Cabin Pressure (2002) Movie Script
You better get going.
What? No good-luck kiss for the captain, Captain?
I'm about to make history here.
( laughs )
You know you want to, Reece.
No, I know you want to.
I just think we'd last longer as friends, Jimmy.
So at least you're not saying no way, then.
( laughs ) Just like a kid, huh, Jim?
I was taken, maybe, straight to the bank.
You're starting to remind me a little of someone I used to know.
That's not a bad thing, is it?
I'm not sure.
I think we deserve a pat on the back,
don't you?
Hey, check it out.
Woman: Hey!
- Woman #2: Ah! - Man: Champagne.
- Corbett Aviation. - Man: Whoo!
And the first 100% automatic pilot flight
in history.
A job well done, everyone.
( cheers )
Corbett: Thank you all so much.
Man: Well, we've all earned it.
- Oh, did you get one? - Men: Cheers.
Man: Well done.
Drink up, Tammy.
Hey, come on, Gabriel.
Drink up, man. You deserve it.
( chuckles )
( sighs )
( radio chatter )
Genisys, do your thing.
Tammy: Okay, we have take-off sequence.
Do you copy, Seattle Tower?
Man: We copy, Genisys Center.
- So did you bring anything to read? - Yeah, really.
If this thing works, we may be out of jobs.
- ( chatter ) - ( computers chirping )
Tammy: Checklist up.
Levels are good.
( chatter )
Tammy: All systems functioning.
- Tammy: And airborne. - ( exhales )
I did it!
F-ing A, I did it.
Reece: Well done, Mr. Corbett.
Corbett: Thanks to you.
Man: Congratulations, sir.
Wow, this is as good as simulation.
I'm passenger and pilot on the same flight.
- ( beeping ) - Jimmy, look at these systems.
What the hell?
- ( alarms beeping ) - Jimmy: This can't be right.
Center...
we appear to have a situation here.
What is it? What's happening?
Jimmy: I'm not sure.
A system failure.
It's all shutting down on us here, guys.
What? That's impossible.
Disengage from the computer.
Jimmy: I already have.
Smythe, go to a soft reboot.
Alan, as soon as we're back on, restore mains.
Tammy, keep trying the backup systems.
I'll try manual override.
- ( alarm beeping ) - No good, Jimmy. Nothing works.
We have no control.
Jesus.
We're going down. We're going down hard.
Woman: How long have you got till systems?
Man: Altitude decreasing.
Jimmy: We're going down!
Tammy: Genisys, come in.
Pilot: No control. Nothing works.
We're going down.
- ( alarm beeping ) - ( static hissing )
- Woman: Oh, my God. - ( Corbett sighs )
( people murmuring )
- ( sirens wailing ) - ( radio chatter )
- ( chatter ) - ( fire truck horn blaring )
Goddamn you, Wingfield. How could this happen?
- You said we were ready. - We were.
Look, Mr. Corbett, it's too early
to start speculating about what actually caused the crash--
This was a computer-controlled aircraft.
What the hell else could it be?
Pilot error?
You heard those guys up there.
They had no idea what was happening.
They had no control.
Oh, I get it now.
I'm the invisible man around here
till something goes wrong?
Stop being paranoid.
In case you've forgotten, two people just died.
Yeah, well, maybe you've forgotten
I designed the system, but you own it.
And you signed off on it.
Mr. F-ing A, I did it.
Get out of here. You're fired.
You can't do that. I have a contract.
And I just bought you out.
And you'll be lucky if I don't sue you
for 50 times that amount by the time the dust has settled.
You slimy bugger.
Do you have any idea what working for you has already cost me?
If I were you, I'd start looking
for another line of work.
Maybe you can get a job gathering wool at a sheep farm down in Oz,
which is where I should have left you in the first place.
- Get out of my way. - Hey, take it easy.
Mr. Corbett. Excuse me.
A couple of questions, if I could.
( music playing )
I-- I am not BSing.
I am a pilot.
Wh-- ( sighs )
Why don't you believe me, hmm?
I'm gonna hurt myself.
( chuckles )
You want another drink?
You like that money, right?
A little drinkypoo?
Okay, I'm just gonna return the contents of this
to where they came from.
Reporter on TV: Yes, Gene, this was the grim scene
earlier this evening in a farmer's field
on the outskirts of Seattle.
So you knew the pilot and the copilot?
I knew them both.
They were colleagues of mine.
( sighs ) I can't believe this has happened.
Do you have any idea what might have gone wrong
with the Genisys, Captain Robinson?
Reece: No.
( phone rings )
Hardaway here.
Okay, I'll meet you at the north door.
Wait for me.
( metal clatters )
All right, buddy. We know you're there.
Now stand up.
Raise your hands above your head slowly.
All right.
Just don't shoot, okay?
Jesus Murphy.
Bird Dog Dewmont?
Ned?
Is that you?
Oh, my-- I heard you washed up
in a nice blue Corbett Aviation suit, but-- oh, man.
You look good, Mr. Chief of Security.
- It's all right. - ( laughs )
- I know this lunatic. - Oh, man.
Unbelievable! Hey.
Look at you. Jesus.
What are you doing here, Pete?
I mean, I haven't seen you since--
well, hell, since we all shipped back from the Gulf in '91.
Yeah. Well, this and that, you know.
So what's in the boxes?
Boxes?
Oh, well...
Whoa, that's loud.
Sweet, huh?
- Here you go. - How did you get in here?
This place is locked up pretty tight.
Well, it's not that tight. Door was open.
I told you your ass was grass
if you ever forgot to secure one of these doors again.
I didn't, Ned.
I mean, I don't--
Oh, shut up already.
What the hell does my sister see in you, anyway?
Uh, ahem.
See, the thing is, Ned--
Pal, I don't want to piss in your pageant,
but if you think you're actually going to sell
one of these shirts, I mean...
No, I'm not selling these things.
These are, you know, giveaways.
They're promos for my, uh-- my new customers.
Now, check this out.
Sun and Sand Charters, Incorporated, okay?
The Pacific Northwest's first discount, discount holiday travel service.
No kidding. A charter company.
Bird Dog. ( laughs )
Oh, you're still flying, then.
Well, uh, no,
I haven't actually, you know, flown in about two years.
The FAA didn't have much of a sense of humor
when I told them that I flew straighter drunk than sober.
- No, they wouldn't. - No, but anyway, I'm working on that one.
And meanwhile, okay, I got a business partner who's got the money,
and I got a line on a lease on a 737.
Okay? So what I'm saying is
all I need right now, all right,
is a dry place to keep these stupid shirts
until I can get the key to my office from the terminal.
Ahem, I don't know, Bird Dog.
This is a private hangar. Ty Corbett's a real hard-ass.
I'm coming from way down, all right,
both personally and professionally.
- But I'm on my way back up. - All right, fine.
A day or two, tops, okay?
Hey, you got it. That's, Ned.
I love you, man. You're beautiful.
Okay, well, let's-- let's get this stuff stowed.
All right.
You're a good man, Ned.
You don't have a problem with me
helping out an old Air Force buddy, do you?
No.
Don't suppose you have this in extra large,
- would you? - Hey.
For you--
for you...
I got a triple X.
Ooh. Ooh.
( laughing )
- Unbelievable, man. - Ah.
- Ned: You look good. - You, too, buddy.
( laughs )
Ned: Hey, listen.
Give me a call sometime.
I'll get you real cards and everything.
I'm very happy to see everybody here this afternoon.
No one more than my board of directors.
( applause )
Thank you for your faith.
Six months ago, there was a lot of people
in the media and the aerospace industry itself
here in Seattle who thought I was finished,
who thought that corporate aviation
would not take to the skies again.
Well, to all of them or you,
as the case may be...
the Genisys II.
( people murmuring )
Corbett: They say that every failure
brings with it a valuable lesson
to those that are willing to learn.
Well, the valuable lesson I learned
after the tragic crash of Genisys I last September is this.
Don't quit.
The Wright Brothers knew that over a century ago.
They didn't quit when their first prototype refused to take flight.
NASA didn't quit after the Challenger disaster in 1986.
And I could go on, but the point is
every major advance in the history of aviation
has been made by the bold, not the fainthearted.
- ( applause ) - Self-important windbag.
And now for those who haven't had the pleasure,
I'd like to take this opportunity
to introduce you to my very lovely daughter, Brandee.
Brandee, would you and my future grandson please stand up?
( applause )
And the man who made an honest woman out of Brandee
is my son-in-law, David Caulfield.
David.
David Caulfield is not only
one of the hottest trial attorneys on the West Coast,
he also happens to be the son of my good friend, Senator John Caulfield.
( applause )
Is that the same Senator Caulfield
that's behind the big push in Congress to triple federal funding
for the private aerospace R&Ds?
Well, Corbett's no dummy. ( scoffs )
The software we developed after the last year's tragedy
now gives corporate aviation a fail-safe,
fully computer-integrated aircraft control system.
The first in the world, I might add.
I'm very pleased and excited to tell you
that 18 hours from now,
this very important trio behind me
will be joining me onboard Genisys II
for her maiden flight between Seattle and Los Angeles.
( applause )
And last but not least,
I know you all want to meet the pilot
for tomorrow's historic flight.
Captain Reece Robinson.
( applause )
Reece?
They're all yours.
Well, I wouldn't say I know as much as the technicians
who designed our computer systems,
but I'll do my very best
to answer any of your questions.
- How does it work? - Terrific.
I've tested this aircraft extensively and we're ready.
No, I mean how does it work?
Well, basically, we utilize 320 cross-functional build teams
that in turn access 2,200 terminals
and three-dimensional interactive application CATIA systems
to produce what we like to call pure perfection in flight.
( chuckles ) I told ya.
( laughter, applause )
Maybe I can put things a little more simply.
The Genisys II is a jet aircraft that takes off,
lands, and flies itself.
( applause )
Peter: I have one.
How can you consider yourself a real pilot
when the-- I don't know-- microchip or whatever runs the cockpit?
Believe me, I have years
of first-class flight training behind me,
and I definitely am a real pilot.
Corbett: Well said, Captain.
This is the 21st century here, friend.
A real pilot is someone who can adapt proven flying skills
with the new technologies available to them.
A pilot who cannot or will not adapt
to new technologies is not a real pilot,
just an obsolete one.
( laughter, applause )
Well, it looks like we're just about wrapped up here.
If you want to take any photographs,
please feel free to come on up.
And when you're ready, I'll be happy to give you all
a tour of the cockpit.
- Thank you. - ( applause )
Come on, let's take a look at the cockpit.
Who is the asshole in the flight jacket?
Do you know?
Nope.
( street traffic blaring )
Peep!
No, no, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.
Would you like some candy, little girl?
You're welcome.
You're welcome.
( lock clicks )
( rock music blaring )
( rock music continues faintly )
- ( rock music blaring ) - ( knocking at door )
( knocking continues )
( volume decreases )
Hi, mate. Couldn't hear you knocking for the music.
No sweat. Called about an ADSL hookup for your computer?
Yeah, yeah.
( knocks at door )
Hey.
Whoa.
Are you still pissed at me?
Asshole.
I missed you, too, baby.
Don't call me baby, Dewmont.
We're not married anymore.
Okay.
- For you. - Please.
Okay, I'm sorry I gave you a hard time today.
- I just-- - No, you're not.
Okay, I'm not, but I just never took you
for the corporate type, you know.
