Pacific Heat (2016) s01e11 Episode Script

[typing.]
Okay.
So, what do we know? [Maddie.]
It's Pachovsky all right.
- And Stranavich.
- Which ones are they? - [Maddie.]
The red.
- [Zac.]
And the green ones? - [Maddie.]
Furniture.
- [Zac.]
What? - Who has green furniture? - I've got a green beanbag.
It's not green.
It's a thermal image.
[both.]
Oh.
So we've got Pachovsky, Stranavich, plus three other unidentified hostiles.
- [Veronica.]
Making a total of six.
- Five.
- Then who's that? - It's red.
- I think it's a heater.
- It's moving.
- [Todd.]
A portable heater? - [Zac.]
What about that? - Toasted sandwich? Good thinking.
- I could just peek through the window.
Guys, Pachovsky and Stranavich are mobile.
[Todd.]
This is it, folks.
The handover.
Remember, we don't move until they close the deal.
- Stop! Police! - What are you doing? - They closed the door.
- I said, "the deal".
- Oh! The deal.
- This is the police.
[tyres screeching.]
We have the premises surrounded.
- [Maddie.]
Is there a back entrance? - Yep.
We have the front of the premises surrounded.
- Should we grab the furniture? - Yeah.
[theme music playing.]
[music.]
[woman on TV.]
Boasting all the luxury of an ocean cruise liner, Air Omenia's new 767 Dream Ship sets new standards in mid-air subservience.
Flatbed seating, a dedicated Sky Nanny and its own three-star Michelin chef.
You'll never want to land.
According to Air Omenia's owner, Sheikh Abdul al-Balawi This is the most exciting event for my airline.
It's certainly a beautiful-looking plane, Sheikh al-Balawi.
Walk-up bar, casino, sauna, that's my kind of flight.
As you can see, no expense has been spared.
[Veronica.]
Yet you're holding plastic cups.
Some expense has been spared.
But just on short-haul flights.
What's all this got to do with us, Chief? [remote beeps.]
This is His Royal Highness.
Sultan Hashim al-Muktar.
May the Lord bestow his beneficence upon him.
- [Todd.]
Where have I seen this guy before? - [Veronica.]
The Biggest Loser? - VJ! - What? The sultan is the crowned head of The People's Democratic Republic of Omenia.
How can a democratic republic have a sultan? - We do have elections.
- [Maddie.]
Who gets to vote? - The sultan.
- Happy? - No.
- His Supreme Highness has just presented us with most surprising news.
[Veronica.]
He's going low-carb? He will be travelling on board my airline tomorrow.
Hang on.
What's one of the richest men in the world doing on board a commercial flight? Don't tell me the sultan's a tight arse.
His Majesty prefers to be seen as a man of the people.
- [Todd.]
Tight arse.
- May the Lord be praised for his bountiful munificence.
Let's take it as read the Lord's been duly acknowledged.
Obviously, this trip throws up certain issues.
The sultan has many enemies.
And now we're adding deep vein thrombosis to the list.
- I was thinking security issues.
- [Todd.]
Are you kidding? Any terrorist group gets word that Sultan's on board, that entire plane becomes a flying bomb.
- Which is why you'll be on board.
- [Zac.]
A flying bomb? - Flight 467.
- Chief, it's not our job to be babysitting some foreign fat cat.
- No disrespect.
- [Sheikh al-Balawi.]
None taken.
- Praise be to the Almighty.
- [Todd.]
More praise.
Come on, Maddie, the chief needs our help.
And besides, what's a couple of days living it up in first class? - Actually, the sultan will be in economy.
- [Todd.]
What? His Highness can go and get stuffed.
- No disrespect.
- [Sheikh al-Balawi.]
None taken.
- All gratitude to our mighty God.
- I want you all on the flight.
Undercover.
And that's an order.
- Praise be to the Almighty.
- [Todd.]
Yep.
More praise.
Okay, Kwong, what can you tell us? I've got the crew and passenger manifest.
Good, let's start with the crew.
Ooh, what's her name? - [Kwong.]
Cheryl Roberts.
- [Todd.]
Mmm-hmm.
And her? - Rashina Bala.
- [Todd.]
Yeah, one to watch.
