:42:05
Check on Herb downstairs.
:42:07
:42:18
Train noise eliminated
from the transmission.
:42:20
:42:21
Let's get ready to call home.
:42:23
What's up?
:42:25
-Where'd you get the gun?
-Get anything?
:42:27
I got a fishing rod, pool cue and clothes.
:42:29
You're a useless bastard.
:42:31
Encrypted, no good. This is a .45, okay?
:42:34
:42:39
Dynamic tension, left hand, right hand,
palms pressed together, okay?
:42:44
Cover your ass, 12, 3, 6, 9,
wherever you look always.
:42:47
Never look in a direction
where the gun ain't pointing, understand?
:42:51
:42:57
Who the hell is that?
:42:58
Jesus Christ!
:43:00
Not quite, General Cooper,
although I have sort of risen from the dead.
:43:04
No, it's just your old friend, Travis Dane.
:43:07
You remember? The guy you fired!
:43:10
And I bet now you're probably
asking yourselves:
:43:13
'"What the hell did we just shoot down?'"
:43:16
The answer is:
:43:17
The NSA's best and only functional
real-time down-looking satellite...
:43:22
...the NSP-1.
:43:23
:43:24
You'll probably be calling them
any minute now, asking them for its use.
:43:28
Unfortunately, since even they don't know
where it is...
:43:31
:43:32
...they can't help you.
:43:33
Have you got him?
:43:34
:43:35
I'm closing in.
:43:36
You do know where
the last transmission came from.
:43:39
You're probably closing in fast...
:43:41
:43:42
...on Grazer One's probable location.
:43:44
:43:48
It's in there somewhere...
:43:50
...hiding among those 50 ghost satellites
I've created...
:43:54
:43:55
...just for you.
:43:56
:43:59
Motherfucker's gone.