Quarantine 2: Terminal (2011) - full transcript
In Los Angeles, the police put a residential building in quarantine. Meanwhile, the flight attendants of Trans Sky Air, Jenny and Paula, are welcoming the passengers of flight TS Air 318 from Los Angeles to Kansas City with Captain Forrest and Co-Pilot Wilsy. Teacher Henry brings a cage of hamsters to the cabin, but Jenny tells him that it should be transported in the cargo hold. However, one hamster bites the fingertip of the fat passenger Ralph. Soon, Ralph vomits and becomes aggressive, attacking Paula. The male passengers help Jenny and lock Ralph in the bathroom while Captain Forrest requests an emergency landing. When they land in the airport, they find all the gates closed and the Captain heads the plane to an abandoned terminal. Employee Ed helps the crew and passengers to reach the exit, but they find that they are closed. Soon they discover that the place is in quarantine and there is no way out.
PILOT:
L.A., this is Flight 734.
We need a runway, 26L.
CONTROLLER [OVER RADIO]:
#Roger that, 734.#
#You're clear on 26L.#
We're at the concert of
our lives and you disappear?
Sorry.
And now we're
gonna be late again.
No, no, no. We'll make it.
Hey, have you seen my scarf?
God, this is serious.
I mean, where were you?
Well, um, I just went
to get a little souvenir.
Hey.
For my best friend, Paula.
They all signed it.
Oh, my God, Jenny.
I love you.
I got a little something
for myself. Look at this.
Uh, excuse me,
how did you get backstage?
Well, I have my ways.
PAULA: Oh, really?
JENNY: Mm-hm.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
JENNY: I told them all about
They think you're so cute.
PAULA: You're such a liar.
Why would I lie about that?
PAULA: Oh, I got this one.
Oh, thank you.
Okay.
That's the only reason, then?
Pretty much.
I was thinking we
could transfer to L.A,
and we check out
Tokyo, Thailand--
No, too crazy,
too many people.
Paula, it beats
BNA any day.
Come on.
But my fianc's in Nashville.
It's never too late to escape.
Oh, wow, great advice
from my maid of honor.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Who's stalking you now?
Only guy that matters. Dad.
Aww.
He wants me
to go to flight school.
PAULA: Yeah?
JENNY: Mm-hm.
JENNY:
I already got my dream job.
Flying one of these things,
way too much responsibility.
[PAULA CHUCKLES]
Hey.
Hm?
Yeah. Hm?
Mm-hm.
Trans Sky Air.
Get there.
Now go to sleep.
Now go to sleep.
[MAN SNEEZES]
Ooh.
Girls, is there coffee?
PAULA: Sure.
You feeling okay,
Willsy?
Head cold. It's going around.
There you go.
Thank you.
Think I got it from my dog.
All the dogs in the
neighborhood are sick.
It's running around, barking,
being weird.
Thunderstorms out of
the south, southwest.
Church group canceled,
so we're nearly empty.
How long you been working
the aisles, Jenny?
Oh, uh, almost a year now,
captain.
Then you should
know better.
Sorry, sir.
Ha, ha, ha.
FORREST: So gullible.
WILLSY: Heard the concert was
great.
Rochambeau?
Really?
[SIGHS]
Sorry.
Jenny, this is George.
George, this is Jenny.
Hey, George,
how's it going?
He's all yours now.
You wanna come
with me?
Okay, so a couple
of things, you're--
"My responsibility."
I know the drill.
Okay. Ah, wrist, please.
I'm 13 next month.
Most airlines don't make
me wear that anymore.
This one does. Sorry.
Look, I can
take care of myself.
Okay, less work for me.
EAD?
Check.
Status pitch.
Check.
Fuel quantity.
Twenty-four thousand
five hundred pounds.
JENNY:
We're gonna take great care
of you, Dr. Kingston.
All right, here we go.
PAULA: Jenny?
BEV: Just help us out here,
all right?
PAULA:
That's good. Oh, good.
Watch your head, Doc.
BEV: There you go.
Good job.
PAULA: Thank you.
Sure.
Doc can hear you, he just
can't speak, or move
very well. Parkinson's.
Where you headed?
An hour from KC.
His daughter just
had a baby girl.
Aww.
Aww.
COMPUTER: #APU fire.#
Okay, Willsy. Fire up the APU.
[EASY-LISTENING MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
Good evening. Welcome.
Thought you had
a light load, huh?
Back half of the plane,
completely empty.
Oh, I appreciate that, ma'am.
I really do.
[JENNY CHUCKLES]
PAULA:
Welcome aboard. Good evening.
Oh, hey, what's a fella
gotta do to get a beer
around here?
We'll let you know.
[WILLSY SNEEZES]
I'm sorry. You sure you're
feeling all right?
I'll be all right.
You just look a little...
PAULA:
Welcome aboard. How are you?
JENNY:
Oh, I love your nails.
Thanks. Keeps the glooms away.
MAN:
Oh, come on.
May I help you?
No, thanks. I think I got it.
What's in there?
Hamsters. If anything
happens to them,
my class will eat me alive.
Ooh, tough class.
Kindergarten.
The one in back's a little
bit bigger. Oh, that's, uh--
JENNY: Okay, that's not gonna
work. I almost got it.
You're gonna have to check
that. HENRY: Easy. Easy.
Thank you.
Ow!
You think they'll survive
down there?
It's pressurized. But, I mean,
I'm no hamster expert. Heh.
Oh, I'll give you this.
Oh, right.
Okay. Ah. Got it.
Oh, most important thing to
know: What's that?
They're like a buck each.
[LAUGHS]
Okay.
Cute guy
you were talking to.
Oh, look who's still looking.
I'm engaged, not dead.
[CONSOLE BEEPING]
NIAL: Todd, we're on the
red-eye. These filthy seats.
She's good. I'll tell her.
There you go.
NIAL:
We'll see you there.
I look forward to it.
Well, we're on the red-eye.
I don't know, 7:30, 8 a.m.?
JENNY [OVER PA]:
Good evening, everyone.
Welcome aboard Trans Sky Air
Flight 318,
with regional service to
Kansas City continuing on to
Nashville.
We know you have many options
in regards to your
transportation needs.
We appreciate you choosing
Trans Sky Air. Please don't
hesitate to let us know
[SNEEZES]
Excuse me.
if we can make your flight
more pleasant this evening.
Thank you.
L.A. Ground, TS-318,
push off, we're at 69 alto.
CONTROLLER:
#318, you're clear for push
back.#
PAULA [OVER PA]:
Please give Jenny
your undivided attention
as she demonstrates
this plane's safety features.
To fasten your seatbelt,
insert the buckle and adjust
the strap
so it's low and tight
across your lap.
To release the belt, simply
lift the top of the buckle and
pull.
Flight attendants,
take your seats for departure.
I need you to buckle that
extendabelt. Yes, ma'am.
Thanks.
[COUGHS AND SNEEZES]
Just...
Gear up.
[YAWNS]
CONTROLLER: #Five-three-two,#
#verify visual contact
with traffic.#
You all right?
Yeah, I'm okay.
You want anything?
I'm a little warm.
You want anything?
Careful. Heh, heh.
I'm gonna be nice.
I'm gonna be a daddy.
CONTROLLER:
#Roger on hitting 135.#
Cruising altitude, Willsy.
[DINGS]
Ladies and gentlemen,
your captain has turned off
the fasten-seatbelt sign.
You are now free
to move about the cabin.
At this time, you may also
take out any of the approved
electronic devices.
We would also like to let you
know we have Wi-Fi service
available.
So do you travel
a lot by yourself?
Between my mom and dad.
Oh.
Who's picking you up in the
morning? Janice, my smother.
What's a smother?
Stepmother.
She's about your age.
Okay. I bet that sucks.
NIAL:
Hand me my cell phone.
[RALPH SNORING]
Flight nerves?
For 19 straight hours.
Oh.
Overseas, huh?
Yeah.
Haven't seen my husband
for over a year.
But I'm home for a while now,
so... He's a lucky man.
Ryan, obviously you are
mistaking me for somebody
that gives a crap.
I'm sorry, sir, we are
airborne so you're gonna
have to end that call.
It's against FAA regulations
to use any sort of
cellular equip--
You're compromising our
safety. Who the fuck are you,
man?
If he keeps using his
cell phone, we're gonna
arrest him when we land.
SUSAN: Did you hear that?
Give me the phone.
Okay?
You're an asshole.
Okay.
Fucking asshole.
You don't see me doing your
job. I'm sorry.
That was stupid, but some
people can be so
inconsiderate.
Exactly. Then you really
don't want my job.
Doesn't it make you wonder
about the human race?
Try not to overthink things.
I'm sorry.
I'm gonna shut up now.
Um... So do you
got any solutions?
Well, sure. The few
of us that give a damn
have to make change.
It's our responsibility,
right?
[MOANING]
I think I have all the
responsibility I can handle
at the moment.
HENRY:
Yeah. Right.
I can see that.
Yeah.
Hey, I apologize for the
lecture.
I'm just finishing my PhD,
nights, and I'm always boring
strangers,
kindergarteners,
beautiful flight attendants.
It's not boring. It's
interesting.
Henry.
Uh, Jenny.
It's nice to meet you, Jenny.
You're gonna need to put your
cat back in the bag.
I don't know how he got out.
He's usually so well-behaved,
he never leaves
the apartment building.
There you go, sweetie.
Back in your little house.
COMPUTER:
#Autopilot.#
How was your weekend?
Not too bad.
Went somewhere?
No, I played golf.
Played terrible.
Lost another six balls--
[SNEEZES]
Oh, my God, I'm sorry.
You have a handkerchief?
JENNY:
What does the FAA
say about blow jobs?
Well, as long as your tray
table is in the upright
position...
So, what's going on?
Just talking. He's super
smart. Uh-huh.
He get your number yet?
No. Not yet. The night's
still young, though.
[BELL DINGS]
Oh, I'll get it.
Okay.
