Cliffhanger (1993)
Rescue 3. Jessie, do you see him yet?
Patience, my love, patience.
Wait a minute. I think I have him sighted.
Frank, what's the word?
The word is we got him over there.
Rescue 3, this is Rescue Center. Over.
This is 3. Go ahead.
Jessie, we're getting general clearance in the southeastern region of the park.
You will probably have sufficient cloud base to get into the tower...
but please be advised you'll still encounter strong winds and turbulence.
We would advise against a winch rescue. Over.
Wilco, Center. I'll proceed with wire cross trom opposite tower.
- Three out. - Center out.
Gabe, Hal's signaling he's okay.
Gabe?
Gabe, where are you?
I'm just hanging out, Jess.
Oh, my God.
I don't recognize the face, but the butt does look vaguely familiar.
Hey, be careful, or you'll embarrass old Frank.
It would take a heap more than that, rock-jock.
Yeah.
Gabe?
They're below the top of the tower.
They're on the ledge just above you.
You got another few feet.
- Glad you could join us. - Yeah, sure. Hi, Sarah.
Hi, Gabe.
So, how's the knee?
I think it's out. No big deal.
I remember when you twisted it getting out of that hot tub.
I thought it was an old war wound from 'Nam.
Really? Hmm.
Rescue 3.
I've located a stranded climber.
Jessie, please send down a transport line.
So, tell me, how you teeling?
Fine, considering.
What do you say we take oft...
and leave this clown behind, huh?
Don't tempt me.
Rescue 3.
Please be advised that Ranger Walker...
is making advances toward my girlfriend...
that's liable to get his ass kicked right off this mountain.
Be informed Gabe makes advances to me only...
or he'll be climbing down 4,000 teet and sleeping outside.
Baby, he lies.
- Is it really 4,000? - Yeah, just about.
Hey, remember, whatever this guy says about me, don't believe it, okay?
Thanks.
Okay. Come on over.
I know you're nervous, but we've done this a hundred times, okay?
Mm-hmm.
Excuse me, Captain Hot Tub?
Keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times.
That's great, Hal.
That really inspires contidence.
So, how did this clown talk you into climbing up to the tower?
He told me it was better than sex.
Really?
You ready for the best ride in the park?
Give me a second. I'll let you know.
You look like hell.
He made it.
Ot course he did.
Really, there's nothing to it.
Okay, I can do this.
Sure you can.
I'm sorry tor all the trouble, really.
- Oh, Sarah, don't worry about it. - Thanks.
- Did you see that? - Yeah, yeah.
- We're still on for dinner tonight? - Of course we are.
Okay.
Okay. You're ready now.
That's it.
Now, just sit right down into it.
Come on, guys. The wind's picking up.
Sarah, just keep your eyes on me.
No, don't look... Sarah.
Sarah, look at me. That's it.
- Right. - Just start to pull.
One hand after another.
You're doing great... really, great. Keep goin'.
And just keep looking at me.
That's great! You're starting to look like a pro.
Keep going.
That's it. Nice and easy.
Hey, Hal, we're gonna be out ot a job soon.
A little more, Sarah.
That's it.
One, two.
Oh, God!
Gabe! Gabe!
No!
Hold on!
- I'm going to fall! - No, you're not!
You're going to be okay!
- Can you reach the main line? - No, I can't! I'm slipping!
- Gabe, can you keep the line steady? - That clip's not gonna hold!
I can't hold on! Help me, please!
- Gabe, you have to go after her. - No!
- Gabe, no! - I'm coming out to get you!
It's not rigged for two. Keep it trom swinging. I'll send out my harness.
No time! I'm going tor her!
Gabe, shit! No!
Sarah, I'm coming tor you!
I can't hold on! I'm slipping!
Hold on just a little bit longer! I'm coming for you!
Gabe, please hurry! I can't hold on!
Don't look down. Keep looking at me.
- That's it. Hold it. - I'm trying!
It's breaking. She's losing it.
Sarah! He'll have you in a second, baby!
Come on, baby! Don't you give up!
Hurry, Gabe. You're almost there.
- Keep going. - I'm here, Sarah.
Sarah, I'm here.
I don't want to die!
Reach up and grab him! Reach up!
- Sarah, reach up! - Come on, honey!
- Use your other hand! - Reach up!
Hold on! Hold on! I got you! I got you.
I can't hold on! I'm going to die!
You're not going to die.
Don't you lose her, Gabe.
I got her. Reach up.
I'm slipping. I'm slipping!
- You can do it, Sarah. - Hold her, Gabe!
Please don't let me tall.
