Air Panic (2002) Movie Script
[ominous music]
[beeping]
JANITOR: Don't you ever go home?
Oh, I got to finish
this report by Tuesday.
Have a happy Fourth.
Right.
GROUND CONTROL: Flight 1055,
you're clear for final approach
into Denver.
Come on down to
1,500 feet, cowpoke.
Denver approach,
Flight 1055 descending
through 1,500 [inaudible].
GROUND CONTROL:
Thank you, partner.
Folks, we've turn on
the fasten seat belt sign,
and we started our
descent into Denver.
We'll have you in the Mile
High City around 8:15.
That should be plenty
of time for you
to rest up for tomorrow's
hot dogs and fireworks.
The current temperature in
Denver's about 75 degrees.
But it's going to zoom all the
way up to 95 degrees tomorrow.
It's going to a hot,
sticky Independence Day.
On behalf of the
entire flight crew,
we want to wish you a safe
and happy 4th of July.
PILOT: Unfortunately,
this low cloud cover
is going to keep us from
showing you a beautiful view
of the Mile High City skyline.
And we're going to
be in this thick soup
until we touch
down on the runway.
We're going to be
putting on the fasten
your seat belt sign
in just a few minutes.
So if you want to
stretch your legs,
this is a good time to it.
What the hell?
Where's the runway?
I got it.
Full throttle.
Go around.
Flaps up.
Trim for climb.
Not responding.
PILOT: Turn off the autopilot.
Shut down the computer.
Shutting down.
Still not responding.
We're too low!
The plane's going down!
We're gonna crash!
[indistinct yelling]
COPILOT: Switching to manual.
Adjust the trim.
The rudder's frozen.
Still no control.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT:
Take your seats.
[inaudible] seat belt.
COPILOT: Mayday, [inaudible].
Mayday.
The controls are dead.
Nothing's responding.
Oh, god.
[explosions]
[elevator dings]
Neil.
Neil, what happened?
Well, they crashed.
Keller says we've got people
from Washington coming.
Where is he?
Hey, boss.
My presentation.
- I'm just finishing it.
- Move it.
And just remember the
operative phrase for you
two is seen and not heard.
Got it?
Right.
Put on some pants, Neil.
And for god's sake,
lose the earring.
OK.
Gentlemen, thank
you for coming.
Two hours ago, Flight 1055
crashed into the largest
skyscraper in Denver.
Half of downtown is
still engulfed in flames.
Based upon the rising toll
of dead and injured, not
to mention the property damage,
this is hands down the worst
disaster in aviation history.
Jesus Christ.
That's three major
crashes in three weeks.
Doesn't anybody here have a
clue as to what's going on?
General Roberts from
the NSA has an idea.
He'll be joining us shortly.
But now here's
what the FAA knows.
Flight 1055 stopped
responding to air
traffic controllers
approximately one hour
before it crashed.
DIA went nuts trying
to raise them,
and they could not
get a response.
Any read on those black boxes?
Our first look at the
flight data recorder
reads like they were right
where they were supposed to be.
The cockpit voice recorder
was empty, nothing.
Obviously they've both
been tampered with somehow.
What about those
first two crashes?
Any similar mechanical failures?
Actually there are.
Neil, that's good
of you to join us.
Rudy, let's run the demos.
You're looking at three
spectacular crashes.
In each case, the crews
were unaware of any problems
prior to the lost communication
between the aircraft
and the ground.
First, Flight 232
from Honolulu to LAX--
new engine shut down
halfway through the flight.
It plunged into the Pacific.
Flight 90, JFK to
Seattle, this one
veered 200 miles from
the original flight path
and crashed into a mountain.
Again, controllers
powerless to get through.
Gentlemen, the news
is getting worse.
A half hour ago, the
Pakistan terror group
Red Dawn claimed
responsibility for the crash
of flight 1-0-5-5.
They've also
claimed responsibility
Jimmy Hoffa and El Nino.
Shut up.
What was that?
Sir, I was just saying doesn't
the Red Dawn seem a little,
well, organized for
something of this scope?
[chuckles] Just how
extensive is your knowledge
of terrorist groups?
My right-hand man spent
two years with Red Dawn.
But maybe, just maybe, you
know more than he does.
I'm not suggesting that, sir.
I'm suggesting that we're
thinking inside the box.
I think we're dealing
with a whole new breed
of terrorist here,
a computer hacker.
The FBI's Computer Crime
Unit doesn't think so.
Move on, Neil.
No, hear me out, Sam.
Listen, each plane that went
down was the same model jet.
And each one had a flight
computer retrofitted
with the new Oxcilis
chip, which drains
an unprecedented
amount of control
from the pilot to the computer.
It's the same chip that
prevented 23332 from ditching
last year, that rerouted
hundreds of planes
this year alone around
dangerous weather.
And which was manufactured
by a company with the most
lax security imaginable.
I mean, I'm talking a
12-year-old could hack in--
Son, I don't know what
you've been smoking.
Because what I'm smelling here
is a whole lot of horse shit.
You know, even a
redneck old fart
like me knows that
a plane's computer's
not connected to the ground.
They're self-contained so that
a hacker can't gain access
unless he's on the plane.
Let me explain.
This guy hacks into the
mainframe of the company
that makes the chip, OK?
Then alters the
programming on the chip
itself, telling it to link up
to him once it's in the air.
What the FBI needs from
the is technical analysis
not these conspiracy theories
and intellectual bullshit.
And that's exactly
what you will get, sir.
Neil will have the break down on
the on-board computer sequences
done by noon.
We will be pursuing
this investigation
per the instructions
of General Roberts.
Anything else?
Man, all I'm saying is that
the Red Dawn couldn't have had
the technological know how--
Son--
I think we're done here.
Let's go.
I want you to do the computer
models and break down the data,
and that's all I want you to do.
I can do that with
my eyes closed, Sam.
- Then do it!
- I'm sorry.
If I see something important,
I'm gonna point it out.
There are lives at
stake here, Sam.
You listen to me.
You are not one of
the investigators.
You are on this task
force to crunch numbers.
The FBI has computer
crime specialists to bring
in if that's what they need.
Sam, just hear me out.
No.
Hear me out, hotshot.
Don't you ever run roughshod
like that over me in a meeting.
I was expressing an opinion.
You were out of line!
If you do it again, I will
drop you like a bad habit.
Whoever's doing this
isn't going to stop, Sam.
They're going to strike another
plane and strike it soon.
One more flight to go.
You know, from now on
July 4th isn't just
America's Day of Independence.
It's also Josie Wallus's--
free from the sky and
running my own business.
Hold on there, girl.
You're sounding like you've
got short-timer's disease.
What?
Mm-him, using the
last flight to take
revenge on all the ghosts
of bad passengers past.
[laughing] You know
what I'm talking about.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
You're under the impression that
I'm actually working tonight.
I mean, I thought you were
going to let me take it easy.
Oh, don't even try.
[laughing] Besides,
it's a holiday red eye.
It's a piece of cake.
Exactly what I planned--
hardly any passengers
and most of them asleep.
Hey, did I tell you
I signed the lease?
Only about 10 times.
[laughing] I'm gonna
miss you, Josie.
Aw, well, you're not
done with me until dawn.
Oh, I'm sorry we're gonna
be done with you at all.
Oh, thanks, Paul.
That's nice to hear.
So, um, tell me, those,
um, hippety-hoppity clothes
you're going to be selling--
[laughter]
It's hip hop.
Ah.
Oh, right.
Um, those are those
ridiculous clothes
that my nieces and nephews
love and I hate, right?
Right.
That's why I'm gonna
give them a big discount.
[laughter]
It's one route away
from a life on the ground
and coincidentally
one route away
from your last chance with me.
[laughing] Now that's
got to break her heart.
[laughing].
Flight check.
Aye-aye, Captain.
Think about what you're missing.
Never.
That's it.
My god, makes perfect sense.
Each plane that crashed had
the Oxcilis chip, right?
Yeah, but there are
hundreds of planes that have
the chip that haven't crashed.
Yeah, I know.
But look at this.
Sam, how you doing?
You're going to have
that analysis done soon?
You know it.
Just finishing it now, boss.
OK, we narrowed it down
to the models [inaudible]..
Then eliminate the planes
that aren't flying.
Cut out the commuter planes
and international flights
because this guy likes big,
spectacular US crashes.
Neil, you're not
a secret agent.
That narrows it
down to these three--
Austin to Omaha, Providence
to Atlanta, Seattle to Salt
Lake City.
Neil--
And he's escalating.
It's going to be more
spectacular than the last one.
More specular than
annihilating Denver?
I'm dead serious, Rudy.
I think we got the
power to stop this guy.
Look, this flight's been
rerouted, 2:00 AM departure.
It's going from Milwaukee to--
--Washington, DC.
It's going to DC
on the 4th of July.
If you want spectacular,
that's the one.
Wait, what are you--
what are you doing?
You-- you can't just
go to Milwaukee, Neil.
Neil!
Look, if I'm wrong,
I get disciplined.
Maybe I get fired.
But if I'm right, people die.
I couldn't live with that.
I really think you're
making a mistake, Neil.
Look, [scoffs] if
you're so convinced
the plane's in trouble,
why don't you just call?
Rudy, I got to do it myself.
I call Keller.
He starts screaming.
Maybe he sends some no-brainer
down to check out the computer.
I still think you're
making a mistake, man.
We live in a
binary world, right?
It all comes down
to ones and zeros,
black or white, yes and no.
Come on.
That's self-indulgent
programmer crap.
In the real world, we
deal with shades of gray.
Stay or go, do or die.
Tell Keller I went out
to get some coffee.
[energetic music playing]
Getting back to our top
story, "Disaster "in Denver,
grizzly recovery after--
WOMAN (OVER LOUD SPEAKER):
[inaudible] pick up
the white courtesy phone.
Laura Ward, please pick up
the the white courtesy phone.
TV REPORTER (ON TV):
15 passengers and 6
crew member are confirmed dead.
I want it monitored 24-7.
Yep.
Are we going to see
the White House, Mom?
That's right, Tobaz.
And a big museum with dinosaurs.
CHILD: Cool.
You know, call me
if there's any change.
Look, of course that's OK.
Got it.
Bye.
You know, maybe this isn't the
right time to go on holiday.
New residents are
coming in next week,
and I need to be
at the hospital.
Philip, we are
on family vacation.
And this is the only time you
get to spend with your son.
Of course.
[phone rings]
Dr. Philip here.
Hey, I'm so glad you called.
You know, go to the hospital,
check their blood pressure.
Hey, don't I know you?
DR. PHILIP: --vitals
every four hours.
Make sure somebody
stays with him 24-7.
Nope, I don't think so.
I know this
sounds like a line,
but you look very
familiar to me.
Mm-hm.
But then again, if
I don't know you well,
that can be fixed
right here today.
I'm Ray-- Ray Macklin.
AIRLINE EMPLOYEE
(OVER LOUDSPEAKER):
Because of security
measures, this will take
a little longer than usual.
We are now seating first
class passengers and rows 40
through 45.
We do appreciate your patience.
And thank you for
choosing Domaine
Airline for your travel needs.
[energetic music]
MAN: Thank you.
Is there a chance I
could [inaudible] seats?
The boss told me with
the DC trip and my job,
it's the only reason I'm here.
I hate to fly.
Yeah, I love airports--
plastic food, plastic people.
[energetic music]
Listen, all I'm saying is
it would take a lot longer
to get on this damn
plane than it's
going to take to get to DC.
It's for your safety
and security, sir.
Well, I'll feel
a lot more secure
once I make it to my damn
sales meeting on time.
Enjoy your flight.
Yeah, right.
Ray?
Ray Macklin?
Oh, Jesus.
It's been a long time.
Sure has, Max,
since high school.
And you know my tooth is still
chipped where you hit me.
- You deserved it.
- That's debatable.
Would you like a
pre-flight beverage?
No.
I'm fine.
Thanks.
- Good.
Excuse me.
Jesus.
Here we go.
Is there a problem?
Yes.
You.
[energetic music]
Ah!
Uh, man.
JITTERY MAN: Sorry.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Let me help.
FEMALE PASSENGER: It's OK.
Here you are, honey.
Thanks.
[energetic music]
Hey!
No parking!
Hey!
OFFICER: Hey!
- Watch that for me.
Hey!
Stop!
Airport Security.
Hey!
Stop!
FAA emergency.
Stop him!
Hey, stop the plane!
I need you to bring
back that plane.
Stop that plane!
Hey, buddy.
You don't who you're
dealing with here.
- Son--
- I'm with the FAA.
You better show me some ID.
My chest bottom pocket.
[jet engine running]
Sorry.
Get the pilot of that
plane on the phone.
I'm so--
Get it done.
Patch me through to 617.
Thank you.
Captain O'Kelly, I have
a representative here
from the FAA, and you
need to talk to him.
Thank you.
Captain?
Listen, I think someone's
fucked with your computer.
I need to run some checks
on it before you take off.
Ground control, we're
staying put until this
is straightened out, over.
Roger, 672.
Hold your current position.
We're gonna roll
out the red carpet
and open up the front hatch.
Thank you.
We need to get
out to that plane.
This way.
Let's go.
[beeping]
Yes?
CAPTAIN O'KELLY: Josie, prepare
to open the front hatch.
Yes, sir.
Why are we moving?
CAPTAIN O'KELLY: I
don't have a clue.
Disengage autopilot?
Never turned it on.
COPILOT: I'll hit
the override anyway.
CAPTAIN O'KELLY: Do it.
Paul, what the hell?
You didn't get the clear.
Hey.
What the hell was that?
We just started moving, sir.
Everything is fine.
No, but why did it--
why did it jerk like that?
There's nothing
to worry about.
FAA emergency.
We need your truck.
Go ahead.
Great.
OFFICER: You in?
I'm good.
Go!