Hey, what's up?
I just need some water.
Are you feeling okay?
I just-- Just need
something to drink.
Okay.
Hey, golf guy in the back
asked for water.
Doesn't look so good.
I got it. You go ahead
and start, I'll check it out.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Thanks.
Here you go.
Hey.
He probably just
had one too many
on the back nine.
Hi, what can I get you
to drink?
Hey. Can I just have a tea?
Oh, sure.
WOMAN: #As the investigation
gets--# Go ahead.
Thank you.
Of course.
#--the situation#
#continues to be serious,#
#with the exception#
#of heavily protected
military...#
What's going on?
You know, they don't know.
They don't know yet. It's some
apartment building in L.A.
JENNY: Where in L.A.?
I have no idea.
Maybe downtown.
Ooh.
Yeah. It's good we're flying
away.
[CHUCKLES]
Okay. Well, enjoy your tea.
Thank you very much.
JENNY: What can I get you?
PAULA:
Yeah, we're good.
We're just finishing up.
Let us know
if you need anything.
Okay. Okay.
Thanks, captain.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Um...
Sir? Can you hear me?
Sir?
Ugh!
Oh! Oh.
Paula, a little help.
MAN: Oh, man.
Big guy just puked
all over the stewardess.
Oh, God. Here. Are you all
right?
He's sick. He's really sick.
Okay, you stay here,
I'll be right back.
Stop the plane. Let me off!
No, no. You need to stay
in your seat. Please just
stay in the seat, sir.
Yeah, chunks flying.
XL pack's in the back.
WILLSY:
#Roger that.#
You girls get all the fun.
They certainly do.
RALPH: Stop the plane.
JENNY: Please stay in your
seat.
You have to stay right there.
Sir, please stay in the seat.
RALPH: You don't understand.
Fantastic. Now we're all gonna
get it. Relax.
This happens all the time.
What if it's some foreign flu?
We'll sue.
We'll sue anyway.
RALPH: Let me off.
Here, put these on.
Sir, you're gonna have to stay
still while we put this mask
on your face.
JENNY: What's wrong with him?
PAULA: Go clean up.
Stop the plane.
Let's go, Jenny. Go.
PAULA: All right, sir? Okay.
Hold still. I know.
Just breathe. Just breathe.
I know it's uncomfortable,
okay?
You're all right.
PAULA:
Sir. Sir!
[RALPH GRUNTING]
Stop! Ah!
RALPH:
Let me in!
Stop the plane! Let me in!
You have the aircraft.
Yeah.
Stop the plane!
WILLSY: Oh, my God.
Let me in!
Let me in!
WOMAN: Somebody stop him.
PAULA: Jenny!
RALPH: Stop the plane!
White shit is coming out
of this guy's mouth.
He's going berserk.
George!
Hey! Hey!
Unh!
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
L.A., this is TSF 318. We have
a code red in-cabin emergency.
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Go get up there.
Fuck that.
We gotta get in there.
We're not compromising the
cockpit.
WOMAN: Get him down. Get his
legs.
PRESTON: Get off the door!
Help me!
HENRY:
Get him on the ground.
Try to get down.
Jenny, get the restraints!
HENRY: You grab his wrists.
Grab his wrists.
Get his wrists together.
JENNY: Oh, my God.
PAULA: Come on, Jenny.
Affirmative. He's got all of
those symptoms.
Know what this is?
MAN: #Give us a name.#
PAULA: Grab his arm.
JENNY: Come on, guys,
roll him.
Hit him again. Now!
SHILAH: I got him.
PAULA: What?
PRESTON: Get the restraints
on him.
PAULA: Got it.
SHILAH: Okay.
Got it.
They got him down. He's down.
He's down.
Happens all the time, right?
WILLSY: FAA needs
the passenger's name now.
Jenny, grab this.
"Mr. Ralph Bundt."
B-U-N-D-T.
[PANTING]
I need a rest.
Thank you.
You feel nauseous,
like you wanna barf?
I'm telling you I'm okay.
You've had a concussion, so
we'll need to get you
checked out.
George, I'm so sorry.
If you're really sorry, get me
off this freaking plane.
Are you a doctor?
Medic.
Get some ice for that
contusion and keep a
close eye on him.
If he starts acting strange
or sleepy-- I understand.
I'll help keep an eye on him.
JENNY:
Thank you.
[WHISPERS]
He's out.
Paula, I panicked out there.
I was useless.
I didn't do anything right.
[IN NORMAL VOICE] Hey, hey,
hey. It's fine, okay?
You did your best.
It's done. It's over.
Okay? Come here.
[PA DINGS]
FORREST:
#We've been instructed#
#to get our passenger#
#immediate medical attention.#
#Everyone in their seats,#
#belts fastened.#
[BELL DINGS]
It's Paula.
FORREST: Secure the cabin for
landing. FAA wants us on the
ground now.
We gotta punch through
that weather. Gonna be a
rough drop.
It certainly is.
All passengers,
prepare for severe turbulence.
Hang on tight.
Ladies and gentlemen,
we're executing an immediate
emergency landing.
Please secure all loose items
and tray tables.
NIAL: What the fuck is
going on?
PAULA: As a safety precaution,
give Jenny your attention as
she demonstrates the
bracing position.
Lean forward.
Hands on top of your head.
Elbows against your thighs.
Okay. Here we go.
[RUMBLING]
NIAL:
Hold on.
[ALL GRUNTING]
Hang on!
Hold on.
Sir, can I have the laptop?
My presentation's on there.
I need that.
Brace. Brace, everyone.
Cabin's secure.
Not yet.
[RATTLING]
Okay. Roll him
to my side on three, okay?
One, two, three. Ugh!
Hurry.
Oh, God. It's not gonna fit.
I'm gonna get his extender.
All right, hurry.
CONTROLLER:
#Negative 0597.#
MAN:
Ma'am. Ma'am.
[GRUNTS]
Argh!
WOMAN 1: Oh, God!
[PAULA SCREAMING]
Jesus.
[GROWLING]
WOMAN 1:
Oh, my God.
WOMAN 1:
Oh, my God.
FORREST:
Willsy, get back there.
We're about to land.
WOMAN 2: Oh, please,
don't let me die in the air.
WOMAN 1: Oh, my God.
WOMAN 2: It's gotta
be something.
WOMAN 1:
Oh, God.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
WOMAN 2:
Get us out of here.
Ground Control, I need a gate
assignment. What's the holdup?
Ground Control.
Don't let him out!
Keep him in there!
Oh, shit.
Where's your EMK?
Get it. Come on, come on,
come on. Okay.
MAN:
I don't know. I don't know.
I don't know.
Hold that. Keep the pressure
on it. Okay.
[RALPH GROWLING
AND BANGING ON DOOR]
BEV: Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. You okay?
SHILAH:
What? Only two lousy
doses of lidocaine?
What is that?
SHILAH: It's a sedative.
It'll keep her from going
into shock until we can get
her to a hospital.
Give me your scarf.
Okay, okay.
Hold it.
She's bleeding out.
Just hold on. Hold on.
She's bleeding out.
Please hurry.
You gotta keep pressure
on this wound.
[SPEAKING IN
FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
PRESTON:
Come on!
Ground Control, I have
a critically injured FA and
a violent passenger onboard.
Why are we stopped?
Tower's not clearing us
for a gate.
Why not?
WILLSY: They won't tell us.
Captain!
WILLSY: What are we gonna do?
CONTROLLER:
Hold your position.
Ground Control, we can't hold.
WILLSY: We gotta do something.
Willsy, find us an open gate.
[RALPH GROWLING
AND POUNDING ON DOOR]
JENNY: Captain!
What's going on?
Gate 87 is closest.
Ground Control,
I'm taking Gate 87.
I need EMS, police,
cavalry there to meet us.
Come on.
Ground Control,
I need that Jetway
operational.
Ground Control?
WILLSY: Two o'clock.
He sees us.
[RALPH GROWLING]
ED:
You fucked up, lady.
Wrong gate, wrong airline.
TS Air operates out of
Terminal A. My shift is over.
FORREST: Evacuate! Evacuate!
What the hell's going on?
JENNY:
Go. Go.
ED: Shit.
JENNY: Get some help.
Easy, easy.
FORREST: Get off the plane!
Careful. Careful.
FORREST: Get off
the plane, now!
Go, go, go.
FORREST: We're getting
out of here.
Get them to the gate!
Go on, get off the plane.
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
SHILAH: What's going on?
NIAL: What's going on?
Come on.
JENNY: Come here.
Stay with me.
[DOOR HANDLE RATTLING]
I need you to open up Gate 87.
I got an injury here
from flight--
It's TS Air 318.
TS Air 318.
Come in.
Why aren't they answering?
Open the fucking door!
Hey, calm down.
Okay, okay.
Everybody just try to
stay calm.
ED: Hobbs, open the
gates right now.
This woman needs to get
to a hospital immediately.
Okay, okay. The other side.
[SPEAKING IN
FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
Come on, come on, George.
Shit. George.
Go, go, go.
Hold the door for me.
Hold the door. Okay, you
got it. Hurry.
Jenny, what are you
doing here? Gate's locked.
We're gonna take the
passengers out a different
way. What about--?
He tired himself out.
We got it under control.
Take the passengers to safety
then get back here with help.
Come on, Jenny. Come on!
Take off.
Okay.
Come on.
Okay, okay.
Come on.
Okay.
Hey, where are we?
Ramp-op staging area.
Where all the shit gets done
that you'll never see.
PRESTON: How's your head?
GEORGE: Good.
Okay. Well, brilliant job
on that plane.
Thanks.
HENRY: Where is everybody?
ED: At home, where I
should be.
This terminal is off-line
till 3 a.m. Shut down
for maintenance.
We need to take her down
this flight of stairs to
tarmac level.
You, help me. Let's go.
Easy, all right?
On three.
One, two, three.
[ED GRUNTING]
Through that door,
it'll take you to the
main concourse.
This has never been
locked before.