I mean, I thought you were a real pilot.
At least I'm flying.
Okay, I deserve that.
Maybe I'm just jealous.
Jealous and awfully damn proud.
Do you miss me a little bit?
What are you doing here, Peter?
In Seattle, I mean.
I'm-- I'm just trying to get my life back together.
- Stopped drinking. - Really?
- Mm-hmm. - When?
Weeks ago.
Well, two weeks ago.
And how is it?
It's really hard sometimes.
Hey, you'll appreciate this.
I've been working on getting this business together.
Charter flights to the Hawaiian Islands.
Cool, huh?
Does that mean you got your license back?
Well, not yet, but, um...
Have you even talked to the FAA about it?
( chuckles )
I wish you all the luck in the world on this, Peter.
I really do.
You know, I'm planning on talking to the FAA really soon.
- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.
Hey, you know, I thought maybe we'd go out and have some dinner.
You know, like, have a real talk.
I'm tired.
Well, okay, then we can order something in.
Maybe something with a little spice
to get the sparks going again.
Sparks were never our problem.
You can say that again.
Peter, it's over.
I can't go back there.
I've moved on.
( sighs )
Well, you can't blame a guy for trying to get
a second chance at a really good thing.
I got a flight plan that I gotta write up and file tomorrow.
I'm going to take a shower, okay?
Okay.
( sighs )
( horn honks )
( touch tones beeping )
( phone rings )
Hardaway here.
Hey, Ned, it's Bird Dog.
That was quite the performance out at the airport this afternoon.
What the hell were you doing?
I don't know.
I guess I was just having a little bit of fun.
- So, Ned... - What?
I could use a friendly ear tonight,
and it might end up being a bartender's
in the space I'm in right now.
- Where are you? - I'm in a parking lot
next to trouble.
All right, look, I'll give you an address.
Number 27, 1652 Oakmont.
Can you meet me there in half an hour?
Okay. See you there.
( beeps )
( sighs )
( chatter )
Ned: Everyone got a chair?
Okay, why don't we get started?
Welcome, everyone.
Have a seat.
Let's open with our Serenity Prayer.
All: God grant me the serenity to accept the things
- I cannot change. - I cannot change.
The courage to change the things I can.
And the wisdom to know the difference.
Ned: Amen.
So I see we have a visitor or two with us tonight.
Welcome.
( computer chirping )
( beeping )
( rock music blaring )
( beeping )
( rock music continues )
( keyboard clicking )
( rock music continues )
( rock music blaring )
"And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war."
( barks )
( knocks at door )
Let me guess. You forgot your tools?
Not exactly.
How do I put this?
See, a hacker always recognizes another hacker.
A hacker?
I don't know what or who you're scamming,
but I know it's big time.
You think so?
( laughs ) Yeah, definitely.
I see, and?
Not to brag or anything, but I'm pretty good myself.
Maybe we could talk about teaming up.
Hmm, that's interesting.
Tell me something, aren't you supposed to still be at work?
Nah, I punched out an hour ago.
- Mind? - No, no, no, no. Go right ahead, yeah.
- Would you like a beer? - A beer would be great.
( computer chirping )
Holy shit.
You are a heavyweight.
Uh, thank you.
I'm flattered, I think.
( car alarm blaring )
( chatter )
Man: All right, let's get it off DP.
Let's go.
Is this for me?
It's lovely.
Would you like to come in?
Okay.
( lock clicks )
( jet engines roaring )
- Reece. - Thanks.
How's the weather in L.A.?
Clear and sunny with a high of 70, Mr. Corbett.
We'll have lunch at the beach.
Sounds like a plan.
- Hi. - How are you feeling?
Well, I'm holding up.
Oh, we're doing just fine.
- Great. - Oh, we are, are we?
Good morning, Senator Caulfield.
Good morning, Captain.
Very nice, Ty.
I think I'd take this over Air Force One any day.
Well, the president has a slightly nicer home than I do.
( chuckles )
- Slightly. - Yeah.
( laughing )
Oh, Peter, if you could see me now.
Well?
How do you like her so far?
I like her just fine.
( computer chirping )
What are you doing?
I have to go to the bathroom.
It's that door.
( door opens )
Okay, we're linked.
Uploading.
( computer beeps )
Like my computer game?
Can I play?
( chuckles ) Maybe later.
In fact, I think you better go home now.
Your mother might be worried, hmm?
I mean it. Go on.
Oh, yes.
( rock music blaring )
( rock music continues faintly )
Where were you?
Downstairs.
You didn't leave the building?
'Cause it's not safe outside, you know.
( music continues )
Hey!
( music stops )
Thank you.
- Are you hungry? - No.
Hmm. Okay.
Mama's going back to bed.
You watch TV, okay?
( TV playing )
Corbett on radio: Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.
This is your copilot speaking.
I hope everybody's buckled up and relaxed back there.
We're just waiting for clearance from the tower.
Seattle Tower: Genisys II, you're cleared for takeoff.
Runway 3-4 right.
Copy that, Genisys II.
Clear for takeoff. Runway 3-4 right.
Thank you, Seattle Tower.
Genisys Central, you with us, too?
Tammy: We're right here, Reece.
- Have a good one. - Thanks. Plan to.
This is going to be so exciting.
Exciting?
You have no idea.
Seattle Tower: You're a go for 3-4, Genisys II.
Reece: Roger that. Thank you, Seattle Tower.
( button clicks )
( radio chatter )
Yeah.
( chuckles )
Oh, yeah. That's gonna happen.
( whistling )
And now I'm your flight attendant.
Who wants a drink? Scotch, John?
- Please. - David?
It's a little early in the day for me, but thank you.
Nothing for you, I know.
I'll go make some coffee.
Oh, no, sweetheart, you relax.
- I'll make the coffee. - Okay.
That is assuming it's something
like the machine in our kitchen.
That's it.
Everybody relax and get comfy.
The fun is about to begin.
( beeps )
Think I'll take over now, Captain.
Thank you very much.
Seattle to L.A.
No, not today.
Let's see.
Where shall we go instead, then, hmm?
I know, I know.
How about...
nowhere... fast.
( beeping )
Seattle Tower: Genisys II, this is Seattle Center.
We show you in a left turn.
Reece: Say that again, Seattle Center.
Seattle Tower: Copy that, Genisys II.
I said we show you in a left turn.
What's the matter? You forgot the way to LAX, Captain?
Confirm, a turn?
Flight and NAV both say
we're flying a straight heading.
What the...?
Our route just disappeared.
Now it's showing some crazy holding pattern over Seattle.
Seattle Tower: What's happening up there, Genisys II?
Reece: My question, too, Seattle Tower.
Genisys Central, can you help us out with this?
We're already on it, Reece.
Must be some sort of malfunction in the NAV database.
- Should I switch to manual? - No, hang in there.
We're going through your settings right now.
Seattle Tower: Genisys II, Seattle Center here.
We're clearing you some air space
at present altitude.
( phone rings, beeps )
Yeah, Sun and Sand Charters.
Hey, Chuck.
Yeah, hey, listen.
I just ran across this quote
for print ads in the "Seattle Tribune."
It says here you can get about a month of Sundays
for a pretty decent--
Come again?
Oh, Chuck, I thought we talked this all through, man.
Yeah, I got a 737 and everything.
No, I understand it's your money.
Yeah.
You know what? Never mind, okay?
If I was a horse, I wouldn't bet on me either.
Yeah, I'll talk to you later.
( beeps )
Ah, boy.
John, I can't tell you how much I appreciate
your support on this federal R&D thing.
Between the trash costs
and all the capital it's taken to redesign
our software and get airborne again,
it was pretty touch and go for a while.
Well, there's no guarantee in the lobbying business, Ty.
Those guys on the Hill are hard to figure out some days.
But we're definitely giving it the full-court press.
I know you are, John.
And let me tell you,
pushing the military potential on this technology
was a stroke of genius on your part.
Our stock price is finally starting to rebound.
Yeah, well, thank you for that.
Obviously, the possibility of a pilotless war plane in the future
should go over well with the mothers of America.
( objects clatter )
( rock music blaring )
( toilet flushes )
How did you get in here?
The door was open.
It's all right.
You just caught me by surprise, that's all.
( lock clicks )
You like it?
( music stops )
Genisys Central, this is Genisys II.
Have you got that glitch figured out yet?
Tammy: That's a negative, Reece.
Sorry.
Look, I know the poop's gonna hit the prop,
but I think I have to bring Mr. Corbett into the picture now.
She's right.
Corbett's gotta know what's going on.
I better let someone else know.
Senator Caulfield's people in Washington?
Yeah, them, too, I guess.
( ringing )
Boop.
You've reached Sun and Sand Charters.
We are no longer in business, but--
Bird Dog, it's Ned.
Hey, Ned, you're a little late.
I have no idea what you're talking about, Dewmont,
but you might want to haul your ass over to Genisys Control Center.
It seems Reece's plane is in some kind of trouble here.
What?
- All right, I'll be right there. - ( beeps )
Are you telling me that none of that high-priced help down there
can tell me how a routine Seattle-L.A. flight plan
that Reece downloaded from her laptop
has suddenly mutated into 45 minutes
of Ring Around Seattle?
Tammy: Mr. Corbett, I don't know what to say.
It shouldn't be happening.
Logically it can't be happening.
Well, it is happening, isn't it?
Idiot.
God Almighty, the best and the brightest, huh?
Are you getting anywhere on--?
- ( music playing ) - ( cow moos )
What?
( both laughing )
- Here, you wanna play? - Okay.
- ( Blair giggles ) - That's neat stuff, huh?
- ( giggling continues ) - Yeah.
( cow moos )
Here, push that one all by yourself.
Corbett: I'm giving you 10 minutes
to find this little problem and fix it.
After that, we disengage from the computer
and bring her down the old fashioned way,
And listen to me,
I really hate being embarrassed in public,
so let's all hope that we don't have to go there.
- We hear you loud and clear, Mr. Corbett. - Good.
Seattle Tower: Genisys, this is Seattle Center.
Please check your altitude.
We have you descending into levels with other traffic.
We're supposed to be at 230.
Corbett: What the hell is going on here?
- ( cow moos ) - ( Blair giggles )
Did I tell you I have a little girl, too?
It's true.
She can't be very much older than you.
Where is she?
I'm not sure.
Somewhere...
with her mother.
Mother: Blair!
- Better go. Hurry, hurry. - Mother: Blair, are you downstairs?
( cow moos )
We're going. Go, go, go, go.
Go.
- Mother: Blair? - It's our little secret, right?
Mother: Blair, are you downstairs?
- Blair? - Coming, Mom.
Seattle Tower: Seattle Center, Genisys II is in an uncontrolled descent.
Stand by.
Reece: Can't wait for them to figure this out, sir.
We're not talking embarrassment anymore,
we're talking serious danger.
God damn it.
Fine.
Go to manual override. Take it back up.
Reece: It's not working.
I can't disengage from the computer.
Seattle Center, Genisys II is declaring an emergency.
We seem to have leveled off.
Tell me what the hell is going on here.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, this is a restricted area.
It's all right. He's Reece's ex.
Don't panic yet.
We have a computer malfunction.
I think we were better off
when pilots actually flew planes.
You been drinking?
I only had time for one.
You should have brought the rest of the damn bottle with you.
Could have used a double myself.
What have you got here?
