Jet Storm (1959) - full transcript

[jet engine roaring]

CHORUS: ♪ The jet stream is
a sky wind ♪

♪ Blowing seven miles high ♪

♪ At a hundred miles an hour ♪

♪ Like a ghost bird
streaking by ♪

♪ So when you're fighting
against a headwind ♪

♪ And the storm clouds
bring despair ♪

♪ Just climb
above the storm bank ♪

♪ And you'll find
a jet stream there ♪

MAN: ♪ Jet stream
Oh, jet stream ♪

♪ High in the blue ♪



♪ Carry me safely ♪

♪ And keep my love true ♪

♪ We thought
that we'd be so happy ♪

♪ That we'd never part ♪

♪ But now I've gone a flyin' ♪

♪ And lost my own true heart ♪

♪ Jet stream,
Oh, jet stream ♪

♪ Please bring me home ♪

♪ We'll be together ♪

♪ Never to roam ♪

[jet engine humming]

Just these two bags, porter.
Pay the driver, Ernest.

Nice day for a flight, sir.

Yes, very nice.



Oh, it all looks pretty steady
up as far as here.

Do you think it will
hold out until tonight?

Yeah, I think so.

Don't be shy,
you're in the right place.

Gentlemen,
I'd like you to meet

somebody new
to the Atlantic route.

Mr. Whitman, our engineer.

-Hello.
-Michaels, our radio officer.

Mr. Saunders, our navigator
and Captain Bardow.

This is Miss Pamela Leyton.

Pleasure to meet you,
Captain Bardow.

Nice to have you with us,
Miss Leyton.

I'm sure I speak
for Mr. Gilbert, too.

You certainly do.

And, captain,
do you think she's a bit young

to be in on
this kind of a session?

[scoffs]
I think she'll be all right.

[bell dinging]

WOMAN [on PA]:
Will passengers
on Flight 101...

101, that's us.

Oh, dear, come on, Jeremy.

Oh, Jeremy,
can't you eat anything

without getting it
all over you?

Come on now, come on.
Go to Daddy.

WOMAN [on PA]:
Passengers on flight 101,
London to New York,

-please proceed to...
-Here he comes.

-Get over to Channel Three.
-Right.

How about a statement?

What about when you
get back?

[indistinct chatter]

Are you gonna be on TV
when you're over there, Billy?

Say, what are you going to do?

There are important
passengers on our flight.

But we're going some place
where there's sunshine,

that's for sure.

MAN: There's lots of sunshine
in Hollywood.

So, there's sunshine in
Honolulu, too.

So you're going
to Honolulu, Billy?

We're thinking about it.

Are you going to take
your guitar, too?

It's in the baggage compartment.
It's traveling alone.

The guitar takes Billy,
that's our ticket.

Get him on the tarmac.

We'll be able to hitch up
with a hundred mile an hour

jet stream up there.

It's all
pretty rough below there.

We'll be able
to drop in on Santa Claus,

and see what he's got us
for Christmas.

So it'll be upstairs
all the way,

35,000 feet at least.

Any questions? No?
Let's go.

[engine humming]

A hundred and twenty--

Jeremy, you're costing Daddy

enough money
already on this trip.

-All right, Victor.
-Come on.

How long will you
be in the States, Billy?

-We're not sure.
-Are you going to make

any professional appearances
while you're there?

We got one or two
engagements lined up.

But it's mostly
our honeymoon.

We haven't really had one yet,
you know.

-We're starting now.
-Good luck.

Thank you.

Billy Forrester. Am I supposed
to have heard of him?

'Cause I haven't.

Well, you will. He's very big
with the teenagers.

Makes a fortune.

[whistling]

Any Zulu chiefs
on that passenger list?

[chuckles]
Not a one.

What's a Zulu chief?
Or am I too young to know?

[chuckles]

No. The old man and me

never had a bad trip,
except once.

We had two Zulu chiefs
on board.

Real ones,
with spears and lions' manes

and lots of trouble.

And ever since then,
everyone knows

that one Zulu chief
equals one bad motor.

Then there must have been
before the jet age.

Wait a minute,
I want to see

if there are any friends of
mine on that list of yours.

WOMAN [whispering]:
What do you think you're doing?

MAN [whispering]: Come on.

WOMAN [on PA]:
KLA announce the arrival

of flight #246 from Athens.

Thank you. Through there.
Thank you very much.

Whose photograph is that,
Ernest? Ernest.

It's nothing Carol,
nothing.

Is that someone you know?

I've never seen him before.

Then why are you
staring at him then?

-Oh, am I?
-Yes, you are.

-Thank you, madam.
-Oh, thank you.

[bell dinging]

You've been
a good wife to me, Carol.

Have been?
I hope I still am.

WOMAN [on PA]: Will all
passengers please proceed

to Customs, channel three.

MAN: Big smile now.
Hold it...

In my opinion,
they're taking photos
of the wrong people.

I beg your pardon?

I'm an old time fan of yours,
even before TV.

Speaking as one old-timer
to another,

I'm glad it's them
going through all that
and not me.

[chuckles]

Get closer, closer.
Hold it.

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, Ernest!

MAN:
Everyone aboard now, please.

Oh, Ernest,
I thought I'd lost you.

Oh, I was just
looking at the plane.

Come on.

-Bad luck, young man.
-How do you like that?

I've been making eyes at her
for ten minutes

and she goes and sits next to
a perfect stranger.

Never even
looked at each other before.

You can't trust women
nowadays.

In my days,
a wink was respected.

Hey, let's you and me
make her burn with jealousy.

[chuckles]

May I join you, madam?

Certainly,
but you won't find it much fun,

I'm getting on.

Ah, not a day over 52,
honestly.

A shameless flatterer.

I have a birthday next week
that would put Methuselah
to shame.

Impossible.

I'll tell the truth.
The birthday was last week.

Furthermore,
I'm a widow twice

and my daughters are all
grandmothers themselves.

Charming, absolutely charming.
May I introduce myself?

I'm Binky Meadows,
bachelor.

Mrs. Emma Morgan.

I know your name, young man,
very well indeed.

Oh.
[chuckles]

-Oh, sorry.
-Mr. and Mrs. Randolf?

-Yes.
-For the present.

Don't pay any attention
to him, he's high.

In fact, I don't think I'm
really going to need a plane.

Come on.

London Tower, this is
Macair Golf Alpha Juliet
Oscar Romeo,

taxi clearance over.

MAN [on radio]:
Macair Golf Alpha Juliet

Oscar Romeo, London Tower.

You are clear to taxi
to the holding point.

Runway two-eight-right.

Wind two seven-zero degrees,
ten knots out.

Hydraulic pressure
and quantity?

Check.

Emergency break?

Check.

-Recharge and valve on?
-Check.

-Doors and security lights?
-Check.

-Happy?
-Huh?

-I said are you--
-Very.

London Tower, this is Golf
Oscar Romeo ready for take off.

MAN [on radio]:
Macair Golf Oscar Romeo

you are clear for immediate.

Can I help you, sir?

I'm sorry, sir,
but it's the rule.

It's all right.
I'll see to it.

Thank you.

Please, Ernest.

[engine revs]

Your throttles.

V-one.

V-two.

Billy,

what's a Siamese delicacy
in four letters?

Girl?

Oh, you rat.

Ow!

Oh, Billy, stop.

Well, you started it.

