everything to you.
Kirby, huh? Yeah, I think we ran him in last week.
- Hey! Hooker.
- Not bad.
What do you think she's doing?
- I think she's got something for us.
- I bet she does.
- Shit! - What the
hell was that? - God!
- Jesus Christ!
- Whoa!
- 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.
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!
Start the engine. Hurry up!
Okay. Okay. Okay.
- 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.
All right, here we go.
- Watch out for the boat!
- Oh! We're not gonna make it!
Yes, we are.
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 Xray 448
for General Kirby. Urgent you respond.
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.
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.
We lost them, sir.
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 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.
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.
He was not on the plane.
Kill her.
Welcome back, John.
So glad you could make it.
That little...
bitch!
Commando.
I say again, Commando.
This is Whiskey Xray 448.
I have an emergency priority message
for a General Franklin Kirby.
I repeat, General Franklin Kirby.
General, you'd better get out here.
We have your message on the Teletype.
Jenny!
Jenny?
Jenny!
Daddy?
Jenny!
Daddy?
Daddy?
- Jenny!
- Daddy?
No. Not Daddy.
Come on!
Daddy.
- John! How's your arm?
- Come over and find out.
No, thanks.
I think I'll take a pass.
John, stick your head out.
One shot, right between