Murder on Flight 502 (1975) - full transcript

[dramatic music]

- [Overhead Announcer]
Flight Officer Clark,

please contact Maintenance.

All passengers for
flight 490 to Chicago

may now board at gate 43.

All passengers for
flight 490 to Chicago

may now board at gate 43.

- [Gate Agent] May I have
your passport, Mr. Perkins?

- [Mr. Perkins] Uh-huh.

- Flight 502 leaves at 6:30 p.m.

Your arrival in
London is at 6:10 a.m.



Flying time is about
6-1/2 hours, sir.

- May I have a window seat?

- Yes, of course,
but at 36,000 feet,

there really isn't much to see.

- Any seat will do then.

- [Gate Agent] Your First Class
lounge is next to gate 43.

- Thank you.

- [Overhead Announcer]
Attention please.

Flight 92, arriving at gate six.

- Ya got gum, antacids pills,

candy, airsick pills.

Momma, they're not coming.

- Would I expect Rosalee
to come all the way

from Long Island or
Maurice from Jersey



when he has two
operations tomorrow?

Would I expect that?

- Yes.

- So?

Them I'll bring back nothing.

The kids yes, but them, nothing.

- You'll bring like
you always bring.

You got your passport, ticket,
all your hotel reservations?

- Donald, I've been
already since your father,

he should rest in peace, died.

To the Catskills, to Atlantic
City, to Los Angeles,

Montreal where I didn't
understand a word.

Every February by
cousin Bertha in Miami.

- But momma, this time,
it's the grand tour,

all over Europe.

- Europe, pft, pft, pft.

I was born there.

- What'd ya expect, Jack,

reporters, groupies,
autograph hounds?

- Know I gotta be the
best kept secret in town.

- If you blow it this time,
you're gonna be out for good.

- Yeah, Benny, I had
ten gold records.

Nobody knows I'm alive.

- That's four years ago.

In this business,
ancient history.

- Don't forget somethin', Benny.

You built that
agency on my back.

- I remember,
that's why I'm here.

- Yeah but Benny, you make--

- Now look.

Listen, for once in
your life, listen, Jack.

When you're on top you
can rape Whistler's Mother

in Macy's window at high
noon and get away with it.

- OK.
- But when you're tryin'

to scratch your way back up,
- OK, Benny.

- one traffic ticket and
you're out on your keister.

- Benny, I got it.

Anything ya say,
anything ya say, pal.

- So you're the opening
act in three towns,

but it pays expenses.

- That's good.

- This spaghetti western,
it's gonna make you sellable.

- Benny, it'll work.

I am agreein' with
ya, anything ya say.

- Alright, now be on time.

- Be on time.

- Cooperate.

- I'll cooperate.

- No making it with
the director's girl.

- No making it with
the director's girl.

Maybe his wife.

- I'm more worried
about his daughter.

- [Overhead Announcer]
Will Dr. Kenyon Walker

report to the TOA
First Class lounge?

Dr. Walker, report to the
TOA First Class lounge.

- [Dorothy] Is someone
meeting you in London?

- My mother.

- [Dorothy] Well I'm sure
she'll be glad to see you.

- She always is.

- [Dorothy] Dr. Walker?

- What?

- [Dorothy] I asked if
you were Dr. Walker.

- Gruenwaldt, Otto Gruenwaldt.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Gruenwaldt.

- Excuse me, did you say Dr.
Walker, Dr. Kenyon Walker?

Is he on this flight?

- Why, yes, do you know him?

- No, no I don't know him.

I don't know him.

- I hope you have
a nice flight, sir.

- Sure hope I don't
sit next to him.

- [Dorothy] You
asked to sit alone.

- I always sit alone.

- Would you like a Dramamine?

Ray?
- Hmm?

- Would you like a Dramamine?

- Why?

- You look so tense.

- I'm perfectly alright.

- Ray, we need this trip.

- Well, it was my
idea, wasn't it?

- Yes, but I just--

- Look, it's what
you always wanted.

London, Rome, Paris, Athens,
now you're getting it.

- I know, but it was just
so quick, that's all.

One minute, I was dressing to go

and have dinner at the club,

and then the next, I'm packing.

- That's the way I
always do things, Claire.

- No, now actually,

you never--
- Oh, will you please

stop talking so much?

I've got things on my mind.

- I hurt, too, Ray.

- [Dorothy] Good
afternoon, Ms. Briarly.

- Nice seeing you again.

- [Dorothy] Perfect
flying weather.

- Sure, I started
preparing at noon.

Thank you.

I bite.

- I've had my shots.

- Tell me the truth.

You're irresistibly drawn
to older women, right?

- Dr. Walker?

- Yes.

- [Dorothy] Your service called.

- [Dr. Walker] May
I have your phone?

- [Dorothy] Right over there.

- [Dr. Walker] Thank you.

[dramatic music]

- [Captain Larkin]
Good evening Ms. White.

- [Karen] Good evening,
Captain Larkin.

- [Captain Larkin]
What are we carrying?

- 21 in First Class,
217 in tourist.

- [Captain Larkin] Not too bad.

- No, can I get you anything?

- Not right now.

Looking forward to your
last trip as a working girl?

- I'm looking forward
to a small wedding,

a house, and some kids.

I've been liberated long enough.

Well, we're glad
you could make it.

- Sorry I'm late.

The traffic.

Ugh, why am I such a klutz?

- Aren't you gonna
miss all this glamour?

- It's glamorous for you.

You get to fly sitting down.

- I'd like to help you ladies,

but someone's got to
drive this airplane.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Mr. Paul Barons?

- That's right.

- [Dorothy] Have a nice flight.

- Oh, the possibilities
seem rather limited.

- I'm sure you'll
make the most of it.

- Uh, yes, I always do.

- [Detective Myerson]
Good afternoon.

- [Vera] Good afternoon, sir.

Can I help you with something?

- I'd like to see your Captain.

- Oh, certainly, Sergeant.

He's upstairs in the cockpit.

- Thank you.

[knocks on cockpit door]

- [Captain Larkin]
Can I help you?

- [Detective Myerson]
Captain Larkin?

- Yes.

- I'm Detective
Sergeant Myerson,

New York City Police Department.

They said I should check
with you about my gun.

By law, as a police officer,

I'm supposed to carry
it at all times.

- Yeah, I'm sorry.

On this plane, I'm the law.

I don't like
pistol-packing passengers,

even if they're off-duty cops.

I'll return it when we land.

- Ah, if you ask a
question, you get an answer.

I'm gonna feel naked without it.

- Get lonely, you can
have visiting privileges.

On vacation?

- Don't I wish.

No, it's an exchange
course with Scotland Yard.

They're gonna teach
me how to drink tea.

I teach them how to keep from
getting mugged in Hyde Park.

- Have a nice trip.

- Take care of the kid.

She's touchy.

- [Overhead Announcer]
Now boarding at gate 12.

[speaking in foreign language]

TOA flight 502 for London
now boarding at gate 12.