Go!
GROUND CONTROL: 672, what
the hell are you doing?
The plane's moving on its own.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
Deeper breaths are better.
[breathing deeply]
Goddamn it.
He's moved it.
OFFICER: Hang on!
GROUND CONTROL: 672, 672,
you have not been authorized
to proceed to the taxiway.
CAPTAIN O'KELLY: This
aircraft is moving on its own.
COPILOT: We're
gonna clip his tail!
Cut the computer.
Shut it down.
- I'm trying.
I can't.
No!
[shrieks]
WOMAN: I think we just hit
something on the runway.
Oh, my god, we're
off the runway.
GROUND CONTROL: Return
to the gate immediately.
CAPTAIN O'KELLY: I'd
like nothing better,
but I can't
[inaudible] autopilot.
Well, what can we do?
[sighs] Strap
yourself in and pray.
We've got no control.
Go!
Go!
Go!
I'm calling in backup.
Get me to the plane first!
There's no time.
CAPTAIN O'KELLY: Ground control,
we are moving on to the runway.
Oh, god.
COPILOT: Holy shit!
Rudder hard to starboard!
I can't do anything.
We're gonna ram him.
No.
No.
No.
Keep going!
GROUND CONTROL: 672, you
are crossing into the path
of an incoming flight.
If you maintain your present
course, you will collide.
I repeat, you will collide.
We have no control
over the aircraft.
Divert them.
GROUND CONTROL: They're
halfway through their descent.
I can't divert them.
And be aware of a ground
vehicle under your tail.
That must be that FAA
guy trying to get on.
Josie, go back and
open the rear hatch.
- OK.
If anything goes wrong,
you slam it shut.
We'll talk to him from the air.
Closer!
Get me the rear hatch.
We're following
behind those engines.
The jet blast will kill us!
Do it!
Do it!
Do it!
You got one chance here.
GROUND CONTROL: 672,
abort your takeoff.
Abort!
Prepare for collision.
COPILOT: We're dead.
[indistinct shouting]
[indistinct shouting]
Great.
Made it.
What the hell's going
on with this airplane?
Take me to the cockpit
and I'll show you.
CAPTAIN O'KELLY:
Ladies and gentlemen,
this is the captain speaking.
As I'm sure you noticed, we had
a bit of a scare on takeoff.
Rest assured that
everything is fine now.
Fine?
We've got a navigational system
that's setting its own course.
Yeah, can you bypass
the flight computers?
I don't know.
I've never seen anything
like this before.
I have no idea what's happening.
Like I said, somebody's been
fucking with your computer.
You're from the FAA?
Yeah-- Neil McCabe.
You know something about
what's happening here?
Plane was refitted with
the Oxcilis system, right?
Right.
So were all the
planes that went down.
Someone's altered the
chip's programming to give
them control of this plane.
That's impossible.
Is this plane responding
to anything that you do?
No.
Do you have a screwdriver?
What are you going to do?
Yank the problem
out by its roots.
MAN (OVER SPEAKER):
No, no, no, I
wouldn't do that if I were you.
You extrude that chip and
my fail safe mechanism's
launched--
Immediate engine
failure followed
by a nice muzak medley.
What the hell?
Jesus, who is that?
MAN (OVER SPEAKER):
How rude of me.
Let me introduce myself.
My name is Cain.
I'll be your guide for today
as we ride into darkness,
a ride you won't soon forget.
Then again, it will be the
last ride you ever take.
So sit back, relax, do not
attempt to adjust the controls.
I control the horizontal.
[screaming]
I control the vertical.
He's trying to kill us.
[inaudible]
[screaming]
Nothing's responding.
Goddamn it!
[beeping]
CAIN: I'm in control.
I control your lives.
How can he hear us?
Must have bugged the cockpit.
No.
In the other crashes, the tapes
in the black box were blank.
That must be what's happening
to the cockpit voice recorder.
Get ground control now.
The radio's dead.
He's cut us off completely.
- Man.
How are the gauges?
Everything's steady.
Fuel OK?
Full capacity.
Paul, what are you doing?
No nut job does that to my
plane and scares my passengers.
Try and retry the
emergency channels.
Stay here and stay fastened in.
What the hell are you
guys doing up there?
Captain, excuse me.
Everybody all
right back there?
No injuries, no damage,
but the passengers
are freaking out.
WOMAN: You can say that again.
Ladies and gentlemen,
my name is Paul O'Kelly,
and I'm the captain
of this plane.
What's going on?
VARIOUS PASSENGERS: Yeah!
Needless to say,
we're in a crisis.
But I want to assure you that
I and the rest of this flight
crew are going to do
everything we can to get
you down quickly and safely.
He did that.
He controlled the plane!
No, he doesn't.
I may have to rewire and
run off the backup system,
but that moron controls nothing.
[screaming]
Do not make me repeat myself.
This plane is mine.
Once again, enjoy your flight.
WOMAN: We need a doctor!
[distressed yelling]
[crying]
My god, he's gonna kill us!
No!
Please, calm down.
It's OK.
It's OK.
Thank god, he's alive.
We need to move
to a safer place.
I-- I can move the
people out of first class
to the empty seats in the back.
Perfect.
And see if you can
find neck brace.
What can I do?
Get me some men
to move him, please.
I'm gonna need to ask all of
you to move to the rear cabin.
Oh, hell no.
I'm not moving.
Please, sir.
This is an emergency.
We'd really appreciate
your cooperation Thank you.
How could you people let
something like this happen?
I'm not moving
unless she's moving.
I'm moving.
You do the same.
Thank you.
Thanks.
I paid for a
first class ticket.
Yo, Doc, fix him up
so he can do his job
and fly this damn plane.
My husband will
do his best, OK?
Ray, stop complaining
and make yourself useful.
Help them get him
into first class.
Fine.
Thanks for helping.
RAY: All right.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Who is that on TV?
Tell us what's going on!
As soon as we know
what the situation is--
We have a doctor on board
who's taking care of the--
There's a doctor?
I need a doctor.
Let me help you with
some of these people.
Lean your head back.
Lean your head back.
That's-- that's it.
Oh.
[grunting]
All right, I helped.
Now you be sure and fix him up.
Yeah.
Thank you, sir.
We appreciate your help.
Yeah.
Yeah, you, captain junior over
there, no waiting for him,
all right?
Get in that damn cockpit
and fly this plane.
Thank you, sir.
Yeah.
Yeah.
All right.
[indistinct angry chatter]
Definite cerebral concussion--
although I don't think
he is permanently paralyzed.
We've got no pilot
in that cockpit.
It's him.
[distressed chatter]
No, no, no.
I can't believe this shit.
Why don't you shut up!
Ray, just sit your ass down.
Fasten your seat belt
and shut your trap.
But we need to get
him to a hospital.
Christ.
I'm not able to get anything
on the emergency channels.
Can you keep him stabilized?
Only for a while.
All right.
I'll let the passengers
know what's happened.
Thanks.
OK, and Doc, you
take care of him.
Can-- can I have
your attention please?
[distressed shouting]
Listen.
Who the fuck are you?
VARIOUS PASSENGERS: Yeah!
My name's Neil McCabe.
I'm with the FAA-FBI task force
working on the recent crashes.
We're gonna crash!
Goddamn it!
Everyone, please, it's OK.
Just please, calm down.
Calm down.
We ain't got no
goddamned pilot.
Not true.
The captain is injured,
but the copilot is fine.
I know we're gonna crash
like they did in Denver.
[inaudible]
Listen!
Listen, we don't know
what we're gonna crash.
Now, what we do know is
that someone on the ground
has found a way to take over
the plane's autopilot system.
So you're saying
the guy on the TV
has control of this plane.
Yes.
PASSENGER: Oh, no!
Listen.
Listen.
Listen.
Listen, these are not going
to stay that way for long.
Now, what I need to ask all
of you is to remain calm.
The worst thing we
can do is panic.
I promise you, we will find a
way to land this plane safely.
[indistinct shouting]
Where's my husband?
He's fine.
He's tending to Captain O'Kelly.
How do we know he's
from the FAA, huh?
For all we know, he could
be working with him.
He could be the one
bringing this plane down.
Enough.
That guy risked his life
getting on this plane.
He's definitely here to help us.
Oh, Jesus.
How's Paul?
He'll be OK, right?
If we can get him to
the hospital, and that
means getting down.
Is that a wireless phone?
Yeah.
You can't use that.
Why not?
It'll disrupt the
navigational system.
Right.
OK.
[phone ringing]
Keller.
NEIL: It's Neil.
I'm on the--
Where the fuck are you?
We're in crisis mode here.
- I'm on Flight 672.
- Oh, my god.
That was you?
Turn on your com cam.
I was right, Sam.
I know you were.
How are you doing up there?
The passengers
are scared to death.
The captain has been
seriously injured too.
We've got to land this
thing as soon as possible.
All the avionics are
being controlled by a guy
who calls himself Cain.
All air-to-ground
communications are knocked out.
We're talking
radios, you name it.
The guy's wired the
cockpit for sound.
He can overhear
everything we say.
And plus, if we yank the
chip, the engines shut down.
Does he have the
auxiliary systems too?
I think so.
But I'm not sure.
What does he want?
I don't know yet.
But as far as I know, this guy's
crashed three planes already
without asking for anything.
Well, he's got
to want something!
Unless he's a
total psychopath.
This guy's-- he's got
to have a background
in aviation computers.
You check and you see who's
worked on the entire systems,
and especially Oxcilis.
Can you access the
computer flight path?
We're trying to keep
the air clear for you.
But it would help if we knew
where he was taking you.
I'll see what I can do.
Josie?
Can you find me a blank
piece of paper and something
to write with?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
And Neil, you broke
every rule in the book,
but I'm really glad
you're up there.
Marston?
MARSTON: Yes, sir?
Look at the
computer personnel,
starting with the
Oxcilis project.
Contact Quantico.
Get them cracking
on a psych profile.
What can we conclude about a guy
named Cain, first murdered, uh,
killed his brother.
Go, guys.
Let's go!
We haven't that much time!
Perfect.
I'm sending the
coordinates to you now.
I don't recognize them.
But the longitude's
definitely East Coast.
That's not good, Neil.
The whole Eastern Seaboard
is reporting severe wind
sheer and clear air turbulence.
- Rock steady.
We'll get right back to you.
Just help us get down, OK?
How's he doing?
He's unconscious.
But he's OK.
How are you doing?
Me, I'm-- I'm
conscious, but I'm not OK.
Doesn't seem that way to me.
I just--
I don't know how much longer
I can keep it together.
You can.
You're doing a great job.
Thanks.
Today's supposed to
my last day at work.
Thought it'd be an easy flight.
[indistinct yelling]
WOMAN: Oh.
RAY: Let's go.
Get up.
Got to move.
WOMAN: Hey, quit
trying to take my seat.
RAY: No, you [inaudible].
[indistinct yelling]
See what I mean, easy.
I was the first class.
I should have the row back here.
Would you be quiet, please?
My son is trying to sleep.
What?
You are being an ass.
VARIOUS PASSENGERS: Yeah.
WOMAN: Yeah, that's for sure.
Please be calm.
Just please be calm.
These seats are
way too small .
You got to do something.
I know we're in
a scary situation.
No, I'm in an
uncomfortable situation.
That's different.
I'm going back to first
class, where it's safer.
Ray, this is
not the "Titanic."
There aren't any lifeboats.
You want a row?
There's a private
row in the back.
[clapping and cheering]
So happy.
Hey, what's up, baby?
Don't I know you?
No.
My name's Ray.
Coordinates line up to
Calvert Cliffs, Maryland.
What the hell is
in Calvert Cliffs?
Oh, my god.
You track it?
Neil Ferris McCabe,
Social Security, 343-4--
You know.
I know everything.
As a matter of fact, I just
finished draining your 401(k)
and registered you
as a sex offender
with your local law
enforcement agency.
Fuck you.
No, don't worry about it.
You're not gonna be around
long enough for any of this
to bother you.
Oh, and by the way, I would
have given you the coordinates.
All you had to do was ask.
[phone ringing]
What?
Hang up the
speakerphone, Neil, now.
What's going on?
He's taking you to
Calvert Cliffs, Maryland.
Oh, Jesus.
Tell me you guys got a
plan for this because, uh,
I'm drawing a blank right now.
You've got to find
a way to reroute it.
[inaudible]---- he's
wired the cockpit.
He's monitoring everything I do.
Did you find
out what he wants?
He still hasn't
made any demands?
Nothing.
You got to get manual
control or reroute it.
It's up to you.
Shit.
Listen, if I cut the connection
between the hydraulics
and the chip, can
you land manually?
Are you kidding?
That's insane.
Listen, this is a crisis.
I realize that, all right?
The autopilot is essential, OK?
We've to cut it.
Listen to me.
The autopilot is not
a luxury, all right?
It's wired directly
to the hydraulics.
If you cut it, you
almost guarantee a crash.
All right.
We've got to alter
the land coordinates
without him knowing.
Well, where we are headed?
Baltimore area.
OK.
OK.
There's only one
option I can think of.
This is a particularly
nasty virus.
Now, if I can load this on
to his computer, occupy him,
maybe it'll act
as a distraction.
And while he's
scrubbing his system,
you reset for Baltimore
International.
OK.
There's a jack you can use
underneath the cockpit.
JOSIE: I can take you there.
Great.
I need schematics.
Of course.
We're gonna make
this work, right?
Right.
The schematics.
[inaudible], thank you.
Good luck.
Come on.
How's he doing?
Still unconscious
but holding steady.
Cain might not
notice if we can go
in through an auxiliary jack.
There, it should be
right behind the fuse box.
OK, ready?
Yep.
You got it?
You got it.
Should be up here.
OK.
[inaudible].
Is that it?
Yeah.
NEIL: Which one?
What do you mean which one?
There are two.
