97 Minutes (2023) - full transcript
A hijacked 767 will crash in just 97 minutes when its fuel runs out. Against the strong will of NSA Deputy Toyin, NSA Director Hawkins prepares to have the plane shot down before it does any catastrophic damage on the ground, leav...
- Oceanic 420, heavy.
Any PIREPS on the
headwinds coming in?
- Roger that.
97 minutes fuel time remaining.
Ladies and gentlemen, this
is your captain speaking.
Hope you've been enjoying
the flight up 'til now
and managed to get a
little bit of sleep
on this red eye to New York.
We've got a slight headwind,
which has really affected
our arrival time.
Our wonderful flight attendants
are doing one last
round of refreshments,
and make sure you enjoy the
tail end of this flight.
New York is a brisk 65,
and if you look out
the windows as we land
in a little over
an hour and a half
you'll see the sun
rising over Manhattan.
Sit back, enjoy the ride.
The turbulence
should be minimal.
- He's got a gun!
He's got a gun!
- Air marshal!
Just calm down.
Nobody has to get hurt.
- What happened?
- Get up!
Get him outta here, come on!
Come on.
- Yes.
- Chief, you better
come out here.
Flight 420 and 30, last
track two niner five.
Copy that.
Steak-knife, come in.
- Steak-knife, please respond.
Steak-knife, do you copy?
Over.
- Sit rep?
Our 767 out of Heathrow
just pinged gold, chief.
- Transponders still tracking?
- Switched off.
Radar track only.
- And our assets?
- No contact yet.
- Do we know their current fuel?
- 77 minutes of
current reserves.
- Course 295, course 295.
Copy?
- Toyin.
- Look sharp.
The director's on his way now.
- How did he look?
- Pissed.
- What?
- The tin man's here.
- Great.
- Director Hawkins, I-
- Tell me about the bird, Toyin.
- Oceanic Flight 420,
out of Heathrow to JFK,
dropped off the transponder
network at 04:11 hours.
Confirmed multiple
armed hostiles on board.
- What about the failsafe?
- Disengaged locally.
- How
was it disengaged?
- We're not sure.
Could have been damaged
during the takeover,
or they figured out
how to disarm it.
- Without the failsafe,
auto pilot won't be able
to realign the airplane
to a safe airport.
- So they can't
fly it and we can't fly it.
- No, the plane's
gonna crash, sir.
- Do we know how many hijackers?
- Five.
- Have we made
contact with them?
Do they have any demands?
- Not with the hijackers, no,
but we've been getting
intermittent signals
from our asset on board.
- What asset?
- Come in.
Steak-knife, can you copy?
- Shut up!
- Have you seen my dad?
- You're what?
How the hell would I know?
- He's flying the plane.
- Son...
- Dad?
Dad!
Help him, please!
- Shit...
Hey, stop doing that, kid.
Stop, stop that.
I need a med kit.
- Economy.
In the back.
Economy.
In the back.
- What's he saying?
Dad.
- What's your name?
- Samuel.
- Give me your hand.
I need you to hold pressure
on your dad's neck here.
Use both your hands.
I'm gonna go find a med kit.
Listen, don't let go, okay?
Shit.
- Come in.
Steak-knife.
- What are you looking for?
- Med kit.
Pilot's been shot.
- Can I help you?
- Shut up!
- Find me someone, a
nurse, a doctor, anyone.
- Okay, go before they see you.
I'll come and find you.
- We need someone
with medical training.
Medical training.
Anybody with medical training?
A nurse, doctor...
- My God, I think
someone's been shot.
They need a doctor.
- A nurse, doctor?
Please.
- He's one of them.
- Please.
- Nobody move!
- Who is this asset?
- Deep cover operative.
Works with our friends
across the pond.
Implanted with the transnational
extremist cell in Ukraine
late last year.
- Russian separatists.
- We don't know
their agenda yet.
- It seems we don't know
much of anything, do we?
- Well, we have a very weak
signal via satellite comm relay.
Miniaturized
earpiece from DARPA.
- Why didn't our asset warn us?
- With all the intel we've been
getting on detainees lately,
the current SOP
for these guys is,
don't tell your people the plan
until it's time for
them to know the plan.
Best guess is--
- I don't want guesses, Toyin.
I need intel.
- Play the last transmission.
This is Steak-Knife.
We have a hijack situation.
Is Naznas waiting?
I repeat, is Naznas waiting?
- Naznas.
CIA picked that up
on their chatter too.
All right, first
order of business.
ID the hijackers.
Get on the horn with
the asset's handler,
find out everything you
can about the embed.
Track every ground
and airline employee
with access to that plane
to the last three ports.
Second, we need
eyeballs on that plane.
AWACS diverted onstation
and F-22's ready for a
Code Orange scramble.
I don't know who's that was,
but that's my office now.
I need a secure line to the
White House, and a coffee.
Black, no sugar.
- Director Hawkins.
You're initiating a Code Orange?
On whose authority?
- I think I just mentioned
the White House, didn't I?
- Sir, we have a
man on the inside.
If we just give him time...
- Your comm link is down.
Your asset is in
way over his head.
You've got five armed
hostiles in control of a 767.
I would say that our
opportunity vanished
the moment that
failsafe was disabled.
- But this can't
be our first play.
- This is not the beginning
of some heroic story.
In 10 minutes, our birds
will be in the air,
and 20 minutes after that,
they'll be in the
position to end this.
And some innocent
people are going to die
so that more innocent
people will live.
- RAD 21, please
confirm we are firing
at passenger aircraft on sight.
- Confirmed, RAD 21.
Rules of engagement are
FOS and weapons free.
Locate and destroy flight.
- Copy that.
- Sam, move to the inside.
- I found us a doctor.
They didn't see us leave.
- I saw three of
them down there.
- I saw two in the front.
- Is he gonna be okay?
- He's gonna be fine, Sam.
- Put your hand on this.
Just get 'em round his side or
else we got a problem, okay?
I'll get some some water.
- Allow me.
I bandaged many
wounds in the war.
- Keep him alive.
We'll need him.
- If he stops
breathing, call me.
Only me.
- Steak-knife.
Steak-knife, do you copy?
Steak-knife, come in.
Respond, please.
- We're running out of time.
We need that link-up.
- I tried
every keyhole in range.
He might be receiving,
he might not.
- What about the failsafe?
Is there some way to re engage?
- Not if it's
a hardware issue, no.
Okay.
Here we go.
Okay, yes.
- What is it?
- I have a friend at the CIA
who's been tracking all
this Naznas chatter.
He found a thread on
the Ukrainian dark web.
- This is bad.
- What?
- Naznas is a code for a
mass extermination event.
This is some end of
days type shit here.
I mean, if our hijackers
were actually messing around
with something they're
calling Naznas,
well, then, this is more
than just a hijacking.
This whole thing is gonna
get a hell of a lot worse.
- Let's not let it get worse.
- What the fuck, Orca?
You shot all the attendants.
You could have brought
the plane down.
Do not fire your weapon again.
- I take orders from
God, not from you.
- You don't like it?
Get off my plane.
- You're fucking weak.
- You keep an eye on him.
- Agreed.
Let's go.
- Who was that woman
with the pilot?
- She's a doctor.
She's keeping him alive.
You don't have control.
- Don't worry about that.
You just keep an eye
on the passengers.
- Phone.
- Goran was supposed
to collect the phones!
- Whose fucking phone is it?
Show me your phone.
Show me your phone.
- Give him your phones!
Give him your phones!
- Give me the phone.
Give me the phone.
Good boy.
- What's going on?
- Shut the fuck up.
Keep walking.
- Where are you taking me?
- Shut up.
- No, no no no!
- Shut the fuck up!
- No, no, no, no, no.
- Shut up!
Do you know what this is?
This is satellite
communications.
Do terrorists have satellites,
or do states have satellites?
- So what the fuck are you?
- I'm Interpol.
- What, like, undercover?
- Yeah, like, undercover.
- Oh, you're full of shit.
- Really?
Then why haven't I put a bullet
in your fucking head yet?
- We need to involve
the other passengers.
- You do not blow my cover.
- You just did.
- You're one person.
The more people know,
the more likely the
hijackers will know.