[gentle music]

- [Vera] Right at the
counter, first seat.

[gentle music]

- [Karen] Ms. Briarly?

- Oh, God bless you.

- [Karen] You will finish
this before takeoff?

- Don't I always?

- Briarly?

Mona Briarly?

Well, this is indeed a pleasure.

I'm Paul Barons.

- I'm sure with perseverance,
you can overcome it.

[he laughs]

- Isn't that
against regulations?

Serving booze before takeoff?

- She's an exception.

If she doesn't get juiced,

she panics when the
seat belt sign goes on.

Hi.

- Hi.
- Can I take that for you?

- Yeah, sure.

They said that I could
take it on the plane.

- [Karen] OK.

I'll just put it with
the coats, Mr. Marshall.

- Hey, have we met before?

- No, it's just that I
have most of your records.

Well, maybe all of them.

- No kidding.

So do I.

I think that makes two of
us, and that's about it.

- [laughs] No.

[suspenseful music]

- Hi.

- Didn't you used to be
Jack Ainsley Marshall?

- Didn't I used?

Yes, I used to be
Jack Ainsley Marshall.

And you wanna know somethin'?

I'll be damned if I
know who I am now.

- I'm sorry, that
sounded stupid.

I only meant,

I mean, you were my
all-time favorite.

- Well, thank you very much,
and listen, you keep the faith

because I'm gonna be Jack
Ainsley Marshall again.

- Oh my dear God.

I'm getting off this plane.

- Just sit there, just sit
there and keep your voice down.

- I should've known, I should've
known, I should've known.

- I just wanna talk to him.

- Please Raymond, let's
get off this plane.

Let's take another plane.

No.

No.

He's gotta know it's not
over for either of us.

He's gotta keep remembering.

- [Control Tower]
TOA 502 for London.

Cleared for takeoff
on runway nine zero.

[jet engines roaring]

[dramatic music]

[plane roars overhead]

[dramatic music]

[moves into suspenseful music]

- Security?

TOA First Class lounge.

I think we have a bomb in here.

Everybody move out quickly.

[intense music]
[people talking hurriedly]

[sirens wailing]

[intense music]

[clock ticking]

- Come on in now, Mr.
Davenport, it's safe.

A joke.

A stupid joke.

- Is there anything else around?

- Nothing.

- [sighs] Middle of the night.

Tooth that's killing me.

Some idiot's playing jokes.

- I don't wanna hear
about your problem.

I got the call in a motel room.

Scared the hell out of me.

Thought it was my wife.

- Dorothy, what time
did you get on duty?

- [Dorothy] Five
o'clock, Mr. Davenport.

- How many flights?

- 502 for London and 499 to
Frankfurt leaving at 10:15.

- Have you got the
passenger list for 502?

- Yes.

- Millard Kensington.

- Sir?

- Don't ya remember him?

Kid about 13.

- Oh, yeah, he'll make
some analyst rich.

- Drive the rest of us
crazy in the process.

Last year, he boarded a
plane with 13 sponges.

Blocked up every
john on the airplane.

I'll have to notify the
Captain he's aboard.

- Oh, Mr. Davenport, here's
a letter addressed to you.

If they mailed it, it
would've taken a week.

They coulda saved the stamp.

- With any luck.

Oh my God.

- What is it?

- "By the time you
receive this letter,

"you will already know about
the murders on flight 502."

[suspenseful music]

Hey fella, can you hurry
that up a little bit?

- Almost there.

- Almost there.
[phone rings]

Almost there.

- Security.

One moment, sir.

It's the Commissioner.

- Hello, Commissioner,
what's the decision?

We'll I know it's not
Treasury, it's not FAA,

and it's not Immigration.

Well, they're almost
four hours out.

They can't come back.

Every possible alternate
airport's socked,

and they've got to
continue to London.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yes, I'll keep you posted.

Thank you, Commissioner.

Well, it's my baby.

- I'm all set.

[beeping]

- TOA flight 502
answering cell call.

- Move to 1825, 1825.

- It's all yours.
- Thank you.

Alice, would you bring me
that passenger list here?

Hello, Captain Larkin?

This is Robert Davenport,
Kennedy Security.

We've got a problem.

- Whatcha mean is I've
got a problem, right?

- Here's the picture.

Somebody set off a smoke bomb
in the First Class lounge.

It turned out to be
a practical joke.

- So, what's the problem?

- You have a passenger in
the First Class section,

name of Millard Kensington,
he's a kid about 13.

He did everything but
sign his name to it.

- You want me to spank him

or turn him over
to Scotland Yard?

[crew laughs]

- Just remember who he is.

Now he may have had
a hand in this, too,

but I don't think so.

Because of the bomb
scare in the lounge,

I received this
letter a day early.

- Repeat that, Davenport,
I don't follow.

- [Robert] I was supposed to
receive this letter tomorrow.

Instead, I got it tonight.

Is that plain enough?

- Go on.

- It reads, "By the time
you receive this letter,

"you will already know about
the murders on flight 502."

- What?
- "If any innocent people

"are hurt, I am sorry.

"If I die, I want it known
that it was the only way."

Well?

- That's a problem.

Don't suppose the guy
was thoughtful enough

to sign the letter?

- But it was left in
the First Class lounge,

so I suppose it was left
by a First Class passenger.

- First, I want all the
information you can get

on the passengers
in First Class.

All I get are names
and addresses.

I want backgrounds,
medical records,

police records, anything.

Next, you get a
criminal psychologist

to go over that data with you.

- Thank you, Captain Larkin,
I know the procedure.

The psychologist is on his way.

What do ya think?

Is it possible it's a bomb?

- I don't think so.

If that letter's not a phony,

it sounds like he's
after particular people,

which means we probably got
a psychopath on our hands.

Religious, political,
it could be anything.

Look, I'll check out the
kid and get back to you.

- I'll be here.

Alice, would you
get me some aspirin?

This toothache is killing me.

[gentle music]

- Will you come
upstairs, please?

The Captain'd like to see you.

[gentle music]

- [Millard] Yes, sir?

- Sit down, Millard.

- Yes, sir.

- Millard, all practical
jokes are dumb.

Some are dumber than others.

But some are downright dangerous

and people can get
badly hurt by them.

Do you understand what
I'm saying to you?

- No, sir.

- You left a smoke bomb
back at the First Class

passenger lounge at
Kennedy, didn't you?

Didn't you?

- I didn't mean to
hurt anybody, sir.

- Ya didn't, not yet.

In addition to the bomb,
did ya leave anything else?

A letter?

- No sir.

I just wrote, "Ha
ha," on his forehead

so everybody would
know it was a joke

and nobody'd get real scared.

- Now, Millard,
this is important.

Smoke bomb doesn't matter.

But the answer to what
I'm asking you now

could affect the lives of
other passengers on this plane.

Are you sure you
didn't leave a letter

addressed to Robert
Davenport at the airport?

- I don't even know
a Robert Davenport.

Is he a friend of my father's?

- OK.

Go on back to your seat.