[CLICKING]
Come on.
[BEEPING]
Don't you have the keys?
The tarmac level,
it's automated.
They got us on lockdown.
Lockdown?
What?
You ever heard of terrorism?
This was retrofitted
after 9/11.
It's a high-security zone.
Like being in a
supermax, right?
Every way in or out
is monitored and controlled
by those terminal ops
watching us.
Why are we in lockdown?
You tell me, lady.
Fuck this.
HENRY: Damn it.
This is not okay.
What are you gonna do?
How long have you
been working here?
Come in.
There's gotta be something--
You have to figure
out something. Hey! I just
move the bags, people.
Don't yell at me, all right?
Wait, wait!
Can you hurry this up, man?
We got places to go. For real.
Quiet! Quiet!
[SIRENS WAILING]
Oh, thank God.
They're coming.
George, be careful.
[SIRENS STOP]
PRESTON:
Why'd they stop?
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
WOMAN [OVER PA]:
#Attention, Flight 318.#
#Do not attempt#
#to leave the terminal.#
#Help is on the way.#
You are now
under quarantine.
[NAIL GUNS CLICKING]
I don't know what to do.
Everything's just gone wrong.
I don't know what to tell
these people. We're stuck.
Daddy, please just call me
as soon as you get this.
I need you to tell me
what to do.
[ALL CHATTERING]
Hey, did you get ahold
of your parents?
They're gonna murder you.
Heh, heh.
Yeah, I would too.
Hey, come here.
I just got through to 911.
They don't know anything
about this.
What?
Yeah.
I don't understand.
What did they say?
ED: I'm telling you
right now, nothing.
What the hell's this?
What are they doing?
Why are they lighting us up?
PRESTON: How long is this
gonna take? I got a job
interview at 9 a.m.
What am I gonna tell
my husband?
I am not missing my sister's
wedding for this.
[ALL CLAMORING]
Stop it! Shh!
You just go fetch the
captain, honey. We need
somebody in charge.
I understand.
We need information.
My wife is
six months pregnant.
LOUISE: How old are
you anyway? I'm really sorry.
That's not good enough.
Everybody just take it easy.
You got no right to
keep us here.
You got no right.
She won't make it
unless I stop the bleeding.
If I could get to my
field kit, I could maybe buy
her some time.
Where's your kit?
In my bag. I checked it.
Shit. Shit.
Hey, you. Uh--
Ed, can you get me into
the hold? The hold?
Yeah. You didn't see that
army outside?
The hold's access
panel's right on the floor,
as soon as you walk in.
You sure about that?
I took the qualifying test
a year ago, same plane.
If I get on that plane,
am I gonna get sick?
I don't know. I have a
3-year-old daughter, okay?
She depends on me.
You understand?
Please look at her.
She's depending on you
right now.
Please, you gotta
do something.
You gotta help. Please.
[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]
I'm coming with you.
Me too.
I left my life
on that laptop.
Hey, listen.
I need you to
help me out, okay?
If you just man the floor,
can you handle that?
Hey, Shilah Washington.
You'll recognize my bag,
okay? Hurry.
Ooh.
HENRY:
This is unbelievable.
NIAL: Unreal.
What happened?
ED:
Now what? Hobbs, come in.
I need my power back.
[STATIC OVER RADIO]
Hobbs, the power's out.
Come on.
Oh, shit. All right,
let's just keep going.
Hobbs, come in.
I need my power back now.
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
Juice is out here too.
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
Captain?
Willsy?
The Jetway's disabled.
[WHISPERING]
Captain Forrest?
Willsy?
Anyone?
There's no one here.
There's no one here.
Captain?
NIAL:
This is a mess, man.
What a mess.
[GASPING]
[IN NORMAL VOICE]
Oh, my God.
I don't understand.
If-- If he's not in there
and everybody else split...
HENRY:
Someone may have opened
the gate. I'm gonna go check.
PRESTON:
I'm going to get my laptop.
[]
ED: Here.
JENNY: Hey, there's
one in here.
ED:
All right.
Oh, shit.
It's just blood, man.
Damn it.
PRESTON:
I found it.
[ALL YELLING]
JENNY:
Wait, it's Doc. It's Doc.
It's Doc. Doc?
What?
Oh, my God.
See you folks at the gate.
Wait. If the gate was open,
they would have never
left him here.
Right? She's right.
The gate's still locked.
It's gonna be kind of tight.
JENNY:
Hey, watch over Doc
until we get back.
PRESTON:
All right.
You all hurry up, okay?
NIAL:
Yo, the name's Britz,
three bags.
Get your own damn bags.
[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]
We're looking for a duffel,
last name Washington.
[SQUEAKING]
Hey.
Hey.
It broke open.
Turbulence. I'm sorry.
Looks like I'm out 5 bucks.
Heh, heh.
Here we go.
ED:
What the hell are you doing?
The world's a
dangerous place, amigo.
I never leave home without it.
Besides, after what I've seen
here these should be required
on airplanes like seat belts.
"Shilah." I got it. I got it.
Come on, let's go.
Oh, shit!
JENNY: What? What? What?
[ANIMAL SCREECHING]
A fucking rat.
Shit. It came right at me.
Big one, sucker,
with red eyes.
Are you sure it wasn't
a hamster? No, it looked like
a fucking rat.
Come on. Let's go. Come on.
Doc?
[SCRAPING]
[GROWLING]
[GROWLING]
[FORREST ROARING]
[JENNY SCREAMING]
Captain! Aah!
No! No! No!
No, captain!
ED: Get it off!
[GUNSHOTS]
WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Shots fired.
We have shots fired.
[JENNY SOBBING]
Did he get you?
Look at me. Did he bite you?
JENNY:
No, no, no!
ED: Out. Get out. Move. Move.
HENRY: Go. Careful.
JENNY: Doc?
HENRY: He's all right.
He's alive.
ED: Okay. Pick him up.
HENRY: Come on, help me.
Oh, shit. Okay.
ED: Shit.
I got you, hold on.
All right.
HENRY: Is he all right?
He's bit. He's bit.
Move. We gotta
get out of here.
Let's go.
NIAL: Let's go. Let's go.
HENRY: Check him right now.
See if there are any bites
on him. Really look.
ED: What the fuck
was that, huh?
NIAL: Nothing,
I don't see anything.
HENRY:
Check everywhere.
[THUMPING]
[WOMAN WHIMPERING]
Hello?
[WHIMPERING]
Please, help me.
[ROARS]
Shut the door!
NIAL: What the fuck is that?
HENRY:
Help me with the door.
Push! Push!
NIAL: Fucking bitch!
HENRY: Close the door!
ED: Take him down to tarmac
level, we'll keep her out!
Go! Get out of here!
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
SHILAH:
Hey, Jenny, we heard gunshots.
Here, hold pressure on that.
On her face, don't let it go.
[SOBBING]
JENNY: Oh, my God.
What happened on the plane?
JENNY: They're infecting
each other.
I don't understand.
The captain, he got it.
I shot him. There's blood all
over your face.
We went in the plane--
The bathroom's empty,
it's covered in blood
and the big guy's
not in there anymore.
We went down into the hold,
you know--
Hold that. Hold it.
Okay. I'm here.
NIAL: I can't even--
Move.
I love you so, so much.
Me too.
Just hang in there. I got you.
Breathe. Breathe,
Paula, breathe.
It's all right. We're safe.
I got the gun,
there's ammo in the bag.
I'm glad I did because there's
some crazy shit going
on in there.
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
Why'd the power go out?
Um...
You left this. I picked up
a call from your dad.
He told me to tell you
to take the stick,
and then all the cell phones
went dead at the same time.
Jenny?
My dad started giving me
flying lessons when I was 12.
He'd say,
"Take the stick."
I was afraid to fly solo,
even with him sitting
right there next to me.
One day,
he let go of the stick.
It went into a spin...
and I had to take control.
I never understood why
he did that.
[SIGHS]
I'm gonna be back.
[FAINT GROWLING]
[CLANGS]
[FOOTSTEPS PATTERING]
[]
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
We got the door shut
and locked.
Whatever's out there
in that plane
stays out there.
You sure about that?
I didn't see Mr. Bundt
around, did you?
[SCREAMING AND
POUNDING ON DOOR]
Come on. I need you.
Come on.
We gotta go. Let's go.
Come on.
What's wrong?
I'm thirsty.
Hey, listen up.
What do you want?
I got something to say.
You said enough.
Hey, listen to what she
has to say.
One, we don't know
when they're getting us out.
Two, we gotta make sure
nobody else gets infected.
Oh, smart.
And who's in charge?
I am.
You?
Oh, right.
NICCA: You?
You know nothing.
LOUISE: Well, I think we
should vote. I got this.
So shoot me or
shut the fuck up.
Our captain, who murdered
Mrs. Stevens in 7A, is dead.
Our co-pilot is creeping
around the cabin like
some sort of animal.
That means all of you are
my passengers until this
flight is over.
Is that clear?
Yeah.
I think it's pretty clear.
Whatever this is,
it's spreading through bites.
We don't know that.
Biting could be a symptom,
not how it infects.
Could be spread airborne,
topical. We don't know.
We don't know shit.
If you ask me, it looks like
some kind of fucked-up rabies.
People rabies.
People rabies?
Rabies is spread
through bites, right?
Right?
SHILAH: Well, mucus, saliva.
JENNY:
There's a cure for rabies.
You get shots in the stomach.
That's before symptoms start.
Once it manifests, it's over.
There is no cure.
Fuck this.
SHILAH: I don't think
this is rabies.
Hm!
HENRY: Why not?
Rabies takes weeks
for the symptoms
to show in humans,
for the virus to travel to
the brain. This takes minutes.
JENNY:
Wait, Henry, you were watching
a newsfeed on the plane.
Didn't it say something
about a quarantine in L.A.?
Yeah. An apartment building.
This flight is out of L.A.
Two quarantines, one night.
Wonder how often that happens.
SUSAN: What about your friend?
