At a private airfield, a jet is shown leaving the hangar and entering the runway, preparing for takeoff.
Inside the main cabin, we find Dave strapped to a chair with zip ties around his wrist while Scott is currently monitoring the flight controls to make sure everything is in order. When he sees the pilot's know have it all under control, he returns to his seat opposite Dave, who appears fairly terrified.
He sees the Spaniard approaching from the back of the plane and begins pleading. "You know, you don't have to do this," he claims. "I mean, with the list gone, you don't have any leverage."
"True," he comments. "Still, someone has to seek retribution for your actions. So hold still while I cut your stomach open." He unsheathes a switchblade knife and prepares to end Dave's suffering.
"No, no! No!" Dave begins riling around in his seat, desperately trying to break free. However, before the Spaniard can continue, the group hear tires screeching and look out the window, discovering something truly shocking. "Whoa."
We discover the object that has gained their interest is a 1976 rally red Stingray coupe sharply turning a corner and speeding right through the parking arm and driving at top speeds to catch that plane.
"Is that…" the Spaniard begins, unsure how to comprehend this situation.
"That's my brother," Dave comments, astonished.
The Spaniard, appearing somewhat fearful by Noah's dedication, turns towards the pilots, deadly serious. "Get us in the air. Now!"
The pilot's, who appear to know better than to miss with someone like the Spaniard, begin picking up speed in order to reach proper velocity.
Outside the plane, we find the Noah kicking the Stingray into high gear as he continues to match speeds with the plane, hoping to stop it before it takes off. He begins maneuvering through the airfield where several charter planes stand unmoving. He sees the plane beginning to pick up speed, prompting him to cut through it through the grass surrounding the runway.
"Hold on," Noah tells his wife, who's currently situated in the passenger's seat, clinging onto the handle above the door.
He slams on the gas and jumps the curb, landing on the runway as skids, sparks, and smoke fly from the back of the vehicle. He swerves into the grassy area opposite the runway as he continues tailing the plane.
"You all right?" he asks Emma.
"Yeah," Emma said, taking a moment to catch her breath before turning to face her husband. "You?"
"Yep, good," he reassures her without taking his eyes off of their objective.
The Stingray continues to remain in hot pursuit of the jet and begins to gain traction on the plane's tailwind.
"Okay, okay. What's our plan?" Emma asked Noah.
"I-I have one idea. It's so crazy, though, baby, it just might work," Noah told her, determined.
"You're gonna crash the car into the plane like Liam Neeson in Taken 3?" Emma asked.
"He did that in Taken 3, huh?" Noah commented, amazed.
Soon, the Stingray manages to drive up right to the underbelly of the plan with Noah preparing to put his plan into action.
"All right, are you ready?" Noah asked Emma, prompting her to nod, nervous but determined. "Here we go!"
Noah sharply turns the wheel, attempting to knock the plane off course, with him and Emma screaming to whole way through. Dave and the Spaniard watch from within the plane as… the car goes right underneath the plane with no damage to either vehicle whatsoever.
The car turns onto an adjacent runway, allowing for Emma and Noah to have adequate time to regroup.
"Uh, you missed it," Emma comments, bluntly, chuckling a little bit at this.
"Thanks, baby," Noah replies, deadpanned.
The back onto the correct runway and speed up to find themselves parallel to the plane's front wheel, managing to just about match speeds with the plane's trajectory.
"Dave, we're coming!" Noah yelled out as he sharply turned the wheel and he and Emma cheered at the top of their lungs as they barrel into the plane's front tire, taking it right off its hinges.
The Stingray spins out of control as the front of the plane comes down, spending sparks flying.
The sudden jolt of this event sends the Spaniard flying forward across the room onto the ground while the pilots are shown crashing their craniums into the flight modules, knocking all three individuals out. Dave and Scott manage to stay stationery as the result of them wearing zip ties/the seatbelt, respectively.
As the plane continues to skid across the runway, Noah and Emma scream as the Stingray spins wildly within the grass.
Sparks continue to fly and smoke bellows from the front of the plane until it eventually comes to a stop not far from the Stingray's location.
We find the Stingray, fairly battered from destroying the plane's tires with smoke coming from the engine compartment while Emma and Noah appear starstruck by what they've just partaken in. Emma is shown panting heavily while Noah looks, he just got off the elliptical.
"Well, at least I got to drive it for 10 minutes," Noah replies.
Emma, after catching her breath, looks towards the plane and sees the door opening up. "Oh, my God," she says, worriedly. "We have to hide."
"Yeah," Noah agrees. Emma opens the passenger side door, but as Noah attempts to open the door on the driver's side, we discover that the damage from Noah's action have partially damaged the mechanisms, causing the door to be stuck. "Oh, shit! Shit! Shit!"
Emma begins running but turns back when she sees Noah in trouble. She gasps and begins to turn back, only for Noah to stop her and to motion for her to keep going. "Go, go, go! It's stuck." Emma continues to run for cover behind a conveyor belt used to load baggage onto planes as Noah desperately attempts to get the door open. "Fuck."