So, for both our fucking
sakes, keep it shut.
I could use your help.
- Goran!
- Move!
- What is that?
- Nothing.
It belonged to my son.
- Shrapnel?
- Yeah.
- How old was your son?
- We need to get to the pilot.
Come on.
- What is that?
- Surveillance footage
of the flight maintenance
on a fuel stop in Qatar.
I have a friend there.
- Anything?
- Where's the Heathrow footage?
- Server crashed, sir.
- Before or after takeoff?
- 20 minutes before.
- Tell me you don't
believe in coincidence.
- No, sir.
- Give me more, please.
- Fucking animal.
- Hey, you doing okay?
- Please stand back.
Hey, I need you to
get me blankets,
towels, anything we can
use as bandages, okay?
Go.
- All right.
- Okay, Sammy, I'm gonna take
care of your daddy, all right?
I need you to stay
really calm, okay?
He's an undercover agent.
He's gonna help us,
all right, sweetie?
He's gonna save us.
Don't you worry, okay?
You stay calm.
- Hey, I got these.
- Okay.
I told him about you.
- After I specifically
told you not to?
- Yeah.
But we need the other
passengers, all right?
- Tell me this.
When the doctor told you
that smoking causes cancer,
did you start straight away
or did you give it a
fucking day or two?
- I don't understand.
- The more people
know my identity,
the worse it is for
your fucking health.
- Everything okay over there?
- Yeah, we're good.
Aren't we good?
Do your fucking job.
- Are you okay?
- Huh?
Oh!
Oh, yeah, yeah.
- How long have you
been a terrorist?
- You know what, Sam?
I don't really consider
myself a terrorist.
- Then what are you?
- I'm just a man who's
about to get your father
a glass of water.
- Shit.
We're flying too high, too fast.
Anan.
- What's happening?
- Where's the altimeter?
- 30,000.
It's steady.
It's not rising.
- No, we're level.
- Cabin pressure.
- 15 psi.
We're over pressured.
Normally, it's nine,
nine and a half.
Goran's gun may have
punctured the fuselage.
- There's gotta be a problem
with the cabin
pressurization system.
- It's rising.
Past 17, the hull could rupture.
- How much time do I have?
- Five minutes.
- Shit.
Hey.
Wake him up.
- No, he's still unstable.
- Hey!
I need the pilot to help
me fix the cabin pressure.
- He'll die.
- If you don't wake
him up, we'll all die.
- No, everything I've done
up until now is just basic.
I can't be responsible for...
- Hey!
You're not responsible.
You didn't shoot him.
Wake him up.
It's gonna be okay, Sam.
- Hey.
Sam...
Where's your EpiPen, Sam?
- In the back.
- Meds, meds.
Go get all the meds.
- Marko!
Everybody, listen up.
I need your medication now.
- We need meds.
Asthma inhalers, EpiPens,
anything you've got.
- Come on, come on, come on!
- Okay.
- Hey, this is
everything they got.
- 17 psi.
- Hey.
Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.
- Too little Epi, he stays out.
Too much, he codes.
- Relax.
- That's two.
- Nothing's happening.
- That's not enough.
- Just wait.
- He needs more.
- He could stroke out.
- Do it.
- No, wait.
Please.
- Hey, Sam, Sam, look
at me, look at me!
You've gotta trust her
to do her job right now.
Okay?
- 17.4 psi.
- Do it.
- 17.6!
- Do it!
Now!
- What's happening?
Where am I?
- Hey, hey.
The plane's been hijacked.
A bullet has pierced
the hull somewhere.
We're losing cabin pressure
and we're at 17 psi.
How do I fix it?
- The valve must
be stuck in manual.
Flip it to automatic.
That will help
regulate the pressure.
- Where is the valve?
Captain!
What's happening?
Inject him again.
- No, he'll stroke.
- We are out of time!
- Row seventeen, red
valve, blue conduit.
- Got it.
- Save my boy, please.
Save my boy.
- 17.8.
17.9!
18!
17.8.
16.
14 and falling.
- You killed him.
You killed him, you killed him,
you killed him, you killed him!
- Hey.
- Sit down!
- Alex?
You did everything you could.
Let me see your hand.
- I'm good.
- Just give me your hand.
You're wrong, you know.
- Am I?
- I quit everything.
I quit my residency.
- I guess you had your reasons.
- Yeah.
Yeah, shitty ex.
He was a narcissist.
Needed me to think that I
was worthless without him.
And he was really
good, you know?
Towards the end, I
almost did believe him.
We fought a lot,
slept even less,
and one day I administered
meds to a patient
without checking their charts.
Those were meds, they'd
already been given.
And that's the day
that I quit my marriage
and my residency.
- I'm sorry.
- Yeah, me, too.
- Seven.
- What?
- My son.
He was seven.
- What now?
- We wait.
- No.
We have to take
control of the plane.
It looks like a toy.
- Yeah, it looks like a
toy, but it's not a toy.
It's a 3D printed gun,
basically the same
as a real one,
with a two shot capacity.
- How does it work?
- Cock the hammer,
sensitive trigger.
- No magazine?
- Magazine.
Point.
And shoot.
Got it?
- Yeah.
- Come on, Remy.
The F22s are gonna be
on them any minute!
- I'm trying.
- Try harder, man!
- Steak-knife, come in.
- Do you have your man?
- This is Steak-knife.
- Yes, go on.
- The pilot's dead.
There's no one to fly
the goddamn plane.
What's the plan now?
- What do I tell him?
- There's no way to reestablish
the failsafe control
from the ground?
- Not if there's
mechanical damage, no.
- Well, what about him?
Can't we transfer a packet
that he can install locally,
or something?
- Not at 30,000 feet.
- What's the ETA on the raptors?
- Six minutes, sir.
- Where are they now?
- Farm County, PA.
- You tell them we'll
have remote control
of the failsafe
system in 10 minutes.
- Yes, sir.
- You want him to stand down
so the F22s can shoot him down.
- Sometimes you have
to put down your dog.
Nobody wants to.
- But you're making
sure that happens.
- Look, if you have a
magic bullet, I'm all ears.
If not...
- Roger.
Roger, Steak-knife.
Do not take any action.
Ground control will regain
failsafe control remotely
in 10 minutes.
- Good news?
- Not sure yet.
You need to find somewhere
to sit down and buckle up.
Go on.
- Sit the fuck down!
- Sit down, you!
- Hey, we need to do something.
- I don't know what.
What do they want?
- I don't know.
I say we make a stand.
- Sit, sit!
Get the fuck down.
You!
- Even if we overpower them,
who's gonna fly the plane?
That lady saw the pilot
lying on the floor dead.
- We'll figure something out.
It's time to make a move.
- Get back to your fucking seat.
Get back to your fucking seat.
- Kim, I'm so scared.
- Ssh.
Okay.
All right, I need you to
stay inside here, okay?
Be brave.
Don't open the door
to anyone, okay?
Do not open for anyone.
- Where's Goran?
- I'm not his
fucking babysitter.
I haven't seen him.
- Orca, pick up the phone.
Orca, pick up.
Is Goran back there?
- No.
- Are you alone?
- No, I'm with Leika.
Why, what's wrong?
- Alex is distracted
by the passengers.
He's either losing
his way, or...
- What?
- Just find Goran.
- I've told you, you
trust Alex way too much.
- Overwatch,
it's RAD 21.
Please confirm you're
fixed on target.
- Target is at 3-5-0,
holding steady on
previous course.
- Copy that.
We'll intercept at 4.5.
- We have to do something.
Warn him.
- Yeah, but what
good will that do?
Besides, any communication
will be monitored.
Wait.
- What?
- Wait, wait, wait.
Sigint.
Signal interrupt.
I can fire a white noise,
then modulate the
connection to the satellite.
On his end, it will
just cut in and out.
Right?
Like dots and dashes.
- Morse code.
- We could get in a hell
of a lot of trouble.
- Do it.
- All right.
- Shit.
- Rad 21
at eight-nine-niner.
Target acquired.
- Tell him it's headed
to the starboard side,
impact in 45 seconds.
- All right, 45 seconds.
- Sidewinder
is locked and loaded.
On my mark.
Two.