I should not be so inquisitive,
but I've worked with this man.

-Please forgive me.
-That's all right.

I've been reading
over your shoulder, too.

You're a doctor from
the United Nations, right?

Yes, malaria control.

My name is
Doctor Jacob Bergstein.

Colonel John Coe.

Oh, a military man.

Well, 'til about
seven months ago, actually.

I've just been retired
from the US Army.

Getting used to the idea
of being a civilian again.

I'm very please to know you.

Mrs. Tracer.

Mrs. Tracer,
here's the blanket.

He's already asleep.

Sorry.

We gave him a pill.

I guess we ought to
introduce ourselves.

I'm Alan Mulliner.

How do you do?

I don't know your name.

-Miss Barrington.
-You must have a first name.

Yes, I have.
Several, in fact.

Whiskey, please.

Make that two, and all on
the one tab, of course.

-Anything else I can get you?
-No, thank you.

Oh, I seem to have
lost a husband.

He's gone down
to the lounge deck.

Oh, thank you.

How about you, old boy?

All right,
if I can buy the next one.

What's the difference?

It's all the one party,
isn't it?

-Hello.
-Oh, hello. Come on in.

What are you having?

All right?

Yes, thank you
very much.

-From the top of the list?
-Anywhere you say.

First,
carpets and curtains.

You looking for something?

I thought I had
some sleeping tablets here.

What do you want tablets for?
Let me get you a scotch.

It's not that I mind flying,

it's just that I haven't had
a good sleep for a week.

Well, a couple of scotches
will do that for you.

No, thanks.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Mind the shop, your father's
going to put his feet up.

Happy dreams, Daddy.

Oh, dear, what a dream.
[chuckles]

Ernest, I dreamt
I fell out of a tree.

Haven't you have
a nap at all, Ernest?

No, I haven't.

You've been asleep
for two and a half hours.

No! We'll be in the States
before we know it.

When do we get to New York?

I don't know.
I didn't notice.

It's been very smooth
so far, hasn't it?

We're not there yet,
Carol.

Oh, Ernest, really.
Don't be so morbid, please.

-Are you so afraid?
-Afraid of flying?

Afraid of dying?

Of course, I am.
I like being alive.

You really like living in
this senseless,

this heartless world?

Some of it is not so heartless.
What is it Ernest?

If they should get just
one hint of disaster,
how they'd panic.

Then you'd see show much heart
they had for each other.

Just one hint.
Heartless!

Why should there be
one hint of disaster?

Why should you--

Ernest, this man that you were
staring at the airport.

Does he have
anything to do with
what you're saying?

Is he James Brock?

-James Brock? Yes.
-Are you absolutely sure?

I've waited for this moment
for two years.

Ernest, listen--

And now I've got him
where he can't get away.

Ernest,
you mustn't do anything
that will hurt you later.

Oh, I'll tell you
what's going to happen
to him, Carol.

He's going to die.

He's going to die...

sooner than he thinks.

And for that matter
it wouldn't hurt
the rest of them

to offer up a few prayers
for their corrupt souls.

He's crackers.
He's definitely round the bend.

[gasps]

This man in front seems to be
threatening to--

Well, to do in somebody
or other. Sounds like.

Do in somebody?

We can't have
that sort of thing, can we?

After all, it definitely
wasn't advertised, was it?

[chuckles]

No, I'll tell
the captain at once.

I'd appreciate it if you didn't
mention this to anybody.

No, no.

Good. Would you like
a cup of tea, Mrs. Morgan.

A large martini
with just a wink of vermouth,

and bring one
for Mr. Meadows, as well.

Two of our best,
coming up.

Will that be all, miss?

Oh, watch out,
what you're doing!

So sorry.

Well, a lot of good
that's going to do.

This is an expensive dress.

I'm terribly sorry.
Can I pay for the cleaning?

Oh, forget it, forget it.

-I'm Mrs. Lilian Satterly.
-My name's Barrington.

Look, if there's
anything I can do--

Inez Barrington.
I thought I recognized you.

I saw your picture in Vogue when
you announced your engagement

to that Italian prince.
Cassino, was it?

What a catch!
It never came off, did it?

No, it never came off.

Oh, all those lovely millions
he was supposed to have.

Let's face it, Lilian,
a million lire is not quite

the same as a million pounds
or dollars, is it?

Oh, I see,
what good's a title

if he can't bring home
the old necessary?

Exactly.

Martin, my husband,
poor soul, always said--

-He passed away two months ago.
-I'm sorry.

Oh, don't be sorry, dear.
He was nearly 78.

I gave him a good life,
everything he wanted,

everything I had.

I was only 21
when he first came after me.

We lived together
for 28 years.

It wasn't exactly beautiful,
but we were very comfortable.

-Excuse me.
-You were too young, too, dear.

Perhaps what happened
was just as well.

Perhaps,
but I really must be going.

Yes, I'm coming up, too, dear.

Mrs. Tilley, the captain sends
his compliments and asks

if you would mind having a word
with him in the lounge deck?

-He wants to talk to me?
-Please.

I'll be right back.

Mrs. Tilley,
I'm sorry to trouble you.

Yes.

-A cigarette?
-No, thank you.

-Do you mind?
-No, please do.

Mrs. Tilley,
it's been reported to me
that someone overheard

your husband speak
threateningly about
another passenger.

Is that so?

Yes, you see--

It's rather
difficult to explain.

Is-- is your husband ill?

No, no, not really.

Well, he did spend some time
at a rest home last year.

That's where we met.

I was a nurse
before we got married.

I see.
What was wrong with him?

A nervous disorder,
a breakdown.

-A mental breakdown?
-No, a nervous break--

What are you getting at,
Captain Bardow?

I'm not getting at anything,
Mrs. Tilley.

I have been told that
one man here threatened
another.

The safety of all
the passengers
is my responsibility.

It is your duty
to help me if you can.

Please, go on.

Well, you see,
my husband had a child.

A little girl
from his first marriage.

Two years ago,
the child was killed

by a hit and run driver.

Ernest went mad with grief.
You've only got to look at him.

He isn't even 40 yet.

Yes, I understand.
Please continue.

Um...
he was obsessed by revenge.

He left his job and
went looking for the driver.

Finally,
he did find out who it was,

through a detective agency.

They couldn't prove it,
but they were certain

that the man
they found was guilty.

And this man is on our plane?

Do you know his name?

Yes, a Mr. James Brock.

Yes, it all adds up now.

What adds up, Mrs. Tilley?

That's why Ernest
was so strange last week.

Why we had to go on
a holiday so suddenly.

What did your husband threaten?
What were his actual words?

He said that Brock
was going to die

sooner than
anybody thought.

I'll get you a drink,
Mrs. Tilley.

Thank you.

Mr. Brock.

Yes?

What, uh--
What do you want?

I'm... Ernest Tilley.

[chuckles] I've never
heard of you, old man.

It's two years
and three weeks today.

[laughing]
Are you drunk or something?

Why don't you
go back to your seat.

[winding sound]

-[toy rattling]
-[laughing]

We've got a lunatic aboard.

He's right.
I am a lunatic.

He made me so.

He killed my daughter.

-Steward! Steward!
-[buzzing]

This man drove up on the curb
and killed my daughter.

A seven-year-old baby.

She was holding
this bird in her hand.

I'd given it to her
on her birthday.

He drove up on the curb...
drunk.

