Hijack (1998) - full transcript

Federal agent,
search warrant--

you're all under arrest.

OK, it's all clear.

You guys see
anything over there?

All clear over here.

OK, let's go!

[gun shots]

[inaudible] down!
We're engaged!

We're engaged!

[gun shots]

Get the hell outta here.



[gun shots]

Cover me!

[grunting]

Get Anderson outta here!

I got these guys.

[gun shots]

Call for back-up!

Get outta here!

What do you think, Eddie?

He's in there.

I can smell him.

Good.

Let's pull back and wait
for the rest of the team.

Come on.



Ah, you wait to negotiate
with this asshole,

we'll be here all month.

That's an order, Eddie.

You stand down.
Eddie!

I'm going in.

Son of a bitch!

He's in!

Let's go.

[gun shots]

[clicking]

He slipped the hook.

- Give me your weapons, Eddie.
- Relax, John.

Hand over your
weapons, or I'll

have these men
take them from you.

[alarm]

Thank you, Eddie.

Thank you for that.

Oh, shit.

Senator Douglas Wilson
shown here with media

advisor Valerie Miller--

my hair looks like shit.

I didn't have a chance to thank
you for that wake up call.

Don't mention it.

I don't have to be
up this early, Eddie.

I am not going to sit
around today watching

you feel sorry for yourself.

I've got a lot to do
before the train leaves.

Did you talk to that attorney?

Yep, I talked to him.

He said he feels the
agency has a pretty

strong case against me.

He also thinks Gathers
is just trying to get

me out of his field unit.

He says, if I take a
desk job, he thinks

he'll take me off suspension.

I told him he may
as well shoot me.

How much longer you want
to keep playing cowboy?

Until I see
Anderson in custody.

Thing's like a cancer, Eddie,
eating you from the inside.

Why don't you just let it go?

Because I can't.

You sure you don't want
to go on this trip with me?

It'd be a good chance
for us to get away.

No, thanks.

Sitting on a train watching
you play spin control

for the senator's pet
projects is not exactly

my idea of having a good time.

That's not what this
trip's about, Eddie.

It's not what I'm about.

[door slams]

You see, Americans
do have rights.

We have the right to live
and work in our homes,

in our businesses,
in our schools

without the fear of
being shot to death.

Americans are tired
of being terrorized,

tired of living with
death in our streets,

and our cities, and our towns.

And yes, we will get the
guns out of the streets.

REPORTER (ON TV):
Senator, we're all

aware of the tragic deaths
of your wife and son

at the hands of street gangs.

Was this an important
factor in your decision

to sponsor the bill?

My wife and son
were volunteering

at a East LA clinic the
night they were murdered.

For months, they had worked
there trying to save lives.

And they often spoke
of the innocent victims

dead from gunshot wounds,
dead from drive-by shootings.

REPORTER (ON TV): Doesn't this
make a convenient selling point

for your bill?

[inaudible]

Convenient-- there's nothing
convenient about kneeling next

to the bodies of
your wife and child,

helpless while their life
blood spills into the streets.

And it was apathy like
that that murdered

them as sure as the bullets.

That'll be all for today.

Before we discuss our
mission, there is another matter

that must be dealt with.

The ATF came dangerously
close to our mission

three months ago.

It was with a last minute
intervention by one of you

that I was able to escape.

Still, one of you gave me away.

Now, gentlemen, ours is a
brotherhood of vengeance.

And we shall remain true,
or we all shall perish.

Now, I have done a little
investigation of my own,

and I have found our Judas.

[gun shots]

Carl, do we have the
senator's security?

Fortunately, the senator
continues to refuse

Secret Service protection.

His staff has employed
a private firm.

They've assigned one
man to the train.

By the time the train leaves the
station, that man will be me.

Excellent.

Luke, do we have a
layout of the train?

We sure as shittin' do.

I've got to thank my old boss
at West Rail, Mr. Matthew Clark

Meyer, for supplying
us with his layout,

direct from central
computer, too.

Now, the senator's
car is at the end.

Now, it used to be
called a caboose,

but-- you know, politicians
should be in cabooses,

don't you think?
I don't know.

Here's a diner.

Then we got the press car,
the baggage, and the engine.

Now, the guard's gonna be
posted between the senator's

car and the diner.

