Terminal Invasion

DOC 3123, come back.

This is DOC 3123. We have your weather update.

Chance of flurries at higher elevations. Supposed to clear by midnight. Over.

We're in some weather here near Bellevue Pass. We'll be running late. Over.

DlSPATCHER: Affirmative, 3123. Will advise.

Why didn't we stay at Mt. Butte instead of trying to drive through this?

-Chance of flurries, my ass. -It's not like we planned it this way.

Besides, we got orders. Orders is orders.

Trouble is, I think this mess is turning into a blizzard.

-Yeah, meets all the criteria. -Criteria?

Yeah. To be a blizzard, certain very specific criteria have to be met.

-Like what, lots of snow? -Yeah.

Plus you got to have winds of over 45 miles per hour...

temperature below 10 degrees, and visibility has to be below 500 feet.

-How do you know this? -Weather Channel.

I still don't see why getting some dirt bag to Death Row Randolph's so important.

It's not important. It's only orders.

You want some? No, thank you, sir.

Told you before to call me Red.

You know, maybe I will take a cup.

Pal! Look out!

-You okay? -Yeah.

-Sorry, I think I hit-- -As long as no one's hurt.

You okay back there? Yeah, just great.

Attention, State Police, this is State Vehicle 3123...

Department of Corrections. Come in. Over.

This is State Vehicle 3123. Come in. Over.

Attention, State Police. Do you read me? Over.

Come on, come on.

I repeat, do you read me? Over.

Nothing.

-It's weird. -So what're we going to do?

We can't stay here, not in this weather.

All right, convict, we're going on a little nature hike.

I get any funny business, I'm going to put one through your skull.

Tommy, please.

Things are hard enough, don't you think?

Got you. Did not.

Did not. Did not. Did, too. Did, too.

GLORlA: Hey, Garrett.

GLORlA: Busy night. Where'd they all come from?

GLORlA: Got me.

Hey, Garrett. Coffee? Please.

-Del, did you plough the strip? -Twice.

Once this morning and again at around 4:00.

I even put salt down the second time.

It's still looking pretty crazy out there. It's really coming down.

Will you be able to take off in this weather?

-Excuse me. You the pilot? -I am. What can I do for you?

Get us out of here. We're booked on the 10:15 out of O'Hare...

but my wife decided to slip in a few extra runs, we missed the bus.

It's always my fault.

I'm not assigning blame.

And it had nothing to do with you drinking all afternoon with that woman.

I told you that she was a rep from Midwestern and nothing was going on.

Nothing like last time?

Sir, ma'am, excuse me.

We've filed a flight plan. Scheduled departure is still set for 45 minutes.

But whether we take off or not depends on the storm.

So we might be grounded? We might not leave at all?

Yes, sir, there is a chance.

That's unacceptable. I have a business meeting in Seattle tomorrow.

Excuse me. Do you know who I am? I'm David Higgins, in the Fortune 500.

It's really not up to me, sir.

It's not up to you? You're the pilot, right?

-Yes, but the FAA-- -Then you make the final decision. Tell her.

I'm trying to tell her. If it's a question of money--

The FAA has strict guidelines...

designed to protect the health and safety of all passengers and crew.

They decide when we are able to take off and when we can't.

Kids.

-Got you. -Did not.

-Did, too. -Did not, did not.

Kids!

Can't you see we're trying to have an adult conversation here?

Andrew.

We're on an indefinite hold because of the weather.

We don't know when we'll be able to take off. Is that clear?

Ma'am? GLORlA: Yes?

If you'd point me in the direction of the men's room I'd be obliged.

It's through those doors. Bless you.

Will you take a look at this?

Sorry to bother you, ladies, but we have a situation.

We were in the process of transporting this prisoner up north...

when our vehicle was disabled down the road.

We're going to need a place to hole up until our relief unit arrives.

GLORlA: Here? Him? Afraid so.

I'm not sure we have any facility to handle prisoners, Officer.

What exactly did he do? He's a murderer, ma'am.

I'm not sure we should have a murderer here with the passengers.

We can handle him, ma'am. It's what we do.

I'm afraid we have no choice in the matter. If I could just make a call?