He drove away,
he didn't stop.

He just drove away
with a blonde who was with him.

Look, why don't you
go back to your seat.

I don't know you. I don't know
what you're talking about.

I'm no hit and run driver.
I never killed your daughter

or anybody else.

Now, look,
go off on back to your seat.

Stewardess, please get this
man away. He's molesting us.

Molesting you, Mrs. Brock?

By the time this trip's over,
he'll be on his knees to me,

begging for his life.

He's a raving madman.
I've never seen him before.

Come, Mr. Tilley,
you must go back to your seat.

James Bellington Brock,

Chairman of Wilmington Mills,
branches in

Birmingham, Milan, New York.
Here's the proof.

I know,
but you really must

come back
to your seat now, please.

It took two years to find him.

It wasn't me.

I'm very sorry about what's
happened to you,

but you've got me mixed up
with somebody else.

You're going to die,
Mr. Brock.

You're time is up.

He may be armed.

Yes, and I'm not going to be
any sitting duck.

Get the captain.

I'll get him at once.
Now, please don't worry.

She's telling me not to worry.

James, was there
a blonde woman in the car?

Don't be so ridiculous.
That's crazy.

It's all right, dear.
I understand.

Don't be so damned
understanding, Rose,

the man's a lunatic,
I tell you.

Yes, that's right,
he was only threatening.

I mean, if he was
going to do anything

he would have
done it by now.

Psychiatrists don't know
what a lunatic will do,
but you do, eh?

-I'm only trying to help.
-I don't want your help.

I hate hit and run drivers,
don't you Otis?

Loathe and detest them,
Edwina.

I wonder how
he's going to do it?

-How who's going to do what?
-Kill him.

Oh, he's just trying to throw
a scare into the slob.

But you're wrong, Otis.
He will do it.

It's simply
a question of how.

Could a bullet hole up here

make the plane
blow up or anything?

No, but the air
would rush out
'cause we're pressurized.

-It's called decompression.
-That's right, decompression.

-How bad is that?
-It's not particularly good.

Well, we're over 40,000 feet.

Could be pretty rough
'til we get down.

These new planes
have automatic oxygen masks,

they open automatically
as soon as the pressure drops.

Well, I never expected to see
Binky Meadows with a sad face.

Oh, I was just working it out.
I'm in direct line of fire.

You've too much imagination,
young man.

Oh, no, Brock won't get it,
I will.

Look, if a flock of pigeons
flies overhead,

-I'm the one they never miss.
-[giggling]

I was once nearly killed
by a jealous lover for being

the boyfriend of a girl
I'd never even met.

All the pain
and none of pleasure.

And during the war I was
wounded twice...

by our side.

You must accentuate
the positive, Binky.

Oh, I do.
I'll positively get shot.

What sort of a crew
have they got here

allowing such things to
go on?

They can't help who gets on
the plane, can they?

I don't know. That lunatic's
still sitting over there.

Nobody's even
spoken to him yet.

In a situation like this

the captain ought to
show himself, at least.

What's he doing?

He's just
flying the plane for kicks.

If you just sit there
being wise,

that will get you
a nice pew in Heaven.

Look, why don't you
write it all down

and send a letter
to the company, eh?

Passengers have their rights.

We ought to form a committee;
take it up with the captain.

A committee.

Yes, that might be
a very good idea.

My name is
George Towers.

I'm Lilian Satterly.

I'm very glad
to know you, Miss Satterly.

-Mrs. I'm a widow.
-Oh!

Are you American?

Well, I was born in Canada,
but I like the English.

I do a lot of business
in your country.

I'm glad we've got
some real men aboard.

It makes me feel better.

Yes, of course.

That man's cracking up,
you know.

He's liable to hurt somebody.

That's right.
And it might be you.

Yes, but suppose
he has a gun.

He probably has.

Colonel, I heard you say
you were an American officer.

Now don't you think
we ought to do something?

Do what, Mr. Brock?

If a gun goes off
at this altitude,

it's everybody's problem,
you know?

This man's a lunatic.

I'm not thinking
of my own safety,

but there are
women aboard this plane.

That's a touching thought,
Mr. Brock.

Who's asking you?
Now, look, it's--

It's everybody's safety
I'm thinking of.

There are Americans aboard
this plane, too, you know.

If there were a British officer
here, he'd know his duty.

Would you mind
taking your hand off?

-Listen, you've got a--
-Please.

James.

All right, have it your own way.
You'll see.

He's got troubles.

I suppose that one should not
judge without evidence,

but it seems to me
a face without humanity.

Nor remorse. He's just
frightened of getting killed.

I know the type.

He's one of the buyers
of this world.

Buys anything:
love, shoes--

I don't think he'll buy himself
out of this, do you?

Miss Barrington, maybe you'd
better change your seat

in case there's any trouble.

We're a bit near
the center of action here.

I'm all right, thank you.

-But it might be safer if you--
-I understand.

That accent of yours,
I can't quite place it.

Are you English?

I really don't think
you ought to bother about me.

Well, there's one thing
I know you aren't,

and that's friendly.

But supposing he has got
a gun, what do we do?

Nothing.

Oh... we can't sit here
and watch a man being killed

in front of our eyes.
It is wrong.

It's not wrong,
just illegal.

We are civilized people.
We are traveling in one of

civilization's
finest achievements.

We live by law and order.

The captain is the law
on this plane.

He's the only one
with authority to act.

Do you think we ought to
change Jeremy's seat?

VICTOR:
Nothing's going to happen.

WOMAN: How can you be sure?

If he were going to do anything,
he would have done it

instead of saying
he was going to do it.

No need to get upset, dear.
I was merely asking.

All right, let's move
him over to our seat.

Oh, perhaps if we move him
he'll wake up.

Well, let's leave him
where he is.

Nothing, absolutely nothing
is going to happen.

When you become
very positive, Victor,

it's usually because
you're not.

Oh, that's very interesting.
Very psychological.

Well, I do know you fairly
well by now, Victor.

Just an open book to you,
is that it?

I know when you're lying

and when
you're telling the truth.

When have I ever lied to you?

Oh, everyone lies
once in a while.

-When have I lied to you?
-Once in a while.

-Just give me one instance.
-Oh, it's a silly argument.

Don't let him upset you, James.

I tell you,
he can't do a thing.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Hello.

Hello.

What's the news up here?

What's the news back there?

Captain's talking
to Mr. Tilley now.

Oh, that will be all right.
He'll straighten it out.

He always does.

The only time he was
stopped a little was when

the two Zulus rode with us.

Pam, wait a minute.

I want to ask you something.

Are you as impressed with me
as I am with you?

Can I have a little time
to think of the right answer?

Sure. Tell me over dinner
tonight in New York.

-We having dinner tonight?
-Club 21.

Oh, I'd love to,
but I promised my brother

and sister-in-law
I'd have dinner with them.

That's fine. You bring yours,
I'll bring mine.

Have you got a brother
and sister-in-law

-in New York, too?
-Yes, I've got several.

Michaels, radio New York,
will you?

Club 21, table for 18.

Idiot.

There's no doubt in your mind
that Brock is the man?

It was Brock.

That he covered up his trail
with bribery.

He got away with it--

He got away from the law,
not from me.

Now you're planning to be
a law unto yourself?

Look, Mr. Tilley,
a few years ago,

my wife fell down
the length of a staircase

and broke her back.