But, of course, that
guard's gonna be designated

[inaudible] here by Carl.

Can we control the rail
system from the control room?

Well, now that would
be the expertise of Mr.

Harold Howard over there.

Mm-hm.

Yeah, we're gonna-- we're gonna
sneak into his train's computer

and steal some codes.

And that allows us to access
West Rail's mainframe.

We're gonna up-link
via satellite.

And, at that point,
our little train goes

dark on all their computers.

Presto.

Clear sailing from then on,
all the way to the target.

DAVID ANDERSON: Jack, the bomb--

Ah, yes, the bomb--

good.

We got an adjustable timer on
the detonator, big fucking bang

any time you want it, Dave.

Oh, did I forgot to
mention it's a nuke?

Lots of radiation,
so watch your balls.

That means you, Luke.

I'll try to keep
an eye out for 'em.

Looking great, thanks.

What do you have on
the elusive Mr. Anderson?

Uh, West Virginia
lead didn't play out.

Start from scratch?

What about our informant?

Called from Lancaster
about a week ago,

but haven't heard
a thing since then.

You know, uh, Lyman seems
to think that Anderson's

still in California.

Lyman is on indefinite
suspension pending Internal

Affairs review, and
you'll be next if you

don't stop talking to him.

I'm sorry, Frank.

Your father would have
kicked my butt if I'd

have talked to him like that.

The thing is, Lyman is
probably right about Anderson.

So why don't you
give him a call?

[phone ringing]

Lyman--

Eddie, it's John Gathers.

Kiss my ass.

Eddie, we need to talk.

It's important.

You can talk to my lawyer.

I'm going on vacation.

Eddie!

Eddie!

[beep]

Any other ideas?

I don't know what's
keeping the security man.

His firm is well aware
of our departure time.

I don't give a rat's
ass what his excuse is.

Listen, security is
critical on this trip.

And, with this bill,
we got every gun freak

in America on us.

If your private cop isn't
here in the next 15 minutes,

I'm gonna--

Give it a rest, Thomas.

Listen, I'm sure he's
stuck in traffic.

Besides, I don't know why the
security is necessary, anyway.

I'm not the president.

Not yet you're not,
senator-- not yet.

Ah, the press.

Senator--

Jennifer Benton,
star network anchor--

what brings you out
from behind your desk?

Sweeps.

She's doing a
series on your bill.

Ah, and who's this?

This is my daughter Melinda.

What?

JENNIFER BENTON: Say
hello to the senator.

Hello.

Hi.

Future leaders
of our country--

she's studying journalism
in high school.

Ah, following in her
mother's lovely footsteps.

Uh, actually no.

I'm just trying to help
her pass her course.

Uh, this is my
shooter, Steve Baker.

Pleasure, Senator,
how are you?

Steve, how are you doing?

STEVE: Good, thanks.

Roger Tate, World Syndicate--

Mr. Tate, I have
your book on Vietnam.

It reads like you were there.

I was.

So was I. Well, I'll
see you all on the train.

You know, it's great
having a friendly face,

even if it is the press.

Well, I'm not always working.

But the senator is.

We must say our goodbyes.

Thomas, sometime
you have the charm

and wit of a small rodent.

I gotta wait for security.

[toilet flushing]

[grunting]

[glass breaking]

[door opening]

Where do you guys want to sit?

Uh, this is good.

OK, I'll sit back here.

All right.

Say, where's the
bar on this rig?

Just up ahead.

It's not open yet.

Hey, can I have one of those?

You sure can.

Uh, sir-- sir, she's a minor.

And you're violating
Rail policy.

Thank you.

Put it out.

What?

Put it out, Harold.

You're being rude.

Miss Miller?

- Yes.
- Security.

Oh, great.

We've been waiting for you.

Sorry I was late-- a
little trouble there.

That's OK.

Let's get you to
the senator's car.

I'll fill you in
on what to expect.

You bet, yeah.

Give me go.

I'm ready to roll, Captain.

Gentlemen--

Well, it's about time.

This is Carl Howard, our
security man for the trip.

Ah, pleased to
meet your, Carl.

It's an honor
to meet you, sir.

You're welcome to use
any of the facilities

as long as the senator
isn't in conference.

Wrong-- I want him outside
of the car at all times.

