Face/Off (Face Off) (Face/Off)

- Have you eaten anything? - No.

Hey, look, what is this, a picnic?

Come on. Let's go, man. We got ten minutes to go.

- Punch me out, man. - You got it.

Any word from the LAPD intelligence, if there is such a thing?

- Not yet, sir. - Of course not.

Because we're a covert anti-terrorism team that is so secret...

that when we snap our fingers nothin' happens!

Sheriff's department? Airport police?

Still waiting. But Interpol insists he's in Tripoli.

Yeah, well, you-you trust... You trust that billion-dollar satellite, okay?

I'll trust a ten-dollar snitch at this point.

- Sean, look... - What?

Why don't you just give 'em a little break, okay?

We'll take a break when the case breaks, okay?

Hallelujah, hallelujah Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah

For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth

Hallelu... Hallelu... Hallelujah

For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth

Hallelu... Hallelu... Hallelu... Hallelu... Hallelujah

For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth

Hallelujah

And he shall reign for ever and ever

I never really enjoyed The Messiah.

In fact, I think it's fucking boring.

And he shall reign for ever and ever

But your voice makes even a hack like Handel seem like a genius.

Hallelujah, hallelujah

Hallelujah

Victor... When we... When we put this thing to bed,

y-you can brand the Fourth Amendment on my butt.

- Thank you. - Sir, excuse me.

Your wife is on line one.

Sean! A jet was just chartered. Anderson Airfield.

Guess who paid the bill in cash? Pollux Troy.

- Put one of our people on that plane. - Wait! We still got no sign of Castor!

Pollux doesn't fly without Big Brother. Now come on!

You're 26 minutes late. The casing didn't fit, right?

Yeah, I told you goddam Dietrich would try to pawn off some...

cheap-shit North Korean plastic.

Casing fit like a condom.

You didn't deviate from the plan, did you, Pollux?

Well, how long did you want me to sit here twiddling my thumbs?

I paid for the jet. Save us some time.

That's what the boys are for, to hide our famous faces.

If I didn't love you so damn much, I'd have to kill you, bro.

I hate it when you call me bro.

You guys are paid to protect him from everybody,

including himself.

And stay away from downtown on the 18th.

It's gonna be a little, um, smoggy.

Okay, my passengers are here. I gotta go.

Let's go. Let's go. I'm bored. Let's go.

- Here you go. - Bravo.

Would you like anything else once we're airborne?

Oh, a peach.

Sit. Come here.

You know, I can, uh, eat a peach for hours.

Um, come here.

If I were to send you flowers, where would I, uh...

No, wait. Let me rephrase.

If I were to let you suck my tongue,

would you be grateful?

There's someone on the runway.

Get off of me!

- Archer. - FBI!

This is a very big gun. Fly the fuckin' plane!

Come on. That's it.

Come on. Let's go!

Goddam it. Don't play chicken with a goddam jet!

Come on.

- He's got Winters! Goddam it! - Damn it, Sean!

All units, pin 'em in!

Close in on 'em!

One of yours, Sean?

Shit!

Out. Come on. Go, go!

Goddam it, Sean!

Take off now.

- Fly! - I can't!

Fly, bitch!

All units, locked and ready. Follow Archer's lead.

What the fuck are you doing?

There's an engine out. We gotta stop.

- Move, move, move! - Get back! Back up!

Pollux!

- Cas! - Get over here.

Back him to me. Back him to me. He's mine!

Cas.

Secure the hangar.

Berkley, down!

Down!

Give up, Castor. Your time's up.

Well, you better hit me, Sean, 'cause you only got one bullet left.

So do you.

Wow. We've got something in common.

We both know our guns.

What we don't have in common is that I don't care if I live, and you do.

Sean, that hurts.

You're not having any fun, are you, Sean?

Why don't you come with us? Try terrorism for hire?

We'll blow some shit up. It's more fun.

- Shut the fuck up. - You watch your fuckin' mouth!

I'm about to unleash the biblical plague "Hell-A" deserves,

but I'll give this shithole a break if my brother and I walk.

- Bullshit. - Oh-Oh no, I-I see, I see.

Y-You think I'm bluffing.

Maybe I am. But, then, maybe I'm not.

More importantly, what would you do with me locked up?

You'd drive your wife and kid crazy.

Say, how is your daughter, anyway? Is she ripening by now?

Your... Your darling Janie, your little peach?

Is she ripe?

Okay.

O-Okay.

Policeman, don't shoot me.

I'm scared, Seanie!

Well, I think you better pull the trigger,

because I don't give a fuck!

I'm ready

Ready for the big ride, baby

Well, Sean, looks like Elvis done left the buildin'.

It wasn't my fault. Why won't you ever be on my side?

I am always on your side, but you have to give me a chance...

Now what?

She was suspended again. Some kid made a crack about her clothes...

- She started a fight. - That's right, Dad.

Don't even ask me what happened.

Okay. What happened?

- Ah, I see. - Not like you would believe me anyway.

Jamie, look, it-it-it's not easy, okay?

I mean, loo... You change the way you look every week.

And-And the way you act. Who are you supposed to be now?

I'm supposed to be me.

Not like you have a clue who I am anyway.

I have to work tonight.

I called to tell you, but I was on hold for ten minutes,

and I couldn't wait any longer.

I got him, Eve.

It's over.

It's over.

Oh, Sean.

I'll make it up to you and Jamie. I promise.

I'll put in for a desk job...

Well, I'll... I'll do counselling, sit down, talk about Mike...

I'll do it, anything you want.

I just want you.

Well, good, 'cause that's what you're gonna get.

You happy?

Yes. Yeah.

What is all this?

Sir, the CIA sent this over.

I didn't know they catered. Send it back.

No, wait.

How about, uh...

What about to Anderson, Montgomery,

Berkley,

Pincus, Gianelli, Winters...

How's Loomis?

Uh, he's gonna need a little surgery, but, uh,

he'll be okay.

- What's up? - Special ops. They want a word.

Aw, forget it. I don't have the time.

Better make time, Sean.

Recovered from the jet wreckage.

Found in Pollux Troy's briefcase.

Porcelain casing.

Thermal cloak.

Nerve gas and biological payload.

It's enough to flatten a square mile.

Then depending on the prevailing winds,

the fallout'll be a tad worse than Gulf War syndrome.

A biblical... A biblical plague to LA.

Where is he? Where is Pollux Troy?

Why draw the schematic if you're not gonna build the bomb?

What, is it now a crime in this country to exercise the mind?

I'm interested in bomb...

I won't say another word until I see my brother.

Any progress?

I need about ten minutes alone with this guy.

Ah, give it a rest. You got Castor. Just go home.

Look, we're not gonna evacuate the city on your hunch.

Look, I know Castor too well for this to be a hunch.

You know what, just-just run the goddam bureau any way you like.

I could put an agent in his cell. Maybe Pollux will let it slip.

Oh, come on. He's a paranoid sociopath.

The only person he'd talk to about that bomb is his brother,

and he's dead.

There is one other possibility.

Oh, God. You're keeping him alive.

Relax, Archer. He's a turnip.

Oh.

What if you could walk into Erewhon Prison...

and give Pollux a nice, big brotherly hug as Castor Troy?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Let me try. Malcolm Walsh.

I run the bio-cover unit for special ops.

I know who you are.

But you don't know what I can do.