Executive Decision Page #5

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!

She was cool, she covered me.

She'll do this.

I just hope you have better luck

with women than I do.

Come on, pick it up.

Pick it up.

I'm watching you on video.

Behind you. . .

...above the bulkhead.

There you go.

We met in the elevator.

American soldiers are onboard,

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--

Sorry. I thought the phone rang.

Jesus.

Get on with it.

Come on, hang in there.

Hang in there.

She's had it. Forget it.

She's shaking.

She's not going to do it.

Wait a minute.

Lady's a player. She's with us.

Get in position.

Get upstairs. If she fingers somebody,

we must move fast.

They're here.

Oceanic Flight 343, approximately

I've spoken to the President.

He concurs.

If we can't make them divert,

we have no other option.

The F-1 4's should intercept

in approximately 1 5 minutes.

We're not going to

shoot this plane down, are we?

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?

My pleasure.

-Oh, dear.

-I'll get it for you.

What are you doing?

I was just getting her medication.

Can I go get her some water?

Go!

That's it. You got something, don't you?

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. "

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.

Midsection. . .

. . .starboard side.

Window seat.

Roger, I'm on my way.

I can't do it.

I can't. . .

. . .breathe.

Just relax.

I'm right 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 happened?

What is going on?

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's 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.

Oceanic Flight 343, this is

flight leader, U. S. Navy aircraft.

Son of a b*tch.

Divert to Thule Air Force Base.

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.

Got to 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.

You say nothing.

Stay on course.

Now.

It looks clear.

We need something non-metallic

to slip between those points.

I think we've got it licked,

but we need 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 out in front.

What are we missing?

I'm thinking the same thing.

The sphere is cold.

In my green bag,

there's a can of compressed air.

Give it a shot.

Sh*t.

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 AI Tha 'r.

Why are we being threatened?

I said my terms are absolute.

The hostages will 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, Senator.

Hello? 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.

Whatever you're going to do,

do it 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-1 1 5.

National Command Authority.

We're ordered to destroy the target.

You're joking.

I confirmed it twice. It's for 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.

Nobody 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. . .

. . .Alpha One. . .

. . . 1 0 minutes. "

Message repeats.

Alpha One's the attack code.

You mean they made it?

They're onboard?

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 1 0 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!

Really?

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