We are not paying him to
drink the free whiskey.

I'm sorry, Mr. Howard--

Thomas Grady, our
chief of staff.

A most unpleasant man
when he wants to be.

If it's all the same to you,
I'd prefer to stand outside.

Sure.

Evening, everyone--

Senator.

My name's Dave.

I'm your conductor.
- Pleased to meet you, Dave--

Valerie Miller.

Nice to meet you.

Just making sure everything's
nice and cozy in here.

If you need anything, just yell.

You can be certain
that we will, Dave.

Cheers.

Cutting it pretty close, huh?

Oh, yeah, it's
rush hour out there.

So what outfit are you at?

Outfit?

Newspaper, press Syndicate

Oh-- oh, I'm--

I'm not with anybody.

I just got a friend riding
back there with the senator.

Female friend?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, she's female.

I hope.

Those are probably radio guys.

They've been in the sound
booth a little too long.

7 o'clock--

Throttle up!

You find him?

Yeah, the house is locked up.

Lights are on,
but nobody's home.

Sounds like me about now.

Lyman picked a hell of a
time to go on vacation.

Lancaster Police found
the body of our informant

in the desert near
a roadside bar.

So Lyman was right,
Anderson is in California.

I wish Lyman was here
to say "I told you so."

Have the local law
boys put out an APB

on Anderson's description,
aliases, and so on.

Think it'll help?

You get a better idea?

No, but I'll bet Lyman does.

Well, you'd win the
lottery on those odds.

More coffee, sir?

Um, no, thanks.

No, start with the lead.

A good story needs a lead
line that will grab them.

I know.

How do I get back
to the senator's car.

Well, you can't--

no access til morning.

They got a security
guard back there

that's not letting anyone in.

I think the senator is
prepping his speeches.

Oh.

You know, if you got a
word into the conductor,

maybe he can get a
message back to them.

No, that's all right.

I-- I want to surprise
her, but I don't want

to disturb her work, you know?

Well, suit yourself.

Straw poll says here that the
majority of the American public

agrees with the gun bill.

Great, now all we
have to do is get

them to call their congressmen.

But we can't get half
this country to vote.

Less than half-- the
last election turnout

was a fraction under 47%.

Exactly.

So, we bring out the big guns.

Nice choice of words, Thomas.

What big guns?

Personal tragedy.

No.

Look, Senator, every
American in this country

can identify with the image of
a man cradling his dead wife

and his son in his arms.

It makes 'em cry.

And it makes 'em
very, very angry.

I ask you politely to drop it.

It gets votes!

Yes, and I have to
live with the pain

like a knife in my gut!

If you think I'm going to
take my personal tragedy

and lay it out there in front of
the American public, just to--

This is hardball, Senator.

You want to get
this bill passed?

You want to save lives?

So do it!

You must do anything it takes
to get this bill passed.

Anything but that.

Ugh!

Wait a minute, both of you.

Thomas has a point.

The poll numbers don't mean
anything if people don't vote.

Ah, thank you very much.

Now, it makes me sick,
but it's the truth.

The American people
have to be beaten,

blackmailed, or kicked in the
ass before they'll do anything.

Thomas, give me a light.

So we're just going
to have to figure

out how to shake things up.

[sigh]

- Hey, Luke.
- [inaudible]

Cover me, will you?

I'm gonna get some more coffee.

You want some?

Coffee?

No, I'm trying to cut
down on that, really.

[grunting]

[bone cracks]

Hey, I'm going to
get me another drink.

You want to join me?
- Sure.

All right.

Martini, gin-- and don't even
let me smell the vermouth.

Uh, vodka on the rocks.

Military?

Ex-ATF.

Well, you got an edge.

I thought maybe you might
be CIA or something.

You've been watching
too many spy movies.

No, too many spies--

I spent 15 years in
Berlin before the fall.

That was a long time ago.

Good old days, huh?

Yeah, good old days.

Make that vodka double.

Look, Senator, it's
a question of pain.

I know how deeply you were
hurt when that happened.

I want the American people
to feel some empathy.

I want them to hurt inside, too.

I need a drink--

and some air.

[groan]

I hate it when she
ruins a good Cohiba.

The wall was as much
in the hearts and minds

of some of the people.

That's why they put up
with it for so long.

