Chariot Page #4

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the b*tches throat.

I'm for that.

I'm sorry you don't understand.

There's no way you ever could.

You got that right.

You think it's easy

taking an oath to die

for a complete stranger?

Well, it's not.

But when that call came

I did what I was ordered to do.

And then

I saw there were hundreds

of empty seats on this plane

and I thought to myself...

Why should I forfeit my life

for no good reason?

I tried to convince Fisher

of that, but he was only

interested in

following protocol.

Which is what

you're still doing.

Think about it.

The purpose

of Operation Chariot

is to save lives.

I just don't see why it should

only apply to certain lives.

Operation Chariot.

Why is it called that?

I think I know why.

When the ancient Greeks knew of an

imminent attack on one of their cities,

they take

their most valuable citizens,

put them in Chariot's

and send them somewhere safe.

And that worked?

Greece still exists.

- Where'd you get that?

- My pocket.

One of the blessings of not

passing through airport security.

Let's give it a try.

You're making a big mistake!

They're gonna kill all of you!

Ugh!

There's no way in hell

this thing's coming off.

Look, I told you.

You'd have better luck

with the bank vault.

Dammit.

I'm going to try

and ring back the guy at NORAD

just in case

he got through to the pilots.

It's dead.

Perfect.

Wait a second.

Wait a second.

The cameras.

What?

What is it?

After 9/11 all passenger

aircraft had security cameras

installed

over the cockpit crew.

Why would this plane

be any different?

There.

- You mean they can see us?

- This whole time?

Well, hell.

Anybody got a paper and pen?

What're you going to write?

I'm not much of a writer.

Tell them Andrews Air Force

Base has been destroyed.

Didn't that other dude

already try this?

No, he said he tried to hail them.

That's all.

Good?

You want to try

flashing your tits?

Obviously they've seen it.

Let's give them a little longer.

Maybe they're discussing it.

In the meantime,

we need another plan.

Okay.

So I have an idea.

It might be crazy, but...

I can do crazy.

Can you build a bomb?

- What?

- A bomb?

Not a real one.

A fake one.

Something

that looks like a bomb.

I think I get

where you're going with this.

We attach it to that door

in plain view of that lens.

Believe me, if that doesn't

coax them out of the cockpit,

- nothing will.

- I can attach it to the door.

What?

I look like a terrorist. I know.

It's okay.

You can stop pretending.

It's worth a try.

Aden, can you do it?

I-I'm a hacker

not a prop maker.

Can you do it?

I'll give it a shot.

Then let's gather up

all that stuff we found.

Come on.

I'm gonna need

red paint or something.

Here.

You carry nail polish

around with you?

I thought

you had me figured out.

- What?

- You can't smoke in here.

Now analyze how stupid

that comment is.

I haven't had a cigarette

in over a year.

And...

It's like playmates are

having a pillow fight

in my mouth.

Thought you and I

might spend some

- quality time together.

- I'm not gonna talk to you.

My son was nine years-old.

You know?

Captain...

of his soccer team.

I don't need to see that.

I can only imagine

the movie that must be playing

over and over in your head.

But it can't be half as

horrific as the one in mine.

I said, I'm not going

to talk to you!

Fine.

Then I'll do the talking.

The correct term is

"Terramoto phobia. "

It's not the fear of

flying per se, it's...

It's the, uh,

fear of, uh,

being on an airplane.

You're completely helpless

on an airplane, you know.

And the statistics

about flying,

- that doesn't help?

- Oh, no.

No, if statistics mattered

I'd be...

I'd be more afraid to drive.

I-I get that.

Is, uh...

Is it a dangerous occupation,

- driving a truck?

- Nah.

Mostly just dull.

But...

But every once in a while you

stumble across

a little nightmare.

Such as...?

This one time a few years back

I drove

into a bank of black smoke.

I had to stop it was so thick.

When I got out of my rig,

all I could hear was

people screaming.

It sounded like

it was all around me.

I walked into the

smoke and, uh...

came up on a car cut in half.

Any survivors?

Not that I could see, but...

on the ground...

in front of the wreck were...

fingers.

It looked like,

I don't know, a, a joke, like,

like something you'd see

at a Halloween store.

Dear God.

But I kept walking.

About twenty yards past

I, uh...

found a mangled wreck

of a mini-van.

I pulled a kid out of it.

So you're a hero then.

Nah...

At the end of the day,

wife was still pissed

I got home late.

Listen, guys,

if that cockpit door opens,

all hell could break loose.

Someone's got to talk

some sense into those pilots.

What do you propose?

One person "armed"

if everybody else

stays back out of the way.

Okay.

Who?

Me.

I'll do it.

Not a chance.

I'm the best shooter

you've got.

Anything goes wrong

I could put them down.

She's right.

She's talking about

shooting the pilots, you know?

Cole.

I-I-I don't think

we're in a situation

with an abundance of options,

and, forgive me for

saying, but this is...

this is one

that makes me comfortable.

Me. too.

You're a servant...

a servant to the people

of the United States.

- And so are you.

- Yes, I am.

And when I take an oath,

I honor it.

You're a politician.

You may not have

blood on your hands,

but it's all over

your paperwork.

Do you know what I see

when I look at you?

I'm burning to find out.

A woman

who can't stand herself.

You want an apology?

Fine!

I'm sorry about your family!

But when you go to war,

there's something called

"Collateral Damage. "

It happens.

Close the curtain.

Where'd you get the wires?

Uh, sorry,

but there won't be

any hot meals tonight.

Just hang onto the handle

of this cord here

we're good to go.

Okay.

We ready?

I want to know

what they were doing.

- Can we just stop this?

- What were they doing

when you left

my wife and son to die?

Goddammit!

We knocked them out

with the same drug

that we used on you.

They probably woke up

the same time that you did!

Right before the bomb?

Yeah...

just in time to die.

If had just left me there

I would've died with them...

happy.

Instead,

you took me away

and locked me inside

this stinking...

Chariot!

You deserve this!

I'd take cover if I were you.

Go.

Now what?

We wait some more.

It's a good thing for you...

I'm not the monster you are.

Ugh!

Don't let him in the cockpit!

Let go of me!

Look out!

Jesus! Sh*t!

God dammit!

Would you stop shooting,

a**hole?!

Is he all right?

Who-who's hit?

Cole?

They shot Cole.

- He's alive.

- Oh, thank God.

I think he just grazed me.

Help him up.

I-I think they may have taken

a bit of your ear, too.

Michael.

What-what happened?

You take it easy, buddy.

You got shot.

Somebody get him some

paper towels and water.

Wait. Wait.

Didn't...

I'm cold.

I'm so cold.

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