helicopter? Are you crazy?
- I was a crew chief on one during the war.
- What the hell does that mean?
It means I can fly one of these things...
a little.
Close that door.
- When was the last time you flew one?
- 1964.
Oh, my God.
- I need to see your clearance.
- This is my clearance. Back off.
Murphy! Put it down and get out!
Come on! Drop it!
Hold your fire, dammit!
Oh, Murphy, you fucking idiot!
I don't like heights. I don't like planes.
I don't like flying.
And I especially don't like helicopters.
I think I'm gonna be sick.
On second thought, maybe not.
- Can we take that one up?
- It's got engine trouble.
Get hold of the coastguard.
I want another chopper, like, yesterday.
Hey, air-wolf,
where the hell are we going?
- Oh, my God. What is it?
- Damn! We're out of fuel!
What do you mean, we're out of fuel?
We can't be out of fuel.
Oh, my God! We're out of fuel!
I don't wanna die! I don't wanna die!
- I don't wanna die.
- Hang on, now. Hang on.
I don't wanna die.
I don't wanna die. I don't...
I don't wanna die.
I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die.
I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die.
Hey. We've already landed.
- Where are we?
- On a barn.
A barn?
I don't believe this is happening to me.
You know what this is?
This is the worst day of my life.
You know why? Because of you, barf bag.
Hey, pubic hair, I'm talking to you!
I think we'd better get away
before somebody spots this chopper.
Uh, no way, Josй. I'm staying right here.
As long as we got these,
where I go, you go.
Hello there!
Get the hell out of there! Let's go!
Look what the hell
you've done to my barn! Who are you?
This guy's an escaped killer, the
helicopter's stolen and I'm his hostage.
You stole a police helicopter?
What do you think I am, stupid?
It happens to be true, jock-itch. Call
the cops and let 'em know where we are.
Did you hear that, boys?
All we gotta do is call the cops.
- While we're at it, let's call the governor.
- And the president.
Look, penis envy,
if you don't call the cops, I will!
They're not gonna call anybody.
Look at all this shit.
This is a dope farm.
Hey! No kidding?
You guys grow marijuana?
Come on,
let's light up a few joints and party.
This little girl wants to party.
- We should give the girl what she wants.
- Oh, yes.
- Kiss my ass!
- Get away from her.
You bastard!
- Hold this bitch down.
- With pleasure.
Get off me, you fucking son of a bitch!
Want me to hurt you, baby?
Want me to hurt you? Cos I'll hurt you.
No!
Nothing you can do about it.
Just lay back and enjoy it.
Don't, you son of a bitch!
- Come on, baby. Come on.
- No! Murphy!
Let's be friends. Cos I'm gonna give it
to you like you ain't never had it before.
- Don't!
- I want her second, Kelly.
Murphy! Don't! Get off, you...
Look, don't do it! Don't do it!
Don't do it, man. Please don't do it.
- Not having such a good time now?
- Please, man, don't kill us. Please, man.
First one who sticks his head out the door
gets it blown off.
OK, man. OK.
- Can you wire that truck?
- Does the Pope shit in the woods?
Check this out. They left the keys.
Hello?
Anybody here?
Hello?
Murphy, come on. Murphy?
Come on. Murphy, please.
Come on.
Don't dump on me, you buffalo shit.
Hey, come on, Murphy.
Hey, come on, Murphy.
Hello?
I'm calling you a doctor.
Put that phone down.
Who are you?
There's a friend of yours
in the other room and he's hurt.
- What's his name?
- Murphy.
- Where did you learn stitches like that?
- In the medical corps in Korea.
- He gonna be all right?
- He's got himself a concussion.
He'll probably be OK
in a couple of days or so.
He's going to have a hell of a headache,
though.
I'm Ben Wilcove. You got a name?
Arabella McGee.
- You hungry, McGee?
- Yeah.
- You a cop?
- I used to be.
What happened?
I got shot in the back with a.22
by a 16-year-old kid.
- You don't like cops much, huh?
- Not much.
I don't either.
- Morning.
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