Excuse me.

Yeah, sure.

BARTENDER: Be with you
in a moment, ma'am.

Great.

Drinking hard or soft?

Soft.

Ma'am?

Double Bloody Mary, please.

I'd hate to think
what you mean by hard.

Double vodka on
the rocks, please.

I'd call double vodka hard.

Blood Mary mix makes it soft.

I can't believe you came.

I came, and you conquered.

Thanks for coming.

Oh, it's been a
long night so far.

Are you gonna relax?

I'm trying to remember where
I saw that conductor before.

Lyman, on behalf
of the Congress

of these United States, I
order you to go off duty.

Sorry.

Hey, listen young
lady, I understand

you got a pretty
fancy set up back

there in the Senator's car.

You wouldn't by chance have a
little extra room in your bed

for me tonight, would you?

Sorry, Eddie.

It's all business
tonight, strategy session.

I'm just on a little break here.

Oh, I see.

I'll just be in the
press car tonight.

Our first stop's at Sable
Valley in the morning.

We'll have some time then.

All-righty.

All right, I better
get back to it.

I'll walk you back.

Who's driving?

This is little engine
that could, baby!

It's got automatic pilot.

Let's get started.

The power line's
under the console.

Come on, give me a hand.

Don't stand on ceremony.

Come on, guys.

Nine hours and 42
minutes 'til first light.

Start hacking, huh?

Look out, Harold.

[inaudible]

Pardonne-moi.

Howdy, Miss Miller.
They're still at it.

Oh, I wish I
could invite you in,

but it's just not a
good night for it.

Yeah, well, I know
you got a long night.

I'll just go back to the bar
and have a couple drinks.

OK.

Think about me tonight.

Thanks.

Join me for a drink?

No, thank you.

Nice try, though.

Can't blame me, huh?

How much bang for
your buck, dear Bubba?

This will make Oklahoma
City look like a cherry bomb.

It's got a new, clean-type
warhead, very little fallout.

And [blow],, the whole
town disappears.

Everybody's dead?

Yeah.

OK, great.
Thanks, Lieutenant.

I'll pass it along.

What do you got?

That was LAPD, found
a body in the men's room

at Union Station,
throat was cut.

Uh-huh, OK.

So, I'm listening.

Uh, let's see.

Body was IDed is one
Kenneth Marshall, worked

for a private security firm
hired to guard Senator Douglas

Wilson on the Wilson stop tour.

Wilson, huh?

Yep.

Gun control, anti-militant--

where's the train now?

It left about six hours ago.

You thinking Anderson?

I don't know.
Get West Rail.

I want to talk to that train.

[dialing]

Tell me he's in.

Not yet.

You've got a series
of coded numbers.

I've tried every possible
combo, and nothing.

And I think I've figured it out.

It's gotta be a constantly
changing access code.

See, I've captured this pattern.

So, theoretically,
all I need to do

is catch up to these
actual numbers.

Look, you've got less
than seven hours 'til we

reach the Sable Valley station.

If we don't get
control of rail system,

they could route us in
the middle of nowhere.

And nobody's gonna give a damn
if we blow up a bunch of rocks

and sand in the desert.

And how are they even
gonna know who we are

and what we're doing?

Oh, they'll know.

We'll see to that.

Thank you, son.

Where's your buddy?

Haven't seen him in a while.

Poor guy doesn't
feel very well.

He's in the bathroom.

He had some bad
jalapenos for lunch.

Uff!

Thanks.

He in?

Not yet, some kind of
computer mumbo-jumbo.

Listen, wait five minutes, and
then go check on the weapons.

I'm gonna survey
the senator's car.

We're gonna have
to remind people

that they have a right to
feel safe in the streets,

that they have a--

ah, the man of the hour.

Dave's late night
coffee express.

Senator, why not
try the speech out

on the great unwashed?

Hey, Dave, you got a second?

Sure, anything
for the senator.

Well, thanks.

Look, I, uh-- I was hoping I
could try a part of my speech

out on you.

It's a critical
point, and I'd like

to get an idea of how the
average American might think.

Oh, I'm not one for politics.

I don't even vote.

Uh, I'm sure we don't want to
waste any more of Dave's time.

Well, look, I hope you're
not offended by the question,

but why don't you vote?

