Flying Virus (2001) Movie Script
[drum beat playing]
[instrumental music playing]
REPORTER: Tensions are
high as a result of the US
not signing the Kyoto
agreement, the global treaty
aimed at reducing the world's
pollution and emittance levels.
The State Department
is declaring
the Brazilian rainforest
to be of national interest
to the US since May 1998.
Unidentified tribesmen of
Brazil's Amazon River region,
protesting what they
call death pollution,
have taken over and
shut down two dozen
American oil installations.
To date, these sieges
have cost the petroleum
industry almost $14 billion.
In response, the US and
Brazilian governments
broke ground on a new program
they hope will end this turmoil
and bring these
two sides together.
Scott Turner from the
US State Department
is here to oversee the program.
SCOTT: It's a win-win, Ann.
Under SBP, the area
businesses will receive
this paved superhighway
and a unilateral peace
keeping force to prevent
further hostilities.
Now, the tribesmen will receive
our word that this highway will
extend no further than 100 miles
into the country, a moratorium
on any new drilling,
and restrictions
on pollution and emissions
that will be stricter
than ever before.
ANN: Hopes hang high here
that separate, but protected,
may finally bring an
end to this unrest.
From the town of
[inaudible] Brazil,
I'm Ann Bauer, ICN News.
And clear.
Good.
Oh, man it's hot.
[suspenseful music playing]
Quadrant 10 all clear.
MAN (ON RADIO): Follow
up check at 1300 hours.
[suspenseful music playing]
[groans]
Hopes hang high here.
[chuckles] That's a large
lump of alliteration,
wouldn't you say?
Bite me, Raka.
I am tired.
Tired, I wouldn't guess.
Horny for a certain
State Department
suit, maybe, but not tired.
What?
Oh yes, Mr. Turner, please
tell us what you are doing
to save the indigenous peoples.
He's not that bad.
[chuckles] Well,
the perfect hair does
hide the pointy little horns.
Boy toy at six o'clock.
Scotty.
Hello again.
Hi.
[suspenseful music playing]
Listen, I was--
I was wondering if you
had any plans for dinner.
You mean, something
other than black beans
and rice for the
fifth consecutive day?
Exactly.
How would you like
with me for a real dinner?
Steak, french fries--
[dramatic sounds]
You serious?
I never joke about dinner.
[suspenseful music playing]
[engine sounds]
That sounds like a plan.
Great, excellent.
Just give me 15 minutes, OK?
All right.
SCOTT: OK.
ANN: Oh my god.
Scotty, look.
[dramatic music playing]
[non-english speech]
Hit it.
MAN: [shouting]
Attack!
Attack, attack!
MAN 1: [inaudible] fire.
MAN 2: Get your guns.
Come on, guys.
MAN 3: Get some coverage.
[dramatic music playing]
[muffled shouting]
[screaming]
MAN 1: Get down!
Get down!
MAN 2: Where is it coming from?
[muffled shouting]
MAN: Get your gun.
Come on, guys.
[DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
PLAYING]
[explosion]
[groans]
[gunfire]
MAN: [non-english speech]
[muffled shouting]
[DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
PLAYING]
MAN: [non-english speech]
MAN: [non-english speech]
[muffled shouting]
[groans]
MAN: [non-english speech]
[shouting]
[grunting]
[groaning]
[dramatic music playing]
[shouting]
[screaming]
MAN 1: Get behind here, now.
MAN 2: There they are.
[gunfire]
Oh, shit.
Jesus Christ.
[gasping]
[non-english speech]
What?
What?
[speaking portuguese]
[dramatic music playing]
RAKA: I don't like this, Ann.
We were told not to leave camp.
We're breaking curfew.
They took my tapes.
They took my camera.
Do you mind telling me
what we are looking for?
No idea.
Well, how are we going
to know when we find it?
No clue.
This has been fun.
I'm going back now.
- No.
Raka, no.
Wait.
They are hiding something.
I can feel it.
Ann, what are they hiding?
I don't know yet.
We haven't found it.
Tell me exactly what
the tribesman said.
He said he was
a shadow people.
Shadow people?
The hell is shadow people?
Supposedly, the ultimate
warriors of the Amazon.
And until today, I just
thought, just a legend, but.
ANN: Well, why
would they be here?
Well, that's what
freaked me out.
When I asked him that, he
said, [speaking portuguese]..
My Portuguese
is a little rusty.
What?
Ann, that's
demons from the sky.
[suspenseful music playing]
Demons from the sky?
Shadow people?
I wonder if they're looking
for an anchor in Wichita Falls.
[engine sounds]
[gasps] Run.
[dramatic music playing]
[groans]
[buzzing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[buzzing]
What the--
[helicopter sound]
MAN (ON LOUDSPEAKER):
[speaking portuguese]
This is a restricted area.
Do not move.
[engine revving]
MAN: [speaking portuguese]
Passaporte.
Ann Bauer.
I'm a journalist.
[non-english].
[non-english].
[helicopter sound]
[panting] Oh, come on, guy.
I'm just doing my job.
Oh, no.
[groans] Oh, shit.
[gasps] [groans]
Vamos.
Let's go.
Get out of here.
[suspenseful music playing]
[buzzing]
DOCTOR: Blood pressure
stable, no infection,
rapid tissue regeneration
due to unknown toxin.
[baby crying]
Unknown toxin?
What the-- Looks like
some kind of insect.
Oh my god.
Get well soon, sexy.
Got to go.
[beeping]
Doctor?
Uh, well, yes and no.
Let me be specific.
Are you my wife's doctor?
Wife?
Martin Bauer.
I'm Ann's husband.
Oh, North.
Dr. Stephen North.
How did you--
MARTIN: Ann's
emergency contact card.
Are you my wife's doctor?
Oh, no.
Actually we're more
like associates.
Associates, huh?
Yes, associates.
Oh.
Well, Mr. Associate,
you want to tell
me why you're playing tonsil
hockey with my comatose wife?
Oh, I think you've
got the wrong idea.
Yeah?
Well, maybe.
But I think you better
get your ass out of here
before I introduce
my foot to your ass.
Lovely.
Excuse me.
I can't imagine why she'd be
divorcing someone as charming
as you.
[suspenseful music playing]
[instrumental music playing]
These babies really
are the perfect killers.
Our bioengineered beauties
cleared six towns.
MAN: No wonder they call
them demons from the sky.
[suspenseful music playing]
Sir, census
shows 37 villagers.
We have 37 confirmed kills.
37 out of 37, that's not bad.
We're moving to the next town.
Yes, sir.
I'm trying to make up my
mind if I should let you live.
You should've killed
that reporter last night.
Yes, sir.
I'm very disappointed.
Can I trust you?
Yes, sir.
You don't like me, huh?
No, sir, I don't.
Good, let's keep it that way.
I'm going to give
you one more chance.
MAN: Sir?
What are you--
Better be quick.
[dramatic music playing]
Goodbye.
Shit.
Merda.
[percussive music playing]
Show me exactly where
you were on the base.
Why are you so interested?
Raka, this could
save Ann's life.
You want to help or not?
All right.
All right.
Somewhere around here.
[dramatic music playing]
Dr. North, what is it today?
An outbreak of trench
foot or jock itch?
Just some research, thank you.
[scoffs]
[DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
PLAYING]
[suspenseful music playing]
MAN 1: Come on, guys.
Come on, let's get moving.
MAN 2: OK, clear this out.
MAN 1: Yeah, right here.
Right in here.
That's good.
MAN 2: Go back.
[suspenseful music playing]
[thunder]
DR. NORTH: Contusions of the
face and chest, insect toxins
appear to have sped
up tissue regrowth.
Rule out ants.
OK, where are you guys?
Come on.
I know you're here somewhere.
[pounding]
What the--
[buzzing]
Oh my god.
[buzzing]
[beeping]
WOMAN (ON LOUDSPEAKER):
[speaking portuguese]
What are you doing here?
Oh, um-- let's see.
In case of emergency, call
Martin Bauer, husband.
That's me.
So you want to tell
me what happened?
I'm pretty sure
that I got shot.
After that, I don't know.
Those welts are nasty looking.
Oh, that's attractive.
It didn't seem to
bother your boyfriend.
Boyfriend?
Dr. North.
Oh, gross.
Oh, he's a medical researcher.
Hmm.
Well, he had you in a lip
lock when I came in the room.
It just makes me wonder what
kind of research he's doing.
What the hell are you saying?
Look, why don't you just
come back to New York with me?
[sighs] Here it comes.
MARTIN: Ann, I need you.
Yeah, Martin's
needs first, right?
Oh, come on.
Don't start with that again.
ANN: Yes, this again.
Do you even remember why I left?
See if this rings a bell.
Let's have a baby,
Martin, start a family.
Look, I want those
things too, but I just--
When?
Some day, I don't know.
You know, these
last few months,
I have realized that you will
never be ready to be a dad.
[scoffs]
ANN: Because you will
never be ready to put
anyone else's needs before your
own, not a child, not mine.
Ann?
Scotty.
Hi.
Martin, this is Scotty Turner.
He works for the
State Department.
Scotty, this is my--
Martin Bauer.
Martin, it's a
pleasure to meet you.
I came as soon as I heard.
Ann, I am so sorry you got
caught in the crossfire again.
Maybe we should just
get you out of here.
MARTIN: Scotty?
[clears throat] Would you
mind giving us a second
to finish our business?
Yeah, sure.
I'm sorry.
I understand.
Here, I got these for you, Ann.
Thank you.
SCOTT: I'll just
be down the hall.
Is there any guy
in this country who's
not trying to sleep with you?
Get out.
Look, I'm sorry, just--
Get out.
OK.
When did you become
such an asshole?
At the exact moment you packed
your last bag and you left.
Take care of yourself.
[instrumental music playing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[bell ringing]
ANN: The bites have faded.
It's amazing.
No, that's a miracle.
[loud pop]
[gasps]
[laughing]
Happy bar mitzvah?
Well, they were all out of
sorry you got shot while I
was running my ass off, so.
Well, it works.
[laughing]
Thanks for coming.
Least I could do for
the one who got shot.
And how do I look?
RAKA: Not bad.
Have you seen North?
I have a backhand
with his name on it.
No, he's gone.
He flies to New York today.
What?
Why?
Yesterday, he goes out
to where we got jacked
and he comes back
with a sealed crate.
Today, he fly.
[suspenseful music playing]
Did you see what
was in the crate?
RAKA: No, he wouldn't
let anyone near it.
Why?
Let's take a ride, Raka.
[suspenseful music playing]
Sure appreciate this, sir.
A lot.
WOMAN (ON LOUDSPEAKER):
[speaking portuguese]
[buzzing]
[beeping]
Perfect.
[suspenseful music playing]
RAKA: You know we're
putting ourselves
in danger by going back there.
ANN: Raka, I'm a reporter.
I've got to do my job.
Just drive.
[suspenseful music playing]
RAKA: Ann?
Yeah?
You don't remember much about
the night you got shot, do you?
No, not much.
Why?
You do remember getting
chased though, right?
ANN: Yeah.
RAKA: They're back.
[dramatic music playing]
ANN: Get us the
hell out of here.