One.
Fire!
- What is it?
What is it?
- Negative impact.
- Shit!
- Marko, come with me!
- What the fuck was that?
- What are you doing?
Anan!
Anan!
- Second strike
to launch, vector in range.
Arming A to A.
- What was that?
- Unknown, sir.
- You motherfucker.
- What is it?
- Ghosts.
Sir, I have ghosts.
- What the hell?
- Multiple phantoms.
- Must be HBTD.
- To confirm,
A985 frequency.
- Can't be.
That's Russian.
- HBTD?
- High-band transmission device.
Soviet bombers used them
to confuse American radar
during the cold war.
- Radar is useless.
We're flying blind!
- Friendly confirmed!
Heavy out of Atlanta
in our airspace!
- Christ, we were supposed
to have clear air!
Who gave them that
fucking clearance?
- Raptor 2 back in
formation for second launch.
- Goddamn it!
Abort!
- Do what she says.
- Raptor abort!
Raptor abort!
- Negative, control.
Cannot abort.
- What the hell...
- It's gonna hit!
I'm too close!
- Hey.
- That's
a direct hit, sir.
- Oh, my God!
We're taking on debris!
- We lost the friendly.
Raptor One, come in.
Raptor Two, do you copy?
Sir, we've lost both F22s.
- That's why we sent three.
- Raptor 3 engaged.
- Move!
Move!
- She's in the clear.
Missile grazed it, sir.
- All right, let's get
them back on mission.
- What?
No.
No, you cannot go
through with this.
We are shooting at
unarmed civilians
in uncontrolled airspace.
- No, we're shooting
down a 200 ton missile
that's gonna kill a lot
of unarmed civilians.
This is war, chief.
They started it and
we're responding.
The order stands.
Terminate on sight.
- What is that?
That's an impact trigger.
- Yes.
- That's a nuclear warhead.
- What do you think
the Americans will do
when a Russian nuclear
bomb destroys their city?
How long will the world burn?
- You want to start a war
between the superpowers?
- No, Marko.
I want a world
without superpowers.
What we do today is the
beginning of their end.
- Asghar, pull up
the Qatar footage.
And have our asset there
pick up the engineer.
Wait a minute...
Sir, I have something
you may want to see.
All right, look here.
This is the kit
trolley in Qatar,
tarmac security in
the last three days.
What do you see?
- They're loading the planes.
- Right, all 767s,
one load per plane.
- What's your point?
- Okay, so here's our 767.
There are two crates.
All right, now
look at the wheels.
Before, and after.
- Now, that's carrying
some serious weight.
Now how much do those
Russian scramblers weigh?
- 20, 30 pounds.
- That engineer left more
than just a scrambler
on that plane.
- Raptor
three is in position.
I'm waiting for a go code.
- Sir, the raptor
is waiting on your go command.
- What is it?
- It could be anything.
- But, you think it's something.
What?
Sir, we don't believe
in coincidences, right?
- Back during the Cold War,
the Soviets developed
a handful of low yield
portable devices.
Once the wall came down,
almost half of them
disappeared overnight.
- Wait a second.
Low yield?
Sir, you're talking about--
- You're talking about nukes.
Are we looking at
Russian involvement?
- No, it was smuggled
through Lithuania years ago,
along with the scramblers.
Division has been trying
to track them ever since.
- Jesus Christ.
- Naznas.
A nuclear blast.
Yes, go ahead.
Uh-huh.
Wait, this has been confirmed?
- What?
- Engineer's talking.
Says there's a nuclear
device placed on that flight.
Thank you.
- I need the SecDef on
the phone right away.
Abort.
- Abort, abort.
Abort.
- Mr. Secretary, we
have a situation here.
I suggest we go to
Defcon Two immediately.
- Leika...
- Orca!
- Okay, so look, I got the
specs on one of these things.
It's a fucking
nasty piece of work.
See, look, here.
It's fitted with an
impact detonator.
- So now we have to
shoot it out of the sky.
There's no other choice.
- Nuclear explosion
at that altitude
creates an EMP pulse that'll
knock the Eastern Seaboard
back into the Stone Age.
- So, we can't shoot
it out of the sky,
and the nuke goes
off when it crashes.
- Exactly.
- God damn...
- Sir.
I have something I
think you should hear.
We pulled this down off a
geostationary DMSP satcom
about 20 minutes ago.
It's a signal between Oceanic
402 and this facility.
- You got lucky.
- I did what I
thought was right.
- Who the fuck do
you think you are?
We're not in some ethics
seminar at Harvard Law.
We're not here to do
what we think is right.
We're here to follow orders.
You deliberately disobeyed me.
- And stopped a nuke from-
- Please don't interrupt me.
The only reason
you're not wearing
government issued
bracelets right now
is because of that nuke.
- There's still a chance!
- How do you know?
- Because there's
always a chance!
- How many times have you
applied for the director's job,
my job, and been rejected?
- Five.
- You still believe
there's a chance?
Because you haven't lost.
Because you haven't really lost.
You haven't learned
how difficult
the consequences of
indecision can be.
You haven't had to make
a call on a sleeper cell,
responsible for the
bombings of grade schools,
only to have Washington
stand you down
because they didn't
want to escalate.
You didn't have to stay
up for two weeks straight
because your daughter
was kidnapped
by that same cell
that Washington told
you not to touch.
You didn't have to
watch her beheading
on a livestream.
- I'm sorry.
- Luck runs out.
And the only reason you
think there's still a chance
is because you don't know
what the world really is.
- Maybe not.
But I know what it can be.
- You can go.
- What do we do now?
- Listen to me.
This is a suicide mission.
They're using this
plane as a missile.
- We don't know that for sure.
- Our own government
tried to shoot us down.
Nobody's coming.
We're on our own.
- Heathrow finally came through
with the security footage.
We're running face
analysis on it now.
- Where are we with
that comm link?
- Seven minutes until the
satellite's in range, sir.
- Let's stop bullshitting!
Our guy needs a plan, and now.
- All right, just
take that back.
It's no good.
Go back and see what they say.
- Fuck!
- Shut the fuck up.
Shut the fuck up.
- Let him go!
- Fuck!
- Give me the gun
Stop fucking around.
- Let me ask you this.
What is the greatest
struggle, my brother?
- To avenge the slaughter
of the innocents.
- What I am asking is a
more difficult question.
The path that you were
on will not lead you
to the peace you are seeking.
- Vengeance is both rational
and morally justifiable
in the face of injustice.
Prompted to my vengeance
by both heaven and hell.
- You missed the
moral of that story.
Hamlet is blinded
by his revenge.
It steers him down
a path of evil.
His deeds inevitably
become worse and worse
without him realizing the
gradual corruption of his soul.
The struggle to forbid
the evil to mend the good,
this battle, this is the
greatest struggle, my brother.
The journey to
find the true way.
- You're not my brother.
- Remy.
- Jesus, Chief.
- I know how we can
reboot the failsafe.
- How?
- We reinstall it.
- What?
- The backup boot
is still up there
on the main flight
control server.
Now that the failsafe
has been disengaged,
we can install the
package remotely.
- Yeah, but sir, we have
no way of transmitting
the run code.
The packet's way too big
for a commercial airline
to receive it at that altitude.
- But not the raptor escort.
They get mission
packages twice that size.
- What, you're saying the
raptor becomes a relay?
- Once you download the package,
the install will
take care of itself,
and we'll have a
fresh failsafe ready
to accept the
default set up codes.
Can you do this for me, Remy?
- Absolutely, sir.
- Goran!
You.
Get back to your seat.
- Can I
please have some water?
Please!
- Shut up!
- Facial analysis just
finished the Heathrow footage.
We got IDs on all but one.
- Slouris.
- Enid Slouris?
- Now we know where
they're headed.
- Where?
- Here.
He's coming for me.
- Anan, what are you doing?
- Why is Slouris coming
here to kill you?
- Because history always
catches up with you.
- You knew him?
- I created him,
after my daughter.
- What did you do?
- I wanted to hurt as
many of them as I could.
I didn't care what it cost
or who had to pay the price.
The man most responsible
for Catarina's death,
that's Enid's wife,
was named Abdul Hamas.