- Skip him.
Skip him.
Skip him.
Her? - [Kwong.]
Maryanne Scott.
Are you just checking out female flight crew? It's called background profiling, Maddie.
Do you still need me to get all their phone numbers? - Todd! - All right, all right.
- Let's talk cover.
- Okay.
You and I are newlyweds, off on our honeymoon.
- Got it.
- VJ, you're a flight attendant.
- Got it.
- Zac, you're a businessman - heading to Omenia for work.
- No, I'm not.
Oh, got it.
We'll be seated here.
Main cabin, row 5.
Seats 1, 2 and 3.
- [Todd.]
And the sultan? - [Maddie.]
Row 4.
- Seats 1, 2 and 3.
- He's a big man.
We'll have a clear line of sight.
Yeah, but from up here we'd have an even clearer line of sight! - [Maddie.]
Premium economy.
- [Todd.]
Is it? - The sultan would then be behind us.
- We can turn around.
- And there's curtains.
Sorry, guys.
- We'll keep them open.
For this mission, it looks like cattle class.
[Todd.]
At least give us an exit row.
[flight attendant.]
Air Omenia Flight 467 now boarding at gate lounge 4.
[indistinct radio chatter.]
- Good morning, Captain.
- Who are you? - First Officer Brian McTavish.
- McTavish? - I thought you were on stress leave.
- I'm feeling better.
You seem to have picked up an accent.
- Oh, I have a cold.
- And grown six inches.
- I'm wearing heels.
- Hang on You're not First Officer McTavish! [gunshot.]
[captain groans.]
Have a pleasant flight.
[whirring.]
If you can take out all laptops and electronic devices - What about guns? - Shh.
- Zac, we're travelling undercover.
- Oh, yeah.
I've let the supervisor know.
- Plus coins and belts.
- Ammunition belts? - Zac! - Shoes? - They're fine.
- What if they've got - a flick knife in them? - Just go through, go through.
[alarm blaring.]
[guard.]
Is this your bag, sir? Uh, yes, it is.
However - You realise you have nail scissors in there? - Uh - And liquids in excess of 50mls.
- [Todd.]
Yeah, right.
- Uh, sorry about that.
- It's his moisturiser.
Excuse me, sir, are you undercover police agents? - [scoffs.]
What makes you think that? - Purpose of trip, your colleague's written "undercover police agents.
" - Zac! - It's an offence to supply false information.
[beeps.]
- [groans.]
Might just take that off.
- Where are you going? Oh, just thought I'd check out the main bar.
- What for? - Uh, look for any suspicious activity.
But we're supposed to be newlyweds.
- We should be sitting together.
- We could say we've had a fight.
Todd, are you trying to get into first class? - No, we need to cover all sectors.
- Todd.
I might set up a forward observation base.
- We need to be together.
- All right.
That's our undercover identity.
Maddie, I understand the concept of undercover.
- [woman.]
Excuse me, sir, is this yours? - What? No.
- Not even sure what it is.
- It's an ammunition clip.
Really? Could be anyone's.
- It fell out of your gun.
- Oh.
When you were putting it back there.
What? Oh, yeah.
That's fine, thank you.
Magazines.
Newspapers.
Magazines.
Newspapers.
- How much are they? - They're free.
I'll take the lot.
Todd, notice anything odd about that crew member? - Er, not really.
- Todd! What? I'm trying to adjust my body clock.
- We're on duty.
- Oh.
So I shouldn't have taken those sleeping tablets.
Take a closer look.
The name on his lanyard.
Dermott Seamus O'Flaherty.
- [Todd.]
So? - Does he look Irish to you? - [Todd.]
Er - He's dark skinned.
- [Todd.]
Maybe he's been in the sun.
- I don't know.
Zac, do you reckon these noise-cancelling headphones actually work? - [loudly.]
What's that, Todd? - Yeah, I'm going to get a set.
- Todd.
- Look, Maddie, you're too wound up.
- Relax, have a drink.
- We're not supposed to drink on duty.
It's our cover.
We're newlyweds.
Wish I knew what was going on up there.
Dinner's served, madam.
- VJ, what have you got? - Chicken or continental rice.