Which is the main?
- Well, how should I know?
I'm not an engineer!
It's OK.
Just tell me what it says.
You know, I made plans
to start a business,
have a nice, stable life.
I mean, this was my
last day at work.
You told me.
Now just--
I don't like having this
kind of responsibility, OK?
I make the wrong
decision and people die.
Sh.
Sh.
Sh.
Take a deep breath.
Just tell me what is says.
OK.
Um, um, left is auxiliary one,
and right says auxiliary two.
You decide.
Right-- use the
one on the right!
Got it.
Is it working?
Told you.
Stand by.
Roger.
Now.
It's working.
It's working.
We're reset for
Baltimore International.
We got it.
[whistling] Neil,
I give you an inch,
and you, you take a mile.
Do not, I repeat, do
not underestimate me.
I wrote the goddamn
Brethren virus
when you were still in diapers!
I'm disappointed in you.
And you know, Neil,
you're gonna have to do
a little better than that.
You have no idea who
you're fucking with!
You have no idea who
you are fucking with.
Campers, attention, campers,
it appears that some people
are incapable of following
simple instructions
and are trying to ruin
the fun for everyone.
So I'm gonna have to
teach you all a lesson.
I'm sorry.
Neil!
Hold on.
Brace yourself.
[screaming]
[inaudible]!
I got you.
[indistinct yelling]
It's too many Gs.
The plane can't take it.
[distant screaming]
It's amazing the limits
one can push [inaudible]..
[sobbing and crying]
Ah!
[screaming]
[inaudible]
[screaming]
Stop crying, stop.
Sh.
Simmer.
Simmer.
Stop crying.
Stop.
Shh.
[inaudible]
Stop crying!
Because I have a very special
surprise for all of you.
Now, don't tell anyone this.
But you're my favorites.
I mean, Honolulu,
you know, I just
dropped them into the Pacific
without introducing myself.
And, yeah, I worked out
my kinks with Seattle.
And Denver is something I--
I always wanted to do.
What's with this
crazy motherfuck?
The brilliance of flight
672 will be the inspiration
of miles of empty canvas.
Songs will be written.
And moves will be made.
You're going down in a
blazing, blast of history.
What's he talking about?
But I'm sure your
white knight from the FAA
has already told
you all about that.
Happy trails, campers.
Where are we going?
Believe me, you
don't want to know.
No.
No, I do want to know.
Where are we going?
Calvert Cliffs, Maryland.
Well, what's there?
Largest nuclear reactor
on the East Coast.
Gonna kills us all.
Are you OK?
Stay calm.
Are you OK?
I'm here.
I'm right here.
I got to get out.
I have to get out of here.
He's gonna kill us!
I swear to god.
[inaudible]
He's gonna kill us.
[inaudible]
Hey!
[inaudible].
He's gonna kill us.
Hey, you OK?
[indistinct shouting]
Please get out of here!
Whoa.
Whoa.
Whoa.
- [inaudible] you.
[inaudible]
Let me go.
Come on [inaudible].
What are you doing?
[inaudible]
Let me go.
[inaudible]
What the fuck are you doing?
We don't want you
to hurt yourself.
[grunting and groaning]
PANICKING MAN:
What are you doing?
NEIL: Whoa.
Whoa.
Whoa.
What are you doing?
Ah!
Excuse me.
Excuse me, where
is he taking us?
We're going to
land this plane.
If you know something,
I think it is your duty--
[inaudible] should have
caught this in the last check.
Hey!
Where are you going?
Check?
What you talking about?
FEMALE PASSENGER:
Where are you going?
Excuse me!
That Cain guy is
just crazy, understand?
He's-- he's just saying
things to make us all scared.
Philip!
WOMAN: What if it's
true what he's doing--
BOY: Dad!
You guys OK?
Stay with us now, Dad, OK?
Philip, what's happening?
Who's that man?
What are you talking about?
We go into the Oxcilis system
every six months for software
upgrades and fine tuning,
I guess-- some glitch
specific to this type of plane.
Shit.
Do you know when this
plane last went in?
Yeah.
About a month ago.
Ah, a little nervous
here, but I'm not
gonna let you bleed to death.
- Ah.
Ow.
Ow.
I think my arm's broken.
It hurts.
Ow!
Owie.
[inaudible]
You're not becoming
a good person, are you?
Please, you know
me better than that.
All right, you'll be OK.
WOMAN PASSENGER: Doctor?
Doctor, we need
your help back here.
Do you have to go, Dad?
Do you?
Go, Philip.
It's what you do.
Duty calls.
I'll just go, hm?
I think it's broken.
- Let me have a look.
- Ow!
Owie!
- Let me see.
Let me see.
- Ow.
Like I said, nice
fucking security.
What are you getting at?
I'll show you.
Here's a list of
last month's checks.
Now, this ID's the number
for your plane, right?
Right.
I told you we were there.
Wait a second.
Hold on.
AV29367, that's the flight
from Honolulu that crashed.
Here's Denver.
And there's Seattle.
Holy shit.
Doc.
Hey, doc, she's, uh--
she hit her head back there.
Do you think you could
come take a look?
OK.
OK.
OK.
OK.
You keep an eye on
the nervous breakdown.
I'll take care of this.
- OK.
[computer sounds]
Sam, I'm sending you--
What the hell was
going on up there?
You people were
all over the radar.
That's putting it mildly.
Listen, I'm emailing
you list now
of planes that have been
in the Oxcilis group
recently for fixes.
You ground them all.
What are you talking about?
Oxcilis brings in these planes
every six months for checks.
The three planes that
crashed, and this one,
were all in the
plant a month ago.
Now--
Neil, I got him,
Wilson Rundle.
Way to go, Rudy.
Worked writing code
in the Oxcilis project.
Send him this info.
OK, Neil, the consensus
is that this guy's
a brilliant coder but crazy.
He was badly burned in
a fire at the plant.
Oxcilis gave him a big pay out
probably to keep him quiet.
So he quietly
went away, knowing
just when the planes
would be back in the plant
and vulnerable.
Looks that way.
SAM: We'll get
right back to you.
Paul.
I'm right here, Paul.
I can't feel my arms.
It's a temporary paralysis.
I'm sorry you won't be
able to move for a while.
Who's got control
of the plane?
He still does.
So I haven't seen my
dad for like two years.
And, um-- and I
finally found him.
And he had been in the
hospital for a couple of weeks.
And I-- and I just
really wanted to see him.
[crying] I really wanted to--
BOY: Dad, come back.
You'll see him, [inaudible].
You'll see him.
I want my dad.
It's OK.
It's OK.
Dad!
Mama's here.
Will you be OK?
Dad, come back.
Come back.
It's OK.
BOY: Dad!
Dad!
Oh, ma'am, I'm sorry.
You really can't be up here.
Nonsense.
Go be with your family.
I'll take over
from here, Doctor.
BOY: Dad!
Ma'am, this man is
seriously injured.
I need to be here.
Your wife and son needs you.
We don't have much time left.
Go now.
Go be with them.
BOY: Dad!
DR. PHILIP: Thank you.
How are you feeling, Captain?
I know you.
You're a nurse.
Not really.
I just play one on TV.
Ah.
Right.
You're Bernadette DeCoer.
You're on "Love
in the Afternoon."
15 years, until they
decided I was too old to play
the sexy love interest.
Ah.
I don't think you're
too old for all that.
You will do just
fine, Captain.
Papa's going to
stay right here, OK?
BOY: I'm so glad
you're back Dad.
Last known address was
right here in Chicago.
I'm setting Rudy out with
a SWAT team right now.
Rock steady, Neil.
We're coming down
the homestretch.
Once we find Cain's
system, I'll link up
you and Rudy to go do that
voodoo that you do so well.
Are you ready to
rumble, kemosabe?
You better believe
it, chief, After all,
it's a binary world, right?
Yes or no, black or white.
Yeah.
Now you're talking.
Let's do this.
[guns clicking]
[beeping]
We've got company.
I [inaudible].
[ding] Ladies and gentlemen,
it's time to begin
our in-flight entertainment.
Now, it is R and has not been
edited for content, but--
BOY: It's that guy, Dad.
CAIN: --I think we're all
mature enough to handle it.
Now, please close
your window shades.
And if you--
Everyone, fasten
your seat belt.
--headphones
purchase head phone
from one of our
lovely attendants,
don't worry about it.
This one's on me.
MAXINE: Fasten your seat belt.
CAIN: The particulars may be--
Oh, my god.
CAIN: --obscure, so I'll
provide a play by play.
Fucking Boneheads International,
or whatever FBI stands for,
are knock, knock,
knocking at my door.
They're he-re.
But I'm not.
The number you dialed
has been disconnected.
Sit tight.
Sit tight, yeah.
Sit tight's what I do best.
CAIN: [inaudible] hot and sticky
in night in downtown Chicago,
as the FBI--
[sighs] nowhere to
run, nowhere to hide--
in full riot gear [inaudible].
And there they are.
Yeah.
Hey, guys.
Hey there.
Peek-a-boo.
What the hell do you want?
What do I want?
I want my genius to be
realized and for the world
to regret throwing away and
not cherishing that genius.
I want my place in history.
But most of all, I
want to watch it burn.
You don't have to do this!
[sputtering] Shit.
You know, you're gonna
miss the best part, OK?
Come in.
Welcome to my
world, motherfucker!
[indistinct exclamations]
Oh shit!
[gunfire]
[inaudible], up, please.
Thank you.
Oh, that's got to smart.
[gunfire]
[laughing]
Jesus!
That's your buddy Rudy!
FBI AGENT: The whole
place is booby trapped.
Get me the hell out of here!
Come on.
[inaudible]
[laughing]
[gasping]
Access Road West should
get you out of here.
Move it [inaudible], kemosabe.
That's kemo.
Come on, buddy, move it.
Get your ass out of there.
What the hell do you want?
[sputtering]
Oh.
Let's go.
Maybe they'll find his teeth.
You piece of shit.
Ah, temper, temper.
Neil, Rudy was a moron.
I mean, really, I
did him a favor.
You know the pain
you're causing.
Pain?
What do you know about pain?
[indistinct exclamations]
Are you afraid?
Because you damn well better be.
[grunting]
WOMAN: Hey!
No!
MAN: Stop him!
No!
Don't!
Don't!
Let me go!
Get out of my way!
Let go of the door!
[rush of air]
[yelling]
[screaming]
Ah!
Looks like someone
lost their [inaudible]..
[screaming]
[screaming]
Grab a strap.
No!
No!
No!
Get it off!
No!
No!
This is supposed to
be my last night of work
not my last night
on planet Earth.
WOMAN: Help!
We need help back here.
BOY: No!
No!
No.
Don't touch me!
No.
Stop it!
Get off!
Please, Tobaz,
keep this on, please.
Keep it on.
- Yours first.
Yours first.
He won't [inaudible]
if you don't.
Here you go.
[inaudible] OK.
It's all right.
There you go.
There you go.
It's all right.
DR: PHILIP: Breathe.
Help him.
He was hit in the head.
Breathe.
Breathe.
[gasping] Wh-- what happened?
What are you talking about?
This always happens in coach.
[laughter turned to coughing]
You can't-- that's
murdering US citizens.
So is allowing that plane
to crash into that plant.
Look, Keller, I do not want
to shoot that plane down.
Then give them more time.
Call off the jets.
All of my training, my
entire career and life
have been devoted to protecting
this country and government.
If I allow them to continue,
I fail that mission.
Give Neil a chance
to regain control.
If what our special weapons
team saw has any indication,
Cain has everything covered.
We don't know that for sure!
Well, I know my
hands are tied!
Once they reach
77-degrees longitude,
I've got to take them down.
We have to get to
a lower altitude,
at least to 15,000
feet for the masks off.
None of the controls respond.
We don't have
enough oxygen. We
burn through it
at this altitude,
people are going to start dying!
There's only one
thing I can think of.
JOSIE: What?
If I cut the connections
between the chip
and the major systems, we
control the plane manually.
But if you cut
the connections,
the engines
automatically shut off.
We could restart them
once we have manual control.
Manual control?
Flying on of these things
manual is hard enough.
Landing is next to impossible.
If everything's perfect,
10 to 1 you'd still crash,
even with an experienced crew.
And I can't handle it!
You could still get us
down, guide us through it.
Is there any other option?
There must be something.
There's not another option.
Let's do it.
He's bringing us down.
We're beginning our descent.
Friends, countrymen,
lend me your ears.
Our journey is
drawing to a close.
I'm sorry.
I'm not very good at goodbyes.
Don't worry.
We'll-- we'll see
other soon-- in hell.
It's Independence Day.
You'll have just enough fuel to
ensure the greatest fireworks
the world has ever seen.
He's dumping fuel.
He's dumping fuel!
[inaudible]
Why didn't you
tell us about this?
We have a right to know.
- Would it have helped?
BERNADETTE: We deserve
an explanation.
I deal with what's
in front of me.
And what's in front of
me is a way out of this.
Neil, you have to go down
to the wiring compartment.
Josie, move the
captain to the cockpit
so he can see the readings.
Now, tell me exactly what
I have to do down there.
We need to keep contact
to a minimum in case
Cain overhears us.
OK, there are
three main components
hooked into the
autopilot, the ailerons,
the elevator, and the rudder.
Once you cut out all three,
the engines will cut off.
If we can restart,
we'll be in control.
You all need to be ready
to take over the second I
disconnect the wires.
All right.
Josie, Neil, there are
two F-16s flying with us.
Is that good or bad?
They could be here
to help us, right?
I don't think so.
OK, Neil, you need
to cut the red wire,
then the black, then
the green, got it?
Red, black, green.
OK, you guys.
Sam, you can't do this!
I'm trying to buy you
as much time as I can.
Trying isn't
gonna cut it, Sam!
You patch me through
to the pilots.
Jesus, Neil, you
know I can't do that.
