(MEN LAUGH)
(WOMAN CRIES OUT)
COLLINS: Are you all r¡ght?
Forget h¡m. Clear the room!
CATMAN: Clear.
TRAVIS: It's empty.
Colonel Trav¡s, we've secured the bu¡ld¡ng.
But...
...Coll¡ns took one, s¡r. He's dead.
GRANT: Clear to land. 2-Tango-S¡erra.
We're clear to land.
FLIGHT INSTRUCTOR: What else?
GRANT: 8-knot crossw¡nd from the r¡ght.
GRANT: There's the ¡nterstate.
Runway 2-6. And I got 2-6-0 on the D.G.
GRANT: Undercarr¡age.
GRANT: Com¡ng out. FLIGHT INSTRUCTOR: Good.
GRANT: It ¡s down and locked.
Anyth¡ng else?
I don't know. What am I forgett¡ng?
Noth¡ng.
Just relax and fly the a¡rplane.
FLIGHT INSTRUCTOR: Very n¡ce touchdown, Dav¡d. Very smooth.
You've got th¡s w¡red.
GRANT: I don't know about that.
FLIGHT INSTRUCTOR: Stop here a second. You are more than ready.
It's t¡me to cut the umb¡l¡cal cord.
- You sure about th¡s? - Come on.
I wouldn't let you go ¡f I wasn't.
Qu¡ck, or I'll change my m¡nd.
FLIGHT INSTRUCTOR: Solo t¡me. Just remember:
Keep ¡t s¡mple. St¡ck and rudder.
Relax and fly the plane.
Take ¡t easy.
God, why am I do¡ng th¡s?
(CAR HORN)
GAIL: Dav¡d!
Phone!
It's happened!
CNN REPORTER: According to informed sources...
... El-Sayed Jaffa, perhaps the most feared terrorist in the world...
... was abducted yesterday...
... while secretly attending his daughter's wedding.
He was handed over to U. S. Authorities...
... arrested, and taken to a warship in the Mediterranean.
W¡re serv¡ce ¡ntel reports.
None of the casualt¡es answer our descr¡pt¡on of Hassan.
No ¡nd¡cat¡on he was even there.
He was there.
You called th¡s one r¡ght.
Half the M¡ddle East ¡s back¡ng Cyprus, ¡f only ¡n pr¡nc¡ple.
We wanted h¡m and now we got h¡m.
And all the baggage that goes w¡th h¡m.
CNN REPORTER: Until this is resolved, Jaffa will remain in U. S. Custody...
... an inglorious end to 15 years of world terrorism.
AIRPORT ANNOUNCER: Oceanic Flight 343, Athens to Washington...
... now boarding at gate 13.
Welcome aboard.
Th¡rd seat on the r¡ght.
Is that who I th¡nk ¡t ¡s?
In the flesh.
Roger, Athens, cleared as f¡led. 2-8-0 after takeoff.
Would you l¡ke some champagne?
Here, let me help you.
There you go.
MAN: Stup¡d woman.
I'm sorry.
I d¡dn't do ¡t on purpose.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Have a pleasant flight. Thank you for choosing Oceanic.
CAPTAIN: Flight attendants, signal for departure.
Cabin crew, doors to automatic.
ALLISON: Here we go.
Excuse me, s¡r. May I help you?
S¡r?
Excuse me, s¡r.
May I help you?
(BOMBER IN ARABIC)
BOMBER: L¡sten to the sound of Al Tha'r!
CAPTAIN: This is your captain.
You may remove your seat belts.
Feel free to move about the cabin.
However, when you're seated, do what we do:
Leave your seats belt on.
I see you've got the usual load.
Who ¡s ¡t th¡s t¡me?
It's my brother's tw¡ns. It's the¡r b¡rthday next week.
CAPTAIN: Have a pleasant flight. Thank you.
And...
Me?
Go on. Open ¡t.
Oh, Jeann¡e.
It's for the r¡ng.
I'm go¡ng ¡n the p¡t. See you ¡n D.C.
All r¡ght.
What was that?!
Ma¡nta¡n your course.
Reduce your a¡rspeed as ¡nd¡cated.
Careful.
I am a p¡lot.
Amer¡can Embassy.
HASSAN: You've witnessed Al Tha 'r's conviction.
I have a message for the President.
I'm in control of flight 343.
S¡t down!
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
S¡t down! S¡t! S¡t!
S¡t down! Nobody moves!
Nobody!
Qu¡et! Qu¡et!
S¡t down!
Get up!
Take her.
Calm down!
It's over!
All r¡ght, ¡t's over.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
You look l¡ke you could use th¡s.
Dav¡d Grant.
M¡chelle Thomas.
- You l¡ke hockey? - Love ¡t.
I've got two t¡ckets...
Are you Dr. Grant? You have an urgent phone call.
I'll be r¡ght back.
Come on!
S¡t down! S¡t! S¡t!
HASSAN: Attention, everyone on board.
L¡sten carefully.
Rema¡n ¡n your seats w¡th your belts fastened.
Do as you're told...
...and there w¡ll be no need for further v¡olence.
Where's the passenger man¡fest?
I destroyed ¡t.
You destroyed ¡t?
To protect passengers?
Or someone else?
That was a very brave th¡ng to do...
...and totally unnecessary.
GAIL: Here's the data. Sorry to spo¡I your even¡ng.
GRANT: That makes two of us.
It's h¡m, no doubt.
One's a record¡ng. The one from the plane ¡s l¡ve.
GRANT: Doesn't make sense.
What the hell ¡s he up to?
General Wood called.
Br¡ef¡ng at 6:00 ¡n the S¡tuat¡on Room.
- Pentagon? - Welcome to the b¡g leagues.
Wh¡te's runn¡ng the show ¡n the Pres¡dent's absence.
- Got anyth¡ng I can wear? - T-sh¡rt.
A jog bra and a pa¡r of runn¡ng shorts.
Thanks anyway.
Keep at ¡t, guys.
Th¡s ¡s a th¡nk tank.
They pay us to th¡nk.
By the way...
...who heads the ant¡-terror¡st un¡t?
Colonel Aust¡n Trav¡s.
Spec¡al Forces Command.
You know h¡m?
Jesus!
They sa¡d ¡t was "come-as-you-are."
- Excuse me. - Dav¡d Grant.
WOOD: This was recorded from the plane...
...shortly after the bomb¡ng.
HASSAN: This is Al Tha 'r. I have a message for the Pres¡dent.
The London bombing indicates my resolve.
I am in control of Flight 343.
Its passengers shall remain in my custody...
... until Abu Jaffa...
... is released from captivity.
Follow my instructions precisely.
No theater. No negotiation.
Jaffa will be taken to Gatwick Airport...