- Yes, sir.

- Now Millard.

- Yes, sir?

- I'll be busy for a
while, but later on,

come on to the cockpit.

I'll show ya how this machine
practically flies itself.

OK?

- Yes, sir.

- Hmm, what have we got?

- [Alice] My list checks
with the stewardess,

and Immigration sent
over what they had.

- Anybody put down
Psycho as an occupation?

- You know, there are two
men that can be of help.

A doctor and a police officer.

Daniel Myerson.

- [Phone Speaker]
Davenport, this is Larkin.

- TOA 502, this is Kennedy
Security, go ahead.

- Davenport, don't
be so damn formal.

There nobody in this frequency
except the two of us.

I checked out the kid.

The smoke bomb's his
but not the letter.

I'm sure he's telling the truth.

- I guess it would
have been all too easy.

- [Captain Larkin] What
have you got for me?

- A cop.

There's a police office
in the First Class section

by the name of--

- Myerson, we met.

- Well, you can fill him in.

Oh, yeah, in case you need one,

there's also a
doctor, a Dr. Walker.

- We got a priest, too.

Do we got an undertaker?

- As a matter of fact.

- I'm sorry I asked.

- Thank you very much.

The FBI is running the
First Class passengers

and the crew through
their computers.

- Ah, this tooth is
just drivin' me crazy.

- Why don't ya take
some more aspirin?

- I've been eating
'em like popcorn.

Put the passengers' names in
alphabetical order, please.

- What for?

- Alice, don't ask
any questions, just
do as I say, alright?

[plane engines roaring]

- We're pretty sure
he's a psychopath.

Now, how do we spot him?

- Well, if he's wearing a
Napoleon hat, it's easy.

Otherwise, they come in
all sizes and shapes.

From 11-year-old girls
to 80-year-old men.

And they all look
perfectly normal.

- I'll appreciate your help.

- Of course.

I'll sit in the back of
the First Class section.

- And do what?

- What a cop does best.

Wait and watch.

- Hold it.

- Thought you didn't like guns?

- I don't like my passengers
getting killed, either.

- Listen, if a bullet goes
through the skin of this plane,

what happens?

- Relax, we're still
on the warranty.

- Well, that's great.

[gentle music]

Excuse me.

Is that seat empty?

- Yes it is, Sergeant.

- I'll be sitting back
there for a while.

- OK.

- Enjoying your trip, Father?

- Oh, very nice, thank you.

- Talking is better
than thinking.

- Huh?

- I've seen that look on
my late husband's face,

God love him.

His name was Sam.

- Ah ha.

- My name is Ida Goldman.

- Well, it's very nice
to meet you, Ms. Goldman.

- If you'd like to talk,

a good place to start
is with your name.

- Uncle Charlie.

- Oh, part of the
story I know already.

[they chuckle]

- Your first big hit was
A Lonely Shade of Blue.

I wore out three
different records of it.

- Hey, that's really nice.

Ya know, that song was on
the top 10 in the charts

for 22 weeks in a row.

I like that song myself.

- I mean, you
really seem to know

what being lonely is all about.

- Yeah, well, um,
the beat goes on.

- Look at 'em, will
ya look at him?

- Oh, Raymond, stop it.

- He's like an animal.

- And what do you think
you've turned into?

- You know she's nothin'
more than a baby?

[dramatic music]

- Are you going to stare at
me all the way to London?

- Well, I've never met
a famous author before.

- Do not confuse random
seating arrangements

with a formal introduction.

- Tell me, when was
it that you discovered

how much rudeness people
will take from a celebrity?

- I'm sorry, Mr. Barons.

It's just that my
disposition is rotten

at the best of times,

and it gets noticeably
worse on a plane.

I am terrified of flying,

and this almost
gets me through it.

- Oh, well, I understand then.

You know, I don't normally gush,

but I am a mystery buff.

I've read all of your
books, and I admire 'em.

Now tell me, your style is
influenced by A.J. Scott,

isn't it?

- Hardly surprising.

I am A.J. Scott.

- Oh?

- Now I am also Everett
Hicks, and John Wilson,

and once in a while, I
am even Mona Briarly.

- Well, well, I had no idea.

Why did you choose
male pen names?

- Well, one of my earlier
husbands persuaded me

that writing murder mysteries
was very un-ladylike,

and as it turned out, he was
ladylike enough for both of us.

[they laugh]

- But you write with such
knowledge about crime.

- Well, Mr. Barons,
writing about crime

is much like committing crime.

The planning must be
meticulous, you...

Barons.

Barons.

Of course.

About five years ago, the
Federated Bank robbery.

If memory serves me
right, and it always does,

it was $7 million stolen

and never recovered.

- Ms. Briarly, I am a buyer
for a dress house in New York.

- And I'm the happy hooker.

[he laughs]

- Davenport.

Are you asleep down there?

- Hold it, Larkin, I think
we've got our first break.

According to the FBI,
Dr. Walker is on his way

to a country they won't specify

to perform a final surgical
operation they won't describe.

On a Head of State
they won't name.

But they want him protected.

- Well, maybe you can tell me

who I'm supposed to
protect him from.

- [Robert] No such luck.

- Look, I'm one hour and
24 minutes from touchdown.

Has that shrink arrived yet?

- He's going over the stuff now.

- He better hurry.

This nut's gonna
have to make his move

inside of that hour and a half.

- We know that.

Can't you tell Larkin
anything about this guy?

- Who says it is a guy?

- [Robert] Larkin,
did ya hear him?

- Yeah, I heard him.

[dramatic music]

- We moved around so much,
I never knew where home was.

It's like that in
the State Department.

- Huh, it's like that
in show business, too.

- After my mother died, I
hardly ever saw my father.

I mean, I'm sure he loved
me, I guess, but he's

a very busy man.
- A very busy man.

- Are you alright, Raymond?

- Do you want me to lie to you?

- No.

- Do you want the truth?

- No.

- How far to London are we?

- Uh, one hour and 12 minutes.

- Boy, when we need a
tailwind, we never get it.

- Something just hit me.

- [Fred] What?

- This killer, maybe he
isn't after the passengers.

- Well who else could it be?

- One of us.

[dramatic music]

- May I have some water, please?

- [Karen] Oh yes,
are you alright, sir?

- Why?

Is being thirsty a
symptom of anything?

- No, it's just that
you look a bit pale.

- My natural color.

- If you're not well, there's
a doctor among the passengers.

I'm sure he'd be glad
to take a look at you.

- Really?

Huh.

Well, thank God there's no need.

- I can't find it.

- Oh, forget it, it's
only a serving fork.

- Why would anyone
steal a serving fork?

- To complete a set?

Come on, help me get
these dishes stowed away.

[dramatic music]

- You've lived the good life?

- Huh?

What is a good life?

- Always a question
with a question.

You're sure you're not Jewish?

[he laughs]

- Methodist.

- A good life is helping others
without killing yourself.

- Ah.

Well, yes, I'd say
I've had a good life.