77 degrees is the cut off.
You got that?
At your speed, you've
got about five minutes.
You patch me through
to the pilots, Sam.
There may be another
way out of this.
Let me see what I can do.
I'm in.
Great.
Great.
Great.
Great.
FIGHTER JET PILOT:
1672, delta one-niner,
do you read me, over?
Delta one-niner, this is 672.
Listen, you need to
give us some time.
We're about to regain
manual control of the plane.
I need more time.
FIGHTER JET PILOT: On whose
authority are you speaking?
This isn't about authority!
This isn't about what's right.
You're about to shoot down a
planeload of American citizens.
Sorry, 672, I have my orders.
No.
No.
Wait.
Wait.
Listen, there's a chance
you can get out of this
without blood on your hands.
I'm gonna disconnect everything
and restart the engines.
CAIN: Hey, Neil.
And just a few more minutes
is all I'm asking for.
FIGHTER JET PILOT: 672, you
are 80 miles from kill zone.
Neil, answer me.
Neil, I need to talk to you!
I'm right here, Cain.
I'm feeling a little strange.
We're feeling a
little strange too.
You know the cabin's
depressurized.
FIGHTER JET PILOT: 672,
70 miles from cut off.
Two more minutes.
Two more minutes, please.
Hos did you lose a door, huh?
You know, so I hope
you know I didn't
have anything do with that.
I wouldn't do
something like that.
It's beneath me.
People got scared.
You got us all scared, Cain.
Yeah.
Yeah, I know.
That's what I've
been thinking about.
FIGHTER JET PILOT: 672, you're
at 50 miles and counting.
Delta one-niner, I have
to end communication now.
But I'm about to regain
control of the plane.
Two more minutes,
and these people
have a real chance to
survive this, over and out.
I'm feeling something
[inaudible],, Neil.
What's that?
Out.
I don't know, man.
I don't know if, uh,
what I'm doing is, uh--
I don't know if what
I'm doing is right.
I can't-- I can't stop seeing
the screaming faces melting.
It's not too late to stop.
Trust me, Neil, it's not fun.
I swear to god it was
gonna change the world.
Look what they
fucking did to me.
Look what they
fucking did to me.
So you know what?
Screw 'em.
I'll change the
world however I want.
Neil?
Hey, Neil?
Neil, listen to me.
Hey, Neil, I'm just
fucking with you.
[mad laughter]
FIGHTER JET PILOT:
672, what's going on?
672, [inaudible].
[screaming]
[inaudible]
[mad laughter]
FIGHTER JET PILOT: 30
miles from kill zone.
[inaudible]
[laughter] Oh,
and I must say--
I must say, Neil, nice job
with the fighter pilots.
I mean, really, you
are [inaudible]..
I mean, really, it
was-- it was touching.
It was touching.
I mean, really, it
got my heart strings.
FIGHTER JET PILOT: Request
permission to lock our target,
sir.
I mean, [inaudible] going--
you're all-- you're all two
more minutes-- two more minutes,
and these people
got to meet Jesus.
FIGHTER JET PILOT:
Razor, lock on target.
RAZOR: Arming missile.
I thought you
were going to start
talking about moms and flags
and apple pie and all that shit.
Hey, Neil, you're
a fucking genius.
[laughs]
Hey, Cain.
Yeah?
I'm just fucking with you.
It's done.
Everything's cut.
Get ready.
[inaudible]
[screaming]
Oh, come on.
FIGHTER JET PILOT: 672,
what is your status?
Delta one-niner, we have
regained control of the plane.
It's all up to you now.
God help us.
No!
No-o-o!
That's it.
The engines are cut.
Ah!
Two buttons below
the throttles.
You see them, one and two?
But do it sequentially.
We'll get a hot start.
You are going to end up a pile
of twisted metal, burnt bodies.
No matter what you
do, you're gonna be--
you're going down.
You are not going
to make this, Neil.
FIGHTER JET PILOT:
672, we are locked on.
What is your status?
[inaudible] are on.
Pull back on the
control sticks--
control sticks, it's there to
your right-- to your right.
What?
NEIL: Hold on.
Hold on!
FIGHTER JET PILOT:
[inaudible] orders.
Pull back!
Pull back!
Ah!
Neil, you need
to get up here now.
We need your help.
10 seconds.
I will be there in 10 seconds.
[inaudible]
throttle, more power.
More power!
More power!
CAIN: You're gonna end up a pile
of twisted metal, burnt bodies.
Don't listen to him!
He can't touch us now.
FIGHTER JET PILOT:
Standby to launch missile.
We need more power.
Push forward on the throttle.
More power!
Come on!
I'm trying!
I'm trying!
CAIN: Fireworks.
Oh, my god.
Is that what I think it is?
[screaming]
CAIN: [inaudible]
Calvert Cliffs.
[grunting]
I can see you.
And I'm telling you,
you're not gonna make it.
You're not.
You're gonna [inaudible].
NEIL: We got it!
[screaming]
FIGHTER JET PILOT: Launch her
my command, Razor, in 10--
You're not gonna make it.
FIGHTER JET PILOT: --9, 8--
NEIL: Come on!
FIGHTER JET PILOT: --7--
CAIN: [inaudible]
FIGHTER JET PILOT: --5,
4, 3, 2, [inaudible]..
[screaming in the cabin]
Did we do it?
FIGHTER JET PILOT:
Nice work, 672.
Delta one-niner
returning to base.
That wasn't as spectacular
as I would have liked.
But let me assure you of
one thing, the demise of--
Hey, Cain, shut the fuck up!
Man, that felt good.
OK, all right,
what do we do now?
We've got to find some
place to set her down.
Where?
Wherever we can.
What's going on?
Cain no longer has
control of this plane.
[cheering]
NEIL: Sam.
Neil!
We've been trying
to get through.
We did it, Sam.
We disconnected him.
We're flying the plane manually.
[cheering]
We'll clear every
runway at Baltimore
International for you.
It's only 20 miles away.
The navigational systems
are completely knocked out.
When I say we're landing
manually, I mean it.
Jesus.
You got enough fuel to
hold out till daylight?
Cain dumped most of it.
And the fuel that we
do have is going fast.
We had to restart the engines,
which knocked down about 20%
of what was left.
I'm unable to
operate the controls.
So I'm gonna have to
walk Neil through it.
We're gonna do everything
we can up here, Sam.
Just make it as easy
in us as you can.
You got it.
Neil, there's a couple of
things you need to know.
First, we've grounded every
airplane equipped with Oxcilis.
Good.
I got some bad news.
I know about Rudy, Sam.
I'm sorry.
Sam, [inaudible] best.
OK, you heard the man, people.
Let's make it easy on him.
Saddle up!
DISPATCHER: All units
to runway three.
Mobilize full resting
units to runway three.
GROUND CONTROL:
All inbound traffic
to Baltimore International be
advised the airport is closed.
MAN: Move it!
GROUND CONTROL (MALE
SPEAKER): 1846,
you are not clear for takeoff.
Return to gate 17.
GROUND CONTROL (FEMALE
SPEAKER0: Flight 733,
reduce air speed
to do 2-5-0 knots.
Cut right 0-1-5 and
divert to Dulles, over.
GROUND CONTROL (MALE
SPEAKER): All air
traffic has been diverted.
The runways are clear.
All right, Neil.
You are go for landing.
Runways are clear?
We've done everything
but tear down the terminal.
OK, just want to remind
you boys, we that land
using the ILS system
or radio beacons.
It's visual all the way.
OK, here's the plan.
Circle around and begin
your descent toward runway
two over the terminal.
Over the terminal?
Are you crazy?
We've evacuated it.
Land in the opposite
direction, and you
should have enough room.
Doesn't that send us
directly into the Bay?
There's an empty
field beyond runway two.
OK.
You make sure
everybody's out of there.
Because we run out of fuel,
we're gonna be coasting in.
Roger that.
You're gonna make it, though.
Ease back on the throttle.
Start taking us down.
[bing]
OK, folks, we're
gonna try to land.
Now, I know we've
been through some hair
stuff here to put it mild.
While I can't promise you
that the worst is over,
I can promise you that
those of us in this cockpit
will do everything we can
to get you through this.
See you on the ground.
[sigh]
One of you needs to
extend the flaps to slow
us down for final approach.
You got it?
CAPTAIN O'KELLY: It's a black
switch over on your right.
Yeah.
Flaps extending .
Got it.
[beeping]
Christ, the flaps
didn't go down.
CAPTAIN O'KELLY: Pull
on that [inaudible] now!
Ah!
GROUND CONTROL: 672
is losing altitude.
[screaming]
Hold on!
GROUND CONTROL: 672
is going to tank.
They're going to crash.
Get the flaps back up now!
Ah!
Look at that!
672 is back in the air!
[crying]
We're burning through fuel!
Goddamn it.
Talk to me, Neil.
What's happening up there?
One of our flaps is stuck.
We can use one on each wing,
but it's still not gonna get
us down at an acceptable speed.
And any second now we're
gonna be running on fumes.
We're not gonna
pull this off, are we?
Keep it sturdy as you can.
Need to be lined up.
There should be rows of
white lights down there.
Can you see them?
- Yes.
We're right in line.
We're lined up.
Are you ready for us?
That's affirmative.
God speed.
Stead now.
I got it.
I got it.
Can't get enough leverage.
For Christ's sake
you're not gonna
get any leverage if
you're splattered
all over the windshield.
Control the levers
as best you can.
Are we lowering
some of the flaps?
CAPTAIN O'KELLY:
Yeah, one on each wing
should slow us down some.
Use the rudder to line
us up with the runways.
You swerve, and we're history.
Stay focused.
We're out of fuel!
Aw, let go of the throttle.
It doesn't matter anymore!
Just use the rudder.
And for God's sake,
keep us level!
OK, lower the wheels.
Got it.
They wheels are stuck!
- Can we land?
- Should I pull up?
Ah, it's too late goddamn it.
But we can do it!
It won't be pretty,
but we can do it.
GROUND CONTROL: 672,
land clear [inaudible]..
Come on!
Hold on!
Oh, god.
Hold on!
[screaming]
Hold it steady, Neil!
Hold what steady?
[screaming]
[sirens]
[crying and murmuring]
MAXINE: Everyone,
unfasten your seat belt
and slowly and calmly follow me.
[cheering]
That's just great.
We did it.
GROUND CONTROL: 672 has landed
and is safe on the ground!
[cheering]
We made it.
Josie!
Josie!
Talk to me.
Josie!
[sirens]
Thank you, Captain.
[sirens]
[grunting]
- Oh, my side.
Oh, you just
hang in there, OK?
Help's gonna be on the way.
We did.
We made it through
the hard part.
Everything's gonna be fine, OK?
[sirens]
We did it.
[sirens]
Never again-- I am
never flying again.
Amen to that one.
Listen, I've been
meaning to, you know,
apologize about that stuff
way back in school, you know?
I want to start fresh.
Maybe, like, take you to a
little dinner or something,
you know.
But I promise, this time
I'll keep my hands to myself.
[laughing] Maybe this
time you don't have to.
What?
[inaudible]
Watch the hands.
Still hard to get.
Come here.
[laughter]
Neil?
[inaudible]
I-- I--
[crying]
It's OK.
We made it.
Yeah.
I told you.
Now, you're gonna be OK.
Yeah.
You're gonna see your daddy?
OK.
Hm?
MAN: Can we get
some help over here?
Keep him steady.
Don't worry.
I'll ride with him
to the hospital.
She's got me covered, Doc.
Don't worry about [inaudible].
It's time you go and be
with your family now.
You've done all you can.
Besides, I'm beginning
to like this role.
Is there [inaudible], Captain?
CAPTAIN O'KELLY:
That's just great.
Take care of your husband.
[sirens]
Dad.
Dad!
Let's go!
Yes, son, we're going
to the White House, hm?
Yeah?
MAN: Zoe Michaels?
Zoe Michaels?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm Zoe.
Miss Michaels, your father--
Oh, God, what is it?
No, he's doing much better.
If you want, you
can come with me.
And I'll take you to see him.
He's been asking about you.
- He has?
Yeah.
Come on.
OK.
It's over.
[inaudible]
Ah.
Said he wanted
to see things burn.
He was on a suicide mission.
Wherever he is, it's close.
We need to get this arm set.
Looks like you may
have a fractured rib.
I'm taking you to
County General.
I'll be right there.
I'd like that.
[ambulance starts]
Be careful.
Go.
How was your flight?
JOSIE: No!
Adios, kemosabe.
[inaudible]!
It's Cain.
He's here!
Woo!
[laughing] [whistling]
NEIL: It's him!
Come on!
Ooh.
It's Cain!
[laughing]
Shit.
Hey!
Get back here!
Hey!
Welcome to Baltimore
International Airport,
where your life on on
Earth shall be nasty,
[inaudible], and brutish.
Ah!
You better-- you really
better fasten your seat belt.
[laughter] Come on.
Ooh-hoo.
[laughter]
[grunting]
What a rush.
[zapping]
Oh.
Nice to meet you, kemosabe.
But you know what?
You're a little too late.
That [inaudible] second string.
But in 10 minutes, we're
all gonna be toast.
It's going to Calvert
Cliffs with no one aboard!
[inaudible]
[grunting and groaning]
Bitch!
She is so beautiful.
You want to know what
my pain is all about?
[sounds of fighting]
Ah!
Go.
Go.
Go!
Go!
No!
[screaming]
[explosions]
Yes or no.
Do or die.
Ow.
Ow.
You're hurt.
Yeah.
Let's get you to a hospital.
That's a good idea.
Yeah.
You got any plans
for the Fourth?
No, why?
Well, I was thinking maybe
we could take the train,
watch the fireworks over
the capital [inaudible]??
Yeah.
Yeah, I'd like that.
Train's are good.
NEIL: Yeah, trains are good.