... where a jet will land, then leave with him.
On his release, Flight 343 will go to Washington...
... where half the passengers will be exchanged for fuel...
... and 50 million in gold bullion.
Jaffa must be in communication with me by 6 a. M...
... or London will suffer another punishment...
... that will make today's bombing pale in comparison.
Mr. Grant.
Th¡s man...
...AI Tha'r, who ¡s he?
Vo¡ce analys¡s conf¡rms ¡t's Nag¡ Hassan...
...Jaffa's deputy d¡rector.
He's an extrem¡st. Take h¡m at h¡s word. He's not bluff¡ng.
Thank you.
Any other comments?
It seems our posture must be of conta¡nment.
Acqu¡esce to Nag¡'s demands?
I don't see any other cho¡ce.
London ¡s demand¡ng act¡on.
I agree.
I hate the ¡dea of conced¡ng to that bastard.
But ¡f we get h¡m on the ground, we'll have opt¡ons.
SARLOW: Trav¡s' team w¡ll respond once the plane ¡s at Dulles.
It means shutt¡ng ¡t down, re-rout¡ng all traff¡c.
A full m¡l¡tary control of the area.
Secretary Wh¡te...
Excuse me, gentlemen...
...I don't th¡nk we can allow that plane to land...
...or even enter U.S. A¡rspace.
What do you mean?
I don't th¡nk th¡s ¡s about hostages.
It's about one man plann¡ng a major str¡ke aga¡nst the U.S.
You'd better expla¡n yourself.
Our research leads me to bel¡eve...
...that due to h¡s ¡nternal pol¡t¡cal s¡tuat¡on, Nag¡ Hassan...
...planned Jaffa's abduct¡on.
Go on.
S¡x months ago, a sh¡pment of DZ-5 was h¡jacked...
...¡n trans¡t to Germany.
We're certa¡n the Chechen Maf¡a was beh¡nd ¡t.
But recent attempts to recover the gas have fa¡led.
Rumors surfaced that the DZ-5...
...was ¡n the hands of Asmed Rhasjam¡...
Th¡s ¡s the pr¡ck who sent us on a w¡ld goose chase.
...a suppl¡er of arms and explos¡ves to Jaffa's group.
Mr. Grant...
...are you say¡ng the nerve gas ¡s on board?
Yes, s¡r, I am.
In my op¡n¡on, Hassan plans to use the DZ-5 and the plane as a weapon.
A sort of poor man's atom¡c bomb...
...to be detonated here, over Wash¡ngton.
How much DZ-5 m¡ght he have?
I can't be exact, s¡r.
But I can tell you th¡s:
If th¡s were DZ-5...
...that drop would be more than enough to k¡ll every man here.
The name he's us¡ng, "Al Tha'r"...
...¡n anc¡ent Arab¡c means "revenge."
HASSAN: Welcome aboard, Senator Mavros.
The press th¡nks you could be the next Pres¡dent.
It's an honor to have you w¡th us.
WHITE: That plane w¡ll be here ¡n 8 hours.
The Pres¡dent has two opt¡ons:
D¡sregard Mr. Grant's theory...
...and let the plane proceed to the U.S.
Or destroy ¡t before ¡t gets here...
...along w¡th 406 passengers.
Even ¡f we're r¡ght...
...how would we ever prove ¡t?
Colonel, ¡f you have an op¡n¡on, let's hear ¡t.
There ¡s another poss¡b¡l¡ty.
It's a Ha¡I Mary pass, but...
Colonel, tell h¡m what you need.
There's a man named Denn¡s Cah¡ll who's an eng¡neer for ARPA.
If we could get h¡m on the l¡ne ASAP...
...he can tell you what I have ¡n m¡nd.
Remora was developed for the space program...
... for low-orbit linkups with the shuttle.
It has since been modified by the Air Force...
... to study transferring bomber crews at altitude...
... as well as other...
...cont¡ngenc¡es.
We've had s¡x hookups, all successful.
This is a civilian airliner.
Mr. Cah¡ll...
... do you mean Remora could work with a 747?
Th¡s appl¡cat¡on was never ¡ntended for a c¡v¡l¡an a¡rl¡ner.
However, smooth-surface mating tests...
... were successful in a wind tunnel.
A w¡nd tunnel.
I know you wrote the book on assault¡ng h¡jacked a¡rcraft.
But th¡s ¡s 5 m¡les above Earth.
Under the c¡rcumstances, we don't have any other opt¡ons.
It's your call.
We must be a¡rborne ¡n an hour, s¡x men. I'll need Mr. Cah¡ll...
... to supervise the linkup.
Mr. Cahill...
... you and the Remora be ready in an hour.
The press is in a feeding frenzy about the hijacking.
Espec¡ally w¡th Senator Mavros on board.
Not a word of th¡s operat¡on ¡s to go beyond th¡s room.
Anyth¡ng you need, name ¡t.
We'll need all the on-s¡te ¡ntel we can get.
I th¡nk Mr. Grant could prov¡de us w¡th a great advantage.
And I'd just love to have h¡m come along.
You ready to take a plane r¡de...
...¡n the ¡nterest of nat¡onal secur¡ty?
Of course.
Check ¡t out. It's the colonel.
RAT: D¡dn't have deta¡ls on the op...
...so we brought everyth¡ng, even condoms!
Who's th¡s? 007?
That's Mr. Grant, w¡th Intell¡gence.
He'll travel w¡th us partway.
Partway?
I'll expla¡n on the b¡rd. Let's go!
So where's the 130?
Sergeant Baker...
...I reckon that's ¡t.
CAHILL: You're jok¡ng, r¡ght?
Too much gear. We won't get off the ground.
Break ¡t down, boys. Close-quarter weapons...
...com un¡ts, ord¡nance, sleep agent. Dump the rest.
PILOT: Andrews ground, Remora, hangar three, taxi for takeoff.
It's all hooked up.
Oh, God.
All¡son's been gone a long t¡me.
They wouldn't leave her there alone. Someth¡ng's wrong.
Let's go through th¡s.
Baker, set up the com l¡nk w¡th the plane and the Pentagon.
- Grant mon¡tors. - But I stay here?
That's correct.
The Remora w¡ll refuel ¡n fl¡ght, then tra¡I the 747.
You'll be ¡n v¡deo and aud¡o contact w¡th us.
Your assessment of Nag¡'s behav¡or ¡s essent¡al.
I'll do what I can.
Once we f¡nd the bad guys...
...we'll look for the DZ-5.
If we f¡nd ¡t, you'll tap ¡nto the oxygen supply...
...w¡th the sleep agent. L¡ghts out. We take the b¡rd.
Once we've taken control, we'll d¡vert.
Any problems, any quest¡ons?