We just leveled off at 15,000.
You, uh-- you turned the seatbelt sign back on.
Is-- is everything all right?
Everything's just fine.
Just a bit of weather, Dave.
Computer: Descend. Descend now.
- That's our TCAS. What now? - Seattle Tower: Genisys II.
- Genisys II, traffic alert. - ( alarm beeping )
You have traffic at 12:00.
Sweet Jesus.
I can't.
I can't override anything in this damned airplane.
Oh, no, we can't have that.
No premature immolation here.
( whimpering )
- ( all grunting ) - Ow!
David!
Here. Turn him over.
That's it, easy.
Dave.
You just saved our lives, Reece.
- I didn't do that. - Then who did?
Gabriel's voice, distorted: I did it.
What's going on, Ty?
I don't know.
David's been hurt. It's bad.
We have to land and get him to a hospital.
How much longer until we reach L.A.?
We're not going to L.A. We're 15,000 feet over Seattle.
What?
( rock music playing over speakers )
Seattle Tower: Genisys II, do you copy?
Genisys II. Over.
Genisys Central, this is Seattle Center.
Are you still there, at least?
We're still here, Seattle Center.
We've got a Cessna reporting a near miss
with Genisys II about four minutes ago.
The radar shows them holding at 15,000 feet, but we can't contact them.
Copy that, Seattle Center. We can't raise them either.
Something's blocking their comm lines now.
Yeah, or some one.
I'm picking up bits and pieces of an outside transmission to the plane.
What frequency?
I don't know. I can't get a fix.
Shove over. Let me in there.
What do you think you're doing, Hardaway?
Hey, it's okay. Just let him do his thing.
I was the best comm guy in the Air Force in Kuwait.
Seattle Center, we're requesting protected air-space
for Genisys II at 15,000.
Roger that, Genisys Center. Already done.
Gotcha.
Gabriel, distorted: You don't think I would go to all the trouble
of setting up this little performance just to call it off now
because somebody's bumped their noggin, do you?
- Come on. - The hell is that?
It's the transmission to Genisys II.
This guy has piggybacked an eye-line onto our communication channels.
Peter: Who is he?
No idea.
Sounds like he's got a filter on his voice anyway.
Reece: You can't keep us holding like this forever.
- Gabriel: Why not? - That's Reece.
Reece: Well, for one thing, we'll eventually run out of fuel.
Gabriel: You are a clever girl, aren't you?
- He's gonna take 'em down. - That's it.
We need to start a triangulation search right now
and see if we can find this guy.
I don't know how. He's on the ground.
He's got them trapped up there.
Corbett: Who are you?
Why are you doing this?
Man on radio: Rack your brain, Corbett.
Rack your brain.
Why do you suppose anyone would want to do this to you, hmm?
( rock music playing in background )
( rock music blaring )
( rock music continues faintly )
I can't say for sure, but I think he's got a fractured skull.
Oh, my God.
The only thing we can do for him now
is keep him completely still
and hope there's been no bleeding onto his brain.
Gabriel: How touching. It's heart-wrenching, really.
He can see us.
The son of a bitch can see us in here.
Gabriel: Oh, don't even think about it.
You touch that camera or the one I installed in the cockpit,
it'll be the last thing you ever do.
Who cares? You're gonna kill us anyway.
You're saying you don't want to live as long as possible?
No, I'm saying screw you
and your head games.
Gabriel: One, two, three, four, five.
I count five of you back there.
Who's flying the plane, Captain Robinson?
You are a dick-head.
Gabriel: You sure about that?
( screaming )
( alarms ringing )
- Smythe: 7,500. - Woman: No, we need to move a bit higher.
7,000.
6,500.
- 6,000. - Hey, all right.
You know, we can all see it for ourselves.
Golly, I guess I really am flying this plane.
My mistake.
I can't take this, Ty.
My son may be dying right in front of my eyes.
No, John. No one is dying on my airplane.
Ned: Ah, damn it.
- What? - We can't triangulate.
He's got some sort of sophisticated
digital echo working for him.
- What does that mean? - It means that every word,
every bit of code he's transmitting
is being thrown up against a kind of cyber-wall
which scatters it to a million different locations all at once.
- It's called splattering. - Splattering, huh?
- That's what I'd like to do to his brains. - Yeah.
And then by some system only he knows,
it all bounces back to Genisys II and reforms on the computer.
So it means he can be transmitting from anywhere.
Anywhere in the goddamn planet.
Tammy: We copy, Seattle Tower. Thanks for the update.
Just talked to air traffic control.
Senator Caulfield's people in Washington have called in the FBI.
Their agents are all over the tower and air control center now.
Oh, that's great.
We sure as hell don't need the Bureau
running around here right now.
I hear you. I'll see what I can do about holding them off.
So what do we do now?
We cross our fingers and hope that these fine folks
can figure out how this guy got control of the plane
and how we can cut him off.
( rock music playing )
All right, everyone,
this is our little secret, okay?
( rock music playing faintly )
( Blair screams )
Blair? Blair, honey.
What is it? Honey, come on.
What's the matter with you? Come on.
Sweetie, what is it? Come on, talk to Mama.
Sweetie, what is it? Come on, sweetie.
Somebody help me!
- ( rock music continues ) - ( siren wailing )
( chatter )
What's happened?
- What's wrong with the little girl? - I don't know.
Her mother said she just got sick all of a sudden.
( siren wailing )
Hey, you, I have a question.
Hey!
Are you even there?
I've been thinking about this.
- The only way that he-- - No.
This may be a trick.
You're right. It wouldn't be his first one today.
( whispering ) Listen, in order to pull this off,
he must have created a flight simulation program
that could interface between his computer and ours.
And then somehow he hacked it into my laptop.
I must have passed it straight through to the FMC
when I uploaded my flight plan in the cockpit this morning.
( whispering ) And now he has total control of the aircraft.
Every critical function on Genisys II is computer-controlled,
and they're all user-interfaced.
About the only thing he can't do is flush the toilet,
and actually I'm not even sure about that.
So basically what you're saying is we're screwed.
My laptop is still linked.
If I run a full quick restore through it,
maybe it will help reformat the FMC hard drive.
That would destroy his program and flip us into manual.
- That's a theory anyway. - Good.
Gabriel: Why, Corbett, you old devil.
A quickie with the pilot at 15,000 feet?
Yeah, and it was amazing. Too bad you missed it.
Got a cigarette?
Gabriel: Oh, I'm gonna miss you, Captain Robinson.
Gee, it's a shame I can't say the same about you.
Are you all right?
Did you really think I'd leave
any opening to chance?
Corbett: Well, that's just it, isn't it?
We have no idea what kind of a fool we're dealing with.
( normal voice ) It's me, Corbett.
Reaching out to you from that shit farm back in Oz.
Corbett: Jesus.
Gabriel Wingfield?
Who in the hell is that?
- An ex-employee. - Gone postal.
Gabriel: Struck dumb, are we?
Well, I expect this will get your gobs moving again.
You might want to check your fuel gauge,
Captain Robinson.
The reading just dropped to 6,000 pounds.
There was almost 10,000 there a minute ago.
Gabriel: Actually, there wasn't.
You can see I tweaked the settings a little bit this morning
to make sure that the maintenance guy
would leave you with a short load-- nyah!
( laughs )
By my estimation, you've got about, mmm,
two hours left.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.
( rock music blaring )
Woman on P.A.: Dr. Benson to ICU.
Dr. Benson to ICU, please.
( monitor beeping )
- ( gasps, screams ) - ( mother screams )
- Oh, my goodness. - That spider, I think it ran out of her sleeve.
Doctor: It might be nothing, but let's find out
what kind of spider this is.
Call the entomology department at the university
and see if they can send someone over here, stat.
Sure, okay.
Corbett: Don't do this, Gabriel.
You hate me, okay, but don't forget
that there's four innocent people on this plane, two of them are women,
and one of them is going to have a baby.
John: Plus who knows how many others are at risk on the ground.
Dozens, probably.
- Try hundreds. - Corbett: Please.
I'll give you anything you want.
Oh?
You'll give me back my career?
My reputation?
How about my family?
I lost my family working for you, Corbett.
I had a daughter.
I can't give you those back, obviously,
but I can try and compensate for their loss.
Name your price.
A million dollars.
Two million dollars.
How about 10?
If that's what you want.
20?
Corbett: How much?
Wingfield, just tell me, how much do you want?
Gabriel: I want it all, Corbett.
I want it all!
Still, $20 million, it sounds like a nice round number.
Do you think you can cobble together that kind of cash?
Good God, yes, whatever it takes.
Okay. How do we get word to our people on the ground?
Don't worry about that.
Took them a little while to get into the game,
but they know exactly what's going on now.
Hello, boys, did you miss me?
Gabriel?
Gabriel: You built a bloody good system here, Tammy.
It's bloody good.
- Alas, mine's better. - He stopped jamming us.
- Reece? - Peter?
Peter: Reece, just hang in there, okay?
Gabriel: Excuse me, whoever you are.
This is my dime.
- Look, you son of a bitch-- - Touchy, touchy.
Well, enough of the idle chitchat.
It's time to get to work collecting money.
Ah, he's jamming us again.
- I'm sorry. - Gabriel: I want $20 million
in two large gray suitcases.
If they're not gray, deal's off.
What difference does the color make?
Gabriel: Leave the money at the corner of...
No.
Leave the money in the middle of the field
where Genisys I crashed.
Only seems fitting, don't you think?
One of my-- what's the word?
Associates.
One of my associates in Seattle
will pick up the cash for me.
You have one hour, starting now.
- ( watch beeps ) - Call the tower.
Make sure the FBI got all of that.
Ball's in our court now.
Bird Dog, it's okay. It's going to be all right.
Yeah, if you say so.
We're gonna be okay, sweetheart.
All of us.
"Turning and turning in the widening gyre.
The falcon cannot hear the falconer.
Things fall apart.
The center cannot hold.
...anarchy is loosed... and everywhere
the ceremony of innocence is drowned."
Woman on P.A.: Kristen Jensen to X-ray.
- Kristen Jensen, please report to X-ray. - ( door opens )
Mrs. Abbott, I just spoke to an entomologist from the university.
The bug in your daughter's sleeve was a Sydney funnel-web spider.
It's Australian and very, very poisonous.
We're still waiting on the blood work to confirm,
but we suspect that she was bitten.
- How? - No idea.
Maybe you brought it home in some fruit or something from the grocery store.
That doesn't matter right now.
Our problem is that the nearest antivenom is in San Francisco.
It's being sent to us right now on a Learjet,
but it won't be here for an hour.
We'll just have to find a way to keep her with us until then.
- ( gasps ) - ( alarm beeping )
Blair, it's okay, sweetie!
- Mommy's here. Mommy's-- - Doctor: Mrs. Abbott, please.
Hang on, honey.
- Help her! - It's okay, sweetheart.
- Blair, sweetheart. - Hang on, honey.
- It's all right. - Hurry.
You'll be okay. You'll be okay.
It's okay, baby.
Man: Last check.
( radio chatter )
Copy that.
Nobody showed up for the money.
Then again, I guess you knew that.
Well, let's just say I had a feeling.
All that crap about the suitcases having to be gray.
Yeah.
And telling us to leave the money in an open field,
for crying out loud, where surveillance would be a piece of cake?
It's just a goose chase.
It's not about the money. It's about revenge.