[music playing]
[beeping]
JANITOR: Don't you ever go home?
Oh, I got to finish
this report by Tuesday.
Have a happy Fourth.
Right.
GROUND CONTROL: Flight 1055,
you're clear for final approach
into Denver.
Come on down to
1,500 feet, cowpoke.
Denver approach,
Flight 1055 descending
through 1,500 [inaudible].
GROUND CONTROL:
Thank you, partner.
Folks, we've turn on
the fasten seat belt sign,
and we started our
descent into Denver.
We'll have you in the Mile
High City around 8:15.
That should be plenty
of time for you
to rest up for tomorrow's
hot dogs and fireworks.
The current temperature in
Denver's about 75 degrees.
But it's going to zoom all the
way up to 95 degrees tomorrow.
It's going to a hot,
sticky Independence Day.
On behalf of the
entire flight crew,
we want to wish you a safe
and happy 4th of July.
PILOT: Unfortunately,
this low cloud cover
is going to keep us from
showing you a beautiful view
of the Mile High City skyline.
And we're going to
be in this thick soup
until we touch
down on the runway.
We're going to be
putting on the fasten
your seat belt sign
in just a few minutes.
So if you want to
stretch your legs,
this is a good time to it.
What the hell?
Where's the runway?
I got it.
Full throttle.
Go around.
Flaps up.
Trim for climb.
Not responding.
PILOT: Turn off the autopilot.
Shut down the computer.
Shutting down.
Still not responding.
We're too low!
The plane's going down!
We're gonna crash!
[indistinct yelling]
COPILOT: Switching to manual.
Adjust the trim.
The rudder's frozen.
Still no control.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT:
Take your seats.
[inaudible] seat belt.
COPILOT: Mayday, [inaudible].
Mayday.
The controls are dead.
Nothing's responding.
Oh, god.
[explosions]
[elevator dings]
Neil.
Neil, what happened?
Well, they crashed.
Keller says we've got people
from Washington coming.
Where is he?
Hey, boss.
My presentation.
- I'm just finishing it.
- Move it.
And just remember the
operative phrase for you
two is seen and not heard.
Got it?
Right.
Put on some pants, Neil.
And for god's sake,
lose the earring.
OK.
Gentlemen, thank
you for coming.
Two hours ago, Flight 1055
crashed into the largest
skyscraper in Denver.
Half of downtown is
still engulfed in flames.
Based upon the rising toll
of dead and injured, not
to mention the property damage,
this is hands down the worst
disaster in aviation history.
Jesus Christ.
That's three major
crashes in three weeks.
Doesn't anybody here have a
clue as to what's going on?
General Roberts from
the NSA has an idea.
He'll be joining us shortly.
But now here's
what the FAA knows.
Flight 1055 stopped
responding to air
traffic controllers
approximately one hour
before it crashed.
DIA went nuts trying
to raise them,
and they could not
get a response.
Any read on those black boxes?
Our first look at the
flight data recorder
reads like they were right
where they were supposed to be.
The cockpit voice recorder
was empty, nothing.
Obviously they've both
been tampered with somehow.
What about those
first two crashes?
Any similar mechanical failures?
Actually there are.
Neil, that's good
of you to join us.
Rudy, let's run the demos.
You're looking at three
spectacular crashes.
In each case, the crews
were unaware of any problems
prior to the lost communication
between the aircraft
and the ground.
First, Flight 232
from Honolulu to LAX--
new engine shut down
halfway through the flight.
It plunged into the Pacific.
Flight 90, JFK to
Seattle, this one
veered 200 miles from
the original flight path
and crashed into a mountain.
Again, controllers
powerless to get through.
Gentlemen, the news
is getting worse.
A half hour ago, the
Pakistan terror group
Red Dawn claimed
responsibility for the crash
of flight 1-0-5-5.
They've also
claimed responsibility
Jimmy Hoffa and El Nino.
Shut up.
What was that?
Sir, I was just saying doesn't
the Red Dawn seem a little,
well, organized for
something of this scope?
[chuckles] Just how
extensive is your knowledge
of terrorist groups?
My right-hand man spent
two years with Red Dawn.
But maybe, just maybe, you
know more than he does.
I'm not suggesting that, sir.
I'm suggesting that we're
thinking inside the box.
I think we're dealing
with a whole new breed
of terrorist here,
a computer hacker.
The FBI's Computer Crime
Unit doesn't think so.
Move on, Neil.
No, hear me out, Sam.
Listen, each plane that went
down was the same model jet.
And each one had a flight
computer retrofitted
with the new Oxcilis
chip, which drains
an unprecedented
amount of control
from the pilot to the computer.
It's the same chip that
prevented 23332 from ditching
last year, that rerouted
hundreds of planes
this year alone around
dangerous weather.
And which was manufactured
by a company with the most
lax security imaginable.
I mean, I'm talking a
12-year-old could hack in--
Son, I don't know what
you've been smoking.
Because what I'm smelling here
is a whole lot of horse shit.
You know, even a
redneck old fart
like me knows that
a plane's computer's
not connected to the ground.
They're self-contained so that
a hacker can't gain access
unless he's on the plane.
Let me explain.
This guy hacks into the
mainframe of the company
that makes the chip, OK?
Then alters the
programming on the chip
itself, telling it to link up
to him once it's in the air.
What the FBI needs from
the is technical analysis
not these conspiracy theories
and intellectual bullshit.
And that's exactly
what you will get, sir.
Neil will have the break down on
the on-board computer sequences
done by noon.
We will be pursuing
this investigation
per the instructions
of General Roberts.
Anything else?
Man, all I'm saying is that
the Red Dawn couldn't have had
the technological know how--
Son--
I think we're done here.
Let's go.
I want you to do the computer
models and break down the data,
and that's all I want you to do.
I can do that with
my eyes closed, Sam.
- Then do it!
- I'm sorry.
If I see something important,
I'm gonna point it out.
There are lives at
stake here, Sam.
You listen to me.
You are not one of
the investigators.
You are on this task
force to crunch numbers.
The FBI has computer
crime specialists to bring
in if that's what they need.
Sam, just hear me out.
No.
Hear me out, hotshot.
Don't you ever run roughshod
like that over me in a meeting.
I was expressing an opinion.
You were out of line!
If you do it again, I will
drop you like a bad habit.
Whoever's doing this
isn't going to stop, Sam.
They're going to strike another
plane and strike it soon.
One more flight to go.
You know, from now on
July 4th isn't just
America's Day of Independence.
It's also Josie Wallus's--
free from the sky and
running my own business.
Hold on there, girl.
You're sounding like you've
got short-timer's disease.
What?
Mm-him, using the
last flight to take
revenge on all the ghosts
of bad passengers past.
[laughing] You know
what I'm talking about.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
You're under the impression that
I'm actually working tonight.
I mean, I thought you were
going to let me take it easy.
Oh, don't even try.
[laughing] Besides,
it's a holiday red eye.
It's a piece of cake.
Exactly what I planned--
hardly any passengers
and most of them asleep.
Hey, did I tell you
I signed the lease?
Only about 10 times.
[laughing] I'm gonna
miss you, Josie.
Aw, well, you're not
done with me until dawn.
Oh, I'm sorry we're gonna
be done with you at all.
Oh, thanks, Paul.
That's nice to hear.
So, um, tell me, those,
um, hippety-hoppity clothes
you're going to be selling--
[laughter]
It's hip hop.
Ah.
Oh, right.
Um, those are those
ridiculous clothes
that my nieces and nephews
love and I hate, right?
Right.
That's why I'm gonna
give them a big discount.
[laughter]
It's one route away
from a life on the ground
and coincidentally
one route away
from your last chance with me.
[laughing] Now that's
got to break her heart.
[laughing].
Flight check.
Aye-aye, Captain.
Think about what you're missing.
Never.
That's it.
My god, makes perfect sense.
Each plane that crashed had
the Oxcilis chip, right?
Yeah, but there are
hundreds of planes that have
the chip that haven't crashed.
Yeah, I know.
But look at this.
Sam, how you doing?
You're going to have
that analysis done soon?
You know it.
Just finishing it now, boss.
OK, we narrowed it down
to the models [inaudible]..
Then eliminate the planes
that aren't flying.
Cut out the commuter planes
and international flights
because this guy likes big,
spectacular US crashes.
Neil, you're not
a secret agent.
That narrows it
down to these three--
Austin to Omaha, Providence
to Atlanta, Seattle to Salt
Lake City.
Neil--
And he's escalating.
It's going to be more
spectacular than the last one.
More specular than
annihilating Denver?
I'm dead serious, Rudy.
I think we got the
power to stop this guy.
Look, this flight's been
rerouted, 2:00 AM departure.
It's going from Milwaukee to--
--Washington, DC.
It's going to DC
on the 4th of July.
If you want spectacular,
that's the one.
Wait, what are you--
what are you doing?
You-- you can't just
go to Milwaukee, Neil.
Neil!
Look, if I'm wrong,
I get disciplined.
Maybe I get fired.
But if I'm right, people die.
I couldn't live with that.
I really think you're
making a mistake, Neil.
Look, [scoffs] if
you're so convinced
the plane's in trouble,
why don't you just call?
Rudy, I got to do it myself.
I call Keller.
He starts screaming.
Maybe he sends some no-brainer
down to check out the computer.
I still think you're
making a mistake, man.
We live in a
binary world, right?
It all comes down
to ones and zeros,
black or white, yes and no.
Come on.
That's self-indulgent
programmer crap.
In the real world, we
deal with shades of gray.
Stay or go, do or die.
Tell Keller I went out
to get some coffee.
[energetic music playing]
Getting back to our top
story, "Disaster "in Denver,
grizzly recovery after--
WOMAN (OVER LOUD SPEAKER):
[inaudible] pick up
the white courtesy phone.
Laura Ward, please pick up
the the white courtesy phone.
TV REPORTER (ON TV):
15 passengers and 6
crew member are confirmed dead.
I want it monitored 24-7.
Yep.
Are we going to see
the White House, Mom?
That's right, Tobaz.
And a big museum with dinosaurs.
CHILD: Cool.
You know, call me
if there's any change.
Look, of course that's OK.
Got it.
Bye.
You know, maybe this isn't the
right time to go on holiday.
New residents are
coming in next week,
and I need to be
at the hospital.
Philip, we are
on family vacation.
And this is the only time you
get to spend with your son.
Of course.
[phone rings]
Dr. Philip here.
Hey, I'm so glad you called.
You know, go to the hospital,
check their blood pressure.
Hey, don't I know you?
DR. PHILIP: --vitals
every four hours.
Make sure somebody
stays with him 24-7.
Nope, I don't think so.
I know this
sounds like a line,
but you look very
familiar to me.
Mm-hm.
But then again, if
I don't know you well,
that can be fixed
right here today.
I'm Ray-- Ray Macklin.
AIRLINE EMPLOYEE
(OVER LOUDSPEAKER):
Because of security
measures, this will take
a little longer than usual.
We are now seating first
class passengers and rows 40
through 45.
We do appreciate your patience.
And thank you for
choosing Domaine
Airline for your travel needs.
[energetic music]
MAN: Thank you.
Is there a chance I
could [inaudible] seats?
The boss told me with
the DC trip and my job,
it's the only reason I'm here.
I hate to fly.
Yeah, I love airports--
plastic food, plastic people.
[energetic music]
Listen, all I'm saying is
it would take a lot longer
to get on this damn
plane than it's
going to take to get to DC.
It's for your safety
and security, sir.
Well, I'll feel
a lot more secure
once I make it to my damn
sales meeting on time.
Enjoy your flight.
Yeah, right.
Ray?
Ray Macklin?
Oh, Jesus.
It's been a long time.
Sure has, Max,
since high school.
And you know my tooth is still
chipped where you hit me.
- You deserved it.
- That's debatable.
Would you like a
pre-flight beverage?
No.
I'm fine.
Thanks.
- Good.
Excuse me.
Jesus.
Here we go.
Is there a problem?
Yes.
You.
[energetic music]
Ah!
Uh, man.
JITTERY MAN: Sorry.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Let me help.
FEMALE PASSENGER: It's OK.
Here you are, honey.
Thanks.
[energetic music]
Hey!
No parking!
Hey!
OFFICER: Hey!
- Watch that for me.
Hey!
Stop!
Airport Security.
Hey!
Stop!
FAA emergency.
Stop him!
Hey, stop the plane!
I need you to bring
back that plane.
Stop that plane!
Hey, buddy.
You don't who you're
dealing with here.
- Son--
- I'm with the FAA.
You better show me some ID.
My chest bottom pocket.
[jet engine running]
Sorry.
Get the pilot of that
plane on the phone.
I'm so--
Get it done.
Patch me through to 617.
Thank you.
Captain O'Kelly, I have
a representative here
from the FAA, and you
need to talk to him.
Thank you.
Captain?
Listen, I think someone's
fucked with your computer.
I need to run some checks
on it before you take off.
Ground control, we're
staying put until this
is straightened out, over.
Roger, 672.
Hold your current position.
We're gonna roll
out the red carpet
and open up the front hatch.
Thank you.
We need to get
out to that plane.
This way.
Let's go.
[beeping]
Yes?
CAPTAIN O'KELLY: Josie, prepare
to open the front hatch.
Yes, sir.
Why are we moving?
CAPTAIN O'KELLY: I
don't have a clue.
Disengage autopilot?
Never turned it on.
COPILOT: I'll hit
the override anyway.
CAPTAIN O'KELLY: Do it.
Paul, what the hell?
You didn't get the clear.
Hey.
What the hell was that?
We just started moving, sir.
Everything is fine.
No, but why did it--
why did it jerk like that?
There's nothing
to worry about.
FAA emergency.
We need your truck.
Go ahead.
Great.
OFFICER: You in?
I'm good.
Go!
Go!