Wouldn't you think
she's infected?
She's not infected.
She's fine.
She got bitten but hasn't
had any symptoms yet.
[SQUEALING]
Doc!
JENNY:
George, no!
Come here.
Don't touch his head!
Go get your medical kit.
Go get it now. Calm down.
ED:
Don't let him get away.
Don't let him touch you.
GEORGE: He bit him.
I see that.
ED: One, two, three.
JENNY: Calm down.
I know why people--
Go, go, go.
Did it bite you?
No.
Are you sure?
No, it's fine.
Check your forearms.
I am.
HENRY: All right.
This is wrong. Inhumane.
He's bitten, ma'am.
It's for our own safety.
All right. On three.
One, two, three.
You're in charge, right?
You have no choice.
I found something on the rat.
What is it?
SHILAH: Hold on, let me see.
HENRY: What is it?
ED: Look, there's a tag
on the hind leg.
That's a lab rat. Albino.
Shit.
It looks like the one
in the hold.
Like the other rat?
Yes, and the people.
So a laboratory rat is
causing all this?
How could a laboratory rat
get into the hold of
a commercial plane?
NIAL:
I don't know.
How should I know?
Ask him.
HVORST: Who?
George?
Did you bring lab rats
in that carrier?
No. Those were
my class' hamsters.
When you boarded,
I saw tails
inside your carrier.
NIAL: What the hell you
talking about? Okay?
I had hamsters
when I was little.
They have little stubby things
that you can barely see.
Not tails.
All right.
Well, those hamsters
were given to my class
by a parent who just
came back from Ecuador
where I now know
hamsters have tails.
You just made that shit up.
Hey, can I talk to you?
Yeah, of course.
Henry, tell me
you didn't bring rats
onto my plane.
Jenny, listen to me. George is
a little mixed up right now.
He's been through
a lot tonight. We all have
been through a lot.
Are you telling me the truth?
Think about it.
You can't bring lab rats
on an airplane
in your carry-on.
It's not possible.
I never would've made it
through security.
Of course.
I'm sorry.
That's okay.
I'm accusing you instead of--
Hey. Hey.
You know--
We're okay.
[RALPH ROARING]
[JENNY SCREAMS]
HENRY:
Shit. Shit.
ED:
Watch his mouth!
Come here.
Hold it around his neck!
Get away!
SHILAH: Hold on, Jenny,
I'm coming.
JENNY: Help!
ED: Grab that end!
SHILAH: Hold on, Jenny.
ED:
Put it over here.
SHILAH: Pull it. Pull! Pull!
We gotta choke him. Come on!
Come on.
Hold him, guys! Pull!
SHILAH:
Come on. Come on.
[GAGGING]
ED:
Pull!
He's dead.
He's dead.
[ALL PANTING]
[STATIC OVER RADIO]
MAN [OVER RADIO]:
#Ramirez.#
Hobbs, come in.
#CDC's on the way.#
Oh, shit. CDC's coming in.
JENNY: Let's go.
ED: Roger that.
We're all here.
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
JENNY: Hey, how you
holding up? He's lying.
You don't have any
proof of that, George.
You believe him
because you like him.
The ammo's
in here somewhere.
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
George. Is he all right?
SHILAH: We'll get you
out of here.
I don't know.
HENRY:
This is stupid, but have you
seen my briefcase?
[DOOR LOCK BUZZES]
ED:
Whoa, take it easy.
Don't point the guns at us.
SHILAH:
We just wanna get out of here.
Get them to the hospital.
MAN 1: Give us your
full cooperation,
we'll get you out
as fast as possible.
ED: Wait. Listen to me.
MAN 2: Put down the camera.
Put down the camera, sir.
Put it down. Put it down.
[RAT SQUEALING]
Why are you doing that?
MAN 1: Everything will
be explained.
Sir, your weapon,
hand it over.
Nial, give him your gun.
HENRY: Give him the--
JENNY: Hey. Hey.
ED: Okay. Okay.
LOUISE: Everybody stay calm.
ED: Easy.
All right, you, you and you,
over here.
Get these people out.
Both of them.
SHILAH: All right,
take it easy.
MAN 1:
Let's go!
You and you,
clear off the table.
The rest of you line up here.
MAN 2:
Let's move, folks.
JENNY: Okay, be careful.
ED: All right.
SUSAN:
What is that?
LOUISE:
Oh, God. What is that?
LOUISE:
What are you doing?
What is this?
MAN 1: Protocol.
For your safety.
You've been exposed.
We don't know which of you
may be infected.
So you've identified this.
Everything will be explained.
Hey, what is that?
What are you giving them?
Who's next?
I'm not putting shit into my
body unless I know what it is.
Am I right?
Am I right, Nial?
Everything will be explained.
Explain it to us now.
If you want to be released,
take the protocol.
I'll go.
MAN 1:
State your name
to the cameras.
Mrs. Louise Treadwell.
[CAT GROWLS]
[LOUISE SCREAMS]
ED:
The cat is infected!
MAN 1:
Keep them back.
WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Eliminate the cat.
Put on your thermal headsets.
Give us a heat signature.
[DOC ROARING]
[MAN 3 SCREAMING]
MAN 2:
Holy shit! Shit!
MAN 1:
Let's go. Let's go!
HVORST: Where are you going?
MAN 1: Open up,
we got injured.
Open the fucking doors!
Let us out!
MAN 2: Everybody move.
MAN 1: Let's go. Come on.
HVORST:
We gotta follow these
guys out.
[BOTH SPEAKING IN
FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
[GUNFIRE]@n@+
HENRY:
Shit.
Get away from the door.
Move away from the door.
ED:
Got a live one in here.
Come here!
Pull him in.
Come on. Come on, man.
Okay, close the door. Quick.
GSW, left eye.
Shit.
George, get my field kit.
ED:
They shot him in the leg.
Can you help him?
[ROARING AND BANGING]
I hear them.
ED: They're coming
from the plane.
Everybody move. We gotta go.
GEORGE: Get out of here!
Let's go, let's go.
We gotta go.
Move, lady. Come on. Move.
SHILAH: Let's go. Let's go.
Where are we going?!
ED: Go to the catering truck.
Everybody go to the
catering truck. This way.
Come on. Move.
Everybody in. Let's go.
Come on, come on.
Move, move, move.
Get in here, quick.
Come on, let's go.
ED:
Put them in there. Come on.
JENNY: Get in the truck.
ED: What are you doing?
Your face.
ED: Get in the truck, lady.
Get in the truck!
HENRY: Let's go!
GEORGE: What are you doing?
I love you.
Get in the truck. Come on.
No.
He's infected. He's infected.
Let him go. Let him go!
JENNY: He'll kill you.
SUSAN: I can't.
JENNY:
Come on.
[NIAL ROARING]
[SUSAN SCREAMS]
[ALL PANTING]
[ROARING IN DISTANCE]
Paula, I left her out there.
We gotta go get her.
If your friend is
up and about, you do not wanna
look for her.
You don't understand.
She took the protocol,
she's gonna be okay--
No, honey, there is
no protocol.
I still don't understand.
Maybe I've been in the
Army too long,
but we were each getting
a different set of injections,
medications.
What makes you think that?
Hello?
Each cartridge had its
own color, its own label.
That true?
I'm not authorized to
discuss it.
I'll authorize you.
What is going on here?
What does the CDC know?
It's not CDC.
It's CBDT.
Chemical Biological
Domestic Terrorism.
Terrorism?
SHILAH: What?
Homeland Security.
An apartment building in L.A.
is under quarantine.
One of our units went in
a couple of hours ago,
nobody ever came out.
They found a bio-terror
laboratory in an
attic apartment.
Some kind of doomsday cult.
ED: Hold on a second.
Wait, somebody made this?
MAN:
Made the virus.
And they were looking for
a cure, an antidote.
They ran a clinical trial in
that lab, on humans.
We found a test subject,
a survivor,
if you can call him that.
Whatever they were given...
was making it worse,
much worse.
Were there rats in that lab?
Rats are the carriers.
We thought we caught a break
stopping your flight.
Our orders were to try
everything to keep you alive
and contained.
You don't know what the fuck
this really is or
how to treat it.
If what I've seen in here
spreads out into the
general population
and we have no clue
how to deal with this--
So we're the fucking
lab rats now?
National security.
They're never gonna let us
out of here now, are they?
ED: Hey, hey, hey. Don't.
Put it down.
JENNY: Easy.
ED: Just put the gun down.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What do you think?
ED: No!
[GUNSHOT]
There's no way out of here.
We are going to die.
That's not true.
We're gonna find a way out--
Don't say that. Stop lying.
There's no way out of here.
JENNY: Don't give up.
There's a way out.
We will find a way.
GEORGE: No, there's not.
JENNY: There's always a way.
GEORGE:
We're gonna stay in here all
night until the people get us.
[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
Shut up. Shut up.
The rain.
What?
The rain. This terminal,
it floods when it rains bad.
They said there's a
service tunnel somewhere that
never got sealed up.
A tunnel?
Are you kidding me?
Where Terminal F was gonna go.
Never got built.
Airport Authority ran
out of cash. Where is it?
I don't know,
but I know how to find it.
[ALL SCREAMING]
GEORGE: Oh, my God!
Shoot it! Shoot it!
SHILAH: Get the gun!
Shoot that motherfucker!
Shoot it!
[GUN CLICKING]
Shoot him! Shoot him!
Shoot the motherfucker!
There are no bullets!
SHILAH:
Shoot him! Shoot him!
George! Press the
green button!
Okay, okay, okay.
[GROWLING]
NICCA:
Oh, my God!
[GROWLING]
[BONES CRUNCHING]
[ALL PANTING]
Follow me.
[CLATTERING]
ED:
Shh. Hey, quiet.
Come on, let's go.
We gotta get to the office.
Find that tunnel to
Terminal F.
JENNY:
Hey, hey.
Hold on. Hold on.
Where's Henry? Where's Henry?