- I have three children,
five grandchildren,

never a minute's worry.

- You are a very
fortunate woman.

- Never a minute, but
the hours and the days,

you shouldn't have to hear.

- Ah, I must remember
not to interrupt you.

- You think there's another
way to get a word in?

[he laughs]

You married?

- A dedicated bachelor.

- To grow old without a family.

- Ah, but I have
a very big family.

- Without getting married?

- Well, when I was 13, my
parents were in an accident.

My mother lived for two hours.

She said to me, "Charlie,
take care of the kids."

- Sometimes even a mother
can make a mistake.

[he laughs]

- Well, I put them
all through college,

set them up in business,

helped their kids
when they needed it,

and I still do, as
a matter of fact.

Something wrong?

- You sure you're not Jewish?

[he laughs]

Three times already.

- Three times what?

- Three times he walks
by like nothing is wrong,

which means something is wrong.

- Excuse me, Captain?

- Yes, sir.

- Ms. Goldman is a
little concerned.

Is something wrong?

- It's a little
cramped up there.

I like to stretch my legs.

[he laughs]

- Thank you.

See?

- What I see is a
grown up man lying.

[dramatic music]

- I'm gonna brief the doctor.

- Yeah, I think you should.

[Mr. Barons laughs]

- Come on, can we
stop playing games?

You're the Barons the
police were looking for.

- The police found me,
questioned me, let me go.

Of course, if I were the
brilliant criminal you say I am,

I would never get caught.

- I don't remember using
the word brilliant.

- Why are you so interested
in my alleged crime?

- Well, the literature
of crime is filled

with ingeniously devised and
brilliantly executed robberies

where the prize is always
lost at the last moment.

Now you, you got
away with the money,

and that doesn't merely
interest me, it fascinates me.

- Well then, you must
admit that I deserve

at least a small
commendation, huh?

- What you deserve is
a kick in the behind.

A security guard was
killed at the scene.

One of the three holdup men
was killed in the getaway,

a second found
dead in a tenement.

- That was the fault of the
execution, not the planning.

- The third man
never did surface.

- Well now, let's see,
maybe I killed him,

made off with the money.

- That's a distinct possibility.

- Well yes, the police
thought so, too.

Fortunately, there was no
evidence to support that theory.

- Well.

Here's to new evidence.

- You're not gonna find
it in a double martini.

- That's not where I'm
looking, Mr. Barons.

[phone rings]

- Kennedy Security.

One moment.

Bob, 63rd Precinct.

- Got anything for me, Sergeant?

Ah, any idea who?

Well, keep at it, will you?

There's one card that's
gonna be switched.

- Which one?

- A few months ago,

Dr. Walker received
threatening phone calls.

A man.

- [Alice] What kind of calls?

- Well, the message
was always the same.

"If it wasn't for you,
she'd still be alive."

- Local call?
- Uh huh.

Why don't ya see if
any of the passengers

from the New York area
had a relative, female,

who died on the operating table.

- Or if any operation
was botched.

It happens.

- Charlie, please.
- Ah, yes.

- Excuse me, yes?

Stewardess.

Young lady, miss.

Not me, him.

- This may be nothing.

- This I've seen, and
this is something.

- [Karen] Doctor,
it's an emergency.

The man up front, I think
he's having a heart attack.

- Get his jacket off.

Loosen his collar.

Roll up a sleeve.

Have you got oxygen?

- [Vera] Oh, yeah.

- Find his wallet.

Look for a medical card,

any information about allergies.

- [Vera] Please, no smoking
while oxygen is in use.

- Come on, hurry
up with the oxygen.

[blood pressure cuff inflating]

- Your presumptive diagnosis
seems to be correct, miss.

He's indeed having
a heart attack.

- Nitroglycerin.

- This isn't his
first cardiac episode.

- His name is--

- Nevermind his name.

Get the Captain down here.

- Sir?

Thank you.

- He's busy now.
- Go ahead, Davenport.

I'm listening.
- OK, OK, as soon as

he gets off the horn, alright?

- Larkin, will you listen?

About a year ago, Otto
Gruenwaldt lost his wife.

- Davenport, don't give
me a damn case history.

- According to Gruenwaldt's son,

an emergency call
was put through

to a Dr. Walker, Kenyon Walker.

The son thinks that Dr.
Walker was at a party.

He never got to the
hospital, and she died.

- Davenport, is
Gruenwaldt our psycho?

- Well, he threatened
Walker, isn't that enough?

- It may be academic.

- How so?

- Vera called.

Gruenwaldt is having
a heart attack.

- What?

- Dr. Walker's
working on him now.

[dramatic music]

- [Captain Larkin]
Hold it, doctor.

- I'm not so sure I
can hold it, Captain.

- I just talked to New York.

- Captain, this man has had an
acute myocardial infarction.

He's in impending shock.

If I don't--
- You've been getting threats.

- Some months ago, but surely
we can discuss that later.

- The calls have
been coming from him.

- From him?

I never met the man, I
don't even know his name.

- I can't be sure
of that, doctor.

- You can be sure of this.

This syringe contains
an antiarrhythmic.

If he doesn't get
it now, he'll die.

- If you knew this is a
man who wanted to kill you,

and you wanted to
get rid of him,

you could call it
a heart attack,

shoot him with anything.

- It's been done before, doc.

- Then, you make the decision.

[dramatic music]

- Give it to him.

- Get a couple of
blankets on him.

- I'll want that.

- I don't like the implication.

- If he dies--

- I've been a
doctor for 35 years.

I'm answerable for
any decision I make

that means the difference
between life and death,

but not to you, just to my
peers and my profession.

- At this moment, doctor,
you're responsible for one life.

I'm responsible for 250.

- You do your job, I'll do mine.

- How long before ya know?

- If he's gonna live?

A few minutes.

- I'll wait.

- Suit yourself.

But if he dies, you
couldn't possibly know

if I gave him too
much or too little.

[dramatic music]

- [Robert] Larkin,
Larkin, come in.

- Yeah, Davenport.

- Listen, it's Dr.
Ferguson's opinion Gruenwaldt

did not leave the letter.

Scratch him as a potential.

- He scratched himself.

Your potential killer Gruenwaldt
just had a heart attack.

His potential victim Dr.
Walker pulled him through.

I'm running out of time.

- Is there anything
else, doctor?

- No, that's all.

- Do I thank you?

- No, just stay quiet.

- The man I wanted to
see dead saves my life.

There's an irony
in that, doctor,

that I don't find pleasant.

The only woman I knew,

the only woman I
ever wanted to know.

- You're a fortunate man.

You knew some happiness.

- What?

She's dead, she died because
you didn't get to the hospital.

- Mr. Gruenwaldt, at the
moment, you're my patient.

If you insist on
becoming emotional--

- No, no, no, I won't.

I won't, I promise.

What she needed was
a delicate operation.

They said you were
the best man to do it.

But you were at a party.

You were talking
business, a big deal.

She died because money
was more important--

- Mr. Gruenwaldt,
you're accusing me.

