Skybound Page #3

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problems with the authorities

back in New York,

but, uh...

can't you just let me go

once we arrive

in Los Angeles, and...

you'll never see me again.

Look, even if

I wanted to help you,

without radio and TCAS

there's no alternative

to landing immediately.

Kyle,

where's the closest airport?

Should be Chicago.

Come on,

there is nothing wrong

with our navigation system,

is there?

Sorry, man,

looks like

you got on the wrong plane.

Haven't I seen you

before somewhere?

Hey!

[gun cocking]

Oh, sh*t!

[ominous music]

What's your name, son?

[suspenseful music]

My name's... Matt.

Matt.

This plane stays skybound.

It will not alter course,

nor altitude.

Is that understood?

Look, since we don't know

the cause of the malfunction,

it'd be far too dangerous

to continue this flight.

Don't worry about it.

As long as navigation works,

everything is fine.

Lisa, I'm scared.

Sit down!

[slap

You bastard!

[gunshot]

No!

[dramatic music]

[electricity buzzing]

Get me the first aid kit!

We gotta stop the bleeding

immediately.

[Kyle groans]

Here!

I don't think the bullet

hit an organ,

but we gotta get to a hospital

as soon as possible.

I'll set a course

for Chicago right away.

Damn, this hurts.

Stay calm.

You're gonna be okay.

You lunatic.

[engines whooshing]

Okay, Buddy.

This is for your pain.

Wait a minute.

How can we land without radio,

radar and all that?

[moans] It's okay.

As soon as

we appear on their radar

being unreachable by radio,

ground control will withdraw

the landing permissions

for all the other planes.

[softly]

What's going on?

We're not landing,

are we?

[thwack]

Yes, we are landing,

and you're gonna be

locked up for what you did

to my friend,

hijo de puta!

[beeping]

[soft whirring]

[whooshing]

Oh, sh*t!

[groans] Uhh...

Matt, what's going on?

Some plane

almost crashed into us.

[percussive chords]

Look at that.

They must've had us on their

radar for quite some time

if all those planes

are stayin' up for us.

[ominous chords]

I've never seen anything

like this.

Look, those two

just got really close.

I-is that normal?

Do you think it's because

of the holiday traffic?

Kyle, God damn it,

you can't move around.

Get back and sit down.

Something's wrong here.

[dramatic sting]

We should've appeared

on that

plane's positioning system.

They must've

simply overlooked us.

It can happen in crowded

airspace like this.

- Kyle, come back here!

- But look...

they're all flying

way too close to each other.

I mean, this just doesn't look

like supervised airspace.

What are you trying to say?

I really hope

I'm wrong but...

what if we're not

the only ones

with malfunctioning

collision avoidance?

[intense musical build-up]

But that's impossible!

A failure

of positioning systems

on multiple planes

at the same time?

Maybe some of the planes

were affected

by the electromagnetic pulses

from the thunderstorm too.

I mean, there aren't any

walls to pass through, right?

[muted boom]

[ominous sting]

Oh, my God.

Holy sh*t.

All those people.

Matt, I don't know

what's going on

but let's get

out of here now.

He's right, we should climb.

Trying to land here is nuts.

I'll set a course to

the closest airport.

It can't be far.

No, wait,

that's probably where

most of the others

will be heading too.

We should aim farther afield.

Okay, just let me get

outta here first, all right?

[somber music]

So just to let everyone know,

I've set a course

for Kansas City.

We'll be landing in an hour.

And there's a hospital

there too.

Awesome.

Try to get some rest

before we land.

I think your temperature's

elevated.

Let's see

what the news says

about what's happening

in Chicago.

Good idea.

[static buzzing]

Damn, there's no

signal anywhere.

Leave it on.

Maybe it'll come back.

Guys, I've been thinking.

What if all those planes

didn't actually want to land?

Like if there was an emergency

down in Chicago airport?

Right, like if some

terrorist just got caught.

I heard they'd shut down

the entire airport then.

Oh, what, and all

the positioning systems

on all the planes fail

at the same time?

I mean that's a bit of a

coincidence, don't you think?

I heard some touched us, too.

You shut the f*** up,

all right?

Kyle!

What's happening to him?

We have to go back and land.

But... why?

The bullet... it must've

caused an infection.

If it's not removed right away

it could go septic,

and he could die.

You can't land in Chicago.

It's far too dangerous.

Is there really

no other way?

No, there isn't.

But can't you take the

bullet out yourself, Lisa?

I mean, if we go back,

we could all die, right?

She's right.

Going back would be suicide.

Roxy, I'm in my third

semester in medicine.

I'm not a surgeon!

[intense musical build-up]

I'm not gonna let

my brother die.

What do you think

you're doing?

I'm sorry man,

but we can't turn around.

You know that.

- Are you out of your mind?

- You want to put us all

- in danger?

- Can't you at least try, Lisa?

But I've never done

anything like this before.

[dramatic music]

- Matt!

- He's my brother,

- for Christ's sake.

- Matt, Matt, calm down!

Calm down!

You'd do the same

in my position.

So now...

it's all down to Lisa.

[weakly] I trust you Lisa.

You can do it.

All right...

let's prepare

a space in the back.

[lightning crackling]

Let's see what else we have.

There's some bandages.

That's good.

And this pair of

plastic tweezers.

And alcohol sterilization.

[loud rattling]

Keep the plane still, Matt!

I'm trying...

it's the weather.

I hope this doesn't happen

while I'm pulling

the bullet out of his wound.

Right.

Okay, get to work on that.

[suspenseful music]

[Kyle grunts]

Okay.

This is gonna sting

a little.

Uhh...

I think I can see

the bullet.

I'm gonna start now,

okay Kyle?

[breathing hard]

[grunts]

[loud rattling]

[lightning crackling]

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, stick it in me,

will you?

[groans] Ohh!

Ohh...

Oh!

Damn,

this thing's slippery.

[intense music]

Okay, got it.

Hand me the knife.

This will close the wound.

[dramatic musical sting]

Your fever's dropped.

So how'd I do?

You're gonna be okay.

I knew you could do it.

Now you can call yourself

a real doctor.

[chuckles]

Kyle...

There hasn't

really been a chance

for me to say... thank you.

[soft music]

For saving my life.

Looks like you just

returned the favor.

Lisa...

I want to apologize

for the way I was last year.

I was all wrong about you.

I see that now.

Funny.

For a moment there

I thought...

she's your girl.

You guys better get ready.

Be landing in a few minutes.

Matt, wait.

Don't you think it's safer

if I sit in the co-pilot

seat for landing?

Whoa, cowboy,

you need to get some rest.

I know, it's just...

given our situation,

I think it'd be safer to have

the second pilot in place

just in case anything

unexpected happened.

He's right.

I'll carry him through.

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