How much time do we have, Ned?
An hour.
Nearly.
I thought I hit hell about six months ago
in a Honolulu bar.
Doesn't compare to this.
( sighs )
I taught her how to fly, Ned.
I taught her how to fly.
And now she's up there
and I'm down here on the ground with no way of helping her.
You know, there's some pretty smart folks back at the Control Center, Bird Dog.
I mean, they could still crack this thing in time.
They're never gonna get it. He's covered his tracks too well.
In an hour or so, he's gonna be on some roof top
or some balcony watching that plane go down
in the middle of Seattle and burst into flames.
God damn it.
You're right.
- I mean-- - What?
Gabriel-- he's not-- he's not transmitting from Australia.
He's right here in Seattle.
A guy like that, he'd want a front-row seat
to witness his big finale.
Yeah, he wouldn't miss it for the world.
So big deal, Ned.
I mean, we found the haystack, but where's the needle, huh?
Hey, hey, wait. Where are you going?
I can't just stay here and do nothing, okay?
I have to do something.
Even if it's just going out and driving around.
I mean, maybe if there is a God,
he'll put me on the right street or something.
Bird Dog, you gotta hang in there with us.
Oh, shit.
John: What do you mean the deal's off?
Let's just say the duffer fell short.
But we got you what you wanted.
You got me what you thought I wanted.
I just decided to play along for the lark of it.
- You sick prick. - Sick?
I really don't think so, Captain Robinson.
I prefer to think of myself as single-minded.
This is not about money.
It never could be. It's about respect.
Well, believe me, Wingfield, you have my respect.
I think you're a true genius.
Now, can we please end this now?
That's lame, Corbett.
No, I'm afraid the arrogance and sarcasm
I still detect on the tip of your tongue won't be completely swallowed
till your airplane's spiraling to the ground at 400 miles an hour.
Then you will respect me.
This can't be happening. It's insane.
- Corbett: John. - For God's sake--
There's nothing she can do.
It's him.
Tammy: Okay, let's try reconfiguring again.
Come on, people.
There has to be a way out of this.
45 minutes.
( touch tones beeping )
( phone rings )
( beeps )
Yeah, I'm here.
- Where's here? - Well, um--
You don't sound too good. You been drinking?
I think there are more important things
to worry about right now than me.
I'll give you that one.
Smythe: For God's sake, will you let 'em land?
- What harm can it do? - Hold on, Bird Dog.
- Nick, what? - It's the tower.
The FBI's ordered them to divert all air traffic away from Seattle.
Seems reasonable enough to me under the circumstances.
Yeah, I know, but there's a Learjet
on its way up from San Francisco on a medical emergency.
Some little girl got bit by, like, a funnel-web spider this morning.
She could die without the antivenom.
Ned: So this little girl's on the Learjet?
Smythe: No, the antivenom's on the Lear.
Kid got bit here in Seattle.
( sighs )
Pete.
- Australia. - What?
The funnel-web spider comes from Australia.
- Like Gabriel? I don't know. That's a stretch. - Yeah.
Yeah, I know, Ned, but it's all we got to go on.
Look, call the tower.
Find out what hospital that kid's in
and then call me right back, okay?
Yeah. All right.
( chatter )
Woman on P.A.: Dr. Swanson, pick up line 4.
Dr. Swanson, line 4.
( monitor beeping )
Hello.
- You're Mrs. Abbott, right? - Yeah.
- Your daughter was bitten by the spider? - Yeah.
You're not a doctor, are you?
Uh, no, I'm from the health department
and we need your address.
What's going on here? Who are you?
Uh, well, I'm with the health department and we need to--
- Call security. - Mrs. Abbott, please.
This is a matter of life and death.
Doctor: Sir, whoever you are, you have to leave now.
It's 2649 Clarence Street, apartment 34.
All right, thank you.
And don't worry, your little girl's gonna be okay.
I know.
( tires screech )
( rock music playing faintly )
( rock music continues )
( faint rock music continues )
( music continues )
Corbett: You need me up here.
No, you should be back with Brandee and the senator.
They need you.
- ( knocks at door ) - ( rock music playing )
( knocking continues )
( knocks )
Piss off. I'm busy.
Oh, yeah, well, I'm really sorry to bother you,
but I have a delivery for the people in the apartment above yours
and they're not home right now,
so I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind--
- I mind. - Oh, well, are you sure?
It would save me another trip.
And it looks like something that might be important.
Get up!
( groans )
Have a seat.
You're gonna unlock or undo
or unwhatever it is you gotta do
to restore manual control of that airplane to the pilot.
You think that's funny?
Go ahead if it'll make you feel any better.
Oh, what a shame, they brought
the wrong detachment of the cavalry.
Imagine that. A real live Luddite.
You're a real funny guy, aren't you?
( laughing )
She's lovely, isn't she?
Yeah, just let me talk to her.
Ah, I know who you are now.
You're the touchy voice at the other end of the line.
Just shut up, asshole.
Put me through to her.
Yes, why not?
But you better hurry
- if you're gonna ask her out on a date. - Reece.
Can you hear me? It's me, Pete.
Peter, what are you doing there?
Well, it's kind of a long, strange story.
I'll tell you later.
- Who's there with you? - Just me and Gabriel.
But I want you to hold tight,
because help's on the way.
Okay, that's good to know.
( rock music continues )
( gunshot )
Ah, shit!
( laughs )
Tick, tick, tick...
( music stops )
Reece.
Peter, what's happening? Are you okay?
Yeah. Gabriel's dead.
It's just me now for whatever that's worth.
It's worth a lot, Peter.
You've gotta stop selling yourself short.
Although I will admit it would be nice
if you knew something about computers right about now.
Yeah, well, I'll join a computer class
first thing in the morning.
So, uh, I don't know, the fuel doesn't look too bad.
What do you think, 15-20 minutes?
Nice try, Dewmont. Seven, tops.
( cocks gun )
No, no, no. Don't shoot. It's okay.
Thank God.
Reece, it's gonna be okay.
Help's here.
( exhales )
Reece: Okay, everybody, Gabriel's been taken out.
The Genisys ground team are on site.
It won't take them long to figure out what he did to us and turn us loose.
That's the good news.
The bad news is that we're running out of fuel.
This is not going to be a routine flight,
so please, everybody buckle up tight.
Brandee, I promise I'll do everything I can
not to bounce David around too much, okay?
Okay, anytime.
Give me back my airplane.
- ( keyboard clicking ) - ( beeping )
- ( pounds table ) No, God damn it. No way. - Ned: What?
- The bastard gave himself a backup. - What do you mean a backup?
Tammy: He must have done it when he got inside and installed those videocams.
Done what? What are you talking about?
Tammy: Gabriel reconfigured most of the key onboard systems.
If we switch off the flight management computer now,
yeah, they'll have manual, but it'll be manual
with no computer-assisted flight controls whatsoever
and no hydraulics, which means extremely limited handling,
no flaps, and no landing gear.
- Can it be reconfigured? - Onboard, yes, but not from here.
I could try and talk them through it.
You can't talk them down. There's no time.
Reece: He's right. We're down to fumes.
Cut us loose.
You can't land a plane like Genisys II
with that many failed systems.
It's practically suicide.
Peter: What else are you gonna do?
Wait until they run out of fuel and drop out of the sky?
I mean, there's gotta be some kind
of an emergency mechanical gear extensions
for the wheels, doesn't there?
- Yes, but-- - Look, just cut 'em loose, okay?
Or I'm gonna pull the plug myself.
Do it now. Disengage us from the FMC.
Ned: Tammy...
- All right, all right. - ( keyboard clicking )
You're on your own after I do this, Genisys II.
See you on the tarmac.
Peter: Wait a second.
Reece...
I wish you were with me here right now, Peter.
I need to hold your hand.
Yeah, me, too.
But you can do this all by yourself.
Just do it by feel, you know, the way I taught you.
I remember. Be the airplane.
That's right. You be the airplane.
Wings level. Nose up attitude.
Just let her settle down on her own
and keep her straight.
- I can do that. - I know you can.
And, Reece...
don't ever forget this--
I love you.
I love you, too.
( keyboard clicking )
Tammy: Okay, Reece, you've got control.
Yes!
Seattle Tower, this is Genisys II. Do you read?
Seattle Tower: Welcome back, Genisys II.
We see you've left your holding pattern.
Reece: Affirmative, Seattle Tower.
I'm planning a straight-in approach on runway 3-4.
- ( thuds ) - ( alarm beeps )
- ( alarms beeping ) - Damn.
Mayday. Mayday.
This is Genisys II declaring an emergency.
We just ran out of fuel. I've lost both engines.
Seattle Tower: Are you still planning 3-4?
Yeah. I think I have enough altitude for a glide in.
I'm hoping to drop my landing gear mechanically,
but even if I do, it's still a dead-stick landing.
- ( sirens wailing ) - ( trucks honking )
( sighs )
Sure is quiet out there.
Must be like this all the time to the birds.
( sniffles )
Corbett: Look.
It's a Lear.
He's in an awful big hurry to get down, isn't he?
Okay, it won't be long now.
I want everybody to assume crash positions.
Bend forward, grab your ankles and stay down.
Come on, Reece. Your glide's too high.
- Oh, shit. - What?
I'm too high and we're too hot.
I think we're gonna overshoot.
On runway 3-4, you mean?
Forget 3-4. I think we're gonna overshoot the field.
Seattle Tower, this is Genisys II.
How are we looking from down there?
Seattle Tower: I have you two miles out at 4,000 feet.
Reece: Okay, so we're not gonna make the field.
I have to get her down.
Reece: I'm gonna use the trim to rub the nose
and I'll side slip in.
It's gonna be steep
and we're gonna be coming in like the space shuttle,
but if we're lucky, I might make the end of the field.
Seattle Tower: It's your call, Genisys II.
Reece: Yeah, well, I'm open to any other suggestions.
- Believe me. - Seattle Tower: Copy that.
The field is yours, Genisys II.
Look, if you can drop it inside,
your best bet is probably the old emergency runway
out in the southwest corner.
Okay, that's my target, then.
Seattle Tower: Roger that and good luck.
Seattle Tower: Genisys II, your approach wind is 300 at 15.
Reece: 300 degrees, 15 knots, check.
You can do this, Reece.
Corbett: You're looking good, Captain.
Altitude's good on profile to touchdown point.
Reece: Speed's okay.
Check for crosswinds.
Keep her level.
Keep her straight.
Be the airplane.
Oh, Jesus.
The landing gear.
Okay, left and right are a go,
but the nose gear isn't coming down.
Well, we're gonna go ass over tea-kettle.
You don't have to tell me, just help me.
Come on, you piece of crap.
Nose gear is down.
( sirens wailing )
( horn honking )
( tires screeching )
( tires screeching )
( grunts )
( panting )
( sirens wailing )
( both laughing )
( sirens approaching )
- ( chatter ) - ( radio chatter )
- ( Brandee sobs ) - It's okay, honey. He'll be all right.
- On three. - Okay.
- One, two-- here we go. - All right.
( siren wailing )
Corbett: Frankly, I'd like to kiss her myself.
That woman just did one hell of a job.
Yeah, I know she did.
I had a really good teacher once.
I don't ever remember teaching you any of that.
Maybe you can teach me some of those new tricks, huh?
Maybe it's something we can talk about over dinner.