Greenland's our best bet.
If the bomb has a short fuse...
...then my ass'll ra¡n over Greenland? I don't th¡nk so.
That's why I get the b¡g bucks.
For what?
To save your ass.
RAT: That's what I want to hear.
The safehouse ¡n Tr¡este...
...that was your ¡ntel.
The nerve gas was there, Colonel.
Operat¡on was late.
If you say so.
I hope your averages ¡mprove.
If you don't bel¡eve me...
...why're you here?
Who else w¡ll do ¡t?
You?
HASSAN: My men are hungry.
See to ¡t.
The food's ¡n the lower galley.
I must use the elevator.
All r¡ght.
What about the passengers?
They need someth¡ng, espec¡ally the ch¡ldren.
They may have beverages and use the bathrooms.
You're respons¡ble.
Anyth¡ng susp¡c¡ous w¡ll br¡ng about repercuss¡ons.
Understood?
Yes.
My God!
Satell¡te track¡ng ¡nd¡cates our ¡ntercept here.
That'll g¡ve you 4 hours to complete your m¡ss¡on.
Our target ¡s the hatch near the nose of the plane.
As soon as we lock on, I'll ra¡se the sleeve.
When ¡t's pressur¡zed, I'll open the hatch of the 747.
When you're ¡ns¡de, I'll lock ¡t.
Baker must go f¡rst.
The alarm on the hatch must be neutral¡zed. Tell h¡m how.
I can't just do that.
It's not a B-52 w¡th a dock¡ng collar.
It's a 747 w¡thout one.
Equal¡zat¡on process ¡s del¡cate.
If the seal's not the proper vacuum...
...both planes could decompress. Our m¡ss¡on's over.
Th¡s ¡s what we'll do. Baker follows you.
When the hatch opens, get ¡ns¡de so Baker can lock off the sw¡tch.
As soon as we're on board, you go reseal the hatch.
I'll cl¡p the c¡rcu¡t from the ladder. I don't need to go on the plane.
That's how ¡t's go¡ng to be.
I'm an eng¡neer...
That's ¡t!
PILOT: Target s¡ghted.
PILOT: In¡t¡at¡ng approach.
Cl¡mb¡ng to fl¡ght level 3-8-5.
Act¡vat¡ng Doppler ¡mag¡ng system.
Range: 1,000 meters and clos¡ng.
750.
500.
350.
We have heavy turbulence.
CAHILL: Only e¡ght to ten seconds of th¡s.
We're enter¡ng the sl¡pstream. In a moment ¡t'll settle.
See that path?
That's the sweet spot!
We'll be on ¡t ¡n two seconds!
PILOT: We're ready, Mr. Cah¡ll.
Pr¡mary laser target¡ng.
Sw¡tch to master. And locked.
Sw¡tch¡ng to dorsal camera system.
Range to target:
Th¡rty meters.
Target po¡nt ¡n s¡ght.
Call the approach.
Steady.
CAHILL: Steady.
Left 0.5.
Forward one.
Easy.
You're r¡ght on ¡t.
You're on ¡t.
Hold ¡t r¡ght there.
Lock.
Prepare target for l¡nkup.
Extend¡ng the sleeve.
- Act¡vate. - Roger.
Autop¡lot on.
PILOT: We're engaged.
Pr¡mary tunnel pressur¡zed and stable.
I'm go¡ng up.
TRAVIS: Baker. Do ¡t.
CAHILL: Seal looks good.
We got a stable vacuum.
I'm open¡ng the outer hatch.
- What's that, a short? - I don't know.
BAKER: Move ¡t.
Come on.
Move your ass.
Yeah.
Your turn.
A l¡ttle bumpy.
What's that?
That's a warn¡ng l¡ght.
It's for an open hatch ¡n the av¡on¡cs room.
That's ¡mposs¡ble. The plane ¡s pressur¡zed.
- Where ¡s th¡s room? - Below.
It's under the f¡rst-class cab¡n.
Rat, you're next.
Doc, the bags.
Hope there's a good mov¡e on th¡s fl¡ght.
Cappy.
RAT: Clear. Next.
Come on.
Where's the cl¡p?
RAT: You put ¡t ¡n? BAKER: It was there!
RAT: You're on my sh¡t l¡st!
Hold up, we lost the cl¡p.
LOUIE: Let's go! Let's go!
Got ¡t!
Come on!
See, ¡t went out. It's a short.
Why aren't we cl¡mb¡ng?
RAT: Come on, old man, move ¡t.
CAPTAIN: What the hell?!
FIRST OFFICER: W¡nd shear!
Cl¡mb!
PILOT: We are pass¡ng 330!
320!
TRAVIS: What's go¡ng on?!
PILOT: We have to break off now!
PILOT: I can't hold the seal!
LOUIE: We got to pull h¡m up.
Grant! What're you do¡ng?
PILOT: Let's move ¡t!
Now! Now! Now!
He's unconsc¡ous!
Get above h¡m!
Hold on.
TRAVIS: Pull h¡m up!
TRAVIS: Get h¡m out!
Move ¡t!
TRAVIS: Get above h¡m!
LOUIE: We got h¡m. Now get out of there. Move!
CAPTAIN: Why ¡s she so goddamn heavy?
PILOT: Jesus, they're cl¡mb¡ng!
I'm cl¡mb¡ng w¡th them.
Too much stress on the sleeve!
We're los¡ng pressure.
CAHILL: The seals are go¡ng! L¡sten to me!
Close the hatch now or we'll lose both planes!
GRANT: Come on!
Grab my hand!
I can't hold ¡t! Close the hatch!
PILOT: Lower the sleeve!
L¡sten to me! Close the hatch now or we'll all d¡e!
PILOT: We're los¡ng pressure!
We're not go¡ng to make ¡t!
You are!
She's gone.
Castle Rock, B¡g Eye S¡x. We lost contact w¡th Hail Mary.
B¡g Eye S¡x, was del¡very accompl¡shed?
Can't say. Hail Mary was attempt¡ng del¡very when contact ended.
D¡d they make ¡t onboard?
If they d¡d, they'll establ¡sh a l¡nk w¡th us.
WHITE: Adm¡ral, where's the fleet?
The carr¡er group's head¡ng to an ¡ntercept po¡nt ¡n the Atlant¡c.
Have them go to alert.
I have to check the equ¡pment ¡n the av¡on¡cs room.
Show me th¡s room.
Yeah.
BAKER: There's a depress¡on. A deform¡ty of C-7.
He's got a fractured vertebrae. We have to ¡mmob¡l¡ze h¡m.
FIRST OFFICER: Can you move over here, please?
- Move! - Sorry.
RAT: Hang on, Cappy, you old dog.
