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We have a situation.

Hey, man, you gonna tell us what

the hell is going on or not?

Is the captain all right or not?

The... The situation

is quite complicated.

Complicated? Come on!

But I can assure you...

This is bullshit!

Everything's in hand!

Everything is under control!

Everyone, calm down!

I want to see the captain.

I'm gonna head up there myself.

That's it. Move aside, Marshal.

Wait, wait. Free travel.

Free flights!

Free travel.

The airline company will guarantee

one year's international

free travel.

If you sit down, remain

quiet, and do what I say.

Free international travel.

Thank you.

Twelve months.

Free.

Guaranteed.

One year. Free travel. Thank you.

Kyle, it's Bill.

Why are we turning?

I've been instructed not to

communicate with you, Marks.

Did they tell you to cut

the network? Listen to me.

The men who issued those

instructions are not on this plane.

This is your plane.

These are your passengers. Rice!

Kyle!

We've been diverted north.

55 minutes.

Did they tell you

to cut the network?

I have orders, Marks.

Give me five minutes. Five minutes.

Land the plane wherever you want,

but do not switch that network off.

Do you hear me? I have a plan.

I can find this guy.

Five minutes.

I hope we can trust this guy.

I trust him.

Yeah, well, I'd rather not end

up an accessory to a hijacking.

- Okay.

- BILL:
Zack.

It's done.

Here it is.

Good man.

You think the captain's still

in control of the plane?

The plane almost goes down,

there's a guy waving his gun

around, tying people up.

I'd say he pretty

much took control.

So you think the thing about free

international flights was bullshit, or...

At what point do we do something?

Gentlemen, would you please

return to your seats?

You don't know what's

going on either, do you?

So, what's the air

marshal up to now?

Ladies and gentlemen,

I need every passenger to raise

their hands above their heads

and remain silent for

the next 60 seconds.

This is not a request.

Up.

Flight attendants, too.

Up!

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(CELL PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

- Hands behind your head.

- What the f***...

Hands behind your goddamn head!

Remove the phone. With one hand.

I've never seen that phone before.

Miss, undo his seatbelt.

Stand up, now.

You searched me.

My phone was in my bag.

Into the aisle.

Whatever you think I've done...

Shut up. Front of the plane. Move!

You're making a mistake.

Turn around.

Take it easy!

MAN:
What's going on?

Listen to me, please!

That's not my phone!

Who are you?

Just a passenger!

Why did you open the

account in my name?

I don't know what

you're talking about!

Answer the question, or

I will break your arm.

You got the wrong guy!

We found him, Nancy. We got him.

Why me? Why?

Why me?

Why?

Nancy, get the doctor. Now!

(WATCH ALARM RINGING)

Bill? Bill?

Bill? Bill?

Okay, let's break this down.

First, he ties up that guy, then he takes

another guy and brings him out back.

What, is he gonna pick

us off one by one?

That's the doctor right there. Hey.

You want to let us all

know what's going on?

- And the captain?

- Dead.

The co-pilot is flying.

Behind locked doors.

- Are you all right?

- Me? Fine. I'm great.

You shouldn't be seeing all this.

All right, Doc. So, we got a

dead passenger and a dead pilot.

The plane took a hard

turn 15 minutes ago.

That doesn't happen mid-flight.

The marshal closed

off business class,

moved all the

passengers to the back.

Does this scenario ring any bells?

You think he's gonna

crash the plane?

Flight 10, this is

Royal Air Force 114,

call sign Jackrabbit. How copy?

Excuse me.

I was told I could stay

here with my husband.

Of course.

You used the lavatory about an

hour ago. Do you remember that?

I don't have Alzheimer's.

Do you know if someone else

went in there after you?

Yes, she was standing

there blocking the aisle.

Who?

The redhead.

The woman you were sitting next to.

What are you doing in here?

I'm drinking. I'm sorry, I shouldn't.

That's just terrible.

I've been wondering.

Why the window seat?

What? Why the window seat?

Why did you sit next to me?

- What?

- I found a hole

in the first class toilet,

clear shot to the captain.

The guy who died had one of

these imbedded in his skin.

Ever seen one before?

No.

The toilets were locked 10

minutes before the captain died.

Five minutes before that,

I saw a woman enter.

She's 70 years old.

She said you went in after her,

and she doesn't have Alzheimer's,

if you're wondering.

Are you asking me if I

saw someone else go in,

or if I killed the captain?

Did you see someone else?

No.

Then answer the question.

You're a dick.

You switched seats to be next to

me, which made you trustworthy.

You engaged me in conversation.

To relax you because

you were scared...

Yet you evaded personal questions.

You mean, like where I work. Yeah,

that's a great personal question.

You inserted yourself

into the investigation.

Are you serious?

Tracking the phone,

that was your idea.

Are you kidding me?

I am the only person on this

plane who has stood by you.

You've been lying to

me this entire time.

You've been lying to me since the

second you boarded this plane.

Oh, God! Okay, fine, fine!

Seven years ago my heart failed,

and I was dead for like 43 minutes.

Aortic arch aneurysm.

They tried to fix it,

but when I woke up,

they told me it was

something they couldn't fix

and that one day it would fail

again and I would just die.

And that's okay with me because

we're all gonna die someday,

and none of us know when

it's gonna be, right?

But when I fly, which is a lot,

I like to look out the

window instead of

at the back of the

seat in front of me

or a folding tray table, because

one day might be today.

Why do you like the aisle?

Dick.

Wait a second.

Here.

Let me pour you a real drink.

Thanks.

I'm sorry.

I hate flying.

Really?

I always kind of

liked it, you know?

Six hours in the same spot,

nobody can get to you.

Nothing to do but just

be present, you know?

You have no control.

Control is an illusion.

There is no control.

Over anything.

WOMAN:
You need to listen to this.

REPORTER:
Where a federal bomb squad

and investigators are searching

a car that allegedly

belongs to Bill Marks.

Sources tell us that Marks parked

his car here at the airport today

before boarding British

Aqualantic Flight 10,

the way he had boarded

so many flights before,

in the guise of an

everyday passenger,

but carrying a mandate

from the United States

Department of Homeland Security.

His job, to protect the flight.

And he was also, as always,

carrying a concealed handgun.

Well, we know this is the hijacker's

phone. Can it tell us anything?

It's password protected.

I can't get in.

Did you try guessing?

This is a transatlantic flight

from New York to London,

the airline now confirming this is,

in fact, a hijacking in progress.

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