just a shit load of blood, and if you get run over by a train...

Did you see the body?

I assumed he was dead.

Assumption is the mother of all fuck-ups.

I want every available man to resume a full train search,

inside and out, car by car.

Including all AC ducting, all paneling, the roof, undercarriage.

Absolutely everything. Right now!

I can do this.

I can do this.

You think he's alive?

Until I have confirmation otherwise.

So, what the fuck is he doing on my train besides killing half your men?

Check the manifest, see if he's traveling with anyone.

DANE: Look, Mr. Penn,

you assured me that your million-dollar mercenaries would be more than enough.

PENN: They are. Print that.

Come on, move it, Bobby.

(GRUNTS)

You picked the wrong place to hang out with your legs spread. Hurry up, man.

No, man, I'm hanging on right here.

PENN: Plus one.

Could be a girlfriend or child.

Could be his wife or something.

A man doesn't call his wife "plus one."

So what? You looking for some babe?

Some bait.

- (MUSIC PLAYING INDISTINCTLY) - (UTENSILS CLATTERING)

COOK: What the hell?

This isn't a produce list, this is...

Oh, my God.

BOBBY: Oh, shit. Whose fucking blood is this?

Go back to the lounge car. Check the bar downstairs.

So what are you doing now?

What am I doing? Oh, I'm making a bomb.

KELLY: What's he looking for?

Me.

Is this your lunch?

BOBBY: So when do I get some action on this, man?

Well, we're gonna take a bargaining chip to protect Sarah and the hostages.

(CLINKING)

I want an evac order for the president, vice-president, senior staff members

on an Alpha status now, and try not to cause a panic.

- Yes, sir. - I don't think we have a chance in hell.

Hi, honey. It's... it's me.

Uh, listen, I want you to take Jamie,

and I want you to get out of Washington tonight.

Yeah, go to your mother's.

Yeah, and, uh...

- Honey... - (LIGHTER CLICKS)

...don't tell anyone.

What's your name?

Zachs. Bobby Zachs.

Zachs. No. You're not on the list.

I'm an employee.

Where's your uniform?

I'm deadheading, getting a free ride...

home.

Navy Cross.

- Mace. - (MERC GRUNTS)

PENN: Not Mace, sweetheart.

Pepper spray.

Sold to civilians. Once you get used to it...

it just clears the sinuses.

Get her and let's go.

KELLY: No, no. Let her go. Don't touch her...

(PASSENGERS SCREAMING)

BOBBY: Hey, why the fuck do you need lighter fluid?

It's like a detonator.

(SARAH GRUNTS)

Okay, Bobby, you go get in the elevator.

I gotta go beep somebody.

DANE: Imagine a fire from New York to Charleston.

We can do this.

(RAPID BEEPING)

(MEN SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(MERCS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

PENN: Put him out.

Get a man on the roof!

I need two more downstairs in the next two cars!

The son of a bitch is using the AC ducting!

- DANE: Computer's down! - (BEEPING)

Computer's down!

PENN: You and you, get down to the baggage car!

Go, get him!

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

I got the CD! I got the CD!

He's still downstairs. Go get him.

CASEY: All right, get out of here.

Now.

(MERC GRUNTING)

The CD!

- (BONES CRACKING) - (SCREAMS)

They got the CD. The targeting CD!

I can't do anything without the targeting CD!

Let's go!

Don't shoot the intruder. He's got the CD.

- (GUN COCKS) - Hold it right there, asshole!

(GUNS COCKING)

Hand over the CD.

They're off the train.

Scotty, stop the train.

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

(MEN YELLING)

Back it up.

Hey!

(SCREAMING)

DANE: This train...

might as well be 20 tons of scrap metal without that CD.

(GRUNTING)

Hold it right there.

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

Come on, move!

Hook up right here.

Wait right here.

(GRUNTS)

Safety off.

Dynamic tension...

(MERC SHOUTS)

Ass!

It's the fucking porter.

(THUDDING)

- Check the porter. - Right.

You little cocksucker!

Penn, he's got an accomplice. It's a porter, but we're on to him.

Right.

(GRUNTING)

PENN: (ON WALKIE-TALKIE) Don't shoot the porter.

He could also have the CD.

I don't want anyone putting a bullet in it.

Tell me about the porter.

Hello.

The CD. Hand it over.

Down there.

Where'd he go under the train?