( knocks at door )
( instrumental music playing )
What? No good-luck kiss for the captain, Captain?
I'm about to make history here.
( laughs )
You know you want to, Reece.
No, I know you want to.
I just think we'd last longer as friends, Jimmy.
So at least you're not saying no way, then.
( laughs ) Just like a kid, huh, Jim?
I was taken, maybe, straight to the bank.
You're starting to remind me a little of someone I used to know.
That's not a bad thing, is it?
I'm not sure.
I think we deserve a pat on the back,
don't you?
Hey, check it out.
Woman: Hey!
- Woman #2: Ah! - Man: Champagne.
- Corbett Aviation. - Man: Whoo!
And the first 100% automatic pilot flight
in history.
A job well done, everyone.
( cheers )
Corbett: Thank you all so much.
Man: Well, we've all earned it.
- Oh, did you get one? - Men: Cheers.
Man: Well done.
Drink up, Tammy.
Hey, come on, Gabriel.
Drink up, man. You deserve it.
( chuckles )
( sighs )
( radio chatter )
Genisys, do your thing.
Tammy: Okay, we have take-off sequence.
Do you copy, Seattle Tower?
Man: We copy, Genisys Center.
- So did you bring anything to read? - Yeah, really.
If this thing works, we may be out of jobs.
- ( chatter ) - ( computers chirping )
Tammy: Checklist up.
Levels are good.
( chatter )
Tammy: All systems functioning.
- Tammy: And airborne. - ( exhales )
I did it!
F-ing A, I did it.
Reece: Well done, Mr. Corbett.
Corbett: Thanks to you.
Man: Congratulations, sir.
Wow, this is as good as simulation.
I'm passenger and pilot on the same flight.
- ( beeping ) - Jimmy, look at these systems.
What the hell?
- ( alarms beeping ) - Jimmy: This can't be right.
Center...
we appear to have a situation here.
What is it? What's happening?
Jimmy: I'm not sure.
A system failure.
It's all shutting down on us here, guys.
What? That's impossible.
Disengage from the computer.
Jimmy: I already have.
Smythe, go to a soft reboot.
Alan, as soon as we're back on, restore mains.
Tammy, keep trying the backup systems.
I'll try manual override.
- ( alarm beeping ) - No good, Jimmy. Nothing works.
We have no control.
Jesus.
We're going down. We're going down hard.
Woman: How long have you got till systems?
Man: Altitude decreasing.
Jimmy: We're going down!
Tammy: Genisys, come in.
Pilot: No control. Nothing works.
We're going down.
- ( alarm beeping ) - ( static hissing )
- Woman: Oh, my God. - ( Corbett sighs )
( people murmuring )
- ( sirens wailing ) - ( radio chatter )
- ( chatter ) - ( fire truck horn blaring )
Goddamn you, Wingfield. How could this happen?
- You said we were ready. - We were.
Look, Mr. Corbett, it's too early
to start speculating about what actually caused the crash--
This was a computer-controlled aircraft.
What the hell else could it be?
Pilot error?
You heard those guys up there.
They had no idea what was happening.
They had no control.
Oh, I get it now.
I'm the invisible man around here
till something goes wrong?
Stop being paranoid.
In case you've forgotten, two people just died.
Yeah, well, maybe you've forgotten
I designed the system, but you own it.
And you signed off on it.
Mr. F-ing A, I did it.
Get out of here. You're fired.
You can't do that. I have a contract.
And I just bought you out.
And you'll be lucky if I don't sue you
for 50 times that amount by the time the dust has settled.
You slimy bugger.
Do you have any idea what working for you has already cost me?
If I were you, I'd start looking
for another line of work.
Maybe you can get a job gathering wool at a sheep farm down in Oz,
which is where I should have left you in the first place.
- Get out of my way. - Hey, take it easy.
Mr. Corbett. Excuse me.
A couple of questions, if I could.
( music playing )
I-- I am not BSing.
I am a pilot.
Wh-- ( sighs )
Why don't you believe me, hmm?
I'm gonna hurt myself.
( chuckles )
You want another drink?
You like that money, right?
A little drinkypoo?
Okay, I'm just gonna return the contents of this
to where they came from.
Reporter on TV: Yes, Gene, this was the grim scene
earlier this evening in a farmer's field
on the outskirts of Seattle.
So you knew the pilot and the copilot?
I knew them both.
They were colleagues of mine.
( sighs ) I can't believe this has happened.
Do you have any idea what might have gone wrong
with the Genisys, Captain Robinson?
Reece: No.
( phone rings )
Hardaway here.
Okay, I'll meet you at the north door.
Wait for me.
( metal clatters )
All right, buddy. We know you're there.
Now stand up.
Raise your hands above your head slowly.
All right.
Just don't shoot, okay?
Jesus Murphy.
Bird Dog Dewmont?
Ned?
Is that you?
Oh, my-- I heard you washed up
in a nice blue Corbett Aviation suit, but-- oh, man.
You look good, Mr. Chief of Security.
- It's all right. - ( laughs )
- I know this lunatic. - Oh, man.
Unbelievable! Hey.
Look at you. Jesus.
What are you doing here, Pete?
I mean, I haven't seen you since--
well, hell, since we all shipped back from the Gulf in '91.
Yeah. Well, this and that, you know.
So what's in the boxes?
Boxes?
Oh, well...
Whoa, that's loud.
Sweet, huh?
- Here you go. - How did you get in here?
This place is locked up pretty tight.
Well, it's not that tight. Door was open.
I told you your ass was grass
if you ever forgot to secure one of these doors again.
I didn't, Ned.
I mean, I don't--
Oh, shut up already.
What the hell does my sister see in you, anyway?
Uh, ahem.
See, the thing is, Ned--
Pal, I don't want to piss in your pageant,
but if you think you're actually going to sell
one of these shirts, I mean...
No, I'm not selling these things.
These are, you know, giveaways.
They're promos for my, uh-- my new customers.
Now, check this out.
Sun and Sand Charters, Incorporated, okay?
The Pacific Northwest's first discount, discount holiday travel service.
No kidding. A charter company.
Bird Dog. ( laughs )
Oh, you're still flying, then.
Well, uh, no,
I haven't actually, you know, flown in about two years.
The FAA didn't have much of a sense of humor
when I told them that I flew straighter drunk than sober.
- No, they wouldn't. - No, but anyway, I'm working on that one.
And meanwhile, okay, I got a business partner who's got the money,
and I got a line on a lease on a 737.
Okay? So what I'm saying is
all I need right now, all right,
is a dry place to keep these stupid shirts
until I can get the key to my office from the terminal.
Ahem, I don't know, Bird Dog.
This is a private hangar. Ty Corbett's a real hard-ass.
I'm coming from way down, all right,
both personally and professionally.
- But I'm on my way back up. - All right, fine.
A day or two, tops, okay?
Hey, you got it. That's, Ned.
I love you, man. You're beautiful.
Okay, well, let's-- let's get this stuff stowed.
All right.
You're a good man, Ned.
You don't have a problem with me
helping out an old Air Force buddy, do you?
No.
Don't suppose you have this in extra large,
- would you? - Hey.
For you--
for you...
I got a triple X.
Ooh. Ooh.
( laughing )
- Unbelievable, man. - Ah.
- Ned: You look good. - You, too, buddy.
( laughs )
Ned: Hey, listen.
Give me a call sometime.
I'll get you real cards and everything.
I'm very happy to see everybody here this afternoon.
No one more than my board of directors.
( applause )
Thank you for your faith.
Six months ago, there was a lot of people
in the media and the aerospace industry itself
here in Seattle who thought I was finished,
who thought that corporate aviation
would not take to the skies again.
Well, to all of them or you,
as the case may be...
the Genisys II.
( people murmuring )
Corbett: They say that every failure
brings with it a valuable lesson
to those that are willing to learn.
Well, the valuable lesson I learned
after the tragic crash of Genisys I last September is this.
Don't quit.
The Wright Brothers knew that over a century ago.
They didn't quit when their first prototype refused to take flight.
NASA didn't quit after the Challenger disaster in 1986.
And I could go on, but the point is
every major advance in the history of aviation
has been made by the bold, not the fainthearted.
- ( applause ) - Self-important windbag.
And now for those who haven't had the pleasure,
I'd like to take this opportunity
to introduce you to my very lovely daughter, Brandee.
Brandee, would you and my future grandson please stand up?
( applause )
And the man who made an honest woman out of Brandee
is my son-in-law, David Caulfield.
David.
David Caulfield is not only
one of the hottest trial attorneys on the West Coast,
he also happens to be the son of my good friend, Senator John Caulfield.
( applause )
Is that the same Senator Caulfield
that's behind the big push in Congress to triple federal funding
for the private aerospace R&Ds?
Well, Corbett's no dummy. ( scoffs )
The software we developed after the last year's tragedy
now gives corporate aviation a fail-safe,
fully computer-integrated aircraft control system.
The first in the world, I might add.
I'm very pleased and excited to tell you
that 18 hours from now,
this very important trio behind me
will be joining me onboard Genisys II
for her maiden flight between Seattle and Los Angeles.
( applause )
And last but not least,
I know you all want to meet the pilot
for tomorrow's historic flight.
Captain Reece Robinson.
( applause )
Reece?
They're all yours.
Well, I wouldn't say I know as much as the technicians
who designed our computer systems,
but I'll do my very best
to answer any of your questions.
- How does it work? - Terrific.
I've tested this aircraft extensively and we're ready.
No, I mean how does it work?
Well, basically, we utilize 320 cross-functional build teams
that in turn access 2,200 terminals
and three-dimensional interactive application CATIA systems
to produce what we like to call pure perfection in flight.
( chuckles ) I told ya.
( laughter, applause )
Maybe I can put things a little more simply.
The Genisys II is a jet aircraft that takes off,
lands, and flies itself.
( applause )
Peter: I have one.
How can you consider yourself a real pilot
when the-- I don't know-- microchip or whatever runs the cockpit?
Believe me, I have years
of first-class flight training behind me,
and I definitely am a real pilot.
Corbett: Well said, Captain.
This is the 21st century here, friend.
A real pilot is someone who can adapt proven flying skills
with the new technologies available to them.
A pilot who cannot or will not adapt
to new technologies is not a real pilot,
just an obsolete one.
( laughter, applause )
Well, it looks like we're just about wrapped up here.
If you want to take any photographs,
please feel free to come on up.
And when you're ready, I'll be happy to give you all
a tour of the cockpit.
- Thank you. - ( applause )
Come on, let's take a look at the cockpit.
Who is the asshole in the flight jacket?
Do you know?
Nope.
( street traffic blaring )
Peep!
No, no, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.
Would you like some candy, little girl?
You're welcome.
You're welcome.
( lock clicks )
( rock music blaring )
( rock music continues faintly )
- ( rock music blaring ) - ( knocking at door )
( knocking continues )
( volume decreases )
Hi, mate. Couldn't hear you knocking for the music.
No sweat. Called about an ADSL hookup for your computer?
Yeah, yeah.
( knocks at door )
Hey.
Whoa.
Are you still pissed at me?
Asshole.
I missed you, too, baby.
Don't call me baby, Dewmont.
We're not married anymore.
Okay.
- For you. - Please.
Okay, I'm sorry I gave you a hard time today.
- I just-- - No, you're not.
Okay, I'm not, but I just never took you
for the corporate type, you know.
