Drop Zone Page #5

You can tell me. See? He has a scar.

- Is this the man?

- All right. OK. That's enough.

- Was this the man you saw?

- That's it. Detective Wallace!

That's all right.

Thank you, Lena. I'm sorry.

ON PHONE:
Detective Fox. That plane

accident you're investigating.

The other marshal

has acquired some information.

- The other marshal?

- Correct.

The young lady on the plane

gave a partial ID of a hijacker.

A scar under his right eye.

- I'm impressed.

- Thank you.

Not with you,

with the other marshal.

Hang on. I wanna come with you.

JAGGER:
You're mine now.

Where I go, you go.

KARA:
Let me go,

or lose me forever. I'm serious.

JAGGER:
Hey, what are you doing?

Hey, Ty, what are you doing?

Hey! Hey! Let me go!

Let me go! Let me go!

- You sonofabitch!

- It's all over! Bye, bye!

- Cool move.

- 911 won't work for him.

That could be any of you.

Out team is now four strong.

BAND PLAYS SALSA MUSIC

MAN:
Did you everjump

those parachutes?

You never know where

they're gonna come down.

I got enough branches up my ass

to start a wood mill.

Hi, I'd like, er... maybe a...

I'll wait for you to come back.

Look at this guy. He's at our table?

I don't think he gets it.

Let's explain it.

This is gonna get messy.

Hey, guys. Oh, I'm sitting in your

seats? Sorry. Can I get you a beer?

BOTH:
Sure.

Come on.

You want me to move, just ask.

Get these guys a beer.

Get him a pillow.

- I'm Pete Nessip.

- Bob.

Nice to meet you, Bob.

See you up there.

Well, I see

you've met some skydivers.

You sure do make friends easy.

You blow my cover,

I'll bust your ass.

Looks like you're blowing

your own cover.

- Have a seat.

- I get into fights.

Look, buddy, at the moment, we're

the only cover you got. Have a seat.

All I want to do

is talk to your friend Jagger.

OK, here's what I want. There's a

exhibition jump in DC next weekend.

My parole officer won't let me go.

- Keep talking.

- You got a problem here.

The only way to learn

is to fly with the best.

You stick out like a cub scout

in a whorehouse.

Bad news.

I grease your parole officer,

you work me in, right?

And another thing...

BELL RINGS:

Burn in! Drinks up. Blue skies!

ALL SHOUT:
Black death!

- What the hell is that?

- Some skydiver burned in today.

- What does that mean?

- As in crash-landed. Dead.

They're gonna raise a toast

every hour till midnight.

- A great tradition (!)

- Who hammered in?

Jagger.

- Damn.

- Cops found cocaine on him.

He was stuck up

on some power lines.

Power lines?! He just floated

into the power lines?

Just what I heard. Sorry, Jessie.

- No, that's not possible.

- Jessie, where you going?

If you want my help,

pay for me and the airplane.

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