She died as a result.

Well, I kept looking around
for someone to blame

to get rid of my feelings
of hate and guilt.

Since then, I've brought up
two children.

They're my whole life.

So I've got a pretty good idea
of how you're feeling.

If I was appointed executioner
of you child's slayer,

I'd do it... with pleasure.

Do you know what
I'm trying to say, Mr. Tilley?

Mr. Tilley, I want you
to give me your word

that you will do
nothing on this plane...

...use no violence or threats.

I'm waiting for your word,
Mr. Tilley.

You refuse...

Well, I'm going to have
to search you for weapons.

I don't want to have to do it.

I'd be obliged if
you'd leave us alone
for a few minutes.

You can either
finish your drinks or
take them with you.

He ought to be
locked up or something.

That man's a menace.

-I want to hear.
-The other side please, sir.

-But the captain--
-Shh.

My money belt.

Mr. Tilley, what did you mean
when you told your wife

that the rest of them might try
praying for their salvation?

You do remember saying that,
don't you, sir?

He did say that,
Mrs. Tilley?

That's right.
That people are corrupt,

that the world's
heartless, senseless.

Just one hint of disaster
and they'd all panic, he said.

Is that what you're
trying to do, Mr. Tilley?

Prove the susceptibility
of human nature to panic?

Mrs. Tilley, you say
your husband is a scientist.

Is he a psychiatrist
or a sociologist?

No, he's a chemical engineer.
Quite a famous research man.

Oh, I see. What kind of
research, Mrs. Tilley?

It was... well...

Unstable compounds.

-You mean explosives?
-Yes, that's right. Explosives.

Did you pack his bags,
Mrs. Tilley?

No, I packed my own.

But didn't you check them to see
he had everything he needed?

-Yes, I did, but--
-But what?

MRS. TILLEY:
Wait a minute.

I saw him put
a small metal box,

well, a container,
rounded, into his briefcase.

I wondered what it was.

He didn't tell me what it was.

He said it was just samples;
chemical samples.

That couldn't be...

But people don't
do things like that.

Ernest, you wouldn't.

Is that box
still in his briefcase?

No, no, I put it on
the luggage rack.

I would have felt it
if it was there.

Now then, sir,
where did you put it?

Mr. Tilley,

there are 32 human beings
on board this plane,

including a little boy
of eight.

Human beings?

Who gave them that name,
other so-called human beings?

I hate them
as much as I hate Brock.

They prefer
his money to justice;

they let him get away with it.

You think--
You think you have

a plane full of people here,
you--

You have a traveling zoo!

And as soon as they hear
what's going to happen to them,

they'll savage each other like
the wild animals that they are.

Now look, Mr. Tilley,

if you've got explosives
on board this plane,

you're going to kill everyone,
including all these passengers,

your wife, yourself
and a little boy of eight.

You'll be a senseless killer,
worse than Brock.

What man ever showed me pity?

If I had a bomb,
a big enough bomb,

I'd destroy the whole world!

I'd do it.
Oh, I'd do it. I'd do it--

Look at me.
Look at me!

Now, Mr. Tilley,
you're a decent man.

You've got to fight off
this madness

with everything you've got!

You've got to fight it!

Where is that metal case?

Where is it?!

There's a bomb on the plane.
It'll kill us all!

Whitman, I want you to
take charge of this search.

The Tilleys are sitting
left aisle, row one.

I want
everything of theirs checked,
ransacked if necessary.

If you can't find anything,

I want the rest of the
passenger deck taken apart,

that goes for the fore and
rear freight compartments.

We've got to find
that metal case.

The steward and the purser
will help you.

Aye, sir.

Miss Leyton, you'll be working
on your own, I'm afraid.

Try to keep the passengers
from being alarmed.

The search is going
to terrify them.

I'd rather have
terrified live passengers
than calm dead ones.

Serve them lots of drinks,
serve them champagne.

All right,
we've all got our jobs.

Panna, panna, panna.

London control,
this is Macair Golf

Alpha Juliet Oscar Romeo.

There's a bomb on this plane!

I tell you
there's a bomb on the plane!

-That's right.
-Who told you?

-I heard them.
-It'll kill every one of us!

[all talking over each other]

MRS. SATTERLY: There he is,
searching for the bomb.

We've already looked in
everything we have.

Ernest, please help.

GEORGE:
Where's the captain?

He should be made to tell.

-Mr. Tilley--
-Sir.

-Where is that bomb?
-Please let us--

You want to kill yourself
or Brock, that's your business,

but there are innocent
passengers aboard this plane.

-Go away.
-You gonna--

Keep your hands off me,
you animal,

or it'll be
sooner than you think.

Sir...

Please go back to your seat.

The passengers have the right
to know what you're going to do

about this--
this homicidal maniac.

Yeah. Please sit down.

Mr. Tilley, I'd like you to go
down to the lounge deck

until further notice.
It's for your own good.

Thank you, captain.

If explosives are hidden
aboard this plane,

as rumor seems to have it,
we'll find them,

but it could turn out
that this danger's imaginary.

However, there is a very real
and serious danger

that threatens us all,
and that is panic.

I tell you,
those who behave badly now

will be ashamed of themselves
for the rest of their lives.

No one, absolutely no one,

must take matters
into their own hands.

No one or no group.

You leave things to me
and I'll pledge myself

and my crew to your
well-being without stint.

Now you're all invited to enjoy
our fine vintage wines

and champagnes, compliments
of the Atlantic Queen.

Sit back, relax,

and we'll get you to New York
safe... and dry.

-To the captain.
-Hear, hear.

Hurrah for the captain.

Hurrah for the captain
is it? Sucker.

Sit back and be brave he says,
and be blown to pieces.

Well, here's one that's
not going to sit back.

I think you're
absolutely right.

Why don't you two hold hands?

You might give each other enough
courage to stop whimpering.

-Hey, wait a minute.
-Listen to her talk.

Then behave, both of you.

Who do you think you're
speaking to, you little slut.

There's enough trouble on this
plane, Mrs. Satterly,

without my being forced
to drag you by your

peroxide hair and throw you in
the trash can where you belong!

You shut up!

She was only speaking for
the good of us all,
she only means--

I know what she means.
I know what you mean.

You're just
a pair of whiners.

Go and sit with her, go on,
I don't want to be near you.

Oh, very well, have it
your own way, Miss Como.

You're being very naughty,
you know.

Excuse me,
could you use some help?

'Cause if I don't
do something soon,
I'll explode.

There are some
types on this plane.

I know what you mean.
You've got the job.

Champagne,
compliments of the captain.

Well, that's very
kind of him,

but tell him
we're not really that worried.

Colonel,
I'm Allen Mulliner.

-Yes, Mr. Mulliner.
-Look, you're a--

This is Doctor Bergstein.

Look, you're a military man,
I'm in steel.

I don't care if it's
war or business.

In a crisis if the leadership
is weak, you change it. Right?

You're talking about
Captain Bardow.

We've got a time bomb aboard
and he's floundering.

You want somebody else
to fly the plane?

I just want
a man of action on board

to do something
about this maniac.

Like what?

Like make him
tell us where it is.

You mean,
by physical persuasion?

-If necessary.
-Look, Mr. Mulliner,

people like Mr. Tilley
don't capitulate to torture.

He is mentally sick.

Any real leader
like Captain Bardow

would know that at once.