Come on.
[tires skidding]
[gunfire]
[inaudible]
[gunfire]
Just whose cornflakes
did you piss in?
Why do you think it's me?
Because everybody love Raka.
[dramatic music playing]
I got an idea.
When I yell "now,"
brace yourself.
[shouts]
[gunfire]
- Anytime you're ready.
Don't rush.
In 3, 2, 1, now.
[glass breaking]
[yelling]
RAKA: And your story is
going to get us killed.
[dramatic music playing]
GIRL 1: They are not going
to let you carry it on.
GIRL 2: Don't worry.
It will fit under my seat.
Oh yeah, and
about seven others.
I'm not hearing you.
She's right, you know.
Excuse me?
This airline allows for a
maximum carry-on girth of 62
inches, which is
the total length,
width, and height of the bag.
Your surfboard's too long.
Told ya.
This is a Dewey Weber.
It does not travel with baggage.
Your fly is down.
[laughing]
WOMAN 1 (ON LOUDSPEAKER):
[speaking portuguese]
United Flight 777 to Los Angeles
is now boarding at gate 53.
[instrumental music playing]
This is the final boarding call
for Interamerica's flight 71
to New York City.
[speaking portuguese]
But it's a Dewey Weber.
I don't care if it's
a Denzel Washington.
It rides downstairs.
[suspenseful music playing]
Hello.
Thank you.
All I can tell you
is we gave our best.
MAN (ON RADIO): OK,
you gave it your best.
That's all a man can do.
Stay put.
I'll pick you up.
- Yes, sir.
Roger that.
Thank you.
No problem.
10-4.
Yeah, Buzzard?
This is E.
BUZZARD (ON RADIO): Yes, sir.
Go for Buzzard.
Over.
I think we've located
our problem tribe.
There's no time to get
our project to site.
I need fire power in the air.
BUZZARD (ON RADIO):
Right away, sir.
Requesting coordinates.
Over.
RAKA: OK, Ann.
Before I go back to the Jeep,
what are we looking for?
ANN: We're looking
for what North found.
And that is?
Oh, you're a leper.
Oh, come on, Raka.
Be serious.
I'm seriously not following.
Look, if I know
North, he thinks
that whatever gave me
these delightful hickies
also caused my rapid recovery.
And that could be worth a
pretty penny in New York.
And I think it might be what
our friends in the dune buggy
were trying to protect.
[dramatic music playing]
[indistinct background chatter]
Ezekial, you son of a bitch.
Run!
[screaming]
[shouting]
[screaming]
[instrumental music playing]
[chuckling]
PILOT (ON LOUDSPEAKER): Welcome
on board to Interamerica's
flight 71 to New York City.
We'll try to make the
next 10 hours of flight
as pleasant as possible.
I've been informed we
have some turbulence
for about the first 100 miles,
but we should be able to get
through that pretty quick.
Please, if you would, keep
your seatbelts fastened.
Refrain from using any personal
electronics here until we
get out of the rough stuff.
Thanks for flying Interamerica.
Sir?
Sir?
Yes?
Your laptop?
Yes, it is.
Thanks for asking.
[high-pitched sound]
The hell was that?
[growling]
Oh, shit.
RAKA: Is that what
I think it is?
[growling]
ANN: Ideas?
No.
[growling]
This has not been my week.
[growls]
[buzzing]
[speaking portuguese]
Demons from the sky.
[buzzing]
Let's get the hell out of here.
[buzzing]
[exclaims] You know,
three years traveling
to this backward-ass
continent, I've yet
to finish a complete drink.
[sighs]
[rumbling]
MAN: Jesus Christ.
You guys try to hit
every bump or what?
[beeping]
Oh, shit.
Shit.
Shit.
[beeping]
[exhales]
[chuckles]
Have-- have Bonnie and Michelle
check on the passengers.
MAN (ON RADIO): Yes, sir.
Oh.
PILOT (ON LOUDSPEAKER):
Interamerica passengers
flight 71, this is
your captain speaking.
Sorry for the bumpy ride.
We'll try to avoid any more
turbulence in the future.
In the meantime, please
keep your seatbelts fastened
and refrain from moving
around the cabin.
Thank you.
Have you ever seen
anything like that?
Oh, yeah.
I just forgot to tell you.
Wonder if there's any
openings for cameramen
in the Middle East.
Pick up the phone, lunatic.
[phone ringing]
You don't mind if I
answer this, do you?
I think we're out
of the rough stuff.
Be my guest.
Thanks.
Hello?
ANN (ON PHONE): Maniac.
You didn't do what
I think you did?
Ann?
Hi, how are you?
You didn't do it, did you?
You haven't read about the
honey shortage in New York,
have you?
It's a terrible thing.
ANN (ON PHONE): Are
you out of your mind?
Do you have any idea
what those bees can do?
DR. NORTH (ON PHONE): Do
I know what they can do?
Sweetheart, you were covered
with stings from them
and your tissue healed
at a remarkable rate.
You know, by all rights,
you should be dead now.
More times than you'll know.
Do you have any
idea what this little
find will be worth to the
pharmaceutical community?
And I'm sure you understand this
couldn't possibly be trusted
to some third-world facility.
Oh, no.
Only the best for my
little bee-auties.
You sick monkey.
You've got to--
Oh, Ann, we're breaking up.
I think we're going
into a tunnel.
Look, when I get to New
York, I'll give you a buzz.
Asshole.
Women.
[phone ringing]
Scott Turner.
Scotty, big problem.
Ann, what's wrong?
Something very dangerous is on
a plane to New York right now.
SCOTT (ON PHONE): Hold on.
Slow down now.
What plane and what's dangerous?
Bees, Scotty, killer bees.
[suspenseful music playing]
[buzzing]
GIRL: (WHISPERING) Oh
no, he's coming this way.
We weren't
properly introduced.
I'm Adam.
What did you say your name was?
I didn't.
She's Sandy.
Quit it.
[chuckling]
So Sandy, maybe when
we get back to New York,
we could get together, you
know, for dinner maybe.
Dinner?
Breakfast too,
depending on how it goes.
Uh, Alex?
Adam.
Adam.
Can I be blunt with you?
I prefer it.
Good.
Because I'd rather run my towel
over a midget wrestler's hair
butt than spend one more second
this close to a geek like you.
OK, Alex?
Oh.
You just lost your
chance at dinner.
Deep regret.
Oh, sir.
I'll be out in a snap, OK?
[sighs]
Hey.
Hey.
Well, that's the
third one we've passed.
RAKA: What's that?
A deserted town.
Where are all the people?
You know, it's a
reasonable question.
This whole thing gets
weirder and weirder.
ANN: Turn on your
phone, you bloody idiot.
[buzzing]
Mister?
Yeah?
Can I ask you a question?
Well, you can't jump in front.
No.
It's more like advice.
Advice, huh?
Not exactly the father
knows best type,
if you know what I mean.
That's all right.
Do you understand women?
I mean, like, how to treat
them so that they'll like you?
I'll tell you what.
You give me your number.
And when I figure women
out, I'll call you.
Great.
Yeah.
So expect a call
in, like, never.
Thanks.
No problem.
Maybe I'll just
stick to my computers.
What is that guy
doing in there?
[buzzing]
What's that?
[buzzing]
Ow.
Probably hemorrhoids.
You ready for this, Casper?
What did he say?
RAKA: Well, you did get
your hickies from the demons
from the sky, which
makes you highly
unpopular with the
townspeople because you
should be six feet under.
Right.
Rumor has it that
after you were stung,
you were taken away
by shadow people.
Oh.
Wonderful.
[suspenseful music playing]
Are you OK?
Shit.
Get the captain.
You want to look
for the shadow people?
Absolutely.
Why?
Well, it's obvious.
They must have a serum.
They saved my life
with something.
That's great.
They can open a drugstore,
call it Spook and Save.
- Raka.
- Ann, they could be cannibals.
Raka, if those bees get out on
that plane, hundreds could die.
And if they breed in New
York, it could be millions.
That's not fair.
All right, but I'm driving.
[mumbling]
Well, just, you know,
heard this really loud bang
and then he came out like that.
Did you hear anything else?
Just the electric
shaver, that's it.
WOMAN: Have you
seen my headphones?
Yes.
There they are, my
dear, down there.
[buzzing]
[screaming]
Now what the hell's going on?
You have to warn the pilot.
Ann, my people
have been trying.
Interamerica hasn't heard of
any problems with that flight.
They're inclined to let
them complete the trip
and handle the
situation in New York.
Scotty, if they don't
bring that plane back soon,
it's going to be
out over the water.
And if anything does
happen, they're screwed.
I know.
I know.
And we are working on it, OK?
Now, shouldn't you be resting?
Yeah, well I have to
meet some people first.
SCOTT (ON PHONE): What people?
Shadow people.
What?
What, are you kidding me?
ANN (ON PHONE):
No, I wish I were.
You know where they are?
Well, I think so.
The [inaudible]
shaman told Raka.
Why?
I-- I don't know.
I just heard they were
hard to find, that's all.
Why are you looking for them?
Well, I think they
must have an antidote.
If anything does happen,
we have to be ready.
Got to let us know
what's going on.
In a minute, sir.
Are you sure?
This is the third time I've
been over the passenger list.
If there's a doctor
on this flight,
he doesn't want to be known.
Captain, we got
to land this thing.
You're in my chopper.
I'll have a beer or two.
Buzzard?
Si?
BUZZARD (ON RADIO): Yes, sir.
Go for Buzzard.
Over.
- Yeah.
We've got a problem.
A little bit of our
project has flown the coop.
[buzzing]
Sao Paolo, this
is Interamerica 71.
We have a medical emergency
on board, two passengers down.
Need medical assistance,
authorization return.
Over.
MAN (ON RADIO): Flight 71,
maintain current course.
The hell is going
on down there?
[suspenseful music playing]
EZEKIAL: Well, sir,
let me give you
three reasons why you hired me.
I know how to improvise.
I'm quick on my feet.
And I'm a natural born asshole.
[chuckles]
[dramatic music playing]
[gunfire]
[screaming]
[yelling]
[gunfire]
[groaning]
[gunfire]
[buzzing]
[coughing]
Why don't you guys
go back to your seats?
I can look after
him for a while.
[buzzing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[groaning]
What now?
[indistinct chatter]
[groaning]
Somebody help me.
He's choking.
Come on.
Get it out.
Come on.
Get it out.
There you go.
Get him a glass of
water, would you?
All right.
Just breathe, OK?
Deep breaths, you're
going to be OK.
Breathe.
ADAM: Mr. Bauer?
Yeah, kid?
I think you need to see this.
What is it, chicken wing?
ADAM: No.
It's a bee.
Bee?
A bee?
Oh my god.
You.
Yes, me.
Molested anybody
else's wife lately?
Stay back.
How about if I just wipe
that smirk off your face
right here in first class, huh?
You don't know what
you're dealing with.
Oh, no.
You don't know what
you're dealing--
This isn't helping, morons.
Fellas?
(BOTH) What?
Look.
Got a bee on your neck, pal.
Get it off!
[dramatic sounds]
You OK?
