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Man [over radio]: Rescue 3. Jessie, do you see him yet?
Patience, my love, Patience.
Wait a minute. I think I have him sighted.
Frank, what's the word?
The word is we got him over there
man: Rescue 3, this is rescue center. Over.
Jessie: This is 3. Go ahead.
Man: Jessie, we're getting clearance in the southeast region of the park.
You will probably have sufficient cloud base to get into the tower...
But please be advised you'll still encounter...
Some strong winds and turbulence.
We would advise against a winch rescue. Over.
Jessie: Wilco, center. I'll proceed with wire cross from opposite tower.
Three out. Man: Center out.
Jessie: Gabe, hal's signaling he's okay.
(Abe?
Gabe, where are you?
Gabe: I'm just hanging out, Jess. Heh, heh, heh.
Oh, my god.
Well, I don't recognize the face, but the butt does look vaguely familiar.
Gabe [over radio]: Hey, be careful, or you'll embarrass old frank.
It'll take a heap more than that, rock-jock.
Yeah
(Abe?
They're below the top of the tower.
They're on the ledge just above you. You got another few feet.
- Glad you could join us. - Yeah, sure. Hi, Sarah.
Hi, Gabe.
- So how's the knee? - I think it's out. No big deal.
Oh, yeah, I remember when you twisted it getting out of that hot tub.
Really?
Rescue 3. I've located a stranded climber.
Jessie, please send down a transport line.
So tell me, how you feeling?
Fine, considering.
What do you say we take off...
And leave this clown behind, huh?
Sarah: Don't tempt me.
Rescue 3. Please be advised that ranger Walker...
Is making advances toward my girlfriend...
That's liable to get his ass kicked right off this mountain. Over.
Inform Gabe he makes advances to me only...
Or he'll be climbing down 4000 feet and sleeping outside.
Baby, he lies.
[All laughing]
- Is it really 40007 Gabe: Yeah, it's about.
Hey, remember, whatever this guy says about me, don't believe it, okay?
Thanks.
Okay. Come on over.
Hal: Now, I know you're nervous, but we've done this 100 times, okay?
Mm-hm.
Okay?
Excuse me, captain hot tub?
[Hal laughing]
Keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times, okay?
[Grunts then screams]
- Ha-ha-ha. Whoo-hoo! Gabe: That's great, hal.
That really inspires confidence.
So how did this clown ever talk you into climbing up to the tower?
He told me it was better than sex.
Really?
You ready for the best ride in the park?
Give me a second. I'll let you know.
[Grunting]
You look like hell.
- He made it. - Of course he did. Of course he did.
Really, there's nothing to it.
- Okay, I can do this. - Sure, you can.
I'm sorry for all the trouble, really.
Oh, Sarah, don't worry about it, really.
Thanks.
- Did you see that? Hal: Yeah, yeah.
- We're still on for dinner tonight, right? - Of course we are.
Okay.
Okay. You're ready now.
That's it.
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Now, just sit right down into it.
Come on, guys. The wind's picking up.
Gabe: All right, Sarah, just keep your eyes on me.
Now, don't look... Sarah.
Sarah, look at me. That's it.
- Right. Gabe: Just start to pull.
Gabe [over radio]: One hand after another that's it.
Sarah, you're doing great. Really, great. Keep going.
And just keep looking at me.
Sarah, that's great! You're starting to look like a pro.
Keep going. That's it. Nice and easy.
Hey, hal, we're gonna be out of a job soon.
All right, a little more, Sarah. That's it.
That's it. One, two.
[Sarah screams]
Sarah: Oh, god! Gabe: Sarah!
Gabe! Gabe! Gabe: No!
Hal: Sarah! Gabe: Sarah, hold on!
Sarah! Sarah: Gabel
oh, please, I'm gonna fall!
No, you're not! You're okay. You're gonna be okay!
- Can you reach the main line? - No, I can't! I'm slipping!
- Gabe, can you keep the line steady? - That clip's not gonna hold!
Sarah: I can't hold on! Gabe, help me, please!
Gabe, you have to go after her.
No! Gabe, no!
Come on, Sarah. I'm coming out to get you!
No. It's not rigged for two people.
Just keep it from swinging. I'm gonna send out my harness.
Forget the harness. There's no time! I'm going for her!
(Gabe, shit! No!
Gabe: Sarah, I'm coming for you!
I can't hold on! I'm slipping!
Gabe: Hold on just a little bit longer! I'm coming for you!
Sarah: Gabe, please hurry! I can't hold on!
Sarah, don't look down. Keep looking at me.
- That's it. Hold it. - I'm trying!
It's breaking. She's losing it.
Sarah! He'll have you in a second, baby!
Come on, baby! Don't you give up!
Look at me, baby! Come on! Please!
Hurry, Gabe. You're almost there. You're almost there
- keep going. Gabe: I'm here, Sarah.
Sarah, I'm here. Sarah: Gabe!
I don't want to die!
Sarah! Reach up and grab him! Reach up!
Gabe: Sarah, reach up! Hal: Come on, honey!
- Use your other hand! Gabe: Reach up!
Sarah: I'm trying! Aah! Gabe: Reach up!
[Sarah screams]
[Grunting]
Gabe: Hold on! Hold on! I got you! I got you.
I can't hold on! I'm gonna die!
You're not gonna die.
- Don't you lose her, Gabe. - I got her. Reach up.