- What can you tell us? - I wouldn't touch the chicken.
- Good intel.
- Nothing suspicious? - Nah.
- I'm only going to say this once more.
There is nothing to be worried about.
[intercom beeps.]
[man.]
Ladies and gentlemen, this aircraft has been hijacked.
[passengers gasp.]
I mean, apart from the hijacking.
Flight 467 is now under the control of The People's Revolutionary Front.
No doubt you would've heard of us.
[passengers murmuring.]
[Todd.]
Not really.
- I told you we need a website.
- Oh, enough! - Social media presence.
- Let's not go over this again.
Allow me to assure you, we are not after you, we are after a man who has brought untold misery to our people.
A man who is both a tyrant and a butcher.
- Who's he talking about? - The sultan.
- The sultan's a butcher? - He's speaking metaphorically.
Oh.
- You understand? - No.
Suffice to say we are heavily armed.
Remain in your seats.
If anyone attempts to move, you will be shot.
Resistance is futile.
For every one of us you see, there is another one of us you do not see.
- [man 1.]
Back here.
- [man 2.]
Over here.
No, no! Do not reveal yourself! We discussed this in the planning meeting.
[camera clicks.]
What are you doing? - For today's post.
- I said no websites! - Instagram.
- You know what to do.
- Not really.
- No.
- Their phones.
- Oh, flight mode? Did anyone take notes? Collect them.
[both.]
Ah.
Then put them off flight mode? - [chief.]
What is it, Kwong? - Chief, I think there could be - a problem with Flight 467.
- What? It's been off course for the past 20 minutes.
- [chief.]
Any distress signal? - No.
We've tried contacting them, but no response from the cockpit.
- Any word from the team? - Their phones are out of range.
We need to reposition the transpacific satellite.
- Full coverage.
- Could be a problem.
- Why? - It's currently being used to transmit the Asian Champions League.
Listen, we could have a mid-air emergency on our hands.
- It's the semi-final.
- Kwong.
- Gone into extra time.
- I want that satellite.
Oh, my God.
What do we do? - Todd? Todd! - What? - The plane's been hijacked.
- I know.
I'm gathering intelligence.
- You're watching a movie.
- Which could be helpful.
- We've got to do something.
- Hey, let's not do anything rash.
We need to think this through.
We can't just sit here on our hands.
- Can we sit in first class? - Todd.
On our hands.
Easy, Maddie, those guys are armed.
- So are we.
- Yeah - What do you mean? Where's our guns? - Um, overhead locker? - You're kidding! - I needed legroom.
Besides, we can't afford to get into a firefight.
One stray bullet and this entire plane goes down.
Then we need to come up with some sort of weapon.
[sighs.]
If only I still had those nail clippers.
And the moisturiser.
I could squirt them.
We've got to get a message to the chief.
But how? They've taken our phones.
Leave it to me.
- Uh, excuse me.
- What do you want? - Uh, just need to use the bathroom.
- All right, be quick! [leader.]
So, the mighty Sultan of Omenia.
I trust you are enjoying your flight.
- Uh, have we met? - No.
But you have met many of my people, people whose lives you have destroyed with your support for the totalitarian regime.
Well, my friend, it is time to pay for [intercom chimes.]
- [Todd.]
Chief.
It's me, Todd.
- Huh? I'm in the toilet.
They don't know I'm here.
The plane's been hijacked.
If you get this message, we need immediate assistance.
Just be a minute! [toilet flushing.]
- Back to your seat! - Sure, yeah.
Can I take the phone? Mmm, I don't like it.
I don't like it at all.
Shall I heat it up in the microwave, chief? - The plane.
It's well off course.
- And still no response from the cockpit.
Did you manage to get in touch with Sheikh al-Balawi? - He's not happy.
- Really? He was watching the Asian Champions Cup.
[Kwong.]
Hang on.
We've got a call coming through.
[chief.]
From Flight 467? - [Kwong.]
I think it could be the sultan.
- How can you tell? - It's reverse charges.
- Patch it through.
Uh, hello? To whom am I speaking? [leader.]
We are The People's Revolutionary Front.
No doubt you have heard of us.
Yes, um, actually, it says website under construction.
Enough.
We have this flight under our control.