Please, I don't want to die.
- You're not gonna die. - I'm slipping!
Sarah, I got you! Just reach up!
I can't, Gabe!
You can do it. Please, baby, just reach up!
Hal! Hal! I'm slipping!
Gabe, man, don't you lose her!
- Don't you let her go! - Don't let me tall.
I'm slipping!
Sarah, please.
No, I'm slipping! Gabe!
Gabe, don't let me tall!
- No! - Help me! I'm talling! Gabe!
No! Sarah, no!
Jesus Christ.
Treasury Agent Mac Lamoore, please contact D. A. U.
Lock 'em up.
Travers, we'll be fueled up and ready to go in ten minutes.
Very good.
Mr. Travers.
- Hey, Rich. - Morning, Walt.
This is Agent Matheson, F. B. I.
Travers.
Matheson has been transferred from the Denver oftice to Frisco.
As a protessional courtesy I was asked if he could hitch a ride.
Got plenty ot room. Be glad to accommodate you.
- Appreciate it. - You're the boss.
Let's go. Matheson, have you been totally brieted?
- I don't know about totally. - Who the hell ever is?
It's the most protected shipment we've got and the most useless.
These bills aren't even in circulation.
$1,000 bills we're transporting are only used for international banking exchange.
You always transport through the air?
Mostly. Armored cars can be hijacked, trains derailed...
but nobody can touch us in tlight.
Haven't lost a bill in 12 years. Don't jinx me now.
Treasury agents are the most superstitious people in the government.
We should be. Everybody wants what we have.
Gabe! Hey, man, Gabe!
- It's Gabe. He's back! - I can see that.
Come on, man. Let's go!
How you doing, Gabe?
Dude, turn that down.
You guys. How you doing, Brett, Evan?
Where you been? You fall ott the planet or something?
- No, I've been working up in Denver. - Work?
Don't say that word.
I hate work, even when somebody else is doing it.
Gabe, we're tlying otf the tower today. You should come with us.
Today's going to be the day for a killer jump.
- No, thanks. Can't. - Come on, man.
Don't tell me that job in Denver made you scared ot heights?
You guys better watch out 'cause some bad weather's comin' in, okay?
We like it extreme.
Hey, man, see you later, Gabe. Good to have you back.
Yeah, good to see you. Later.
Peace.
How you doing, Jess?
Hello, Gabriel.
Got yourself a new horse?
- Where have you been? - Just working.
Atter the tuneral, I just had to leave.
Had to leave?
Believe me, a lot of us wanted to leave.
But you know what?
We stayed.
Jess...
a lot ot things fell apart on that ledge.
I know.
But I don't think you know how much.
Why can't you just believe you did everything you could?
Did I? I don't know.
Maybe I shouldn't have gone out on that line.
Maybe I panicked. I don't know.
I was there, remember?
You were the only one who didn't panic.
Why don't you do us a tavor and quit hording all the guilt?
You held on as long as you could. And what about Hal?
What was Hal doing on the tower with a girl who could barely climb?
I can't blame Hal tor anything. It was me.
All me.
Well, give it up, Gabe...
because let me tell you something... it doesn't get any better.
It doesn't get any better?
I really don't think you understand.
- What? - I don't think you understand.
I don't understand?
I think I'm the only one that understands.
Believe me, there were times when I didn't know what I wanted to do more...
hate you or love you.
But one thing I did know and I still do know...
is I understand you.
Did you come back to stay?
You didn't.
I can't.
I can't. Not here.
Jessie, I came back tor you.
And it you like, I want you to come with me.
You come back atter being gone for almost a year and expect me to leave?
This is our home.
Now it's my home.
And I can't just pick up and go for all the wrong reasons.
If you don't mind, I'd better pick up the rest of my stuft.
You know where everything is.
I'm late for work.
Hey, big boy.
Roger, Five-Lima, scattered, broken clouds...
20,000 feet with a severe storm advisory.
Check the storm scope.
Travers says you're being transterred.
Oh, yeah. Moving up in the world.
The forecast... cloudy skies with flurries today.
We can expect an inch of snow and a high in the low 30s.
Overnight flurries will increase with a total accumulation of three inches.
Tonight's low near 15.
Hey, Jessie, you're just in time tor another masterpiece.
Hiya, Jess.
Oh, I think old Frank nailed it with that stroke.
What do you think?
I don't know.
What do you see?
Surprise me.
What usually eats a banana?
A monkey.
This is a picture ot a banana eating a monkey.
- Nature in reverse. - Where?
Right here.
Frank, you look like a normal guy, but he's not...
are you, Frankie?