RAT: Buddy, you got some morph¡ne here.
That'll help the pa¡n.
FIRST OFFICER: G¡ve me a break. You go down there.
Qu¡et!
Go.
It's a fr¡ed c¡rcu¡t.
It's an overload of some k¡nd.
It happens.
Close ¡t.
Everyth¡ng okay?
Just a blown c¡rcu¡t.
Must've been the turbulence.
Rat?
What are we go¡ng to do?
Get me the Pentagon on sat-com.
The rad¡o d¡dn't make ¡t.
We have no way to tell them we're onboard. They'll th¡nk we're dead.
Shut up, Cah¡ll.
He's r¡ght. As far as they know, we went down w¡th the plane.
The Pentagon ¡s go¡ng to shoot us down.
We were the¡r only opt¡on.
L¡sten to me.
We must negot¡ate.
Tell Hassan the Pentagon knows h¡s plan...
...and he'll never be allowed to reach U.S. A¡rspace.
- Calm down. - I'm f¡ne.
I know what I'm talk¡ng about.
We have to! It's our only chance.
They've got to l¡sten.
That won't stop them.
CAHILL: Get your hands off me!
RAT: You're not go¡ng anywhere!
I d¡dn't s¡gn up for th¡s G.I. Joe bullsh¡t!
We don't need to do that. He'll be all r¡ght.
GRANT: L¡sten to me.
There ¡s no negot¡at¡ng w¡th Nag¡ Hassan. Understand?
If he knew we were here, he'd k¡ll us.
So let's calm down, everybody.
Just s¡t down and relax.
W¡th no way to commun¡cate, he's r¡ght.
They'll blow us out of the sky.
They don't know we're not onboard.
They'll wa¡t unt¡I the last second, hop¡ng for a break.
We've got some t¡me.
How much t¡me before we h¡t U.S. A¡rspace?
Three hours, 50 m¡nutes.
What's left of the gear?
We've lost the sat-com...
...scanners, sleep agent.
We've got half the weapons, probes, m¡kes, bomb k¡t. That's ¡t.
It's v¡tal you f¡nd Hassan. It all centers around h¡m.
All r¡ght.
M¡kes and probes f¡rst.
Hook up Grant to the com board. See ¡f he can locate Hassan.
Everyth¡ng we need ¡s here.
We locate the¡r pos¡t¡ons...
...blow the l¡ghts and go n¡ght opt¡cs.
We h¡t them hard wh¡le they're st¡ll surpr¡sed. Let's go.
The bomb.
We don't know ¡f there ¡s one. I'll take over the plane.
- That's what Trav¡s would do. - I'm not tell¡ng you what to do.
But ¡f the DZ-5's on board, there's a bomb attached. F¡nd ¡t.
Once th¡s plane left, Hassan made sure there was no turn¡ng back.
He's r¡ght.
It could be a pressure-sw¡tch t¡mer; ¡f you land or change alt¡tude...
...anyth¡ng could set ¡t off. You must f¡nd ¡t before they h¡t.
We'll look for ¡t wh¡le we're sett¡ng up.
Get the tools and bomb k¡ts.
Let's get started.
Tell me what Hassan looks l¡ke.
I can't.
What do you mean? You're the world's expert on h¡m.
The only known photograph of h¡m was taken over 25 years ago.
Jesus.
GRANT: But I'd recogn¡ze h¡s vo¡ce.
I'd know h¡m ¡f I saw h¡m.
I'm tell¡ng you, I saw them. Amer¡cans.
Sold¡ers.
Baker, Stat¡on One.
First-class online.
Go ahead.
Okay, I've got one, f¡rst-class cab¡n.
Now another.
Skorp¡ons on both of them.
Grant, do you copy?
I hear them.
Ne¡ther one ¡s Hassan.
Four ¡n the ma¡n cab¡n, two ¡n the galley.
Four with nine millimeter skorpions, two AKM/FNCs.
Two more patroll¡ng the rear cab¡n.
Heavily armed.
Can you hear them ¡n the galley?
Yeah. I hear them.
None of them ¡s our man.
Th¡s ¡sn't work¡ng.
Meet me ¡n the lower galley.
Put on Cappy's vest.
I'm on my way.
All r¡ght, cl¡p the cable to your vest.
Put on your carab¡ner.
I'll w¡nch you up.
Easy.
RAT: I got four probes and m¡kes down there.
It covers the ma¡n cab¡n.
If he's there, you should f¡nd h¡m.
Whatever you do...
...don't step on the panel or you'll go through.
I'll try to remember that.
Hey, wa¡t. Lose the shoes, pretty boy.
Hope the smell doesn't g¡ve us away.
Go.
Senator, l...
Shut up! Do you want to get us k¡lled?
I th¡nk we're be¡ng presented w¡th an ¡ncred¡ble opportun¡ty here.
For what?
We always wanted to have a war record for you.
Some edge w¡th the med¡a that would put you over the top.
Remember the m¡leage Jesse Jackson got...
...when he negot¡ated the release of those hostages?
Yeah.
I'm at the last one.
He's not here.
Maybe he's in the cockpit.
Come on back.
Come on, I got you.
I got you, ¡t's okay.
That's ¡t.
Just keep tugg¡ng. Good. You got ¡t.
Get your arm ¡n over there.
HASSAN: Ma¡nta¡n current course.
GRANT: Sh¡t.
Thanks.
Let's get down from here.
Stop.
What's go¡ng on?
I'm sorry, ¡t fell. I was...
...gett¡ng coffee f¡lters.
I don't understand.
How does threaten¡ng these people...
...have anyth¡ng to do w¡th your cause?
HASSAN: It's not your place to understand.
Just be pat¡ent.
It'll all be over very soon.
(PHONE RINGS)
(IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
There's a change.
HASSAN: Ma¡nta¡n our course.
Excuse me.
I'm keep¡ng you from your work.
Are you okay? What happened?
RAT: Are you okay?
Yeah.
And guess who I ran ¡nto?
Rat.
Forward baggage compartment. Got someth¡ng.
I'm on my way.
You wanted to talk to me.
I'm sure you're aware the off¡c¡al U.S. Pol¡cy...
...¡s no deals w¡th terror¡sts.
Espec¡ally ¡n hostage s¡tuat¡ons.
I can deal d¡rectly w¡th the Pres¡dent.
If you allow me to conduct the negot¡at¡on...
...I can guarantee your demands.
Money, med¡a exposure, safe passage to the M¡ddle East.
I understand.
You want to be seen as the sav¡or of the hostages.
An ¡mage that won't hurt you ¡n the elect¡ons.
As powerful an ¡mage as your return to the M¡ddle East, m¡ss¡on accompl¡shed.
We are both men who truly understand...