Well, I don't care for the
federal government coming

into our states,
and into our homes,

taking away our
freedoms bit by bit,

taking away our
right to bear arms.

It's not the
America God gave us.

It's not the America
I want to live in.

Ah, well, I can respect
a man who speaks his mind.

Most Americans don't
care to have an opinion.

Well, let me check
your sleeping quarters,

make sure everything's OK.

Thanks.

Be careful what you ask for.

Well, let's just hope the
good people of Sable Valley

don't share his opinions.

They don't.

Sable Valley's demographics are
straight down middle income.

Coffee?

Yes, thanks.

Uh, excuse me, Mr. Lyman?

Yeah?

I just remembered
where I saw you before.

Aren't you with the ATF?

Yes.

I was going to do a
story on the Anderson

raid a few months back, the
Firebird Action Movement.

And weren't you the point
man on that mission?

Yeah, not one of
my better moments.

Cool, do you have a gun?
Can I see it?

Well, I don't have
it with me right now.

This is my daughter Melinda.

I'm Jennifer.

Hi, nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.

So where you going?

Well, I got a friend
traveling with the senator.

I just thought I'd go
along for the ride.

Well, it's been a long day.

I'm going to get some shut-eye.

You coming?

No, I got a little more
to do to finish up here.

All right, I'll see you later.

OK, good night.

Looks like he's
taking a break.

Yeah.

So why don't you
go on back and see

her and give her a night cap?

--a little bit
better than that.

- You think so?
- Yeah.

[knocking]

Oh, good.

I wanted you to
all meet my fiance.

This is Eddie Lyman.

Thomas Grady.

VALERIE MILLER: Actually,
Agent Lyman of the ATF--

DOUG WILSON: Ah, Doug Wilson.

Pleasure to meet you, sir.

Well, the pleasure's all mine.

Your, uh-- your lovely fiance
has told me a lot about you.

I want to thank you.

You ATF guys do a great job.

I'm proud to know you.

Thank you.

You all need anymore
coffee, just give me a shout.

Excuse us.

DOUG WILSON: Yes, of course.

Nice to meet you.

Hey, nice meeting you, too.

OK, Thomas--

What-- what is
the other speech

that you were talking about?

You should have seen
the look on his face.

No way, you're kidding.

Hey, can I have a soda?

What would you like?

Cola, lots of ice.

Hey, Dave-- and coffee for me.

West Rail reports number
207's not responding to calls.

They got a location?

What's the nearest town?

Where's the train now?

All right, it's just
outside Sonora, on schedule.

So it's less than three
hours from Sable Valley.

Can they stop that
train at Sonora?

Sure.

West Rail's mainframe can
do a safe stop override.

Let's do it.

Hello, sir?

All right, I want you to
listen to me carefully.

The ATF's riding shotgun.

I know.

How the hell did
that happen, Carl?

It can't be official.

Wilson refuses to have
any federal protection,

no Secret Service and no ATF.

Then what's Lyman
doing on board?

I don't know.

I'm in!

Shut down West
Rail's manual override.

They'll know we've
taken this train.

They already know.

They've been trying to
raise us the last half hour.

From now on, I don't
give a shit what they know.

Jack, get the weapons.

Ah, come to papa.

207's route's gone dark.

All right, now I tied
into West Rail's computer.

Looks like someone
on-board 207 has

overridden the override system.

Now, if that's true,
West Rail no longer

has control or any
contact with 207,

which means no one knows
where 207 is or where the hell

it's going.

Except the driver.

OK, got it.

Thank you, Senator.

I guess I should let
you get back, honey.

Yeah, see you at the
rally tomorrow, OK?

Get some sleep?

Yeah, listen, honey.

I just wanted to--

you might want to mention
it to your security guy.

There's a couple guys in here--

Eddie, come on.

There's a couple guys that--

they just don't look
like reporters to me.

All right, I'll mention it.
OK?

I think you're a
little paranoid.

Get some sleep.
Good night.

Night.

Oh, Steve, um, in case
we don't have access

to power at the station--

Already taken care of--

I left the batteries on charge.

Excellent.

So, what's the first shot?

You roll the crowd.

Don't miss the
senator's entrance.

Your friend feeling better?

Ah, much better.

Thanks for asking.

Get down!

Get down!

