Flight of Black Angel Page #5

AN ARMED FLIGHT?

15 MINUTES, MINIMUM.

DO IT.

YES, SIR.

ALSO ALERT THE RED FLAG

S.A.M. INSTALLATIONS.

SIR, THE S.A.M.s COULD

TAKE OUT COLONEL RYAN

AS WELL.

I KNOW.

COLONEL, HE'S ON MY TAIL!

EDDIE, LISTEN TO ME.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON

IN YOUR HEAD,

BUT I WANT YOU:

TO RETURN TO BASE.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?

I WANT YOU TO BRING

YOUR PLANE DOWN NOW.

COLONEL, HE'S ON ME!

I CAN'T SHAKE HIM!

JESUS!

EDDIE, LISTEN TO ME.

YOU DON'T KNOW WHA YOU'RE DOING.

BRING YOUR PLANE DOWN.

WE'LL TALK ABOUT IT.

FOR GOD'S SAKE, EDDIE,

WE'RE NOT THE ENEMY!

WE'RE ALL THE ENEMY.

JESUS, COLONEL,

HE'S GOT TONE!

BAIL, COUGAR, BAIL!

JESUS, GOD!

LORD,

HE GOT ANOTHER ONE.

HE'S IN RANGE

OF THE S.A.M.s NOW, SIR.

SO IS RYAN.

GORDON, 3 MEN ARE DEAD.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?

WHY?!

I HAVE TO, SIR.

THIS IS WHAT IT'S ALL FOR.

THIS...

IS WHY WE'RE HERE.

I'M ON HIS TAIL.

I'M GONNA RUN HIM

INTO THE S.A.M.s

HA HA HA HA.

VERY GOOD, COLONEL.

YOU GOT ME.

I'M DEAD.

OK, I'M OVER

THE RANGE.

FIRE THE S.A.M.s.

"THE FOURTH ANGEL POURED OU HIS VIAL UPON THE SUN;

AND POWER WAS GIVEN UNTO HIM

TO SCORCH MEN WITH FIRE."

WHAT?

THE ANGEL, SIR.

I'M HIM.

I'M THE ONE.

SON OF A B*TCH.

HE'S GOT HIM

IN S.A.M. RANGE

AGAIN, SIR.

ALL RIGHT.

TELL 'EM TO FIRE.

MATT,

HERE THEY COME.

RED FLAG NUMBER 3

AND NUMBER 5,

YOU HAVE CONSEN TO FIRE.

BILL, HE'S TAKING OU THE S.A.M.s.

CHRIST, HE'S BEHIND ME!

I'M HIT! I'M HIT!

BILL,

HE'S COMIN' AT YOU!

HE'S FULLY LOADED!

I'M GOIN' DOWN!

I GOTTA BAIL OUT!

GOOD LUCK, MATT.

RECORD A FIX ON HIS

LAST POSITION.

CALL UP A:

SEARCH-AND-RESCUE TEAM.

RYAN'S BAILING.

GORDON, CAN YOU HEAR ME?

YOU CRAZY SON OF A B*TCH!

YOU HEAR ME?!

YOU'RE GONNA DIE!

SOMEHOW,

I SWEAR I'M GONNA KILL YOU!

CONDITION RED.

CONDITION RED.

WE'RE EXPECTING

ATTACK AT ANY MOMENT.

WHAT ABOUT THOSE PLANES?

THEY'LL BE UP

IN 2 MINUTES, SIR.

NOT SOON ENOUGH.

[SIRENS]

CHRIST.

HE'S DROPPING HIS LOAD.

SCRAMBLE, BLUE ONE.

SCRAMBLE, BLUE ONE.

YOU'RE CLEARED FOR IMMEDIATE

TAKEOFF.

NEGATIVE, SIR.

HE JUST TOOK OU THE RUNWAY.

[PANTING]

COME ON,

WHERE ARE YOU,

YOU SON OF A B*TCH?

HE'S STILL JAMMING US, SIR.

I CAN'T GET A DECENT FIX.

HE MAY BE GETTING AWAY.

DAMN IT!

CAPTAIN GORDON,

THIS IS BEDFORD CONTROL.

YOU ARE ORDERED TO LAND

YOUR PLANE IMMEDIATELY.

CAPTAIN GORDON, DO YOU COPY?

OHH.

Woman:
HI.

Man, yawning:
HI.

OH, HOW LONG

HAVE I BEEN ASLEEP?

OH, ABOUT AN HOUR.

WHEW.

[SIGHS]

OH, MY GOD,

RICHARD, LOOK.

[BABY CRIES]

WHERE'D IT GO?

I DON'T KNOW.

IT LOOKED LIKE:

IT WAS TRYING TO LAND.

LET'S CHECK IT OUT.

VALERIE,

WHAT ARE WE DOING?

YEAH, I GUESS

YOU'RE RIGHT.

IT IS WEIRD, THOUGH,

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