I mean, I thought you were a real pilot.
At least I'm flying.
Okay, I deserve that.
Maybe I'm just jealous.
Jealous and awfully damn proud.
Do you miss me a little bit?
What are you doing here, Peter?
In Seattle, I mean.
I'm-- I'm just trying to get my life back together.
- Stopped drinking. - Really?
- Mm-hmm. - When?
Weeks ago.
Well, two weeks ago.
And how is it?
It's really hard sometimes.
Hey, you'll appreciate this.
I've been working on getting this business together.
Charter flights to the Hawaiian Islands.
Cool, huh?
Does that mean you got your license back?
Well, not yet, but, um...
Have you even talked to the FAA about it?
( chuckles )
I wish you all the luck in the world on this, Peter.
I really do.
You know, I'm planning on talking to the FAA really soon.
- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.
Hey, you know, I thought maybe we'd go out and have some dinner.
You know, like, have a real talk.
I'm tired.
Well, okay, then we can order something in.
Maybe something with a little spice
to get the sparks going again.
Sparks were never our problem.
You can say that again.
Peter, it's over.
I can't go back there.
I've moved on.
( sighs )
Well, you can't blame a guy for trying to get
a second chance at a really good thing.
I got a flight plan that I gotta write up and file tomorrow.
I'm going to take a shower, okay?
Okay.
( sighs )
( horn honks )
( touch tones beeping )
( phone rings )
Hardaway here.
Hey, Ned, it's Bird Dog.
That was quite the performance out at the airport this afternoon.
What the hell were you doing?
I don't know.
I guess I was just having a little bit of fun.
- So, Ned... - What?
I could use a friendly ear tonight,
and it might end up being a bartender's
in the space I'm in right now.
- Where are you? - I'm in a parking lot
next to trouble.
All right, look, I'll give you an address.
Number 27, 1652 Oakmont.
Can you meet me there in half an hour?
Okay. See you there.
( beeps )
( sighs )
( chatter )
Ned: Everyone got a chair?
Okay, why don't we get started?
Welcome, everyone.
Have a seat.
Let's open with our Serenity Prayer.
All: God grant me the serenity to accept the things
- I cannot change. - I cannot change.
The courage to change the things I can.
And the wisdom to know the difference.
Ned: Amen.
So I see we have a visitor or two with us tonight.
Welcome.
( computer chirping )
( beeping )
( rock music blaring )
( beeping )
( rock music continues )
( keyboard clicking )
( rock music continues )
( rock music blaring )
"And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war."
( barks )
( knocks at door )
Let me guess. You forgot your tools?
Not exactly.
How do I put this?
See, a hacker always recognizes another hacker.
A hacker?
I don't know what or who you're scamming,
but I know it's big time.
You think so?
( laughs ) Yeah, definitely.
I see, and?
Not to brag or anything, but I'm pretty good myself.
Maybe we could talk about teaming up.
Hmm, that's interesting.
Tell me something, aren't you supposed to still be at work?
Nah, I punched out an hour ago.
- Mind? - No, no, no, no. Go right ahead, yeah.
- Would you like a beer? - A beer would be great.
( computer chirping )
Holy shit.
You are a heavyweight.
Uh, thank you.
I'm flattered, I think.
( car alarm blaring )
( chatter )
Man: All right, let's get it off DP.
Let's go.
Is this for me?
It's lovely.
Would you like to come in?
Okay.
( lock clicks )
( jet engines roaring )
- Reece. - Thanks.
How's the weather in L.A.?
Clear and sunny with a high of 70, Mr. Corbett.
We'll have lunch at the beach.
Sounds like a plan.
- Hi. - How are you feeling?
Well, I'm holding up.
Oh, we're doing just fine.
- Great. - Oh, we are, are we?
Good morning, Senator Caulfield.
Good morning, Captain.
Very nice, Ty.
I think I'd take this over Air Force One any day.
Well, the president has a slightly nicer home than I do.
( chuckles )
- Slightly. - Yeah.
( laughing )
Oh, Peter, if you could see me now.
Well?
How do you like her so far?
I like her just fine.
( computer chirping )
What are you doing?
I have to go to the bathroom.
It's that door.
( door opens )
Okay, we're linked.
Uploading.
( computer beeps )
Like my computer game?
Can I play?
( chuckles ) Maybe later.
In fact, I think you better go home now.
Your mother might be worried, hmm?
I mean it. Go on.
Oh, yes.
( rock music blaring )
( rock music continues faintly )
Where were you?
Downstairs.
You didn't leave the building?
'Cause it's not safe outside, you know.
( music continues )
Hey!
( music stops )
Thank you.
- Are you hungry? - No.
Hmm. Okay.
Mama's going back to bed.
You watch TV, okay?
( TV playing )
Corbett on radio: Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.
This is your copilot speaking.
I hope everybody's buckled up and relaxed back there.
We're just waiting for clearance from the tower.
Seattle Tower: Genisys II, you're cleared for takeoff.
Runway 3-4 right.
Copy that, Genisys II.
Clear for takeoff. Runway 3-4 right.
Thank you, Seattle Tower.
Genisys Central, you with us, too?
Tammy: We're right here, Reece.
- Have a good one. - Thanks. Plan to.
This is going to be so exciting.
Exciting?
You have no idea.
Seattle Tower: You're a go for 3-4, Genisys II.
Reece: Roger that. Thank you, Seattle Tower.
( button clicks )
( radio chatter )
Yeah.
( chuckles )
Oh, yeah. That's gonna happen.
( whistling )
And now I'm your flight attendant.
Who wants a drink? Scotch, John?
- Please. - David?
It's a little early in the day for me, but thank you.
Nothing for you, I know.
I'll go make some coffee.
Oh, no, sweetheart, you relax.
- I'll make the coffee. - Okay.
That is assuming it's something
like the machine in our kitchen.
That's it.
Everybody relax and get comfy.
The fun is about to begin.
( beeps )
Think I'll take over now, Captain.
Thank you very much.
Seattle to L.A.
No, not today.
Let's see.
Where shall we go instead, then, hmm?
I know, I know.
How about...
nowhere... fast.
( beeping )
Seattle Tower: Genisys II, this is Seattle Center.
We show you in a left turn.
Reece: Say that again, Seattle Center.
Seattle Tower: Copy that, Genisys II.
I said we show you in a left turn.
What's the matter? You forgot the way to LAX, Captain?
Confirm, a turn?
Flight and NAV both say
we're flying a straight heading.
What the...?
Our route just disappeared.
Now it's showing some crazy holding pattern over Seattle.
Seattle Tower: What's happening up there, Genisys II?
Reece: My question, too, Seattle Tower.
Genisys Central, can you help us out with this?
We're already on it, Reece.
Must be some sort of malfunction in the NAV database.
- Should I switch to manual? - No, hang in there.
We're going through your settings right now.
Seattle Tower: Genisys II, Seattle Center here.
We're clearing you some air space
at present altitude.
( phone rings, beeps )
Yeah, Sun and Sand Charters.
Hey, Chuck.
Yeah, hey, listen.
I just ran across this quote
for print ads in the "Seattle Tribune."
It says here you can get about a month of Sundays
for a pretty decent--
Come again?
Oh, Chuck, I thought we talked this all through, man.
Yeah, I got a 737 and everything.
No, I understand it's your money.
Yeah.
You know what? Never mind, okay?
If I was a horse, I wouldn't bet on me either.
Yeah, I'll talk to you later.
( beeps )
Ah, boy.
John, I can't tell you how much I appreciate
your support on this federal R&D thing.
Between the trash costs
and all the capital it's taken to redesign
our software and get airborne again,
it was pretty touch and go for a while.
Well, there's no guarantee in the lobbying business, Ty.
Those guys on the Hill are hard to figure out some days.
But we're definitely giving it the full-court press.
I know you are, John.
And let me tell you,
pushing the military potential on this technology
was a stroke of genius on your part.
Our stock price is finally starting to rebound.
Yeah, well, thank you for that.
Obviously, the possibility of a pilotless war plane in the future
should go over well with the mothers of America.
( objects clatter )
( rock music blaring )
( toilet flushes )
How did you get in here?
The door was open.
It's all right.
You just caught me by surprise, that's all.
( lock clicks )
You like it?
( music stops )
Genisys Central, this is Genisys II.
Have you got that glitch figured out yet?
Tammy: That's a negative, Reece.
Sorry.
Look, I know the poop's gonna hit the prop,
but I think I have to bring Mr. Corbett into the picture now.
She's right.
Corbett's gotta know what's going on.
I better let someone else know.
Senator Caulfield's people in Washington?
Yeah, them, too, I guess.
( ringing )
Boop.
You've reached Sun and Sand Charters.
We are no longer in business, but--
Bird Dog, it's Ned.
Hey, Ned, you're a little late.
I have no idea what you're talking about, Dewmont,
but you might want to haul your ass over to Genisys Control Center.
It seems Reece's plane is in some kind of trouble here.
What?
- All right, I'll be right there. - ( beeps )
Are you telling me that none of that high-priced help down there
can tell me how a routine Seattle-L.A. flight plan
that Reece downloaded from her laptop
has suddenly mutated into 45 minutes
of Ring Around Seattle?
Tammy: Mr. Corbett, I don't know what to say.
It shouldn't be happening.
Logically it can't be happening.
Well, it is happening, isn't it?
Idiot.
God Almighty, the best and the brightest, huh?
Are you getting anywhere on--?
- ( music playing ) - ( cow moos )
What?
( both laughing )
- Here, you wanna play? - Okay.
- ( Blair giggles ) - That's neat stuff, huh?
- ( giggling continues ) - Yeah.
( cow moos )
Here, push that one all by yourself.
Corbett: I'm giving you 10 minutes
to find this little problem and fix it.
After that, we disengage from the computer
and bring her down the old fashioned way,
And listen to me,
I really hate being embarrassed in public,
so let's all hope that we don't have to go there.
- We hear you loud and clear, Mr. Corbett. - Good.
Seattle Tower: Genisys, this is Seattle Center.
Please check your altitude.
We have you descending into levels with other traffic.
We're supposed to be at 230.
Corbett: What the hell is going on here?
- ( cow moos ) - ( Blair giggles )
Did I tell you I have a little girl, too?
It's true.
She can't be very much older than you.
Where is she?
I'm not sure.
Somewhere...
with her mother.
Mother: Blair!
- Better go. Hurry, hurry. - Mother: Blair, are you downstairs?
( cow moos )
We're going. Go, go, go, go.
Go.
- Mother: Blair? - It's our little secret, right?
Mother: Blair, are you downstairs?
- Blair? - Coming, Mom.
Seattle Tower: Seattle Center, Genisys II is in an uncontrolled descent.
Stand by.
Reece: Can't wait for them to figure this out, sir.
We're not talking embarrassment anymore,
we're talking serious danger.
God damn it.
Fine.
Go to manual override. Take it back up.
Reece: It's not working.
I can't disengage from the computer.
Seattle Center, Genisys II is declaring an emergency.
We seem to have leveled off.
Tell me what the hell is going on here.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, this is a restricted area.
It's all right. He's Reece's ex.
Don't panic yet.
We have a computer malfunction.
I think we were better off
when pilots actually flew planes.
You been drinking?
I only had time for one.
You should have brought the rest of the damn bottle with you.
Could have used a double myself.
What have you got here?
We just leveled off at 15,000.