I'm slipping. I'm slipping!
- You can do it, Sarah. - Hold her, Gabe! Hold her.
Sarah: Gabe please don't let me fall
- please, I don't want to die. Gabe: You're not gonna die.
I'm slipping!
Gabe: Sarah, I got you! Just reach up!
Sarah: I can't, Gabe!
You can do it. Please, baby, just reach up!
- Reach up! - Hal! Hal! I'm slipping!
Gabe, man, don't you lose her!
Don't you let her go! Don't let me fall
I'm slipping! Aah!
- Sarah, please. - No! No, I'm slipping! Gabe!
Gabe, don't let me fall! No!
- No! - Help me! I'm falling! Gabe!
[Iboth yell]
[Sarah screaming]
Hal: Sarah!
No! Sarah, no!
[37]
Jesus Christ
Woman [over radio]: Treasury agent Mac lamoore, please contact d.A.U.
Man 1: Lock them up.
Travers, we'll be fueled and ready to go in 10 minutes.
Very good.
Woman: Mr Travers.
Man 2: Hey, rich. Travers: Morning, Walt.
This is agent Matheson, FBI. Mr. Travers.
Wright: Matheson has been transferred from the Denver office to frisco.
As a professional courtesy between offices
I was asked if he could hitch a ride.
Got plenty of room. Be glad to accommodate you.
Appreciate it. You're the boss.
Let's head out to the tarmac. Matheson, have you been totally briefed?
I don't know about totally. “Who the hell ever is?
It's the most protected shipment we've got. And the most useless.
These bills aren't even in circulation.
The $1000 bills we're transporting are only used for international banking exchange.
You always transport through the air?
Mostly. Armored cars can be hijacked, trains derailed...
But nobody can touch us in flight.
Haven't lost a bill in 12 years. Walt, don't jinx me now.
I swear. Treasury agents are the most superstitious people...
In the entire federal government.
Man: Gabe! Hey, man, Gabe!
- It's Gabe. He's back! Evan: I can see that, man.
Hey, Gabe! Come on, man. Let's go!
[Car horn honking]
Hey, Gabe! Gabe!
[Mind bomb's "do you need some?" Playing over speakers]
How you doing, Gabe?
Brett: Dude, turn that down.
You guys. How you doing, Brett, Evan?
Hey, man. Where you been? You fall off the planet or something?
- No, I've been working up in Denver. Brett: Work?
Don't say that word, man.
Man, I hate work, even when somebody else is doing it.
Brett: Hey, Gabe, we're flying off the tower today. You should come on with us.
Yeah, man. Today's gonna be the day for a killer jump.
- No, thanks. Can't. Brett: Aw, come on, man.
Don't tell me that job in Denver made you scared of heights?
No
Hey, look. You guys better watch out...
Because some bad weather's coming in, okay?
We like it extreme.
Hey, man, see you later, Gabe. Good to have you back.
Yeah, good to see you. Later.
Brett: Peace
Gabe: How you doing, Jess?
Hello, Gabriel.
Got yourself a new horse?
- Where have you been? - Just working.
After the funeral, I just had to leave.
Had to leave?
Believe me, a lot of us wanted to leave.
But you know what? We stayed.
Jess, a lot of things fell apart on that ledge.
I know.
But I don't think you know how much.
Why can't you just believe you did everything you could?
Did I? I don't know.
Maybe I shouldn't have gone out on that line.
I was there, remember?
You were the only one who didn't panic.
So why don't you do us a favor and quit hoarding all the guilt?
You held on as long as you could. And what about hal?
What was hal doing on the tower with a girl who could barely climb?
Look, I can't blame hal for anything, Jessie. It was me.
All me.
Well, give it up, Gabe.
Because let me tell you something, it doesn't get any better.
It doesn't get any better?
I really don't think you understand.
- What? - I don't think you understand.
I don't understand?
I think I'm the only one that understands
believe me, there were times when I didn't know what I wanted to do more
Nate you or love you.
But one thing I did know, and I still do know.
Is I understand you.
[37]
Did you come back to stay?
You didn't
I can't.
I can't. Not here.
Jessie, I came back for you.
And if you like, I want you to come with me.
You come back after being gone for almost a year and expect me to leave?
This is our home.
Now it's my home.
And I can't just pick up and go for all the wrong reasons.
Jessie
if you don't mind, I'd better pick up the rest of my stuff.
You know where everything is.
I'm late for work.
Hey, good boy.
Man [over radio]: Roger. Scattered, broken clouds...
20,000 feet with a severe storm advisory.
Check the storm scope. Uh-huh.
Travers says you're being transferred.
Oh, yeah. Moving up in the world.
Man [on radio]: The forecast: Cloudy skies with flurries today.
We can expect an inch of snow and a high in the low 30s.
Overnight flurries will increase with a total accumulation of three inches.
Tonight's low near 15.
Hey, Jessie, you're just in time for another masterpiece.
Frank: Hiya, Jess.
Oh, I think old frank nailed it with that stroke.
What do you think?
Hal: I don't know.
What do you see?
Surprise me.
What usually eats a banana?
Hal: A monkey.
This is a picture of a banana eating a monkey.
Nature in reverse. “Where?
- Right here. - Ha, ha, ha.
Frank, you look like a normal guy, but he's not...
Are you, Frankie?