Hey, I'm an artist.
We're being tracked.
- Jetstar, three o'clock. - Travers!
Stay put. Don't anyone jump to conclusions.
- He's coming in too slow. - No, we're going too tast.
We're too high. Give me 180 knots, drop to 15,000 feet.
You got it.
Christ. We're losing altitude and slowing down. Get your weapons.
What the hell are you doing? I have jurisdiction on this jet.
Now I have jurisdiction. I said get your weapons!
These are highly trained agents, Mr. Matheson.
I think you're overreacting. Just calm down and give me the gun.
- You're out ot control. - What the hell are you waiting for?
He's hijacking the shipment.
What the tuck was that?
- Move into position. - Look alive, Kristel.
Crossover transfer, ten seconds and counting.
November 1-2-niner-five Lima...
this is Jetstar 6-8-0 Tango-Tango.
Is frequency secure? Over.
Roger, Tango-Tango. This is Five-Lima. Go ahead.
We have visual contact. What is your heading, speed and level? Over.
We're heading 0-8-0 and doing 2-5-0 knots level...
at flight level 2-1-0-niner.
Five-Lima, we're opening up.
Rise and shine, gentlemen. Let's make history.
Roger, Five-Lima. We'll begin closing.
Bring your speed back to 1-5-0.
Commence descent to flight level 1-4-0 and turn right onto 2-6-0. Over.
We're level. Flight level 1-4-0 and steady, 2-6-0 degrees.
The weather ahead looks a bit threatening.
Roger.
- Travers, report your position. - Ready to disengage tail cone.
Stand by.
- Tail cone's clear. - Roger.
Phase one complete.
Tango-Tango, prepare to receive cable.
Tango-Tango standing by.
Tango-Tango, what's the turbulence back there?
She's all over the place. This thing's got the response of a 747 at this speed.
Sounds like fun. We're streaming the drogue down. We'll see you in a minute.
Welcoming party's ready. Good luck.
We're moving in to pick up the drogue now. Tango-Tango out.
I've got it. Stand by, Kristel.
Standing by.
We're locked on.
Into the transfer position.
Check.
Moving into transfer position.
We're closing to 1-4-0 feet.
We're closing. We'll report when in position.
- We're too close to the storm. - Don't lose your nerve.
All they'll tind is a plane that went down in the storm.
- Hurry up, Travers. - On my way.
The cases are hooked up and ready.
Charge goes off in tive minutes. Stick to the plan and you're rich.
Got it.
Tango-Tango in position.
- What's taking so long? - Patience.
Tango-Tango, dip the plane. I'm coming over.
Wilco, Five-Lima. Tango-Tango standing by...
at flight level 1-4-0 and steady 2-6-0 degrees.
Five-Lima, I'm out ot here.
Roger.
What the hell is he doing?
Five-Lima, where are the cases?
- Kristel, we've got him. - Roger.
Why didn't you send the money first?
Somehow, I didn't think you'd wait tor me if I sent it first.
We're approaching the storm tast. I can't hold this course much longer.
- 9-0 seconds. - What's keeping him?
Let's move your ass up there.
I'm at the cases. Stand by.
Tango-Tango standing by.
You tuck.
We've lost the pilot.
- Who did you leave up there? - No one.
Get underneath the jet. The cases will slide over.
Who the fuck is our guest?
Just get those cases.
He's hurt bad. What should we do with him?
Get him to a hospital, tast.
- We're not leveling out. - 1-0 seconds.
I've lost hydraulics!
The cable's blown tree.
Don't unhook it. The cases are still there.
- Don't lose the money, goddamn it! - Hold it.
- Pull the cable! - We gotta pull!
- Bypass switch one. - Check.
- Bypass switch two. - Keep pulling.
- Nothing. - Switch to manual.
Hold the fuckin ' plane steady!
- Pull! Come on! - Travers, don't fuck it up!
- How's number one engine? - Oil pressure falling.
- Come on. Don't lose the money. - They're coming.
Goddamn it! Shit!
- We've lost it. - Oh, fuck!
Release the cable.
Close it up.
So this is your idea of a foolproot plan?
You stupid bastard. Kristel, what's the report?
The hydraulics aren't functioning. He shot them out.
Fire warning, line tour.
I'm losing altitude. We're gonna go down!
Dump the tuel. You'll have to pick your way through the peaks.
Close the tuel valve and pumps!
Don't bother to buckle up. You may not want to survive this.
Flaps to 25 degrees betore we lose all power.
Flaps, 25 degrees.
Reduce power 60%. Shut down all generators.
