 
This is (unintelligible) Three.
We've entered the stratosphere and are commencing final descent.  Over.
Wait for my mark and dump the payload.
Copy that.
Ten...
Nine...
Eight...
Seven...
Six...
Five...
Four...
(banging)
Three...
Two...
One...
Zero...
Told you I could do it.
Told you I could do it.
I never doubted you.
Bullshit.
Language, Simon.  Language.
(loud boom)
C'mon Dave, get your ass moving!
Let's go...
We're in real luck.  It's a Clarke's Town Can.
If you cut here and here, we'll get in real quick.
Shit.
Go.
(inaudible)
(thud)
(grunting noise)
(footsteps)
Get our dad out of here!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