He worked out ofa local market,
using civilians in a nearby
village as human shields.
He didn't think we would risk
that kind of collateral damage,
but intelligence
didn't know about
the ammonium nitrate
munitions depot.
One of the boys in that school
was the son of Enid Slouris.
After that...
Slouris became a virus.
He infects other extremist
terrorist groups,
he perverts their
supposed politics.
He uses them for
his own purpose.
Remember that attack in
Cape Town two years ago?
- Yeah, that was
Green September.
- That was Slouris
using Green September.
- And now he's on that
plane coming for you.
- I need to go to the cockpit.
- Did your friends get in touch?
- Just get the passengers
ready to roll on my signal.
- There's four of them
between us and the cockpit.
- Five.
- I know Alex is with us.
He can fly the plane.
- That makes no sense,
he killed that guy.
- I don't have time to explain.
You're just gonna
have to trust me.
- If we do nothing, we will die.
We must take a stand together.
- I'm not doing anything
until we can prove that-
- You don't have a choice.
He's the only one
who can help us.
- Shut up!
What do you think you're doing?
Shut up.
- Somebody has a plan and
we're taking over the plane.
- Orca!
- This is it!
- Again!
- We are with you, my brother.
- You are a traitor Alex!
- The traitor was Marco.
Doctor.
I think some of your
passengers may need your help.
I'm good.
- Yeah, they're all down.
- Steak-knife,
can you hear me?
- Who is this?
- NSA Director Hawkins.
Steak-knife, priority
one, enter the cockpit.
- Mr. Hawkins...
Copy that.
- If anyone's wounded,
let yourself be known.
- Steak-knife, your F22 escort
is standing by to transmit
the reset codes for
your failsafe system.
- What good does that do me?
- You'll automatically be
diverted to runway 2882,
10 mile due South of
your current position.
Once the failsafe is
restored, you'll have to reset
the navigation breakers
under the center console.
- 10 miles...
We don't have enough fuel, sir.
- Yes, you do.
There's still a chance.
- Can you really fly this thing?
- When I flip the switch
on these navigation busses,
the control system
will lose power.
- And then what?
- Buckle up.
- I need everyone to buckle up!
- Antenna's online, sir.
- Yep.
- Raptor 3, transmit.
- Roger, command.
Transmitting packet.
- It's done, sir.
- Reset the breakers.
- Come on!
You're mine now.
- Nice work, Steak-knife.
Now, you need to input
the authorization code
to give the failsafe control.
The code is Tango
Oscar Sierra Mike
Hotel Echo Lima Lima Five Four.
Steak-knife, did
you copy my last?
We can't engage the
system without the code.
- I'm dead...
Dead.
- No.
No, you're not dead.
- Are they dead?
The others?
- Yeah.
They're all dead.
Except for the undercover
agent that intercepted you.
- No...
I'm the Interpol agent....
- What?
- Steak-knife,
I need to hear you.
Use the code.
Steak-knife, are you hearing me?
Please confirm
you have the code.
- This is Steak-knife.
Identification code
Alpha-Six-Three-Five.
Operation American City
infiltration is a ruse.
Team's real mission
is hijacking.
I repeat, hijacking.
There are five armed
hijackers onboard.
Do you copy?
- Everyone, stay calm.
Move to the left of
the airplane, please.
Now, ma'am.
- Steak-knife,
can you hear me?
Steak-knife, are you there?
- He never was, Mr. Hawkins.
- Slouris!
- Roll my sleeve.
These are the access
codes to the cockpit door.
You have to stop him.
- No, no, no, no, no, I can't...
I can't fly the plane.
- You can't let him
crash the plane.
There's a nuke on board.
- No...
No.
Okay, okay...
- No!
No!
I'll be with you soon.
Stop!
- No, you lied to me!
- Just stop.
- Why did you kill
your own people?
- I had no choice.
When they found the earpiece,
I knew one of them was
an undercover agent.
I just didn't know which one.
I had to kill them all.
- I helped you...
God, you...
- No.
God has nothing to do with this.
- Then what, Alex?
Why?
- Justice.
- So we all die
for your justice?
Who dies for ours?
When does it stop?
- It never stops.
Give me the fucking...
Fuck!
You fucking shot me.
- Are you okay?
Okay, come on.
Okay...
- Are we gonna crash?
- We're gonna try not to.
Hello?
Hello, is anyone there?
Can anyone hear me?
- Someone's
on the pilot channel.
- Patch me in.
- Can anyone help me?
- Identify yourself.
- My name is Kim.
- Okay, Kim, my name is Hawkins.
Do you have control
of the plane?
- I guess so, but I
don't know how to fly.
- What about the hijackers?
- All down.
- Okay, I'm gonna
talk you through this.
I want you to look at the
main console in front of you.
Tell me what you see.
- Main console?
- It's right here.
- Here?
Okay, it's asking for
an authorization code.
- Okay, type in the following.
- These inputs, Kim.
- Here, okay.
Yeah, yeah, go.
- Tango.
- Tango.
- Oscar.
Oscar.
Mike.
- Mike.
Sierra.
- Sierra.
Hotel.
- Hotel.
Echo.
- Echo.
Lima.
- Lima.
- Five four.
- Five.
Four.
- Everybody!
Get ready to brace!
- Failsafe engaged.
Rerouting to safe landing.
- ETA to landing site?
- 10 minutes, Chief.
- All right.
- We don't have
enough fuel, Kim.
Tell them.
- Hello?
Hello?
No!
Hello?
- Kim?
He's waking up!
- It's rerouting you to the
nearest automated runway.
It's nine minutes away.
You'll never make it.
There's a private landing
strip a few miles away.
You'll have to go manual.
- I can't do that!
- Yes, you can.
I'll talk you through it.
- Two minutes ago you were
gonna crash this plane
with all of us on it,
and now you want to save us?
- Yes.
- We're running out of fuel.
We're gonna lose an engine.
- Jump up, Sam.
Jump up.
Jump up!
- Good boy.
- If he tries anything,
you just shoot him.
- Sir, they've re-disabled
the failsafe override.
We've lost autocontrol
of the plane.
- First, that's not
a steering wheel.
It's a yoke.
Move left and right,
to roll the plane.
Push forward to pitch
the wheels down.
Pull back to pitch
the nose back up.
See those pedals by your foot?
- Yeah.
- That's your rudder.
Now, using your left leg,
turn us west until this
reads two-zero-two.
- Everybody!
Get ready to brace!
- Target
veering off course.
Permission to fire.
- Negative Raptor 31.
Negative!
There's a nuclear
bomb on that plane!
- Raptor
3 standing down.
- Ah.
- You did it, Kim.
- What's the name of that
airport they're headed for?
- Patcher Field,
about a mile off I-64.
- I want you to contact
local PD, fire, and rescue.
We have to set a perimeter.
Tell DOE, they need to move
in and secure that nuke
the moment that plane
touches that runway.
What's the local hospital?
- Jackson General.
- Tell them to expect incoming.
- Four red lights,
you're too low.
Four white ones,
you're too high.
Two red, two white will
get you to the runway.
Now, you can't lower
the landing gear
or the wind will
tear the wheels off.
Use the throttle and
push back on the nose
to bleed off more speed.
- Okay.
- Do you feel that?
You feel that?
That feels good.
Feels good.
Now, slow down the
throttle for the descent.
That's good.
That's good.
Another second now.
Another notch of flaps.
- Come on!
- Good.
You're going slow enough
for the landing gear.
Push this lever.
All the way down.
- This one?
- That?
- All the way down!
Sam, come here!
Samuel!
When we pass over the fence,
I want you to cut the engine
using these two buttons here.
Then I want you to cut the fuel
using this button here.
You can't have
the engine running
in case anything bad happens.
I trust you.
Your dad would be
very proud of you.
Yeah.
That will work.
- Runway!
Runway!
- Sam, cut the engines!
- But it's too low!
- Cut the fuel!
Kim!
Keep her steady.
Sam, brace!
- Plane is down.
- What?
- No detonation.
- Yes.
- Come on, we gotta go.
Come on.
- Is that the fifth?
- Sixth, actually.
- Well, I wouldn't
worry about it.
There's always the
chance the seventh
will turn out differently.