GROUND CONTROL: 672, what
the hell are you doing?
The plane's moving on its own.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
Deeper breaths are better.
[breathing deeply]
Goddamn it.
He's moved it.
OFFICER: Hang on!
GROUND CONTROL: 672, 672,
you have not been authorized
to proceed to the taxiway.
CAPTAIN O'KELLY: This
aircraft is moving on its own.
COPILOT: We're
gonna clip his tail!
Cut the computer.
Shut it down.
- I'm trying.
I can't.
No!
[shrieks]
WOMAN: I think we just hit
something on the runway.
Oh, my god, we're
off the runway.
GROUND CONTROL: Return
to the gate immediately.
CAPTAIN O'KELLY: I'd
like nothing better,
but I can't
[inaudible] autopilot.
Well, what can we do?
[sighs] Strap
yourself in and pray.
We've got no control.
Go!
Go!
Go!
I'm calling in backup.
Get me to the plane first!
There's no time.
CAPTAIN O'KELLY: Ground control,
we are moving on to the runway.
Oh, god.
COPILOT: Holy shit!
Rudder hard to starboard!
I can't do anything.
We're gonna ram him.
No.
No.
No.
Keep going!
GROUND CONTROL: 672, you
are crossing into the path
of an incoming flight.
If you maintain your present
course, you will collide.
I repeat, you will collide.
We have no control
over the aircraft.
Divert them.
GROUND CONTROL: They're
halfway through their descent.
I can't divert them.
And be aware of a ground
vehicle under your tail.
That must be that FAA
guy trying to get on.
Josie, go back and
open the rear hatch.
- OK.
If anything goes wrong,
you slam it shut.
We'll talk to him from the air.
Closer!
Get me the rear hatch.
We're following
behind those engines.
The jet blast will kill us!
Do it!
Do it!
Do it!
You got one chance here.
GROUND CONTROL: 672,
abort your takeoff.
Abort!
Prepare for collision.
COPILOT: We're dead.
[indistinct shouting]
[indistinct shouting]
Great.
Made it.
What the hell's going
on with this airplane?
Take me to the cockpit
and I'll show you.
CAPTAIN O'KELLY:
Ladies and gentlemen,
this is the captain speaking.
As I'm sure you noticed, we had
a bit of a scare on takeoff.
Rest assured that
everything is fine now.
Fine?
We've got a navigational system
that's setting its own course.
Yeah, can you bypass
the flight computers?
I don't know.
I've never seen anything
like this before.
I have no idea what's happening.
Like I said, somebody's been
fucking with your computer.
You're from the FAA?
Yeah-- Neil McCabe.
You know something about
what's happening here?
Plane was refitted with
the Oxcilis system, right?
Right.
So were all the
planes that went down.
Someone's altered the
chip's programming to give
them control of this plane.
That's impossible.
Is this plane responding
to anything that you do?
No.
Do you have a screwdriver?
What are you going to do?
Yank the problem
out by its roots.
MAN (OVER SPEAKER):
No, no, no, I
wouldn't do that if I were you.
You extrude that chip and
my fail safe mechanism's
launched--
Immediate engine
failure followed
by a nice muzak medley.
What the hell?
Jesus, who is that?
MAN (OVER SPEAKER):
How rude of me.
Let me introduce myself.
My name is Cain.
I'll be your guide for today
as we ride into darkness,
a ride you won't soon forget.
Then again, it will be the
last ride you ever take.
So sit back, relax, do not
attempt to adjust the controls.
I control the horizontal.
[screaming]
I control the vertical.
He's trying to kill us.
[inaudible]
[screaming]
Nothing's responding.
Goddamn it!
[beeping]
CAIN: I'm in control.
I control your lives.
How can he hear us?
Must have bugged the cockpit.
No.
In the other crashes, the tapes
in the black box were blank.
That must be what's happening
to the cockpit voice recorder.
Get ground control now.
The radio's dead.
He's cut us off completely.
- Man.
How are the gauges?
Everything's steady.
Fuel OK?
Full capacity.
Paul, what are you doing?
No nut job does that to my
plane and scares my passengers.
Try and retry the
emergency channels.
Stay here and stay fastened in.
What the hell are you
guys doing up there?
Captain, excuse me.
Everybody all
right back there?
No injuries, no damage,
but the passengers
are freaking out.
WOMAN: You can say that again.
Ladies and gentlemen,
my name is Paul O'Kelly,
and I'm the captain
of this plane.
What's going on?
VARIOUS PASSENGERS: Yeah!
Needless to say,
we're in a crisis.
But I want to assure you that
I and the rest of this flight
crew are going to do
everything we can to get
you down quickly and safely.
He did that.
He controlled the plane!
No, he doesn't.
I may have to rewire and
run off the backup system,
but that moron controls nothing.
[screaming]
Do not make me repeat myself.
This plane is mine.
Once again, enjoy your flight.
WOMAN: We need a doctor!
[distressed yelling]
[crying]
My god, he's gonna kill us!
No!
Please, calm down.
It's OK.
It's OK.
Thank god, he's alive.
We need to move
to a safer place.
I-- I can move the
people out of first class
to the empty seats in the back.
Perfect.
And see if you can
find neck brace.
What can I do?
Get me some men
to move him, please.
I'm gonna need to ask all of
you to move to the rear cabin.
Oh, hell no.
I'm not moving.
Please, sir.
This is an emergency.
We'd really appreciate
your cooperation Thank you.
How could you people let
something like this happen?
I'm not moving
unless she's moving.
I'm moving.
You do the same.
Thank you.
Thanks.
I paid for a
first class ticket.
Yo, Doc, fix him up
so he can do his job
and fly this damn plane.
My husband will
do his best, OK?
Ray, stop complaining
and make yourself useful.
Help them get him
into first class.
Fine.
Thanks for helping.
RAY: All right.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Who is that on TV?
Tell us what's going on!
As soon as we know
what the situation is--
We have a doctor on board
who's taking care of the--
There's a doctor?
I need a doctor.
Let me help you with
some of these people.
Lean your head back.
Lean your head back.
That's-- that's it.
Oh.
[grunting]
All right, I helped.
Now you be sure and fix him up.
Yeah.
Thank you, sir.
We appreciate your help.
Yeah.
Yeah, you, captain junior over
there, no waiting for him,
all right?
Get in that damn cockpit
and fly this plane.
Thank you, sir.
Yeah.
Yeah.
All right.
[indistinct angry chatter]
Definite cerebral concussion--
although I don't think
he is permanently paralyzed.
We've got no pilot
in that cockpit.
It's him.
[distressed chatter]
No, no, no.
I can't believe this shit.
Why don't you shut up!
Ray, just sit your ass down.
Fasten your seat belt
and shut your trap.
But we need to get
him to a hospital.
Christ.
I'm not able to get anything
on the emergency channels.
Can you keep him stabilized?
Only for a while.
All right.
I'll let the passengers
know what's happened.
Thanks.
OK, and Doc, you
take care of him.
Can-- can I have
your attention please?
[distressed shouting]
Listen.
Who the fuck are you?
VARIOUS PASSENGERS: Yeah!
My name's Neil McCabe.
I'm with the FAA-FBI task force
working on the recent crashes.
We're gonna crash!
Goddamn it!
Everyone, please, it's OK.
Just please, calm down.
Calm down.
We ain't got no
goddamned pilot.
Not true.
The captain is injured,
but the copilot is fine.
I know we're gonna crash
like they did in Denver.
[inaudible]
Listen!
Listen, we don't know
what we're gonna crash.
Now, what we do know is
that someone on the ground
has found a way to take over
the plane's autopilot system.
So you're saying
the guy on the TV
has control of this plane.
Yes.
PASSENGER: Oh, no!
Listen.
Listen.
Listen.
Listen, these are not going
to stay that way for long.
Now, what I need to ask all
of you is to remain calm.
The worst thing we
can do is panic.
I promise you, we will find a
way to land this plane safely.
[indistinct shouting]
Where's my husband?
He's fine.
He's tending to Captain O'Kelly.
How do we know he's
from the FAA, huh?
For all we know, he could
be working with him.
He could be the one
bringing this plane down.
Enough.
That guy risked his life
getting on this plane.
He's definitely here to help us.
Oh, Jesus.
How's Paul?
He'll be OK, right?
If we can get him to
the hospital, and that
means getting down.
Is that a wireless phone?
Yeah.
You can't use that.
Why not?
It'll disrupt the
navigational system.
Right.
OK.
[phone ringing]
Keller.
NEIL: It's Neil.
I'm on the--
Where the fuck are you?
We're in crisis mode here.
- I'm on Flight 672.
- Oh, my god.
That was you?
Turn on your com cam.
I was right, Sam.
I know you were.
How are you doing up there?
The passengers
are scared to death.
The captain has been
seriously injured too.
We've got to land this
thing as soon as possible.
All the avionics are
being controlled by a guy
who calls himself Cain.
All air-to-ground
communications are knocked out.
We're talking
radios, you name it.
The guy's wired the
cockpit for sound.
He can overhear
everything we say.
And plus, if we yank the
chip, the engines shut down.
Does he have the
auxiliary systems too?
I think so.
But I'm not sure.
What does he want?
I don't know yet.
But as far as I know, this guy's
crashed three planes already
without asking for anything.
Well, he's got
to want something!
Unless he's a
total psychopath.
This guy's-- he's got
to have a background
in aviation computers.
You check and you see who's
worked on the entire systems,
and especially Oxcilis.
Can you access the
computer flight path?
We're trying to keep
the air clear for you.
But it would help if we knew
where he was taking you.
I'll see what I can do.
Josie?
Can you find me a blank
piece of paper and something
to write with?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
And Neil, you broke
every rule in the book,
but I'm really glad
you're up there.
Marston?
MARSTON: Yes, sir?
Look at the
computer personnel,
starting with the
Oxcilis project.
Contact Quantico.
Get them cracking
on a psych profile.
What can we conclude about a guy
named Cain, first murdered, uh,
killed his brother.
Go, guys.
Let's go!
We haven't that much time!
Perfect.
I'm sending the
coordinates to you now.
I don't recognize them.
But the longitude's
definitely East Coast.
That's not good, Neil.
The whole Eastern Seaboard
is reporting severe wind
sheer and clear air turbulence.
- Rock steady.
We'll get right back to you.
Just help us get down, OK?
How's he doing?
He's unconscious.
But he's OK.
How are you doing?
Me, I'm-- I'm
conscious, but I'm not OK.
Doesn't seem that way to me.
I just--
I don't know how much longer
I can keep it together.
You can.
You're doing a great job.
Thanks.
Today's supposed to
my last day at work.
Thought it'd be an easy flight.
[indistinct yelling]
WOMAN: Oh.
RAY: Let's go.
Get up.
Got to move.
WOMAN: Hey, quit
trying to take my seat.
RAY: No, you [inaudible].
[indistinct yelling]
See what I mean, easy.
I was the first class.
I should have the row back here.
Would you be quiet, please?
My son is trying to sleep.
What?
You are being an ass.
VARIOUS PASSENGERS: Yeah.
WOMAN: Yeah, that's for sure.
Please be calm.
Just please be calm.
These seats are
way too small .
You got to do something.
I know we're in
a scary situation.
No, I'm in an
uncomfortable situation.
That's different.
I'm going back to first
class, where it's safer.
Ray, this is
not the "Titanic."
There aren't any lifeboats.
You want a row?
There's a private
row in the back.
[clapping and cheering]
So happy.
Hey, what's up, baby?
Don't I know you?
No.
My name's Ray.
Coordinates line up to
Calvert Cliffs, Maryland.
What the hell is
in Calvert Cliffs?
Oh, my god.
You track it?
Neil Ferris McCabe,
Social Security, 343-4--
You know.
I know everything.
As a matter of fact, I just
finished draining your 401(k)
and registered you
as a sex offender
with your local law
enforcement agency.
Fuck you.
No, don't worry about it.
You're not gonna be around
long enough for any of this
to bother you.
Oh, and by the way, I would
have given you the coordinates.
All you had to do was ask.
[phone ringing]
What?
Hang up the
speakerphone, Neil, now.
What's going on?
He's taking you to
Calvert Cliffs, Maryland.
Oh, Jesus.
Tell me you guys got a
plan for this because, uh,
I'm drawing a blank right now.
You've got to find
a way to reroute it.
[inaudible]---- he's
wired the cockpit.
He's monitoring everything I do.
Did you find
out what he wants?
He still hasn't
made any demands?
Nothing.
You got to get manual
control or reroute it.
It's up to you.
Shit.
Listen, if I cut the connection
between the hydraulics
and the chip, can
you land manually?
Are you kidding?
That's insane.
Listen, this is a crisis.
I realize that, all right?
The autopilot is essential, OK?
We've to cut it.
Listen to me.
The autopilot is not
a luxury, all right?
It's wired directly
to the hydraulics.
If you cut it, you
almost guarantee a crash.
All right.
We've got to alter
the land coordinates
without him knowing.
Well, where we are headed?
Baltimore area.
OK.
OK.
There's only one
option I can think of.
This is a particularly
nasty virus.
Now, if I can load this on
to his computer, occupy him,
maybe it'll act
as a distraction.
And while he's
scrubbing his system,
you reset for Baltimore
International.
OK.
There's a jack you can use
underneath the cockpit.
JOSIE: I can take you there.
Great.
I need schematics.
Of course.
We're gonna make
this work, right?
Right.
The schematics.
[inaudible], thank you.
Good luck.
Come on.
How's he doing?
Still unconscious
but holding steady.
Cain might not
notice if we can go
in through an auxiliary jack.
There, it should be
right behind the fuse box.
OK, ready?
Yep.
You got it?
You got it.
Should be up here.
OK.
[inaudible].
Is that it?
Yeah.
NEIL: Which one?
What do you mean which one?
There are two.
Which is the main?
- Well, how should I know?