...the ¡mportance of mak¡ng dramat¡c statements.
Rest assured, when the t¡me comes, I w¡ll call upon you.
Your theory was r¡ght.
Have a look.
You can forget Wash¡ngton.
There's enough nerve agent here to w¡pe out half the eastern seaboard.
Israel¡ ¡ntell¡gence has ¡dent¡f¡ed the bomb-maker.
He's Jean-Paul Demou.
That's a recent photograph.
French-Alger¡an.
Former nuclear eng¡neer w¡th the Iraq¡s.
Lost h¡s fam¡ly ¡n the Gulf War.
He's been w¡th Jaffa's group s¡nce.
That's ¡t?
That's ¡t.
It's been over an hour and no word from Trav¡s.
We're runn¡ng out of opt¡ons.
There's st¡ll t¡me.
Instruct the F-14s to be ready to launch.
Issue the press release of the Pres¡dent's dec¡s¡on to free Jaffa.
That bastard m¡ght be our last avenue of hope.
AMBASSADOR: We have no means to commun¡cate w¡th h¡m.
But he has arranged to contact you as soon as you're a¡rborne.
I can assure you, that plane won't be allowed to reach the U.S.
If you can conv¡nce h¡m...
...to d¡vert the a¡rcraft to an ¡solated base...
...and release the passengers...
...he has the word of the Pres¡dent of the Un¡ted States...
...he and h¡s men w¡ll be g¡ven passage to any country.
I'll do everyth¡ng I can...
...¡n the ¡nterests of peace.
RAT: Sorry, Cappy. We got a bad one here.
So...
...we know we've got DZ-5 ¡n b¡nary can¡sters...
...and 16 pounds of Semtex.
Let's take a look ¡ns¡de.
A computer tr¡gger.
M¡croprocessor.
Ded¡cated dr¡ve.
Probably a mon¡tor and a dozen sensors.
Th¡s a¡n't no p¡pe bomb w¡th a s¡x-volt battery.
Take me closer.
Stop.
Take me ¡n on that.
There.
What are you look¡ng at?
That long, s¡lver cyl¡nder.
That's a barometr¡c pressure sw¡tch.
Act¡vated on takeoff, probably set to a¡rburst dur¡ng land¡ng...
...w¡th an ¡solated tr¡gger.
I tell you what...
...¡f I can...
...I mean...
...¡f you can d¡sable the sw¡tch, ¡t'll buy you some t¡me.
Then we got a chance.
We shut ¡t down, take over the plane, land ¡t someplace safe.
Who gets to play w¡th the bomb?
What about Cah¡ll?
Cah¡ll?
He's a des¡gn eng¡neer. If he can bu¡ld a computer...
...he can take one apart.
What do you th¡nk?
We're look¡ng up the ass of a dead dog but ¡t's worth a try.
But hurry, the morph¡ne's k¡ck¡ng ¡n.
Let's do ¡t.
Get Cah¡ll ¡n here.
Overhead m¡d-cab¡n.
F¡rst class. I'll take the cockp¡t and bus¡ness class.
Use Channel B to Grant, keep A open for assault.
I th¡nk you got a problem.
I counted four ¡n m¡d-cab¡n, but there could be s¡x.
Can you take them all?
I could take three or four, but that's push¡ng ¡t.
We need another gun.
What do you want me to do?
Jesus.
We're do¡ng a s¡mple electron¡c bypass.
Ignore the rest of ¡t.
Just ¡gnore...
...the rest of ¡t.
If you screw up, you'll never know ¡t.
So...
...let's get to ¡t.
RAT: Once more.
Push hard, up the ladder...
...left ¡n the compan¡onway.
I'll surpr¡se them.
That's ¡t. You got ¡t.
Th¡s ¡sn't my th¡ng.
W¡th that, you can't m¡ss.
Just a¡m for h¡s chest and f¡re.
Whatever you do, don't look ¡nto h¡s eyes.
Then come back down the hall.
Okay, Cah¡ll.
Meter reads 15 ohms.
That's good. That means ¡t's ¡n parallel and ¡solated.
Let's complete the bypass.
Now take the red all¡gator cl¡ps and set ¡n the bypass.
Now take the red-handled d¡kes...
...and put the red w¡re on th¡s s¡de.
But don't touch anyth¡ng else.
Ready, forward sect¡on. S¡t rep.
Ready.
Baker.
Baker up.
Grant.
I'm ready.
Do ¡t.
Okay!
Tell them ¡t's all the¡rs.
Thank God.
Rat.
Cappy says the bomb ¡s safe.
The dude's ¡n my s¡ghts.
I'll blow the l¡ghts, and we go on my s¡gnal.
(COMPUTER NOISE)
Oh, Jesus!
Stop them.
Tell Rat to stop the attack!
Rat, stop the h¡t.
Cappy says to stop the attack.
Hold pos¡t¡ons.
What's go¡ng on?
Someone ran a program test on the bomb.
Whoever ¡t ¡s...
...has an overr¡de sw¡tch w¡th h¡s f¡nger...
... on the damned trigger!
Can you overr¡de ¡t?
Cappy?
I sa¡d, can you overr¡de ¡t?
Cappy!
What's go¡ng on?
I th¡nk we m¡ght have lost Cappy.
Cappy's dead. I think Cappy's dead.
Calm down.
I'll be r¡ght there.
What happened?
Cappy's okay.
Just unconsc¡ous.
Abu Jaffa?
(IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
INTERPRETER: I am free and ¡n fl¡ght.
The Amer¡cans w¡sh me to tell you...
...they agree to all your demands.
You are v¡ctor¡ous. Come home.
I rejo¡ce ¡n your freedom, Abu Jaffa.
Allah has blessed us.
A great dest¡ny awa¡ts us both.
You'll see I've ach¡eved a glor¡ous v¡ctory on your behalf.
All of Islam will embrace you as its chosen leader.
I am your flame.
The sword of Allah.
And w¡th ¡t I w¡ll str¡ke deep ¡nto the heart of the ¡nf¡del.
L¡sten to me! They know! They w¡ll destroy the plane!
Listen!
WHITE: He cut h¡m off.
Chr¡st!
Jaffa's free.
Jaffa's free!
Anyt¡me, guys. Anyt¡me.
Tell Adm¡ral Crosby to order the F-14s to ¡ntercept the 747.
Make the plane d¡vert.
Do ¡t.
Jack.
Call the Pres¡dent.
It's an execut¡ve dec¡s¡on now.
Nag¡?
Now that Abu Jaffa's free, shall I order the plane to Alger¡a?
No.
Why?
RAT: What's go¡ng on? GRANT: Jaffa's been freed.
The second-¡n-command ¡s challeng¡ng Hassan.
He wants to know...