Isn't that right, Director
of Operations Toyin?
- Yes, sir.
Always a chance.
- Congratulations.
And thank you.
Any PIREPS on the
headwinds coming in?
- Roger that.
97 minutes fuel time remaining.
Ladies and gentlemen, this
is your captain speaking.
Hope you've been enjoying
the flight up 'til now
and managed to get a
little bit of sleep
on this red eye to New York.
We've got a slight headwind,
which has really affected
our arrival time.
Our wonderful flight attendants
are doing one last
round of refreshments,
and make sure you enjoy the
tail end of this flight.
New York is a brisk 65,
and if you look out
the windows as we land
in a little over
an hour and a half
you'll see the sun
rising over Manhattan.
Sit back, enjoy the ride.
The turbulence
should be minimal.
- He's got a gun!
He's got a gun!
- Air marshal!
Just calm down.
Nobody has to get hurt.
- What happened?
- Get up!
Get him outta here, come on!
Come on.
- Yes.
- Chief, you better
come out here.
Flight 420 and 30, last
track two niner five.
Copy that.
Steak-knife, come in.
- Steak-knife, please respond.
Steak-knife, do you copy?
Over.
- Sit rep?
Our 767 out of Heathrow
just pinged gold, chief.
- Transponders still tracking?
- Switched off.
Radar track only.
- And our assets?
- No contact yet.
- Do we know their current fuel?
- 77 minutes of
current reserves.
- Course 295, course 295.
Copy?
- Toyin.
- Look sharp.
The director's on his way now.
- How did he look?
- Pissed.
- What?
- The tin man's here.
- Great.
- Director Hawkins, I-
- Tell me about the bird, Toyin.
- Oceanic Flight 420,
out of Heathrow to JFK,
dropped off the transponder
network at 04:11 hours.
Confirmed multiple
armed hostiles on board.
- What about the failsafe?
- Disengaged locally.
- How
was it disengaged?
- We're not sure.
Could have been damaged
during the takeover,
or they figured out
how to disarm it.
- Without the failsafe,
auto pilot won't be able
to realign the airplane
to a safe airport.
- So they can't
fly it and we can't fly it.
- No, the plane's
gonna crash, sir.
- Do we know how many hijackers?
- Five.
- Have we made
contact with them?
Do they have any demands?
- Not with the hijackers, no,
but we've been getting
intermittent signals
from our asset on board.
- What asset?
- Come in.
Steak-knife, can you copy?
- Shut up!
- Have you seen my dad?
- You're what?
How the hell would I know?
- He's flying the plane.
- Son...
- Dad?
Dad!
Help him, please!
- Shit...
Hey, stop doing that, kid.
Stop, stop that.
I need a med kit.
- Economy.
In the back.
Economy.
In the back.
- What's he saying?
Dad.
- What's your name?
- Samuel.
- Give me your hand.
I need you to hold pressure
on your dad's neck here.
Use both your hands.
I'm gonna go find a med kit.
Listen, don't let go, okay?
Shit.
- Come in.
Steak-knife.
- What are you looking for?
- Med kit.
Pilot's been shot.
- Can I help you?
- Shut up!
- Find me someone, a
nurse, a doctor, anyone.
- Okay, go before they see you.
I'll come and find you.
- We need someone
with medical training.
Medical training.
Anybody with medical training?
A nurse, doctor...
- My God, I think
someone's been shot.
They need a doctor.
- A nurse, doctor?
Please.
- He's one of them.
- Please.
- Nobody move!
- Who is this asset?
- Deep cover operative.
Works with our friends
across the pond.
Implanted with the transnational
extremist cell in Ukraine
late last year.
- Russian separatists.
- We don't know
their agenda yet.
- It seems we don't know
much of anything, do we?
- Well, we have a very weak
signal via satellite comm relay.
Miniaturized
earpiece from DARPA.
- Why didn't our asset warn us?
- With all the intel we've been
getting on detainees lately,
the current SOP
for these guys is,
don't tell your people the plan
until it's time for
them to know the plan.
Best guess is--
- I don't want guesses, Toyin.
I need intel.
- Play the last transmission.
This is Steak-Knife.
We have a hijack situation.
Is Naznas waiting?
I repeat, is Naznas waiting?
- Naznas.
CIA picked that up
on their chatter too.
All right, first
order of business.
ID the hijackers.
Get on the horn with
the asset's handler,
find out everything you
can about the embed.
Track every ground
and airline employee
with access to that plane
to the last three ports.
Second, we need
eyeballs on that plane.
AWACS diverted onstation
and F-22's ready for a
Code Orange scramble.
I don't know who's that was,
but that's my office now.
I need a secure line to the
White House, and a coffee.
Black, no sugar.
- Director Hawkins.
You're initiating a Code Orange?
On whose authority?
- I think I just mentioned
the White House, didn't I?
- Sir, we have a
man on the inside.
If we just give him time...
- Your comm link is down.
Your asset is in
way over his head.
You've got five armed
hostiles in control of a 767.
I would say that our
opportunity vanished
the moment that
failsafe was disabled.
- But this can't
be our first play.
- This is not the beginning
of some heroic story.
In 10 minutes, our birds
will be in the air,
and 20 minutes after that,
they'll be in the
position to end this.
And some innocent
people are going to die
so that more innocent
people will live.
- RAD 21, please
confirm we are firing
at passenger aircraft on sight.
- Confirmed, RAD 21.
Rules of engagement are
FOS and weapons free.
Locate and destroy flight.
- Copy that.
- Sam, move to the inside.
- I found us a doctor.
They didn't see us leave.
- I saw three of
them down there.
- I saw two in the front.
- Is he gonna be okay?
- He's gonna be fine, Sam.
- Put your hand on this.
Just get 'em round his side or
else we got a problem, okay?
I'll get some some water.
- Allow me.
I bandaged many
wounds in the war.
- Keep him alive.
We'll need him.
- If he stops
breathing, call me.
Only me.
- Steak-knife.
Steak-knife, do you copy?
Steak-knife, come in.
Respond, please.
- We're running out of time.
We need that link-up.
- I tried
every keyhole in range.
He might be receiving,
he might not.
- What about the failsafe?
Is there some way to re engage?
- Not if it's
a hardware issue, no.
Okay.
Here we go.
Okay, yes.
- What is it?
- I have a friend at the CIA
who's been tracking all
this Naznas chatter.
He found a thread on
the Ukrainian dark web.
- This is bad.
- What?
- Naznas is a code for a
mass extermination event.
This is some end of
days type shit here.
I mean, if our hijackers
were actually messing around
with something they're
calling Naznas,
well, then, this is more
than just a hijacking.
This whole thing is gonna
get a hell of a lot worse.
- Let's not let it get worse.
- What the fuck, Orca?
You shot all the attendants.
You could have brought
the plane down.
Do not fire your weapon again.
- I take orders from
God, not from you.
- You don't like it?
Get off my plane.
- You're fucking weak.
- You keep an eye on him.
- Agreed.
Let's go.
- Who was that woman
with the pilot?
- She's a doctor.
She's keeping him alive.
You don't have control.
- Don't worry about that.
You just keep an eye
on the passengers.
- Phone.
- Goran was supposed
to collect the phones!
- Whose fucking phone is it?
Show me your phone.
Show me your phone.
- Give him your phones!
Give him your phones!
- Give me the phone.
Give me the phone.
Good boy.
- What's going on?
- Shut the fuck up.
Keep walking.
- Where are you taking me?
- Shut up.
- No, no no no!
- Shut the fuck up!
- No, no, no, no, no.
- Shut up!
Do you know what this is?
This is satellite
communications.
Do terrorists have satellites,
or do states have satellites?
- So what the fuck are you?
- I'm Interpol.
- What, like, undercover?
- Yeah, like, undercover.
- Oh, you're full of shit.
- Really?
Then why haven't I put a bullet
in your fucking head yet?
- We need to involve
the other passengers.
- You do not blow my cover.
- You just did.
- You're one person.
The more people know,
the more likely the
hijackers will know.
So, for both our fucking
sakes, keep it shut.
I could use your help.
- Goran!
- Move!
- What is that?
- Nothing.