Yeah, but look, doc--

We have complete faith
in Captain Bardow.

Then you're both
a pair of idiots

just waiting
to be bombed to hell.

[scoffs] I thought the US Army
produced something better

these days than
blind obedience.

You're out.

Grand piano is mine, darling.

That's OK. It wouldn't fit
in a bachelor apartment anyway.

You may find your next true love
sooner than you think.

That's the best thing
about a divorce case,

it's the only kind of trial
where if they find you guilty,

they set you free,

and I intend to
stay that way

a long, long time.

To recover from me?

Yes. But not
the way you mean it.

From the captain.
Sweet or dry?

-Oh, a little of both.
-I think we prefer dry.

What's going on up there?
I mean, not just a rumor is it?

Everything's under control,
Mr. Forrester.

Look, I want to know.

Would you mind
giving me back my wrist?

-Let her go, Billy.
-Thank you.

-Sweet or dry?
-Nothing, thanks.

It's very good.

I don't go for that
phony stuff, you can keep it.

-Sweet for him.
-[chuckles]

It's still the only way,
make him talk.

What if he won't?

He will.
You can make anybody talk

if you've got the guts
to go all the way.

That's not necessarily true,
young man.

In my time, I've known a few
noticeable exceptions.

-That was in your time.
-Billy!

And they were
better times, too.

You know,
if this thing blows up,

I'll never travel
by plane again.

I can't quite decide whether
you're afraid or not.

Oh, I am. I'm scared to death.
Same thing going on stage.

I don't make jokes
for the audience.

-I do it to keep myself happy.
-That's your secret.

Well, that and these
in an emergency.

Faith, hope,
and tranquility.

Would you care to indulge?

Some other time.

Well, just add a few germs
to give it taste.

[chuckles]

-Cheers!
-Cheers!

-Compliments of the captain.
-Thank you.

We don't want his bribes!
We want action!

Madam,
may I tell you something?

Tell me what?

Tell you that you ought to
watch your manners,
Mrs. Satterly,

even if she's too polite
to say it, I'm not.

You're not dead yet,
you know.

If we all leave it up
to people like you,

we'd all be dead as dodos.

Pull yourself together,
Mrs. Satterly.

It doesn't look good, a woman
of your age falling apart.

I'll scratch your eyes out!

Hey!
Take it easy.

What a disgusting
spectacle you are.

Look, ladies,
is this absolutely necessary?

Why don't you stop
worrying the passengers

and just get that maniac to tell
us where he's hidden the bomb?

We're doing everything
that has to be done.

-Now, please sit down, madam.
-Don't you dare touch me.

You could go to jail for that.

You'll never work again,
I'll see to that.

Mr. Mulliner, I don't want to
have to warn you again.

Then don't warn me.

What are you doing about
our safety?

I just said:
everything that has to be done,

including keeping you
from making it worse.

Wow, he's really catching it.

I wouldn't like
to be in his seat.

When I tell Captain Bardow
how you've been helping me,

he'll be very nice to you.

Don't you dare
tell him anything about it.

As leader of the opposition,
you're not doing very well.

You don't fool me,
Miss Barrington.

Why should I want to
try and fool someone like you?

You're just trying to show
how superior you are.

I've had you
figured from the start.

Lady-sure-of-herself,
the ex-deb, high society.

That's right.

I belong to a society
that tries to preserve

the best of our culture,
such as being calm in a crisis.

I'm perfectly calm.
Look, maybe I don't

come from your class but--

Oh, I know, don't tell me.

You're a man
who came up from the ranks.

Miner's son to
chairman of the board,

ambitious, energetic,

efficient, self-reliant,
resourceful.

Everything but class
and you can't forget it.

There are thousands
of accidents every day.

I only had three drinks.
I wasn't drunk.

It could have
happened to anyone.

Was the blonde woman
Sandra Williams?

She was the one
at the time wasn't she?

She was a devil.

She was an evil
influence on you.

Every man she ever fastened onto
came to a bad end.

Drinking,
crazy driving, no wonder.

She's the one that
should be punished, not you.

It was her, Rose, I didn't do
things like that before her,

you know that.

We'll come out of this
all right, dear.

I know we will.

I hope so, but a crazy fool
like that can do anything.

Look, do you think
it was just a threat?

I'm sure of it.
Just to scare us.

It isn't that easy to hide a
bomb where it can't be found.

Yes, I--
I suppose you're right.

You couldn't have
looked everywhere.

Well, how about
the unusual places.

The first aid compartment,
the fire extinguisher box.

That's a good idea.

All right, Bentley,
you do that.

Bentley's going to leave
the bar phone off its cradle.

If we're lucky, we might be able
to hear what they're saying.

-Listen, Skip--
-Shut up.

Those are her footsteps
going into the bar now.

-Is she sure he--
-Quiet.

MRS. TILLEY:
Don't shut your mind, please.

I'm listening, Carol.

How can you do anything
so monstrous, so hideous,

how can you, Ernest?

You hate me too?

If you do this I will,

and if there's another world
I'll hate you in that one.

You don't understand, Carol.

Why did you marry me
if you never understand me?

How could I ever imagine
that you'd ever want to do

anything like this?

You'll see, it'll be
better this way.

There's a terrible evil
in this world, Carol.

It sits inside us
and sucks our blood.

Oh, God, I've spent
a wicked life, too.

Making explosives to destroy.
I hate myself.

But I hate this world, too,
and if I had a--

If I had a bomb,
a huge bomb, I'd finish it.

Oh, I'd do it. I'd do it,
I'd do it, I'd do it.

Stop it! Ernest, I beg you,
on my knees I beg you,

don't do this horrible thing.

Don't be afraid Carol,
it'll be over soon.

Soon? How soon?

The curse of the world
will be on you if you do this.

Even God will hate you.
Do you hear that?

Even God will hate you!

I don't care.

She shouldn't have
lost her head.

He said it would be soon,

just in case you're still
feeling relaxed.

-Yes?
-Nothing much, sir.

The steward found this in the
waste basket in the men's room.

Tilley was in there
just after take-off.

Well, the thing might not
go off. It might fizz.

He's an expert on high
explosives, remember.

You know,
I've got a feeling

he might have timed it for
the coast...

so it can be seen.

Whitman,
if we use maximum speed

all the way we can
save 20 minutes.

We might touch down
before anything happens.

How about our fuel consumption
if we do that?

Could be dicey, sir, but I'll
have a figure in a minute.

All right, check it.

Michaels,
you get in touch with London.

Describe this in detail.

Tell them to get the chairman
of the board, if necessary,

but find out exactly what they
sell in those kinds of packets.

All right, sir.

Have you got that figure yet?

Just coming.

Just about make it
with no edge at all, sir.

Well, that's the way
we're going to play it.

I want full rated power
as fast as she'll go.

[engine revs]

[gasps]

Mr. Gilbert!

I just wanted you to know
I'm still alive.

At least I'm not an angel yet.

There could be
no doubt about that.

Do you play cards,
Mr. Meadows?

With you, five-aces Emma
from Loadville?

There are only
four aces in my card pack.

Come on, son,
you only live once.

Do you think
we should be gambling

before we go to meet
our maker?

I'll make a side bet
you won't get even a scratch
on this trip.

Yeah, but supposing I win,
how are you going to pay me out

if I'm up there and you're
down in the other place?