Maybe I'm guilty, I don't know.

Maybe if I had been there, I
could have saved your wife.

I wish I could remember
the night, but I don't.

- A woman dies, and you
don't even remember?

- Hardly a day goes by

that I don't receive
an emergency call.

Some I can save, some I can't.

I try, it's all I can do.

- Am I supposed to
feel sorry for you?

- No.

Just try to understand.

- You saved my life.

I thank you.

But I hate you.

- And that's something we'll
both have to live with.

[dramatic music]

- $7 million.

That in small bills would fill
a couple of steamer trunks.

- [laughs] At least.

- Oh, miss, would
you tell the Captain

I'd like a word
with him, please?

- Oh, Ms. Briarly, he's in the
cockpit, I don't think he--

- Oh, honey, just tell him
it's very important, OK?

I'll meet him halfway
in the lounge.

- OK.

- [Mona] Would you excuse
me just a moment, please?

- Yes.

- Oh, and don't go away

because I'm not
finished with you yet.

Hi, Father.

Heard any good
confessions lately?

- [Priest] I beg your pardon?

- See ya in church.

- I'm a little busy
right now, Ms. Briarly,

if we could--
- Well, what I have

to tell you, Captain, may
be what you're busy about.

There's an imposter aboard.

- An imposter?

- There's a gentleman downstairs
who is dressed as a priest,

but he is not a priest at all.

- Now what makes you so sure?

- Well, when Mr. Gruenwaldt
was having his coronary

and Dr. Walker was taking heroic
measures to save his life,

at no point did our friend
in the clerical collar

move forward to inquire if
Gruenwaldt was a Catholic

and would require
extreme unction.

Now, that is very
un-priestly-like behavior.

- You're very
observant, Ms. Briarly.

- It's my stock and trade.

Oh, and there's one more thing.

I don't know about you,
but in all my life,

I don't ever remember
meeting a priest

who wore fingernail polish.

- Fingernail polish?

- [Mona] Fingernail polish.

- I'd appreciate it if
you wouldn't mention this

to anyone else, Ms. Briarly.

- There is something
very wrong, isn't there?

- Not yet, there isn't.

Just turbulence.

Here, let me help you
down to your seat.

- And ruin my reputation?

Don't be silly.

[gentle music]

- [Jack] Hi.

[telephone buzzes]

- [Karen] Yes, Captain?

- We may be getting a break.

Put Myerson on.

- [Karen] Yes sir.

The Captain'd like to
speak to you a moment.

- [Detective Myerson] Thank you.

Myerson.

- Listen, there's a chance
that priest is a phony.

I'll have Davenport
check him out.

- I'm sitting next to him.

- That's right,
Davenport, nail polish.

- I'll get right on it.

Nail polish?

- Don't look at
me, I'm Lutheran.

- Would you get the
Immigration report on him?

- It does seem a bit unusual.

- To say the least.

- [Alice] Father Thomas Healy.

Address 174 9th, New York City.

St. Augustine's.

- Why would a man
masquerade as a priest?

- Possibly a clinical
manifestation of
religious hysteria.

On the other hand,
he might be trying

to duck some speeding tickets.

- [Alice] Line three,
Monsignor O'Brien.

- Monsignor?

I hate to bother you
at this hour, but--

oh, this is Robert Davenport,
Security at Kennedy Airport.

No, no, nothing like that, but
I do have a question for you.

Sir, do you have a Father
Thomas Healy at St. Augustine's?

I see.

Well, thank you.

Yes, thank you, Father.

Sorry to have bothered you.

They had a Thomas Healy.

He died four months ago.

[guitar music]

- Ya know what?

Ya know what I
think we oughta do?

I think you and I are
gonna write a hit song

right now, right this minute.

- Hey, why don't we call
it Come Fly with Me?

- Come Fly with Me.

How 'bout this for a song?

I got those lonely
in three continents,

cryin' in five languages
blues over you baby

cha cha cha, no, you're
not goin' for that one?

- [laughs] No.

Ya know, I was really down
when I got on this plane.

I wanna thank ya for the lift.

- That makes two of us.

- How long has he been up there?

- Maybe they're
just having a drink.

- Now, Claire, Claire
I know what I'm doing.

- God didn't make you
his judge and jury.

- God didn't take her from us.

He did.

- Raymond, it's all over.

There's nothing you
can do about it.

- Like hell I can't.

[guitar music]

♪ You're the prettiest girl

♪ I've ever seen

♪ I bet you're only 17

♪ Say you'll stay
and we won't part

♪ Little girl you stole my heart

- [Marilyn] My own special song.

- [Jack] Aww, shucks,
you're gonna make me blush.

Tour ain't nothin'.

[intense music]

- Look out!

Look out!

Stop it, let go of him!

Let go of him!

Help, help, he's killing him!

Help!

Stop it!

Help, help me, somebody!

Help!

[grunting as they struggle]

- Drop it, I'll
blow your head off!

Drop it, drop it!

[intense music]

[Ray sobs]

[dramatic music]

- [Captain Larkin] Davenport,
will you listen to me?

- Wait a minute, Larkin,
will you wait a minute?

This is important.

You have a passenger,
Raymond Garwood,

I repeat, Raymond Garwood.

Now according to
the New York Police,

some months ago, his daughter--

- You're something
else, Davenport.

Garwood just tried to
kill Jack Marshall.

- [Robert] What?

- Tried, nobody was hurt.

One broken guitar string.

- Well, did he admit
to leaving the note?

- [Captain Larkin] He denied it.

- Well what does Myerson think?

- He thinks he's telling
the truth, so do I.

- Scratch Garwood and Marshall.

- What about the priest?

- [Robert] He's a
phony, that's for sure.

The FBI is running him
through the computer now.

We'll have something
on him soon.

- Make it damn soon.

We're running out of time.

- [Claire] I'm sorry.

[gentle music]

- You didn't do anything, ma'am.

- I should have warned you.

- Why me?

I don't know him.

What did I ever do to him?

- You killed my daughter.

- What the hell is?

What are you talkin' about?

- She was found dead
in your bedroom.

- God.

Come on, that was
in all the papers.

The girl OD'd.

I wasn't even there.

Hey, it was a party, yeah,
and it was at my place,

but I left early.

I never knew what happened.

The police cleared me,
everybody knows that.

- They told him, but he's
never stopped blaming you.

- Yeah, well, that's crazy!

- We were gonna have a surprise
party for her 16th birthday.

[gentle music]

- Talk to him.

- What can I say to him?

- Anything but the truth.

I knew my daughter, Ray didn't.

- Look, your daughter dated
a couple guys in the band,

but she was...

- I know what she was.

Ray only has a memory of her.

Please, help him.

- I'll try.

[gentle music]

Look, I...

I'm really sorry, I'm really
sorry about your daughter.

I wish there was somethin'
I could say to ya

to make ya feel better.

- She talked about
you all the time,

played your records
all the time.

When she ran away, I
knew where she was going.