Everybody get down!

Sit down!

Senator, back up!
Back up!

Sit down!

Sit down!

Get down!

[gun shot]

Everyone stay in their seats!

Sit down, or I'm gonna
start kill everybody.

I'm gonna make you watch.

Who will it be, huh?

You, them, you, them, you, them?
Huh?

What do you think?

I like killing politicians.

I'm good at it.

We have hostages.

We have the train.

We will kill them.

You gutless son of a bitch.

[gun shots]

That is, if we
haven't already.

Carl, get 'em to
the press car now.

- Let's go, honey.
- Now!

Move!
Hey, hey, hey!

Easy, easy.

[whimper]

Where's the ATF man, Carl?

I thought he was with you.

It's not a problem.

Where else can he go?

I'll check.

[bone cracks]

[beep]

[dialing]

[busy signal]

[dialing]

[busy signal]

Any sign of our
young ATF friend?

No, but I caught the porter
trying to stop the train.

And?

Like I said, I
caught the porter.

Oh, god.

Mom, I'm scared.

And a child shall lead them.

The girl is correct.

You should all be
very frightened.

My name's Anderson.

Oh, Jesus.

Who is he?

Shut up, Thomas.

No, tell him who I am.

Right wing militia leader.

A blood thirsty
terrorist, child murder.

I prefer to call
myself a patriot.

Murdering children
is very effective.

Folks tend to
notice a lot sooner.

Carl, why don't you
check the forward cabin?

I'd like Mr. Lyman to join us.

[dialing]

[ringing]

Gathers!
JOHN GATHERS: Yeah!

It's Lyman!

Eddie, where the hell are you?

I'm on a train
with Senator Wilson

and a group of armed
terrorists, West

Rail number 207, headed north.

What's your location?

I don't know, somewhere
north of Sonora.

Shots have been fired.

I don't know if
anyone's been killed.

I'm gonna try to
stop this train.

[groan]

Eddie-- Eddie!

Hey, what happened?

It went dead.

Call the airport, have
the jet standing by.

I want an assault team on that
train's ass within the hour.

[grunting]

[groan]

Melinda?

Hi, Melinda?

Scared, huh?

Have you ever heard of
a guy named John Wayne?

Yeah, I used to watch
his movies with my dad

before my dad died.

You know, I meant
the Duke once.

I was in Vietnam, and he was
there visiting the troops.

Well, he walked up
behind me, and he

put his hand on my shoulders.

And he said, "I want you to
know that we really appreciate

what you're doing here."

Was he big and tough?

Oh yeah, he was tough.

He was risking his life
just like the rest of us.

And I guess that's what
I want you to know.

We're all afraid, but
you got to be tough.

You got to be brave
just like your mom.

OK.

Thank you.

What's keeping Carl, Dave?

Give him a few more minutes.

Lookee here, just about time
to strike a blow for freedom.

You know, I never thought I'd
ask the liberal press for help,

but I need you and your
photographer to get a camera

and set it up in the dining car.

Harold, give me your phone.

Here you go.

Now, I want you
to call your network

and establish a
satellite uplink.

The senator and I
have a few things

to say to the American public.

Well, what if I refuse?

You won't.

We've got the guns.

I've got your little girl.

And I can't speak for
the rest of my men,

but I wouldn't
hesitate to shoot her.

OK, OK.

[gun shots]

[screams]

Hold it!

It's OK.

It's OK.

Harold, take her
to set up the uplink.

- Mom, don't god.
- I'll be right--

- Get up!
- Mom, don't go!

Hey!

What are you, an amateur?

Huh?

What the hell do you want, huh?

What?
You want to shoot me?

Go ahead, do it.
Do it, go on.

Pull the trigger.

Do it!

If I wanted to kill
you, you'd be dead.

I don't have a ransom on you.

I want you to help me make a
stand for freedom, for America.

I'm sure, as a veteran,
you understand that.

Look, I have no
sympathy for your cause.

You take the Constitution
and the Bill of Rights,

you twist it to justify
murdering innocent Americans.

You wrote a
rather lengthy book

on the politics and policies
of Thomas Jefferson,

and I read it, and it's good.

But, as I recall, Jefferson said
"a revolution every 20 years

or so for the country's good."

Now, the way I look at
it, we're long past due.