I'm not an engineer!
It's OK.
Just tell me what it says.
You know, I made plans
to start a business,
have a nice, stable life.
I mean, this was my
last day at work.
You told me.
Now just--
I don't like having this
kind of responsibility, OK?
I make the wrong
decision and people die.
Sh.
Sh.
Sh.
Take a deep breath.
Just tell me what is says.
OK.
Um, um, left is auxiliary one,
and right says auxiliary two.
You decide.
Right-- use the
one on the right!
Got it.
Is it working?
Told you.
Stand by.
Roger.
Now.
It's working.
It's working.
We're reset for
Baltimore International.
We got it.
[whistling] Neil,
I give you an inch,
and you, you take a mile.
Do not, I repeat, do
not underestimate me.
I wrote the goddamn
Brethren virus
when you were still in diapers!
I'm disappointed in you.
And you know, Neil,
you're gonna have to do
a little better than that.
You have no idea who
you're fucking with!
You have no idea who
you are fucking with.
Campers, attention, campers,
it appears that some people
are incapable of following
simple instructions
and are trying to ruin
the fun for everyone.
So I'm gonna have to
teach you all a lesson.
I'm sorry.
Neil!
Hold on.
Brace yourself.
[screaming]
[inaudible]!
I got you.
[indistinct yelling]
It's too many Gs.
The plane can't take it.
[distant screaming]
It's amazing the limits
one can push [inaudible]..
[sobbing and crying]
Ah!
[screaming]
[inaudible]
[screaming]
Stop crying, stop.
Sh.
Simmer.
Simmer.
Stop crying.
Stop.
Shh.
[inaudible]
Stop crying!
Because I have a very special
surprise for all of you.
Now, don't tell anyone this.
But you're my favorites.
I mean, Honolulu,
you know, I just
dropped them into the Pacific
without introducing myself.
And, yeah, I worked out
my kinks with Seattle.
And Denver is something I--
I always wanted to do.
What's with this
crazy motherfuck?
The brilliance of flight
672 will be the inspiration
of miles of empty canvas.
Songs will be written.
And moves will be made.
You're going down in a
blazing, blast of history.
What's he talking about?
But I'm sure your
white knight from the FAA
has already told
you all about that.
Happy trails, campers.
Where are we going?
Believe me, you
don't want to know.
No.
No, I do want to know.
Where are we going?
Calvert Cliffs, Maryland.
Well, what's there?
Largest nuclear reactor
on the East Coast.
Gonna kills us all.
Are you OK?
Stay calm.
Are you OK?
I'm here.
I'm right here.
I got to get out.
I have to get out of here.
He's gonna kill us!
I swear to god.
[inaudible]
He's gonna kill us.
[inaudible]
Hey!
[inaudible].
He's gonna kill us.
Hey, you OK?
[indistinct shouting]
Please get out of here!
Whoa.
Whoa.
Whoa.
- [inaudible] you.
[inaudible]
Let me go.
Come on [inaudible].
What are you doing?
[inaudible]
Let me go.
[inaudible]
What the fuck are you doing?
We don't want you
to hurt yourself.
[grunting and groaning]
PANICKING MAN:
What are you doing?
NEIL: Whoa.
Whoa.
Whoa.
What are you doing?
Ah!
Excuse me.
Excuse me, where
is he taking us?
We're going to
land this plane.
If you know something,
I think it is your duty--
[inaudible] should have
caught this in the last check.
Hey!
Where are you going?
Check?
What you talking about?
FEMALE PASSENGER:
Where are you going?
Excuse me!
That Cain guy is
just crazy, understand?
He's-- he's just saying
things to make us all scared.
Philip!
WOMAN: What if it's
true what he's doing--
BOY: Dad!
You guys OK?
Stay with us now, Dad, OK?
Philip, what's happening?
Who's that man?
What are you talking about?
We go into the Oxcilis system
every six months for software
upgrades and fine tuning,
I guess-- some glitch
specific to this type of plane.
Shit.
Do you know when this
plane last went in?
Yeah.
About a month ago.
Ah, a little nervous
here, but I'm not
gonna let you bleed to death.
- Ah.
Ow.
Ow.
I think my arm's broken.
It hurts.
Ow!
Owie.
[inaudible]
You're not becoming
a good person, are you?
Please, you know
me better than that.
All right, you'll be OK.
WOMAN PASSENGER: Doctor?
Doctor, we need
your help back here.
Do you have to go, Dad?
Do you?
Go, Philip.
It's what you do.
Duty calls.
I'll just go, hm?
I think it's broken.
- Let me have a look.
- Ow!
Owie!
- Let me see.
Let me see.
- Ow.
Like I said, nice
fucking security.
What are you getting at?
I'll show you.
Here's a list of
last month's checks.
Now, this ID's the number
for your plane, right?
Right.
I told you we were there.
Wait a second.
Hold on.
AV29367, that's the flight
from Honolulu that crashed.
Here's Denver.
And there's Seattle.
Holy shit.
Doc.
Hey, doc, she's, uh--
she hit her head back there.
Do you think you could
come take a look?
OK.
OK.
OK.
OK.
You keep an eye on
the nervous breakdown.
I'll take care of this.
- OK.
[computer sounds]
Sam, I'm sending you--
What the hell was
going on up there?
You people were
all over the radar.
That's putting it mildly.
Listen, I'm emailing
you list now
of planes that have been
in the Oxcilis group
recently for fixes.
You ground them all.
What are you talking about?
Oxcilis brings in these planes
every six months for checks.
The three planes that
crashed, and this one,
were all in the
plant a month ago.
Now--
Neil, I got him,
Wilson Rundle.
Way to go, Rudy.
Worked writing code
in the Oxcilis project.
Send him this info.
OK, Neil, the consensus
is that this guy's
a brilliant coder but crazy.
He was badly burned in
a fire at the plant.
Oxcilis gave him a big pay out
probably to keep him quiet.
So he quietly
went away, knowing
just when the planes
would be back in the plant
and vulnerable.
Looks that way.
SAM: We'll get
right back to you.
Paul.
I'm right here, Paul.
I can't feel my arms.
It's a temporary paralysis.
I'm sorry you won't be
able to move for a while.
Who's got control
of the plane?
He still does.
So I haven't seen my
dad for like two years.
And, um-- and I
finally found him.
And he had been in the
hospital for a couple of weeks.
And I-- and I just
really wanted to see him.
[crying] I really wanted to--
BOY: Dad, come back.
You'll see him, [inaudible].
You'll see him.
I want my dad.
It's OK.
It's OK.
Dad!
Mama's here.
Will you be OK?
Dad, come back.
Come back.
It's OK.
BOY: Dad!
Dad!
Oh, ma'am, I'm sorry.
You really can't be up here.
Nonsense.
Go be with your family.
I'll take over
from here, Doctor.
BOY: Dad!
Ma'am, this man is
seriously injured.
I need to be here.
Your wife and son needs you.
We don't have much time left.
Go now.
Go be with them.
BOY: Dad!
DR. PHILIP: Thank you.
How are you feeling, Captain?
I know you.
You're a nurse.
Not really.
I just play one on TV.
Ah.
Right.
You're Bernadette DeCoer.
You're on "Love
in the Afternoon."
15 years, until they
decided I was too old to play
the sexy love interest.
Ah.
I don't think you're
too old for all that.
You will do just
fine, Captain.
Papa's going to
stay right here, OK?
BOY: I'm so glad
you're back Dad.
Last known address was
right here in Chicago.
I'm setting Rudy out with
a SWAT team right now.
Rock steady, Neil.
We're coming down
the homestretch.
Once we find Cain's
system, I'll link up
you and Rudy to go do that
voodoo that you do so well.
Are you ready to
rumble, kemosabe?
You better believe
it, chief, After all,
it's a binary world, right?
Yes or no, black or white.
Yeah.
Now you're talking.
Let's do this.
[guns clicking]
[beeping]
We've got company.
I [inaudible].
[ding] Ladies and gentlemen,
it's time to begin
our in-flight entertainment.
Now, it is R and has not been
edited for content, but--
BOY: It's that guy, Dad.
CAIN: --I think we're all
mature enough to handle it.
Now, please close
your window shades.
And if you--
Everyone, fasten
your seat belt.
--headphones
purchase head phone
from one of our
lovely attendants,
don't worry about it.
This one's on me.
MAXINE: Fasten your seat belt.
CAIN: The particulars may be--
Oh, my god.
CAIN: --obscure, so I'll
provide a play by play.
Fucking Boneheads International,
or whatever FBI stands for,
are knock, knock,
knocking at my door.
They're he-re.
But I'm not.
The number you dialed
has been disconnected.
Sit tight.
Sit tight, yeah.
Sit tight's what I do best.
CAIN: [inaudible] hot and sticky
in night in downtown Chicago,
as the FBI--
[sighs] nowhere to
run, nowhere to hide--
in full riot gear [inaudible].
And there they are.
Yeah.
Hey, guys.
Hey there.
Peek-a-boo.
What the hell do you want?
What do I want?
I want my genius to be
realized and for the world
to regret throwing away and
not cherishing that genius.
I want my place in history.
But most of all, I
want to watch it burn.
You don't have to do this!
[sputtering] Shit.
You know, you're gonna
miss the best part, OK?
Come in.
Welcome to my
world, motherfucker!
[indistinct exclamations]
Oh shit!
[gunfire]
[inaudible], up, please.
Thank you.
Oh, that's got to smart.
[gunfire]
[laughing]
Jesus!
That's your buddy Rudy!
FBI AGENT: The whole
place is booby trapped.
Get me the hell out of here!
Come on.
[inaudible]
[laughing]
[gasping]
Access Road West should
get you out of here.
Move it [inaudible], kemosabe.
That's kemo.
Come on, buddy, move it.
Get your ass out of there.
What the hell do you want?
[sputtering]
Oh.
Let's go.
Maybe they'll find his teeth.
You piece of shit.
Ah, temper, temper.
Neil, Rudy was a moron.
I mean, really, I
did him a favor.
You know the pain
you're causing.
Pain?
What do you know about pain?
[indistinct exclamations]
Are you afraid?
Because you damn well better be.
[grunting]
WOMAN: Hey!
No!
MAN: Stop him!
No!
Don't!
Don't!
Let me go!
Get out of my way!
Let go of the door!
[rush of air]
[yelling]
[screaming]
Ah!
Looks like someone
lost their [inaudible]..
[screaming]
[screaming]
Grab a strap.
No!
No!
No!
Get it off!
No!
No!
This is supposed to
be my last night of work
not my last night
on planet Earth.
WOMAN: Help!
We need help back here.
BOY: No!
No!
No.
Don't touch me!
No.
Stop it!
Get off!
Please, Tobaz,
keep this on, please.
Keep it on.
- Yours first.
Yours first.
He won't [inaudible]
if you don't.
Here you go.
[inaudible] OK.
It's all right.
There you go.
There you go.
It's all right.
DR: PHILIP: Breathe.
Help him.
He was hit in the head.
Breathe.
Breathe.
[gasping] Wh-- what happened?
What are you talking about?
This always happens in coach.
[laughter turned to coughing]
You can't-- that's
murdering US citizens.
So is allowing that plane
to crash into that plant.
Look, Keller, I do not want
to shoot that plane down.
Then give them more time.
Call off the jets.
All of my training, my
entire career and life
have been devoted to protecting
this country and government.
If I allow them to continue,
I fail that mission.
Give Neil a chance
to regain control.
If what our special weapons
team saw has any indication,
Cain has everything covered.
We don't know that for sure!
Well, I know my
hands are tied!
Once they reach
77-degrees longitude,
I've got to take them down.
We have to get to
a lower altitude,
at least to 15,000
feet for the masks off.
None of the controls respond.
We don't have
enough oxygen. We
burn through it
at this altitude,
people are going to start dying!
There's only one
thing I can think of.
JOSIE: What?
If I cut the connections
between the chip
and the major systems, we
control the plane manually.
But if you cut
the connections,
the engines
automatically shut off.
We could restart them
once we have manual control.
Manual control?
Flying on of these things
manual is hard enough.
Landing is next to impossible.
If everything's perfect,
10 to 1 you'd still crash,
even with an experienced crew.
And I can't handle it!
You could still get us
down, guide us through it.
Is there any other option?
There must be something.
There's not another option.
Let's do it.
He's bringing us down.
We're beginning our descent.
Friends, countrymen,
lend me your ears.
Our journey is
drawing to a close.
I'm sorry.
I'm not very good at goodbyes.
Don't worry.
We'll-- we'll see
other soon-- in hell.
It's Independence Day.
You'll have just enough fuel to
ensure the greatest fireworks
the world has ever seen.
He's dumping fuel.
He's dumping fuel!
[inaudible]
Why didn't you
tell us about this?
We have a right to know.
- Would it have helped?
BERNADETTE: We deserve
an explanation.
I deal with what's
in front of me.
And what's in front of
me is a way out of this.
Neil, you have to go down
to the wiring compartment.
Josie, move the
captain to the cockpit
so he can see the readings.
Now, tell me exactly what
I have to do down there.
We need to keep contact
to a minimum in case
Cain overhears us.
OK, there are
three main components
hooked into the
autopilot, the ailerons,
the elevator, and the rudder.
Once you cut out all three,
the engines will cut off.
If we can restart,
we'll be in control.
You all need to be ready
to take over the second I
disconnect the wires.
All right.
Josie, Neil, there are
two F-16s flying with us.
Is that good or bad?
They could be here
to help us, right?
I don't think so.
OK, Neil, you need
to cut the red wire,
then the black, then
the green, got it?
Red, black, green.
OK, you guys.
Sam, you can't do this!
I'm trying to buy you
as much time as I can.
Trying isn't
gonna cut it, Sam!
You patch me through
to the pilots.
Jesus, Neil, you
know I can't do that.