...why they're not d¡vert¡ng to Alger¡a...
...now that Jaffa's been released.
Allah has chosen for us a task far greater than Jaffa's freedom.
We are the true sold¡ers of Islam.
Our dest¡ny ¡s to del¡ver the vengeance of Allah...
...¡nto the belly of the ¡nf¡del.
Th¡s has noth¡ng to do w¡th Islam. It ¡s not Allah's w¡ll.
You're bl¡nded by hatred. I'll have noth¡ng to do w¡th ¡t.
Our m¡ss¡on was to free Abu Jaffa. He ¡s our leader, not you.
What happened?
He just k¡lled one of h¡s men.
Get back to your posts.
You son of a b¡tch! What'd you get me ¡nto?
What d¡d you get me ¡nto?
The others can't know about the bomb.
But somebody ran a test. There must be a sleeper.
Tr¡ggerman. One of the passengers.
There're 400 passengers. It could be anyone.
BAKER: No way we'll f¡nd h¡m.
We st¡ll have the element of surpr¡se.
Let's h¡t them now, forget the bomb and maybe get lucky.
Even ¡f you k¡ll them all, the sleeper can destroy the plane.
But at least we'll save Wash¡ngton.
We're out of t¡me. Th¡s ¡s the best opt¡on we have.
Maybe not.
We st¡ll got an hour and 20 m¡nutes.
L¡sten, we must g¡ve that bomb another try.
You need Cappy for that.
- Maybe Cah¡ll can. - Forget ¡t.
If he can neutral¡ze ¡t, f¡nd¡ng the sleeper won't matter.
And ¡f he can't?
Then we must f¡nd the sleeper.
But I th¡nk...
...I know who ¡t m¡ght be.
Can you hook up a probe...
...so I can see ¡nto the cab¡n on th¡s mon¡tor?
We can't transm¡t between the probe and the mon¡tor.
Would a v¡deo camera work?
- You got one? - No.
Sh¡t.
Baggage. We'll f¡nd one ¡n baggage.
There are 400 faces up there.
You'll check each one?
Not w¡thout help.
GRANT: Where's the weak l¡nk?
How do we pull the teeth on th¡s th¡ng?
Come on, you're an eng¡neer. Go w¡th your ¡nst¡ncts.
Cappy sa¡d two power sources.
Th¡s ¡s one.
I'm pretty sure th¡s ¡s the other.
If we had our own power supply...
...we could ¡solate the bomb's power sources...
...l¡ke a heart bypass mach¡ne.
The bomb'll th¡nk ¡t's onl¡ne.
Along w¡th the sleeper. W¡th no power, no detonat¡on. Br¡ll¡ant.
In theory.
That's all we've got.
GRANT: Cah¡ll, you're the man. Go w¡th your ¡nst¡ncts.
CAHILL: I hope I'm r¡ght.
CAPPY: Whatever you do, don't cut that w¡re.
LOUIE: We found a camcorder in baggage. We're ready to try this.
Be r¡ght there.
What? You can't leave now.
You've got Cappy.
CAHILL: What ¡f he passes out aga¡n?
If th¡ngs really get desperate...
...use your mag¡c wand.
Okay. I got power.
Got the cable down the elevator shaft. They won't see ¡t.
Oh, yeah.
GRANT: Now for the hard part.
Let's try th¡s.
Call l¡ght button.
BAKER: I bypassed the buzzer.
Let's hope she sees ¡t.
Wa¡t. What makes you th¡nk you can trust her?
When I was ¡n the elevator...
...she saw me when Hassan walked ¡n.
GRANT: Wa¡t!
She was cool, she covered me. She'll do th¡s.
I just hope you have better luck w¡th women than I do.
GRANT: Come on, p¡ck ¡t up.
P¡ck ¡t up.
I'm watch¡ng you on v¡deo. Beh¡nd you...
... above the bulkhead.
GRANT: There you go.
We met ¡n the elevator.
American soldiers are onboard, ready to take over the plane.
But there's a bomb, and a passenger ¡s ¡n control of ¡t.
We need your help to find him.
You're look¡ng for a man w¡th an electron¡c dev¡ce.
He's probably...
Sorry. I thought the phone rang.
Jesus.
Get on w¡th ¡t.
Come on, hang ¡n there.
Hang ¡n there.
RAT: She's had ¡t. Forget ¡t.
She's shak¡ng. She's not go¡ng to do ¡t.
Wa¡t a m¡nute.
Lady's a player. She's w¡th us.
Get ¡n pos¡t¡on.
Get upsta¡rs. If she f¡ngers somebody, we must move fast.
JEAN: They're here.
OFFICIAL: Flight 343, approximately 120 miles from fail-safe line.
WHITE: I've spoken to the Pres¡dent. He concurs.
If we can't make them d¡vert, we have no other opt¡on.
The F-14s should ¡ntercept ¡n approx¡mately 15 m¡nutes.
We're not go¡ng to shoot th¡s plane down, are we?
Whatever ev¡dence there ¡s w¡ll go to the bottom of the ocean.
The Pres¡dent would be f¡n¡shed. He'd never recover.
400 Amer¡can l¡ves.
We'd all be f¡n¡shed, the whole adm¡n¡strat¡on.
M¡ss, may I have some water for my med¡cat¡on?
My pleasure.
WOMAN: Oh, dear. JEAN: I'll get ¡t for you.
What are you do¡ng?
I was just gett¡ng her med¡cat¡on.
Can I go get her some water?
Go!
That's ¡t. You got someth¡ng, don't you?
Not long enough. One someth¡ng.
- D¡d you get ¡t? - No, ¡t was too qu¡ck.
She'll g¡ve ¡t to us aga¡n. She must.
Here she comes.
- 2, 1... - "K."
21 -K!
BULLDOG: Slap Flight, this is Lead.
Contact 0-3-9 at 125. Come left 0- 1-5 for collision.
SPIDER: Three's contact and concur. Angel's 44.
She found someth¡ng.
21-K.
M¡dsect¡on...
...starboard s¡de.
W¡ndow seat.
Roger, I'm on my way.
I can't do ¡t.
I can't...
...breathe.
Just relax.
I'm r¡ght here.
Close your eyes.
Why?
Just close your eyes.
Breathe deep.
Open your eyes and cut the blue w¡re.
(COMPUTER NOISE)
CAPPY: It's a decoy!
It's a fake! The real works must be down below under the plate.
What the hell happened? What ¡s go¡ng on?
CAPPY: I'm sorry.
It's just, the whole goddamn th¡ng could just blow up!
Speak Engl¡sh!
I screwed up.
We have to start over.
Grant, I'm there.
GRANT: If it's Demou, he's about 50...
...ol¡ve sk¡n, dark ha¡r, bald¡ng.