And the sultan? Can we speak to him? - Not right now.
- Why not? Is he all right? - He's buying duty free.
- We can wait.
Could take a while.
He's haggling.
But enough of the sultan.
This aircraft and its passengers shall remain in my custody until our leader, General Aziz, criminally held by the puppet regime of Omenia, is released from captivity.
All right, I'll need to speak with the Omenian government.
- You have one hour.
- I'll need more [call disconnected.]
Okay, the People's Revolutionary Front.
What do we know about these crazies? The PRF is a terrorist network founded by this man, - General Abdul Aziz.
- Aziz.
[Kwong.]
Better known as The Bearded Butcher.
- [chief.]
Is that an official title? - I think it's honorary.
Okay, I need to speak with the Omenian government.
- You.
What are you doing? - The sultan's feeling peckish.
- Again? - He thinks it could be low blood sugar.
The sultan can go hungry.
We've got to come up with some sort of plan.
Todd.
[Todd groans.]
[sighs.]
Those sleeping tablets are I've got a plan.
- Great.
What is it? - Er how many hostiles? - So far I count five.
- And there's what, 250 of us? - So why don't we just rush them? - They've got weapons? Oh, yeah.
Well, it's a first draft.
- I've got this.
- Perfect.
- A plastic butter knife? - Oh.
What about this? - Even better.
- A toothpick? - It's sharp.
- Guys, it's too dangerous.
- Ah, fair enough.
Your turn.
- Unless [gasps.]
I've got an idea.
- You're a doctor.
Trust me.
- What? - Excuse me? - What is it? I'm terribly sorry, but I seem to be having chest pains.
I can't breathe.
I need a doctor.
[groans.]
Is there a doctor on board? Anyone? A doctor? Er, doctor.
Doesn't seem to be.
- There is no doctor.
- [whispers.]
You.
- What? - You! Oh, that's right.
I'm a doctor.
It's those sleeping tablets.
Very well.
If you are a doctor, see to her.
- What are you doing? - Uh, examining the patient.
You seem to be just rubbing her breast.
- Yeah, well, heart massage.
- Her right breast.
- It's CPR.
- What is CPR? - Oh, it's cardiac, uh, preventative - Rubbing? - That's it.
- For God's sake.
You know what? I need to get this young lady to the sick bay.
- I believe it's back there.
- Very well.
But no funny business.
[chief.]
Oh, where are they now? [Kwong.]
Currently flying over the Maldives.
[director.]
Good God.
That's miles from anywhere.
Good news is the Maldives government have offered their full support.
- Do they have an air force? - Moral support.
I think we need to scramble our own fighters.
Already done, sir.
I've ordered the Roulettes to be airborne within an hour.
- The Roulettes? - Yep.
The precision formation aerobatic display team? - Oh, who am I thinking of? - Number 75 squadron.
- Super Hornets.
- Think they're doing an air show.
Chief, sorry to interrupt, but do you want to speak with someone from The People's Revolutionary Front? - What? Yes! - I've got them on hold, - you seemed a bit busy.
- Put them through! Just popping you through now.
[music playing over phone.]
- [leader.]
Hello? Hello? - [chief.]
Yes, we're listening.
We have a new demand.
- Get rid of that on-hold music.
- [chief.]
Uh, of course.
And General Aziz, has he been freed? Okay, I've spoken with the Omenian government.
- And? - They were wondering could we start with some sort of day release scheme? - No.
- Like home detention or an ankle bracelet? - You have half an hour.
- But we need more than [sighs.]
- What are you doing? - I think better horizontally.
- Todd.
- It's those sleeping tablets.
There must be something in here we can use as a weapon.
[snoring.]
Todd.
- [exclaims.]
Yeah, what? - We need a weapon.
Yep, yeah.
Let me, uh, check the first aid kit.
- Ah.
I've got it.
- A Band-Aid? - Mmm.
What about this? - Eye drops? I spray them.
[pounding on door.]
- Todd.
- [man.]
What is going on in there? Er, still examining the patient.
Yeah.
Okay, you can come in now.
[whirring.]
That was the President of Omenia.
Are they willing to release General Aziz? They say they won't negotiate with terrorists.
