You're making a big mistake.
Story of my life.
You're making a big mistake.
Story of my life.
Where did they get that stuff?
Russia.
Don't the Russians have controls on that kind of thing?
You'd faint if you knew. A few months ago, somebody got a warhead out of a missile-dismantlement facility in a place called -...
Sergijev Posad. Not far from Moscow. Beautiful churches there.
Anyway, somebody who knew what they were doing modified it. Dumped it on some guys who run a place here called The Jolly Jackal.
The bar?
That bar has more AK-47s than Budweiser.
What makes you think this is the first time?
Never mind which time this is. The important thing is we got those assholes trapped at the airport, and until we say further, no plane is taking off.
You can do that?
I'll tell you who did it. It's probably some goddamn kids. 'Cause these goddamn kids today, they all got goddamn guns, and they're all sniffing glue!
Any additional insights, Mr. Herk? Any information can help us to protect you.
I seriously doubt that you or any other member of the police force in this town could protect their own dicks with both hands.
Thank you for that observation.
I'm not gonna arrest you, Matt, unless Mrs. Herk wants to press charges.
Hey, kids.
I want to press charges! Cuff him!
My hands are kind of full right now, what with holding my dick and all.
{Having been sprayed by a hallucinogenic toad, Arthur is hallucinating that his dog possesses the head of Martha Stewart]
Oh, my God! She's coming to get me!
The dog, sir?
No, not that! Her!
Who?
You know! Her!
Herk, Herk, Herk! Herk!
Oh, my God, she knows my name... She knows everything! She's come to take my soul!
Mr. Herk, this is important...
Please don't let her take my soul!
What the hell's he talking about?
I don't know.
How close did he get to that toad?
Like face first.
Beufotin. Hell of a hallucination. He's gone and he's not coming back.
growls
Discovery Channel.
Good thing you ran away, Arthur, you might have gotten wet.
Shut up!
Easy...
Don't tell me easy, this is my goddamn house!
And these are my handcuffs, and if you don't take it easy, you'll be wearing my handcuffs in your goddamn house.
You're going to shoot that plane down? You can't do this! There's innocent people on that plane!
If that nuke goes off over Freeport, many innocent people die. Now, nobody likes this, okay? But this has been discussed, believe me, as high as it can be, every scenario, and this is the only way out.
How soon?
When the plane's over the Gulf Stream. Three minutes.
Well, what about the kid's father? Maybe he made it onto the plane.
Let's say he did. Is he, by any chance, familiar with a Russian nuclear warhead with a plutonium rod encased in a terillium core?
I believe he's in advertising.