GLORlA: The phone lines have been down for an hour now.

-Do you have a CB, or a backup radio? -Nothing's working.

This is ridiculous.

Just point us at a back room, we'll get out of your hair, and you get back to work.

-Del. -Yeah, I can show them something.

I got to take a leak.

-Much obliged. -Yeah, we're right back here, gentlemen.

Try something, you won't have to wait for the chair.

I'll fry your ass right here.

You going to watch or hold?

Check it out.

Hello, Padre.

It's Reverend, Officer. I'm a simple preacher.

I didn't know who that was back there.

The men's room is very much like a house of God in that, in its confines...

all men are welcome.

That's a good one, Reverend.

And who is this? Prisoner.

In the process of transfer, we hit some ice, skidded off the road.

-A felon? -He don't play well with others, sir.

I will say a prayer for his soul.

Show some respect.

All can be forgiven, if one acknowledges his wicked deeds.

Afraid my list of wicked deeds is too long.

-Shall I hear your confession? -Say what?

That won't be necessary, Reverend.

Saving souls is always necessary.

Would you like to confess, my son?

-You're not a priest. -No, sir. I'm a humble preacher.

Only priests hear confession. Who are you?

Now, son.

Perhaps you should show us some lD, Reverend.

Certainly, Officer.

My mistake.

Where I come from, convict, hitting a holy man is a grave offence.

Yeah? Where is that?

Some place far, far away.

-What the hell are you doing here? -Taking over.

-Why? -Because we don't like you.

-Were those gunshots? -Of course they were. What do you think?

You, what're you waiting for? Get in there!

Do something. That crazy-ass con gets out here, he's going to smoke us all.

Drop it! I said, drop it!

Don't.

No! Please, don't hurt him. He's just doing his job.

-Are we done? -Yeah.

-Hey! -Don't shoot me!

I'm not a hero. I'm not a hero.

Get back down there. Everybody else, back to the seats.

You, too.

-Can we talk? -No.

You cheated! No, you got in front of me.

No! You got a head start.

Hey!

You, get those kids.

We were just playing.

It's okay, honey, I think he's just tired or something.

-Tell me something. -What?

What's your name?

-Darian. -Darian.

-What kind of name is that? -It's my name.

-What, you don't like my name, now? -Tell me something, Darian...

who got off the call to the cops?

-Nobody. -Who called them?

-I ain't seen nobody call nobody, man. -Are you lying to me?

I'm lying, I'm dying. I know the drill, dog.

We tried. The landlines are out. Try yourself.

Yeah, listen to the lady, man. Go on, try them.

Cell phones don't work here, either.

You killed those men, didn't you?

You don't have to worry about who I killed last, only who I'll kill next.

Give me your cell phone.

SGT. GRlFFlN: The bathroom, sir. What's that?

If those men are still alive, it'll go a long way in your favour if we tried to help them.

Nobody who walked in there is ever coming out.

ANGlE: Son of a bitch.

You animal.

You.

DAVlD: Me? Yeah.

What size shoes you wear?

DAVlD: Eleven. Take them off.

Pardon?

-Sir, where's your luggage? -It's right there.

There.

You want clothes? There, you got clothes.

You a fancy boy? Lots of pretty clothes.

I like to look nice. Is there a crime against that?

Not in this state.

-What's he doing? -He's just changing his clothes, okay?

"Let's take a charter service. What could go wrong?"

The rules don't apply to you.

-Do you really think that this is the time? -It's never the time with you.

Whenever I want to talk, something is in the way.

"I have to work. I'm busy. " You know what? I have a life, too.

You through?

Listen, I don't know why we can't just all get along here.

You don't have to kill people and rape us, man.

Shut up. Nothing is happening to you.

-What is it you want from us, sir? -What I want, General...

is to get out of here and head to Canada. To do that I need a pilot.

Who knows how to fly?

You're it, little darling.

Nobody here is going to hurt you.

-Just take what you want and leave. -That's what I'm going to do.

You'll never get away with it. They'll hunt you down like a dog.

Oh, yeah? I got news for you, pal.

Once they see what's in there, I'll be the least of their worries.

Somebody shut her up. She's hyperventilating.