[dramatic music playing]
Here, take this.
You're going to get a call.
What?
This is Interamerica's
flight 71.
Come in, Sao Paolo tower.
Any ideas?
Well, all the attacks
have occurred in coach.
So maybe if we move
everybody up to first class
and try to find some way to seal
it off, maybe that will work.
Might buy us some time.
All right.
You're in charge out there.
OK.
OK, executive decision.
Let's turn this
around and head back.
I'm not going over
water like this.
[DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
PLAYING]
[DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
PLAYING]
RAKA: Something that
shaman told me back
in town kind of freaked me out.
What's that?
Legend has it that the
shadow people are led
by a white demon named Savior.
Yeah?
RAKA: And the shaman
told me that Savior
carried you in his arms.
Now, you're possessed by him.
Oh.
So I've got that going for me.
[phone dialing]
Oh my god, it's ringing.
[buzzing]
MAN: This will never work.
MARTIN: Yeah, got
any better ideas?
MAN: Duct tape.
[chuckling]
Look, maybe if you
just stop bitching.
[phone ringing]
- Mr. Bauer?
Yeah?
Continue this later.
Yeah, hello?
You stupid asshole.
Call me an asshole, bitch.
Martin?
Ann?
You know that person?
It's my wife.
MAN: Oh, great, his wife.
Maybe my mommy will call next.
She'll let us land.
You want to shut
up so I can hear?
Marty?
Ann, calling to talk
to your boyfriend?
That pompous ass
is not my boyfriend.
What are you doing?
Oh, here?
Oh, well I just figured
our reconciliation
went so well that
I should probably
go back home and clean the pizza
boxes off your side of the bed.
You are such a jerk.
MARTIN (ON PHONE): Look, Ann.
I'm kind of busy
here right now, so.
ANN (ON PHONE): Martin,
it's really important
that I speak to Dr. North.
Well, I don't think
you're going to have a very
enlightening conversation.
You see, Dr. North
is doing his best
not to swallow his own tongue.
Oh my god, the bees got out?
How in the hell do
you know about that?
ANN (ON PHONE): It's
too long to explain.
Is anybody else hurt?
Yeah.
We got four down so far.
And from the looks of
them, I don't even think
they're going to make the meal.
Listen, I don't think we can
keep the bees out of the cabin
much longer.
We got to land this thing.
Well, I'm working on that.
And I think I found a serum.
We'll meet you
wherever you land.
Deal.
It will be good
to see you again.
Oh, yeah?
You too.
Bye.
ANN (ON PHONE): Bye.
[phone ringing]
Scott Turner.
Scotty, how come that plane
is not on the ground yet?
I told you.
We are trying.
We are trying very hard.
[shouts]
SCOTT (ON PHONE): For
Christ's sake, what was that?
I'm going to have
to get back to you.
SCOTT (ON PHONE): Ann?
Ann?
- So now what?
Walk, I guess.
I was afraid you
were going to say that.
[suspenseful music playing]
- Raka?
- Ann?
We're more than 100 miles from
the eastern border, aren't we?
RAKA: Probably two.
ANN: And the new
superhighway is only supposed
to run 100 miles, right?
That's what I
heard in the news.
So why is there all this
road construction equipment way
out here?
- That's a good question.
[jungle sounds]
Let's go.
All right.
How's it going?
Done?
Well, as done as I could do
with duct tape and blankets.
Let's take a look.
Your controls.
OK.
Thanks for the info.
Out.
I know why they
won't let us land.
I just talked to
a friend of mine
over at Ecuadorian
Internationals.
Rumor is we're carrying
a type of virus,
like the Ebola or something.
- What?
PILOT: Somebody got
a call from the US
State Department confirming.
US State Department?
PILOT: No one's ever going
to let us land if they
think we have a virus on board.
Looks like we're
on our own up here.
Can help you, sir?
Oh, I'm sure you can.
I'm positive there's
a passenger that
needs a barf bag or a pillow.
Why don't you go find--
I think everyone is OK, sir.
Why don't you
return to your seat?
No can do, sky waitress.
I'm here to see the captain.
Well, he's very busy now, sir.
Look, Kristi, love.
You either move out
of my way or I'm
going to be forced to
put you on the low rent
section of this bus.
Do you know what I mean?
Of course I do, sir.
[groans]
Now, let me tell
you what I need.
First, the name is
Michelle, not Kristi, love.
Second, this is Interamerica's
flight number 71, not
some rickety, old southern bus.
Third, when I tell
you to take your seat,
it is for your safety,
as well as the safety
of others around you.
Sir, we're going
to be landing soon.
Let me put your tray in it's--
[groans]
--locked position.
Thank you for flying
Interamericas.
Have a nice day.
[sighs] Now what?
Let's go check the blankets.
[suspenseful music playing]
MAN: [groaning]
Tell him we're not
going to hurt him.
[speaking portuguese]
I understand he's a shaman.
He must be a proud man.
Is he wise too?
[speaking portuguese]
Do you know who I am?
[speaking portuguese]
I'm the asshole.
[speaking portuguese]
Ask him about
the shadow people.
[speaking portuguese]
Where are they?
Por favor.
Por favor.
Por favor my ass.
I know you know where they are.
Point it out on the map.
[speaking portuguese]
Do you know what this is?
[non-english].
It shoots people.
Sir, you're wasting
our time here.
He doesn't know.
[shouting]
EZEKIAL: Now, this kid, he's
got a three-year-old daughter.
I know him and I
don't even know you.
[suspenseful music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
Once upon a time.
Eenie, meenie, miney, mo.
SHAMAN: [non-english speech]
Shadow people.
[dramatic music playing]
Hey, Mr. Ezekial, take
a look at this place.
[suspenseful music playing]
EZEKIAL: These aren't the
coordinates the shaman gave me.
Looks like someone screwed up.
Buzzard?
It's E.
BUZZARD (ON RADIO): Yes, sir.
I'm in the air.
Go ahead.
EZEKIAL: I have another
assignment for you.
Burn them down.
BUZZARD (ON RADIO): Yes, sir.
Requesting coordinates.
Over.
[instrumental music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
[screaming]
I thought you could
use a pick me up.
PILOT: Oh, great.
Thanks, Bonnie.
No problem.
[suspenseful music playing]
So far we've got, you know,
everything sealed off from here
on down, but I
don't know how we're
going to get behind this--
[rumbling]
[shouting]
[air rushing]
Get him off the control.
Shit.
[beeping]
[dramatic music playing]
Holy shit.
Rick?
Oh my god.
How the--
Look.
PILOT: Get-- get it.
ADAM: Mr. Bauer?
[buzzing]
What is that?
I don't think
our friends liked
that last bump in the road.
[suspenseful music playing]
[buzzing]
MARTIN: God.
[buzzing]
Shit.
Going to need some help here.
[shouts]
[buzzing]
[screaming]
Oh my god.
[buzzing]
Naomi.
[shouting]
Eat this and that.
Come on.
You want a piece of this?
And that, you want some of this?
You don't want none of this.
[buzzing]
Come and get some of this.
Take that and that.
[suspenseful music playing]
Buzzard, it's E.
BUZZARD (ON RADIO):
Go for Buzzard.
The ocean is out.
Our vitamin bee project has
made an unscheduled U-turn.
Can you drop them
somewhere else?
BUZZARD (ON RADIO):
Recommendation, sir?
Somewhere nice and quiet.
BUZZARD (ON RADIO): How
about [inaudible] Negro?
Over.
- Sounds good to me.
Right, sir.
EZEKIAL: 10-4.
BUZZARD (ON RADIO):
This is Buzzard out.
I love this job.
[laughs]
[dramatic music playing]
That could be them.
Do you ever get the
feeling that we're--
Ann?
[suspenseful music playing]
[jungle sounds]
I do not like this.
I'm with you.
Come on.
[suspenseful music playing]
[jungle sounds]
Ideas?
Just got to think.
[suspenseful music playing]
I have an idea.
Yeah?
Run.
[dramatic music playing]
Go, go, go.
Think we lost him.
I think we lost him.
Ow, what?
Game over.
[dramatic music playing]
This is not good.
Any other bright ideas?
None right now.
I'll let you know.
Hi, fellas.
Is there an Ann Bauer with us?
What the hell was that?
Is there an Ann Bauer with us?
So you're breaking hearts
way out here too, huh?
Ow.
I'm Ann Bauer.
MAN: Ann Bauer,
nice to see you when
you're not bleeding to death.
[suspenseful music playing]
I'm Savior.
Meet the shadow people.
PILOT: How's everybody doing?
Well, the bathroom
guy's just about gone.
What about you?
I can't even get anybody
to answer me anymore.
It's like we're the
pariah of the sky.
The natives are getting
restless back there.
What do you want
me to tell them?
Tell them to screw it.
I can't set her down now because
there's mountains all over.
An hour south of
here is farm land.
It should be bumpy, but safe.
I'm setting her down.
OK.
[suspenseful music playing]
Whoa.
Careful.
You think those are
there to freak me out?
Because if they
are, it's working.
Those are Okupis,
poison dart frogs.
Poison dart frogs, great.
Their bile is dipped
on the tips of darts,
strongest poison in the jungle.
Ann, if that's the strongest
poison in the jungle,
why is she putting
it in drinking jugs?
[suspenseful music playing]
7165 west, 0079 north.
Got that?
Is it clear?
You'll see us half a click
away from the village.
10-4.
[dramatic music playing]
But you're a doctor.
A small and
exclusive practice.
This is ridiculous.
[instrumental music playing]
I wish you had
not come, Ann Bauer.
[sighs] Well, I
didn't have a choice.
You have the serum.
If you don't help us, everyone
on that plane will be dead.
I have greater
concerns than that.
Greater concerns?
Much.
I'm trying to save a region
that is being systematically
destroyed by your kind.
Pollution from your factories
is killing our people,
poisoning our river,
driving us from our land.
You're killing us for
your precious oil.
This is one small example
of your government's
policy of sacrificing
the environment
for corporate greed.
Savior, I'm on your side.
These are ordinary people.
This isn't about politics.
Blank people,
they're not my concern.
Blank people?
Blank people-- blank
in color, blank in honor,
blank in soul, blank.
Savior, please.
My-- someone very close
to me is on that plane.
Blank.
[melancholy music playing]
Oh, no.
He's OK, right?
He's OK, right?
[sobbing]
Come here.
We're going to get out of here.
I promise.
It's OK.
[dramatic music playing]
One potato, two
potato, three potato.
All right, boys,
make some noise.
[suspenseful music playing]
Now I must ask you
to go and never return.
Savior, give us the serum.
We'll leave and I swear
we'll never return.
[explosion]
You idiot, you were followed.
[groaning]
[dramatic music playing]
[shouting]
[screaming]
Yeah, boss?
We're getting no
resistance here.
I think five minutes
should do it.
[dramatic music playing]
[shouting]
[groaning]
[melancholy music playing]
[chuckles] Nothing like
a few well-placed rounds.
[vocal music playing]
[suspenseful music playing]
Ann Bauer.
Ann, read about
you in the paper.
You hurt?
[yells]
Ann?