He looks back towards the plane where he finds Scott exiting the door, still clutching his weapon, as he approaches the vehicle. Eventually, Noah manages to get the door open and exits the vehicle, ducking for cover. He crouches down behind the car as Scott approaches the vehicle as the smoke envelopes him, as if giving off the illusion that death himself has arrived on the scene and is planning to collect the debt he's owed.
Noah begins moving around the vehicle in order to avoid being detected and shot as Scott continues to circle. Emma sees this and, fearful for her husband's safety, gets up from behind the conveyor belt and imitates a bird call before crouching back down.
Sure enough, this results in Scott redirecting his attention towards the conveyor belt and he begins walking towards it. Emma, seeing Scott approaching, begins rounding the conveyor belt in order to remain opposite from Scott. "Where you at, lady?" Scott asks, perturbed. "Come on, you little bitch. I know you're back here somewhere."
He stops on the tail end of the conveyor belt and begins looking around the area while Emma rounds towards the belt controls. Noah peers from behind the Stingray and, seeing his wife's position, takes note of a box precariously placed just above Scott's location. "Let's end this shit. I won't kill you," Scott falsely reassures her. "Come out! Come on, get your ass out here!"
Noah begins waving his hands, signaling for his wife to turn her attention towards him. He begins miming the conveyor belt's main attribute, hoping she'll understand. "Turn on the belt," he whispers as loudly as he can. However, Emma holds her hands up in confusion, unsure what he's referring too.
"I'm not gonna hurt you," Scott called out once more. "Just come on out, let's talk!"
"Look at the box!" Noah whispers again, attempting to mime it and failing miserably at it.
Emma, seeing that this isn't going anywhere, begins doing hand signs so Noah can understand what she's referring too. "Can you charade it to me?" she whispers.
"Charades?" Noah asked, incredulous. But seeing not many other alternatives, he decides to go for it. "That's some cute full-circle bullshit. Here we go." He holds up three fingers. "Three words."
Emma holds up three fingers, showing that the two are on the same page. She's then momentarily distracted by Scott, who is still calling out for her to reveal herself.
"Come on, lady," Scott yells out, getting fairly tired of this game of cat and mouse. "Where are you?"
Noah holds up his index finger and begins spinning it around wildly before spinning in a 360° turn. "Turn," he whispers.
Emma gives a hand sign before pressing her nose, signifying she understands what Noah means. "Turn, turn, turn. Turn," she whispers, proudly.
"On," Noah whispers, slapping the top of his hand with the palm of his other.
"Turn on," Emma gives the hand signals in order, but becomes confused, looking around for what Noah may be referring too. "Turn on what? Turn on what?" Noah stands, hoping Scott won't see him, and points at his belt, causing Emma to raise her eyebrow. "Turn on belt?" Then, after a moment, she figures out the answer and gasps in realization. "Turn on belt!"
She slams down on the red button and the belt begins whirring. Scott hears this and looks up to find the box… moving… very… slowly… along… the… belt. He begins slowly backing away as box begins to come over the edge.
Emma looks back towards Noah, both disheveled that the outcome of Noah's idea didn't exactly warrant to payoff that either of them were hoping for.
"Boy, that's a slow belt," Noah comments.
Once Scott is a safe enough distance away from the box to avoid getting hit, he watches at it pathetically falls to the ground, slightly breaking on impact. Noah sighs, perturbed.
"Hey!" Emma yells out, appearing suddenly behind Scott. Scott turns, but his reaction time isn't quick enough, as Emma ends up whacking him across the face with a fire extinguisher, knocking him out.
"Oh, God! Emma!" Noah yelled out, surprised and amazed by his wife's ferocity.
Emma pants heavily, now that the tenseness is over, as she holds up Scott's gun and the fire extinguisher with Noah coming to her side.
"Oh, boy, that was…" He begins before going back to his usual demeanor. "You saw what I was going for though, right?"
"Yeah, yeah," Emma assures him before holding up the fire extinguisher, proudly. "But then, did you see when I hit him with the fire extinguisher?"
"I sure did. I sure did. Yeah."
"That was cool right?" Noah nods. "Yeah." She then holds up the weapon, which is aimed directly at Noah's forehead. "Do you want this?"
"Well, I don't want you to have it, Calamity Jane," he asserts, taking the weapon away from her, fairly quickly, before turning back towards the plane. "All right, look. I think I saw a hatch at the top of the plane. Maybe I can get the drop on him."
"'The drop'?" Emma asked, incredulous.
"Yep, yeah," Noah claims.
"Who are you?" Emma asked, irked.
"Why don't you go use the emergency phone? Call for help," Noah says, pointing towards a nearby emergency phoneline. "I'm gonna do the drop."
"You're not Liam Neeson!" Emma calls out to him.
"That hurts my feelings!" Noah comments.
"I'm sorry!" Emma apologizes.
She heads towards the phoneline while Noah approaches the plane, intent of saving Dave's life and stopping the Spaniard's reign.