ED:
We gotta keep moving.
Come on.
[ROARING]
[NICCA SCREAMING]
JENNY: They got her.
SHILAH: They got her.
Let's go!
ED: Move. Move.
JENNY: Go, go,
George, go! Run!
ED:
Move, they're here. Let's go.
Come on. Don't stop.
Let's go, let's go. Come on.
[GROWLING]
[GUNSHOTS]
GEORGE: What was that?
ED: Henry.
GEORGE: What was that, Jenny?
ED: Move, move, move.
Let's go.
Come on.
Keep moving. Keep moving.
Keep moving.
GEORGE: Jenny.
ED:
Jenny, get up.
[GROWLING]
SHILAH:
Jenny.
GEORGE: She's infected.
ED: Oh, shit.
Paula.
[SNARLING]
Paula, stay back.
GEORGE:
Go!
Give me the wrench.
[ROARING]
SHILAH:
Jenny! Jenny!
[SCREAMING]
ED:
Come on.
Come on. Let's go.
Come on, I got you.
Let's go, kid. Here we go.
All right.
Go.
Right there.
ED:
Come on.
Go, go. Get in. Get in.
Okay. Find anything that
says Terminal F, okay?
Check all the blueprints. Go.
JENNY: Where? Where do we
look? In the corner.
Check the corner.
It should say right here.
Check the corners.
SHILAH:
F, F, F.
George,
what are you doing?
You stole this from Henry?
GEORGE: Look at these.
What are you doing?
SHILAH: Found it.
Terminal F schematic design.
ED:
Bring it over.
All right. Okay.
Okay, okay.
Where are we?
Terminal F. Good.
SHILAH: Yeah, that's it.
Okay, okay, this is it.
We're right here.
Looks like the tunnel's
entrance is in a shaft.
Right behind the
crew-break area.
How do we get to it?
Okay, we go through the
work bay to tarmac level.
We gotta get through
that wall, into that
wall space.
Once we're here,
all we gotta do is
walk the service tunnel
and we'll make it to
Terminal F. We'll be fine.
[SCREECHES]
[SHILAH SCREAMS]
ED:
Go!
[SCREECHING AND GROWLING]
[GUNSHOTS]
They got you.
That's a bite.
Yeah.
But you'll be okay, right?
Because you have this?
I found it hidden
in his briefcase.
Bring it to me.
SHILAH:
That's the antidote, right?
That you were testing in L.A.
in that apartment building?
Come on, hand it over.
Who the hell are you?
I told you before
on the plane, I'm one of the
good guys
willing to do something,
take responsibility
for the future.
By starting a fucking plague.
Nobody else is doing anything.
Are you?
How many people
were you planning to kill?
As many as it takes.
So you decide who lives?
No, we do.
Because the alternative
is that no one lives.
Our population keeps
growing and consuming
while our planet is dying.
Don't make me shoot her,
George.
Bring it here.
No!
Ed! Ed!
Against the wall!
Against the wall!
SHILAH: Okay. All right.
Against the wall!
Against the wall! All right.
GEORGE:
How'd you get that
through security?
The same way
I got the rats through.
Same way I found out my lab
in Los Angeles
was compromised.
I had to take my toys
and leave town.
Friends of the cause.
Same ones who arranged
for my arrival in Kansas City
and the ones who will help me
once I get out of here.
Antibodies need the virus
to kick in.
Fight the infection,
keep it from
damaging the brain.
What is that?
You're a smart kid.
Maybe smart enough to be
one of us someday.
Go to hell.
Don't buy in to all that
big government bullshit.
They label people like us
"extremists,"
"doomsday cults,"
"terrorists,"
because that's easier
than telling you the truth.
What is the truth, Henry, huh?
Earth could use
a good plague.
Move and I'll kill you.
[JENNY & SHILAH GASP]
[HENRY GRUNTING]
Oh, amazing.
I can't feel a thing.
Sure it works?
Ran the trials myself in L.A.
I heard that didn't go
so well. Shut up!
Time to go, George.
Don't touch him.
SHILAH:
Hey, let him go.
This is his only chance.
Come on. Move it!
GEORGE:
Jenny.
Come on, Jenny. Come on.
Okay.
Come on. We have to go
after them. Come on, let's go.
Come on, Jenny, go.
Go. I'm gonna catch up.
Take this.
I'll go first. I'll get him.
Hurry.
Okay.
All right?
GEORGE:
No. Let me go.
George?
Oh, shit. Shit!
[ROARING]
Oh, God. Oh, God.
[JENNY SCREAMS]
Shit.
[PRESTON GROWLING]
Come on! Come on!
Die, you fucking shit!
[PANTING]
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
[SNIFFING]
[BONES CRACKING]
[SNIFFING]
It's me.
Shilah? Shilah?
What is that?
Thermal vision.
CDC left it behind. You see
them before they see you.
George and Henry,
they went in there,
into the wall.
Why didn't you follow them?
Here.
Just not my day to fly.
You get George,
you kill that rat,
and you get out.
Shilah. Shilah.
I'm gonna try to
buy you some time.
Shilah.
Hey, Flight 318!
I'm over here, motherfuckers!
[ROARING]
[SHILAH SCREAMING]
[JENNY SCREAMING]
[SQUEAKING IN DISTANCE]
Oh, shit.
[SQUEAKING]
Shoot.
Mice. Mice. Just mice.
[GEORGE WHIMPERING]
George?
Jenny? Hold on, George.
I'm coming down.
GEORGE:
No. Henry-- It didn't work.
Don't come down here.
JENNY:
There's a flashlight and a gun
by your feet.
GEORGE:
I can't see them.
I'm coming down.
Stay up there.
Stay there, George.
No. Go back, please. No.
Jenny, please don't.
Please go back up.
Please, please.
Stay up there, please.
Please, go back, Jenny.
Don't come down here, please.
Please.
[GROWLING]
[JENNY SCREAMING]
[ROARING]
[SCREAMING]
Run, George! Run! Run!
Run!
[ROARING]
[SCREAMING]
Hey, you.
[GUN CLICKING]
[WHIMPERING]
JENNY:
Did you get him?
GEORGE:
Jenny.
Look.
Where is he?
Look.
[GROANING]
Henry.
[YELLS]
Come on.
Are you okay?
Are you okay?
Did he get you?
No. Did he bite you?
[JET ENGINE ROARING]
What happened?
When we climbed out,
he tried to bite me.
[EXPLOSION]
The terminal.
They're burning it down.
Come on. Hold it there.
It's the tunnel to Terminal F.
It's welded shut.
There's no way out, Jenny.
Stay there.
Come on.
It's locked.
We're not gonna get out.
It's rusted. I'll get it open.
I just wanna go home.
Step back. Step back.
[GRUNTS]
Come on. We gotta go.
I'm not going in there.
Listen to me. Listen to me.
We have no choice.
I gotta get you
in there, okay?
JENNY: Trust me.
I can't go in there.
Come on, we gotta go.
No way.
Listen, George. We don't have
any other choice, all right?
Look, look.
Be my eyes, okay?
You tell me what you see.
Ready? Go.
GEORGE:
I don't see anything.
JENNY:
It's just a baggage tunnel.
I'm right behind you.
Promise?
I promise. Go.
Go.
JENNY:
Keep going.
George, don't slow down.
Keep going.
Keep going, George.
Don't stop.
Go, go.
[EXPLOSION]
Go, George, go. Hurry.
[EXPLOSION]
[PANTING]
[GASPING]
Why'd you stop?
Keep going.
[JENNY PANTING]
Don't stop.
Jenny.
I'm infected, George.
Keep going.
No, you're not.
It's happening so fa--
I'm sorry.
I can feel it.
I don't have much time.
You'll be okay.
Go, please.
You're fine.
Leave me.
I'm not going without you.
Leave me!
[GROWLING]
You won't hurt me.
I'm not going without you.
Okay?
Okay.
[JENNY PANTING]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
Jenny, I think I see--
Jenny, we made it.
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
Jenny.
Jenny?
Get out here!
I'm not leaving without you.
[ROARING]
[GEORGE SCREAMING]
[ROARING]
[ROARING]
[JENNY GROWLING]
[GROWLING]
L.A., this is Flight 734.
We need a runway, 26L.
CONTROLLER [OVER RADIO]:
#Roger that, 734.#
#You're clear on 26L.#
We're at the concert of
our lives and you disappear?
Sorry.
And now we're
gonna be late again.
No, no, no. We'll make it.
Hey, have you seen my scarf?
God, this is serious.
I mean, where were you?
Well, um, I just went
to get a little souvenir.
Hey.
For my best friend, Paula.
They all signed it.
Oh, my God, Jenny.
I love you.
I got a little something
for myself. Look at this.
Uh, excuse me,
how did you get backstage?
Well, I have my ways.
PAULA: Oh, really?
JENNY: Mm-hm.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
JENNY: I told them all about
They think you're so cute.
PAULA: You're such a liar.
Why would I lie about that?
PAULA: Oh, I got this one.
Oh, thank you.
Okay.
That's the only reason, then?
Pretty much.
I was thinking we
could transfer to L.A,
and we check out
Tokyo, Thailand--
No, too crazy,
too many people.
Paula, it beats
BNA any day.
Come on.
But my fianc's in Nashville.
It's never too late to escape.
Oh, wow, great advice
from my maid of honor.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Who's stalking you now?
Only guy that matters. Dad.
Aww.
He wants me
to go to flight school.
PAULA: Yeah?
JENNY: Mm-hm.
JENNY:
I already got my dream job.
Flying one of these things,
way too much responsibility.
[PAULA CHUCKLES]
Hey.
Hm?
Yeah. Hm?
Mm-hm.
Trans Sky Air.
Get there.
Now go to sleep.
Now go to sleep.
[MAN SNEEZES]
Ooh.
Girls, is there coffee?
PAULA: Sure.
You feeling okay,
Willsy?
Head cold. It's going around.
There you go.
Thank you.
Think I got it from my dog.
