Skybound Page #6

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were devastating enough."

"Radiation never reached

the U.S.,

"as radiation range

"exponentially

decreases over water.

In this case,

the Pacific Ocean."

Great,

feeling smarter now?

You're right,

it's... useless.

Well, this one seems to be

telling some sort of range.

How do you know that?

I was always good at math.

Didn't wanna study it though.

Too boring.

Honey, are you kidding me?

Did you think I was dumb,

or what?

So if I give you

our fuel range,

can you make something

out of it?

Well, let's see.

That one seems to stand

for explosive force,

which we know is about

seven times higher now.

Didn't you just so, Kyle?

Uh, yeah, I did.

All right, tell me how much

fuel's left

- and, uh, do we have a map?

- Yeah.

Okay. Bring it to me

and... a shot of something?

I need to wake up.

[anticipatory music]

No, go ahead,

tear it apart.

Patience.

[chorus vocalizing]

Okay, so based upon

our remaining fuel,

and assuming

that either Los Angeles

or San Francisco were hit,

we can't get far enough

anymore going north or south.

And since the east is

where we're coming from,

the only safe place we

still could reach lies west,

about 300 miles before

the Hawaiian Islands.

But that's in the water.

How are supposed to land there,

Roxy?

How should I know?

Can I have another one

of these, please?

I sure wanna be drunk

when I die.

[glass thunks down]

Is there really

nowhere else we can go?

Nope,

contamination everywhere.

Then we are dead.

Only 300 miles away

from Hawaii?

But can we make that somehow?

- What if we lost weight?

- Oh, forget it.

You would never ever

gain that much more range

by doing that.

Not by tossing out the

suitcases, you couldn't.

But what if we ripped

out the entire interior?

I mean the TVs,

the seats, everything.

You cannot be serious.

What if we take

everything apart,

including the bathroom,

and throw it out?

Then with a little luck,

maybe?

Come on,

what have we got to lose?

[dramatic music]

[grunts]

Ah!

[wind howling]

[glass shatters in background]

[wind whistling]

[anticipatory music]

Okay, so the computer

should automatically

detect our new weight

and calculating

if we have enough fuel

to reach Hawaii.

So here goes.

[suspenseful music]

What?

Just 80 more miles.

Not even a third more.

See, I told you.

Oh, that's just great Kyle,

to have known that in advance.

That's really great

and so f***ing helpful.

All right, you can

shut the f*** up.

- Make me.

- Guys, take it easy, come on.

You're so smart little bro,

you're the smartest kid I know.

You know what?

You can be real proud

of yourself Matty,

you know why?

'Cause now we can't even

get the news broadcasts

anymore, can we?

Stop it, both of you!

What's gotten into you?

This isn't gonna help anyone.

Damn it!

I'm sorry.

[Matt breathing heavily]

So what else can we do?

Maybe just fly north or south,

as far as possible,

and then land?

After all,

Roxy's calculations

might be slightly off

to our advantage.

Yeah,

but even if they are off,

one thing's for sure...

the difference between

how far we must travel

over ground

or over water is extreme.

We've all read

the radiation range

dramatically

decreases over water.

So if we go north or south,

we might stay within

radiation range?

No, we will for sure.

Sh*t.

Last year I was on

a passenger plane

headed for Buenos Aires,

and one side's engine failed.

But the pilot managed

to land the plane

as if nothing had happened.

Even during landing, you

wouldn't have noticed a thing.

All smooth.

What are you saying?

If we could remove

one of the engines,

we'd probably lose

the necessary weight

to make it all the way

to Hawaii.

What?

Remove one of the engines?

How the hell are we

supposed to do that?

This here is steel.

That out there is only

aluminum.

You wanna walk out

onto a wing

and cut off one of

the engines?

Are you insane?

Matt, that's suicide.

He's only messing with

you anyway.

I say let's try it.

What?

We have to at least try,

right?

I mean,

even I heard of failed engines

on passenger planes

that still landed safely.

Odin, even if we reduce our

speed as much as possible,

we'd still have to stay

above 160 miles an hour,

otherwise the plane just

drops out of the air.

So you ever stick your hand out

of your car going that speed?

Then you might know

the feeling.

But look,

the engine's mounting

is right above the wing.

Just like two yards away,

and we still got those belts

to hold Matt from the inside.

We even have the

parachute's belts.

All right, count me

out of this one.

But I can't bro, we need

someone to level the plane

when the engine comes off,

to restore the balance.

Whatever.

I know you still

love her, Kyle.

But I love her too.

I guess that's just too bad,

isn't it?

Matt, please.

But either way,

little brother,

she'll die and we'll die

if you and I

don't stop fighting

and start working together.

I know you're smart, Kyle.

Way smarter than me.

It was always like that.

But sometimes...

you have to take a chance.

You must take a risk.

Try the impossible.

You know,

if we don't act now,

we're dead already.

This plane...

it's gonna be our tomb.

Either we'll crash because

we run out of fuel

or we're gonna land and die

from radiation eventually.

Or...

we can fight.

Fight our way back

into the light.

We can climb out of this tomb!

Even if we're...

we're scared and desperate,

and the only way to do it

sounds insane.

We can't let out egos get

in the way anymore, Kyle.

You and I...

need to work together...

as brothers.

Or we will die

as individuals.

[stirring music]

[wind howling]

You really think

it was such a good idea

to take the canvas off?

What would be the point

in landing?

Yeah, right.

[soft music]

Well, it's been quite a

first date, hasn't it Lisa?

It has.

But you know...

it's not over yet.

You promised to take me home,

remember?

Yeah, I promise.

[emotional music]

I'll wait for you to do that.

Okay, speed down to 160.

Let's do this sh*t.

[dramatic sting]

[engine whirring]

Jesus!

[dramatic vocalization]

Matt!

[intense chords]

Look,

he made it, he's hitting it!

Yeah baby, whoo!

[Matt shouting]

[electricity buzzing]

[power-down whine]

There! For a moment

it was disconnected

from the electricity.

Come on Matt, hold on!

[Matt shouting]

[electricity buzzing]

Oh, God!

[alarm beeping]

Hurry up guys... it has to

come off now or we'll crash.

I can't reach the end.

F***!

[groaning]

- [alarm continues]

- I can't hold it any longer.

[women scream]

[percussive music]

[no sound under percussion]

[intense musical build-up]

[no sound]

[build-up continues]

[alarm continues]

No!

[alarm beeping]

Ah...

It worked!

The plane's back in balance!

[laughs]

We made it!

[somber instrumentals]

Where's Matt?

[quiet crying]

[soft chords]

Here.

Thanks, Lisa.

Still minus 26 miles till

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