Two cars up.

You pricks never learn.

(SCREAMING)

Freeze!

Get your goddamn hands up.

Go on, get them up where I can see them!

Where's that fucking CD?

Oh, shit. I ripped my pocket, man. Everything fell out.

Don't bullshit with me. You show me that goddamn CD

or I'll cap your sorry black ass, bitch.

Empty your pockets.

I said empty your goddamn pockets. Right now!

All right, all right, man.

I'm just a kid, man. Come on. I'm just a kid, I'm trying to tell you.

- Do it! - I lost it. I was down there.

I ripped my pocket. Everything fell out.

Only thing I got in my pocket, man, is your ass!

Porter checked.

Chance favors the prepared mind.

Oh, shit.

Scotty, take us west. Full ahead.

Oh, shit.

(GRUNTS)

I guess your uncle wasn't as good as I thought.

You're back online. Now, get on with it.

(COMPUTER TRILLING, BEEPING)

Reboot is completed. We haven't lost anything vital.

I have enough to make this work.

Houston, Tranquility Base here. We are now at T-minus 20 minutes and...

counting.

That bastard has started the countdown.

- Williams. - Yes?

Eliminate the orbits that don't offer Grazer a shot at Washington

- in 20 minutes. - Yes, sir.

BATES: General, you got to eliminate them all

and we've only got one Pegasus left.

We don't need a Pegasus. Once we get down to the last one,

we lock in on the satellite and use the self-destruct.

All right, General, make it happen.

COOPER: Start knocking them off, Williams.

Yes, sir. (TYPING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

We've managed to eliminate 22 of Grazer's possibilities, sir.

- COOPER: Excellent. - Twenty-three, sir.

- Sir. - Yes.

- A cook has a message for you. - A cook?

Yes, sir. He says he has a Code 3 message.

All right, patch him through on the audio.

Is there a, uh, Joint Chief of Staff Bates there, please?

This is Admiral Bates speaking.

COOK: Sir, I have a, uh, fax message for you.

It reads:

"Admiral, a force of armed men probably numbering above 20

"has taken over the Grand Continental passenger train

"traveling from Denver to L.A.

"Key signature equipment of

"high-bandwidth satellite transmission equipment..."

- Satellite transmission equipment. - "...has been loaded on board."

- It's Dane! We've got him. - "Aggressors appear to be professional

- "and fully armed." - Get me the exact location

- of the Grand Continental. - WILLIAMS: Yes, sir.

- Who sent the message? - It's Casey Ryback, sir.

Casey Ryback? Casey Ryback's on this train?

What the hell's he doing on this train?

Leave it to Casey, Admiral.

He's on vacation with his niece, sir.

What is the closest air strike group?

Stealth, sir, from the Colorado Springs air show.

That's right. Get them armed and on their way now.

Sir, there are over 200 people on that train.

I understand, son, but there are over eight million people in Washington.

Unless Casey Ryback comes up with some kind of a miracle

in the next 18 minutes, I got no choice.

Scramble the Stealths.

(JET ENGINE REVVING)

(MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY)

I'm disappointed.

I guess I was looking forward to going head-to-head with the great Casey...

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

Oh, man, that was good.

Did he teach you that?

Pity.

You could have been very, very good.

(COCKS GUN)

Mr. Penn, she's insurance. Leave her alone.

Ryback's gone, Dane.

Did you see the body?

Assumption is the mother of all fuck-ups.

It doesn't matter, she's gonna die anyway.

With all the rest.

(SIGHS)

Ryback may be dead, he may be alive,

but he is not on this train.

I shouldn't have got back on this fucking train.

MERC: Drop the gun, son.

Drop it!

You know, I never considered myself a vicious person.

But you...

you're like a fucking cockroach!

So, what do you do when the little bastard shows himself, huh?

You squash him, right?

You get what I'm trying to say to you here, busboy?

I'm a porter, not a busboy.

(LAUGHS) Okay, Mr. Porter.

You got balls, man.

So I'm gonna let you decide, okay?

You wanna see it coming...

or you wanna turn around?

Say, uh...

wanna help me out here, man?

(MERC CHOKING)

(NECK SNAPS)

(BOBBY EXHALES)

Oh, shit. You're definitely a bad motherfucker.

Let's go kick some more ass, though.