Frank: Hey, I'm an artist.
We're being tracked. We have a jetstar, 3:00.
- Travers! - Stay put.
Don't anyone jump to conclusions.
- He's coming in too slow. - No, we're going too fast.
We're too high. Give me 180 knots, drop to 15,000 feet.
You got it.
Christ. We're losing altitude and slowing down. Get your weapons.
What the hell are you doing? I have jurisdiction on this jet.
Now I have jurisdiction. I said, get your weapons!
These are highly trained agents, Mr. Matheson.
I think you're overreacting. Just calm down and give me the gun.
You're out of control.
What the hell are you waiting for, goddamn it?
Don't you see what he's doing? He's hijacking the shipment.
[Gunshots]
What the fuck was that?
Move into position.
Qualen [over radio]: I ook alive. Crossover transfer
10 seconds and counting.
Woman: November 1-2-niner-five I ima.
This is jetstar 6-8-0 tango-tango.
Is frequency secure? Over.
Treasury jet pilot: Roger, tango-tango.
- This is five-Lima. Go ahead. Kristel: We have visual contact.
What is your heading, speed and level? Over.
Treasury jet pilot: We're heading 080 and doing 250 knots level...
At flight level 21009.
Qualen: Five-Lima, we're opening up.
Rise and shine, gentlemen. Let's make history.
Kristel: Roger, five-Lima. We'll begin closing.
Bring your speed back to 150.
Commence descent to flight level 140 and turn right onto 260. Over.
Treasury jet pilot: We're level. Flight level 140 and steady, 260 degrees.
The weather ahead looks a bit threatening.
Kristel: Roger.
Qualen: Travers, report your position.
Travers: Ready to disengage tail cone. Stand by.
Kristel: Tail cone"s clear. Treasury jet pilot: Roger.
Qualen: Phase one complete.
Treasury jet pilot: Tango-tango, prepare to receive cable.
Kristel: Tango-tango standing by.
Treasury jet pilot: Tango-tango, what's the turbulence back there?
Kristel: She's all over the place.
This thing's got the response of a 747 at this speed.
Treasury jet pilot: Sounds like fun. We're streaming the drogue down.
We'll see you in a minute.
Kristel: Welcoming party's ready. Good luck.
We're moving in to pick up the drogue now. Tango-tango out.
Qualen: We've got it. Stand by, kristel.
Kristel: Standing by.
Qualen: We're locked on.
Into the transfer position.
Kristel.: Check.
Moving into transfer position.
Jet pilot: We're closing to 140 feet.
Kristel: We're closing. We'll report when in position.
Travers, we're too close to the storm.
Travers: Don't lose your nerve.
All they'll find is a plane that went down in the storm.
Qualen: Hurry up, Travers. Travers: On my way.
The cases are hooked up and ready.
Charge goes off in five minutes.
Stick to the plan and you're rich.
Treasury jet pilot: Got it.
Kristel: Tango-tango in position.
Kynette: What's taking so long? Qualen: Patience.
Travers: Tango-tango, dip the plane. I'm coming over.
Kristel: Wilco, five-Lima. Tango-tango standing by...
At flight level 140 and steady 260 degrees.
Travers: Five-Lima, I'm out of here.
Treasury jet pilot: Roger.
Qualen: What the hell is he doing?
Five-Lima, where are the cases?
Kynette: Kristel, we've got him. Kristel: Roger.
Qualen: Why didn't you send the money first?
Travers: Somehow, I didn't think you'd wait for me if I sent it first.
[Ibeeping]
Kristel: We're approaching the storm fast. I can't hold this course much longer.
Co-pilot: 90 seconds. Kynette: What's keeping him?
Let's move your ass up there.
Treasury jet pilot: I'm at the cases. Stand by.
Kristel: Tango-tango standing by.
You fuck.
[Gunshots]
Kristel: We've lost the pilot.
Qualen: Who did you leave up there?
Travers: No one.
Get underneath the jet. The cases will slide over.
Kristel: Who the fuck is the surprise guest?
Just get those cases.
Kynette: He's hurt bad. What should we do with him?
Qualen: Get him to a hospital, fast.
Kristel: We're not leveling out. Qualen: One-zero seconds.
Kristel: I've lost hydraulics! Co-pilot: Speed falling.
[37]
Kynette: The cable's blown free.
Don't unhook it. The cases are still there.
Travers: Don't lose the money.
Qualen: Hold it
kynette: Pull the cable! Qualen: We gotta pull!
Co-pilot: Bypass switch one. Kristel: Check.
Co-pilot: Bypass switch two. Qualen: Keep pulling.
Co-pilot: Nothing. Kristel: Okay. Switch to manual.
Travers: Hold the fucking plane steady!
Qualen: Pull! Come on! Kynette: Travers, don't fuck it up!
Kristel: How's number one engine?
Co-pilot: Oil pressure falling.
Travers: Come on. Don't lose the money.
Qualen: They're coming.
Kynette: Goddamn it! Shit!
Qualen: We've lost them. Kynette: Oh, fuck!
Qualen: Release the cable.
Close it up.
Qualen: So this is your idea of a foolproof plan?
You stupid bastard. Kristel, what's the report?
Kristel: The hydraulics aren't functioning.
He shot out the hydraulics.
Co-pilot: Fire warning, line four.
Kristel: I'm losing altitude. We're gonna go down!