Son of a--
[groans]
EZEKIAL: Sorry, you were saying?
You're the guy who
does the videos, huh?
Who do you think you are?
Are you like a genius or a fool?
This is my business.
Nobody gets to shoot anything or
anybody without my permission.
Kiss my ass.
You know what this is?
It's a gun that can
kill you very quickly.
[groans]
ANN: Raka!
RAKA: Ow.
Nice shooting, Pedro.
The hell is going
on here, Ezekial?
Thank god.
This man is crazy.
Sorry, we're just
cleaning up the mess.
Scotty.
Just give me a second, Ann.
So this is Savior.
God, I have been looking
forward to meeting you, sir.
All right.
All of them, outside, now.
ANN: Why, Scotty?
SCOTT: Reasonable request.
I'll indulge.
Buddy Savior's been a
huge pain in the poo-poo
with these raids on
our oil interests.
Now, with the cross-country
highway going in,
we couldn't have any
more of his shenanigans.
[phone ringing]
MARTIN: What?
ANN (ON PHONE): Cross country?
- Ann?
ANN (ON PHONE): What
happened to 100 miles,
separate but protected?
Well, we really couldn't call
it Operation Manifest Destiny
now, could we?
Think of the PR.
No, no, no.
That road's going cross
country, sweetheart,
all along the Amazon.
Ann, what's going on?
But why?
Ann, do you have any idea the
amount of oil in that region?
More than Texas and Alaska.
We need a protected
shipping lane.
We can't have these savages
taking over any time they want.
No, no.
That costs money.
So all this is about
a little bit of money?
No, Ann.
This is about a
great deal of money.
$14 billion these low lifes
have cost American businesses.
I think that quite
frankly, enough's enough.
How do the bees come in?
Well, we needed a
clean way to clear
the people from our jungle.
So you went au natural?
SCOTT (ON PHONE): Right.
We genetically engineered
these babies, breeding
only the meanest, the toughest.
And we engineered in a
very short lifespan, only
about a week and a half.
They're better than
chemical weapons
because they leave
no fingerprints.
In fact, they're the
perfect soldiers.
They-- they kill
fast, then they die.
You sound like a proud father.
SCOTT: Oh, I am.
And I am also very
proud of you too.
Really?
SCOTT: Yes, really.
We've been looking for old
pale face and his posse
here for some time.
Who'd have thought the
chick I was trying to bang
would lead me right to him?
I'd get that foot out
of my head if I were you.
Pity.
Anyway, the only thing
we didn't count on
was your Doctor
Daffy taking home bit
of our project as a souvenir.
Which reminds me, what is
the status of that plane?
Oh, they're waiting
for your word, sir.
Good.
Shoot it down.
Martin, you have
to land the plane.
Bitch.
Ann?
Damn it.
[dramatic music playing]
Captain, we got a major problem.
Buzzard?
BUZZARD (ON RADIO):
Go for Buzzard.
Shoot that puppy down.
[gunfire]
You got to put it down.
And where do you
suggest I do that?
How should I know?
I'm not the pilot.
You are.
- We're over mountains.
There's nowhere.
Yeah, well, I
don't know about you,
but I'd rather take my chances
with mountains than missile.
Well, maybe you should
fly the goddamn plane.
All right, well,
maybe I should.
Hey, guys?
I've been listening.
I got an idea.
Hey.
Am I going to die?
Yes, you are, just not today.
MARTIN: I'm sorry,
just tell me again.
Well, it's actually
quite simple.
Every plane has an
onboard computer, right?
So?
So the onboard computer
generates a signal so that air
traffic knows where we are.
And this is probably locked
on to that right now.
So you're going to
turn off that signal?
No, I don't think
I want to do that.
I'm going to duplicate
it, you know,
screw with the missile's mind.
This thing won't let me in.
PILOT: I got the missile,
100 miles in closing.
Check your gloves,
check your boots,
make sure that absolutely
no skin is showing.
Ezekial?
[chuckling] Sir, bees
are allergic to me.
Whatever.
Let's do this.
Looking over my shoulder
is definitely not helping.
Goodbye, Ann.
Goodbye, Savior.
SAVIOR: Scotty?
There's a little
problem with your plan.
You do know I found an antidote?
Did you now?
Yeah, I did.
It's all around you.
Give me a little hint.
Poison from the Okapi
frog, dart poison.
Bees hate it,
won't come near it.
PILOT: 70 miles.
ADAM: OK, and then--
Now what?
Now we screw with its mind.
Come on, duplicate.
Duplicate.
See, Okapi poison not
only acts as a repellent,
it breaks down the
bees' venom before it
can shut down major organs.
Amazing thing is,
I found out later,
it also speeds up
tissue regrowth.
Gave some to Ann the night
these bastards shot her.
Really helped with her healing.
[beeping]
55 miles.
Keep doing it.
Going as fast as I can.
Now, I want you--
get the hell off my land.
Look.
[buzzing]
[shouting]
[beeping]
It's working.
How far?
PILOT: 40 miles.
[buzzing]
[screaming]
[buzzing]
30 miles.
[beeping]
[buzzing]
Seven miles.
It's going to be close.
[suspenseful music playing]
Boy, you're ugly.
[shouts]
[vocal music playing]
PILOT: One mile.
Hang on.
[screaming]
[shouting]
[beeping]
[screaming]
PILOT: No, no, no, no, no.
Pull it back.
I'm trying.
Pull it back.
You got it.
- I got it.
- You got it.
[laughing]
Yeah!
[laughs]
Yeah.
[instrumental music playing]
(ALL) Yeah!
Yeah!
[laughing]
It's Ann.
Hey.
Martin?
I don't think I've
ever been this
thrilled to hear your voice.
Yeah, well, same here.
We literally dodged a bullet
on that one, thanks to you.
ANN (ON PHONE): No charge.
Actually, you can
pay me back later.
I'll be the one with the serum.
I can't wait.
I love y--
Ann?
Yeah.
How are we supposed to
get this stuff to the plane?
We will walk if we have to.
We're going to try.
Ann.
[instrumental music playing]
This is going to
save lives, doctor,
human lives, flesh and blood.
You know, a real doctor still
gives a shit about human lives,
blank or not.
You know, flew medivacs
in 'Nam, '68 through '71.
Got over 500 kids out.
If there's a helicopter I can't
fly, I ain't found it yet.
Let's go.
[buzzing]
I'm afraid I got some
bad news on my end.
What's happened?
Explosion cracked a line.
We're losing fuel.
Great.
PILOT: I'm open to ideas,
but I think we have to land,
take our chances.
These can't get everybody.
I have an idea.
There you go, just
like riding a bike.
I hope not.
Why?
I always crash my bikes.
[instrumental music playing]
PILOT: You're
talking about opening
a door of a plane in flight.
We'll start to drop,
possibly even crash.
Well, not before the
bees are sucked out.
OK.
Who's the idiot who's going
to open the back door?
If he doesn't get
stung to death,
he's probably going to get
sucked out with the bees.
Mr. Idiot, at your service.
Shit.
SAVIOR (ON RADIO):
[inaudible] flight 71.
This is Savior on route
with serum and med supplies.
Say heading and
altitude, please.
Over.
PILOT (ON RADIO): Hello, Savior.
This is flight 71 heading
300 and flight level 125,
approximately three miles
southwest of Lago Dos Pedros.
Over.
SAVIOR (ON RADIO):
Roger that, flight 71.
Should be in position
to rendezvous
in approximately seven minutes.
PILOT (ON RADIO):
Copy that, Savior.
See you soon.
RAKA: Why did you and
your husband break up?
Martin always cared more
about himself than anyone else.
And that doesn't make
for a good father.
I never looked at him and
thought, you're my hero.
I need that.
[suspenseful music playing]
[buzzing]
There they are.
[phone ringing]
Yeah?
Guess what I'm
looking at right now.
MARTIN (ON PHONE):
I got no clue.
ANN: The rear end of a plane.
MARTIN (ON PHONE): Oh, yeah?
Listen, Ann, I've been thinking.
Uh oh.
Now listen to me, OK?
I'm serious.
I-- I think I'm ready.
Ready for what?
You know, you, me,
baby makes three,
you know, Sundays at the park,
you know, the whole thing.
Martin.
MARTIN (ON PHONE): You know--
you know, weekends
at Coney Island.
Martin?
MARTIN (ON PHONE):
Or you know, sports.
I mean, you don't have any
problems with pee wee football,
do you?
- Martin?
What?
How about dinner?
No commitments
further than that, OK?
OK.
See you on the ground.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Bye.
[beeping]
We got to do this now.
Make sure you tie
yourself down with anything
that you have.
We will be opening the rear door
and it will become very windy.
[dramatic music playing]
OK, Rick, I'm all
set and ready to go.
Are you ready?
OK, let's do this thing.
All right.
On three.
One, two, three.
[buzzing]
Shit.
[dramatic music playing]
[air rushing]
[shouting]
Look.
Martin?
[dramatic music playing]
Shit.
[alarm sounding]
Mr. Bauer!
[dramatic music playing]
Mr. Bauer, grab my hand.
ANN: Climb, Martin.
Come on.
Climb, climb.
ADAM: You're almost there.
Grab my hand.
All right.
[instrumental music playing]
Mr. Bauer?
Yeah.
Adam, you are beautiful.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT:
All passengers,
take your seats now.
Interlace your fingers
behind your neck
and put your head
between your knees.
This is going to be
a very bumpy landing.
[laughs] You did it,
you son of a bitch.
Rick?
Please take your seat.
Oh my god.
[dramatic music playing]
OK, if you're going to sit
up here, you got to work.
No problem.
Just got to tell me what to do.
What's our altitude?
Where?
Dial in the center.
MARTIN: Just under 2,000 feet.
Now, lower the landing gear.
Where?
Lever by your left knee.
Yeah.
That's it.
Done.
They're landing, Savior.
They're landing.
[DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
PLAYING]
Rick?
Rick!
Huh?
Pull back on the throttle,
lever in the center.
Easy, easy.
OK, sorry.
It's my first time.
- OK.
- How's that?
That's great.
When we hit the ground, you push
that lever by your left foot
down with all your might.
You got it.
Hold on.
[dramatic music playing]
Hold on.
[shouts]
[rumbling]
Get ready.
It's going to be a rough one.
[dramatic music playing]
[shouting]
[beeping]
[shouting]
[beeping]
[shouting]
[instrumental music playing]
MAN: Oh my god, we're alive.
We made it.
Oh my god, we made it.
[instrumental music playing]
Yeah!
Yeah!
SAVIOR: There we go, little one.
Yeah.
ANN: Feels pretty
good, huh, doc?
Yeah, blank or not.
[instrumental music playing]
[clears throat]
MARTIN: Hey.
[clears throat]
Raka, this is Martin Bauer.
This is my husband.
The hero.
The hero.
All right, bee stings.
Sure, yeah.
What do you say we
get out of here?
Hmm, fabulous idea.
[chuckling]
Was that it?
Is what it?
Is that how you treat a woman?
Oh.
[instrumental music playing]
That's it.
So that's how
you treat a woman.
Thanks, Mr. B.