- Yeah, well see, she met
one of the guys in my band,

and he brought her to my place.

Honest, I never knew
her, I never met her.

Except ya know what,

everybody said she was
a real nice person.

- How does she get
mixed up in drugs?

- It just happens, Mr. Garwood.

Kids wanna be part of
somethin' today, ya know?

They'll do anything to
be part of somethin'.

They meet the wrong people,

they get in the wrong hands.

It just happens.

- How do you stop 'em?

- I don't think
enough people try.

But ya know what?

You tried Mr. Garwood,
ya really tried.

She talked to Ray and she'd
tell Ray how hard ya tried.

And how good ya were to her.

She really did.

- She said that?

- Yeah, and Mrs. Garwood.

She talked about how
ya both loved her.

- She said that?

- [Jack] She did, she
really loved ya a lot.

She thought about
ya all the time.

- You're going to
Europe on business?

- Vacation.

- Me, I'm always
taking vacations,

thanks to my children.

- They must love you very much.

- I'm their mother, no?

So, they're always
sending me on vacations.

- You are a very lucky woman.

- You weren't
listening, Charlie.

- Yes, I heard.

I saw the look on
your face, but well I,

I don't like to pry.

- It showed.

So, like I was saying,
they always send me away.

Maybe I do get in the way.

Maybe I'm too much of a mother.

Maybe I butt in a lot.

You figured that out, no?

- Not butt in.

You're interested in people.

- So how come when
I go on vacations

I sit in the hotel room

until it's time to go home?

[ominous music]

[moves into intense music]

- [Alice] If he's on schedule,

he has exactly 40
minutes to touch down.

- [Dr. Ferguson] We may
be on the wrong track.

- People don't go around
masquerading as priests.

He's got to be on there.

[gentle music]

[knocking on cockpit door]

- [Detective Myerson]
Larkin, it's Myers.

You got a minute?

- [Captain Larkin]
Yeah, we're on auto.

Besides, my First
can handle things.

- I think our problem

might be a little more
complicated than we thought.

- [Captain Larkin]
What do ya mean?

- [Detective Myerson]
Target might be the crew.

- It crossed our minds.

- I want you to
give me the rundown

on everybody including yourself.

- [Captain Larkin] My
whole life history?

- No, I think it's
this particular flight.

- Well, I've been
on the New York

to London flight two years.

My engineer's been
with me eight years.

- [Detective Myerson]
Always Europe?

- No, I've flown
every domestic route

but only two years
trans-Atlantic.

- What about your co-pilot?

- [Captain Larkin]
Just signed on.

- And the ladies?

- Head stewardess Karen's
been with TOA about 18 months.

Four years of
global before that.

Oh, and for the record,
she's getting married.

This is her last flight.

- That's a great way
to start a honeymoon.

What about the other one?

- Vera?

She's cheerful and bright.

Bumps into things a lot.

- [Detective Myerson]
Yeah, I noticed that.

How long's she been around?

- Five, six years on this run.

- Just to touch all bases,

and I want ya to level with me.

Have you ever been responsible

for an accident which
people were killed?

- Did you ever kill
an innocent bystander?

- It's nothing personal.

- Sure it's personal.

It's what I do for a living.

Passengers get on this plane,

they can't wait to get off.

They're mostly
worried about boredom.

But every minute
they're on board,

pilots, like me, are
responsible for their lives.

- [exhales loudly] Yeah.

Well, when they're
on the ground,

your passengers think
that policemen do nothing

except hand out traffic tickets

until they're in real danger.

Yeah, when there's trouble,

then cops like me have
the same responsibility.

Now that's what I
do for a living.

- Like you said, makes
us professionals.

It's up to us to handle it, huh?

- Incidentally, I never shot
anybody I wasn't aimin' at.

- That's OK.

I never lost a plane
or a passenger.

- Captain?
- Yeah.

- Kennedy Security,
they say it's important.

- Yeah, Davenport.

- [Robert] Larkin, we got lucky.

We got a make on the priest.

- How lucky?

- A long rap sheet.

He's a three-time
loser, all felonies.

His real name is Melvin
Hoffman, H-O-F-F--

- I know how to
spell it, Davenport.

Is he wanted?

- Not 'til now.

He's been on parole for five
years, clean, perfect record.

But now he's left
the country illegally

with a passport stolen
from a dead priest.

- We may have our man.
- Yeah.

[dramatic music]

- [Karen] Excuse me.

- Where's the priest?

- I don't know.

He didn't ring for anything,

so I really--
- I'm gonna check the johns.

You wait right here.

- Is he the one?

- We'll soon find out.

[suspenseful music]

They're both empty.

- Maybe he went back
in the tourist section.

- Yeah, that's possible.

Now, look, you walk back there

nice and casual-like, alright?

If you spot him, you
keep right on walkin'.

I'll wait here, I don't
wanna spook him, OK?

- Yes, sir.

- [Detective Myerson] Easy now.

[dramatic music]

- Every passenger's
accounted for.

- That can't be.

- Sergeant, there's six
girls working back there.

They've checked and
rechecked every name.

- Keep your eyes open.

[suspenseful music]

[knocks on cockpit door]
Larkin.

He's not here,
he's not anywhere.

- Sergeant, nobody gets
out of a 747 at 38,000 ft.

If a door opens, you'll know it.

- OK, we'll check again.

He's not up there.

He's nowhere on
this whole plane.

- Sergeant, nobody
gets out of a--

- Out of a 747 at 38,000 ft.

Yeah, I know, I know.

Where's this go?

- It's an elevator
to the storage hold.

It's where we keep
food and special cargo.

- Never noticed it before.

[elevator motor starts]

[dramatic music]

[Karen screams]

- [Passenger] Something's
wrong, something in the back.

I heard a some sound back
there, I don't know what it is.

- Everybody sit down!

That goes for you, mister.

I said sit down!

Doctor, I'm gonna need you.

I know he's dead, but
according to the book,

you gotta make it official.

I don't want anything
touched, just make sure.

[dramatic music]

- You sure he's dead?

- Yes, strangulation.

- Thanks, doc.

Go on back to your seat now.

- Ladies and gentlemen, may I
have your attention, please.

This man is Detective
Sergeant Myerson

of the New York
Police Department.

- Captain, there's
been a murder on board.

[passengers talk
over each other]

I think it's time you
told everyone exactly
what's going on.

- Someone from First Class
left a message at the airport.

It said there'd be a
murder on this flight.

A man was killed who
was not a priest.

He was a known criminal.

His murder may be what
that letter was all about.

If so, then no one has
anything to be concerned about.

- Except the person
who killed him.

- I'm gonna ask all of you
to remain in your seats

throughout the
rest of the flight

and until the British
authorities take charge.

Wanna add anything?

- Did any of you see anything
that you wanna tell us about?

[dramatic music]

Nobody ever sees
anything, do they?

[dramatic music]

- What?

- [Captain Larkin] You
heard me, Davenport.

Hoffman was murdered.

- Well who did it?

- [Captain Larkin]
We don't know.