All the dogs in the
neighborhood are sick.
It's running around, barking,
being weird.
Thunderstorms out of
the south, southwest.
Church group canceled,
so we're nearly empty.
How long you been working
the aisles, Jenny?
Oh, uh, almost a year now,
captain.
Then you should
know better.
Sorry, sir.
Ha, ha, ha.
FORREST: So gullible.
WILLSY: Heard the concert was
great.
Rochambeau?
Really?
[SIGHS]
Sorry.
Jenny, this is George.
George, this is Jenny.
Hey, George,
how's it going?
He's all yours now.
You wanna come
with me?
Okay, so a couple
of things, you're--
"My responsibility."
I know the drill.
Okay. Ah, wrist, please.
I'm 13 next month.
Most airlines don't make
me wear that anymore.
This one does. Sorry.
Look, I can
take care of myself.
Okay, less work for me.
EAD?
Check.
Status pitch.
Check.
Fuel quantity.
Twenty-four thousand
five hundred pounds.
JENNY:
We're gonna take great care
of you, Dr. Kingston.
All right, here we go.
PAULA: Jenny?
BEV: Just help us out here,
all right?
PAULA:
That's good. Oh, good.
Watch your head, Doc.
BEV: There you go.
Good job.
PAULA: Thank you.
Sure.
Doc can hear you, he just
can't speak, or move
very well. Parkinson's.
Where you headed?
An hour from KC.
His daughter just
had a baby girl.
Aww.
Aww.
COMPUTER: #APU fire.#
Okay, Willsy. Fire up the APU.
[EASY-LISTENING MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
Good evening. Welcome.
Thought you had
a light load, huh?
Back half of the plane,
completely empty.
Oh, I appreciate that, ma'am.
I really do.
[JENNY CHUCKLES]
PAULA:
Welcome aboard. Good evening.
Oh, hey, what's a fella
gotta do to get a beer
around here?
We'll let you know.
[WILLSY SNEEZES]
I'm sorry. You sure you're
feeling all right?
I'll be all right.
You just look a little...
PAULA:
Welcome aboard. How are you?
JENNY:
Oh, I love your nails.
Thanks. Keeps the glooms away.
MAN:
Oh, come on.
May I help you?
No, thanks. I think I got it.
What's in there?
Hamsters. If anything
happens to them,
my class will eat me alive.
Ooh, tough class.
Kindergarten.
The one in back's a little
bit bigger. Oh, that's, uh--
JENNY: Okay, that's not gonna
work. I almost got it.
You're gonna have to check
that. HENRY: Easy. Easy.
Thank you.
Ow!
You think they'll survive
down there?
It's pressurized. But, I mean,
I'm no hamster expert. Heh.
Oh, I'll give you this.
Oh, right.
Okay. Ah. Got it.
Oh, most important thing to
know: What's that?
They're like a buck each.
[LAUGHS]
Okay.
Cute guy
you were talking to.
Oh, look who's still looking.
I'm engaged, not dead.
[CONSOLE BEEPING]
NIAL: Todd, we're on the
red-eye. These filthy seats.
She's good. I'll tell her.
There you go.
NIAL:
We'll see you there.
I look forward to it.
Well, we're on the red-eye.
I don't know, 7:30, 8 a.m.?
JENNY [OVER PA]:
Good evening, everyone.
Welcome aboard Trans Sky Air
Flight 318,
with regional service to
Kansas City continuing on to
Nashville.
We know you have many options
in regards to your
transportation needs.
We appreciate you choosing
Trans Sky Air. Please don't
hesitate to let us know
[SNEEZES]
Excuse me.
if we can make your flight
more pleasant this evening.
Thank you.
L.A. Ground, TS-318,
push off, we're at 69 alto.
CONTROLLER:
#318, you're clear for push
back.#
PAULA [OVER PA]:
Please give Jenny
your undivided attention
as she demonstrates
this plane's safety features.
To fasten your seatbelt,
insert the buckle and adjust
the strap
so it's low and tight
across your lap.
To release the belt, simply
lift the top of the buckle and
pull.
Flight attendants,
take your seats for departure.
I need you to buckle that
extendabelt. Yes, ma'am.
Thanks.
[COUGHS AND SNEEZES]
Just...
Gear up.
[YAWNS]
CONTROLLER: #Five-three-two,#
#verify visual contact
with traffic.#
You all right?
Yeah, I'm okay.
You want anything?
I'm a little warm.
You want anything?
Careful. Heh, heh.
I'm gonna be nice.
I'm gonna be a daddy.
CONTROLLER:
#Roger on hitting 135.#
Cruising altitude, Willsy.
[DINGS]
Ladies and gentlemen,
your captain has turned off
the fasten-seatbelt sign.
You are now free
to move about the cabin.
At this time, you may also
take out any of the approved
electronic devices.
We would also like to let you
know we have Wi-Fi service
available.
So do you travel
a lot by yourself?
Between my mom and dad.
Oh.
Who's picking you up in the
morning? Janice, my smother.
What's a smother?
Stepmother.
She's about your age.
Okay. I bet that sucks.
NIAL:
Hand me my cell phone.
[RALPH SNORING]
Flight nerves?
For 19 straight hours.
Oh.
Overseas, huh?
Yeah.
Haven't seen my husband
for over a year.
But I'm home for a while now,
so... He's a lucky man.
Ryan, obviously you are
mistaking me for somebody
that gives a crap.
I'm sorry, sir, we are
airborne so you're gonna
have to end that call.
It's against FAA regulations
to use any sort of
cellular equip--
You're compromising our
safety. Who the fuck are you,
man?
If he keeps using his
cell phone, we're gonna
arrest him when we land.
SUSAN: Did you hear that?
Give me the phone.
Okay?
You're an asshole.
Okay.
Fucking asshole.
You don't see me doing your
job. I'm sorry.
That was stupid, but some
people can be so
inconsiderate.
Exactly. Then you really
don't want my job.
Doesn't it make you wonder
about the human race?
Try not to overthink things.
I'm sorry.
I'm gonna shut up now.
Um... So do you
got any solutions?
Well, sure. The few
of us that give a damn
have to make change.
It's our responsibility,
right?
[MOANING]
I think I have all the
responsibility I can handle
at the moment.
HENRY:
Yeah. Right.
I can see that.
Yeah.
Hey, I apologize for the
lecture.
I'm just finishing my PhD,
nights, and I'm always boring
strangers,
kindergarteners,
beautiful flight attendants.
It's not boring. It's
interesting.
Henry.
Uh, Jenny.
It's nice to meet you, Jenny.
You're gonna need to put your
cat back in the bag.
I don't know how he got out.
He's usually so well-behaved,
he never leaves
the apartment building.
There you go, sweetie.
Back in your little house.
COMPUTER:
#Autopilot.#
How was your weekend?
Not too bad.
Went somewhere?
No, I played golf.
Played terrible.
Lost another six balls--
[SNEEZES]
Oh, my God, I'm sorry.
You have a handkerchief?
JENNY:
What does the FAA
say about blow jobs?
Well, as long as your tray
table is in the upright
position...
So, what's going on?
Just talking. He's super
smart. Uh-huh.
He get your number yet?
No. Not yet. The night's
still young, though.
[BELL DINGS]
Oh, I'll get it.
Okay.
Hey, what's up?
I just need some water.
Are you feeling okay?
I just-- Just need
something to drink.
Okay.
Hey, golf guy in the back
asked for water.
Doesn't look so good.
I got it. You go ahead
and start, I'll check it out.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Thanks.
Here you go.
Hey.
He probably just
had one too many
on the back nine.
Hi, what can I get you
to drink?
Hey. Can I just have a tea?
Oh, sure.
WOMAN: #As the investigation
gets--# Go ahead.
Thank you.
Of course.
#--the situation#
#continues to be serious,#
#with the exception#
#of heavily protected
military...#
What's going on?
You know, they don't know.
They don't know yet. It's some
apartment building in L.A.
JENNY: Where in L.A.?
I have no idea.
Maybe downtown.
Ooh.
Yeah. It's good we're flying
away.
[CHUCKLES]
Okay. Well, enjoy your tea.
Thank you very much.
JENNY: What can I get you?
PAULA:
Yeah, we're good.
We're just finishing up.
Let us know
if you need anything.
Okay. Okay.
Thanks, captain.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Um...
Sir? Can you hear me?
Sir?
Ugh!
Oh! Oh.
Paula, a little help.
MAN: Oh, man.
Big guy just puked
all over the stewardess.
Oh, God. Here. Are you all
right?
He's sick. He's really sick.
Okay, you stay here,
I'll be right back.
Stop the plane. Let me off!
No, no. You need to stay
in your seat. Please just
stay in the seat, sir.
Yeah, chunks flying.
XL pack's in the back.
WILLSY:
#Roger that.#
You girls get all the fun.
They certainly do.
RALPH: Stop the plane.
JENNY: Please stay in your
seat.
You have to stay right there.
Sir, please stay in the seat.
RALPH: You don't understand.
Fantastic. Now we're all gonna
get it. Relax.
This happens all the time.
What if it's some foreign flu?
We'll sue.
We'll sue anyway.
RALPH: Let me off.
Here, put these on.
Sir, you're gonna have to stay
still while we put this mask
on your face.
JENNY: What's wrong with him?
PAULA: Go clean up.
Stop the plane.
Let's go, Jenny. Go.
PAULA: All right, sir? Okay.
Hold still. I know.
Just breathe. Just breathe.
I know it's uncomfortable,
okay?
You're all right.
PAULA:
Sir. Sir!
[RALPH GRUNTING]
Stop! Ah!
RALPH:
Let me in!
Stop the plane! Let me in!
You have the aircraft.
Yeah.
Stop the plane!
WILLSY: Oh, my God.
Let me in!
Let me in!
WOMAN: Somebody stop him.
PAULA: Jenny!
RALPH: Stop the plane!
White shit is coming out
of this guy's mouth.
He's going berserk.