[instrumental music playing]
[instrumental music playing]
[instrumental music playing]
REPORTER: Tensions are
high as a result of the US
not signing the Kyoto
agreement, the global treaty
aimed at reducing the world's
pollution and emittance levels.
The State Department
is declaring
the Brazilian rainforest
to be of national interest
to the US since May 1998.
Unidentified tribesmen of
Brazil's Amazon River region,
protesting what they
call death pollution,
have taken over and
shut down two dozen
American oil installations.
To date, these sieges
have cost the petroleum
industry almost $14 billion.
In response, the US and
Brazilian governments
broke ground on a new program
they hope will end this turmoil
and bring these
two sides together.
Scott Turner from the
US State Department
is here to oversee the program.
SCOTT: It's a win-win, Ann.
Under SBP, the area
businesses will receive
this paved superhighway
and a unilateral peace
keeping force to prevent
further hostilities.
Now, the tribesmen will receive
our word that this highway will
extend no further than 100 miles
into the country, a moratorium
on any new drilling,
and restrictions
on pollution and emissions
that will be stricter
than ever before.
ANN: Hopes hang high here
that separate, but protected,
may finally bring an
end to this unrest.
From the town of
[inaudible] Brazil,
I'm Ann Bauer, ICN News.
And clear.
Good.
Oh, man it's hot.
[suspenseful music playing]
Quadrant 10 all clear.
MAN (ON RADIO): Follow
up check at 1300 hours.
[suspenseful music playing]
[groans]
Hopes hang high here.
[chuckles] That's a large
lump of alliteration,
wouldn't you say?
Bite me, Raka.
I am tired.
Tired, I wouldn't guess.
Horny for a certain
State Department
suit, maybe, but not tired.
What?
Oh yes, Mr. Turner, please
tell us what you are doing
to save the indigenous peoples.
He's not that bad.
[chuckles] Well,
the perfect hair does
hide the pointy little horns.
Boy toy at six o'clock.
Scotty.
Hello again.
Hi.
[suspenseful music playing]
Listen, I was--
I was wondering if you
had any plans for dinner.
You mean, something
other than black beans
and rice for the
fifth consecutive day?
Exactly.
How would you like
with me for a real dinner?
Steak, french fries--
[dramatic sounds]
You serious?
I never joke about dinner.
[suspenseful music playing]
[engine sounds]
That sounds like a plan.
Great, excellent.
Just give me 15 minutes, OK?
All right.
SCOTT: OK.
ANN: Oh my god.
Scotty, look.
[dramatic music playing]
[non-english speech]
Hit it.
MAN: [shouting]
Attack!
Attack, attack!
MAN 1: [inaudible] fire.
MAN 2: Get your guns.
Come on, guys.
MAN 3: Get some coverage.
[dramatic music playing]
[muffled shouting]
[screaming]
MAN 1: Get down!
Get down!
MAN 2: Where is it coming from?
[muffled shouting]
MAN: Get your gun.
Come on, guys.
[DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
PLAYING]
[explosion]
[groans]
[gunfire]
MAN: [non-english speech]
[muffled shouting]
[DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
PLAYING]
MAN: [non-english speech]
MAN: [non-english speech]
[muffled shouting]
[groans]
MAN: [non-english speech]
[shouting]
[grunting]
[groaning]
[dramatic music playing]
[shouting]
[screaming]
MAN 1: Get behind here, now.
MAN 2: There they are.
[gunfire]
Oh, shit.
Jesus Christ.
[gasping]
[non-english speech]
What?
What?
[speaking portuguese]
[dramatic music playing]
RAKA: I don't like this, Ann.
We were told not to leave camp.
We're breaking curfew.
They took my tapes.
They took my camera.
Do you mind telling me
what we are looking for?
No idea.
Well, how are we going
to know when we find it?
No clue.
This has been fun.
I'm going back now.
- No.
Raka, no.
Wait.
They are hiding something.
I can feel it.
Ann, what are they hiding?
I don't know yet.
We haven't found it.
Tell me exactly what
the tribesman said.
He said he was
a shadow people.
Shadow people?
The hell is shadow people?
Supposedly, the ultimate
warriors of the Amazon.
And until today, I just
thought, just a legend, but.
ANN: Well, why
would they be here?
Well, that's what
freaked me out.
When I asked him that, he
said, [speaking portuguese]..
My Portuguese
is a little rusty.
What?
Ann, that's
demons from the sky.
[suspenseful music playing]
Demons from the sky?
Shadow people?
I wonder if they're looking
for an anchor in Wichita Falls.
[engine sounds]
[gasps] Run.
[dramatic music playing]
[groans]
[buzzing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[buzzing]
What the--
[helicopter sound]
MAN (ON LOUDSPEAKER):
[speaking portuguese]
This is a restricted area.
Do not move.
[engine revving]
MAN: [speaking portuguese]
Passaporte.
Ann Bauer.
I'm a journalist.
[non-english].
[non-english].
[helicopter sound]
[panting] Oh, come on, guy.
I'm just doing my job.
Oh, no.
[groans] Oh, shit.
[gasps] [groans]
Vamos.
Let's go.
Get out of here.
[suspenseful music playing]
[buzzing]
DOCTOR: Blood pressure
stable, no infection,
rapid tissue regeneration
due to unknown toxin.
[baby crying]
Unknown toxin?
What the-- Looks like
some kind of insect.
Oh my god.
Get well soon, sexy.
Got to go.
[beeping]
Doctor?
Uh, well, yes and no.
Let me be specific.
Are you my wife's doctor?
Wife?
Martin Bauer.
I'm Ann's husband.
Oh, North.
Dr. Stephen North.
How did you--
MARTIN: Ann's
emergency contact card.
Are you my wife's doctor?
Oh, no.
Actually we're more
like associates.
Associates, huh?
Yes, associates.
Oh.
Well, Mr. Associate,
you want to tell
me why you're playing tonsil
hockey with my comatose wife?
Oh, I think you've
got the wrong idea.
Yeah?
Well, maybe.
But I think you better
get your ass out of here
before I introduce
my foot to your ass.
Lovely.
Excuse me.
I can't imagine why she'd be
divorcing someone as charming
as you.
[suspenseful music playing]
[instrumental music playing]
These babies really
are the perfect killers.
Our bioengineered beauties
cleared six towns.
MAN: No wonder they call
them demons from the sky.
[suspenseful music playing]
Sir, census
shows 37 villagers.
We have 37 confirmed kills.
37 out of 37, that's not bad.
We're moving to the next town.
Yes, sir.
I'm trying to make up my
mind if I should let you live.
You should've killed
that reporter last night.
Yes, sir.
I'm very disappointed.
Can I trust you?
Yes, sir.
You don't like me, huh?
No, sir, I don't.
Good, let's keep it that way.
I'm going to give
you one more chance.
MAN: Sir?
What are you--
Better be quick.
[dramatic music playing]
Goodbye.
Shit.
Merda.
[percussive music playing]
Show me exactly where
you were on the base.
Why are you so interested?
Raka, this could
save Ann's life.
You want to help or not?
All right.
All right.
Somewhere around here.
[dramatic music playing]
Dr. North, what is it today?
An outbreak of trench
foot or jock itch?
Just some research, thank you.
[scoffs]
[DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
PLAYING]
[suspenseful music playing]
MAN 1: Come on, guys.
Come on, let's get moving.
MAN 2: OK, clear this out.
MAN 1: Yeah, right here.
Right in here.
That's good.
MAN 2: Go back.
[suspenseful music playing]
[thunder]
DR. NORTH: Contusions of the
face and chest, insect toxins
appear to have sped
up tissue regrowth.
Rule out ants.
OK, where are you guys?
Come on.
I know you're here somewhere.
[pounding]
What the--
[buzzing]
Oh my god.
[buzzing]
[beeping]
WOMAN (ON LOUDSPEAKER):
[speaking portuguese]
What are you doing here?
Oh, um-- let's see.
In case of emergency, call
Martin Bauer, husband.
That's me.
So you want to tell
me what happened?
I'm pretty sure
that I got shot.
After that, I don't know.
Those welts are nasty looking.
Oh, that's attractive.
It didn't seem to
bother your boyfriend.
Boyfriend?
Dr. North.
Oh, gross.
Oh, he's a medical researcher.
Hmm.
Well, he had you in a lip
lock when I came in the room.
It just makes me wonder what
kind of research he's doing.
What the hell are you saying?
Look, why don't you just
come back to New York with me?
[sighs] Here it comes.
MARTIN: Ann, I need you.
Yeah, Martin's
needs first, right?
Oh, come on.
Don't start with that again.
ANN: Yes, this again.
Do you even remember why I left?
See if this rings a bell.
Let's have a baby,
Martin, start a family.
Look, I want those
things too, but I just--
When?
Some day, I don't know.
You know, these
last few months,
I have realized that you will
never be ready to be a dad.
[scoffs]
ANN: Because you will
never be ready to put
anyone else's needs before your
own, not a child, not mine.
Ann?
Scotty.
Hi.
Martin, this is Scotty Turner.
He works for the
State Department.
Scotty, this is my--
Martin Bauer.
Martin, it's a
pleasure to meet you.
I came as soon as I heard.
Ann, I am so sorry you got
caught in the crossfire again.
Maybe we should just
get you out of here.
MARTIN: Scotty?
[clears throat] Would you
mind giving us a second
to finish our business?
Yeah, sure.
I'm sorry.
I understand.
Here, I got these for you, Ann.
Thank you.
SCOTT: I'll just
be down the hall.
Is there any guy
in this country who's
not trying to sleep with you?
Get out.
Look, I'm sorry, just--
Get out.
OK.
When did you become
such an asshole?
At the exact moment you packed
your last bag and you left.
Take care of yourself.
[instrumental music playing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[bell ringing]
ANN: The bites have faded.
It's amazing.
No, that's a miracle.
[loud pop]
[gasps]
[laughing]
Happy bar mitzvah?
Well, they were all out of
sorry you got shot while I
was running my ass off, so.
Well, it works.
[laughing]
Thanks for coming.
Least I could do for
the one who got shot.
And how do I look?
RAKA: Not bad.
Have you seen North?
I have a backhand
with his name on it.
No, he's gone.
He flies to New York today.
What?
Why?
Yesterday, he goes out
to where we got jacked
and he comes back
with a sealed crate.
Today, he fly.
[suspenseful music playing]
Did you see what
was in the crate?
RAKA: No, he wouldn't
let anyone near it.
Why?
Let's take a ride, Raka.
[suspenseful music playing]
Sure appreciate this, sir.
A lot.
WOMAN (ON LOUDSPEAKER):
[speaking portuguese]
[buzzing]
[beeping]
Perfect.
[suspenseful music playing]
RAKA: You know we're
putting ourselves
in danger by going back there.
ANN: Raka, I'm a reporter.
I've got to do my job.
Just drive.
[suspenseful music playing]
RAKA: Ann?
Yeah?
You don't remember much about
the night you got shot, do you?
No, not much.
Why?
You do remember getting
chased though, right?
ANN: Yeah.
RAKA: They're back.
[dramatic music playing]
ANN: Get us the
hell out of here.
