Flight Risk

What? Oh, come on!

Thank you.

Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!

Fucking Alaska.

Get down! On your knees now! Get down!

Okay. Okay.

Okay. Yep. Oh, shit!

Oh, come on, Princess.

I'm cooperating. I'm cooperating, okay?

- Clear! - (GROANS)

Gotcha.

Hey there, Winston. How you been?

What?

I'm Madolyn Harris, US Marshal.

You're a hard man to track down.

A deal! I want to make a deal.

- Let's make a deal. - (LOUD POP)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

It's chicken noodle.

Throw him on the bed.

Oh, not the bedspread.

Not the bedspread. It's crusty.

It's so... crusty.

Winston, you want to make a deal?

Testify against Moretti.

Okay.

But I want full immunity and lots,

and lots of protection.

All right. Let me call it up the chain.

Okay.

It's Harris. Yup. Clean capture.

Listen, he wants to make a deal.

Uh-huh.

Copy that. Keep me posted.

What'd they say?

Get comfy. This could take a couple of days.

Hey, uh, I don't want to be that guy, but...

I have to use the facilities.

Oh, come on, don't look at me like that.

These guys literally scared the shit out of me.

What do you expect?

Can I have some privacy?

You might run.

Okay.

But if you don't take off these cuffs,

you're the one that's gonna have to do the paperwork.

Hey, Bob, Jeff.

Yes, ma'am.

I have a job for you.

(WHO WAS THAT BY BOBBY RUSH & KENNY WAYNE SHEPHERD PLAYS)

Get in.

What the hell is this?

The charter, Winston. Get in.

Okay.

It's just you say,

"We chartered a private plane,"

I'm thinking Gulfstream, thinking Learjet,

you know, Jay-Z level shit.

Thought we'd be popping bottles full of bubbly.

Not fucking Dramamine.

That's a jet. I never said jet.

I said we got a private plane, and that's what this is.

- No. (LAUGHS) - Arms.

This isn't a plane. This is a kite with seat belts.

Honestly, I'd rather be on Spirit Airlines.

Well, Winston, what do you want me to say?

Next time, hide out in Miami, maybe you get a jet.

You go full Unabomber on me,

drag me all the way out to snow-blow Alaska,

our options get a little more limited.

Doubt you can even land a jet out here.

Yeah, well, it's a little hard to go off the grid in Miami.

Yeah, and a lot of good that did you.

You guys go ahead. I'll be there in a second.

- Van Sant. - It's Madolyn.

I was starting to get worried.

Don't be. We're just about good to go.

Is he cooperating?

- If I say no, can I tase him? - Sure.

I'm right here. I can hear you.

Three days in Motel Sucks. He hasn't shut up once.

Oh, come on. You loved every minute of it.

Don't tell me you miss being behind a desk.

No. No. Seriously, Caroline.

Thank you for putting me in the field again.

I know you have pushback.

Don't thank me yet. Judge Martin recused himself.

I'll give you three guesses who's on deck.

Stewardess, is there a meal on this flight

or is it like just snacks?

Shut up, Winston.

Yeah, okay. Just snacks. Okay.

- You there? - Uh, yeah. Replace with who?

- Judge hard-ass himself. - Falco?

Yeah, I know. And true to form,

he's not letting us push the trial date again.

- (GROANS) You're kidding. - Look, it's gonna be fine.

The team's standing by to meet you in Anchorage.

Okay.

- We'll be there in about... - (DOOR CREAKING)

We should be there in about 90 minutes or so.

- Where'd he go? - Good.

Moretti's lawyers are trying to run out the clock on us,

but I've done the math.

We could still make New York by morning, okay?

- Just get going. - Yeah.

All right. Call me from Anchorage.

By the book, okay? Don't embarrass us.

- I gotta run. - (HANGS UP)

So, any inflight entertainment

or do you know party tricks?

Deputy Harris? Daryl Booth.

Hope you like flying. Beautiful day for it.

I gotta say, I normally

don't let my passengers board before me.

It's for your own safety.

Ooh! No kidding?

What you packing there, a Glock or...

We're in a bit of a rush, Mr. Booth.

Yes, ma'am.

You sure you don't wanna ride in the back there with him?

Absolutely not.

Yeah, it's just tough with all the sexual tension.

I only meant, uh

shouldn't somebody be watching him?

Oh, he's restrained, Mr. Booth.

He's not going anywhere. Trust me.

Okay. Hey, you're the boss. I just...

I never flew a fugitive before.

Witness.

- What? - Shut up, Winston.

I'm a cooperating government witness,

- not a fugitive. - Winston.

No, I'm just saying,

technically, we're all on the same side.

Not another word.

All right, well,

we're looking at moderate clouds and light wind.

And I'd appreciate if you didn't address the prisoner.

Yes, ma'am.

Sorry, I just...

I never flew a US Marshal before, neither.

I did fly Marshall Faulk once, though.

That was real cool.

All right. Anchorage Center,

November 208, uniform, uniform.

Ready for departure on Crooked Creek, runway 34.

Roger that. November 208, uniform, uniform.

Clear for takeoff, runway 34.

- Ready to go? - Yup.

Whee...

Is it always this bumpy?

You're not digging the music?

Yeah, I know. But up here, you got to have some tunes

to drown out the wind and the wolves.

See? She gets it.

It's always turbulent up here.

It should even out once we hit about 3,000 feet.

If you feel sick, don't worry.

You know, the number of passengers

have left their lunch up here?

Hello? - I could open a snack bar.

Hello? Hello!

Can you guys even hear me?

What if I need to take a piss?

You a smoker?

- No, I quit. - I'll take one.

Yeah, it ain't the same, huh?

Your neck okay?

- You got a scratch there. - Oh.

Maintenance. Occupational hazard.

Come on. Oh, come on.

- Why is he in chains? - Come on!

He said he was a witness. Why is he all chained up?

Because he's a flight risk.

I thought he said you two were on the same side.

He's a liar.

What'd he do?

Okay. Forget I asked.

You gotta understand

my usual haul is a drunken fishing party