George!
Hey! Hey!
Unh!
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
L.A., this is TSF 318. We have
a code red in-cabin emergency.
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Go get up there.
Fuck that.
We gotta get in there.
We're not compromising the
cockpit.
WOMAN: Get him down. Get his
legs.
PRESTON: Get off the door!
Help me!
HENRY:
Get him on the ground.
Try to get down.
Jenny, get the restraints!
HENRY: You grab his wrists.
Grab his wrists.
Get his wrists together.
JENNY: Oh, my God.
PAULA: Come on, Jenny.
Affirmative. He's got all of
those symptoms.
Know what this is?
MAN: #Give us a name.#
PAULA: Grab his arm.
JENNY: Come on, guys,
roll him.
Hit him again. Now!
SHILAH: I got him.
PAULA: What?
PRESTON: Get the restraints
on him.
PAULA: Got it.
SHILAH: Okay.
Got it.
They got him down. He's down.
He's down.
Happens all the time, right?
WILLSY: FAA needs
the passenger's name now.
Jenny, grab this.
"Mr. Ralph Bundt."
B-U-N-D-T.
[PANTING]
I need a rest.
Thank you.
You feel nauseous,
like you wanna barf?
I'm telling you I'm okay.
You've had a concussion, so
we'll need to get you
checked out.
George, I'm so sorry.
If you're really sorry, get me
off this freaking plane.
Are you a doctor?
Medic.
Get some ice for that
contusion and keep a
close eye on him.
If he starts acting strange
or sleepy-- I understand.
I'll help keep an eye on him.
JENNY:
Thank you.
[WHISPERS]
He's out.
Paula, I panicked out there.
I was useless.
I didn't do anything right.
[IN NORMAL VOICE] Hey, hey,
hey. It's fine, okay?
You did your best.
It's done. It's over.
Okay? Come here.
[PA DINGS]
FORREST:
#We've been instructed#
#to get our passenger#
#immediate medical attention.#
#Everyone in their seats,#
#belts fastened.#
[BELL DINGS]
It's Paula.
FORREST: Secure the cabin for
landing. FAA wants us on the
ground now.
We gotta punch through
that weather. Gonna be a
rough drop.
It certainly is.
All passengers,
prepare for severe turbulence.
Hang on tight.
Ladies and gentlemen,
we're executing an immediate
emergency landing.
Please secure all loose items
and tray tables.
NIAL: What the fuck is
going on?
PAULA: As a safety precaution,
give Jenny your attention as
she demonstrates the
bracing position.
Lean forward.
Hands on top of your head.
Elbows against your thighs.
Okay. Here we go.
[RUMBLING]
NIAL:
Hold on.
[ALL GRUNTING]
Hang on!
Hold on.
Sir, can I have the laptop?
My presentation's on there.
I need that.
Brace. Brace, everyone.
Cabin's secure.
Not yet.
[RATTLING]
Okay. Roll him
to my side on three, okay?
One, two, three. Ugh!
Hurry.
Oh, God. It's not gonna fit.
I'm gonna get his extender.
All right, hurry.
CONTROLLER:
#Negative 0597.#
MAN:
Ma'am. Ma'am.
[GRUNTS]
Argh!
WOMAN 1: Oh, God!
[PAULA SCREAMING]
Jesus.
[GROWLING]
WOMAN 1:
Oh, my God.
WOMAN 1:
Oh, my God.
FORREST:
Willsy, get back there.
We're about to land.
WOMAN 2: Oh, please,
don't let me die in the air.
WOMAN 1: Oh, my God.
WOMAN 2: It's gotta
be something.
WOMAN 1:
Oh, God.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
WOMAN 2:
Get us out of here.
Ground Control, I need a gate
assignment. What's the holdup?
Ground Control.
Don't let him out!
Keep him in there!
Oh, shit.
Where's your EMK?
Get it. Come on, come on,
come on. Okay.
MAN:
I don't know. I don't know.
I don't know.
Hold that. Keep the pressure
on it. Okay.
[RALPH GROWLING
AND BANGING ON DOOR]
BEV: Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. You okay?
SHILAH:
What? Only two lousy
doses of lidocaine?
What is that?
SHILAH: It's a sedative.
It'll keep her from going
into shock until we can get
her to a hospital.
Give me your scarf.
Okay, okay.
Hold it.
She's bleeding out.
Just hold on. Hold on.
She's bleeding out.
Please hurry.
You gotta keep pressure
on this wound.
[SPEAKING IN
FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
PRESTON:
Come on!
Ground Control, I have
a critically injured FA and
a violent passenger onboard.
Why are we stopped?
Tower's not clearing us
for a gate.
Why not?
WILLSY: They won't tell us.
Captain!
WILLSY: What are we gonna do?
CONTROLLER:
Hold your position.
Ground Control, we can't hold.
WILLSY: We gotta do something.
Willsy, find us an open gate.
[RALPH GROWLING
AND POUNDING ON DOOR]
JENNY: Captain!
What's going on?
Gate 87 is closest.
Ground Control,
I'm taking Gate 87.
I need EMS, police,
cavalry there to meet us.
Come on.
Ground Control,
I need that Jetway
operational.
Ground Control?
WILLSY: Two o'clock.
He sees us.
[RALPH GROWLING]
ED:
You fucked up, lady.
Wrong gate, wrong airline.
TS Air operates out of
Terminal A. My shift is over.
FORREST: Evacuate! Evacuate!
What the hell's going on?
JENNY:
Go. Go.
ED: Shit.
JENNY: Get some help.
Easy, easy.
FORREST: Get off the plane!
Careful. Careful.
FORREST: Get off
the plane, now!
Go, go, go.
FORREST: We're getting
out of here.
Get them to the gate!
Go on, get off the plane.
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
SHILAH: What's going on?
NIAL: What's going on?
Come on.
JENNY: Come here.
Stay with me.
[DOOR HANDLE RATTLING]
I need you to open up Gate 87.
I got an injury here
from flight--
It's TS Air 318.
TS Air 318.
Come in.
Why aren't they answering?
Open the fucking door!
Hey, calm down.
Okay, okay.
Everybody just try to
stay calm.
ED: Hobbs, open the
gates right now.
This woman needs to get
to a hospital immediately.
Okay, okay. The other side.
[SPEAKING IN
FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
Come on, come on, George.
Shit. George.
Go, go, go.
Hold the door for me.
Hold the door. Okay, you
got it. Hurry.
Jenny, what are you
doing here? Gate's locked.
We're gonna take the
passengers out a different
way. What about--?
He tired himself out.
We got it under control.
Take the passengers to safety
then get back here with help.
Come on, Jenny. Come on!
Take off.
Okay.
Come on.
Okay, okay.
Come on.
Okay.
Hey, where are we?
Ramp-op staging area.
Where all the shit gets done
that you'll never see.
PRESTON: How's your head?
GEORGE: Good.
Okay. Well, brilliant job
on that plane.
Thanks.
HENRY: Where is everybody?
ED: At home, where I
should be.
This terminal is off-line
till 3 a.m. Shut down
for maintenance.
We need to take her down
this flight of stairs to
tarmac level.
You, help me. Let's go.
Easy, all right?
On three.
One, two, three.
[ED GRUNTING]
Through that door,
it'll take you to the
main concourse.
This has never been
locked before.
[CLICKING]
Come on.
[BEEPING]
Don't you have the keys?
The tarmac level,
it's automated.
They got us on lockdown.
Lockdown?
What?
You ever heard of terrorism?
This was retrofitted
after 9/11.
It's a high-security zone.
Like being in a
supermax, right?
Every way in or out
is monitored and controlled
by those terminal ops
watching us.
Why are we in lockdown?
You tell me, lady.
Fuck this.
HENRY: Damn it.
This is not okay.
What are you gonna do?
How long have you
been working here?
Come in.
There's gotta be something--
You have to figure
out something. Hey! I just
move the bags, people.
Don't yell at me, all right?
Wait, wait!
Can you hurry this up, man?
We got places to go. For real.
Quiet! Quiet!
[SIRENS WAILING]
Oh, thank God.
They're coming.
George, be careful.
[SIRENS STOP]
PRESTON:
Why'd they stop?
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
WOMAN [OVER PA]:
#Attention, Flight 318.#
#Do not attempt#
#to leave the terminal.#
#Help is on the way.#
You are now
under quarantine.
[NAIL GUNS CLICKING]
I don't know what to do.
Everything's just gone wrong.
I don't know what to tell
these people. We're stuck.
Daddy, please just call me
as soon as you get this.
I need you to tell me
what to do.
[ALL CHATTERING]
Hey, did you get ahold
of your parents?
They're gonna murder you.
Heh, heh.
Yeah, I would too.
Hey, come here.
I just got through to 911.
They don't know anything
about this.
What?
Yeah.
I don't understand.
What did they say?
ED: I'm telling you
right now, nothing.
What the hell's this?
What are they doing?
Why are they lighting us up?
PRESTON: How long is this
gonna take? I got a job
interview at 9 a.m.
What am I gonna tell
my husband?
I am not missing my sister's
wedding for this.
[ALL CLAMORING]
Stop it! Shh!
You just go fetch the
captain, honey. We need
somebody in charge.
I understand.
We need information.
My wife is
six months pregnant.
LOUISE: How old are
you anyway? I'm really sorry.
That's not good enough.
Everybody just take it easy.
You got no right to
keep us here.
You got no right.
She won't make it
unless I stop the bleeding.
If I could get to my
field kit, I could maybe buy
her some time.
Where's your kit?
In my bag. I checked it.
Shit. Shit.
Hey, you. Uh--
Ed, can you get me into
the hold? The hold?
Yeah. You didn't see that
army outside?
The hold's access
panel's right on the floor,
as soon as you walk in.
You sure about that?
I took the qualifying test
a year ago, same plane.
If I get on that plane,
am I gonna get sick?
I don't know. I have a
3-year-old daughter, okay?
She depends on me.
You understand?
Please look at her.