Come on.
[tires skidding]
[gunfire]
[inaudible]
[gunfire]
Just whose cornflakes
did you piss in?
Why do you think it's me?
Because everybody love Raka.
[dramatic music playing]
I got an idea.
When I yell "now,"
brace yourself.
[shouts]
[gunfire]
- Anytime you're ready.
Don't rush.
In 3, 2, 1, now.
[glass breaking]
[yelling]
RAKA: And your story is
going to get us killed.
[dramatic music playing]
GIRL 1: They are not going
to let you carry it on.
GIRL 2: Don't worry.
It will fit under my seat.
Oh yeah, and
about seven others.
I'm not hearing you.
She's right, you know.
Excuse me?
This airline allows for a
maximum carry-on girth of 62
inches, which is
the total length,
width, and height of the bag.
Your surfboard's too long.
Told ya.
This is a Dewey Weber.
It does not travel with baggage.
Your fly is down.
[laughing]
WOMAN 1 (ON LOUDSPEAKER):
[speaking portuguese]
United Flight 777 to Los Angeles
is now boarding at gate 53.
[instrumental music playing]
This is the final boarding call
for Interamerica's flight 71
to New York City.
[speaking portuguese]
But it's a Dewey Weber.
I don't care if it's
a Denzel Washington.
It rides downstairs.
[suspenseful music playing]
Hello.
Thank you.
All I can tell you
is we gave our best.
MAN (ON RADIO): OK,
you gave it your best.
That's all a man can do.
Stay put.
I'll pick you up.
- Yes, sir.
Roger that.
Thank you.
No problem.
10-4.
Yeah, Buzzard?
This is E.
BUZZARD (ON RADIO): Yes, sir.
Go for Buzzard.
Over.
I think we've located
our problem tribe.
There's no time to get
our project to site.
I need fire power in the air.
BUZZARD (ON RADIO):
Right away, sir.
Requesting coordinates.
Over.
RAKA: OK, Ann.
Before I go back to the Jeep,
what are we looking for?
ANN: We're looking
for what North found.
And that is?
Oh, you're a leper.
Oh, come on, Raka.
Be serious.
I'm seriously not following.
Look, if I know
North, he thinks
that whatever gave me
these delightful hickies
also caused my rapid recovery.
And that could be worth a
pretty penny in New York.
And I think it might be what
our friends in the dune buggy
were trying to protect.
[dramatic music playing]
[indistinct background chatter]
Ezekial, you son of a bitch.
Run!
[screaming]
[shouting]
[screaming]
[instrumental music playing]
[chuckling]
PILOT (ON LOUDSPEAKER): Welcome
on board to Interamerica's
flight 71 to New York City.
We'll try to make the
next 10 hours of flight
as pleasant as possible.
I've been informed we
have some turbulence
for about the first 100 miles,
but we should be able to get
through that pretty quick.
Please, if you would, keep
your seatbelts fastened.
Refrain from using any personal
electronics here until we
get out of the rough stuff.
Thanks for flying Interamerica.
Sir?
Sir?
Yes?
Your laptop?
Yes, it is.
Thanks for asking.
[high-pitched sound]
The hell was that?
[growling]
Oh, shit.
RAKA: Is that what
I think it is?
[growling]
ANN: Ideas?
No.
[growling]
This has not been my week.
[growls]
[buzzing]
[speaking portuguese]
Demons from the sky.
[buzzing]
Let's get the hell out of here.
[buzzing]
[exclaims] You know,
three years traveling
to this backward-ass
continent, I've yet
to finish a complete drink.
[sighs]
[rumbling]
MAN: Jesus Christ.
You guys try to hit
every bump or what?
[beeping]
Oh, shit.
Shit.
Shit.
[beeping]
[exhales]
[chuckles]
Have-- have Bonnie and Michelle
check on the passengers.
MAN (ON RADIO): Yes, sir.
Oh.
PILOT (ON LOUDSPEAKER):
Interamerica passengers
flight 71, this is
your captain speaking.
Sorry for the bumpy ride.
We'll try to avoid any more
turbulence in the future.
In the meantime, please
keep your seatbelts fastened
and refrain from moving
around the cabin.
Thank you.
Have you ever seen
anything like that?
Oh, yeah.
I just forgot to tell you.
Wonder if there's any
openings for cameramen
in the Middle East.
Pick up the phone, lunatic.
[phone ringing]
You don't mind if I
answer this, do you?
I think we're out
of the rough stuff.
Be my guest.
Thanks.
Hello?
ANN (ON PHONE): Maniac.
You didn't do what
I think you did?
Ann?
Hi, how are you?
You didn't do it, did you?
You haven't read about the
honey shortage in New York,
have you?
It's a terrible thing.
ANN (ON PHONE): Are
you out of your mind?
Do you have any idea
what those bees can do?
DR. NORTH (ON PHONE): Do
I know what they can do?
Sweetheart, you were covered
with stings from them
and your tissue healed
at a remarkable rate.
You know, by all rights,
you should be dead now.
More times than you'll know.
Do you have any
idea what this little
find will be worth to the
pharmaceutical community?
And I'm sure you understand this
couldn't possibly be trusted
to some third-world facility.
Oh, no.
Only the best for my
little bee-auties.
You sick monkey.
You've got to--
Oh, Ann, we're breaking up.
I think we're going
into a tunnel.
Look, when I get to New
York, I'll give you a buzz.
Asshole.
Women.
[phone ringing]
Scott Turner.
Scotty, big problem.
Ann, what's wrong?
Something very dangerous is on
a plane to New York right now.
SCOTT (ON PHONE): Hold on.
Slow down now.
What plane and what's dangerous?
Bees, Scotty, killer bees.
[suspenseful music playing]
[buzzing]
GIRL: (WHISPERING) Oh
no, he's coming this way.
We weren't
properly introduced.
I'm Adam.
What did you say your name was?
I didn't.
She's Sandy.
Quit it.
[chuckling]
So Sandy, maybe when
we get back to New York,
we could get together, you
know, for dinner maybe.
Dinner?
Breakfast too,
depending on how it goes.
Uh, Alex?
Adam.
Adam.
Can I be blunt with you?
I prefer it.
Good.
Because I'd rather run my towel
over a midget wrestler's hair
butt than spend one more second
this close to a geek like you.
OK, Alex?
Oh.
You just lost your
chance at dinner.
Deep regret.
Oh, sir.
I'll be out in a snap, OK?
[sighs]
Hey.
Hey.
Well, that's the
third one we've passed.
RAKA: What's that?
A deserted town.
Where are all the people?
You know, it's a
reasonable question.
This whole thing gets
weirder and weirder.
ANN: Turn on your
phone, you bloody idiot.
[buzzing]
Mister?
Yeah?
Can I ask you a question?
Well, you can't jump in front.
No.
It's more like advice.
Advice, huh?
Not exactly the father
knows best type,
if you know what I mean.
That's all right.
Do you understand women?
I mean, like, how to treat
them so that they'll like you?
I'll tell you what.
You give me your number.
And when I figure women
out, I'll call you.
Great.
Yeah.
So expect a call
in, like, never.
Thanks.
No problem.
Maybe I'll just
stick to my computers.
What is that guy
doing in there?
[buzzing]
What's that?
[buzzing]
Ow.
Probably hemorrhoids.
You ready for this, Casper?
What did he say?
RAKA: Well, you did get
your hickies from the demons
from the sky, which
makes you highly
unpopular with the
townspeople because you
should be six feet under.
Right.
Rumor has it that
after you were stung,
you were taken away
by shadow people.
Oh.
Wonderful.
[suspenseful music playing]
Are you OK?
Shit.
Get the captain.
You want to look
for the shadow people?
Absolutely.
Why?
Well, it's obvious.
They must have a serum.
They saved my life
with something.
That's great.
They can open a drugstore,
call it Spook and Save.
- Raka.
- Ann, they could be cannibals.
Raka, if those bees get out on
that plane, hundreds could die.
And if they breed in New
York, it could be millions.
That's not fair.
All right, but I'm driving.
[mumbling]
Well, just, you know,
heard this really loud bang
and then he came out like that.
Did you hear anything else?
Just the electric
shaver, that's it.
WOMAN: Have you
seen my headphones?
Yes.
There they are, my
dear, down there.
[buzzing]
[screaming]
Now what the hell's going on?
You have to warn the pilot.
Ann, my people
have been trying.
Interamerica hasn't heard of
any problems with that flight.
They're inclined to let
them complete the trip
and handle the
situation in New York.
Scotty, if they don't
bring that plane back soon,
it's going to be
out over the water.
And if anything does
happen, they're screwed.
I know.
I know.
And we are working on it, OK?
Now, shouldn't you be resting?
Yeah, well I have to
meet some people first.
SCOTT (ON PHONE): What people?
Shadow people.
What?
What, are you kidding me?
ANN (ON PHONE):
No, I wish I were.
You know where they are?
Well, I think so.
The [inaudible]
shaman told Raka.
Why?
I-- I don't know.
I just heard they were
hard to find, that's all.
Why are you looking for them?
Well, I think they
must have an antidote.
If anything does happen,
we have to be ready.
Got to let us know
what's going on.
In a minute, sir.
Are you sure?
This is the third time I've
been over the passenger list.
If there's a doctor
on this flight,
he doesn't want to be known.
Captain, we got
to land this thing.
You're in my chopper.
I'll have a beer or two.
Buzzard?
Si?
BUZZARD (ON RADIO): Yes, sir.
Go for Buzzard.
Over.
- Yeah.
We've got a problem.
A little bit of our
project has flown the coop.
[buzzing]
Sao Paolo, this
is Interamerica 71.
We have a medical emergency
on board, two passengers down.
Need medical assistance,
authorization return.
Over.
MAN (ON RADIO): Flight 71,
maintain current course.
The hell is going
on down there?
[suspenseful music playing]
EZEKIAL: Well, sir,
let me give you
three reasons why you hired me.
I know how to improvise.
I'm quick on my feet.
And I'm a natural born asshole.
[chuckles]
[dramatic music playing]
[gunfire]
[screaming]
[yelling]
[gunfire]
[groaning]
[gunfire]
[buzzing]
[coughing]
Why don't you guys
go back to your seats?
I can look after
him for a while.
[buzzing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[groaning]
What now?
[indistinct chatter]
[groaning]
Somebody help me.
He's choking.
Come on.
Get it out.
Come on.
Get it out.
There you go.
Get him a glass of
water, would you?
All right.
Just breathe, OK?
Deep breaths, you're
going to be OK.
Breathe.
ADAM: Mr. Bauer?
Yeah, kid?
I think you need to see this.
What is it, chicken wing?
ADAM: No.
It's a bee.
Bee?
A bee?
Oh my god.
You.
Yes, me.
Molested anybody
else's wife lately?
Stay back.
How about if I just wipe
that smirk off your face
right here in first class, huh?
You don't know what
you're dealing with.
Oh, no.
You don't know what
you're dealing--
This isn't helping, morons.
Fellas?
(BOTH) What?
Look.
Got a bee on your neck, pal.
Get it off!
[dramatic sounds]
You OK?
[dramatic music playing]
Here, take this.
