Are you all right?
Forget him. Clear the room!
Clear.
It's empty.
Colonel Travis, we've secured the building.
But...
Collins took one, sir.
He's dead.
Clear to land. 2-Tango-Sierra.
We're clear to land.
What else?
I got an eight-knot crosswind coming from the right.
Are you lined up?
I've got the ballpark on the left and there's the interstate.
And runway 26. And I got 260 on the D.G.
Undercarriage.
Coming out.
Good.
It's down and locked.
Anything else?
I don't know. What am I forgetting?
Nothing.
Just relax and fly the airplane.
Very nice touch down, David. Very smooth.
You've got this wired.
I don't know about that.
Stop. You are more than ready. You've been ready for weeks.
It's time to cut the umbilical cord.
- Are you sure about this? - Come on.
I wouldn't let you go otherwise.
Okay, quick, before I change my mind.
Okay, solo time. Just remember...
Keep it simple. Stick and rudder.
Relax and fly the plane.
Got it.
Take it easy.
God, why am I doing this?
Phone!
It's happened!
According to informed sources...
...El-Sayed Jaffa, a feared and wanted terrorist...
...was abducted yesterday afternoon...
...while secretly attending his daughter's wedding.
He was handed over to U.S. Authorities...
...arrested, and taken to a warship in the Mediterranean.
Wire Service Intel reports:
No one's answering our description of Nagi Hassan as one of the casualties.
There's no indication he was even there.
He was there.
I admit, you called this one right.
Half the Middle East is backing Cyprus, if only in principle.
We wanted him, and now we got him.
And all the baggage that goes with him.
Until this is resolved, Jaffa will remain in U.S. Custody...
...an inglorious end to 15 years of unrestrained world terrorism.
Oceanic Flight 343 from Athens to Dulles, Washington...
...is now boarding at gate 13.
Welcome aboard.
Third seat on the right.
Is that...?
In the flesh.
Roger, Athens, understand cleared as filed. 2-8-0 after takeoff.
Would you like some champagne?
Let me help you.
There you go.
Stupid woman.
I'm sorry.
I didn't do it on purpose.
We hope you have a pleasant flight. Thank you for choosing Oceanic.
Flight Attendants, do we have the signal for departure?
Cabin Crew, doors to automatic.
Here we go.
Excuse me, sir. May I help you?
Sir?
Excuse me, sir.
May I help you?
Listen to the sound of Al Tha'r!
This is your captain.
You may remove your seat belts and feel free to roam about the cabin.
However, when you're seated, do what we do...
...leave your seat belt on for safety.
I see you've got the usual load. Who is it this time?
It's my brother's twins.
Their birthday's next week.
Have a pleasant flight. Thank you.
And...
Me?
Go on. Open it.
Oh, Jeannie.
It's for the ring.
I'm going in the pit. See you.
All right.
What?!
Maintain course.
Jesus!
Reduce your airspeed.
Careful.
I am a pilot.
You witnessed Al Tha'r's conviction.
I have a message for the President. I am in control of Flight 343.
Sit down!
Sit Down! Sit! Sit! Nobody moves!
Nobody!
Quiet! Quiet!
Sit down!
Get up!
Take her.
Calm down!
It's over!
All right, it's over.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
You look like you could use this.
David Grant.
Michelle Thomas.
- You like hockey? - Love it.
I got tickets to the Caps...
You have an urgent phone call.
I'll be right back.
Come on!
Sit down! Sit! Sit!
I want the attention of everyone on board.
Listen carefully.
You are to remain in your seats with your belts fastened.
Do as you're told...
...and there will be no need for further violence.
Where's the passenger list?
I destroyed it.
You destroyed it?
To protect the passengers?
Or someone else?
That was a very brave thing to do...
...and totally unnecessary.
Here's the data you wanted. Sorry to spoil your evening.
That makes two of us.
It's him, no doubt.
One is a recording, the other is live.
This doesn't make sense.
What the hell is he up to?
General Wood called. Briefing with the Crisis Team, 6:00 in the Situation Room.
Pentagon?
Welcome to the big leagues.
Sec. Defense White is running the show in the President's absence.
- Got anything I can wear? - T-shirt?
A jog bra and a pair of running shorts.
Thanks anyway.
Keep at it, guys.
Don't forget this is a think tank.
They pay us to think.
By the way...
...who heads the anti-terrorist unit?
Colonel Austin Travis.
Special Forces Command.
You know him?
Jesus!
They said it was "'come-as-you-are."'
Excuse me.
This was recorded from the plane...
...shortly after the bombing.
This is Al Tha'r. I have a message for the President.
The London bombing indicates my resolve.
I am in control of Flight 343.
This plane and its passengers shall remain in my custody...