Co-pilot: Dump the fuel.
You'll have to pick your way through the peaks.
Kristel: Close the fuel valve and shut off all fuel pumps.
Qualen: Don't bother to buckle up. You may not want to survive this.
Kristel: Flaps to 25 degrees before we lose all power.
Co-pilot: Flaps, 25 degrees.
Kristel: Reduce power 60 percent.
Shut down all generators and inverters.
Full flaps. You may have to hand-crank them down.
Co-pilot: You want the gear down?
Kristel: Leave the gear up. Shut down all power.
Co-pilot: Check.
Kristel: Give me a hand with the controls.
[All grunting]
Wow. Did you catch that thunder?
That was too loud for thunder, man. Come on. Let's rock 'n' roll
both: One, two, three!
Evan: Yeah! Brett: Whoo!
Brett: Whoo! Evan: Whoo!
Evan: I'm free! Brett: Radical, man.
Man, look at me. Watch this yeah.
Kristel: Mike?
Mike.
Shit.
You thought of everything, didn't you?
Everything except what's happening now.
Kill the pig! Your fucking plan almost killed us!
Kill the pig, my ass.
- We're partners in this. - No, were.
Give me the tracking monitor.
What the hell are you gonna do with it?
Don't make him ask you twice.
Give it to him.
You want it? Take it
it's only got 50,000 code variations.
I'll break your fucking neck in a minute!
- Go ahead. Break my fucking neck! Qualen: Sit down.
In case any of you slept through the landing...
You're gonna need all the money you can find...
To buy your way out of this country. You know it, and I know it.
How do we get off the mountain, even if we find it?
Kristel
I think we found a frequency.
Somebody help, please.
[Over radio] Is there somebody there? Somebody please help.
Rocky mountain rescue. Come in.
- Rocky mountain rescue, come in. Kristel: Oh, thank god!
Oh. We're stranded. We were hiking and lost our bearings.
We didn't expect the weather to come in this fast.
Okay. Just take it easy. How many people in your party? Over.
Five people. I don't know where we are.
I see only a cylinder-type rock formation. Over
it's gotta be comb bluff.
Winds are too strong to get a chopper up there. Try to stay calm.
We're on our way. You're gonna be all right.
Please hurry. Billy's going into shock.
Please, we need Insulin.
Please, hurry.
"We need Insulin.”
Would you have thought of that”?
[37]
- Thank god you didn't leave. - Why?
We just got an emergency call.
Five climbers are stranded off comb bluff.
The weather's pouring in, and hal's gone up alone.
Well, hal's a good climber. “What?
What's that supposed to mean?
It means he can handle it himself
if he gets up there and gets socked in by the weather, they'll never make it down.
Gabe, he needs someone who has emergency medical training...
And knows every handhold of those peaks.
I know I'm the last one he wants help from.
That's not what I came back here for.
Our problems are not the issue right now. Those people are.
What if he can't do it alone?
Look, Jessie, I haven't climbed in months.
You just lose the feel.
Maybe you mean the nerve.
I didn't mean that.
It's okay.
Gabe, I know you don't want to be responsible for anybody's life anymore...
But I'm talking about somebody that was your best friend.
Please, Gabe, he took the west Ridge.
If you take the north face, you can beat him, no problem.
What has happened to you? Don't you feel anything anymore?
Feel anything?
Jessie, I came back for you.
I'm not talking about me.
I'm talking about you.
Go ahead, leave.
But if you don't do this now...
You're gonna be stuck on that ledge for the rest of your life.
Wright: Where the hell is that goddamn plane?
Looks like she went down in the storm.
Now, that storm front is still building...
So even if we could send up a search plane...
It would be impossible to see anything on the ground.
- What about roads? - There aren't any roads up there.
Woman: Mr. Wright. Mr. Wright.
These two FBI agents are insisting on seeing you.
Mr. Wright, I'm agent Hayes. This is agent Michaels.
Look, if you're concerned about your agent who was along for the ride...
I've got nothing to tell you.
Matheson wasn't along for the ride. He was working surveillance.
Surveillance? Of what?
Look, the bureau have been getting sketchy reports...
That treasury jets were being monitored between Denver and San Francisco.
We didn't tell your department because we thought it might be an inside job.
That's impossible. You're suggesting a hijacking?
No. Not only did I have my best men on that flight...
But each one of those cases were monitored.
And the money is in unexchangeable denominations.
I tell you, man. It would be useless for anybody to try to steal it.
Except for this man.
- Who the hell is this? - Name is Eric qualen.
We've been tracking him for some time now without much success.
He's a former member of military intelligence...
Who found out it's more profitable going to the other side.
Industrial espionage. Hijacking diamonds from South Africa.
Theft and disposal of millions in negotiable bearer bonds. You name it.
He has the international connections to move this currency, Mr. Wright...
And $100 million offers one hell of a temptation to this psychotic.
Wright: Jesus Christ.
What the hell are you doing up here, man?
I was talking to Jessie. She filled me in.
Did she?
Well, now let me fill you in.
As far as I'm concerned, you can take your ass down...
And go back to that hole you've been hiding in.
Once we get these people down, I'm gone, hal.
No you're out of here now.
Why the hell did you come up here? To prove something?
Look, I know how you feel about me, all right.
You don't know anything!
You did it your way and she died.
- I did what I thought was right. - Well, you were wrong.