Lower tlaps. You may have to hand-crank them down.
-You want the gear down? -Leave the gear up. Shut down all power.
Give me a hand with the controls.
Wow! Did you catch that thunder?
That was too loud tor thunder. Let's rock and roll.
One, two, three!
- I'm free! - Radical, man.
Man, look at me. Watch this.
Mike?
Shit.
You thought ot everything, didn't you?
Everything except what's happening now.
Kill the pig! Your tucking plan almost killed us!
Kill the pig, my ass. We're partners in this.
Were.
Give me the tracking monitor.
What the hell are you gonna do with it?
Don't make him ask twice.
Give it to him.
You want it? Take it.
It's only got 50,000 code variations.
I'll break your tucking neck in a minute!
- Go ahead. Break my tucking neck! - Sit down.
In case you slept through the landing...
you'll need all the money you can find to buy your way out of this country.
You know it, and I know it.
How do we get oft the mountain, even if we tind it?
Kristel.
I think we found a trequency.
Somebody help, please.
Is there somebody there? Somebody please help.
Rocky Mountain Rescue. Come in.
Oh, thank God!
Ah, we're stranded. We were hiking and lost our bearings.
We didn't expect the weather to come in this fast.
Just take it easy. How many people in your party? Over.
Five people. I don't know where we are.
I... I see only a cylinder-type rock formation. Over.
It's got to be Comb Bluft.
Winds are too strong to get a chopper up there. Try to stay calm.
We're on our way. You're gonna be all right.
Please hurry. Billy's going into shock.
Please, we need insulin.
Please, hurry.
"We need insulin."
Would you have thought ot that?
- Thank God you didn't leave. - Why?
Emergency call. Five climbers are stranded ott Comb Blutf.
The weather's pouring in, and Hal's gone up alone.
- Hal's a good climber. - What?
What's that supposed to mean?
It means he can handle it himselt.
It he gets socked in by the weather, they'll never make it down.
Gabe, he needs someone who has emergency medical training...
and knows every handle to those peaks.
I'm the last one he wants help from, and that's not what I came back here for.
Our problems are not the issue right now. Those people are.
What it he can't do it alone?
Look, Jessie, I haven't climbed in months.
You just lose the teel.
Maybe you mean the nerve.
I didn't mean that.
It's okay.
I know you don't want to be responsible for anybody's lite anymore...
but I'm talking about somebody that was your best triend.
Please, Gabe, he took the west ridge.
It you take the north tace, you can beat him.
What has happened to you? Don't you feel anything anymore?
Feel anything? Jessie, I came back for you.
I'm not talking about me.
I'm talking about you.
Go ahead... leave.
But if you don't do it, you'll be stuck on that ledge tor the rest of your life.
Where the hell is that goddamn plane?
Looks like she went down in the storm.
That storm tront is still building, so even it we could send a search plane...
it would be impossible to see anything on the ground.
- What about roads? - There aren't any roads up there.
Mr. Wright.
These two F. B. I. agents insist on seeing you.
I'm Agent Hayes. This is Agent Michaels.
It you're concerned about your agent who got a ride, I've nothing to tell you.
Matheson wasn't along tor the ride. He was working surveillance.
Surveillance? Ot what?
The Bureau have been getting reports Treasury jets were being monitored...
between Denver and San Francisco.
We didn't tell you because we thought it might be an inside job.
That's impossible. You're suggesting a hijacking?
No. Not only did I have my best men on that tlight...
but each one of those cases were monitored.
And the money is in unexchangeable denominations.
It would be useless tor anybody to try to steal it.
Except for this man.
- Who the hell is this? - Name is Eric Qualen.
We've been tracking him without much success.
He's a former member ot military intelligence...
who found it more protitable going to the other side.
Industrial espionage. Hijacking diamonds trom South Africa.
Thett and disposal ot millions in negotiable bearer bonds.
You name it. He has the international connections to move this currency...
and $100 million otfers one hell ot a temptation to this psychotic.
Jesus Christ.
What the hell are you doing up here, man?
I was talking to Jessie. She filled me in.
Did she?
Well, now let me till you in.
You can take your ass down and go back to that hole you've been hiding in.
Once we get these people down, I'm gone, Hal.
No. You're out ot here now.
Why the hell did you come up here? To prove something?
Look, I know how you teel about me, all right.
You don't know anything!
You did it your way and she died.
- I did what I thought was right. - Well, you were wrong.
It was your weight on the line that did it.
There wasn't time tor anything else.
Well, I guess we'll never know.
It was a bad time tor everybody.
What the hell do you know about bad times, man?