You're going to get a call.
What?
This is Interamerica's
flight 71.
Come in, Sao Paolo tower.
Any ideas?
Well, all the attacks
have occurred in coach.
So maybe if we move
everybody up to first class
and try to find some way to seal
it off, maybe that will work.
Might buy us some time.
All right.
You're in charge out there.
OK.
OK, executive decision.
Let's turn this
around and head back.
I'm not going over
water like this.
[DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
PLAYING]
[DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
PLAYING]
RAKA: Something that
shaman told me back
in town kind of freaked me out.
What's that?
Legend has it that the
shadow people are led
by a white demon named Savior.
Yeah?
RAKA: And the shaman
told me that Savior
carried you in his arms.
Now, you're possessed by him.
Oh.
So I've got that going for me.
[phone dialing]
Oh my god, it's ringing.
[buzzing]
MAN: This will never work.
MARTIN: Yeah, got
any better ideas?
MAN: Duct tape.
[chuckling]
Look, maybe if you
just stop bitching.
[phone ringing]
- Mr. Bauer?
Yeah?
Continue this later.
Yeah, hello?
You stupid asshole.
Call me an asshole, bitch.
Martin?
Ann?
You know that person?
It's my wife.
MAN: Oh, great, his wife.
Maybe my mommy will call next.
She'll let us land.
You want to shut
up so I can hear?
Marty?
Ann, calling to talk
to your boyfriend?
That pompous ass
is not my boyfriend.
What are you doing?
Oh, here?
Oh, well I just figured
our reconciliation
went so well that
I should probably
go back home and clean the pizza
boxes off your side of the bed.
You are such a jerk.
MARTIN (ON PHONE): Look, Ann.
I'm kind of busy
here right now, so.
ANN (ON PHONE): Martin,
it's really important
that I speak to Dr. North.
Well, I don't think
you're going to have a very
enlightening conversation.
You see, Dr. North
is doing his best
not to swallow his own tongue.
Oh my god, the bees got out?
How in the hell do
you know about that?
ANN (ON PHONE): It's
too long to explain.
Is anybody else hurt?
Yeah.
We got four down so far.
And from the looks of
them, I don't even think
they're going to make the meal.
Listen, I don't think we can
keep the bees out of the cabin
much longer.
We got to land this thing.
Well, I'm working on that.
And I think I found a serum.
We'll meet you
wherever you land.
Deal.
It will be good
to see you again.
Oh, yeah?
You too.
Bye.
ANN (ON PHONE): Bye.
[phone ringing]
Scott Turner.
Scotty, how come that plane
is not on the ground yet?
I told you.
We are trying.
We are trying very hard.
[shouts]
SCOTT (ON PHONE): For
Christ's sake, what was that?
I'm going to have
to get back to you.
SCOTT (ON PHONE): Ann?
Ann?
- So now what?
Walk, I guess.
I was afraid you
were going to say that.
[suspenseful music playing]
- Raka?
- Ann?
We're more than 100 miles from
the eastern border, aren't we?
RAKA: Probably two.
ANN: And the new
superhighway is only supposed
to run 100 miles, right?
That's what I
heard in the news.
So why is there all this
road construction equipment way
out here?
- That's a good question.
[jungle sounds]
Let's go.
All right.
How's it going?
Done?
Well, as done as I could do
with duct tape and blankets.
Let's take a look.
Your controls.
OK.
Thanks for the info.
Out.
I know why they
won't let us land.
I just talked to
a friend of mine
over at Ecuadorian
Internationals.
Rumor is we're carrying
a type of virus,
like the Ebola or something.
- What?
PILOT: Somebody got
a call from the US
State Department confirming.
US State Department?
PILOT: No one's ever going
to let us land if they
think we have a virus on board.
Looks like we're
on our own up here.
Can help you, sir?
Oh, I'm sure you can.
I'm positive there's
a passenger that
needs a barf bag or a pillow.
Why don't you go find--
I think everyone is OK, sir.
Why don't you
return to your seat?
No can do, sky waitress.
I'm here to see the captain.
Well, he's very busy now, sir.
Look, Kristi, love.
You either move out
of my way or I'm
going to be forced to
put you on the low rent
section of this bus.
Do you know what I mean?
Of course I do, sir.
[groans]
Now, let me tell
you what I need.
First, the name is
Michelle, not Kristi, love.
Second, this is Interamerica's
flight number 71, not
some rickety, old southern bus.
Third, when I tell
you to take your seat,
it is for your safety,
as well as the safety
of others around you.
Sir, we're going
to be landing soon.
Let me put your tray in it's--
[groans]
--locked position.
Thank you for flying
Interamericas.
Have a nice day.
[sighs] Now what?
Let's go check the blankets.
[suspenseful music playing]
MAN: [groaning]
Tell him we're not
going to hurt him.
[speaking portuguese]
I understand he's a shaman.
He must be a proud man.
Is he wise too?
[speaking portuguese]
Do you know who I am?
[speaking portuguese]
I'm the asshole.
[speaking portuguese]
Ask him about
the shadow people.
[speaking portuguese]
Where are they?
Por favor.
Por favor.
Por favor my ass.
I know you know where they are.
Point it out on the map.
[speaking portuguese]
Do you know what this is?
[non-english].
It shoots people.
Sir, you're wasting
our time here.
He doesn't know.
[shouting]
EZEKIAL: Now, this kid, he's
got a three-year-old daughter.
I know him and I
don't even know you.
[suspenseful music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
Once upon a time.
Eenie, meenie, miney, mo.
SHAMAN: [non-english speech]
Shadow people.
[dramatic music playing]
Hey, Mr. Ezekial, take
a look at this place.
[suspenseful music playing]
EZEKIAL: These aren't the
coordinates the shaman gave me.
Looks like someone screwed up.
Buzzard?
It's E.
BUZZARD (ON RADIO): Yes, sir.
I'm in the air.
Go ahead.
EZEKIAL: I have another
assignment for you.
Burn them down.
BUZZARD (ON RADIO): Yes, sir.
Requesting coordinates.
Over.
[instrumental music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
[screaming]
I thought you could
use a pick me up.
PILOT: Oh, great.
Thanks, Bonnie.
No problem.
[suspenseful music playing]
So far we've got, you know,
everything sealed off from here
on down, but I
don't know how we're
going to get behind this--
[rumbling]
[shouting]
[air rushing]
Get him off the control.
Shit.
[beeping]
[dramatic music playing]
Holy shit.
Rick?
Oh my god.
How the--
Look.
PILOT: Get-- get it.
ADAM: Mr. Bauer?
[buzzing]
What is that?
I don't think
our friends liked
that last bump in the road.
[suspenseful music playing]
[buzzing]
MARTIN: God.
[buzzing]
Shit.
Going to need some help here.
[shouts]
[buzzing]
[screaming]
Oh my god.
[buzzing]
Naomi.
[shouting]
Eat this and that.
Come on.
You want a piece of this?
And that, you want some of this?
You don't want none of this.
[buzzing]
Come and get some of this.
Take that and that.
[suspenseful music playing]
Buzzard, it's E.
BUZZARD (ON RADIO):
Go for Buzzard.
The ocean is out.
Our vitamin bee project has
made an unscheduled U-turn.
Can you drop them
somewhere else?
BUZZARD (ON RADIO):
Recommendation, sir?
Somewhere nice and quiet.
BUZZARD (ON RADIO): How
about [inaudible] Negro?
Over.
- Sounds good to me.
Right, sir.
EZEKIAL: 10-4.
BUZZARD (ON RADIO):
This is Buzzard out.
I love this job.
[laughs]
[dramatic music playing]
That could be them.
Do you ever get the
feeling that we're--
Ann?
[suspenseful music playing]
[jungle sounds]
I do not like this.
I'm with you.
Come on.
[suspenseful music playing]
[jungle sounds]
Ideas?
Just got to think.
[suspenseful music playing]
I have an idea.
Yeah?
Run.
[dramatic music playing]
Go, go, go.
Think we lost him.
I think we lost him.
Ow, what?
Game over.
[dramatic music playing]
This is not good.
Any other bright ideas?
None right now.
I'll let you know.
Hi, fellas.
Is there an Ann Bauer with us?
What the hell was that?
Is there an Ann Bauer with us?
So you're breaking hearts
way out here too, huh?
Ow.
I'm Ann Bauer.
MAN: Ann Bauer,
nice to see you when
you're not bleeding to death.
[suspenseful music playing]
I'm Savior.
Meet the shadow people.
PILOT: How's everybody doing?
Well, the bathroom
guy's just about gone.
What about you?
I can't even get anybody
to answer me anymore.
It's like we're the
pariah of the sky.
The natives are getting
restless back there.
What do you want
me to tell them?
Tell them to screw it.
I can't set her down now because
there's mountains all over.
An hour south of
here is farm land.
It should be bumpy, but safe.
I'm setting her down.
OK.
[suspenseful music playing]
Whoa.
Careful.
You think those are
there to freak me out?
Because if they
are, it's working.
Those are Okupis,
poison dart frogs.
Poison dart frogs, great.
Their bile is dipped
on the tips of darts,
strongest poison in the jungle.
Ann, if that's the strongest
poison in the jungle,
why is she putting
it in drinking jugs?
[suspenseful music playing]
7165 west, 0079 north.
Got that?
Is it clear?
You'll see us half a click
away from the village.
10-4.
[dramatic music playing]
But you're a doctor.
A small and
exclusive practice.
This is ridiculous.
[instrumental music playing]
I wish you had
not come, Ann Bauer.
[sighs] Well, I
didn't have a choice.
You have the serum.
If you don't help us, everyone
on that plane will be dead.
I have greater
concerns than that.
Greater concerns?
Much.
I'm trying to save a region
that is being systematically
destroyed by your kind.
Pollution from your factories
is killing our people,
poisoning our river,
driving us from our land.
You're killing us for
your precious oil.
This is one small example
of your government's
policy of sacrificing
the environment
for corporate greed.
Savior, I'm on your side.
These are ordinary people.
This isn't about politics.
Blank people,
they're not my concern.
Blank people?
Blank people-- blank
in color, blank in honor,
blank in soul, blank.
Savior, please.
My-- someone very close
to me is on that plane.
Blank.
[melancholy music playing]
Oh, no.
He's OK, right?
He's OK, right?
[sobbing]
Come here.
We're going to get out of here.
I promise.
It's OK.
[dramatic music playing]
One potato, two
potato, three potato.
All right, boys,
make some noise.
[suspenseful music playing]
Now I must ask you
to go and never return.
Savior, give us the serum.
We'll leave and I swear
we'll never return.
[explosion]
You idiot, you were followed.
[groaning]
[dramatic music playing]
[shouting]
[screaming]
Yeah, boss?
We're getting no
resistance here.
I think five minutes
should do it.
[dramatic music playing]
[shouting]
[groaning]
[melancholy music playing]
[chuckles] Nothing like
a few well-placed rounds.
[vocal music playing]
[suspenseful music playing]
Ann Bauer.
Ann, read about
you in the paper.
You hurt?
[yells]
Ann?
Son of a--
[groans]
EZEKIAL: Sorry, you were saying?