(DANE SPEAKING GERMAN)

DANE: (IN ENGLISH) Cool, man. Auf Wiedersehen.

(IN ENGLISH) Congratulations, gentlemen.

There is now $1 billion

waiting for us in the land of banks, cheese and cuckoo clocks.

All we have to do now is blow the piss out of Washington, D.C.

That'd be the fire he's talking about.

Arrangements have been made for you to be picked up at the next stop.

Thank you for your participation.

Well, it is sort of true.

(PILOT SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO)

DANE: You're traveling through another dimension,

a dimension not only of sight and sound, but of mind.

There's a signpost up ahead. Your next stop:

Dark territory.

Who says I have a one-track mind.

BOBBY: The town's on the wrong side.

We're not even on the right tracks.

The old ghost town, we always pass it on the inside, not the outside.

Where are they taking us?

CASEY: Eight o'clock, Nevada Petrol Express.

You realize we're on a head-on collision course.

If we don't do something, we're all gonna die.

Oh, shit. That's a big motherfucker, man.

It's got six locos up front, about a mile long,

and she's got 800,000 gallons of gasoline.

You're not gonna let them get away with that shit, are you?

No, I'm going to get to my little bag of tricks...

and we are gonna rescue these hostages.

(BEEPING)

That's the Nevada Petrol Express.

It's carrying 800,000 gallons of gasoline. It's headed right toward them.

Can't we contact them?

(SIGHS) Not as long as they're in dark territory.

There's no reception in those canyons.

When will they hit? Will it do the job for us?

(SIGHS) It's gonna be close, but I don't think so.

(HORN BLARING)

OFFICER: We're closing in, sir, but there are 11 possibles left.

Can you eliminate them in time?

No, sir.

PILOT: Foxtrot Flight, vectoring in on target.

- Captain Garza. - Sir?

- Greenlight the bombers. - Aye, aye, sir.

PILOT: Roger, Foxtrot heading zero.

Oh, God forgive us.

Something's coming in. Intermittent signal. It's very faint.

F-117s.

Stealths.

They found us.

- Casey-fucking-Ryback. - Shoot them down.

I'd have to unlock Grazer from Washington.

I don't have the transponder numbers. I can't target them!

They'd kill all the hostages.

Turbulence.

If it moves, Grazer can see it.

(TYPING)

They disturb the air as they fly through it.

Low-altitude turbulence, that's how you find these things.

There you are...

Stealths. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

I can target these.

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey, lady! What's taking you so long? You've had your two minutes.

(WHISPERS) We're the good guys, all right.

Wait a minute. Where are you going?

- They split up. - PENN: Is that a problem?

I won't get Grazer back onto Washington before it passes.

MERC: Come out now or I...

I broke my bra.

(MERC GRUNTS)

Tits to die for, huh?

Hey. Where are all the hostages?

CASEY: They're upstairs. Go.

- DANE: You first. - (RAPID BEEPING)

Say good night, Gracie.

(HIGH-PITCHED BEEPING)

Gotcha.

(GRUNTS)

(PASSENGERS SCREAMING)

(SHOUTS)

- MERC: Ryback's hitting the hostage cars. - (GRUNTING) Good old Ryback!

PILOT: ATAC, Foxtrot 2. Target locked on. I have tone.

Going hot pickle. Over.

God damn, I'm good.

Jesus.

Get me the president.

Penn?

Ryback.

I'm coming to get my niece now.

(WHIMPERING)

Come and get her.

(HORN BLARING)

Why are you bringing Ryback here? Can you handle this?

Looks like you fucked up, old man. I say it's time to cut and run.

Excuse me?

(CHOKING, GURGLING)

(GROANS)

Now, does anyone else think I fucked up?

No.

- (HISSING) - BOBBY: I got it!

The cars are separating!

- What are you doing? - Coming to help you, man.

- You're a hero now? - No, man, you're the hero.

We're free!

(ALL CHEERING)

All right, listen. You want to help?

Climb up that ladder and try to commandeer that helo.

BOBBY: Are you crazy, man? You want me to climb up there?

It might not work, but you can give it a try.

- Where are you going? - The girl.

Tranquility, this is Sparrow. I'm in position. Over.

Sparrow, this is Tranquility. Hold position as planned. Out.

BOBBY: Hey, buddy, why don't you bring that ladder a little closer.

Can't you see I'm trying to be a hero down here?

Good. That's better.