You didn't love her, and you didn't have to explain to her tamily.
And you didn't have to look into her eyes when she was falling!
- Now drop it! - No, buddy!
It was you who dropped it.
You want to do it?
Do it.
You live with it.
They're here.
Right on time.
How many of them are there?
We got two heroes. We'll greet 'em at the top.
- Where's the helicopter? - What the hell's going on?
- Where's the helicopter? - It can't tly in this weather.
- Is either of you a chopper pilot? - No.
What are your names?
Tucker and Walker.
We're missing three bags.
What's in them?
None ot your tucking business!
Suits, socks, $100 million, the usual stutf.
Travers here was smart enough to bring along a tracking device.
Don't use my name, goddamn it.
Key it.
Look at the map. This is where we've lost our belongings.
The red dots on the monitor are the three cases.
You recognize these locations?
Let me jar your memory.
It you don't recognize them, you're useless.
Useless items are usually discarded.
- Right, Travers? - Get oft my back, Qualen.
Oft?
I haven't even got on it yet.
Once again, do you recognize these locations?
Ryan.
Yeah. We do.
Then let's go.
Wait a minute, asshole!
Where is it?
Up there.
Rescue 1, this is Rescue Center. Hal? Come in, Hal.
Nice. You're Hal?
You, stay. You!
Fetch.
Fetch!
Do it.
Rescue 1, this is Rescue Center.
Do you copy?
Hal, come in. Hal, come in. Over.
Watch yourself under the overhang. It could deliver anytime.
Anytime you teel like saying something, don't.
We're waiting, gentlemen.
- I need my bolt gun and ice ax. - No.
- Don't give him anything. - Take his coat tor insurance.
He could treeze to death!
You've got your own problems, Hal.
Ryan, get a rope. I want this dog on a leash too.
Tie it. It better hold.
Forget me. It you can, get away.
Would you?
Go tetch, wonder dog.
Move it, Walker.
Keep it taut. Ryan, keep it taut!
Hal, come in please. Hal, come in please. Over.
I don't trust him.
Damn.
I don't think we need two guides.
Retire him when he comes down.
They're going to kill you! Don't come down!
Pull the rope. Pull the rope!
Pull, goddamn it! Pull!
- Come on! Pull! - Pull it!
Pull, goddamn it!
Ow!
Watch it!
- Get him! - No!
Do it.
Your triend just had the most expensive tuneral in history.
Now it's only you.
Come in, Rescue Unit. Come in.
Hal, what's going on? Hal?
Talk.
No messages, no codes, no tricks.
You haven't tound us. It was a take call.
Jessie, I've just reached the top ot the tower.
So far, there's no sign of anyone.
Looks like a phony call. Over.
You've got to be kidding me. Do you want me to fly up atter you? Over.
No. Negative. The winds are still too high.
I'm going to ride out the storm up here.
We'll take shelter at the old Doug...
Hal, I'm losing you. Come in.
Come in, Hal. Over.
Go on to the next case.
He said the tower, but he's on Comb Blutf.
Frank, tly me to the west valley. The winds are never too strong there.
It's only a half-hour climb to the Douglas Shaft.
It's the only shelter around. Hal would have to go there.
- Jessie, that is a bad idea. - Please, Frank.
If I don't tind him, you can come pick me up by nightfall.
Hal would have my head.
And it's such a handsome head.
Please, Frank.
I'll buy one ot your paintings.
Hold up!
Where is it?
There. On top ot the peak.
- Come on. - Hold it.
Looks like a winding route to me.
The tastest way is straight up the east tace.
Ot course, there are only 12 guys in the world who could do it.
You want to try it?
Gabe. What's happened?
Oh, my God. You're trozen. Come sit down.
Gabe, where's your pack, your sweater? Talk to me. What happened?
They got Hal.
The distress call was a fake.
Fake? What do you mean it was fake?
Betore they crashed, they dumped cases of money.
- Who's they? - I don't know.
They're using Hal to tind it. When they do, he's dead.
You gotta get on the radio and call Frank...
and tell him to call the state police.
The cold killed my radio, but Frank's gonna be looking tor me.
- We'll contact them from the chopper. - The sun goes down in an hour.
What do you want me to do?
Let's take everything we need. Let's move.
We got to get to that next case before they do.
We're close!
- It's just up there! - It better be.
You know something? I'm getting real tucking tired of your threats.
Are you?
It's there.
Oh, my God. What do we do now?
You got a pencil?
Over here.
Goddamn.
The son of a bitch is still alive!
I'm beginning to dislike this Mr. Walker.
He can't be tar. Find him. Go.