Damn! However, in return for the life of the sultan, they are prepared to consider an "early release.
" - Isn't that negotiating? - They call it haggling.
So General Aziz will be freed.
Better let the hijackers know.
Boss.
Call for you on the flight deck.
[speaking native language.]
[in English.]
The general is free.
They have bowed to our will.
[both laugh.]
Excellent, excellent.
- This could've been a live tweet.
- I'll get the selfie stick.
So boss, now the General is free, shall we prepare to land and release the hostages? - No.
- [man.]
But was that not the plan? Plans change.
Set a new course.
8.
650 degrees south, 115.
216 degrees east.
- We're going home.
- Bali? - What? - That's Denpasar Airport.
Oh, hang on.
Er, what, er, oh no, reverse it.
- Is that Is this a six or an eight? - Six.
Oh.
Anyway, we are flying home to Omenia.
[all laugh.]
Via Bali? - [leader.]
What are you doing? - Why, uh I'm getting blankets.
Who gave you permission to do that? I'm just doing my job.
Some of the passengers are cold.
Very well.
But make it quick.
[man.]
What is going on in there? Er, nothing.
Just examining the patient.
Come in.
Now! - What? - Needs to be recharged.
Oh.
Should I get the eye drops? [groaning.]
No! Todd, let's get into the toilet.
Well, I'm flattered but not really the time.
- No.
We need to hide.
- Oh.
[gun cocking.]
- Okay, what now? - We storm the main cabin.
- But how? It's too risky.
- Maddie, we've got no choice.
- Blanket.
Blanket.
- No thanks, I'm fine.
- I think youse need to take one.
- Nah, nah, I'm not cold.
- I really think you should.
- Hang on, it's got something inside.
- Shush.
- It's a fire extinguisher.
- You know what to use it for.
- A fire? - A weapon.
- A weapon? [man.]
Boss, watch out.
Behind you.
[passengers screaming.]
Excuse me, any chance of some ice? Er, let me look in here [clattering.]
Actually, can I get back to you? Yeah, fine.
[passengers continue screaming.]
[gun clicking.]
- Well, well.
Doctor.
- [Todd.]
Who? - You.
It seems you are out of ammunition.
- Oh.
And out of luck.
[gun firing.]
[passengers screaming.]
[leader screams.]
Guys, masks.
- Oxygen masks.
- [all exclaiming.]
Oh! It's okay, folks.
It's okay.
We've managed to overpower the hijackers.
Everything's under control.
- Todd? Plane's got a hole in it.
- Yeah? - Sure.
- And it's way off course.
And there's no one on board who can land it.
When I said "everything", obviously some loose ends.
- I think people understand that.
- What are we going to do? Could we recommence food and beverage service? - Sultan, we'll come back to you.
- I'll tell you what we're going to do.
- We're going to land this plane.
- Right.
Then leave it to me.
- What's he doing? - Landing the plane.
- That's the toilet.
- We need some more hand towels in there.
Right.
So that's the cockpit.
Okay.
Coming back to me now.
[alarms blaring.]
- There are so many levers and buttons.
- [Todd.]
I know.
- Would you put your seat up? - All right, all right.
- Just trying to get comfortable.
- It's impossible.
Mayday, mayday, mayday.
This is Foxtrot, Tango - What's "M"? - Mambo? - Macarena? - They're not dances.
- Mike Foxtrot Tango Mike.
- Who? Oh, okay.
This is Foxtrot Tango Mike, Flight 467 requesting assistance.
[on-hold music playing.]
Oh, shit.
[chief.]
Todd? Is that you? Chief.
We have control of the aircraft.
But we're going to need some serious help bringing this bird down.
Don't worry, Todd.
I've done some flying.
- I can talk you through it.
- [Todd.]
Great, Chief.
- Now, can you see the joystick? - [Todd.]
The what? To the right should be a switch marked "propeller.
" Is there anyone else we can talk to? [Sophie.]
Would you like me to help? Apart from Sophie? Actually, I've got a better idea.
Maddie, see if there's an instruction manual.
- Flight manual? Got it.
- That's it.
- What should I look for? - Insurance claims? - Is there an index? - Found it.
We need to look up procedures for landing.
Okay.