It belonged to my son.
- Shrapnel?
- Yeah.
- How old was your son?
- We need to get to the pilot.
Come on.
- What is that?
- Surveillance footage
of the flight maintenance
on a fuel stop in Qatar.
I have a friend there.
- Anything?
- Where's the Heathrow footage?
- Server crashed, sir.
- Before or after takeoff?
- 20 minutes before.
- Tell me you don't
believe in coincidence.
- No, sir.
- Give me more, please.
- Fucking animal.
- Hey, you doing okay?
- Please stand back.
Hey, I need you to
get me blankets,
towels, anything we can
use as bandages, okay?
Go.
- All right.
- Okay, Sammy, I'm gonna take
care of your daddy, all right?
I need you to stay
really calm, okay?
He's an undercover agent.
He's gonna help us,
all right, sweetie?
He's gonna save us.
Don't you worry, okay?
You stay calm.
- Hey, I got these.
- Okay.
I told him about you.
- After I specifically
told you not to?
- Yeah.
But we need the other
passengers, all right?
- Tell me this.
When the doctor told you
that smoking causes cancer,
did you start straight away
or did you give it a
fucking day or two?
- I don't understand.
- The more people
know my identity,
the worse it is for
your fucking health.
- Everything okay over there?
- Yeah, we're good.
Aren't we good?
Do your fucking job.
- Are you okay?
- Huh?
Oh!
Oh, yeah, yeah.
- How long have you
been a terrorist?
- You know what, Sam?
I don't really consider
myself a terrorist.
- Then what are you?
- I'm just a man who's
about to get your father
a glass of water.
- Shit.
We're flying too high, too fast.
Anan.
- What's happening?
- Where's the altimeter?
- 30,000.
It's steady.
It's not rising.
- No, we're level.
- Cabin pressure.
- 15 psi.
We're over pressured.
Normally, it's nine,
nine and a half.
Goran's gun may have
punctured the fuselage.
- There's gotta be a problem
with the cabin
pressurization system.
- It's rising.
Past 17, the hull could rupture.
- How much time do I have?
- Five minutes.
- Shit.
Hey.
Wake him up.
- No, he's still unstable.
- Hey!
I need the pilot to help
me fix the cabin pressure.
- He'll die.
- If you don't wake
him up, we'll all die.
- No, everything I've done
up until now is just basic.
I can't be responsible for...
- Hey!
You're not responsible.
You didn't shoot him.
Wake him up.
It's gonna be okay, Sam.
- Hey.
Sam...
Where's your EpiPen, Sam?
- In the back.
- Meds, meds.
Go get all the meds.
- Marko!
Everybody, listen up.
I need your medication now.
- We need meds.
Asthma inhalers, EpiPens,
anything you've got.
- Come on, come on, come on!
- Okay.
- Hey, this is
everything they got.
- 17 psi.
- Hey.
Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.
- Too little Epi, he stays out.
Too much, he codes.
- Relax.
- That's two.
- Nothing's happening.
- That's not enough.
- Just wait.
- He needs more.
- He could stroke out.
- Do it.
- No, wait.
Please.
- Hey, Sam, Sam, look
at me, look at me!
You've gotta trust her
to do her job right now.
Okay?
- 17.4 psi.
- Do it.
- 17.6!
- Do it!
Now!
- What's happening?
Where am I?
- Hey, hey.
The plane's been hijacked.
A bullet has pierced
the hull somewhere.
We're losing cabin pressure
and we're at 17 psi.
How do I fix it?
- The valve must
be stuck in manual.
Flip it to automatic.
That will help
regulate the pressure.
- Where is the valve?
Captain!
What's happening?
Inject him again.
- No, he'll stroke.
- We are out of time!
- Row seventeen, red
valve, blue conduit.
- Got it.
- Save my boy, please.
Save my boy.
- 17.8.
17.9!
18!
17.8.
16.
14 and falling.
- You killed him.
You killed him, you killed him,
you killed him, you killed him!
- Hey.
- Sit down!
- Alex?
You did everything you could.
Let me see your hand.
- I'm good.
- Just give me your hand.
You're wrong, you know.
- Am I?
- I quit everything.
I quit my residency.
- I guess you had your reasons.
- Yeah.
Yeah, shitty ex.
He was a narcissist.
Needed me to think that I
was worthless without him.
And he was really
good, you know?
Towards the end, I
almost did believe him.
We fought a lot,
slept even less,
and one day I administered
meds to a patient
without checking their charts.
Those were meds, they'd
already been given.
And that's the day
that I quit my marriage
and my residency.
- I'm sorry.
- Yeah, me, too.
- Seven.
- What?
- My son.
He was seven.
- What now?
- We wait.
- No.
We have to take
control of the plane.
It looks like a toy.
- Yeah, it looks like a
toy, but it's not a toy.
It's a 3D printed gun,
basically the same
as a real one,
with a two shot capacity.
- How does it work?
- Cock the hammer,
sensitive trigger.
- No magazine?
- Magazine.
Point.
And shoot.
Got it?
- Yeah.
- Come on, Remy.
The F22s are gonna be
on them any minute!
- I'm trying.
- Try harder, man!
- Steak-knife, come in.
- Do you have your man?
- This is Steak-knife.
- Yes, go on.
- The pilot's dead.
There's no one to fly
the goddamn plane.
What's the plan now?
- What do I tell him?
- There's no way to reestablish
the failsafe control
from the ground?
- Not if there's
mechanical damage, no.
- Well, what about him?
Can't we transfer a packet
that he can install locally,
or something?
- Not at 30,000 feet.
- What's the ETA on the raptors?
- Six minutes, sir.
- Where are they now?
- Farm County, PA.
- You tell them we'll
have remote control
of the failsafe
system in 10 minutes.
- Yes, sir.
- You want him to stand down
so the F22s can shoot him down.
- Sometimes you have
to put down your dog.
Nobody wants to.
- But you're making
sure that happens.
- Look, if you have a
magic bullet, I'm all ears.
If not...
- Roger.
Roger, Steak-knife.
Do not take any action.
Ground control will regain
failsafe control remotely
in 10 minutes.
- Good news?
- Not sure yet.
You need to find somewhere
to sit down and buckle up.
Go on.
- Sit the fuck down!
- Sit down, you!
- Hey, we need to do something.
- I don't know what.
What do they want?
- I don't know.
I say we make a stand.
- Sit, sit!
Get the fuck down.
You!
- Even if we overpower them,
who's gonna fly the plane?
That lady saw the pilot
lying on the floor dead.
- We'll figure something out.
It's time to make a move.
- Get back to your fucking seat.
Get back to your fucking seat.
- Kim, I'm so scared.
- Ssh.
Okay.
All right, I need you to
stay inside here, okay?
Be brave.
Don't open the door
to anyone, okay?
Do not open for anyone.
- Where's Goran?
- I'm not his
fucking babysitter.
I haven't seen him.
- Orca, pick up the phone.
Orca, pick up.
Is Goran back there?
- No.
- Are you alone?
- No, I'm with Leika.
Why, what's wrong?
- Alex is distracted
by the passengers.
He's either losing
his way, or...
- What?
- Just find Goran.
- I've told you, you
trust Alex way too much.
- Overwatch,
it's RAD 21.
Please confirm you're
fixed on target.
- Target is at 3-5-0,
holding steady on
previous course.
- Copy that.
We'll intercept at 4.5.
- We have to do something.
Warn him.
- Yeah, but what
good will that do?
Besides, any communication
will be monitored.
Wait.
- What?
- Wait, wait, wait.
Sigint.
Signal interrupt.
I can fire a white noise,
then modulate the
connection to the satellite.
On his end, it will
just cut in and out.
Right?
Like dots and dashes.
- Morse code.
- We could get in a hell
of a lot of trouble.
- Do it.
- All right.
- Shit.
- Rad 21
at eight-nine-niner.
Target acquired.
- Tell him it's headed
to the starboard side,
impact in 45 seconds.
- All right, 45 seconds.
- Sidewinder
is locked and loaded.
On my mark.
Two.
One.
Fire!
- What is it?
What is it?
- Negative impact.
- Shit!
- Marko, come with me!
- What the fuck was that?
- What are you doing?