Go.
Come on.
Give me a flare.
- Meet me at Eagle's Cape. - I'm not leaving.
Don't worry about me!
Gravity's a bitch, isn't it?
Fuck the money, and fuck you!
I wasn't born to die on a mountain.
Where were you born to die? Got a place picked out?
I don't need to hear that shit trom you, boy.
Maybe this boy should make this big mouth bigger.
Stop this!
The tight's not here. It's out there.
Find us some shelter.
Next time you're, like, watching MTV, you know...
take a split second and flip it to the Weather Channel.
I mean, hey, where would you rather be right now?
Here in tent city, or at home playing some righteous air hockey?
Air hockey's definitely got my vote.
Exactly, cheesehead, exactly.
- Cheesehead? - Cheesehead.
- He was here. - What was in there?
Answer the man.
- Nothing. Just tourist souvenirs. - Or equipment.
Maybe Walker plans to look atter his friend here.
He's not my triend...
and I don't like him any more than I do you.
Nice try.
But I never underestimate the power ot loyalty when it comes naturally.
Not like the kind that has to be paid tor.
Make a tire.
It costs a fortune to heat this place.
That's bad humor, I know.
We better get some sleep. We're gonna need it.
Rescue units, come in.
Again, do you read? Come in.
What the hell is going on up there?
Hal.
Jessie, do you read?
Jessie. It looks as if we're drawing a crowd.
We're down to a tew hours before the whole tucking world shows up.
- Where's the next one? - On the tower.
How far?
He asked how far, goddamn it!
You know what I think? I think you've been taking the scenic route.
How far is it?
Halt a day.
- It's half a day. - Hey, Hal!
Check it out, man. It's Hal. Hey, man, you stuck up here too?
- You missed a great jump yesterday. - Walk over.
For Christ's sakes, man, they're just kids.
- Why don't you let them go? - We're not animals.
Don't torce us to be. Walk over.
Hey, man, was that storm a real bummer or what?
Me and him were in tent city last night.
- Yeah. - Hey, Hal.
We're gonna take one last jump and split.
You baby-sitting hikers?
- Run, man, run! - What?
Get the hell out...
Son of a bitch. You didn't have to kill him!
Shut up!
Sue me.
Fuck.
Shoot him!
You're letting him get away! Shoot him!
Shit. Ow!
You murdering motherfuck.
Kill a tew people, they call you a murderer.
Kill a million, and you're a conqueror.
Go tigure.
Move on, Tucker. Time is short.
Okay. Just like you said.
He's taking them the long way around.
To stay ahead ot them, we're gonna have to go through that crack.
You said there was a way across.
There is.
- Where the tuck is it? - There.
You blind?
Hell with the money. Radio the chopper.
You just don't get it, do you?
We're in bed now, joined at the hip, partners in crime.
You've crossed over, Travers, and there's no crossing back.
All right, that'll keep it dry.
Okay, let's do it.
Get a good tooting.
Okay.
It's slick, Jess.
Good foothold.
Jessie, don't move.
Oh, my God.
- Let's get out of here. - No!
Jessie, you gotta get down!
Come on!
Get down!
Stay close to me.
All right, get down.
Hold on to me.
It's on my back!
Let's get out!
It's otf your back. There's nothing on your back.
It's okay.
Rocky Mountain Rescue Center, this is Rescue 3. Over.
Rescue 3, this is Rescue Center. Go ahead.
The vis is good. I've got at least 20 miles in all directions.
If anyone's out here, I'll find them. Over.
Roger, 3. Center out.
Center, this is 3.
I've picked up a signal on the thermal imager just north of Comb Bluff.
Landing to investigate.
Get out! Get out ot here!
Get the hell out!
Jesus Christ.
Here, I got you. I got you.
I got you, son. I got you.
There's the opening.
When I get up there, I'll hook up the line...
and you tollow me up.
- Okay? - All right.
- The other one is tollowing. - I'll move to a high point, tlank him.
Don't kill him until you get the money.
Sure.
Mr. Wright, we found the I. D. on the dead pilot.
He was known to fly for Qualen. Over.
What about the Treasury jet? Over.
Its wreckage is scattered over a two-mile area.
No bodies have been found. Over.
Finally. An F. A. A. satellite has located a downed aircraft.
Head 110 miles south-southwest ot the park entrance.
Treasury Control, get the rescue people on their way.
We're headed straight there. One out.
Center out.
I got it, Jess.
We're almost out. I can chop through.
Jessie, come on up!
Okay!
Walker.
Small world, ain't it?
Don't even think about it.
Your lite's on sale, Walker.