...until Abu Jaffa, criminally held...
...is released from captivity.
Follow my instructions precisely.
No theater. No negotiation.
El-Sayed Jaffa will be released, taken to Gatwick Airport...
...where a jet will be cleared to land, then allowed to leave with him.
Upon the release of our leader, Flight 343 will go to Washington...
...where half the passengers will be exchanged for fuel...
...and 50 million in gold bullion.
Abu Jaffa must be airborne and in communication with me by 6 a. M...
...or London will suffer a punishment on your behalf...
...that will make today's bombing pale in comparison.
Mr. Grant.
This man...
...AI Tha'r, who is he?
Voice print analysis confirms that it's Nagi Hassan...
...Jaffa's deputy director.
He's an extremist, take him at his word.
He's not bluffing.
Thank you.
Any other comments?
It seems that our first posture must be one of containment.
You mean acquiesce to Nagi's demands?
I don't see the President has any other choice. London is demanding action.
I agree.
I hate the idea of conceding anything to that bastard, but...
...we must get him on the ground. Then we'll have some options.
Travis and his team will respond once the plane is at Dulles.
It means shutting it down, re-routing all traffic...
...full military control of the area.
Secretary White...
...excuse me, gentlemen...
...I don't believe we can allow that plane to land...
...or even enter U.S. Airspace.
What do you mean?
I don't think this is about hostages.
I think it's about a man planning a major strike against us.
You'd better explain yourself.
Our research leads me to believe...
...that due to his internal political situation, it was Nagi Hassan...
...who planned Jaffa's abduction.
Go on.
Six months ago, a shipment of nerve toxin DZ-5 was hijacked...
...in transit from Russia to Germany. We're certain the Chechen Mafia did it.
But recent attempts to recover the nerve gas have failed.
A few days ago, rumors surfaced that the DZ-5...
...was in the hands of Asmed Rhasjami.
This is the prick who sent us on a wild goose chase.
A known supplier of arms and explosives to Jaffa's group.
Mr. Grant...
...are you saying the nerve gas is on board?
Yes, sir, I am.
It's my opinion that Hassan is planning to use it and the airplane as a weapon.
A sort of poor man's atomic bomb...
...to be detonated here, over Washington.
How much of this DZ-5 might he have?
I can't be exact there, sir...
...but I can tell you this:
If this were DZ-5...
...that drop...
...would be more than enough to kill every man in this room.
The name he's using, "'AI Tha'r"'...
...in ancient Arabic means "'revenge."'
Welcome aboard, Senator Mavros.
The press thinks you could be the next president.
It's an honor to have you with us.
The plane'll be here in eight hours.
The President has two options:
Disregard Mr. Grant's theory, and let the plane come to the United States...
...or destroy it before it gets here...
...along with 406 passengers.
Even if we're right...
...how could we prove it?
Colonel, if you have an opinion, let's hear it.
Mr. Secretary, there is another option.
It's a Hail Mary pass, but...
Colonel, tell him what you need.
There's a man named Dennis Cahill who's an engineer for ARPA.
I think he could help. If we called him...
...he can tell you what I have in mind.
Remora was developed by ARPA for the space program...
...for supersonic low-orbit linkups with the shuttle.
It was never implemented but has since been modified by the Air Force...
...to study transferring bomber crews at altitude...
...as well as other...
...contingencies.
We've had six actual hookups, all successful.
But this is a civilian airliner.
Mr. Cahill...
...do you mean Remora could work in this situation, with a 747?
Obviously, this application was never intended for a civilian airliner.
However, smooth-surface mating tests...
...are successful in wind tunnels.
A wind tunnel.
I know you wrote the book on assaulting hijacked aircraft...
...but this is five miles above earth.
Under the circumstances I don't think we have any other options.
It's your call.
We must be airborne in an hour, six men. I'll need Mr. Cahill...
...to supervise the linkup.
Mr. Cahill...
...I need you and the Remora ready in an hour.
The press is already in a feeding frenzy about the hijacking.
Especially with Senator Mavros on board.
Not a word of this operation is to go beyond this room.
Anything you need, name it.
We'll need all the on-site Intel we can get.
And I think that Mr. Grant could provide us with a great advantage.
And I'd just love to have him come along.
Will you take a plane ride in the interest of national security?
Of course.
Check it out. It's the Colonel.
Didn't have the details on the op, so we brought everything, even condoms!
Who's this? 007?
That's Mr. Grant, Intelligence. He'll travel with us part of the way.
Part way?
I'll explain on the bird. Let's go!
So, where's the 130?
Sergeant Baker...
...I reckon that's it.
You're joking, right?
Too much gear. We won't get off the ground.
Got you.
Break it down, boys.