- Well, I'll relay
that information to--

- Davenport, my plane and my
passengers are still in danger.

I mentioned a murder.

I didn't tell 'em the
note said murders, plural.

- [Robert] We know that.

- Come up with something
before they find out

I'm lying through my teeth.

- A man is killed, and
it don't worry you?

- A month ago, it would have.

- What does that mean?

- I stayed too long at the fair.

- I like that, and I think
I know what it means.

And that, I don't like.

- Ida, tell me more
about yourself.

- Me you know.

You, I thought I knew,
but now I don't know.

- I don't want to burden anyone.

- That part of you
I learned before.

So, try to burden.

See if it hurts.

- You are very easy to talk to.

You sure you don't mind?

- I promise.

- Well, it was quite unexpected.

I have a complete
physical every year, and--

- Now I know.

How long did they give you?

- Three, maybe four months.

Not going to burden
you with my problem.

- My children say, "Momma,
don't worry, we'll handle it."

- And that's as it should be.

- But instead, they
worry and I handle it.

- I'll bet you do.

- Mr. Barons, your
slip is showing.

- What are you talking about?

What do you mean?

- Well, even allowing
for the normal impact

of a murder on board a plane,

you were devastated when
that priest was found.

- Well maybe not to you,

but murder's a shocking
thing to anybody.

- But even more so to
someone who knew the victim?

You know, the Captain told
us that he was not a priest.

In fact, I told the Captain,

but I think you knew even
before I did that he wasn't.

I think that you know
exactly who he was

and exactly what he was
doing on board this plane.

[dramatic music]

- Hey, do you want
me to do that?

- No, it's alright.

I'll take up the sandwiches.

Why don't you just bring
the coffee when it's ready.

- OK.

- [Karen] Anything
new from Kennedy?

- Been jumping all
over Davenport,

but it hasn't done much good.

- [Karen] I met him,
he's not a bad guy.

- If we get out of this without
any more trouble, no thanks,

you can invite him
to your wedding.

- If we ever get
out of this plane.

- You stay in the cockpit.

You'll be safe here.

- You think so?

I might be Jack the Ripper.

- Oh, come on.

- That's funny, Fred, funny.

16 more minutes, it's all over.

[dramatic music]
[tray crashes on the floor]

- [Alice] What time is it?

- Eight minutes to touch down.

- How's the tooth?

- Thanks for reminding me.

- So we both ache a little.

- [Fred] Wash up time.

Be back in a minute?

- [Captain Larkin] OK.

- [Fred] Excuse me.

[dramatic music]

Captain.

It's Vera.

She's dead.

- God, how, where?

- In the john, strangled.

[dramatic music]

- [Captain Larkin]
Where were you?

- Right here, what's wrong?

- Vera's been murdered.

[passengers talking
over each other]

- That's impossible.

Nobody left this section.

- He's topside and dead.

- I'm tellin' ya, nobody
even got out of their seats.

I never took my eyes off of 'em.

What about tourist?
- Nah, nah.

Better keepin' somebody
in First Class.

- Yeah.

- [Captain Larkin] And
I better radio it in.

- [Claire] What's
happening, Raymond?

- I don't know.

- It shouldn't happen
to someone so young.

- It's incredible.

- Charlie, I've made a decision.

If we live through this,

oh, are we gonna live.

- My my, look who's
heading for AA.

You need this more than I do.

- Listen, what I don't need
right now is a drunken broad.

- Under ordinary circumstances,

I would resent the drunken
part of that statement.

- Can't you get it through
that big ol' brain of yours

that there's a homicidal
maniac on this plane?

- No, I don't think so.

- Oh no?

He's already killed two people.

- No, not a maniac, Mr. Barons.

A maniac, at least in my books,

doesn't leave advance notice
in a letter at the airport.

No, I definitely think
there's a connection

between these two murders.

And of course, seeing
as you knew Hoffman.

[dramatic music]

Something I said, Mr. Barons?

- Look, look, you've
got to help me.

- Well, of course, Mr. Barons.

- But I think, you see,
I have reason to believe

that I'm next.

- Next what?

- Victim, the next
one to be killed!

- Now, how would you ever
get a notion like that?

- Well you see, Hoffman,
the phony priest,

he was an associate of mine.

And that stewardess, he must
have made a deal with her.

- Now, wait a minute,
wait a minute, calm down.

You're not making any sense.

What kind of a deal?

- What difference does it
make what kind of a deal?

I'm telling you, I'm the
next on to be killed!

- You think it was Hoffman
who hired the stewardess

to get all that money
out of the country?

- Yes, yes, he had to be.

That's the connection,
don't you see?

And I'm next!

- You know something,
Mr. Barons?

I think you're right.

- No, no, no.
- Just turn around.

- Now listen.
- Just turn around.

- [Mr. Barons] Now listen!

- Now would everybody
please turn around?

Thank you.

I'm gonna need some
witnesses up in the lounge.

- Let me explain!

- Barons, just be quiet.

I'd like the two of you.

Mister, don't make me hurt you.

[dramatic music]

- Listen!
- Barons.

Just move to the
end of the plane.

- You don't understand.

- Both of you.

- [Ida] We better
do like he wants.

- And if we don't?

- Dear, when a crazy
has a gun, you do.

- Mister, you and
your girlfriend.

- [Jack] OK, don't worry about
it, it's gonna be alright.

Let's just coop, come on.

- OK, doc.

- This man is ill.

I'm not leaving him.

- Of course, I understand.

You have your job to do.

I have mine.

Mr. Barons.

[dramatic music]

Ms. Briarly, I
especially want you.

Yeah, I think you are
really gonna appreciate

the next few moments.

- You don't have to
waive that cat pistol

around at me, Sergeant.

Ya couldn't keep me
away with a cannon.

- Look, I--
- Walk.

Up.

Now hold it.

Please, nobody comes up
these stairs, understand?

Nobody.

- Myerson, will you--
- Shut up!

Now move.

[dramatic music]

Alright, all you folks
move over to that side.

Please.

Mr. Barons, up against the bar.

Ah, that's fine.

Yeah, that's just
gonna work fine.

- Myerson?

What the hell's going on?

- Justice, Captain, a little
late, but most effective.

You're about to
witness an execution.

- [Captain Larkin]
Myerson, put the gun down.

- I don't wanna hurt
anybody, Captain, just him.

So please do what I say.

You move over there.

Thank you.

Now, all of this is
gonna be perfectly legal.

Everything done by the
book, and all of you,

all of you are going
to be the witnesses.

- For God's sake!

- God?

What do you know about God?

This man.

Five years ago, this man
engineered the robbery

of the Federated Bank.

$7 million scored and a
security guard killed.

- I didn't kill anybody.

- An ex-cop.

They shot him in the back.

It wasn't a great
heist, sloppy really.

Sloppy, but you
got away with it.

The whole Department made
to look like jackasses,

and everybody laughed.

They laughed at the law
because you got away with it.