You, uh-- you turned the seatbelt sign back on.
Is-- is everything all right?
Everything's just fine.
Just a bit of weather, Dave.
Computer: Descend. Descend now.
- That's our TCAS. What now? - Seattle Tower: Genisys II.
- Genisys II, traffic alert. - ( alarm beeping )
You have traffic at 12:00.
Sweet Jesus.
I can't.
I can't override anything in this damned airplane.
Oh, no, we can't have that.
No premature immolation here.
( whimpering )
- ( all grunting ) - Ow!
David!
Here. Turn him over.
That's it, easy.
Dave.
You just saved our lives, Reece.
- I didn't do that. - Then who did?
Gabriel's voice, distorted: I did it.
What's going on, Ty?
I don't know.
David's been hurt. It's bad.
We have to land and get him to a hospital.
How much longer until we reach L.A.?
We're not going to L.A. We're 15,000 feet over Seattle.
What?
( rock music playing over speakers )
Seattle Tower: Genisys II, do you copy?
Genisys II. Over.
Genisys Central, this is Seattle Center.
Are you still there, at least?
We're still here, Seattle Center.
We've got a Cessna reporting a near miss
with Genisys II about four minutes ago.
The radar shows them holding at 15,000 feet, but we can't contact them.
Copy that, Seattle Center. We can't raise them either.
Something's blocking their comm lines now.
Yeah, or some one.
I'm picking up bits and pieces of an outside transmission to the plane.
What frequency?
I don't know. I can't get a fix.
Shove over. Let me in there.
What do you think you're doing, Hardaway?
Hey, it's okay. Just let him do his thing.
I was the best comm guy in the Air Force in Kuwait.
Seattle Center, we're requesting protected air-space
for Genisys II at 15,000.
Roger that, Genisys Center. Already done.
Gotcha.
Gabriel, distorted: You don't think I would go to all the trouble
of setting up this little performance just to call it off now
because somebody's bumped their noggin, do you?
- Come on. - The hell is that?
It's the transmission to Genisys II.
This guy has piggybacked an eye-line onto our communication channels.
Peter: Who is he?
No idea.
Sounds like he's got a filter on his voice anyway.
Reece: You can't keep us holding like this forever.
- Gabriel: Why not? - That's Reece.
Reece: Well, for one thing, we'll eventually run out of fuel.
Gabriel: You are a clever girl, aren't you?
- He's gonna take 'em down. - That's it.
We need to start a triangulation search right now
and see if we can find this guy.
I don't know how. He's on the ground.
He's got them trapped up there.
Corbett: Who are you?
Why are you doing this?
Man on radio: Rack your brain, Corbett.
Rack your brain.
Why do you suppose anyone would want to do this to you, hmm?
( rock music playing in background )
( rock music blaring )
( rock music continues faintly )
I can't say for sure, but I think he's got a fractured skull.
Oh, my God.
The only thing we can do for him now
is keep him completely still
and hope there's been no bleeding onto his brain.
Gabriel: How touching. It's heart-wrenching, really.
He can see us.
The son of a bitch can see us in here.
Gabriel: Oh, don't even think about it.
You touch that camera or the one I installed in the cockpit,
it'll be the last thing you ever do.
Who cares? You're gonna kill us anyway.
You're saying you don't want to live as long as possible?
No, I'm saying screw you
and your head games.
Gabriel: One, two, three, four, five.
I count five of you back there.
Who's flying the plane, Captain Robinson?
You are a dick-head.
Gabriel: You sure about that?
( screaming )
( alarms ringing )
- Smythe: 7,500. - Woman: No, we need to move a bit higher.
7,000.
6,500.
- 6,000. - Hey, all right.
You know, we can all see it for ourselves.
Golly, I guess I really am flying this plane.
My mistake.
I can't take this, Ty.
My son may be dying right in front of my eyes.
No, John. No one is dying on my airplane.
Ned: Ah, damn it.
- What? - We can't triangulate.
He's got some sort of sophisticated
digital echo working for him.
- What does that mean? - It means that every word,
every bit of code he's transmitting
is being thrown up against a kind of cyber-wall
which scatters it to a million different locations all at once.
- It's called splattering. - Splattering, huh?
- That's what I'd like to do to his brains. - Yeah.
And then by some system only he knows,
it all bounces back to Genisys II and reforms on the computer.
So it means he can be transmitting from anywhere.
Anywhere in the goddamn planet.
Tammy: We copy, Seattle Tower. Thanks for the update.
Just talked to air traffic control.
Senator Caulfield's people in Washington have called in the FBI.
Their agents are all over the tower and air control center now.
Oh, that's great.
We sure as hell don't need the Bureau
running around here right now.
I hear you. I'll see what I can do about holding them off.
So what do we do now?
We cross our fingers and hope that these fine folks
can figure out how this guy got control of the plane
and how we can cut him off.
( rock music playing )
All right, everyone,
this is our little secret, okay?
( rock music playing faintly )
( Blair screams )
Blair? Blair, honey.
What is it? Honey, come on.
What's the matter with you? Come on.
Sweetie, what is it? Come on, talk to Mama.
Sweetie, what is it? Come on, sweetie.
Somebody help me!
- ( rock music continues ) - ( siren wailing )
( chatter )
What's happened?
- What's wrong with the little girl? - I don't know.
Her mother said she just got sick all of a sudden.
( siren wailing )
Hey, you, I have a question.
Hey!
Are you even there?
I've been thinking about this.
- The only way that he-- - No.
This may be a trick.
You're right. It wouldn't be his first one today.
( whispering ) Listen, in order to pull this off,
he must have created a flight simulation program
that could interface between his computer and ours.
And then somehow he hacked it into my laptop.
I must have passed it straight through to the FMC
when I uploaded my flight plan in the cockpit this morning.
( whispering ) And now he has total control of the aircraft.
Every critical function on Genisys II is computer-controlled,
and they're all user-interfaced.
About the only thing he can't do is flush the toilet,
and actually I'm not even sure about that.
So basically what you're saying is we're screwed.
My laptop is still linked.
If I run a full quick restore through it,
maybe it will help reformat the FMC hard drive.
That would destroy his program and flip us into manual.
- That's a theory anyway. - Good.
Gabriel: Why, Corbett, you old devil.
A quickie with the pilot at 15,000 feet?
Yeah, and it was amazing. Too bad you missed it.
Got a cigarette?
Gabriel: Oh, I'm gonna miss you, Captain Robinson.
Gee, it's a shame I can't say the same about you.
Are you all right?
Did you really think I'd leave
any opening to chance?
Corbett: Well, that's just it, isn't it?
We have no idea what kind of a fool we're dealing with.
( normal voice ) It's me, Corbett.
Reaching out to you from that shit farm back in Oz.
Corbett: Jesus.
Gabriel Wingfield?
Who in the hell is that?
- An ex-employee. - Gone postal.
Gabriel: Struck dumb, are we?
Well, I expect this will get your gobs moving again.
You might want to check your fuel gauge,
Captain Robinson.
The reading just dropped to 6,000 pounds.
There was almost 10,000 there a minute ago.
Gabriel: Actually, there wasn't.
You can see I tweaked the settings a little bit this morning
to make sure that the maintenance guy
would leave you with a short load-- nyah!
( laughs )
By my estimation, you've got about, mmm,
two hours left.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.
( rock music blaring )
Woman on P.A.: Dr. Benson to ICU.
Dr. Benson to ICU, please.
( monitor beeping )
- ( gasps, screams ) - ( mother screams )
- Oh, my goodness. - That spider, I think it ran out of her sleeve.
Doctor: It might be nothing, but let's find out
what kind of spider this is.
Call the entomology department at the university
and see if they can send someone over here, stat.
Sure, okay.
Corbett: Don't do this, Gabriel.
You hate me, okay, but don't forget
that there's four innocent people on this plane, two of them are women,
and one of them is going to have a baby.
John: Plus who knows how many others are at risk on the ground.
Dozens, probably.
- Try hundreds. - Corbett: Please.
I'll give you anything you want.
Oh?
You'll give me back my career?
My reputation?
How about my family?
I lost my family working for you, Corbett.
I had a daughter.
I can't give you those back, obviously,
but I can try and compensate for their loss.
Name your price.
A million dollars.
Two million dollars.
How about 10?
If that's what you want.
20?
Corbett: How much?
Wingfield, just tell me, how much do you want?
Gabriel: I want it all, Corbett.
I want it all!
Still, $20 million, it sounds like a nice round number.
Do you think you can cobble together that kind of cash?
Good God, yes, whatever it takes.
Okay. How do we get word to our people on the ground?
Don't worry about that.
Took them a little while to get into the game,
but they know exactly what's going on now.
Hello, boys, did you miss me?
Gabriel?
Gabriel: You built a bloody good system here, Tammy.
It's bloody good.
- Alas, mine's better. - He stopped jamming us.
- Reece? - Peter?
Peter: Reece, just hang in there, okay?
Gabriel: Excuse me, whoever you are.
This is my dime.
- Look, you son of a bitch-- - Touchy, touchy.
Well, enough of the idle chitchat.
It's time to get to work collecting money.
Ah, he's jamming us again.
- I'm sorry. - Gabriel: I want $20 million
in two large gray suitcases.
If they're not gray, deal's off.
What difference does the color make?
Gabriel: Leave the money at the corner of...
No.
Leave the money in the middle of the field
where Genisys I crashed.
Only seems fitting, don't you think?
One of my-- what's the word?
Associates.
One of my associates in Seattle
will pick up the cash for me.
You have one hour, starting now.
- ( watch beeps ) - Call the tower.
Make sure the FBI got all of that.
Ball's in our court now.
Bird Dog, it's okay. It's going to be all right.
Yeah, if you say so.
We're gonna be okay, sweetheart.
All of us.
"Turning and turning in the widening gyre.
The falcon cannot hear the falconer.
Things fall apart.
The center cannot hold.
...anarchy is loosed... and everywhere
the ceremony of innocence is drowned."
Woman on P.A.: Kristen Jensen to X-ray.
- Kristen Jensen, please report to X-ray. - ( door opens )
Mrs. Abbott, I just spoke to an entomologist from the university.
The bug in your daughter's sleeve was a Sydney funnel-web spider.
It's Australian and very, very poisonous.
We're still waiting on the blood work to confirm,
but we suspect that she was bitten.
- How? - No idea.
Maybe you brought it home in some fruit or something from the grocery store.
That doesn't matter right now.
Our problem is that the nearest antivenom is in San Francisco.
It's being sent to us right now on a Learjet,
but it won't be here for an hour.
We'll just have to find a way to keep her with us until then.
- ( gasps ) - ( alarm beeping )
Blair, it's okay, sweetie!
- Mommy's here. Mommy's-- - Doctor: Mrs. Abbott, please.
Hang on, honey.
- Help her! - It's okay, sweetheart.
- Blair, sweetheart. - Hang on, honey.
- It's all right. - Hurry.
You'll be okay. You'll be okay.
It's okay, baby.
Man: Last check.
( radio chatter )
Copy that.
Nobody showed up for the money.
Then again, I guess you knew that.
Well, let's just say I had a feeling.
All that crap about the suitcases having to be gray.
Yeah.
And telling us to leave the money in an open field,
for crying out loud, where surveillance would be a piece of cake?
It's just a goose chase.
It's not about the money. It's about revenge.