Com units, ordinance, sleep agent, dump the rest.
Andrew ground, Remora Hotel Mike, hangar three, taxi for takeoff.
It's all hooked up.
Oh, God.
Allison's been gone a long time.
They wouldn't leave her down there alone.
Something's wrong.
Let's go through this.
Baker, set up the com link with the plane and the Pentagon.
You monitor.
But I stay on this plane?
That's correct.
The Remora will refuel in flight then trail behind the 747.
You'll be in video and audio contact with us.
Your assessment of Nagi's behavior is essential.
I'll do what I can.
Once we find the bad guys...
...we'll look for the DZ-5.
If we find it, you'll tap into the oxygen supply...
...with the sleep agent, it's lights out. We take the bird.
Once we've taken control of the bird, we'll divert.
Any problems, any questions?
Greenland's our best bet.
What if the bomb has a short fuse?
My ass'll be raining all over Greenland. I don't think so.
That's why I get big bucks.
For what?
To save your ass.
That's what I want to hear.
The safehouse in Trieste...
...that was your Intel.
The nerve gas was there.
Operation was late.
If you say so.
I hope your averages improve.
If you don't believe me...
...why're you here?
Who else will do it?
You?
My men are hungry.
See to it.
The food's in the lower galley. I must use the elevator.
All right.
What about the passengers?
They need something, especially the children.
Very well. They may have beverages and use the bathrooms.
But you're responsible.
Anything suspicious will bring about repercussions.
Understood?
Yes.
My God!
Satellite tracking indicates our intercept... here.
That should give you 4 hours to complete your mission.
Our target is the hatch near the nose of the plane.
As soon as we're locked into position, I'll raise the sleeve.
When it's pressurized, I'll open the hatch of the 747.
I'll lock it when you're inside.
Baker must go first.
The alarm switch on the hatch must be neutralized. Tell him the procedure.
I can't just do that.
It's not a B-52 with a docking collar.
It's a 747 without one.
Equalization process is delicate.
If the seal's not at the proper vacuum, both planes could decompress.
This is what we'll do.
Baker will follow you.
When the hatch is open, haul ass inside so Baker can lock off that switch.
As soon as we're on board, you can go down and reseal the hatch.
I'll clip your circuit for you from the ladder, and not go in the plane.
That's how it's going to be.
You don't understand...
That's it!
Target sighted.
Initiating approach.
Climbing to flight level 3-8-5.
Activating Doppler imaging system.
Range: 1,000 meters and closing.
750.
500.
350.
We have heavy turbulence.
Only eight to ten seconds of this.
We're entering the slipstream. In a moment it'll settle.
See that path?
That's the sweet spot!
We'll be on it in two seconds!
We're ready, Mr. Cahill.
Primary laser targeting.
Switch to master. And locked.
Switching to dorsal camera system.
Range to target:
Thirty meters.
Target point in sight.
Call the approach.
Steady.
Left 0.5.
Forward one.
Easy.
You're right on it.
You're on it.
Hold it, right there.
Lock.
Prepare target for linkup.
Extending the sleeve.
Activate.
Roger.
Auto pilot on.
We're engaged.
Primary tunnel pressurized and stable.
I'm going up.
Do it.
Seal looks good.
We got a stable vacuum.
I'm opening the outer hatch.
- What's that, a short? - I don't know.
Move it.
Come on.
Move your ass.
Your turn.
Sir.
A little bumpy.
What's that?
That's a warning light.
It's for an open outer hatch in the Avionics Room.
It's impossible. The plane is pressurized.
Where is this room?
It's under the first-class cabin.
Rat, you're next.
Doc, the bags.
Hope they have a good movie.
Cappy.
Clear. Next.
Come on.
Where's the clip?
- You put it in? - It was there!
You're on my shit list!
Hold up, we lost the clip.
Let's go! Let's go!
Got it!
Come on!
See, it went out.
It's a short.
Why aren't we climbing?
Come on, old man, move it.
What the hell?!
Wind shear!
Climb!
We are passing 330!
320!
What's going on?!
We have to break off now!
I can't hold the seal!
We got to pull him up.
What're you doing?
Let's move it!
Now! Now! Now!
He's unconscious!
Get above him!
Hold on.
Pull him up!
Get him out!
Move it!
Get above him!
We got him. Now get out of there. Move.
Why is she so goddamn heavy?
Jesus, they're climbing!
I'm climbing with them.
Too much stress on the sleeve!
We're losing pressure.
The seals are going!
Listen to me! The hatch has to be closed now or we'll lose both planes!
Come on!
Grab me!
I can't hold it! Close the hatch!
Close it!
Lower the sleeve!
Listen to me!
Someone must close the hatch or we'll all die!
Do it! Now!