Anan!
Anan!
- Second strike
to launch, vector in range.
Arming A to A.
- What was that?
- Unknown, sir.
- You motherfucker.
- What is it?
- Ghosts.
Sir, I have ghosts.
- What the hell?
- Multiple phantoms.
- Must be HBTD.
- To confirm,
A985 frequency.
- Can't be.
That's Russian.
- HBTD?
- High-band transmission device.
Soviet bombers used them
to confuse American radar
during the cold war.
- Radar is useless.
We're flying blind!
- Friendly confirmed!
Heavy out of Atlanta
in our airspace!
- Christ, we were supposed
to have clear air!
Who gave them that
fucking clearance?
- Raptor 2 back in
formation for second launch.
- Goddamn it!
Abort!
- Do what she says.
- Raptor abort!
Raptor abort!
- Negative, control.
Cannot abort.
- What the hell...
- It's gonna hit!
I'm too close!
- Hey.
- That's
a direct hit, sir.
- Oh, my God!
We're taking on debris!
- We lost the friendly.
Raptor One, come in.
Raptor Two, do you copy?
Sir, we've lost both F22s.
- That's why we sent three.
- Raptor 3 engaged.
- Move!
Move!
- She's in the clear.
Missile grazed it, sir.
- All right, let's get
them back on mission.
- What?
No.
No, you cannot go
through with this.
We are shooting at
unarmed civilians
in uncontrolled airspace.
- No, we're shooting
down a 200 ton missile
that's gonna kill a lot
of unarmed civilians.
This is war, chief.
They started it and
we're responding.
The order stands.
Terminate on sight.
- What is that?
That's an impact trigger.
- Yes.
- That's a nuclear warhead.
- What do you think
the Americans will do
when a Russian nuclear
bomb destroys their city?
How long will the world burn?
- You want to start a war
between the superpowers?
- No, Marko.
I want a world
without superpowers.
What we do today is the
beginning of their end.
- Asghar, pull up
the Qatar footage.
And have our asset there
pick up the engineer.
Wait a minute...
Sir, I have something
you may want to see.
All right, look here.
This is the kit
trolley in Qatar,
tarmac security in
the last three days.
What do you see?
- They're loading the planes.
- Right, all 767s,
one load per plane.
- What's your point?
- Okay, so here's our 767.
There are two crates.
All right, now
look at the wheels.
Before, and after.
- Now, that's carrying
some serious weight.
Now how much do those
Russian scramblers weigh?
- 20, 30 pounds.
- That engineer left more
than just a scrambler
on that plane.
- Raptor
three is in position.
I'm waiting for a go code.
- Sir, the raptor
is waiting on your go command.
- What is it?
- It could be anything.
- But, you think it's something.
What?
Sir, we don't believe
in coincidences, right?
- Back during the Cold War,
the Soviets developed
a handful of low yield
portable devices.
Once the wall came down,
almost half of them
disappeared overnight.
- Wait a second.
Low yield?
Sir, you're talking about--
- You're talking about nukes.
Are we looking at
Russian involvement?
- No, it was smuggled
through Lithuania years ago,
along with the scramblers.
Division has been trying
to track them ever since.
- Jesus Christ.
- Naznas.
A nuclear blast.
Yes, go ahead.
Uh-huh.
Wait, this has been confirmed?
- What?
- Engineer's talking.
Says there's a nuclear
device placed on that flight.
Thank you.
- I need the SecDef on
the phone right away.
Abort.
- Abort, abort.
Abort.
- Mr. Secretary, we
have a situation here.
I suggest we go to
Defcon Two immediately.
- Leika...
- Orca!
- Okay, so look, I got the
specs on one of these things.
It's a fucking
nasty piece of work.
See, look, here.
It's fitted with an
impact detonator.
- So now we have to
shoot it out of the sky.
There's no other choice.
- Nuclear explosion
at that altitude
creates an EMP pulse that'll
knock the Eastern Seaboard
back into the Stone Age.
- So, we can't shoot
it out of the sky,
and the nuke goes
off when it crashes.
- Exactly.
- God damn...
- Sir.
I have something I
think you should hear.
We pulled this down off a
geostationary DMSP satcom
about 20 minutes ago.
It's a signal between Oceanic
402 and this facility.
- You got lucky.
- I did what I
thought was right.
- Who the fuck do
you think you are?
We're not in some ethics
seminar at Harvard Law.
We're not here to do
what we think is right.
We're here to follow orders.
You deliberately disobeyed me.
- And stopped a nuke from-
- Please don't interrupt me.
The only reason
you're not wearing
government issued
bracelets right now
is because of that nuke.
- There's still a chance!
- How do you know?
- Because there's
always a chance!
- How many times have you
applied for the director's job,
my job, and been rejected?
- Five.
- You still believe
there's a chance?
Because you haven't lost.
Because you haven't really lost.
You haven't learned
how difficult
the consequences of
indecision can be.
You haven't had to make
a call on a sleeper cell,
responsible for the
bombings of grade schools,
only to have Washington
stand you down
because they didn't
want to escalate.
You didn't have to stay
up for two weeks straight
because your daughter
was kidnapped
by that same cell
that Washington told
you not to touch.
You didn't have to
watch her beheading
on a livestream.
- I'm sorry.
- Luck runs out.
And the only reason you
think there's still a chance
is because you don't know
what the world really is.
- Maybe not.
But I know what it can be.
- You can go.
- What do we do now?
- Listen to me.
This is a suicide mission.
They're using this
plane as a missile.
- We don't know that for sure.
- Our own government
tried to shoot us down.
Nobody's coming.
We're on our own.
- Heathrow finally came through
with the security footage.
We're running face
analysis on it now.
- Where are we with
that comm link?
- Seven minutes until the
satellite's in range, sir.
- Let's stop bullshitting!
Our guy needs a plan, and now.
- All right, just
take that back.
It's no good.
Go back and see what they say.
- Fuck!
- Shut the fuck up.
Shut the fuck up.
- Let him go!
- Fuck!
- Give me the gun
Stop fucking around.
- Let me ask you this.
What is the greatest
struggle, my brother?
- To avenge the slaughter
of the innocents.
- What I am asking is a
more difficult question.
The path that you were
on will not lead you
to the peace you are seeking.
- Vengeance is both rational
and morally justifiable
in the face of injustice.
Prompted to my vengeance
by both heaven and hell.
- You missed the
moral of that story.
Hamlet is blinded
by his revenge.
It steers him down
a path of evil.
His deeds inevitably
become worse and worse
without him realizing the
gradual corruption of his soul.
The struggle to forbid
the evil to mend the good,
this battle, this is the
greatest struggle, my brother.
The journey to
find the true way.
- You're not my brother.
- Remy.
- Jesus, Chief.
- I know how we can
reboot the failsafe.
- How?
- We reinstall it.
- What?
- The backup boot
is still up there
on the main flight
control server.
Now that the failsafe
has been disengaged,
we can install the
package remotely.
- Yeah, but sir, we have
no way of transmitting
the run code.
The packet's way too big
for a commercial airline
to receive it at that altitude.
- But not the raptor escort.
They get mission
packages twice that size.
- What, you're saying the
raptor becomes a relay?
- Once you download the package,
the install will
take care of itself,
and we'll have a
fresh failsafe ready
to accept the
default set up codes.
Can you do this for me, Remy?
- Absolutely, sir.
- Goran!
You.
Get back to your seat.
- Can I
please have some water?
Please!
- Shut up!
- Facial analysis just
finished the Heathrow footage.
We got IDs on all but one.
- Slouris.
- Enid Slouris?
- Now we know where
they're headed.
- Where?
- Here.
He's coming for me.
- Anan, what are you doing?
- Why is Slouris coming
here to kill you?
- Because history always
catches up with you.
- You knew him?
- I created him,
after my daughter.
- What did you do?
- I wanted to hurt as
many of them as I could.
I didn't care what it cost
or who had to pay the price.
The man most responsible
for Catarina's death,
that's Enid's wife,
was named Abdul Hamas.
He worked out ofa local market,
using civilians in a nearby
village as human shields.
He didn't think we would risk
that kind of collateral damage,
but intelligence
didn't know about
the ammonium nitrate
munitions depot.
