Chariot Page #6

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I want to get some real news.

Now we've got Internet.

Just like we thought,

no Armageddon.

I'm wondering

what the hell is this?

- What do you got?

- Breaking news:

US Secretary of Transportation

killed in traffic accident.

- What?

- Local authorities say

44-year-old Michael Deck

was the only fatality

in the one-car crash

which occurred

less than an hour ago

on a stretch of I-45

south of the city.

You've got to be kidding me?

- This can't be happening.

- What is it?

The dead man

they're talking about

is the guy your co-pilot

shot and killed.

How could he have died

in the car crash in Houston

when he's obviously

up here dead with us?

- This make no sense.

- It does

if you're trying to cover up

everything that's going on up here.

We're smack in the middle

of a sh*t storm.

What the hell is going on

with this opera-tion?

This is no longer

an operation, Captain.

Get this plane on the ground!

I'm, I'm rerouting us

to Martin State Regional.

They've got

a 7,000 foot runway.

Where's Genevieve?

She left a minute ago,

went to the back of the plane.

How's the praying coming along?

Fine.

You lying b*tch.

- I've tried to tell you.

- What? What goddammit?

What have you

tried to tell us?!

- Hey, take it easy!

- You take it easy!

What were you doing

in there, Genevieve?

It's not a gun!

Jesus!

Why would they

want to kill you?

I was talking to my Supervisor.

You have a phone?!

- Who's your Supervisor?

- You all know.

You've talked to him earlier.

It's Collins.

Oh, Christ.

This is a disaster!

Look,

I have tried to explain...

People are dead!

- I know that.

- Do you?

Do you even grasp the far reach

of your boss' insanity?

- You don't know why we're here!

- So fill us in.

This...

We're all part

of a dry run

of the Chariot Program.

The hell you say?

It's a dry run...

It's-it's a test

of the operation.

Keep talking.

There's a list of 191 people

who would be on this plane

in a real emergency.

We chose

a handful of them... you...

to try and poke holes

in the Program

to test your resolve,

your ability to work together.

You're telling me

that this was all part of some

sociological experiment?

No.

It-It's about

determining the soundness

of the Program.

There are millions of variables

in an operation like this...

Do you understand?

things that could go wrong.

And we had to consider

every possible scenario.

Like Belinda

killing her partner.

And me freaking out.

And us

getting into the cockpit.

In order to work,

the Program has to be

smarter than all of you.

The dry run was

necessary for funding.

You'll have to understand,

we're talking about

billions of dollars here.

And just when were you

going to tell us all this?

When this plane lands

you'll all be debriefed,

you'll sign

confidentiality agreements,

and you'll be

generously compensated

for the rest of your lives.

What about the dead people?

What about Michael?

I know.

I'm sorry.

Sometimes it's not pretty.

We have

cover stories developed.

Michael should be

hitting the air now.

This is some sick sh*t.

You know that?

You say that now, but if this

Program were ever needed...

Just tell us

when we're landing!

We'll be cleared for

Andrews any minute now.

We just need to re-establish

communications with Collins.

Give me that phone!

The number

you've reached is not in service.

This is a recording.

We'll try him from the cockpit.

What're you doing?

Calling someone

other than your buddy.

That phone is a dedicated line.

It will only contact Collins.

Wow!

I wish I was surprised!

Sh*t, man!

Oh, God.

Give me some room!

So someone do something!

Emily, what about CPR?

CPR's not going to help him.

Oh, God, not the pilot!

Come on.

Come on!

Come on, dammit, breathe!

Cole?

I can't land this plane.

Why isn't Collins answering us?

- I don't know.

- Yes, you do!

- No, I don't.

- Yes, you do!

You've known everything this whole time!

Why isn't he answering us?!

You think I want us to fly into DC

airspace as an unknown aircraft?

I want to land

as badly as you do!

What do you mean

"unknown aircraft"?

This is a classified program.

Only a handful of people

know about it.

When the military IDs us,

they're going to have

F-15's on our tail

in minutes.

Why would they think

we're hostile?

Yeah,

why would they assume that?

Angola.

Yes, Angola.

You mean that airplane

you were talking about earlier?

This really is that airplane?

This is that stolen airplane?

Tail number

N-8-4-4 double-A

withdrawn from service

in Angola.

Retrofitted

for the Chariot Program.

So it could never be

tracked from inventory.

Everyone thinks it was stolen.

Including Homeland Defense.

Who's going to go apeshit

when it shows up

in the sky over DC.

You think?!

This project really sucks,

you know that?

If we could re-establish

contact with Collins...

- Aden, give me my phone.

- Not a chance.

- What are you doing?

- What I do.

Hack it.

Pulling up Collins' IP address.

- How can you do that?

- Because I'm good.

That's how.

Where is he?

I don't know.

Collins?

Collins, are you there?

Get the monitor.

- Genevieve?

- Yes, it's me.

Listen to me carefully.

Our co-pilot

and our pilot are dead,

and we need

to talk to the ground.

- How in the hell did you...

- It doesn't matter.

Can you get us

in touch with the tower?

Are you listening to me?!

It's not possible, Ginny.

The albeit com systems

are disabled,

even your pilots

didn't know that.

Radio silence is mandatory.

Well, for Chrissake,

how do we land?

You don't.

Collins,

what're you talking about?

Ginny, you've been identified

as an inbound threat.

You know what that means.

I'm afraid

I can't help you now.

What do you mean

you can't help us?!

We're going to be

shot out of the sky

if we do not

put this thing down!

I-I know.

It's the only way.

I-I'm sorry you have to

make that sacrifice,

- but...

- Sacrifice?

Listen,

you little son of a b*tch!

Chariot is a failure,

and you know as well as I do

that failure

has to be contained.

It's what this dry run

was all about,

10 people instead of 200,

an acceptable loss.

You know all about

"acceptable loss", Ginny.

You bastard.

You were just trying

to save your own ass.

No.

No, I'm keeping

a "classified" operation

classified.

You guaranteed

my safety!

We were supposed to land!

And no one was supposed

to get into the cockpit

or hack

the on-board systems

or bring guns on board.

You guaranteed all of that.

Stop, Collins.

You are not this cold.

It'll be quick, Ginny.

I can promise you that.

The F-15's have already been

scrambled for Mandarins.

Oh, no, Collins, don't do this.

I'm sorry, Genevieve.

He's right.

We'll have F-15's on

our tail in minutes.

Then what?

The protocol

is that the pilot...

- Then what, goddammit?!

- I'm trying to tell you!

The pilot will first try

to make visual contact

with the cockpit

or the passengers!

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