We're losing pressure!
Colonel! We're not going to make it!
You are!
She's gone.
Castle Rock, Big Eye Six. We have lost contact with Hail Mary.
Big Eye Six, was delivery accomplished?
Can't say. Hail Mary was attempting delivery when contact ended.
Did they make it on board?
If so, they'll establish a link with us.
Where is the fleet?
The carrier group's heading to an intercept point in the Atlantic.
Have them go to alert.
I'll check the equipment in the Avionics Room.
Show me this room.
There's a deformity of C-7.
He's got a fractured vertebrae. We must get him immobilized.
Can I get you to move over here?
- Move. - Sorry.
Hang on, Cappy, you old dog.
Buddy, you got some morphine here.
That'll help the pain.
Give me a break. You go down there.
Quiet!
Go.
It's a fried circuit.
It's an overload of some kind.
It happens.
Close it.
Everything okay?
It's a blown circuit.
Must've been the turbulence.
What'll we do?
Get me the Pentagon on sat-com.
The radio didn't make it.
We can't tell them we're on board. They'll think we're dead.
Shut up, Cahill.
He's right. As far as they know, we went down with the plane.
The Pentagon is going to shoot us down.
We were their only option.
Listen to me.
We must negotiate.
Tell Hassan the Pentagon knows his plan.
He'll never be allowed to reach U.S. Air space.
Calm down.
I'm fine. I know what I'm talking about here.
We must do this. It's our only chance. And they must listen.
That won't stop them.
You're not leaving.
Let go!
I didn't sign up for this bullshit!
We don't need to do that. He'll be all right.
Listen to me.
There's no negotiating with Nagi Hassan. Understand?
If he knew we're here, he'll just kill us all.
So let's calm down, everybody.
Just sit down and relax.
With no way to communicate, he's right.
They'll blow us out of the sky.
They don't know we're not on board.
They'll wait until the last second hoping for a break. We have time.
How much time before we hit U.S. Airspace?
Three hours and 50 minutes.
Gear?
We've lost the sat-com.
Scanners, sleep agent. We've got maybe half the weapons, probes...
...mikes, a bomb kit. That's it.
It's vital you find Hassan. It all centers around him.
All right.
Mikes and probes first.
Hook up Grant to the com board and see if he can locate Hassan.
Everything we need is here.
When we locate their positions, blow the lights and go night optics.
We hit them hard while they're still surprised. Let's go.
The bomb.
We don't know if there is one. I'll take over the plane.
- That's what Travis would do. - I'm not telling you what to do.
But if the DZ-5's on board, there's a bomb attached. You find it.
Once the plane left, Hassan made sure there was no turning back.
He's right.
It could be on a pressure-switch timer, if you land or change altitude...
...anything could set it off. You must find it before they hit.
We're going to look for it while we're setting up.
Get the tools and bomb kits.
Let's go.
What does Hassan look like?
I can't.
What do you mean? You're the world's expert on this guy.
The only photograph of him was taken over 25 years ago.
Jesus.
But I'd recognize his voice.
I'd know him if I saw him.
I'm telling you, I saw Americans.
Soldiers.
Baker, Station One.
First class, online.
Go ahead.
Okay, I've got one, first-class cabin.
Now another.
Skorpions on both of them.
Grant, do you copy?
I hear them.
Neither is Hassan.
Four in the main cabin...
...two in the galley.
Four with nine millimeter skorpions, two AKM/FNC's.
I got two more patrolling the rear cabin.
Heavily armed.
Can you hear them in the galley?
Yeah. Yeah. I hear them.
Not him.
This isn't working.
Meet me in the lower galley.
Put on Cappy's vest.
I'm on my way.
Clip the cable onto your vest.
Put on your carabiner.
I'll winch you up.
Easy.
I got four probes and mikes down there. It covers the main cabin.
If he's there, you'll find him.
Whatever you do...
...don't step on the panel you'll go right through.
I'll try to remember that.
Hey, wait. Lose the shoes, pretty boy.
Hope they don't smell you.
Go.
Shut up. Do you want us to die?
I think we're being presented with an incredible opportunity here.
For what?
We always wanted to have a war record for you.
Some edge with the media that would put you over the top.
Remember the mileage Jesse Jackson got when he negotiated the hostage release?
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, it's okay.
That's it.
Just keep tugging. Good. You got it.
Get your arm in front up there.
Maintain current course.
Shit.
Thanks.
Let's get down from here.
Stop.
What's going on?
Sorry, it fell. I was...
...getting coffee filters.
I don't understand.
How does threatening these people have anything to do with your cause?
It's not your place to understand.
Just be patient; it'll be over very soon.
There's a change.
Maintain our course.
Excuse me.
I'm keeping you from your work.