Tranquility, this is Sparrow. We made our first pickup. Over.

The hell you have. Get up there and deal with that.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

What's going on back there?

- (BOBBY GROANS) - (LAUGHS)

PILOT: Kick his butt!

(BOBBY GRUNTS)

(FEMALE MERC GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

Honey, we sure taught that boy how to fly.

(IN SWEET VOICE) We sure did, honey.

Now what we gonna do is we gonna keep this chopper right here, okay?

(IN NORMAL VOICE) Or I'm gonna blow your motherfucking brains out!

You got that, honey?

- (EXPLOSION) - (GLASS SHATTERING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

- (BONE SNAPS) - (SCREAMS)

(STRAINING, CHOKING)

(CHOKING STOPS)

(HORN BLARING)

You let me handle Ryback

and you take care of the techno shit.

He's mine.

I'll take him myself, hand to hand.

DANE: Come on, my little ghost satellites,

I need you with me to hide my baby up there

so she can blow the fuck out of Washington.

Go get your throat ripped out.

I got eight million people to kill, and a billion dollars to pick up.

Thank you, sir.

The president and the others have been safely evacuated.

COOPER: Thank God.

BATES: Which means millions of innocent people are gonna die

if we don't stop this damn thing.

If we're gonna use Pegasus, it's got to be now.

But, sir...

We still have eight possibilities.

Pick one, son.

Now!

Kappa.

Thank you. Kappa's the target. Stand by and launch.

You know, I've never been afraid of anybody.

But that uncle of yours scares me.

And I like it.

It's you and me, or me and her.

(GUN CLATTERS)

Now, you hold on real tight, sweetheart, and you'll stay in one piece.

Fuck, you ruined my coat.

(DISHES CLATTERING)

Good morning.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(PENN GROANING)

(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(NECK SNAPS)

Nobody beats me in the kitchen.

Well, I gotta get going.

Won't be needing any of this anymore. Got everything I need...

right here.

The Petrol Express will be here in less than a minute.

Have a nice life.

What's left of it.

You take one step and I'm dropping this grenade.

Okay.

Then drop it.

(HORN BLARING)

- JIM: Pegasus missed, sir. - (ALARM BLARING)

It wasn't Kappa.

Jesus.

Shooting me won't do any good.

ATAC can't get past my ghost satellites.

And you can't get past my encrypted program.

You mean to tell me there's no way I can shut that off?

No way.

(DANE GRUNTS)

I never thought of that.

It was Delta.

(HORNS BLARING)

We're locked on.

Hit it!

Uncle Casey!

(CASEY GRUNTING)

Hold that ladder at the back of the train and keep this chopper right here, man.

(GRUNTS)

(DANE GRUNTING)

DANE: Ryback, wait for me! We make a great team!

(CASEY GRUNTING)

DANE: Ryback!

Ryback!

Ryback!

(ALL SCREAMING)

I never doubted you.

CASEY: Oh, yes, you did.

You know, this is a real, real sweet Hallmark moment, but, uh,

can we go home now, Uncle Casey?

(RADIO CRACKLING)

Yes, this is Helo 505 November Mike. Denver, come in.

Sir, there's a message coming in. I'll patch it through.

Yeah, this is Casey Ryback. The hostages are safe.

(ALL CHEERING)

He made it! Ryback made it!

Oh, brother, can you hear that sound

Out on the wind Oh, lord

It's a lonesome whistle As the steel wheels pound

I know your train has gone

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Oh, brother, can you hear me cry

Now that I'm on my own?

Watching the sun sinking in the sky

After the train has gone

It was you, my brother

Who picked me up when I fell

You, my brother, that I love so well

You, my brother, that I could not tell

After the train had gone

You like to speed down the railroad tracks just a little too fast

You like to hold her close like she would be the last

And sing this song like a gospel man

Now that the train has gone

Oh, brother, I'll be by your side

I know it won't be long

And one fine day, I'm gonna take that ride

After the train has gone

-I'm gonna ride with Jesus -I'm taking the higher road

-Ride with Jesus -Gonna lay down my heavy load

Ride with Jesus

One day He'll take me home

After the train has gone

-It's a train of freedom -A train of freedom

-A train of freedom -It's a train of freedom

-Ride for freedom -I'm gonna ride for freedom

One day I'm going home

Oh

After the train has

Gone

Oh, the train has gone!