It was your weight on the line that did it.
There wasn't time for anything else, hal.
Well, I guess we'll never know, will we?
Look, hal. It was a bad time for everybody.
What the hell do you know about bad times, man?
You didn't love her, and you didn't have to explain to her family.
And you didn't have to look into her eyes when she was falling!
- Now drop it! - No, buddy!
It was you who dropped it.
You want to do it?
Do it.
No
You live with it.
[37]
They're here.
Qualen [over radio]: Right on time.
How many of them are there?
Ryan: We got two heroes. We'll greet them at the top.
Qualen: Where's the helicopter? - What the hell's going on?
- Where's the helicopter? - It can't fly in this weather.
- Is either of you a chopper pilot? Hal & Gabe: No.
What are your names?
Tucker and Walker.
Well, Tucker and Walker, we're missing three bags.
- What's in them? - None of your fucking business!
Suits, socks, $100 million, the usual stuff
Travers here was smart enough to bring along a tracking device.
Don't use my name, goddamn it.
Key it.
[Ibeeping]
Look at the map. This is where we've lost our belongings.
The red dots on the monitor are the three cases.
You recognize these locations?
Let me jar your memory. If you don't recognize them, you're useless.
Useless items are usually discarded.
Right, Travers?
Get off my back, qualen.
Off?
I haven't even got on it yet.
Once again, do you recognize these locations?
Ryan.
[Gun cocks]
Yeah we do
then let's go.
[37]
Wait a minute, asshole!
[Tracker beeping]
Where is it?
Up there.
Jessie [over radio]: Rescue 1, this is rescue center. Hal? Come in, hal.
Nice you're hal?
You, stay. You!
Fetch
Fetch!
Do it.
Jessie: Rescue 1, this is rescue center. Do you copy?
Hal, come in. Hal, come in. Over.
[Sighs]
Watch yourself under the overhang. It could deliver anytime.
Anytime you feel like saying something, don't.
Qualen: We're waiting, gentlemen.
- I need my bolt gun and ice ax. Qualen: No.
Don't give him anything. “Take his coat for insurance.
He could freeze to death!
You've got your own problems, hal.
Ryan, get a rope. I want this dog on a leash too.
Tie it. It better hold.
Forget me. If you can, get away.
Would you?
Go fetch, wonder dog.
Travers: Move it, Walker.
[Grunting]
Qualen: Keep it taut. Ryan, keep it taut!
Hal, come in please. Hal, come in please. Over.
I don't trust him.
[37]
[Ibeeping]
Gabe: Damn.
I don't think we need two guides.
Retire him when he comes down.
They're gonna kill you! Don't come down!
Pull the rope. Pull the rope!
[Grunting]
Travers: Pull, goddamn it! Pull!
Qualen: Come on! Pull! Travers: Pull it!
Pull, goddamn it!
Watch it!
- Get him! - No!
Qualen: Do it
[gunshots]
[Rumbling]
[Heldon screaming]
[37]
Your friend just had the most expensive funeral in history.
Now it's only you.
Jessie [over radio]: Come in, rescue unit. Come in.
Hal, what's going on”? Hal?
Talk. No messages, no codes, no tricks.
You haven't found us. It was a fake call
Jessie, I've just reached the top of the tower.
[Over radio] So far, there's no sign of anyone.
Looks like a phony call. Over.
You've gotta be kidding me. Do you want me to fly up after you? Over.
No. Negative. The winds are still too high.
I'm gonna ride out the storm up here.
We'll take shelter at the old Doug...
Hal, I'm losing you. Come in.
Come in, hal. Over.
(50 on to the next case.
He said the tower, but he's on comb bluff.
Frank, fly me to the west valley. The winds are never too strong there.
It's a half-hour climb to the Douglas shaft.
It's the only shelter for miles around. Hal would have to go there.
- Jessie, that is a bad idea. - Please, frank.
Look, if I don't find him, you can come pick me up by nightfall.
Hal would have my head.
And it's such a handsome head.
Please, frank.
I'll buy one of your paintings.
[37]
Hal: Hold up!
Where is it?
There. On top of the peak.
Come on. Travers: Hold it.
Looks like a winding route to me.
The fastest way is straight up the east face.
Of course, there are only 12 guys in the world who could do it.
You want to try it?
[37]
[Grunting and panting]
Gabe. What's happened? What's happened?
Oh, my god. You're frozen. Come sit down.
Gabe, where's your pack? Where's your sweater?
Talk to me, Gabe. What happened?
They got hal.
The distress call was a fake.
Fake”? What do you mean it was fake?
Before they crashed, they dumped cases of money.
- They? Who's they? - I don't know
they're using hal to find it. When they do, he's dead.
Jessie, you gotta get on the radio and call frank
and tell him to call the state police.
The cold killed my radio. But frank's gonna be looking for me.
We'll contact everybody from the chopper.
The sun goes down in an hour.
All right. What do you want me to do?
Let's take everything we need. I et's move.
We gotta get to that next case before they do.
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Travers: We're close!
- It's just up there! - It better be.
You know something? I'm getting real fucking tired of your threats.
Are you?
It's there.
Oh, my god. What do we do now?
You got a pencil?
[37]
Travers: Over here.
Goddamn.
The son of a bitch is still alive!
I'm beginning to dislike this Mr. Walker.
He can't be far. Find him. Go.