Well, since you're being
such a pip,

I'll read your palm
instead.

I'm rather good at it.
Come on, let me see.

Don't bother with my love line
today, just the life line.

Is it going to end in, um...
water?

No water at all, no.

But I see a great deal of money
and huge audiences

and lots of people, oh,
many people, laughing, laughing.

A long life and a merry one.

You're going to be
all right, Binky. Really.

That's just my right hand.

Do you think my left hand's
going to be saved as well?

[both laughing]

Thank you, London.
We'll keep in touch.

Six volt battery wrapper.

That means that something
rigged with a battery

may be on board this plane.

I'll be he can
set it off at will.

That's a happy thought.

Did you want to see me,
captain?

Yes, please.
Saunders.

-Sit down.
-Yeah.

Miss Como, uh--
It is Miss, isn't it?

Yes, it's still Miss,
thank you very much.

Oh, I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to pry.

Don't be sorry.
I'm very happy about it.

Oh, well,
look first I'd like to

thank you
for helping the stewardess.

Oh, I was just
helping myself really.

I get very nervous
sitting doing nothing.

But you haven't had
any more news about
poor old Tilley?

No news,
neither good nor bad,

but the bomb
hasn't gone off yet.

Well, I think
that's splendid news.

Yes, it is.

Look, I wonder if you could
help us a little bit more.

We'd like you to be our eyes
and ears among the passengers.

Some of them might want to take
matters into their own hands

and others might panic;
we'd like to know

about the first
and try to prevent the second.

Maybe I could
spike their drinks.

I've got enough pills
and tranquillizers

to put this whole plane
into a coma for weeks.

Well, I can't give
official sanction to that,

but if you'd like to help

some of your friends
through an ordeal...

Right, I'll tell Pam about
anything I see or hear.

All right. Thank you.

-Oh, Dr. Bergstein.
-Oh, forgive me.

-Thank you.
-The stewardess told me--

Yes, I know, doctor. Uh--

I'd like you to have a word
with Mr. Tilley, if you would.

My work is with
tropical medicines,

uh... I'm not a psychiatrist.

Yes, I understand,
but you are a doctor,

you must know something
about a sick mind.

At least more than anybody else
on board this plane.

We've got to take
every chance we can.

Well, I'll try my best.

That'd be good enough for me.

The steward'll pass you down
to the lounge deck. Thank you.

EDWINA:
I'm out by three points.

Five-hundred and three,
to be exact.

-The car is yours, Edwina.
-Correct.

Astounding luck.

You know, if I don't
win something I may decide

not to give you
this divorce.

Next.

Oh, one Swedish cut glass set.

Consider it
my farewell gift to you.

Think of me when you get around
to drinking a glass of water.

Don't try to be generous, Otis,
it's out of character.

Would you mind if I talked
with you, Mr. Tilley?

It's no use.

What was your daughter's name?

It's no use.

That is my younger one, Lucy;

a little devil,
always in some mischief.

Well, you can see
by her eyes, can't you?

This is Margot.

Just two years old and...
very different.

Quiet. Studious.

What was your daughter like?

Mr. Tilley,
I am a doctor.

And I know how
inhuman man can be.

You see, I am a Jew.

And I lived
in Vienna during the war.

I, too, have hate at mankind.

Once I thought if this world
would blow itself to pieces

the rest of the universe
would heave a sigh of relief.

I know how you feel.

I can understand.

Good.

I'm glad you agree with me.

I did agree.
But I have changed my mind.

And I want to tell you why.

Mr. Tilley, you have not yet
looked at my daughters.

That was very
unkind of you, Mr. Tilley.

They are the only pictures
I have of them.

Or ever will have.

They died in
concentration camp!

You're trying to trick me.

If your daughter was alive,

do you think that
she would approve,

or even understand
what you're trying to do?

This is the question I have to
ask myself time after time!

Leave me alone.

Answer the question
and I will leave you alone.

There are a thousand places
he could have hidden it

on a plane this size.

It could take ten, 15 hours
before it's ever found.

What do you suggest,
Mr. Mulliner?

Every human being
has his breaking point.

Even a lunatic.

It can happen any moment,
there's no time to lose.

What do you mean,
breaking point?

You mean torture him?

We're just going
to urge him to talk,

so if you're
squeamish about that--

I'm am.
Excuse me, gentlemen,

while I have
another brandy...

for nausea.

Mr. Forrester,
are you with us?

Yeah, sure.

Well, come on,
let's get going.

Let's get organized,
Mrs. Satterly.

You distract the steward
who's guarding the stairway,

then, uh... Mr. Gelderen,
Mr. Forrester,

you stand guard
over the stairs while...

we talk things over
with Tilley.

-Is all that clear?
-All right.

All right,
then let's go.

Oh, steward, I want a word
with the captain at once.

Well, I'm afraid
that's not possible--

[overlapping dialogue]

STEWARD : What do you
think you're trying to do?

GELDEREN:
You stay out of this.

-Has he told you anything yet?
-No.

All right,
you get upstairs.

Now, Mr. Mulliner,
it's no good what you intend--

-Get out!
-[yells]

You stay out of this.

I give you three seconds
to start talking.

Or I'll tear you apart,
limb from limb.

No, no, the man is ill.
You must stop it.

Run!

If you lay a hand on me,
it'll be over at once.

MAN: Get out of my way,
I'm going down there!

What are you idiots doing?

-I'm warning you!
-Cut it out, cut it out!

Stop it.

If and when we get down,

you two have
a lot to answer for.

Now, get up there.

Ah, you chicken-hearted idiots.
I might have saved your lives.

-You all right, Mr. Tilley.
-Leave me alone.

How about you, doctor?

Oh, thank you.
The spectacles only.

You know, I think
we're the insane ones,

trying to save your skin
so you can blow us up.

You've just saved yourself

a few more precious minutes,
that's all.

Don't waste your time
looking for the explosive.

Because even if you find it,

there's nothing
you can do to stop it.

MRS. SATTERLY: Sheep!
Sheep, you're all sheep

going to the slaughter.

What are you
sitting there for?

Don't you know
there's a bomb on the plane?

Mrs. Satterly, you're going
to have to calm down.

All she's interested in
is my being calm.

She's doesn't give a damn
about the bomb or about

the lunatic down there.
Just keep calm!

Well, I'm not calm,
I've suffered too much.

Twenty-five years
I took abuse,

did everything
a good wife should,

gave him my youth,

everything he wanted,
and I loathed him.

Now I'm going to die
before I can use my freedom

and all because of that lunatic
down there and a weak captain

who's afraid to do
what he's got to do.

Mrs. Satterly,
you must come back to your seat.

I'm warning you, keep away
from me, keep away from me.

Keep away from me!

-Madam, please.
-Don't you touch me!

Keep your paws off me.
Don't-- Don't you touch me!

I'll scratch the skin
off your face.

Get away, get away!
Don't you touch me!

Don't touch me!
Don't touch me!

Oh, God in Heaven,
how can you do this to me?

He was an evil old man
and I was true to him,

and I never did anything wrong,
not once.

Give me one year,
just one year.

Please, God,
give me one year.

Maybe this is God's justice
catching up with me.

Maybe I'm being
punished for my sins,

and you and Jeremy
are being sacrificed for me...

...for what I've done.

I've not been
a good husband to you, Jane.

What are you
trying to tell me, Victor?

You've every right
to despise me, hate me.

