Cast Away

Mrs. Peterson!

Ramon, hey! How's it goin'?

How you doin'?

There it is, right there on the desk.

- Where's she headed? - She's snowbound, Ramon.

- See you went with the pink. - Yeah, yeah.

It's kind of a pink day today.

I'm gonna have another pickup for you on Thursday.

- All right. We'll see you then. - All right. Thanks, Ramon.

Peterson! Peterson!

Peterson.

- Mr. Cowboy, da? - Da.

Mmm, it's pretty.

Mmm. It's from my wife.

Time...

rules over us without mercy...

not caring if we're healthy or ill, hungry or drunk...

Russian, American, beings from Mars.

It's like a fire. It could either destroy us or keep us warm.

That's why every FedEx office has a clock.

Because we live or we die by the clock.

We never turn our back on it.

And we never, ever allow ourselves...

the sin of losing track of time!

Locally, it's 1:56.

That means we've got three hours and four minutes...

before the end-of-the-day's package sort.

That's how long we have. That's how much time we have...

before this pulsating, accursed, relentless taskmaster...

tries to put us out of business.

Hey, Nicolai. Hey. Nicolai, good to see you.

How are you, kid? Look what you did.

You just delivered your very first FedEx package.

That deserves something special, like a Snickers bar...

and a C.D. player.

And something to listen to... a C.D. There.

Elvis Presley. Fifty million fans can't be wrong.

You all recognize this, don't you?

I took the liberty of sending this to myself.

I FedEx'd it before I left Memphis.

You're probably wondering what could be in here.

What could it possibly be? Is it architectural plans?

Maybe technical drawings?

Is this the new wallpaper for the... for the bathroom?

It is... a clock...

which I started at absolute zero...

and is now at 87 hours, 22 minutes and 17 seconds.

From Memphis, America to Nicolai in Russia, 87 hours.

Eighty-seven hours is a shameful outrage.

This is just an egg timer!

What if it had been something else? Like your paycheck?

Or fresh boysenberries? Or adoption papers?

Eighty-seven hours is an eternity.

The cosmos was created in less time!

Wars have been fought and nations toppled in 87 hours!

Fortunes made and squandered.

What?

What are you saying about me?

I tell them, what do they expect?

This man, when his truck broke down, he stole a boy's bicycle to do his delivery.

I borrowed it! I borrowed a kid's bike.

And I got my packages delivered, and that is

what you people are gonna have to start doing.

You have to start doing whatever it takes, because in three hours and two minutes...

every one of these packages has to be on the big truck...

and on its way to the airport.

Fifteen minutes!

- Crunch time! Crunch time! - Crunch time!

Let's go! Every package on the airport truck.

Go! Crunch, crunch, crunch!

- We have a big problem. - What?

- The truck in Red Square is stuck. - What do you mean?

- It's stuck. - Stuck how? In snow? In ice?

It's stuck! The most important truck... the Kremlin truck! Many packages.

All right, all right, all right. Let's put the table right here.

We'll just do the sort.

Ah, yeah, a clamp. That would make us stuck.

Let's go. Unload... Get him out of there.

Right here. Two lines, two lines.

One to the airport truck, one to the Moscow truck.

Got it?

C.D.G., F.E., M.E, Memphis on the airport truck. Everything else right there.

Nicolai! Tick-tock, tick-tock. Four minutes.

- Hi, this is Kelly. - If you're calling for Chuck, press one.

Otherwise leave a message after the tone. Thanks.

Hello, Kelly. Are you there?

Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up. You're not there.

You're not gonna believe this. I'm doin' the sorts in the middle of Red Square...

in the shadow of Lenin's tomb.

I'm outta here in two minutes and I'm pickin' up the sweep through Paris...

so I should be back in Memphis about 18 hours or so.

That's the good news. The bad news is...

I gotta go to the dentist this week.

I got something in there that's hurtin'.

I love you and I'm gonna see you soon, and you know what that means.

Bye-bye. Nicolai! Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock!

I absolutely, positively have to get to Memphis tonight.

Can't help you. Try U.P.S.

With this extra head wind, are we gonna be able to push it and make the sort?

- We'll do our best. - "Our best," huh?