"Mayday, Mid Air Collision, Monumental Structural Failure" Ah, here we go.
"Procedures for Landing.
" - [Todd.]
Good.
What's it say? - "See Insurance Claims.
" Anything about landing approach speeds? Um, yep, got it.
"Over 600,000 pounds, 150 knots.
Under 400,000 pounds, 120 knots.
" [softly.]
I don't know how heavy Let's split it.
140 knots.
What are we doing now? - [Zac.]
17:30.
- [Todd.]
That's the time.
- Twenty-three? - [Todd.]
Cabin temperature.
- 220 knots.
You need to reduce power.
- Okay.
Reducing power.
- Wrong lever.
- Try again.
- Sound system.
- We've got to reduce speed.
Try the flaps.
[Maddie.]
One fifty, 140, 130.
- [alarm buzzing.]
What's that? - Too slow.
We're going to stall.
- Power power up.
- Powering up.
140.
150.
[beeping.]
- Oh, what now? - It's the sultan's call button.
I think he wants another snack.
- Todd, there's the airport.
- [Todd.]
Ah, right on course.
Okay, VJ, let the passengers know we're landing.
Ladies and gentlemen, duty free sales have now officially closed.
- Hurry up! - If you've got any loose change Let them know about the brace position.
All right.
Stick your heads between your legs and hang on.
Okay, we're on final approach.
- You're doing well, Todd.
- It's like flying a wet sponge.
- [Todd.]
What now? - [Maddie.]
We're coming in too fast.
- I can't hold it.
- You'll need more flap.
Thirty degrees.
- [Maddie.]
Still too fast.
- [Todd.]
We're too heavy.
We could dump some fuel? - We could dump the sultan.
- Five miles from runway.
- [chief.]
You're doing well, Todd.
- Thanks, Chief.
I've notified emergency crews at the airport.
- Yeah.
Great.
- And arranged for body bags - to be on standby.
- Might just put him on hold.
[on-hold music playing.]
Passing through 1500 feet.
Glide slope looking good.
Have we forgotten anything? - Don't think so.
- All good.
- Great.
- Landing gear.
- Oh, shit.
- Landing gear locked.
- We're down.
- You beauty.
[overlapping chatter.]
- Guys? Guys.
- Oh, what now? We've still got to stop the plane.
- [Todd.]
Shit.
- [Veronica.]
Oh, yeah.
That's right.
Now, where are the brakes? It says, "Engage reverse brakes on the engine.
" - [Todd.]
Which one is it? - There.
Zac, give us a hand.
[Zac.]
Okay.
[both grunting and mumbling.]
[Todd.]
I can't, it's just not Hey, Zac, are you pushing or pulling? - I'm pushing.
- Then pull.
[both.]
Oh, that's easy.
This is Foxtrot Tango, um - Mazurka.
- What? - It's a Polish folk dance.
- Mike! This is Foxtrot Tango Mike.
Flight 467 is on the deck.
[passengers cheering.]
Well done, Todd.
[chief.]
Thank you, Your Highness.
I'll pass that on.
Well, I can tell you there are some very grateful folks back in Omenia.
Just doing our job, Chief.
Thanks to your bravery, Flight 467 landed without incident.
- We were two hours late.
- And the sultan? - Safely back where he belongs.
- [Zac.]
At an all-you-can-eat restaurant.
- At the royal palace.
- [Zac.]
Mmm-hmm.
In fact, he sent each of you [Todd snoring.]
- What's wrong with him? - Sleeping tablets.
Todd, Todd.
Wake up.
[mumbling.]
What? Yeah, I'm here, yeah.
I was just saying the sultan sent each of you this as a token of his gratitude.
- Wow.
For us? - [Veronica.]
Ooh, that's nice.
Let's take a look.
A four cents a litre fuel voucher? - Not valid outside Omenia.
- Expires last Tuesday? [chief.]
He said it's the least he could do.
No argument there.
But of course you don't do this job for money or perks.
- [Todd.]
Well, let's not shut the door on it.
- Well done to you all.
Your bravery and your dedication in [Todd snoring.]
- Shall we leave him? - Why not? [Sheikh al-Balawi.]
May the Lord be praised for his bountiful munificence.