77 degrees is the cut off.
You got that?
At your speed, you've
got about five minutes.
You patch me through
to the pilots, Sam.
There may be another
way out of this.
Let me see what I can do.
I'm in.
Great.
Great.
Great.
Great.
FIGHTER JET PILOT:
1672, delta one-niner,
do you read me, over?
Delta one-niner, this is 672.
Listen, you need to
give us some time.
We're about to regain
manual control of the plane.
I need more time.
FIGHTER JET PILOT: On whose
authority are you speaking?
This isn't about authority!
This isn't about what's right.
You're about to shoot down a
planeload of American citizens.
Sorry, 672, I have my orders.
No.
No.
Wait.
Wait.
Listen, there's a chance
you can get out of this
without blood on your hands.
I'm gonna disconnect everything
and restart the engines.
CAIN: Hey, Neil.
And just a few more minutes
is all I'm asking for.
FIGHTER JET PILOT: 672, you
are 80 miles from kill zone.
Neil, answer me.
Neil, I need to talk to you!
I'm right here, Cain.
I'm feeling a little strange.
We're feeling a
little strange too.
You know the cabin's
depressurized.
FIGHTER JET PILOT: 672,
70 miles from cut off.
Two more minutes.
Two more minutes, please.
Hos did you lose a door, huh?
You know, so I hope
you know I didn't
have anything do with that.
I wouldn't do
something like that.
It's beneath me.
People got scared.
You got us all scared, Cain.
Yeah.
Yeah, I know.
That's what I've
been thinking about.
FIGHTER JET PILOT: 672, you're
at 50 miles and counting.
Delta one-niner, I have
to end communication now.
But I'm about to regain
control of the plane.
Two more minutes,
and these people
have a real chance to
survive this, over and out.
I'm feeling something
[inaudible],, Neil.
What's that?
Out.
I don't know, man.
I don't know if, uh,
what I'm doing is, uh--
I don't know if what
I'm doing is right.
I can't-- I can't stop seeing
the screaming faces melting.
It's not too late to stop.
Trust me, Neil, it's not fun.
I swear to god it was
gonna change the world.
Look what they
fucking did to me.
Look what they
fucking did to me.
So you know what?
Screw 'em.
I'll change the
world however I want.
Neil?
Hey, Neil?
Neil, listen to me.
Hey, Neil, I'm just
fucking with you.
[mad laughter]
FIGHTER JET PILOT:
672, what's going on?
672, [inaudible].
[screaming]
[inaudible]
[mad laughter]
FIGHTER JET PILOT: 30
miles from kill zone.
[inaudible]
[laughter] Oh,
and I must say--
I must say, Neil, nice job
with the fighter pilots.
I mean, really, you
are [inaudible]..
I mean, really, it
was-- it was touching.
It was touching.
I mean, really, it
got my heart strings.
FIGHTER JET PILOT: Request
permission to lock our target,
sir.
I mean, [inaudible] going--
you're all-- you're all two
more minutes-- two more minutes,
and these people
got to meet Jesus.
FIGHTER JET PILOT:
Razor, lock on target.
RAZOR: Arming missile.
I thought you
were going to start
talking about moms and flags
and apple pie and all that shit.
Hey, Neil, you're
a fucking genius.
[laughs]
Hey, Cain.
Yeah?
I'm just fucking with you.
It's done.
Everything's cut.
Get ready.
[inaudible]
[screaming]
Oh, come on.
FIGHTER JET PILOT: 672,
what is your status?
Delta one-niner, we have
regained control of the plane.
It's all up to you now.
God help us.
No!
No-o-o!
That's it.
The engines are cut.
Ah!
Two buttons below
the throttles.
You see them, one and two?
But do it sequentially.
We'll get a hot start.
You are going to end up a pile
of twisted metal, burnt bodies.
No matter what you
do, you're gonna be--
you're going down.
You are not going
to make this, Neil.
FIGHTER JET PILOT:
672, we are locked on.
What is your status?
[inaudible] are on.
Pull back on the
control sticks--
control sticks, it's there to
your right-- to your right.
What?
NEIL: Hold on.
Hold on!
FIGHTER JET PILOT:
[inaudible] orders.
Pull back!
Pull back!
Ah!
Neil, you need
to get up here now.
We need your help.
10 seconds.
I will be there in 10 seconds.
[inaudible]
throttle, more power.
More power!
More power!
CAIN: You're gonna end up a pile
of twisted metal, burnt bodies.
Don't listen to him!
He can't touch us now.
FIGHTER JET PILOT:
Standby to launch missile.
We need more power.
Push forward on the throttle.
More power!
Come on!
I'm trying!
I'm trying!
CAIN: Fireworks.
Oh, my god.
Is that what I think it is?
[screaming]
CAIN: [inaudible]
Calvert Cliffs.
[grunting]
I can see you.
And I'm telling you,
you're not gonna make it.
You're not.
You're gonna [inaudible].
NEIL: We got it!
[screaming]
FIGHTER JET PILOT: Launch her
my command, Razor, in 10--
You're not gonna make it.
FIGHTER JET PILOT: --9, 8--
NEIL: Come on!
FIGHTER JET PILOT: --7--
CAIN: [inaudible]
FIGHTER JET PILOT: --5,
4, 3, 2, [inaudible]..
[screaming in the cabin]
Did we do it?
FIGHTER JET PILOT:
Nice work, 672.
Delta one-niner
returning to base.
That wasn't as spectacular
as I would have liked.
But let me assure you of
one thing, the demise of--
Hey, Cain, shut the fuck up!
Man, that felt good.
OK, all right,
what do we do now?
We've got to find some
place to set her down.
Where?
Wherever we can.
What's going on?
Cain no longer has
control of this plane.
[cheering]
NEIL: Sam.
Neil!
We've been trying
to get through.
We did it, Sam.
We disconnected him.
We're flying the plane manually.
[cheering]
We'll clear every
runway at Baltimore
International for you.
It's only 20 miles away.
The navigational systems
are completely knocked out.
When I say we're landing
manually, I mean it.
Jesus.
You got enough fuel to
hold out till daylight?
Cain dumped most of it.
And the fuel that we
do have is going fast.
We had to restart the engines,
which knocked down about 20%
of what was left.
I'm unable to
operate the controls.
So I'm gonna have to
walk Neil through it.
We're gonna do everything
we can up here, Sam.
Just make it as easy
in us as you can.
You got it.
Neil, there's a couple of
things you need to know.
First, we've grounded every
airplane equipped with Oxcilis.
Good.
I got some bad news.
I know about Rudy, Sam.
I'm sorry.
Sam, [inaudible] best.
OK, you heard the man, people.
Let's make it easy on him.
Saddle up!
DISPATCHER: All units
to runway three.
Mobilize full resting
units to runway three.
GROUND CONTROL:
All inbound traffic
to Baltimore International be
advised the airport is closed.
MAN: Move it!
GROUND CONTROL (MALE
SPEAKER): 1846,
you are not clear for takeoff.
Return to gate 17.
GROUND CONTROL (FEMALE
SPEAKER0: Flight 733,
reduce air speed
to do 2-5-0 knots.
Cut right 0-1-5 and
divert to Dulles, over.
GROUND CONTROL (MALE
SPEAKER): All air
traffic has been diverted.
The runways are clear.
All right, Neil.
You are go for landing.
Runways are clear?
We've done everything
but tear down the terminal.
OK, just want to remind
you boys, we that land
using the ILS system
or radio beacons.
It's visual all the way.
OK, here's the plan.
Circle around and begin
your descent toward runway
two over the terminal.
Over the terminal?
Are you crazy?
We've evacuated it.
Land in the opposite
direction, and you
should have enough room.
Doesn't that send us
directly into the Bay?
There's an empty
field beyond runway two.
OK.
You make sure
everybody's out of there.
Because we run out of fuel,
we're gonna be coasting in.
Roger that.
You're gonna make it, though.
Ease back on the throttle.
Start taking us down.
[bing]
OK, folks, we're
gonna try to land.
Now, I know we've
been through some hair
stuff here to put it mild.
While I can't promise you
that the worst is over,
I can promise you that
those of us in this cockpit
will do everything we can
to get you through this.
See you on the ground.
[sigh]
One of you needs to
extend the flaps to slow
us down for final approach.
You got it?
CAPTAIN O'KELLY: It's a black
switch over on your right.
Yeah.
Flaps extending .
Got it.
[beeping]
Christ, the flaps
didn't go down.
CAPTAIN O'KELLY: Pull
on that [inaudible] now!
Ah!
GROUND CONTROL: 672
is losing altitude.
[screaming]
Hold on!
GROUND CONTROL: 672
is going to tank.
They're going to crash.
Get the flaps back up now!
Ah!
Look at that!
672 is back in the air!
[crying]
We're burning through fuel!
Goddamn it.
Talk to me, Neil.
What's happening up there?
One of our flaps is stuck.
We can use one on each wing,
but it's still not gonna get
us down at an acceptable speed.
And any second now we're
gonna be running on fumes.
We're not gonna
pull this off, are we?
Keep it sturdy as you can.
Need to be lined up.
There should be rows of
white lights down there.
Can you see them?
- Yes.
We're right in line.
We're lined up.
Are you ready for us?
That's affirmative.
God speed.
Stead now.
I got it.
I got it.
Can't get enough leverage.
For Christ's sake
you're not gonna
get any leverage if
you're splattered
all over the windshield.
Control the levers
as best you can.
Are we lowering
some of the flaps?
CAPTAIN O'KELLY:
Yeah, one on each wing
should slow us down some.
Use the rudder to line
us up with the runways.
You swerve, and we're history.
Stay focused.
We're out of fuel!
Aw, let go of the throttle.
It doesn't matter anymore!
Just use the rudder.
And for God's sake,
keep us level!
OK, lower the wheels.
Got it.
They wheels are stuck!
- Can we land?
- Should I pull up?
Ah, it's too late goddamn it.
But we can do it!
It won't be pretty,
but we can do it.
GROUND CONTROL: 672,
land clear [inaudible]..
Come on!
Hold on!
Oh, god.
Hold on!
[screaming]
Hold it steady, Neil!
Hold what steady?
[screaming]
[sirens]
[crying and murmuring]
MAXINE: Everyone,
unfasten your seat belt
and slowly and calmly follow me.
[cheering]
That's just great.
We did it.
GROUND CONTROL: 672 has landed
and is safe on the ground!
[cheering]
We made it.
Josie!
Josie!
Talk to me.
Josie!
[sirens]
Thank you, Captain.
[sirens]
[grunting]
- Oh, my side.
Oh, you just
hang in there, OK?
Help's gonna be on the way.
We did.
We made it through
the hard part.
Everything's gonna be fine, OK?
[sirens]
We did it.
[sirens]
Never again-- I am
never flying again.
Amen to that one.
Listen, I've been
meaning to, you know,
apologize about that stuff
way back in school, you know?
I want to start fresh.
Maybe, like, take you to a
little dinner or something,
you know.
But I promise, this time
I'll keep my hands to myself.
[laughing] Maybe this
time you don't have to.
What?
[inaudible]
Watch the hands.
Still hard to get.
Come here.
[laughter]
Neil?
[inaudible]
I-- I--
[crying]
It's OK.
We made it.
Yeah.
I told you.
Now, you're gonna be OK.
Yeah.
You're gonna see your daddy?
OK.
Hm?
MAN: Can we get
some help over here?
Keep him steady.
Don't worry.
I'll ride with him
to the hospital.
She's got me covered, Doc.
Don't worry about [inaudible].
It's time you go and be
with your family now.
You've done all you can.
Besides, I'm beginning
to like this role.
Is there [inaudible], Captain?
CAPTAIN O'KELLY:
That's just great.
Take care of your husband.
[sirens]
Dad.
Dad!
Let's go!
Yes, son, we're going
to the White House, hm?
Yeah?
MAN: Zoe Michaels?
Zoe Michaels?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm Zoe.
Miss Michaels, your father--
Oh, God, what is it?
No, he's doing much better.
If you want, you
can come with me.
And I'll take you to see him.
He's been asking about you.
- He has?
Yeah.
Come on.
OK.
It's over.
[inaudible]
Ah.
Said he wanted
to see things burn.
He was on a suicide mission.
Wherever he is, it's close.
We need to get this arm set.
Looks like you may
have a fractured rib.
I'm taking you to
County General.
I'll be right there.
I'd like that.
[ambulance starts]
Be careful.
Go.
How was your flight?
JOSIE: No!
Adios, kemosabe.
[inaudible]!
It's Cain.
He's here!
Woo!
[laughing] [whistling]
NEIL: It's him!
Come on!
Ooh.
It's Cain!
[laughing]
Shit.
Hey!
Get back here!
Hey!
Welcome to Baltimore
International Airport,
where your life on on
Earth shall be nasty,
[inaudible], and brutish.
Ah!
You better-- you really
better fasten your seat belt.
[laughter] Come on.
Ooh-hoo.
[laughter]
[grunting]
What a rush.
[zapping]
Oh.
Nice to meet you, kemosabe.
But you know what?
You're a little too late.
That [inaudible] second string.
But in 10 minutes, we're
all gonna be toast.
It's going to Calvert
Cliffs with no one aboard!
[inaudible]
[grunting and groaning]
Bitch!
She is so beautiful.
You want to know what
my pain is all about?
[sounds of fighting]
Ah!
Go.
Go.
Go!
Go!
No!
[screaming]
[explosions]
Yes or no.
Do or die.
Ow.
Ow.
You're hurt.
Yeah.
Let's get you to a hospital.
That's a good idea.
Yeah.
You got any plans
for the Fourth?
No, why?
Well, I was thinking maybe
we could take the train,
watch the fireworks over
the capital [inaudible]??
Yeah.
Yeah, I'd like that.
Train's are good.
NEIL: Yeah, trains are good.
[music playing]