How much time do we have, Ned?
An hour.
Nearly.
I thought I hit hell about six months ago
in a Honolulu bar.
Doesn't compare to this.
( sighs )
I taught her how to fly, Ned.
I taught her how to fly.
And now she's up there
and I'm down here on the ground with no way of helping her.
You know, there's some pretty smart folks back at the Control Center, Bird Dog.
I mean, they could still crack this thing in time.
They're never gonna get it. He's covered his tracks too well.
In an hour or so, he's gonna be on some roof top
or some balcony watching that plane go down
in the middle of Seattle and burst into flames.
God damn it.
You're right.
- I mean-- - What?
Gabriel-- he's not-- he's not transmitting from Australia.
He's right here in Seattle.
A guy like that, he'd want a front-row seat
to witness his big finale.
Yeah, he wouldn't miss it for the world.
So big deal, Ned.
I mean, we found the haystack, but where's the needle, huh?
Hey, hey, wait. Where are you going?
I can't just stay here and do nothing, okay?
I have to do something.
Even if it's just going out and driving around.
I mean, maybe if there is a God,
he'll put me on the right street or something.
Bird Dog, you gotta hang in there with us.
Oh, shit.
John: What do you mean the deal's off?
Let's just say the duffer fell short.
But we got you what you wanted.
You got me what you thought I wanted.
I just decided to play along for the lark of it.
- You sick prick. - Sick?
I really don't think so, Captain Robinson.
I prefer to think of myself as single-minded.
This is not about money.
It never could be. It's about respect.
Well, believe me, Wingfield, you have my respect.
I think you're a true genius.
Now, can we please end this now?
That's lame, Corbett.
No, I'm afraid the arrogance and sarcasm
I still detect on the tip of your tongue won't be completely swallowed
till your airplane's spiraling to the ground at 400 miles an hour.
Then you will respect me.
This can't be happening. It's insane.
- Corbett: John. - For God's sake--
There's nothing she can do.
It's him.
Tammy: Okay, let's try reconfiguring again.
Come on, people.
There has to be a way out of this.
45 minutes.
( touch tones beeping )
( phone rings )
( beeps )
Yeah, I'm here.
- Where's here? - Well, um--
You don't sound too good. You been drinking?
I think there are more important things
to worry about right now than me.
I'll give you that one.
Smythe: For God's sake, will you let 'em land?
- What harm can it do? - Hold on, Bird Dog.
- Nick, what? - It's the tower.
The FBI's ordered them to divert all air traffic away from Seattle.
Seems reasonable enough to me under the circumstances.
Yeah, I know, but there's a Learjet
on its way up from San Francisco on a medical emergency.
Some little girl got bit by, like, a funnel-web spider this morning.
She could die without the antivenom.
Ned: So this little girl's on the Learjet?
Smythe: No, the antivenom's on the Lear.
Kid got bit here in Seattle.
( sighs )
Pete.
- Australia. - What?
The funnel-web spider comes from Australia.
- Like Gabriel? I don't know. That's a stretch. - Yeah.
Yeah, I know, Ned, but it's all we got to go on.
Look, call the tower.
Find out what hospital that kid's in
and then call me right back, okay?
Yeah. All right.
( chatter )
Woman on P.A.: Dr. Swanson, pick up line 4.
Dr. Swanson, line 4.
( monitor beeping )
Hello.
- You're Mrs. Abbott, right? - Yeah.
- Your daughter was bitten by the spider? - Yeah.
You're not a doctor, are you?
Uh, no, I'm from the health department
and we need your address.
What's going on here? Who are you?
Uh, well, I'm with the health department and we need to--
- Call security. - Mrs. Abbott, please.
This is a matter of life and death.
Doctor: Sir, whoever you are, you have to leave now.
It's 2649 Clarence Street, apartment 34.
All right, thank you.
And don't worry, your little girl's gonna be okay.
I know.
( tires screech )
( rock music playing faintly )
( rock music continues )
( faint rock music continues )
( music continues )
Corbett: You need me up here.
No, you should be back with Brandee and the senator.
They need you.
- ( knocks at door ) - ( rock music playing )
( knocking continues )
( knocks )
Piss off. I'm busy.
Oh, yeah, well, I'm really sorry to bother you,
but I have a delivery for the people in the apartment above yours
and they're not home right now,
so I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind--
- I mind. - Oh, well, are you sure?
It would save me another trip.
And it looks like something that might be important.
Get up!
( groans )
Have a seat.
You're gonna unlock or undo
or unwhatever it is you gotta do
to restore manual control of that airplane to the pilot.
You think that's funny?
Go ahead if it'll make you feel any better.
Oh, what a shame, they brought
the wrong detachment of the cavalry.
Imagine that. A real live Luddite.
You're a real funny guy, aren't you?
( laughing )
She's lovely, isn't she?
Yeah, just let me talk to her.
Ah, I know who you are now.
You're the touchy voice at the other end of the line.
Just shut up, asshole.
Put me through to her.
Yes, why not?
But you better hurry
- if you're gonna ask her out on a date. - Reece.
Can you hear me? It's me, Pete.
Peter, what are you doing there?
Well, it's kind of a long, strange story.
I'll tell you later.
- Who's there with you? - Just me and Gabriel.
But I want you to hold tight,
because help's on the way.
Okay, that's good to know.
( rock music continues )
( gunshot )
Ah, shit!
( laughs )
Tick, tick, tick...
( music stops )
Reece.
Peter, what's happening? Are you okay?
Yeah. Gabriel's dead.
It's just me now for whatever that's worth.
It's worth a lot, Peter.
You've gotta stop selling yourself short.
Although I will admit it would be nice
if you knew something about computers right about now.
Yeah, well, I'll join a computer class
first thing in the morning.
So, uh, I don't know, the fuel doesn't look too bad.
What do you think, 15-20 minutes?
Nice try, Dewmont. Seven, tops.
( cocks gun )
No, no, no. Don't shoot. It's okay.
Thank God.
Reece, it's gonna be okay.
Help's here.
( exhales )
Reece: Okay, everybody, Gabriel's been taken out.
The Genisys ground team are on site.
It won't take them long to figure out what he did to us and turn us loose.
That's the good news.
The bad news is that we're running out of fuel.
This is not going to be a routine flight,
so please, everybody buckle up tight.
Brandee, I promise I'll do everything I can
not to bounce David around too much, okay?
Okay, anytime.
Give me back my airplane.
- ( keyboard clicking ) - ( beeping )
- ( pounds table ) No, God damn it. No way. - Ned: What?
- The bastard gave himself a backup. - What do you mean a backup?
Tammy: He must have done it when he got inside and installed those videocams.
Done what? What are you talking about?
Tammy: Gabriel reconfigured most of the key onboard systems.
If we switch off the flight management computer now,
yeah, they'll have manual, but it'll be manual
with no computer-assisted flight controls whatsoever
and no hydraulics, which means extremely limited handling,
no flaps, and no landing gear.
- Can it be reconfigured? - Onboard, yes, but not from here.
I could try and talk them through it.
You can't talk them down. There's no time.
Reece: He's right. We're down to fumes.
Cut us loose.
You can't land a plane like Genisys II
with that many failed systems.
It's practically suicide.
Peter: What else are you gonna do?
Wait until they run out of fuel and drop out of the sky?
I mean, there's gotta be some kind
of an emergency mechanical gear extensions
for the wheels, doesn't there?
- Yes, but-- - Look, just cut 'em loose, okay?
Or I'm gonna pull the plug myself.
Do it now. Disengage us from the FMC.
Ned: Tammy...
- All right, all right. - ( keyboard clicking )
You're on your own after I do this, Genisys II.
See you on the tarmac.
Peter: Wait a second.
Reece...
I wish you were with me here right now, Peter.
I need to hold your hand.
Yeah, me, too.
But you can do this all by yourself.
Just do it by feel, you know, the way I taught you.
I remember. Be the airplane.
That's right. You be the airplane.
Wings level. Nose up attitude.
Just let her settle down on her own
and keep her straight.
- I can do that. - I know you can.
And, Reece...
don't ever forget this--
I love you.
I love you, too.
( keyboard clicking )
Tammy: Okay, Reece, you've got control.
Yes!
Seattle Tower, this is Genisys II. Do you read?
Seattle Tower: Welcome back, Genisys II.
We see you've left your holding pattern.
Reece: Affirmative, Seattle Tower.
I'm planning a straight-in approach on runway 3-4.
- ( thuds ) - ( alarm beeps )
- ( alarms beeping ) - Damn.
Mayday. Mayday.
This is Genisys II declaring an emergency.
We just ran out of fuel. I've lost both engines.
Seattle Tower: Are you still planning 3-4?
Yeah. I think I have enough altitude for a glide in.
I'm hoping to drop my landing gear mechanically,
but even if I do, it's still a dead-stick landing.
- ( sirens wailing ) - ( trucks honking )
( sighs )
Sure is quiet out there.
Must be like this all the time to the birds.
( sniffles )
Corbett: Look.
It's a Lear.
He's in an awful big hurry to get down, isn't he?
Okay, it won't be long now.
I want everybody to assume crash positions.
Bend forward, grab your ankles and stay down.
Come on, Reece. Your glide's too high.
- Oh, shit. - What?
I'm too high and we're too hot.
I think we're gonna overshoot.
On runway 3-4, you mean?
Forget 3-4. I think we're gonna overshoot the field.
Seattle Tower, this is Genisys II.
How are we looking from down there?
Seattle Tower: I have you two miles out at 4,000 feet.
Reece: Okay, so we're not gonna make the field.
I have to get her down.
Reece: I'm gonna use the trim to rub the nose
and I'll side slip in.
It's gonna be steep
and we're gonna be coming in like the space shuttle,
but if we're lucky, I might make the end of the field.
Seattle Tower: It's your call, Genisys II.
Reece: Yeah, well, I'm open to any other suggestions.
- Believe me. - Seattle Tower: Copy that.
The field is yours, Genisys II.
Look, if you can drop it inside,
your best bet is probably the old emergency runway
out in the southwest corner.
Okay, that's my target, then.
Seattle Tower: Roger that and good luck.
Seattle Tower: Genisys II, your approach wind is 300 at 15.
Reece: 300 degrees, 15 knots, check.
You can do this, Reece.
Corbett: You're looking good, Captain.
Altitude's good on profile to touchdown point.
Reece: Speed's okay.
Check for crosswinds.
Keep her level.
Keep her straight.
Be the airplane.
Oh, Jesus.
The landing gear.
Okay, left and right are a go,
but the nose gear isn't coming down.
Well, we're gonna go ass over tea-kettle.
You don't have to tell me, just help me.
Come on, you piece of crap.
Nose gear is down.
( sirens wailing )
( horn honking )
( tires screeching )
( tires screeching )
( grunts )
( panting )
( sirens wailing )
( both laughing )
( sirens approaching )
- ( chatter ) - ( radio chatter )
- ( Brandee sobs ) - It's okay, honey. He'll be all right.
- On three. - Okay.
- One, two-- here we go. - All right.
( siren wailing )
Corbett: Frankly, I'd like to kiss her myself.
That woman just did one hell of a job.
Yeah, I know she did.
I had a really good teacher once.
I don't ever remember teaching you any of that.
Maybe you can teach me some of those new tricks, huh?
Maybe it's something we can talk about over dinner.
( knocks at door )
( instrumental music playing )