One of the boys in that school
was the son of Enid Slouris.
After that...
Slouris became a virus.
He infects other extremist
terrorist groups,
he perverts their
supposed politics.
He uses them for
his own purpose.
Remember that attack in
Cape Town two years ago?
- Yeah, that was
Green September.
- That was Slouris
using Green September.
- And now he's on that
plane coming for you.
- I need to go to the cockpit.
- Did your friends get in touch?
- Just get the passengers
ready to roll on my signal.
- There's four of them
between us and the cockpit.
- Five.
- I know Alex is with us.
He can fly the plane.
- That makes no sense,
he killed that guy.
- I don't have time to explain.
You're just gonna
have to trust me.
- If we do nothing, we will die.
We must take a stand together.
- I'm not doing anything
until we can prove that-
- You don't have a choice.
He's the only one
who can help us.
- Shut up!
What do you think you're doing?
Shut up.
- Somebody has a plan and
we're taking over the plane.
- Orca!
- This is it!
- Again!
- We are with you, my brother.
- You are a traitor Alex!
- The traitor was Marco.
Doctor.
I think some of your
passengers may need your help.
I'm good.
- Yeah, they're all down.
- Steak-knife,
can you hear me?
- Who is this?
- NSA Director Hawkins.
Steak-knife, priority
one, enter the cockpit.
- Mr. Hawkins...
Copy that.
- If anyone's wounded,
let yourself be known.
- Steak-knife, your F22 escort
is standing by to transmit
the reset codes for
your failsafe system.
- What good does that do me?
- You'll automatically be
diverted to runway 2882,
10 mile due South of
your current position.
Once the failsafe is
restored, you'll have to reset
the navigation breakers
under the center console.
- 10 miles...
We don't have enough fuel, sir.
- Yes, you do.
There's still a chance.
- Can you really fly this thing?
- When I flip the switch
on these navigation busses,
the control system
will lose power.
- And then what?
- Buckle up.
- I need everyone to buckle up!
- Antenna's online, sir.
- Yep.
- Raptor 3, transmit.
- Roger, command.
Transmitting packet.
- It's done, sir.
- Reset the breakers.
- Come on!
You're mine now.
- Nice work, Steak-knife.
Now, you need to input
the authorization code
to give the failsafe control.
The code is Tango
Oscar Sierra Mike
Hotel Echo Lima Lima Five Four.
Steak-knife, did
you copy my last?
We can't engage the
system without the code.
- I'm dead...
Dead.
- No.
No, you're not dead.
- Are they dead?
The others?
- Yeah.
They're all dead.
Except for the undercover
agent that intercepted you.
- No...
I'm the Interpol agent....
- What?
- Steak-knife,
I need to hear you.
Use the code.
Steak-knife, are you hearing me?
Please confirm
you have the code.
- This is Steak-knife.
Identification code
Alpha-Six-Three-Five.
Operation American City
infiltration is a ruse.
Team's real mission
is hijacking.
I repeat, hijacking.
There are five armed
hijackers onboard.
Do you copy?
- Everyone, stay calm.
Move to the left of
the airplane, please.
Now, ma'am.
- Steak-knife,
can you hear me?
Steak-knife, are you there?
- He never was, Mr. Hawkins.
- Slouris!
- Roll my sleeve.
These are the access
codes to the cockpit door.
You have to stop him.
- No, no, no, no, no, I can't...
I can't fly the plane.
- You can't let him
crash the plane.
There's a nuke on board.
- No...
No.
Okay, okay...
- No!
No!
I'll be with you soon.
Stop!
- No, you lied to me!
- Just stop.
- Why did you kill
your own people?
- I had no choice.
When they found the earpiece,
I knew one of them was
an undercover agent.
I just didn't know which one.
I had to kill them all.
- I helped you...
God, you...
- No.
God has nothing to do with this.
- Then what, Alex?
Why?
- Justice.
- So we all die
for your justice?
Who dies for ours?
When does it stop?
- It never stops.
Give me the fucking...
Fuck!
You fucking shot me.
- Are you okay?
Okay, come on.
Okay...
- Are we gonna crash?
- We're gonna try not to.
Hello?
Hello, is anyone there?
Can anyone hear me?
- Someone's
on the pilot channel.
- Patch me in.
- Can anyone help me?
- Identify yourself.
- My name is Kim.
- Okay, Kim, my name is Hawkins.
Do you have control
of the plane?
- I guess so, but I
don't know how to fly.
- What about the hijackers?
- All down.
- Okay, I'm gonna
talk you through this.
I want you to look at the
main console in front of you.
Tell me what you see.
- Main console?
- It's right here.
- Here?
Okay, it's asking for
an authorization code.
- Okay, type in the following.
- These inputs, Kim.
- Here, okay.
Yeah, yeah, go.
- Tango.
- Tango.
- Oscar.
Oscar.
Mike.
- Mike.
Sierra.
- Sierra.
Hotel.
- Hotel.
Echo.
- Echo.
Lima.
- Lima.
- Five four.
- Five.
Four.
- Everybody!
Get ready to brace!
- Failsafe engaged.
Rerouting to safe landing.
- ETA to landing site?
- 10 minutes, Chief.
- All right.
- We don't have
enough fuel, Kim.
Tell them.
- Hello?
Hello?
No!
Hello?
- Kim?
He's waking up!
- It's rerouting you to the
nearest automated runway.
It's nine minutes away.
You'll never make it.
There's a private landing
strip a few miles away.
You'll have to go manual.
- I can't do that!
- Yes, you can.
I'll talk you through it.
- Two minutes ago you were
gonna crash this plane
with all of us on it,
and now you want to save us?
- Yes.
- We're running out of fuel.
We're gonna lose an engine.
- Jump up, Sam.
Jump up.
Jump up!
- Good boy.
- If he tries anything,
you just shoot him.
- Sir, they've re-disabled
the failsafe override.
We've lost autocontrol
of the plane.
- First, that's not
a steering wheel.
It's a yoke.
Move left and right,
to roll the plane.
Push forward to pitch
the wheels down.
Pull back to pitch
the nose back up.
See those pedals by your foot?
- Yeah.
- That's your rudder.
Now, using your left leg,
turn us west until this
reads two-zero-two.
- Everybody!
Get ready to brace!
- Target
veering off course.
Permission to fire.
- Negative Raptor 31.
Negative!
There's a nuclear
bomb on that plane!
- Raptor
3 standing down.
- Ah.
- You did it, Kim.
- What's the name of that
airport they're headed for?
- Patcher Field,
about a mile off I-64.
- I want you to contact
local PD, fire, and rescue.
We have to set a perimeter.
Tell DOE, they need to move
in and secure that nuke
the moment that plane
touches that runway.
What's the local hospital?
- Jackson General.
- Tell them to expect incoming.
- Four red lights,
you're too low.
Four white ones,
you're too high.
Two red, two white will
get you to the runway.
Now, you can't lower
the landing gear
or the wind will
tear the wheels off.
Use the throttle and
push back on the nose
to bleed off more speed.
- Okay.
- Do you feel that?
You feel that?
That feels good.
Feels good.
Now, slow down the
throttle for the descent.
That's good.
That's good.
Another second now.
Another notch of flaps.
- Come on!
- Good.
You're going slow enough
for the landing gear.
Push this lever.
All the way down.
- This one?
- That?
- All the way down!
Sam, come here!
Samuel!
When we pass over the fence,
I want you to cut the engine
using these two buttons here.
Then I want you to cut the fuel
using this button here.
You can't have
the engine running
in case anything bad happens.
I trust you.
Your dad would be
very proud of you.
Yeah.
That will work.
- Runway!
Runway!
- Sam, cut the engines!
- But it's too low!
- Cut the fuel!
Kim!
Keep her steady.
Sam, brace!
- Plane is down.
- What?
- No detonation.
- Yes.
- Come on, we gotta go.
Come on.
- Is that the fifth?
- Sixth, actually.
- Well, I wouldn't
worry about it.
There's always the
chance the seventh
will turn out differently.
Isn't that right, Director
of Operations Toyin?
- Yes, sir.
Always a chance.
- Congratulations.
And thank you.