[Gun cocks]
(€©te)
Gabe: Come on.
Give me a flare.
- Meet me at eagle's cape. - I'm not leaving.
Jessie, don't worry about me!
[Screams]
[Both grunting]
[Ryan screaming]
[Ryan screams]
Gravity's a bitch, isn't it?
Fuck the money, and fuck you!
I wasn't born to die on a fucking mountain.
Kynette: Where were you born to die? Got a place picked out?
I don't need to hear that fucking shit from you, boy. Come on.
Maybe this boy should make this big mouth a little bigger.
Qualen: Stop this!
The fight's not here. It's out there.
Find us some shelter.
Next time you're, like, watching mtv, you know...
Like, take a split second and flip it to the weather channel.
Here in tent city, or at home playing some righteous air hockey?
Air hockey's definitely got my vote.
Exactly, cheesehead, exactly.
- Cheesehead? - Cheesehead.
[37]
He was here. What was in there?
Answer the man.
Nothing. Just tourist souvenirs.
Or equipment.
Maybe Walker plans to look after his friend here.
He's not my friend...
And I don't like him any more than I do you.
Nice try.
But I never underestimate the power of loyalty when it comes naturally.
Not like the kind that has to be paid for.
Make a fire.
It costs a fortune to heat this place.
That's bad humor, I know.
We better get some sleep. We're gonna need it.
Rescue units, come in.
Again, do you read? Come in.
[Over radio] What the hell is going on up there?
Hal
Jessie, do you read?
Jessie. It looks as if we're drawing a crowd.
We're down to a few hours before the whole fucking world shows up.
- Where's the next one? Hal: On the tower.
How far?
He asked how far, goddamn it! Aah
you know what I think? I think you've been taking the scenic route.
Now how far is it?
Half a day.
- It's half a day. Brett: Hey, hal! Hal!
Check it out, man. It's hal. Hey, man, you stuck up here too?
You missed a great jump yesterday. “Walk over.
Ah, for Christ's sakes, man, they're just kids.
Why don't you let them go? “We're not animals.
Don't force us to be. Walk over.
Evan: Hey, man, was that storm 3 real bummer or what?
Me and him were in tent city last night.
Yeah. Brett: Hey, hal.
We're gonna take one last jump and split.
You babysitting hikers, or what?
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Run, man, run! Go! Run! “What?
Run! Get the hell out... aah!
Brett: Go! Come on!
Son of a bitch. You didn't have to kill him!
Shut up!
Sue me.
Fuck
Shoot him, damn it!
Shoot him!
You're letting him get away! Shoot him!
Evan: Whoa
shit.
You murdering motherfuck.
Kill a few people, they call you a murderer.
Kill a million, and you're a conqueror.
Go figure.
Move on, Tucker. Time is short.
Jessie: Okay. Just like you said.
He's taking them the long way around.
All right. To stay ahead of them, we're gonna have to go through that crack.
Qualen: You said there was a way across.
There is.
- Where the fuck is it? Hal: There. You blind?
Hell with the money. Radio the chopper.
You just don't get it, do you?
We're in bed now, joined at the hip, partners in crime.
You've crossed over, Travers, and there's no crossing back.
All right, that'll keep it dry.
Okay, let's do it.
[Both grunting and panting]
Get a good footing.
Jessie: Okay.
It's slick, Jess.
(Ood foothold.
Jessie, don't move.
Oh, my god.
- Let's get out of here. - No!
[Jessie screaming]
Gabe: Jessie, get down! Come on!
(Get down.
Put your head down! Stay close to me.
All right, stay down. Hold on to me. Can you hold on to me?
Jessie: It's on my back! It's on my back!
I got it, Jessie! I got it!
It's all right.
Jessie: There's one on my back! There's one on my back!
It's off your back. There's nothing on your back.
It's all gone. It's all gone. It's okay.
Frank [over radio]: Rocky mountain rescue center, this is rescue 3. Over.
Man: Rescue 3, this is rescue center. Go ahead.
Frank: The vis is good. I've got at least 20 miles in all directions.
If anyone's out here, I'll find them. Over
man: Roger, 3. Center out.
[Imonitor beeping]
Frank: Center, this is 3.
I've picked up a signal on the thermal imager just north of comb bluff.
Landing to investigate.
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[Wolf snarling]
[Evan groaning]
Hey!
(Get out! Get out of here!
(Get the hell out!
Jesus Christ
here, I got you. I got you.
I got you, son. I got you.
Gabe: There's the opening.
When I get up there, I'll hook up the line...
And you follow me up.
- Okay? - All right.
The other one is following.
I'll move to a high point, flank him.
Don't kill him until you get the money.
Sure.
Man [over radio]: Mr. Wright, we found the ID on the dead pilot.
He was known to fly for qualen. Over.
Wright: What about the treasury jet? Over.
Man: Its wreckage is scaltered over a two-mile area.
No bodies have been found over
finally. An faa satellite has located a downed aircraft.
Head 110 miles south-southwest of the park entrance.
Treasury control, get the rescue people on their way.
We're headed straight there. One out.
Man: Center out.
[Grunting]
Gabe: I got it, Jess.
We're almost out. I can chop through.
- Jessie, come on up! - Okay!
Walker.
Small world, ain't it?
Don't even think about it.
Your life's on sale, Walker.
The price is 30 million.
Where is it?
It's gone.