I never deserved you.

I never considered you
whenever I...

...wanted something myself.

That's not true.

You were always
so sweet about it.

Always brought me
flowers or a gift,

so you see
you did care for me,

worried about me,
felt something.

You mean you've known?

What could I do?

I always need you,
like you need me now.

You know what I'd like
right now?

A nice cup of tea.

Best service
you ever had, Mr. Gilbert.

-That is you, not us?
-Yes.

-Are you frightened?
-No.

You are. You're frightened.

Yes, I am frightened.

The worst thing is
not being able to show it,

and telling people
like that vile woman

that everything is going to be
all right, when inside,

I-- I feel--
I feel like jelly.

I don't know what made me think
I was good enough for this job

because I'm not.

Come here.

[exhales]

Does that help... a little?

Mm. A lot.

Come back for more then,
whenever you want.

Gil, I want to
tell you something.

Well, ordinarily I'd do
what most girls do.

That is, I-- I'd make you
run after me.

I'd be whimsical,
unreasonable,

but in the end I'd give in.

I just wanted you to know,
in case--

Wait a minute.

You don't have to tell me this.

If the best thing

that's ever going to happen
to us in this world

is happening right now,

it doesn't matter, does it?

No.

-Ace of diamonds.
-Oh, however did you do that?

[chuckles]
I've got friends.

Oh, stewardess,
is room service still on?

Yes, would you like
some hot coffee?

Well, how about two more

of those lovely martinis
for my chum and I?

Certainly, Mr. Meadows.

Any more news about
the terrible Mr. Tilley?

-No, nothing new yet.
-Well, as long as we don't

all get the news
at the same sudden moment.

So you say you play poker, eh?

-Played for 60 years.
-Well, we'll soon see.

How do you like it,
open or closed?

Closed.

Closed it is. Got your cards?
Make your bid.

[chuckles]
Whatever you do, I raise.

-Oh, you're one, you...
-[chuckling]

Billy, I thought you said you
were throwing that thing away.

-Did I?
-Yes, you did.

Gee, I didn't know
you needed the stuff that much.

You didn't like me joining
the action party, did you?

-Well, did you?
-No. No, Billy.

It's still the only way.
Make him talk.

A man just can't sit by
and let himself be destroyed,
can he?

That's not a man.
Ah, you don't understand.

Maybe I understand a lot more
than you think I do.

I could tell you--

Look, will you leave me alone?
Will you just leave me alone?

Will you leave me alone?!

Sad, people going to pieces
like hysterical hens.

We may not go to pieces
but we might be blown to pieces.

It wouldn't be the end
of the world, just of us.

-Gin and game, my dear.
-Oh, no, not already.

Yes. And that gives me
the complete sitting room,

including your golf clubs.

My golf clubs? Now just how
do you figure that?

We said everything
in the sitting room?

Yeah.

You've insisted on leaving
your golf clubs there

no matter how many times
I've tried to stop you.

[scoffs]
You're absolutely right.

Your golf clubs.

-Amazing how you keep winning.
-Amazing?

Just a better player,
darling.

Ten. Better?

It is luck, Edwina,
but I'm glad you have it.

You never could face
an unpleasant fact, Otis.

Why would I find it unpleasant
if a wife of mine

happens to have
some little skill?

You just do.
Jealousy, I suppose, or--

Jealousy? I was stupid enough
to be in love with you,

to admire you.

If ever I made
a witty remark at a party,

you always tried
to say something funnier.

Witty remark? You?
When did that happen?

At the Whitfields'.
They laughed like drains

last time time I was there.

[chuckles]

You're simply trying to
goad me into breaking at down

so that you can take me into
your arms and comfort me.

You haven't the courage to say
you'd like me to take you back.

If you're making a peace
overture, I wish you'd do it

a little more subtly, dear.

How you flatter yourself, Otis.

It's not bad.

Having an enjoyable trip,
Miss Barrington?

There's nothing one can do,
so why get hysterical?

You think I'm hysterical?

I've seem calmer men.

I maybe a willing lamb,
Miss Barrington,

but I'm not ox
waiting to go to slaughter.

I think you're afraid to die,
Mr. Mulliner.

And you're not?

Of course I am,

but I wouldn't dream of
letting it show.

If they'd let you do
what you wanted to do,

we'd all be safe.

Mr. Brock, your safety
is of no interest to me at all.

Well...

-Rose.
-What is it, James?

There's one way they can stop
this lunatic blowing us all up.

-How?
-By killing me.

Nobody's going to kill you.

No, don't you see,
if they get rid of me,

he'll be satisfied.

That fellow in front,
he'd do it.

He'd stop at nothing.

When Tilley sees
that Brock is dead,

I guarantee you that
that bomb will not go off.

The whole world will
applaud us, Mr. Forrester.

We'll have saved
a plane full of people,

and destroyed one rat
that doesn't deserve to live.

The way we do it, no one will
ever know who to blame.

-We all agreed?
-Mm.

Oh, if any do-gooders
come along, don't let up.

Now, as soon as the stewardess
leaves, we'll start.

Go back to your seats.

When I get up,
start sauntering up to him.

We'll all converge on him
at the same time.

A tangle, a tumble of bodies,
and when we separate,

one dead man.

Who can blame
any one person?

All right.

I think I will change my seat,
Mr. Mulliner.

Why now?

Because I'd rather be
a spectator to a murder

than participate in one.

Who said anything
about murder?

It's the only other
possible answer;

to do in
the wicked Mr. Brock.

So you're above it all, eh?

Not in the least.
I've never see a murder.

I'm just dying to see one.
Do join me if all goes well.

Keep away or I'll pull this!

I'm warning you!

What shall we do?

That door won't open
in flight.

It will! Up here,
no-- no oxygen.

-No, he'll kill us all!
-He says the door won't open.

They're going to murder me!
Won't somebody help me!

[all yelling]

-You can't do this.
-Stay out of this!

-Stay out!
-You can't do this!

[grunting]

Don't let him get away!

Get him!

Stay away from me.

Don't let him
break that window!

-[glass shatters]
-[air hissing]

[yelling]

I'm all right.

What's our rate of descent?

SAUNDERS:
There's a gale below 15,000.

Make it seven,
air brakes out!

OK, pull her out!

[thunder rumbles]

It's very close here.

Nonsense.

You'll just have to go easy
on the hard stuff, that's all.

-Green.
-Sir. Here's the rope, sir.

-Can you handle this, please?
-Yes.

There's something
I've got to do.

-How is he?
-Conscious.

He's got a cut
above his eye;

still very unfriendly.

You didn't tell him
about Brock?

That was a trump card
I didn't want to waste.

I thought you ought to do it.

-The sooner the better.
-Good luck.

[thunder rumbles]

He's going down to tell him.

Do you think
it will do any good?

I don't know.

Do you think...?

I feel funny.
I can't stop shivering.

-I feel so cold.
-Do you want another drink?

No.

I mean,
don't worry about what I said.

No, not a drink.
Clara, what's got into me?

I feel as though I'm frozen.

Billy, you're white.

It must be a reaction.

Oh, Clara, make me warm.

So, he's dead.

Do you want to come up
and see for yourself.

No. I believe you.

Well, he's paid for his crime.

-But have you?
-Me?

Yes, you.
And the rest of the world.

And all of them who let him
get away with it

because of his money
and power.