You're no revolutionary!

This is no revolution!

You-- you and your
followers-- you're leeches.

You feed on the blood of
dead women and children.

That's what you are.

You-- you're not better
than a common street gang.

Senator, my wife when
child were also gunned down

in the prime of their
life by ATF agents

sworn to uphold law and order.

Now, you and I have a
lot more in common--

We got nothing in common!

Nothing!

Because, as much as I'd love to
kill you, I would never do it.

You know why?

Because I would never,
never stoop to your level.

OK, she's got
the uplink ready.

Get him outta here!

Get out.

Get him in the dining car.

Get him in the-- get the
rest of them in there.

Come on!

[whimper]

Jack, where's Carl?

Go get him.

[knock]

Carl?

Live TV is so exciting,
don't you think?

Luke, contact the pick-up feed.

Confirm the rendez-vous
at Gold Canyon Wash.

Carl?

This son of a bitch!

[sigh]

This is Jennifer Benton.

I am currently
being held prisoner,

along with a number
of other hostages,

on a hijacked train
somewhere in California.

The hijacker's name is David
Anderson, longtime leader

of the Firebird Action
Movement, and he

wants to say a few words.

Thank you, Jennifer.

My men and I have captured a
train, West Rail's number 207.

Among our hostages is a United
States senator, Douglas Wilson,

one of the leaders of the
federal government's conspiracy

to take away our
freedoms, starting

with our right to bear arms.

Now, I'm sure you're all
familiar with the senator's

bill.

The Firebird Action
Movement has decided

to take a stand
against Mr. Wilson

and the federal government.

Roger that.

We got something.

Patch us in.

We have a number
of nuclear weapons

at our disposal, the first being
located right on this train,

intended to destroy a US city.

There'll be no ransom, no
demands, just one big bang.

Let's call it the
shot that started

the second American Revolution.

Senator--

I'm not gonna be a part of
your little game, Anderson.

Seems the senator doesn't have
the passion of his convictions

when his speeches aren't
being written for him.

A warning to all
federal government law

enforcement agencies-- do not--

do not attempt to
stop this train,

or we will detonate
the bomb early.

Oh, and, uh, thanks
for watching.

It has to be Sable Valley.

So how do we stop him?

We can't.

Now maybe Lyman can.

Lyman?

What makes you think
he's still alive?

Does TV always give
you that adrenaline rush?

Fuck you, Mr. Anderson.

Oh, such language--

you're setting a bad
example for your daughter.

Harold, come here.

Easy-- take it easy.

You're going to
kill us, aren't you?

They're gonna kill us.

Yes, we're gonna kill you.

[dialing]

[beeping]

Gathers here.

Lyman, where the hell are you?

[gun shots]

[gasp]

[gun shots]

Oh my god!

I'll blow her away!

Get away!

No, don't take her!

Sit down!

[screaming]

Don't take my daughter!

Don't [inaudible]!

No!

Shut up!

[gun shots]

[whimpering and screaming]

DAVID ANDERSON: Get on
the floor, or this girl

doesn't see her 16th birthday.

[scream]

Throw out the gun.

[screaming continues]

Get up.

Harold, bring the hostages.

Melinda!

Mom!

You OK?

[whimpering]

Been looking for
you for a long time.

Well, I guess you
found me, cowboy.

[gun shot]

[screaming]

No!

No!

[weeping]

Shut up!

Jack, where's Carl?

He's dead.

What?

God damn it!

I'm gonna kill you!

Harold, Harold, Harold!

Listen, easy.

I'm gonna be real merciful.

They're all gonna
vaporize at ground zero

in one toasty nuclear blast.

Easy.

Harold, stay with me.

You all right?

I'm OK.

ATF, puts your hands up!

Fire a warning shot.

[gun shots]

Get him outta here.

OK, we got the car and the
truck, but what the hell for?

Auto shut down--

that train's emergency brakes
kick in after a collision--

federal regulations.

MAN: Let me go, you bunch
of [inaudible] thugs!

And gag him before I do
something I'll be sorry for.

[beeping]

Hey, the driver called in.

He's in position.

Just a few more minutes--

prepare to stop the train.

Okey-dokey.

You want to join us?

Why are we slowing down?

We're meeting my
mother for lunch.

