in a shoot-out
where people are dying.
You rip a phone booth
out of the wall,
swing from
the ceiling like Tarzan,
then a cop's going to shoot you,
and I save you,
and he starts chasing me!
Are you going to tell me
what's going on or what?!
No.
No? No?
Oh, my god! Watch out!
[Woman screams]
What are you doing?
Oh, look out! Aah!
This is not my day!
WOMAN: Whoa!
Whoa!
My car!
[Firing gun]
Aah!
- Are you all right?
- I'm dead.
You're all right.
Wait for me.
[Sully groaning]
Where is she?
- Kiss my ass.
- I can't hear you!
I'll say it louder:
get fucked.
Your loyalty is very touching,
but it's not the most important
thing in your life right now.
But what is important
is gravity.
I have to remind you, Sully,
this is my weak arm.
You can't kill me.
You need me
to find your daughter.
Open the door
Cook knows.
I'll take you where I meet him.
- No, you won't.
- Why not?
Because I already know.
Remember I promised
to kill you last?
That's right, Matrix.
You did!
I lied.
Aah!
Now you don't have a car.
Now I do.
- What did you do with Sully?
- I let him go.
ЎAndale!
JOHN: I'm sorry
I got you involved.
WOMAN: Tell me
what this is about.
- It's about her.
- Is this your daughter?
JOHN: People are using her
to force me to do a job.
If I don't get to her soon,
they'll kill her.
- Did you do the job?
- No.
They would kill her
even if I did it.
Our only chance
is to get to her...
before they find out
what I'm doing.
All that matters
to me now is Jenny.
Let's go. Out!
Stay put.
- What are you doing?
- Helping you get her back.
- Check the drawers.
- All right.
[Knock on door]
[Gasps]
It's Cook.
Mess up the bed.
[Shower running]
[Knocking]
Act like you had
a good time with Sully.
Look at this.
All right.
Yeah?
- Where's Sully?
- In the shower.
- Who are you?
- Room service.
Open the door.
Move over there.
Hey, Sully!
Oh!
[Woman screams]
[Gunshot]
[Gunshot]
Aah!
[Gunshot]
You scared, motherfucker?
Well, you should be.
This Green Beret's
going to kick your big ass.
I eat Green Berets
for breakfast,
and right now
I'm very hungry.
I can't believe
this macho bullshit.
[Woman screams]
[Gunshot]
Fuck you, asshole.
[Click]
Fuck you, asshole.
These guys eat
too much red meat!
Ah!
[Cook groaning]
Where is she?
Cook!
Let's go.
This must be Cook's car.
Let's search it.
WOMAN: I think
I found something.
Look at this.
JOHN: What is this?
Coastal is a fuel depot
that supplies planes.
To whom, the airlines?
Usually smaller,
private aircraft.
Are you sure?
This is where my
flight instructor gets his fuel.
There are a lot of warehouses
on Pecondo Street.
Harris must be keeping
a plane there.
Let's go.
We'll take Cook's car.
He won't be needing it.
WOMAN: This is it.
Patria Enterprises.
This is where I was
this afternoon.
Go this way
and wait for my signal.
[Men speaking Spanish]
JOHN: Cindy? Come on.
I've seen all the equipment,
but there's no airplane.
What about your daughter?
Harris and Bennett
aren't here.
She's wherever they are.
OK. Look at this.
JOHN: These coordinates are
somewhere near Santa Barbara.
Longitude...
There's something going on
at this island north of here.
This must be where
they've taken Jenny.
Look, here's a photo
of an amphibian airplane.
- Maybe they use it to fly there.
- Let's look at that invoice.
[Voices in corridor]
[Voices fade]
Type 4 fuel is amphibian.
250 gallons would fly this plane
to the island and back.
But it isn't here.
I've seen everything.
It was refueled at pump station
32, Pacific Pier.
That's San Pedro.
- How long to fly to the island?
- About two hours.
- Are we going to the plane?
- Not yet.
- Where are we going?
- Shopping.
Shopping?
Come on. Come on!
[Beep]
Wow!
- What's that?
- Rocket launcher.
Go!
Freeze! Don't even think
about it!
[Police radio]
- Stick him in the truck.
- Come on. Come on.
If you call