Are you okay? What happened?
Are you okay?
Yeah.
And guess who I ran into?
Rat.
Forward baggage compartment, got something.
I'm on my way.
You wanted to talk to me.
I'm sure you're aware that the official U.S. Policy is...
...no deals with terrorists.
Especially in hostage situations.
I can deal directly with the President.
If you allow me to conduct the negotiation...
...I can guarantee your demands.
Money, media exposure, safe passage back to the Middle East.
I understand.
You want to be seen as the savior of the hostages.
An image that won't hurt you in the elections.
As powerful an image as you returning, mission accomplished.
We are both men who truly understand...
...the importance of making dramatic statements to the world.
Rest assured, when the time comes, I will call upon you.
Your theory was right.
Have a look.
You can forget Washington.
There's enough nerve agent here to wipe out half the eastern seaboard.
Israeli Intelligence has identified the bomb maker.
He's Jean-Paul Demou.
That's a recent photograph.
French-Algerian. Former nuclear engineer with the Iraqis.
Lost his family in the Gulf War.
He's been with Jaffa's group since.
That's it?
That's it.
It's been over an hour and no word from Travis. We're running out of options.
There's still time.
Instruct the F-14's to be ready to launch.
Issue the press release of the President's decision to free Jaffa.
That bastard might be our last avenue of hope.
We can't communicate with him...
...but he has arranged to contact you aboard at 6:30.
I can assure you, the plane won't be allowed to reach the U.S.
If you convince him to divert the aircraft to an isolated base...
...and release the passengers...
...he has the word of the President of the United States...
...he and his men will be given safe passage to any country.
I'll do what I can...
...in the interests of peace.
Sorry, Cappy. We got a bad one here.
So...
...we know we got DZ-5...
...in binary canisters and 16 pounds of Semtex.
Let's look inside.
A computer trigger.
Microprocessor.
Dedicated drive...
...probably monitor a dozen sensors.
This ain't no pipe bomb.
Take me closer.
Stop.
Take me in on that.
There.
What are you looking at?
That long, silver cylinder.
That's a barometric pressure switch.
Activated on take-off, probably set to airburst during landing...
...with...
...an isolated trigger.
I tell you what...
...if I can...
...I mean...
...if you can disable the switch, it'll buy you some time.
Then we got a chance.
We shut it down, take over the plane, land it someplace.
Who plays with the bomb?
What about Cahill?
He's a design engineer. If he can build a computer...
...he can take one apart.
Well? Captain, what do you think?
We're lookin' up the ass of a dead dog...
...but, it's worth a try.
But hurry, because the morphine's kicking in.
Let's do it.
Get Cahill in here.
Overhead mid cabin.
First class. I'll take the cockpit and business class.
Use Channel B to Grant, keep A open for assault.
Problem. I counted four in mid cabin...
...there could be six.
Can you...
...take them all?
I could take three or four, but that's pushing it.
We need another gun.
What do you want me to do?
Jesus.
We're doing a simple electronic bypass.
Ignore the rest of it.
Just ignore...
...the rest.
If you screw up, you'll never know it.
So...
...let's get to it.
Once more.
Push hard, up the ladder...
...left in the companionway.
I'll surprise them.
That's it. You got it.
This isn't my thing.
With that, you can't miss.
Just aim for his chest and fire.
Whatever you do, don't look at his eyes.
Then come back down the hall.
Okay, Cahill.
Meter reads 15 ohms.
That's good. That means it's in parallel and isolated.
Let's complete the bypass.
Now take the red alligator clips and set in the bypass.
Now, take the red-handled dikes...
...and put the red wire on this side.
But don't touch anything else.
Ready, forward section.
Sit-rep.
Ready.
Baker up.
I'm ready.
Do it.
Tell them it's all theirs.
Thank God.
Cappy says the bomb is safe.
I see him.
I'll blow up the lights, and we go on my signal.
Jesus!
Stop them.
Tell Rat to stop the attack!
Stop it. Cappy says stop the attack.
Stop it now.
Hold positions.
What's going on?
Someone ran a program test on the bomb.
Whoever it is...
...has an override switch with his finger...
...on the damned trigger!
Can you override it?
I said, can you override it?
What's going on?
I think we might have lost Cappy.
Cappy's dead. I think Cappy's dead.
Calm down.
I'll be right there.
What happened?
Cappy's okay.
Just unconscious.
I am free and in flight.
The Americans wish me to tell you...
...they agree to all your demands.
You are victorious. Come home.
I rejoice in your freedom, Abu Jaffa.
Allah has blessed us.
A great destiny awaits us both.
You'll see I have achieved a glorious victory on your behalf.
All of Islam will embrace you as its chosen leader.
I am your flame.