[hiss]

Dave, that car's just sitting
up there on the tracks there.

I'm mean, it's just sitting.

Don't stop.

Full speed ahead-- it's a trap.
- No, no.

Wait a minute.
We can't do it!

Sir?

Excuse me.
Get out!

- No!
- Sorry, sorry.

No!

Shit, he's--

Here we go.

Y'all better brace yourselves!

[inaudible]

He's still alive!

Back off!

[gun shots]

[screaming]

[grunting]

[brakes squeaking]

What's happening?

It's the automatic
engine shut down.

That's what happens
after a collision.

I tried to tell you that.

Override it.

I can't do that until
it comes to a full stop.

Let's go!

[grunt]

[gun shots]

[grunting]

Luke, I want you to do me
a favor, and go back there,

and start feeding the
ATF some dead hostages.

Harold, I want you to
punch up the grid map

and find me an alternate
route to Sable Valley.

[gun shots]

[grunting]

[gun shot]

All right, put your hands
up, you son of a bitch!

Put 'em up!

Now, get up, Jack.

Jack!

Jack!

Oh, shit.

You should not have done that.

[gun shots]

Then how are we
gonna get out of here?

God damn it, just do it!

OK, OK!

[gasp]

[beeping]

Got it.

Good, good, good.

Now, are you sure you know
how to run this thing?

Yeah, I think so.

All right, get
us moving again.

I think we should get
off the train, Senator.

Hold your fire.

Are you coming?

There's still a bomb
somewhere on this train.

He won't set it off here.

There's no target.

Exactly.

[gun shot]

[scream]

No!

No!

Don't shoot!

Gathers, don't shoot!

Lyman!

I'm gonna get you out of
here as soon as I can, honey.

OK, hold on.
- I want to go home, mom.

I know, I know.

Looks like you took
a couple of hits.

You OK?

Yeah.

[groans]

He still has a
bomb on board, right?

Yeah, and Valerie's
on that train.

It's your call, Eddie.

What do you want to do?

I want a helicopter.

You got it.

Jack and Luke?

They're dead.

Did you find an alternate track?

Yeah, yeah.

This, uh-- this old line used
to be a cattle loading depot.

Now it's just a
nice subdivision.

Good-- track homes, a lot of
innocent victims-- very nice.

Take this.

[grunt]

Why switch routes?

Because they know
where we're headed.

They're gonna throw
everything they have at us.

This way we lose 'em.

Let's face it.

Either way, a lot of
people are gonna die today.

So why don't you
find the sideline

and disengage the brake system?

Nothing's gonna stop this train.

The thing is, I'd
have to access West

Rail's central computer system.

They might see the switch.

By the time they do,
it's going to be too late.

I've got a nuclear
device, Harold!

I think I can afford
to take chances.

You bastard!

[grunting]

[beeping]

[beeping]

Lyman, West Rail called.

Seems an old sideline
has been activated,

coordinates as follows--

C marker 33, one mile north,
northeast of Highway 6.

Copy that?

Yeah.

[beeping]

OK.

We're locked on the sideline.

Now, how do we get
off a moving train?

You don't.

[gun shots]

[clanging]

[grunting]

[gun shots]

[beeping]

Shit!

[grunting]

[beeping]

[grunting]

[gun shot]

[groaning]

[sigh]

[beeping]

Eddie, oh my god!

The bomb!

I can't stop the train.

Anderson blocked
out the controls.

OK, OK.

All right.

Careful.

OK, all right.

It's all right, I
know what I'm doing.

OK.

VALERIE MILLER: Hurry.

All right, it's disengaged.

Oh, thank god.

Come on.

What's happening?

The C-3's gonna blow a
trench through the G-Rail.

Oh god.

How much time do we have?

None.

[beeping]

Eddie, get in!

You all right?

[sigh]

Yeah.

You guys OK?

Yeah.

You know, that's a brave
young daughter you have there.

Old Duke Wayne would
have been proud.

Her old mom is very proud.

Well, you're not that old.

Senator Wilson,
are you married?

No, actually, I'm not married.

That's my girl.

[giggle]

It's funny.

I used to be afraid of flying.

This trip was your idea.

Your bad luck, Lyman.

I'm just a little
accident prone.

I thought you were dead.

Can we go home?

Yeah.

[music playing]