The price is 30 million.
- Where is it? - It's gone.
What the tuck are you talking about? Where's the money?
I burned it. Never could save anything.
Not even a dumb mountain boy like you would burn $30 million.
I don't make deals, Walker, but I'll make one with you.
Hand over the money, and I'll just kill you and not the girl.
Give me the money!
Gabe?
All right.
Come on. Come on!
- Can you walk? - Yeah.
Kynette, what's going on? Where's the money?
- He said he torched it. - Where is he now?
He dropped down into some cave.
You've had your chance. Move it out now.
- Kristel, get the C-4. - Roger.
Just give me five minutes.
I said get the fuck out of there.
Good. And blow up that black bastard while you're at it.
Save me the time ot doing it meselt.
It you want me, I'll be here!
I'm in here!
I'm in here.
You're making it too easy tor me.
No bullets, bitch!
Now, I'm gonna ask you just three times: where's the money?
Sissy.
You hit like a sissy.
Wrong answer, motherfucker!
Get up!
Now, I'm gonna ask you tor a second time.
Where is the money?
Burned it.
Wrong answer!
Time to kill a mountain man.
It amazes me, in this day and age, when a man...
will put money...
before the personal safety...
ot himselt and his bitch.
At least you can go to your grave knowing...
that I'm gonna treat the bitch...
right!
Are you okay? Oh, God! I thought he killed you!
- Are you okay? - Yeah. I'm all right.
Hal, Jessie, do you read?
Again, do you read? Come in.
Hal, Jessie, what the hell's goin' on up there?
Jessie, find it.
It's ready.
Rescue 1, Rescue 2.
- Do you copy? Over. - Here it is!
I found Evan in the east valley.
He's got a gunshot wound in the back.
He's en route to the medical center in Granby in critical condition.
In case you can hear this, I'm resuming my search.
Come on!
You'll make somebody a tine wite someday.
You should see me bake a cake.
He's still alive, tor another four minutes.
- Where's it set? - Primed to go oft right over his head.
Fuck!
Gabe, three minutes! There's a bomb!
Get the hell out of there! There's a bomb over your head!
Jessie, get the gear!
Come on, Jessie. This way.
That charge is gonna cause a landslide. We gotta get to the west tace.
Why the hell are we wasting time?
Making sure he's not going to tind that last case.
You want to kill me, don't you, Tucker?
Well, take a number and get in line.
The ledge is too far. Take this rope and pull it apart and tie it together.
- We're gonna rappel down. - This rope is 60 years old.
- Will it hold? - Don't think so.
Bad answer.
Frank! Frank!
- No, Frank! - He can't see you.
Go!
Here comes our ride. Move.
Okay, now, swing as hard as you can. Push!
Jump.
Frank! Frank! Frank!
What's happening here? Where's the rest of the group?
Welcome.
What are you doing?
Now, back oft!
I came here to help you.
You did.
Don't move.
- Frank! Frank! - Better hurry, Tucker.
Get out ot here!
You stupid maniac!
- No one told you to shoot. - We've wasted enough time.
Frank?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
This man never hurt anybody!
Touching.
Kristel, check the chopper. Let's go.
Get back! Get back!
Go! Jessie, run!
That son ot a bitch.
All right. We use a chopper to locate the third case.
- Then we get the hell out of here. - No.
There's not enough fuel to search around.
Just enough to get us down.
You're not running things, Travers.
As soon as he tinds the money, you're as dead as me.
Give me the monitor.
Now.
- What's the code, Travers? - I told you, Qualen.
Fitty thousand possible key code combinations...
in 15-second intervals.
So, what's the fucking code?
Well, look what Agent Travers tound.
I guess he is running things atter all.
Isn't he?
So what's the plan, Travers? We use the chopper to find the money.
Right?
What a good idea.
But then again...
without a pilot...
nobody even gets otf this mountain.
What are you doing, Eric?
Do you know what real love is, Kristel?
Sacritice.
Now I'm the only one who can tly us out of here.
We're partners again.
Now, take your toy...
and tind our money.
Radio when you tind it.
I'm waiting here.
All right, the last of the money's at Crockett River.
If we take the northern ridge, we can get there tirst.
There is no "we." I'm gonna go along the north trail to Bitker Ladder.
You go on to the station tor help.
- Are you crazy? - It they tind the money, Hal's dead.
- Just get back there tast. - All right.
Roger, Control. But where the hell are those National Guard choppers?
They had a mechanical, sir. It's being worked on now.
- Their E. T. A. is one hour. - An hour?
You got to do better than that. Now, get a move on. Out.