Ya see, once somebody
gets away with something,

once somebody gets
away with a crime,

the law, it looks ridiculous,
and justice is defeated,

and the jungle takes over.

And I wasn't going
to let that happen.

Oh, I wasn't gonna
let that happen.

We all knew Barons organized it.

He flaunted it in our faces,
but we couldn't prove it.

Oh, you gotta have
proof, don't ya?

Yeah, you gotta have proof.

Three longs years, I haunted
every stoolie in New York.

A break came finally when
somebody fingered Hoffman.

See, Barons was using Hoffman
to smuggle the stolen money

out of the country
in small parcels,

building up a year-a-dollar
account somewhere,

but how?

Who could make regular trips
to Europe, 20 or 30 a year,

without attracting attention?

[laughs] Simple wasn't it, huh?

Ah, sure, somebody on a crew
of a regular flight to Europe.

Somebody like a stewardess.

Mister, I have been doggin'
your tracks for five years now.

Everybody else gave
up, but I wouldn't.

I wasn't about to.

Oh, you're sweating, Mr. Barons.

Oh, I like that,
yeah, that's nice.

Go on, lick your own juice.

Taste it!

Go on, I want ya to taste it!

I want ya to know how
that guard must have felt

five years ago before
he was blown in half.

You don't even remember
his name, do ya?

Oh, you should have
remembered his name.

He was quite a man.

Seven years older than I was.

Yeah, he was quite a man.

His name was Myerson, too.

- Myerson, we're
close to touch down.

I gotta get to the cockpit.

- Your copilot can handle that.

- I gotta give him instructions.

He's never made this airport.

Myerson, there are 250
people on this plane!

[dramatic music]

- I'll give you 30 seconds.

- Alright, give me 20 seconds
and hit the oxygen switch.

- What?
- Just do it.

- Captain, thank you.

I went through the
crew's hand luggage

in the storage hatch down below.

The last shipment of the
stolen money, about $60,000,

was in Vera Franklin's bag.

Case closed, and
justice is done.

You see, Mr. Barons,
nobody's laughing now.

The jury's in.

And you know the verdict.

- Myerson, listen to me.

The passengers,

their lives are
our responsibility,

it's out job, remember?

We're the professionals!

- I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

But I have waited
so long for this.

[intense music]

[gun fires]

[intense music]
[people yelling]

- Come on, come on!

[coughing and screaming]

[Myerson screaming]

- Give me a hand, someone!

Get him up!

- Get the fire
extinguishers up here!

- Captain, it's
Fred, he needs you.

- Go downstairs, help
with the passengers.

Alert London to the
fire in the lounge.

Have the girls in coach prepare
for an emergency landing.

[dramatic music]

- Sit down in your seats
and fasten your seat belts!

Sit down!

[alarm blaring]

[sirens wailing]

[dramatic music]

- We have a fire!

- [Air Traffic Control]
How many engines?

- Not the engines.

We have a cabin fire!

- Flaps 20.

- Flaps 20.

- Harold, if this
cockpit fills with smoke.

- Gotcha!

- How do we look?

- [Air Traffic Control]
You are north two degrees.

Please turn to accommodate.

You are three miles
from touch down.

[dramatic music]

- [Captain Larkin] Flaps 40.

- Flaps 40.

- Gear down.

- Gear down.

[dramatic music]

- [Captain Larkin] Flaps 50.

- [Fred] Flaps 50.

- Final checklist.

- Checklist complete.

- 100 feet.

50 feet.

[dramatic music]

- I'll drink to that.

- [Fred] 90 knots.

- [Captain Larkin] Flaps up.

- Flaps up.

[sirens wailing]

- Brakes set.

- [Robert] Larkin,
Larkin, do you read me?

- Davenport.

- Larkin, Larkin, get this.

It's the cop, Myerson.

His precinct doesn't
even know he's gone,

and his Captain
thinks he's headed

for a complete
nervous breakdown.

Larkin, Larkin, do ya read me?

- Ya know something, Davenport?

Your security stinks.

- [Karen] Is everybody
alright in here?

- Yeah.

How are the passengers?

- They're shook, but OK.

What a nightmare.

- Fred, Harold, take
care of 'em, will you?

- [Harold] Yeah.

- [Fred] Sure, Captain.

- Karen?

- Is something wrong, Captain?

- Everything.

It's a lousy world,
isn't it, Karen?

Poor, clumsy little Vera.

- Yeah, how do you
suppose she got mixed up

in something like this?

- Ah, easy I guess.

Somebody was smuggling
the money for Hoffman.

When he was killed,
they panicked

and put the money
in Vera's suitcase.

- What do you mean?

- Myerson killed the wrong
stewardess, didn't he?

Both you and I know Vera
didn't have that money

when she came on board.

She spilled her bag, remember?

You helped her put
her things back.

There was no money then.

No money until you panicked

and transferred
it from your bag.

You were right about one thing.

This is your last flight.

- [Karen] Hey, Captain.

- [Captain Larkin]
Goodbye, Karen.

[dramatic music]

- [Overhead Announcer]
Flight 192 for New York

now ready for
boarding at gate 14.

Flight 192 now
boarding at gate 14.

- Your luggage has
been taken care of.

I've left instructions.

No less than seven
days at the hospital.

- [Otto] Well, I can use it.

- I'm leaving for
west Germany tomorrow.

Perhaps we could
spend an evening,

have dinner, when we get back.

- I play a passable
game of chess.

- I can be reached
at circle six--

- I think I can remember
the number, doctor.

[he laughs]

- We'll see Sir Laurence
Olivier and the Tower of London

and Buckingham Palace,
and maybe we'll even get

to see the Queen.

- Mr. Garwood.

I'm really sorry.

- Good luck.

- Right.

- Darling, we're going
to have a wonderful time.

There's a porter out here.

- Do you think it's
kosher sharing a room?

- [laughs] We can get the
best in every hotel in Europe.

- What will people say?

- They'll call us swingers.

[they laugh]

- Are you taking
care of the luggage?

Good.

Get clearances from
the passengers, stop.

Expect first draft
in three weeks, stop.

Arrange immediately
hard cover and paperback

Mona Briarly's new thriller
Murder on Flight 502, stop.

Am I going too fast for you?

On my way to...

[dramatic music]

- You.

As a man responsible for the
safety of others, Captain,

I'm sure that you understand
the necessity for my actions.

It's our sworn duty to
protect and secure the public,

but at times,

times as in my case,

normal procedure fails.

We must use our own initiative.

We accept responsibility.

That's why people like us
are given the authority.

And I'm sure you agree that
to allow those three to profit

from their own crime would
have been wrong, totally wrong.

Consequently, I took action.

But once I explain to
my superior officers,

once I explain the
situation and my solution,

after the Departmental inquiry,
that's standard procedure,

after all the paperwork's in,

I'll probably receive
another citation.

I've gotten three in
the past 22 years.

Oh, and I'm gonna commend
you, too, Captain.

God knows you did a fine job.

Yes, sir, fine job.

A fine job.

[dramatic music]