What the fuck are you talking about? Where's the money?
I burned it. Never could save anything.
Not even a dumb mountain boy like you would burn $30 million.
I don't make deals, Walker, but I'll make one with you.
Hand over the money, and I'll just kill you and not the girl.
Now give me the money!
(Abe?
All right.
[37]
[Grunts]
Jessie: Gabe!
Come on. Come on!
Can you walk? Yeah
kynette, what's going on? Where's the money?
He said he torched it
qualen [over radio]: Where is he now?
He dropped down into some cave.
You've had your chance. Move it out now.
- Kristel, get the c-4. Kristel: Roger.
Just give me five minutes.
I said, get the fuck out of there.
Good. And blow up that black bastard while you're at it.
Save me the time of doing it meself.
If you want me, I'm in here!
I'm in here!
I'm in here.
You're making it too easy for me.
[Jessie grunts]
No!
[Grunting]
[Gun clicks]
No bullets, bitch!
Now, I'm gonna ask you just three times:
Where's the money?
Sissy.
You hit like a sissy.
Wrong answer, motherfucker!
Get up!
Now, I'm gonna ask you for a second time.
Where is the money?
Burned it.
Wrong answer!
Time to kill a mountain man.
It amazes me, in this day and age, when a man...
Will put money...
Before the personal safety...
Of himself and his bitch.
At least you can go to your grave knowing...
That I'm gonna treat the bitch...
Right!
[Ikynette grunts]
Jessie: Gabe, Gabe!
Are you okay? Oh, god! I thought he killed you!
- You okay? - Yeah. I'm all right.
Frank [over radio]: Hal, Jessie, do you read?
Again, do you read? Come in.
Hal, Jessie, what the hell's going on up there?
Jessie, find it.
It's ready.
Frank: Rescue 1, rescue 2.
- Do you copy? Over. - Here it is! Here it is!
Frank: I found Evan in the east valley.
He's got a gunshot wound in the back.
He's en route to the medical center in granby in critical condition.
In case you can hear this, I'm resuming my search.
Come on!
You'll make somebody a fine wife someday.
You should see me bake a cake.
He's still alive, for another four minutes.
Travers: Where's it set?
Qualen: Primed to go off right over his head.
Hal: Fuck!
Gabe, three minutes! There's a bomb!
[Over radio] Get the hell out of there! There's a bomb over your head!
(Sabe!
[Grunting]
Jessie, get the gear!
Come on, Jessie. This way.
That charge is gonna cause a landslide. We gotta get to the west face.
Why the hell are we wasting time?
Making sure he's not going to find that last case.
You want to kill me, don't you, Tucker?
Well, take a number and get in line.
[37]
All right, the ledge is too far. Take this rope and pull it apart and tie it together.
- We're gonna rappel down. - This rope is 60 years old.
- Will it hold? - Don't think so.
Bad answer.
Frank! Frank!
Frank! Frank! No, frank!
He can't see you, Jess. Can't see you.
(Go!
- Here comes our ride. Move. Delmar: Go.
Okay, now, swing as hard as you can. Push!
[Jessie grunting]
[Jessie screams]
Jessie: Gabe! Gabe: Jessie
Jump.
[Grunting]
Frank! Frank! Frank!
Frank! Frank! Aah!
Frank, no!
What's happening here? Where's the rest of the group?
Welcome.
What are you doing?
Now, back off!
Well, I came here to help you.
Delmar: You did.
Don't move.
[Qualen chuckling]
- Frank! Frank! Qualen: Better hurry, Tucker.
A friend in need!
Hal: Get the hell out of here!
Frank!
[37]
No!
You stupid maniac!
- No one told you to shoot. - We've wasted enough time.
Frank? Hal?
Hal: I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
This man never hurt anybody!
Touching.
Kristel, check the chopper. Let's go.
[Ibeeping]
(Set back! Get back!
Go! Jessie, run!
That son of a bitch.
All right. We use the chopper to locate the third case.
- Then we get the hell out of here. Kristel: No.
There's not enough fuel to search around.
Just enough to get us down.
Qualen: You're not running things, Travers.
As soon as he finds the money, you're as dead as me.
Give me the monitor.
Now.
What's the code, Travers?
Travers: I told you, qualen.
Fifty thousand possible key code combinations...
In 15-second intervals.
So, what's the fucking code?
[Gun cocks]
Well, look what agent Travers found.
I guess he is running things after all
isn't he?
So, what's the plan, Travers? We use the chopper to find the money.
Right?
What a good idea.
But then again...
Without a pilot...
Nobody even gets off this mountain.
What are you doing, Eric?
Do you know what real love is, kristel?
Kristel.: No.
Sacrifice.
[Gunshots]
Now I'm the only one who can fly us out of here.
We're partners again.
Now, take your toy...
And find our money.
Radio when you find it.
I'm waiting here.
All right, the last of the money's at Crockett river.
If we take the northern Ridge, we can get there first.
I ook there is no "we."
What I'm gonna do is go along the north trail to bitker ladder.
- And you go on to the station for help. - Are you crazy?
Gabe: Look, if they find the money, hal's dead.
- Just get back there fast. Jessie: All right.
Wright [over radio]: Roger, control.
But where the hell are those national guard choppers? Over.
Man: They had a mechanical, sir. It's being worked on now.
- Their eta is one hour. Wright: An hour?
You got to do better than that. Now, get a move on. Out.