Stop there.
We're close.
I got it locked in.
So we're finished with him, yeah?
Yeah. Do it quietly.
Your insane boss just made enough noise...
tor anyone within ten miles to hear us.
It's been fun.
Hey, Delmar.
From me to you...
you're an asshole.
Yeah?
And you're a loudmouth, punk slag...
who's about to die.
Maybe.
But in a minute I'll be dead.
You...
will always be an asshole.
So go ahead and shoot.
I'm getting cold.
Shoot!
Who's shooting?
Tell me...
do you like soccer?
It's a great sport.
I was a tucking good striker. Isn't that something?
Oh, God!
Fuck you!
Ah, you're swearing now.
That's a penalty kick tor unsportsmanlike.
A lovely little chip shot.
He dribbles past one detender...
two detenders...
three detenders.
Striker lines up at the penalty spot.
He focuses on the ball.
The crowd is on its teet.
Striker moves to his lett.
He draws back his foot.
He comes in.
Season's over, asshole!
I said quietly.
What the fuck is going on?
This is not right.
Fuck!
Goddamn.
Fuck you, Walker!
Fucker!
Goddamn it!
Come in, goddamn it.
Have you got what we need?
It's Walker. The son of a bitch is still alive, Qualen.
No names. This is an open line.
I don't give a shit, Eric Qualen!
Had to be insane to tie up...
with a lowlife piece of shit like you anyway.
They beat us.
A couple of fucking mountain rangers beat us.
Jesus Christ, that's Travers. Get a bead on that trequency.
They beat the man no law agency ever could.
Get ott the radio.
And I'm finding that pretty tuckin' hilarious, Qualen.
Stop transmitting, you stupid bastard!
It's hard to believe I sold out atter 20 years...
and this is my payback?
To run on a mountain with a tuckin' dirtbag like you!
Travers, you've lost your mind.
Lost it. Have I lost it?
Fuckin' A, I've lost it, Qualen! Pure, fuckin' section eight!
I gotta go.
I'm on my last otticial manhunt.
Adios, mothertucker!
You got a bearing on that trequency yet?
Yes. Eight minutes away.
You're dead, Walker!
Frank!
I won, Walker!
Gabe!
Travers, come in.
Compliments of Delmar. Too late. You missed him.
He decided to take a swim to Arizona.
- Tucker. - That's right.
Congratulations.
Qualen?
It's all over.
Walker. You resilient bastard.
So you're still alive.
I want that money, and I want it now.
Qualen, the game's over.
You lost.
Oh, no. The game's just getting interesting.
I'm airborne now, you see.
As a matter of tact, I've picked up a passenger...
you might be interested in.
Go on, talk.
I said talk, goddamn it!
Hal, he's got me. I'm sorry. I thought he was Frank.
You get the picture, Walker?
Now, I want that money.
Meet me at the highest point trom where you are.
It you don't, we're going to find out...
it this little angel of yours can fly.
Jessie, take him to the highest point near Bitker Ladder.
I'll meet you there. Don't worry.
Love's a killer, isn't it?
- Where are you, Walker? - You're getting warmer. Keep climbing.
You're getting closer.
Look out.
I must admit, you're a real piece of work.
Yeah, and I must admit, you're a real piece of shit.
Throw it up, or I'll kill her.
You do, and the cash is gone.
- The money. - I want you to put her down.
Over there!
Jessie, run!
- What about you? - Run!
Run!
Come on, Qualen.
I got what you want. Come on.
Come on. Come and get it.
Come on. Closer.
Come on, closer.
- A little closer, Qualen. - Throw it in.
Bring it closer.
Oh, my God.
Throw it in.
Damn you, Walker!
Run!
Jessie, move!
Come on.
It's just us now, you piece of shit.
Watch out!
Get out of there, man!
Stick around.
We had a deal...
and now we've just got each other.
You're not atraid to die.
Come on, get him!
Get out ot there!
Remember, shithead.
Keep your arms and legs in the vehicle...
at all times!
Give me the rope!
Okay.
I'm out ot here.
Gabe, buddy, you think you could have put a little less eftort in that climb?
I mean, I thought you were in shape.
- I guess I'm just talling apart. - Yeah.
This is Agent Wright. Copy?
- Yeah, copy. - Please identify yourselves. Over.
Yeah, this is Hal Tucker, Rocky Mountain Rescue.
Hey, we're glad to see you guys.
If you're looking for Mr. Qualen...
try about 4,000 feet south of here.
He'll be the one wearing a helicopter. Over.
Good.
I'll arrange transportation for the three of you. Sit tight for a while.