The sword of Allah.
And with it I will strike deep into the heart of the infidel.
Listen to me.
They know! They'll destroy the plane.
He cut him off.
Christ!
Jaffa's free.
Jaffa's free!
Anytime, guys. Anytime.
Tell Admiral Crosby to order the F-14's to intercept the 747.
Make the plane divert.
Do it.
Call the President.
It's an executive decision now.
Now that Abu Jaffa's free, shall I order the plane to Algeria?
No.
Why?
- What's going on? - Jaffa's been freed.
The second in command is challenging Hassan.
He wants to know...
...why they're not going to Algeria...
...since Jaffa's free.
Allah has chosen us for a task far greater than Jaffa's freedom.
We are the true soldiers of Islam.
Our destiny is to deliver the vengeance of Allah.
This has nothing to do with Islam. This is not Allah's will.
You're blinded by hatred. I'll have nothing to do with your plan.
Our mission was to free Abu Jaffa. He is our leader, not you.
What happened?
He just killed one of his men.
Get back to your posts.
You son of a bitch! What'd you get me into?
What did you get me into?
The others can't know about the bomb.
But somebody ran a test. There must be a sleeper.
Triggerman. One of the passengers.
There're 400 passengers.
No way we'll find him.
We still have the element of surprise.
Let's hit them now, forget the bomb and maybe get lucky.
Even if you kill them all, the sleeper can destroy the plane.
But at least we'll save Washington.
We're out of time. This is the best option we have.
Maybe not.
We still have one hour and 20 minutes.
Listen, we must give that bomb another try.
You need Cappy for that.
- Maybe Cahill can. - Forget it.
If he can neutralize it, finding the sleeper won't matter.
And if he can't?
Then we must find the sleeper.
But I think...
...I know who it might be.
Can you hook up a probe so I can see into the cabin on this monitor?
No. We can't transmit between the probe and the monitor.
Would a video camera work?
You got one?
Shit.
Baggage.
We'll find one in baggage.
There are 400 faces up there.
You'll check each one?
Not without help.
Where's the weak link?
How do we pull teeth on this thing?
Come on, you're an engineer. Go with your instincts.
Cappy said two power sources.
This is one.
I'm pretty sure this is the other.
If we had our own power supply...
...we could isolate the bomb's power sources...
...like a heart bypass machine.
The bomb'll think it's online.
Along with the sleeper. With no power, no detonation. Brilliant.
In theory.
That's all we've got.
Cahill, you're the man. Go with your instincts.
I hope I'm right.
Whatever you do, don't cut that wire.
We found a camcorder in baggage. We're ready to try this.
Be right there.
What? You can't leave me now.
You've got Cappy.
What if he passes out?
If things get really desperate...
...use your magic wand.
Okay. I got power.
Got a cable down the backside of the elevator shaft.
Now, for the hard part.
Let's try this.
Call light button.
I bypassed the buzzer.
Let's hope she sees it.
Wait. What makes you think you can trust her?
When I was in the elevator...
...she saw me when Hassan walked in.
Wait. Wait.
She was cool, she covered me. She'll do this.
I just hope you have better luck with women than I do.
Pick it up.
I'm watching you on video. Behind you...
...above the bulkhead.
There.
We met in the elevator.
American soldiers are on board ready to take over the plane.
But there's a bomb, and a passenger is in control of it.
We need your help to find him.
You're looking for a man with an electronic device.
He's probably...
I'm sorry. I thought the phone rang.
Jesus.
Get on with it.
Oh, God.
Hang in there now.
Hang in there.
She's had it. Forget it.
She's shaking. She won't do it.
Wait a minute.
Lady's a player. She's with us.
Get in position.
Get upstairs. If she fingers someone, we must move fast.
They're here.
Oceanic Flight 343, approximately 120 miles from the fail safe-line.
I've spoken to the President. He concurs.
If we can't make them divert, we have no other option.
The F-14's should intercept in approximately 15 minutes.
Are we really going to shoot this plane down?
Whatever evidence there is will go to the bottom of the ocean.
The President would be finished. He'd never recover.
Four hundred American lives.
We'd all be finished. The whole administration.
Miss, may I have some water for my medication?
Diabetes.
- I'll get it for you. - Oh, dear.
What're you doing?
I was just getting her medication.
Can I go get her some water?
Go!
That's it. You got something, right?
Not long enough. One something.
- Did you get it? - No, it was too quick.
She'll give it to us again. She must.
Here she comes.
- 2, 1... - "'K."'
21-K!
Slap Flight, this is lead.
Contact 0-3-9 at 125. Come left 0-1-5 for collision.
Three's contact and concur. Angel's 44.
She found something.
21-K.
A midsection...
...starboard side.