The man who looks the other way
is one with the sinner.

Well, I'll make them all
turn their heads and see

that no man
is free from guilt. None!

He's been with that madman
long enough to find out
something!

That captain of ours
hasn't got a clue.

Mr. Mulliner.

Look, you've made
an ugly mess here.

I want to tell you
that if you budge

from this seat
once again--

Don't you threaten me,
you obedient little soldier boy.

Now you sit there until
this is all over, understand?

Or I'll give you the most

humiliating licking
of your life.

[thunder rumbles]

Thanks.

You're going to
destroy that soldier

if you ever get out of this
alive, aren't you?

I'm not going to forget him,
and he's not going to forget me.

But what if Mr. Tilley
still doesn't change his mind?

[chuckles]

Mr. Tilley, your bomb isn't
going to change anything.

The world will still go on
wherever it's going.

There'll always be people
like Brock and the weak people

who give in to him,
but there are others

who face up to catastrophe
and tragedy without bitterness,

-without hate.
-You're wasting your time.

The sin must be wiped out.

I've sworn to purge the sin!

You can't judge
in God's place.

You can't say what is sin
and what isn't,

who's to live
and whose to die.

It will be done
before the hour is out,

and nothing,
nothing will stop it!

This is a nightmare, Jane.

We should have gone by boat,
the way you wanted to.

[sobbing]

Gorblimey,
look at that lightening!

Mustn't say gorblimey, son.
It's not a real word at all.

-Captain, Miss Como to see you.
-Right. Show her in.

Miss Leyton says you have
some kind of suggestion.

Well, I have
one or two ideas;

I hope I'm not
completely out of line.

No, I'm desperate enough
to listen to anything.

The executioner's kindly
given us the precise moment.

It's in exactly--

No. Don't tell me.
I don't want to hear.

OK, silly suggestion
number one:

couldn't we signal a ship,
make a landing in the sea

so that they can
pick us up right away?

No. We've thought of that.
As you can see,

we're in a bad storm,
our survival time

down there would be nil.
No, I've made up my mind.

I think now
that force is the answer,

that Mulliner was right
this whole time.

-Mulliner? No!
-I know It's a bad turn
in the road,

but I've got no time
for anything else.

Listen, you wanted my opinion,
I say wait.

But we can't wait.

According to my calculations
he's got it timed

for just before the coast,
to drag out the agony,

or prove a point,
or whatever his

lunatic brand of
showmanship is,

but it gives us
a few more minutes
at the best.

Look, force won't work,
not with him.

Surely that's just
last chance thinking.

But it is the last chance.
It's better than no chance
at all!

Look, I have
another suggestion to make.

There's a boy on board.
He's only eight years old.

Let him talk to him.

He's a child.

He can't hate a child.
Let me get him for you.

You can talk to him,
tell him what to say.

[thunder rumbles]

JEREMY: But I want you
to come with me.

No, Jeremy,
you must go alone.

I don't want to go alone.

Jeremy you must.
We're all depending on you.

You want that flying medal
from Captain Bardow, don't you?

Go on then.

My name is
Master Jeremy Tracer, sir.

What's that?

My name is
Master Jeremy Tracer, sir.

Who sent you?

Miss... I forget.

What did she say?

JEREMY:
She told mother and father
that you were very sad,

and I must try to
cheer you up.

I know a funny story.

A man came home once,
when it was very cold outside

and he saw his sister
sitting by the fireplace.

It made the man very angry.
You know why?

Because they didn't have
a fireplace.

You see, the house
was burning down

and his sister was
sitting watching it.

First I was going to be
a motor mechanic when I grow up,

fix cars, but then I heard
Father tell Mommy

what trouble there is
in making rocket ships,

so I think I'll make rockets
to the moon and Mars,

and even to the sun.

I'll have to make
that one like a fridge

because the sun's very hot,
you know.

Isn't that a good idea?

Are you crying?

Go back, Jeremy.
Go back to your mother.

But you're not happy.

Get out!

Come on, Jeremy, I'll take you
back to your mommy.

-No, not yet.
-I want to go to my mommy.

Get down there, Jeremy.

Get down.
Now, Mr. Tilley.

I want you to tell this boy
just what you're going to do.

Jeremy, Mr. Tilley is angry
with the world

because a bad man
ran over his daughter
and killed her.

Now he's hidden a bomb
on the plane that's going to
kill us.

Listen, boy, this bomb
can explode and all of us,

you, your mommy and daddy,
will all be blown to bits

and thrown into the ocean.
Do you understand?

It's a lie. You're just trying
to frighten me. It's a lie.

It's a lie, isn't it?

Go, on, Mr. Tilley,
answer him.

You can't be that far gone,
you can't answer a child.

[thunder rumbles]

Well, answer him, damn you!

I want to be alone
with the boy.

I don't want to
cheer him up any more.

I want to come with you.

Be brave, Jeremy,
just for a little.

Stay here.

I don't want you two
standing out there listening.

-Are you afraid of me?
-Yes.

Jeremy, if someone killed
your mother and father,

you'd hate them,
wouldn't you?

Yes.

Well, you see,

the whole world
killed my little girl.

I didn't.
I didn't kill anyone.

No, not you.

My father and mommy didn't.
They never killed anyone.

They don't even
like to watch television

with killings in them.

They're the nicest people
in the world.

May I go now, sir?

Yes.

Glad to have met you, sir.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

ERNEST: Jeremy.

Come back.

Jeremy, I--

I have something for you.

This is Billy.

Are you going to make
the bomb explode like she said?

[thunder rumbles]

There is...

...no more bomb, Jeremy.

Give it to the captain,
Jeremy,

and tell him that the metal case
never was in his plane.

And that when he lands,

he'll find it
under the port wing,

held on by suction fasteners.

The bomb's quite harmless
without its remote control,

and the control's quite harmless
without that battery.

Tell him...
he almost found it,

but that if he had,
the end would have been then.

Off you go.

He gave me this bird.
It's a smasher.

Oh, and this battery
to make the bomb go off.

[toy rattles]

Come along, darling,
we're almost there.

[scoffs] You know,
he could have made it

go off any time he wanted to.

Poor man.

What an evening!

I can't say I mind
seeing the sunset this day.

A lot of good things
have happened, too.

I told you everything
would be all right.

I'll always
listen to you from now on.

How old did you say you'd be
when you go upstairs?

Seventy-nine,

and remember,
you'll survive me
by four years,

but don't worry about it,
I carry lots of life insurance.

I'll miss you
dreadfully, anyway.

It's going to be very tedious

telling our friends
we're together again.

It'll cast
a pall of gloom for weeks.

They'll call us phonies.

Still, everybody can't be
happy at once.

Hey, would you like
to play for fun?

You mean for love?

Uh-huh.

You'll see,
I'll win now, that's my luck.

Don't resent it
so much, darling.

Money isn't everything.

Deal.

[giggling]

You know, they're going to
think it's very odd.

Odd, what?

Oh, with all your problems
they're going to wonder

how you found the time.

Time?

To get that red stuff
all over your mouth.

Michaels, call the tower.
Long Final Zero Four.

Full flaps.

Ladies and gentlemen,
this is your captain.

We are preparing to land.
I'd like to thank you all...

...very much.

Oh, dear,
this always confuses me.

Allow me.

Just an excuse
to make a pass at you.

Oh, I only wish it were!

[tires screeching]