[ Tracking device beeping]
Stop there.
We're close.
I got it locked in.
So we're finished with him, yeah?
Yeah. Do it quietly.
Your insane boss just made enough noise...
For anyone within 10 miles to hear us.
It's been fun.
Hey, delmar.
From me to you...
You're an asshole.
Yeah?
And you're a loudmouth, punk slag...
Who's about to die.
Maybe.
But in a minute I'll be dead.
You.
Will always be an asshole.
So go ahead and shoot.
I'm getting cold.
Shoot!
Who's shooting”?
[Grunting]
Tell me.
Do you like soccer?
It's a great sport.
I was a fucking good striker. Isn't that something?
[Bone cracks]
Oh, god!
Fuck you!
You're swearing now.
That's a penalty kick for unsportsmanlike.
A lovely little chip shot.
He dribbles past one defender...
Two defenders.
Three defenders.
Striker lines up at the penalty spot.
He focuses on the ball
the crowd is on its feet.
Striker moves to his left.
He draws back his foot.
He comes in.
[Groans]
[Laughs]
[Screams]
Season's over, asshole!
I said, quietly.
[Ibeeping]
What the fuck is going on?
This is not right.
What the fuck?!
Goddamn.
Fuck you, Walker!
Fucker!
Goddamn it!
[37]
Come in, goddamn it.
Have you got what we need?
Travers [over radio]: It's Walker. The son of a bitch is still alive, qualen.
No names. This is an open line.
I don't give a shit, Eric qualen!
Had to be insane to tie up...
With a lowlife piece of shit like you anyway.
They beat us.
[Over radio] A couple of fucking mountain rangers beat us.
Jesus Christ, that's Travers. Get a bead on that frequency.
They beat the man no law agency ever could.
(Set off the radio.
And I'm finding that pretty fucking hilarious, qualen.
Stop transmitting, you stupid bastard!
It's hard to believe I sold out after 20 years...
And this is my payback?
To rot on a mountain with a fucking dirtbag like you!
Travers, you've lost your mind.
I ost it have I lost it?
Fucking-a, I've lost it, qualen! Pure, fucking section eight!
I gotta go.
I'm on my last official manhunt.
Adios, motherfucker!
You got a bearing on that frequency yet?
Pilot: Yes. Eight minutes away.
Travers: You're dead, Walker!
[Gunshots]
[Gabe grunting]
[Helicopter whirring]
Frank! Frank! Frank!
Frank! Frank!
[37]
[Grunting]
I won, Walker!
(Gabe! (Gabe!
[37]
Travers, come in.
Compliments of delmar. Too late. You missed him.
He decided to take a swim to Arizona.
- Tucker. Hal [over radio]: That's right.
Qualen: Congratulations.
Qualen?
It's all over
Walker. You resilient bastard.
So you're still alive.
I want that money, and I want it now.
Qualen, the game's over. You lost.
Oh, no. The game's just getting interesting.
I'm airborne now, you see.
As a matter of fact, I've picked up a passenger...
I think you might be interested in.
Go on, talk.
I said talk, goddamn it!
Gabe” hal, he's got me. I'm sorry. I thought he was frank.
You get the picture, Walker?
Now, I want that money.
Meet me at the highest point from where you are.
If you don't, we're going to find out...
If this little angel of yours can fly.
Jessie, take him to the highest point near bitker ladder.
I'll meet you there. Don't worry.
Love's a killer, isn't it?
Where are you, Walker?
Gabe [over radio]: You're getting warmer. Keep climbing.
You're getting closer, qualen.
[ Ook out
Qualen: I must admit, you're a real piece of work.
Yeah, and I must admit, you're a real piece of shit.
Throw it up, or I'll kill her.
You do, and the cash is gone.
Qualen: The money.
Gabe: I want you to put her down.
Over there!
Jessie, run!
- What about you? - Run!
Run!
Come on, qualen.
I got what you want. Come on.
Come on. Come and get it.
Come on. Closer.
Come on, closer.
A little closer, qualen. Throw it in.
Bring it closer.
Oh, my god.
Throw it in.
[37]
Damn you, Walker!
Run!
[Gabe screams]
[Grunting and panting]
[Grunts]
Jessie, move! Move.
[Gunshots]
Come on.
[Screams]
Hal: Gabel
hal: Gabel
[yelling and grunting]
It's just us now, you piece of shit.
Jessie: Gabe, watch out!
Get out of there, man!
Stick around.
We had a deal
and now we've just got each other.
You're not afraid to die.
[Qualen screams]
Come on, get him!
- Get out of there! Jessie: It's gonna fall!
Gabe: Remember, shithead.
Keep your arms and legs in the vehicle at all times!
[Qualen screams]
Hal: Give me the rope!
That's it.
I'm out of here.
Gabe, buddy, you think you could have put a little less effort into that climb?
I mean, I thought you were in shape.
I guess I'm just falling apart. Yeah
this is agent Wright. Copy?
Yeah, copy.
Wright [over radio]: Please identify yourselves. Over.
Hal: Yeah, this is hal Tucker, rocky mountain rescue.
Hey, we're glad to see you guys.
If you're looking for Mr. qualen...
Try about 4000 feet south of here.
He'll be the one wearing a helicopter. Over.
Wright: Good. I'll arrange transportation for the three of you...
If you can sit tight for a while.
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