Window seat.
Roger, I'm on my way.
I can't do it.
I can't...
...breathe.
Just relax.
I'm here.
Close your eyes.
Why?
Just close your eyes.
Breathe deep.
Open your eyes, and cut the blue wire.
It's a decoy!
It's a fake! The real works must be down below under the plate.
What the hell has happened?
I'm sorry.
It's just, the whole goddamn thing could just blow up.
Speak English!
I screwed up.
We have to start over.
Grant, I'm there.
If it's Demou, he's about 50...
...olive skin, dark hair, balding.
It could be. I can't see him clearly.
I can't get a clean shot. Louie?
His back is to me.
But he fits the description.
Demou, it has to be.
Can you take him?
Not a chance.
There're passengers all around him.
- Where'd they come from?! - I don't know.
Nagi, fighter planes!
Slap, Strike One Tally Ho. Assuming position for escort.
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.
Ocean Flight 343, this is flight leader, U.S. Navy aircraft.
Son of a bitch.
Divert to Thule Air Force Base.
0-2-0.
Navy jets ordering us to divert.
- We must be close to fail-safe. - We've had it.
They'll shoot us down.
No, no. We've got to signal them somehow. Must be a way.
Come on, think. Think.
Vector 0-2-0. Thule Air Force Base. Acknowledge.
Oceanic Flight 343. On guard. Turn right.
Got to do something.
Look out your left window.
This is U.S. Navy flight lead.
Show me a sign you understand.
What the hell are they doing?
Getting ready to light us up.
- Take that left clip. - I got it.
Okay. I got it.
That's 77.
Flight 343. It is imperative that you acknowledge.
Divert now. Steer 0-2-0.
This is U.S. Navy flight lead.
We must respond.
Say nothing. Stay on course.
Now.
It looks clear.
We need something non-metallic to slip between those points.
We've got it licked, but are giving it a few more minutes.
Great. Stay at it.
All right, listen. Pin 77's over here.
Slap Flight, this is lead. I'm going to pull in front.
What are we missing?
I'm thinking the same thing.
The sphere's cold.
In my green bag, there's a can of compressed air.
Give it a shot.
Shit.
In my kit, infrared goggles.
Jesus Christ.
We're finished.
One more time. Oceanic Flight 343.
Come right 0-2-0. Thule Air Force Base.
Give me Washington.
You must follow me. Captain, please acknowledge.
This is Al Tha'r.
Why are we being threatened?
I said my terms are absolute. The hostages'll be released...
...when we land in Washington.
No compromises.
This is Secretary of Defense, Charles White.
You must listen to me.
We know...
You know nothing!
Tell your President...
...he will comply or suffer the blood of Americans on board.
It's time.
Are you there? Can you hear me?
Hello, can you hear me?
This is Senator Mavros. I'd like to speak to the President.
Senator, the President is out of the country.
I'm speaking on his behalf.
I don't care. I want to speak to him now.
Senator, I'm in charge of the crisis team.
They have a gun to my head.
Please, just do what they want!
Please!
What was that?
What happened?
Jesus Christ.
This is the pilot.
They killed the senator. Do what they ask.
He killed Mavros.
Do whatever you're going to do. Now.
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 miles to the fail-safe line.
We have to end this now.
Nav. Com. Flash on the CRN-155. National Command Authority.
We're ordered to destroy the target.
You're joking.
I confirmed it twice. It's real.
Slap Two, Three and Four, take high cover.
Follow on a one-mile trail.
Sparrow select.
Strike Slap One, stand by for Fox One from lead.
I'm going master arm on.
Do it.
Slap Flight, this is lead.
We have full lock on the heavy.
Negative.
Go cold on the sparrow!
The taillights are flashing.
Hope I'm not going too fast.
No one uses Morse code now.
Except navy pilots.
Keep sending it.
Is that what I think?
You're damn right!
This is Slap One.
We have visual communication from the target.
Seems to be Morse code coming from the nav lights.
According to my supplement...
...the message appears to be "'Hail Mary...
"'... AIpha One...
"'... 10 minutes."'
Message repeats.
Alpha One's the attack code.
You mean they made it? They're on board?
They'll try to take her.
It's too late. They've crossed the line.
If they're on board, we'll give them another 10 minutes.
Admiral Lewis.
Flight 343...
...this is Navy flight 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 it!
They did?
They got it!
I should take back every squid-hating thing I ever said.
Monitor the radio.
And no contact.
We got a break.
We have 10 minutes.
We'll take the sleeper first.
It must be by surprise. Cappy's almost there on the bomb.
Wait few minutes.
We're out of time. We go, blow out the lights, take our chances.
Five minutes, Rat.
They'll have the bomb diffused by then.
Now give it five minutes!