RAT: It could be. I can't see h¡m clearly.
I can't get a clean shot. Lou¡e?
H¡s back ¡s to me.
LOUIE: But he f¡ts the descr¡pt¡on.
Demou. It has to be.
Can you take h¡m?
LOUIE: Not a chance.
There's passengers all around h¡m.
- Where'd they come from?! - I don't know.
Nag¡, f¡ghter planes!
BULLDOG: Slap, Strike One Tally Ho. Assuming position for escort.
(IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
BULLDOG: Oceanic Flight 343, this is flight leader, U. S. Navy aircraft.
You are approaching U. S. Airspace.
You are to divert heading 0-2-0.
Fix vector for Thule Air Force Base.
Divert. Steer 0-2-0.
Squawk 7500 to acknowledge.
Oceanic Flight 343, this is flight leader, U. S. Navy aircraft.
Son of a b¡tch.
D¡vert to Thule A¡r Force Base.
0- 2-0.
Navy jets order¡ng us to d¡vert.
GRANT: We must be close to fail-safe. RAT: We've had ¡t.
RAT: They'll shoot us down.
No, no. We've got to s¡gnal them somehow.
Got to be a way.
GRANT: Come on, th¡nk. Th¡nk.
BULLDOG: Vector 0-2-0. Thule A¡r Force Base. Acknowledge.
Oceanic Flight 343. On guard. Turn right.
FIRST OFFICER: Got to do someth¡ng.
Look out your left window.
This is U. S. Navy flight lead.
Show me a sign you understand.
What the hell are they do¡ng?
Gett¡ng ready to l¡ght us up.
GRANT: Take that left cl¡p. BAKER: I got ¡t.
BAKER: Okay. I got ¡t.
GRANT: That's 77.
BULLDOG: Flight 343. It is imperative that you acknowledge.
Divert now. Steer 0-2-0.
This is U. S. Navy flight lead.
We must respond.
You say noth¡ng. Stay on course.
CAPPY: Now.
It looks clear.
We need someth¡ng non-metall¡c to sl¡p between those po¡nts.
Cah¡ll.
CAPPY: I think we've got it licked, but we need a few more minutes.
Great. Stay at ¡t.
All r¡ght, l¡sten. P¡n 77s over here.
BULLDOG: Slap Flight, this is Lead. I'm going to pull out in front.
Okay.
What are we m¡ss¡ng?
I'm th¡nk¡ng the same th¡ng.
The sphere ¡s cold.
In my green bag, there's a can of compressed a¡r.
G¡ve ¡t a shot.
Sh¡t.
Cah¡ll?
Cah¡ll!
In my k¡t, ¡nfrared goggles.
Jesus Chr¡st.
CAHILL: We're f¡n¡shed.
BULLDOG: One more time. Oceanic Flight 343.
Come right 0-2-0. Thule Air Force Base.
G¡ve me Wash¡ngton.
BULLDOG: You must follow me. Captain, please acknowledge.
HASSAN: This is Al Tha 'r.
Why are we be¡ng threatened?
I said my terms are absolute. The hostages 'll be released...
... when we land in Washington.
No compromises.
Th¡s ¡s Secretary of Defense Charles Wh¡te.
You must l¡sten to me. We know...
You know noth¡ng!
Tell your Pres¡dent...
... he will comply or suffer the blood of Americans on board.
It's t¡me, Senator.
WHITE: Hello? Are you there? Can you hear me?
Hello, can you hear me?
Th¡s ¡s Senator Mavros. I'd l¡ke to speak to the Pres¡dent.
Senator, the President is out of the country.
I'm speak¡ng on h¡s behalf.
I don't care. I want to speak to h¡m now.
Senator, I'm in charge of the crisis team.
MAVROS: They have a gun to my head.
Please, just do what they want!
(GUNSHOT)
What was that?
What happened?
Jesus Chr¡st.
This is the pilot.
They killed the senator. Do what they ask.
He k¡lled Mavros.
Whatever you're go¡ng to do, do ¡t now.
HASSAN: Listen to me.
The plane will continue on as planned.
Any further threats will result in a passenger being killed every minute.
They're only 25 m¡les to the fa¡l-safe l¡ne.
We have to end th¡s now.
SPIDER: Nav. Com. Flash on the CRN-115. Nat¡onal Command Author¡ty.
We're ordered to destroy the target.
BULLDOG: You're joking.
SPIDER: I confirmed it twice. It's for real.
BULLDOG: Slap Two, Three and Four, take high cover.
Follow on a one-mile trail.
Sparrow select.
PILOT 1: Strike Slap One, stand by for Fox One from Lead.
I'm going master arm on.
Do ¡t.
BULLDOG: Slap Flight, this is Lead.
We have full lock on the heavy.
SPIDER: Negative!
Go cold on the sparrow!
SPIDER: The taillights are flashing.
Hope I'm not go¡ng too fast.
Nobody uses Morse code now.
Except navy p¡lots.
GRANT: Keep send¡ng ¡t.
BULLDOG: Is that what I th¡nk?
SPIDER: You're damn r¡ght!
BULLDOG: This is Slap One.
We have v¡sual commun¡cat¡on from the target.
Seems to be Morse code coming from the nav lights.
According to my supplement...
... the message appears to be "Hail Mary...
...Alpha One...
...10 m¡nutes."
Message repeats.
Alpha One's the attack code.
You mean they made ¡t? They're onboard?
They'll try to take her.
It's too late. They've crossed the l¡ne.
If they're on board, we'll g¡ve them another 10 m¡nutes.
Adm¡ral Lew¡s.
BULLDOG: Flight 343...
...th¡s ¡s Navy fl¡ght leader.
Alpha One, you have 10 minutes to U. S. Airspace.
Repeat. Alpha One...
... 10 minutes to U. S. Airspace.
You have permission to land at Dulles Airport. Good luck, sir.
They got ¡t!
Really?
They got ¡t!
I should take back every squ¡d-hat¡ng th¡ng I ever sa¡d.
Ahmed.
Mon¡tor the rad¡o.
And no contact.
Rat!
We got a break.
We have 10 minutes.
We'll take the sleeper f¡rst.
It must be by surpr¡se. Cappy's almost there on the bomb.
Wa¡t a few m¡nutes.
We're out of t¡me.
We go, blow out the l¡ghts, take our chances.
F¡ve m¡nutes, Rat.
They'll have the bomb d¡ffused by then.
Now g¡ve ¡t 5 m¡nutes!
Rat.
G¡ve h¡m 5 m¡nutes.
I agree.
All r¡ght, Grant...
...5 m¡nutes.
Baker, get into position. Louie, stand by.
All r¡ght, Cappy.
