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Frank, my turn.

- Do you want me...?

- Please.

What the f*** are they doing?

She's been up there too long.

Do you believe this?

- That's great.

- I know.

He gave it back?

What would frighten you more,

a loud bang

or a quiet noise?

It's going to be okay,

just answer the question.

I guess...

the bang is scarier,

but a quiet noise

is creepier.

So a poised person

whispering in your ear

can be just as terrifying

as a lunatic howling?

- In different ways.

- Listen...

Would it frighten you more

if I were a raving madman

threatening to blow up

this plane in the name of God,

or if I calmly had a gun

pointing to your head

while waiting to collect

my money?

Just answer the question.

I guess it doesn't matter.

I wouldn't want to be

in either situation.

That is understandable.

Thank you, Marcela,

that is all.

ANC wants a live report.

I'm not a reporter;

I wouldn't know what to say.

You'll say what you see,

it's very easy.

What is that?

Something in the window.

Hold on.

"No bomb."

What's going on up there?

If she's not back in a minute...

He asked for you to come.

Frank asked you to come.

Pete...

Give it to me,

I'll take it.

Pete, there's something

about the question.

You do realize

the consequences

if this boy

doesn't agree with you?

It's your rules.

It's your opinion.

Pete, sit down.

What kind of questions

did he ask you?

He asked me something

about a loud noise.

Something about God.

Did he ask you

anything about God?

Something about what makes

you more fearful.

God or money.

- Money, yes.

- God or money.

I think they're both

pretty terrifying.

Take your time.

I don't care

why you're doing this.

So whether I'm doing this

for religion or money,

it does not influence

how much you fear me.

No...

It is the same end result.

Frank...

are you okay?

Frank, what is going on?

Just tell me.

Just tell...

Fear is fear, Frank.

All right, okay.

Jesus!

Well, I lost.

So you're going

to kill me then.

Just like that.

No more interview.

If that is

your only question,

then you have missed

the point entirely.

Is anything happening?

Juliana, does anything

seem to be happening?

No, but the side of the plane

looks like Wheel of Fortune.

Sh*t, maybe we should have

spelled it in French.

Frank is still up there.

Is the military

doing anything?

Nothing.

- Are you sure?

- There's nothing!

We're ready to go.

Yeah, he's in here.

I'll put him on.

Okay...

Say bye.

Your name, Atlas, that's got

to stand for something,

you know,

I was thinking...

it kind of reminds me

of...

Please...

Please don't.

You see...

the omission

of the word "terrorist"

is not the only thing

I disapproved of

in that network piece.

I also hated its arrogance.

They pretended to understand

that boy who was captured.

Listing his choices,

talking about his family

like they knew him.

They don't know him.

I get it, I get it.

No, no, no,

you don't.

I hated the piece too.

So what,

you would have fixed it?

I know more about your plight

than you think I do.

- Oh, do you?

- Yes.

I've been to Somalia

many times.

I've actually been reading up

on that kid on trial,

Mateo Wal-i-Musi.

The one that you're

always talking about,

you know, the angle

that I would have used...

Stand up, Frank.

- The angle I...

- Stand up, Frank!

Did you hear that?

What that f***?

It's the pilot.

They're doing something

to the pilot.

Kneel down.

Pretend with me, Frank,

that you are a young Somali.

Say it.

Say what?

"I am a young Somali."

I am a young Somali.

According to your network,

you are doomed to die

because you lost a game

of chance called privilege.

But,

just at the last moment,

someone gives you

another chance.

They tell you

that if you take the knife,

you will be spared.

Take the knife, Frank.

Take the knife, Frank!

Now, of course,

just taking the knife

is not enough.

- You have to use it.

- No.

I want you to stab

this man right here.

- As hard as you can.

- No!

And then,

your debt to me is paid.

Stab this man, Frank,

or my friend here

will shoot you in the head.

You begged me

for a way out, Frank.

You begged me for a way out,

I am giving you one.

I cannot!

You can and you will.

Stab him right here,

as hard as you can

and then your debt to me

is paid.

No, I can't.

Do it and live,

or don't and die.

Goodbye, Frank.

Frank!

Frank, you okay?

Well joining us

on the telephone now

is regional correspondent

Ian Finley

live from Victoria

International Airport

in the Seychelles.

Ian, what can you tell us

about the situation

at this time?

Okay, listen,

hold the wound.

Hold the wound.

Hold it, hold it.

Why did you do this?

Huh?

Why did you do this?

Ian, can you tell us anything

about the condition

of Frank Saltzman at this time?

All I can tell you

is that the authorities

are doing everything

in their power

to keep this plane

on the ground.

Don't you wish you had

more than two choices?

But you didn't, Frank.

You didn't.

F*** you.

I don't know

if I'm stopping the bleeding.

I don't know

what the f*** I'm doing.

So, Ian,

you talk about movement.

Can you describe what sort

of movement you're seeing?

Ian?

Ian, can you hear me?

This is different.

They had been keeping

their distance

but now the teams

are moving.

Jesus Christ.

Ian?

I said do not engage me.

I said a boundary

of 100 meters,

you agreed

to these conditions.

We haven't been able

to reach...

Don't patronize me.

You broke your word.

The consequences

are on you alone.

Where are you?

What these guys are doing,

they're moving,

they're staying

right beside the...

Ian?

Explosion!

Oh, f***!

Just because you're not

on the tarmac with us

does not make you safe.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Where the hell

did those come from?

How is he doing?

What did he say?

It's a profanity.

It doesn't quite

translate in English.

He's still talking.

It's good I suppose.

- If we take off...

- No, Marcela, we have to...

If we take off they'll kill us

and if we stay they'll kill us.

Can I at least

bring him some water?

I stabbed him,

for Christ's sake.

Can I just talk to him?

You didn't kill him.

I had you stab him

in a place

that bleeds heavily

but is completely non-fatal

if treated

which is what your friends

are doing back there right now.

All blood and no bite.

Fireworks.

You had me stab a man

so you could prove a point?

I needed

to get your attention.

That is the difference

between talking about something

and feeling it.

You think

this proves something

about me or about you?

I don't know

what you're saying.

Yeah, yeah.

Just talking, all right?

He's a little lucid.

He's a little lucid,

can he talk?

Yes.

Well, he knows this plane

inside out, don't he?

Yes.

So, can he tell us a way

of keeping it on the ground?

A way of disabling it?

What if they blow up

the f***ing plane?

So I take it,

pirates play favorites.

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