Gwen, is there something wrong with our doctors

that Jack keeps getting certified to fly?

- Aren't you concerned? - I'm terrified.

But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

That's the spirit. Relentless is our goal. Relentless!

What do you expect from the guy who stole a crippled kid's bicycle...

- when his truck broke down? - I borrowed it.

But I love that the kid's now crippled.

So you missed the last truck by two minutes?

Two minutes. Actually, it was less than that.

The plane wasn't that heavy. You could've added some fuel...

picked up the speed and made up the time.

It's about the trucks. Today's truck was two minutes late.

Tomorrow's will be four minutes late, and then six minutes and eight minutes late.

- Next thing you know, we're the U.S. Mail. - Yeah, well...

All I'm sayin' is, if you'd gotten all those trucks on the plane...

those Russkies would be walking on water right now.

Hey, don't... Don't gimme that look.

- It's just grape juice. Right, Chuck? - Yeah.

It's like a 1992 full-bodied grape juice.

I see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.

We'd offer you some but, you know, somebody's got to fly the plane.

Yeah, well, I "just say no," right?

Listen, Stan, I've been meaning to ask you.

How's Mary?

Oh. Uh, well...

- we really don't know anything yet. - Mm-hmm.

Uh, she went to the doctor yesterday, and, uh...

it hasn't meta... metastasized...

as far as they can tell right now.

It's just kind of wait and see.

I'm so sorry.

Tell her I'm gonna come by and see her on my next layover.

I want you to know, Stan, we are all thinking about her and you.

- And just blessings. - Thank you, Gwen.

Hi, this is Kelly. If you're calling for Chuck, press one.

Otherwise, leave a message after the tone. Thanks.

Stan.

Listen. Uh, I heard about this...

I heard about this doctor down in Emory, in Atlanta.

Uh, he's supposed to be the absolute best.

He worked on Frank Toretta's wife.

Frank Toretta is a systems analyst.

He played center field for us. You know him.

In the softball tournament last Labor Day.

Anyway, beside the point.

Uh, what I was thinking is, is that I could get his number...

the doctor... and, uh...

you know, put you all together and...

You know, you could get this thing fixed.

You could beat it.

Thanks, Chuck.

So, I'll get his number.

- Is Kelly Frears around? - She's copying her dissertation.

- You're home. - Home indeed.

I love that you're home.

Just days before Santa

departs on his annual gift-giving venture...

he's been declared physically fit to fly.

Santa got checked out by doctors at the V.A. Hospital in Augusta, Georgia.

After they declared the jolly old elf in tiptop shape...

Santa Claus took off into the wild blue yonder for an early start.

In Sarajevo, he spent the day with children...

handing out presents and even helping them decorate...

the special Christmas tree.

Santa and a sea of elves took over the floor...

at the Hong Kong Futures Exchange.

Market traders bought Santa hats, donating...

The turkey's a little dry, isn't it?

- No. - The turkey is perfect.

- How many did you do last night? - Last night? 2.9 million.

Now you've got to be in the market for more of these candied yams.

Here you go.

2.9 has got to be the record.

Look at those marshmallows.

When I was there, we did two million.

- We thought that was a big deal. - The glory days.

- What'd they do the first night? - The very first night?

- Twelve. - Twelve thousand?

- Hell, no. Twelve. - That's right.

And they did the sort right there on a card table.

And Fred Smith had that card table bronzed.

I've been hearing that for five years.

It's in his office today.

They go from that to the new hub up in Anchorage.

It's state of the art... a perfect marriage...

between technology and systems management.

Speaking of marriage, Chuck, when are you gonna make an honest woman out of Kelly?

- How long? - Fourteen minutes into the meal.

- You won. I owe you $5. - So I win.

- Way before the pie. - I told him on the way up.

Right about the time the pie came out, the marriage...

Kelly is still recovering from her failed relationship with that parolee.

He was a lawyer.

I knew it had something to do with raising your right hand...

and swearing to tell the truth.

Remember when he fell on the sidewalk and

broke his shoulder at the wedding reception?

He tripped on a curb holding a door open for me.

- Aunt Kelly was married before? - It's not even worth remembering.