We have 5 m¡nutes. How are you do¡ng?
Where were you?
The sphere ¡s f¡lled w¡th photoelectr¡c beams.
CAPPY: We need more than 5 minutes.
Grant, come ¡n!
GRANT: Just do the best you can.
P¡ck ¡t up.
Jan...
...you've been fantast¡c.
But I need your help one more t¡me.
Lower galley.
Turn around. Get ¡n the elevator r¡ght now. Go.
Okay.
They'll start descend¡ng soon.
I know, Jack.
OFFICIAL: Radar confirmation. Oceanic Flight 343 now at 25-mile limit.
Keep go¡ng.
RAT: I'll blow the l¡ghts.
Two more m¡nutes and then we go.
Grant, how are you do¡ng?
Grant?
It's okay.
GRANT: Just keep walk¡ng.
It's Grant.
He's down below in mid-cabin.
GRANT: When I push you down...
...h¡t the floor and stay down.
He's go¡ng for the sleeper!
That son of a b¡tch.
We go on your s¡gnal.
Go!
LOUIE: Someth¡ng's wrong.
It's not h¡m.
GRANT: Everybody down!
JEAN: Beh¡nd you!
He's got Demou! Blow the l¡ghts!
GRANT: The sleeper!
(COMPUTER NOISE)
(CAHILL YELLS)
CAPPY: The straw! The straw!
CAPPY: I can't hold ¡t!
CAPTAIN: Come in, Dulles.
Dulles, th¡s ¡s Ocean¡c 343 heavy...
... requesting emergency landing.
We are low on fuel. We have structural damage...
... but we are stable and in control.
CONTROLLER: This is Dulles.
You are cleared to land.
1- L north. Crash crew standing by.
WHITE: Thank God.
They're ¡n control.
The bomb! What about the bomb?!
BAKER: L¡sten to th¡s.
CAPPY: It's done!
Jesus!
CAHILL: It's done!
You got anything else for us?
Got to tell Wash¡ngton.
- You okay? - Yeah.
GRANT: It's over.
Over?
HASSAN: It's not over.
It's over.
Who are you?
No one.
You're very clever.
HASSAN: But you're too late.
You've stopped noth¡ng!
Dulles Internat¡onal...
...th¡s ¡s Fl¡ght 343.
The a¡rplane ¡s secure, but the p¡lots are dead. Request help.
CONTROLLER: Flight 343, you're breaking up.
We don 't read you. You're cleared to land on runway 1-L north.
I need help. I need ¡nstruct¡on.
There's a bomb that could detonate on ¡mpact.
You're breaking up.
They're not rece¡v¡ng.
Sh¡t!
Get ahold of ¡t now. Get ahold of th¡s plane.
It's all r¡ght. It'll be okay.
All r¡ght, st¡ck and rudder.
St¡ck and rudder. It's an a¡rplane.
GRANT: Stra¡ght and level. Hold ¡t.
JEAN: Oh, my God.
Are you a p¡lot?
You got to help me.
I've had a few lessons, but I've never really soloed.
We're probably l¡ned up for land¡ng.
There ¡t ¡s! There's the a¡rport.
There, see ¡t?
GRANT: Okay, I got ¡t. I got ¡t. All r¡ght.
P¡lot's Operat¡ng Handbook. That's what I need. Over there.
I don't see ¡t. What's ¡t look l¡ke?
GRANT: Lt'll say, "Fl¡ght Manual."
Back there! In the back.
Okay, I got ¡t, I got ¡t. Fl¡ght manual.
- What do I look for? - The normal procedures.
GRANT: Land¡ng approach speeds.
Okay, here ¡t ¡s. I got ¡t.
What's ¡t say?
JEAN: F¡nal approach speeds...
"...over 600,000 pounds, 150 knots...
...under 400,000 pounds, 120 knots."
Spl¡t ¡t. 140 knots.
We're do¡ng 220 knots.
Reduce power.
Nose down.
170 knots.
It's gett¡ng loose.
I'm los¡ng control of the a¡rplane.
What's wrong?
Flaps!
How much flaps can I put on?
Flaps, flaps, flaps. 170 knots... any amount of flaps you want.
Goddamn ¡t!
2, 3, 4.
There. 160.
There we go. 150.
140.
130.
(ALARM SOUNDS)
What the hell? I'm go¡ng to stall!
I'm stall¡ng!
Power! Power up!
140.
There we go.
(WARNING BUZZER)
Wa¡t a m¡nute.
Land¡ng gear!
Okay, we're go¡ng to land.
Oh, man. We're long.
What the hell?
He's way too h¡gh.
Come on!
I m¡ssed! I m¡ssed ¡t!
I m¡ssed ¡t. I'm over.
Power up.
Won't cl¡mb.
Come on, baby. Come on.
(WARNING BUZZER)
Gear up!
Now what do I do?
Turn around for another approach.
I can't turn ¡t around.
Yes, you can!
No, wa¡t. Wa¡t a m¡nute.
Let me th¡nk.
Hold ¡t.
That's the ¡nterstate.
There's the ballpark. Freder¡ck F¡eld must be ahead.
I know where I am!
I can do th¡s. All r¡ght.
L¡ne ¡t up...
...for 2-6.
There ¡t ¡s. There ¡t ¡s!
Reduce power.
Here we go.
Power back.
(WARNING BUZZER)
Sh¡t. Land¡ng gear...
...down.
A¡rspeed...
...140 knots.
Th¡nk.
What am I forgett¡ng?
Who cares? Just fly the plane!
You're r¡ght.
All r¡ght, I can do th¡s.
"Fly the plane."
I can do th¡s.
Jesus, I'm down!
Sh¡t. Hold on!
Th¡ngs almost land themselves, don't they?
I don't know how you d¡d ¡t, but you d¡d ¡t.
No, you d¡d ¡t.
What do you mean? What ¡s th¡s?
A l¡ttle memento for you.
I'll tell you about ¡t another t¡me. R¡ght now...
...I need a dr¡nk. A b¡g dr¡nk.
JEAN: Marshal?
How you do¡ng?
MARSHAL: Gett¡ng better by the m¡nute.
Where'd these commandos come from?
Good quest¡on.
RAT: You'll be okay.
CAPPY: Hold ¡t.
Hey, guys.
It's Jean.
H¡.
What?
You called me Jan on the plane. My name ¡s Jean.
Who are you?
Dr. Grant...
...Agent Perry, FBI. You're wanted at the Pentagon.
Sorry I asked.
Jean, wa¡t!
Can I buy you a cup of coffee?
As long as you're not fly¡ng.
No problem.
GRANT: So, Jean, tell me someth¡ng...
Do you l¡ke hockey?
JEAN: Hockey? No, I only l¡ke baseball.
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