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General Franklin Kirby,
he will explain everything.
Kirby, huh? I think
we ran him in last week.
[Officers laugh]
Hey.
Hooker.
Not bad.
- What's she doing?
- She's got something for us.
I bet she does.
Shit!
What the hell was that?!
Jesus Christ!
[Officers scream]
[Coughing]
- Where did you learn to do that?
- I read the instructions.
What time do 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. OK, go.
Ah!
CINDY: Did anybody ever tell you
you have a lot of hostility?
JOHN: Come on. Let's move.
CINDY: I hope I can fly
this plane.
Oh, shit!
CINDY: Oh!
- Oh, no!
- What's wrong?
This isn't a plane.
This is a canoe with wings.
- Then get in and start paddling.
- Oh!
[Men yelling in Spanish]
[Machine-gun fire]
JOHN: Start the engine! Hurry!
CINDY: OK, OK.
- This plane's older than I am!
- Come on!
There's no L.E.D. read-out!
I've only trained on a Cessna.
- Hurry up!
- I'm trying!
[Gunfire continues]
Shit!
CINDY: Oh!
JOHN: Come on, piece of shit!
Fly or die!
Works every time.
All right.
Here we go.
- Watch out for the boat!
- We're not going to make it! Ah!
- Yes, we are.
- Aah!
Oh.
We did it. We did it.
Wow!
Well done.
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 X-ray
448 for General Kirby.
Urgent you respond.
MAN ON RADIO: Attention
unidentified aircraft.
This is the Coast Guard
cutter Marauder.
You're flying over
the San Magill gunnery range.
This is a highly
restricted area.
Change course or you will be
forced to land. Acknowledge.
Urgent. Repeat, urgent.
You must contact
General Franklin Kirby.
First change course or you risk
being shot down. Acknowledge.
They shoot the shit
out of this area all the time.
Flights out of LAX
avoid it like the plague.
- Can you go below radar?
- Not marine radar.
If I get us close to the water,
the waves can camouflage us.
- Go down.
- Oh... OK.
- Do it!
- Hang on.
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 piss-ant 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 a blink of an 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.
Now, whether she's alive
or dead doesn't matter.
Then he'll be after you.
Now, 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.
CINDY: OK. Here we go.
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 going to break loose.
Be careful, Matrix.
Good luck.
Thanks.
[Men speaking Spanish]
Mira.
[Telephone rings]
[Ring]
S. El presidente aqui.
He was not on the plane.
Kill her.
Como esta?
Alto!
Aah!
Welcome back, John.
So glad you could make it.
Little bitch!
I'll kill her!
Yah!
CINDY: Commando!
I say again, Commando!
This is Whiskey X-ray 448.
I have an emergency message
for a General Franklin Kirby.
I repeat,
General Franklin Kirby.
General Kirby, we have
your message on the teletype.
Disparen!
Paren disparando!
Vayan y miren.
Ah!
Aah!
Venganse conmigo!
Aah!
Aah!
JOHN: Jenny!
Jenny!
Jenny!
JENNY: Daddy?

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