Franklin Kirby he
will explain everything to you.
- Kirby, huh? Yeah, I think
we ran him in last week.
- [Laughing]
- Hey! Looker.
- Not bad.
What do you think
she's doing?
- I think she's got something for us.
- [Laughs] I bet she does.
- Shit!
- What the hell was that?
- God!
- Jesus Christ!
- Whoa!
[Screaming]
[Coughing]
- Where did you learn how to do that?
- I read the instructions.
What time you expect Matrix
to arrive in Val Verde?
Just over two hours.
Do you think he's going to give us
any problems?
He'll do exactly
as he's told...
as long as he thinks
he'll get his daughter back.
- It's all clear.
- Good.
[Groaning, Grunting]
Did anybody ever tell you
you have a lot of hostility?
Come on. Let's move.
Ooh! I hope I can
fly this plane.
- Oh, shit.
- Oh!
- Oh, no.
- What's wrong?
This isn't a plane.
This is a canoe with wings!
- Well, then get in and start paddling.
- Oh!
[Shouting In Spanish]
- [Gunfire]
- Start the engine. Hurry up!
- Okay. Okay. Okay.
- [Gunfire]
- Oh, my God! This plane is older than I am!
- Come on!
Look! There's no
L.E.D. readout!
I've only trained on a Cessna!
- Hurry up!
- I'm trying!
Shit!
- Oh!
- Come on, you piece of shit! Fly or die!
Works every time.
[Groaning]
All right, here we go.
- Watch out for the boat!
- Oh! We're not gonna make it!
- [Screams]
- Yes, we are.
[Screaming]
[Sighs]
We did it.
We did it. Wow.
- Well done.
- [Laughs] Thank you.
- Matrix?
- Call the Federal building.
Have them monitor every police, aviation
and marine channel.
- What are you expecting?
- World War III.
Repeat. This is Whiskey Xray 448 for
General Kirby. Urgent you respond.
[Man] Attention unidentified aircraft.
This is the Coast Guard cutter Marauder.
You're flying over
the San Miguel Gunnery Range.
This is a highly
restricted area.
You must change course,
or you will be forced to land.
- Acknowledge.
- Urgent. Repeat. Urgent.
You must contact
General Franklin Kirby.
You must first change course
or you risk being shot down. Acknowledge.
- [Beeping]
- They shoot the shit out
of this area all the time.
All the flights out of LAX
avoid it like the plague.
- Can you go below radar?
- Not marine radar.
Maybe if I get us close enough to the water,
the waves can camouflage us.
- Go down.
- Oh. Okay.
- Do it.
- Hang on.
[Beeping]
[Long Beep]
We lost them, sir.
[Speaking Spanish]
Slitting
a little girl's throat...
is like cutting
warm butter.
Put the knife away...
and shut your mouth.
I love listening to your little pissant soldiers
trying to talk tough.
They make me laugh.
If Matrix was here,
he'd laugh too.
Mr. Bennett, my soldiers
are patriots.
Your soldiers are nothing.
Matrix and I could kill every one of them
in the blink ofan eye.
- Remember that.
- Are you trying to frighten me?
I don't have to try.
When Matrix finishes the job,
he'll be back for his daughter.
Whether she's alive or dead doesn't matter.
Then he'll be after you.
The only thing
between Matrix and you...
is me.
It is you that is afraid,
Mr. Bennett.
You are afraid of Matrix.
Of course.
I'm smart.
But I have an edge.
I have his daughter.
- Is that it?
- That's the one.
Land here. It's the most
isolated spot we'll find.
Okay, here we go.
Now, you remember the message?
Commando, Kirby, Code Red,
Coordinates. Got it.
Don't break radio silence
until they see me.
- How will I know?
- Because all fucking hell is gonna break loose.
Be careful, Matrix.
Good luck.
Thanks.
[Speaking Spanish]
[Grunting]
[Speaking Spanish]
[Indistinct]
[Ringing]
[Speaking Spanish]
He was not on the plane.
Kill her.
[Groaning]
[Groaning]
- [Speaks Spanish]
- [Groans]
[Speaks Spanish]
- [Alarm Sounds]
- [Screams]
[Explosion]
Welcome back, John.
So glad you could make it.
[Men Chattering, Yelling]
- [Explosion]
- That little...
bitch!
[Roars]
[Yells]
[Men Yelling In Spanish]
[Yelling In Spanish]