You're the guy who
does the videos, huh?
Who do you think you are?
Are you like a genius or a fool?
This is my business.
Nobody gets to shoot anything or
anybody without my permission.
Kiss my ass.
You know what this is?
It's a gun that can
kill you very quickly.
[groans]
ANN: Raka!
RAKA: Ow.
Nice shooting, Pedro.
The hell is going
on here, Ezekial?
Thank god.
This man is crazy.
Sorry, we're just
cleaning up the mess.
Scotty.
Just give me a second, Ann.
So this is Savior.
God, I have been looking
forward to meeting you, sir.
All right.
All of them, outside, now.
ANN: Why, Scotty?
SCOTT: Reasonable request.
I'll indulge.
Buddy Savior's been a
huge pain in the poo-poo
with these raids on
our oil interests.
Now, with the cross-country
highway going in,
we couldn't have any
more of his shenanigans.
[phone ringing]
MARTIN: What?
ANN (ON PHONE): Cross country?
- Ann?
ANN (ON PHONE): What
happened to 100 miles,
separate but protected?
Well, we really couldn't call
it Operation Manifest Destiny
now, could we?
Think of the PR.
No, no, no.
That road's going cross
country, sweetheart,
all along the Amazon.
Ann, what's going on?
But why?
Ann, do you have any idea the
amount of oil in that region?
More than Texas and Alaska.
We need a protected
shipping lane.
We can't have these savages
taking over any time they want.
No, no.
That costs money.
So all this is about
a little bit of money?
No, Ann.
This is about a
great deal of money.
$14 billion these low lifes
have cost American businesses.
I think that quite
frankly, enough's enough.
How do the bees come in?
Well, we needed a
clean way to clear
the people from our jungle.
So you went au natural?
SCOTT (ON PHONE): Right.
We genetically engineered
these babies, breeding
only the meanest, the toughest.
And we engineered in a
very short lifespan, only
about a week and a half.
They're better than
chemical weapons
because they leave
no fingerprints.
In fact, they're the
perfect soldiers.
They-- they kill
fast, then they die.
You sound like a proud father.
SCOTT: Oh, I am.
And I am also very
proud of you too.
Really?
SCOTT: Yes, really.
We've been looking for old
pale face and his posse
here for some time.
Who'd have thought the
chick I was trying to bang
would lead me right to him?
I'd get that foot out
of my head if I were you.
Pity.
Anyway, the only thing
we didn't count on
was your Doctor
Daffy taking home bit
of our project as a souvenir.
Which reminds me, what is
the status of that plane?
Oh, they're waiting
for your word, sir.
Good.
Shoot it down.
Martin, you have
to land the plane.
Bitch.
Ann?
Damn it.
[dramatic music playing]
Captain, we got a major problem.
Buzzard?
BUZZARD (ON RADIO):
Go for Buzzard.
Shoot that puppy down.
[gunfire]
You got to put it down.
And where do you
suggest I do that?
How should I know?
I'm not the pilot.
You are.
- We're over mountains.
There's nowhere.
Yeah, well, I
don't know about you,
but I'd rather take my chances
with mountains than missile.
Well, maybe you should
fly the goddamn plane.
All right, well,
maybe I should.
Hey, guys?
I've been listening.
I got an idea.
Hey.
Am I going to die?
Yes, you are, just not today.
MARTIN: I'm sorry,
just tell me again.
Well, it's actually
quite simple.
Every plane has an
onboard computer, right?
So?
So the onboard computer
generates a signal so that air
traffic knows where we are.
And this is probably locked
on to that right now.
So you're going to
turn off that signal?
No, I don't think
I want to do that.
I'm going to duplicate
it, you know,
screw with the missile's mind.
This thing won't let me in.
PILOT: I got the missile,
100 miles in closing.
Check your gloves,
check your boots,
make sure that absolutely
no skin is showing.
Ezekial?
[chuckling] Sir, bees
are allergic to me.
Whatever.
Let's do this.
Looking over my shoulder
is definitely not helping.
Goodbye, Ann.
Goodbye, Savior.
SAVIOR: Scotty?
There's a little
problem with your plan.
You do know I found an antidote?
Did you now?
Yeah, I did.
It's all around you.
Give me a little hint.
Poison from the Okapi
frog, dart poison.
Bees hate it,
won't come near it.
PILOT: 70 miles.
ADAM: OK, and then--
Now what?
Now we screw with its mind.
Come on, duplicate.
Duplicate.
See, Okapi poison not
only acts as a repellent,
it breaks down the
bees' venom before it
can shut down major organs.
Amazing thing is,
I found out later,
it also speeds up
tissue regrowth.
Gave some to Ann the night
these bastards shot her.
Really helped with her healing.
[beeping]
55 miles.
Keep doing it.
Going as fast as I can.
Now, I want you--
get the hell off my land.
Look.
[buzzing]
[shouting]
[beeping]
It's working.
How far?
PILOT: 40 miles.
[buzzing]
[screaming]
[buzzing]
30 miles.
[beeping]
[buzzing]
Seven miles.
It's going to be close.
[suspenseful music playing]
Boy, you're ugly.
[shouts]
[vocal music playing]
PILOT: One mile.
Hang on.
[screaming]
[shouting]
[beeping]
[screaming]
PILOT: No, no, no, no, no.
Pull it back.
I'm trying.
Pull it back.
You got it.
- I got it.
- You got it.
[laughing]
Yeah!
[laughs]
Yeah.
[instrumental music playing]
(ALL) Yeah!
Yeah!
[laughing]
It's Ann.
Hey.
Martin?
I don't think I've
ever been this
thrilled to hear your voice.
Yeah, well, same here.
We literally dodged a bullet
on that one, thanks to you.
ANN (ON PHONE): No charge.
Actually, you can
pay me back later.
I'll be the one with the serum.
I can't wait.
I love y--
Ann?
Yeah.
How are we supposed to
get this stuff to the plane?
We will walk if we have to.
We're going to try.
Ann.
[instrumental music playing]
This is going to
save lives, doctor,
human lives, flesh and blood.
You know, a real doctor still
gives a shit about human lives,
blank or not.
You know, flew medivacs
in 'Nam, '68 through '71.
Got over 500 kids out.
If there's a helicopter I can't
fly, I ain't found it yet.
Let's go.
[buzzing]
I'm afraid I got some
bad news on my end.
What's happened?
Explosion cracked a line.
We're losing fuel.
Great.
PILOT: I'm open to ideas,
but I think we have to land,
take our chances.
These can't get everybody.
I have an idea.
There you go, just
like riding a bike.
I hope not.
Why?
I always crash my bikes.
[instrumental music playing]
PILOT: You're
talking about opening
a door of a plane in flight.
We'll start to drop,
possibly even crash.
Well, not before the
bees are sucked out.
OK.
Who's the idiot who's going
to open the back door?
If he doesn't get
stung to death,
he's probably going to get
sucked out with the bees.
Mr. Idiot, at your service.
Shit.
SAVIOR (ON RADIO):
[inaudible] flight 71.
This is Savior on route
with serum and med supplies.
Say heading and
altitude, please.
Over.
PILOT (ON RADIO): Hello, Savior.
This is flight 71 heading
300 and flight level 125,
approximately three miles
southwest of Lago Dos Pedros.
Over.
SAVIOR (ON RADIO):
Roger that, flight 71.
Should be in position
to rendezvous
in approximately seven minutes.
PILOT (ON RADIO):
Copy that, Savior.
See you soon.
RAKA: Why did you and
your husband break up?
Martin always cared more
about himself than anyone else.
And that doesn't make
for a good father.
I never looked at him and
thought, you're my hero.
I need that.
[suspenseful music playing]
[buzzing]
There they are.
[phone ringing]
Yeah?
Guess what I'm
looking at right now.
MARTIN (ON PHONE):
I got no clue.
ANN: The rear end of a plane.
MARTIN (ON PHONE): Oh, yeah?
Listen, Ann, I've been thinking.
Uh oh.
Now listen to me, OK?
I'm serious.
I-- I think I'm ready.
Ready for what?
You know, you, me,
baby makes three,
you know, Sundays at the park,
you know, the whole thing.
Martin.
MARTIN (ON PHONE): You know--
you know, weekends
at Coney Island.
Martin?
MARTIN (ON PHONE):
Or you know, sports.
I mean, you don't have any
problems with pee wee football,
do you?
- Martin?
What?
How about dinner?
No commitments
further than that, OK?
OK.
See you on the ground.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Bye.
[beeping]
We got to do this now.
Make sure you tie
yourself down with anything
that you have.
We will be opening the rear door
and it will become very windy.
[dramatic music playing]
OK, Rick, I'm all
set and ready to go.
Are you ready?
OK, let's do this thing.
All right.
On three.
One, two, three.
[buzzing]
Shit.
[dramatic music playing]
[air rushing]
[shouting]
Look.
Martin?
[dramatic music playing]
Shit.
[alarm sounding]
Mr. Bauer!
[dramatic music playing]
Mr. Bauer, grab my hand.
ANN: Climb, Martin.
Come on.
Climb, climb.
ADAM: You're almost there.
Grab my hand.
All right.
[instrumental music playing]
Mr. Bauer?
Yeah.
Adam, you are beautiful.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT:
All passengers,
take your seats now.
Interlace your fingers
behind your neck
and put your head
between your knees.
This is going to be
a very bumpy landing.
[laughs] You did it,
you son of a bitch.
Rick?
Please take your seat.
Oh my god.
[dramatic music playing]
OK, if you're going to sit
up here, you got to work.
No problem.
Just got to tell me what to do.
What's our altitude?
Where?
Dial in the center.
MARTIN: Just under 2,000 feet.
Now, lower the landing gear.
Where?
Lever by your left knee.
Yeah.
That's it.
Done.
They're landing, Savior.
They're landing.
[DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
PLAYING]
Rick?
Rick!
Huh?
Pull back on the throttle,
lever in the center.
Easy, easy.
OK, sorry.
It's my first time.
- OK.
- How's that?
That's great.
When we hit the ground, you push
that lever by your left foot
down with all your might.
You got it.
Hold on.
[dramatic music playing]
Hold on.
[shouts]
[rumbling]
Get ready.
It's going to be a rough one.
[dramatic music playing]
[shouting]
[beeping]
[shouting]
[beeping]
[shouting]
[instrumental music playing]
MAN: Oh my god, we're alive.
We made it.
Oh my god, we made it.
[instrumental music playing]
Yeah!
Yeah!
SAVIOR: There we go, little one.
Yeah.
ANN: Feels pretty
good, huh, doc?
Yeah, blank or not.
[instrumental music playing]
[clears throat]
MARTIN: Hey.
[clears throat]
Raka, this is Martin Bauer.
This is my husband.
The hero.
The hero.
All right, bee stings.
Sure, yeah.
What do you say we
get out of here?
Hmm, fabulous idea.
[chuckling]
Was that it?
Is what it?
Is that how you treat a woman?
Oh.
[instrumental music playing]
That's it.
So that's how
you treat a woman.
Thanks, Mr. B.
[instrumental music playing]
[instrumental music playing]