Give him five minutes.
I agree.
All right, Grant...
...five minutes.
Baker, get into position. Louie, stand by.
We've got five minutes...
How're you doing?
Where were you?
The sphere is filled with photoelectric beams. We need more than five minutes.
Grant, come in!
Just do the best you can.
Pick it up.
Jan...
...you've been fantastic.
But I need your help one more time.
Lower galley.
Turn around. Get in the elevator right now. Go.
They'll start descending soon.
I know, Jack.
Radar confirmation. Oceanic Flight 343 now at 25-mile limit.
Keep going.
I'll blow the lights.
Two more minutes and then we go.
Grant, how are you?
Just keep walking.
It's Grant.
He's down below in mid cabin.
When I push you down...
...hit the floor and stay down.
He's going for the sleeper!
That son of a bitch.
We go on your signal.
Go.
Something's wrong.
It's not him.
Everybody down!
Behind you!
He's got Demou! Blow the lights!
The sleeper!
The straw! The straw!
I can't hold it!
Come in, Dulles.
Dulles, this is Oceanic 343 heavy...
...requesting emergency landing. We are low on fuel.
We have structural damage, but we are stable and in control.
This is Dulles.
You are cleared to land.
1-L north. Crash crew standing by.
Thank God.
They're in control.
The bomb! What about the bomb?!
Listen to this.
It's done!
Jesus!
It's done!
You got anything else for us?
Must tell Washington.
You okay?
It's over.
Over?
It's not over.
It's over.
Who are you?
No one.
You're very clever.
But you're too late.
You've stopped nothing!
Dulles International, this is Flight 343. The airplane is secure...
...but the pilots are dead. Requesting help.
You're breaking up.
We don't read you. You're cleared to land on runway 1-L north.
I need help. I need instruction.
There's a bomb that could detonate on impact.
You're breaking up.
They're not receiving.
Shit!
Get a hold of it now. Get a hold of this plane.
It'll be okay.
All right, stick and rudder.
Stick and rudder. It's an airplane.
Straight and level. Hold it.
Oh, my God.
Are you a pilot?
Help me.
I've had a few lessons, but I've never really soloed.
We're lined up for landing.
There it is! There's the airport.
See it?
Okay, I got it. I got it. All right.
I need a handbook. Over there.
I don't see it.
- What does it look like? - It'll say, "'Flight Manual."'
Back there!
In the back.
I got it.
Quick!
What do I look for?
The normal procedures, landing approach speeds.
Approach speeds. Here it is. I got it.
What's it say?
Final approach speeds...
"'... over 600,000 pounds, 150 knots...
"'... under 400,000 pounds, 120 knots."'
Split it. A 140 knots.
We're doing 220 knots.
Reduce power.
Nose down.
170 knots.
It's getting loose.
I'm losing control of the plane.
What's wrong?
Flaps!
How much flaps can I put on?
Flaps, flaps, flaps. 170 knots... Any amount of flaps you want.
Goddamn it!
There it is.
2, 3, 4.
There. 160.
There we go. 150.
140.
130.
What the hell? I'm going to stall!
I'm stalling!
Power up!
140.
There we go.
Wait a minute.
Landing gear!
We're going to land.
We're long.
What the hell?
He's way too high.
Come on!
I missed it!
I missed it. I'm over.
Power up.
Won't climb.
Come on, baby. Come on.
Gear up!
Now what do I do?
Turn around for another approach.
I can't turn it around.
You can.
No, wait. Wait a minute.
Let me think.
Hold it.
That's the interstate.
There's the ballpark. Frederick Field must be ahead.
I know where I am!
I can do this. All right.
Line it up.
4-2-6.
There it is.
Now, reduce power.
Here we go.
Power back.
Shit. Landing gear...
...down.
Airspeed...
...140 knots.
Think.
What am I forgetting?
Who cares? Fly the plane!
You're right.
I can do this.
"'Fly the plane."'
I can do this.
Jesus, I'm down!
Shit.
Hold on.
Almost land themselves, don't they?
I don't know how, but you did it.
You did it.
What is this?
That's a little memento for you. I'll tell you about it another time.
Right now...
...I need a drink. A big drink.
Marshal.
How are you?
Getting better by the minute.
Where'd these commandos come from?
Good question.
You'll be okay.
Hold it.
Hey, guys.
It's "'Jean."'
Hi.
You called me Jan on the plane. My name is Jean.
Who are you?
Dr. Grant...
...Agent Perry, FBI. You're wanted at the Pentagon.
Sorry I asked.
Wait.
Can I buy you a cup of coffee?
As long as you're not flying.
No problem.
So, Jean, tell me something...
Do you like hockey?
Hockey?
No, I only like baseball.
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