She's depending on you
right now.
Please, you gotta
do something.
You gotta help. Please.
[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]
I'm coming with you.
Me too.
I left my life
on that laptop.
Hey, listen.
I need you to
help me out, okay?
If you just man the floor,
can you handle that?
Hey, Shilah Washington.
You'll recognize my bag,
okay? Hurry.
Ooh.
HENRY:
This is unbelievable.
NIAL: Unreal.
What happened?
ED:
Now what? Hobbs, come in.
I need my power back.
[STATIC OVER RADIO]
Hobbs, the power's out.
Come on.
Oh, shit. All right,
let's just keep going.
Hobbs, come in.
I need my power back now.
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
Juice is out here too.
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
Captain?
Willsy?
The Jetway's disabled.
[WHISPERING]
Captain Forrest?
Willsy?
Anyone?
There's no one here.
There's no one here.
Captain?
NIAL:
This is a mess, man.
What a mess.
[GASPING]
[IN NORMAL VOICE]
Oh, my God.
I don't understand.
If-- If he's not in there
and everybody else split...
HENRY:
Someone may have opened
the gate. I'm gonna go check.
PRESTON:
I'm going to get my laptop.
[]
ED: Here.
JENNY: Hey, there's
one in here.
ED:
All right.
Oh, shit.
It's just blood, man.
Damn it.
PRESTON:
I found it.
[ALL YELLING]
JENNY:
Wait, it's Doc. It's Doc.
It's Doc. Doc?
What?
Oh, my God.
See you folks at the gate.
Wait. If the gate was open,
they would have never
left him here.
Right? She's right.
The gate's still locked.
It's gonna be kind of tight.
JENNY:
Hey, watch over Doc
until we get back.
PRESTON:
All right.
You all hurry up, okay?
NIAL:
Yo, the name's Britz,
three bags.
Get your own damn bags.
[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]
We're looking for a duffel,
last name Washington.
[SQUEAKING]
Hey.
Hey.
It broke open.
Turbulence. I'm sorry.
Looks like I'm out 5 bucks.
Heh, heh.
Here we go.
ED:
What the hell are you doing?
The world's a
dangerous place, amigo.
I never leave home without it.
Besides, after what I've seen
here these should be required
on airplanes like seat belts.
"Shilah." I got it. I got it.
Come on, let's go.
Oh, shit!
JENNY: What? What? What?
[ANIMAL SCREECHING]
A fucking rat.
Shit. It came right at me.
Big one, sucker,
with red eyes.
Are you sure it wasn't
a hamster? No, it looked like
a fucking rat.
Come on. Let's go. Come on.
Doc?
[SCRAPING]
[GROWLING]
[GROWLING]
[FORREST ROARING]
[JENNY SCREAMING]
Captain! Aah!
No! No! No!
No, captain!
ED: Get it off!
[GUNSHOTS]
WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Shots fired.
We have shots fired.
[JENNY SOBBING]
Did he get you?
Look at me. Did he bite you?
JENNY:
No, no, no!
ED: Out. Get out. Move. Move.
HENRY: Go. Careful.
JENNY: Doc?
HENRY: He's all right.
He's alive.
ED: Okay. Pick him up.
HENRY: Come on, help me.
Oh, shit. Okay.
ED: Shit.
I got you, hold on.
All right.
HENRY: Is he all right?
He's bit. He's bit.
Move. We gotta
get out of here.
Let's go.
NIAL: Let's go. Let's go.
HENRY: Check him right now.
See if there are any bites
on him. Really look.
ED: What the fuck
was that, huh?
NIAL: Nothing,
I don't see anything.
HENRY:
Check everywhere.
[THUMPING]
[WOMAN WHIMPERING]
Hello?
[WHIMPERING]
Please, help me.
[ROARS]
Shut the door!
NIAL: What the fuck is that?
HENRY:
Help me with the door.
Push! Push!
NIAL: Fucking bitch!
HENRY: Close the door!
ED: Take him down to tarmac
level, we'll keep her out!
Go! Get out of here!
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
SHILAH:
Hey, Jenny, we heard gunshots.
Here, hold pressure on that.
On her face, don't let it go.
[SOBBING]
JENNY: Oh, my God.
What happened on the plane?
JENNY: They're infecting
each other.
I don't understand.
The captain, he got it.
I shot him. There's blood all
over your face.
We went in the plane--
The bathroom's empty,
it's covered in blood
and the big guy's
not in there anymore.
We went down into the hold,
you know--
Hold that. Hold it.
Okay. I'm here.
NIAL: I can't even--
Move.
I love you so, so much.
Me too.
Just hang in there. I got you.
Breathe. Breathe,
Paula, breathe.
It's all right. We're safe.
I got the gun,
there's ammo in the bag.
I'm glad I did because there's
some crazy shit going
on in there.
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
Why'd the power go out?
Um...
You left this. I picked up
a call from your dad.
He told me to tell you
to take the stick,
and then all the cell phones
went dead at the same time.
Jenny?
My dad started giving me
flying lessons when I was 12.
He'd say,
"Take the stick."
I was afraid to fly solo,
even with him sitting
right there next to me.
One day,
he let go of the stick.
It went into a spin...
and I had to take control.
I never understood why
he did that.
[SIGHS]
I'm gonna be back.
[FAINT GROWLING]
[CLANGS]
[FOOTSTEPS PATTERING]
[]
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
We got the door shut
and locked.
Whatever's out there
in that plane
stays out there.
You sure about that?
I didn't see Mr. Bundt
around, did you?
[SCREAMING AND
POUNDING ON DOOR]
Come on. I need you.
Come on.
We gotta go. Let's go.
Come on.
What's wrong?
I'm thirsty.
Hey, listen up.
What do you want?
I got something to say.
You said enough.
Hey, listen to what she
has to say.
One, we don't know
when they're getting us out.
Two, we gotta make sure
nobody else gets infected.
Oh, smart.
And who's in charge?
I am.
You?
Oh, right.
NICCA: You?
You know nothing.
LOUISE: Well, I think we
should vote. I got this.
So shoot me or
shut the fuck up.
Our captain, who murdered
Mrs. Stevens in 7A, is dead.
Our co-pilot is creeping
around the cabin like
some sort of animal.
That means all of you are
my passengers until this
flight is over.
Is that clear?
Yeah.
I think it's pretty clear.
Whatever this is,
it's spreading through bites.
We don't know that.
Biting could be a symptom,
not how it infects.
Could be spread airborne,
topical. We don't know.
We don't know shit.
If you ask me, it looks like
some kind of fucked-up rabies.
People rabies.
People rabies?
Rabies is spread
through bites, right?
Right?
SHILAH: Well, mucus, saliva.
JENNY:
There's a cure for rabies.
You get shots in the stomach.
That's before symptoms start.
Once it manifests, it's over.
There is no cure.
Fuck this.
SHILAH: I don't think
this is rabies.
Hm!
HENRY: Why not?
Rabies takes weeks
for the symptoms
to show in humans,
for the virus to travel to
the brain. This takes minutes.
JENNY:
Wait, Henry, you were watching
a newsfeed on the plane.
Didn't it say something
about a quarantine in L.A.?
Yeah. An apartment building.
This flight is out of L.A.
Two quarantines, one night.
Wonder how often that happens.
SUSAN: What about your friend?
Wouldn't you think
she's infected?
She's not infected.
She's fine.
She got bitten but hasn't
had any symptoms yet.
[SQUEALING]
Doc!
JENNY:
George, no!
Come here.
Don't touch his head!
Go get your medical kit.
Go get it now. Calm down.
ED:
Don't let him get away.
Don't let him touch you.
GEORGE: He bit him.
I see that.
ED: One, two, three.
JENNY: Calm down.
I know why people--
Go, go, go.
Did it bite you?
No.
Are you sure?
No, it's fine.
Check your forearms.
I am.
HENRY: All right.
This is wrong. Inhumane.
He's bitten, ma'am.
It's for our own safety.
All right. On three.
One, two, three.
You're in charge, right?
You have no choice.
I found something on the rat.
What is it?
SHILAH: Hold on, let me see.
HENRY: What is it?
ED: Look, there's a tag
on the hind leg.
That's a lab rat. Albino.
Shit.
It looks like the one
in the hold.
Like the other rat?
Yes, and the people.
So a laboratory rat is
causing all this?
How could a laboratory rat
get into the hold of
a commercial plane?
NIAL:
I don't know.
How should I know?
Ask him.
HVORST: Who?
George?
Did you bring lab rats
in that carrier?
No. Those were
my class' hamsters.
When you boarded,
I saw tails
inside your carrier.
NIAL: What the hell you
talking about? Okay?
I had hamsters
when I was little.
They have little stubby things
that you can barely see.
Not tails.
All right.
Well, those hamsters
were given to my class
by a parent who just
came back from Ecuador
where I now know
hamsters have tails.
You just made that shit up.
Hey, can I talk to you?
Yeah, of course.
Henry, tell me
you didn't bring rats
onto my plane.
Jenny, listen to me. George is
a little mixed up right now.
He's been through
a lot tonight. We all have
been through a lot.
Are you telling me the truth?
Think about it.
You can't bring lab rats
on an airplane
in your carry-on.
It's not possible.
I never would've made it
through security.
Of course.
I'm sorry.
That's okay.
I'm accusing you instead of--
Hey. Hey.
You know--
We're okay.
[RALPH ROARING]
[JENNY SCREAMS]
HENRY:
Shit. Shit.
ED:
Watch his mouth!
Come here.
Hold it around his neck!
Get away!
SHILAH: Hold on, Jenny,
I'm coming.
JENNY: Help!
ED: Grab that end!
SHILAH: Hold on, Jenny.
ED:
Put it over here.
SHILAH: Pull it. Pull! Pull!
We gotta choke him. Come on!
Come on.
Hold him, guys! Pull!
SHILAH:
Come on. Come on.
[GAGGING]
ED:
Pull!
He's dead.
He's dead.
[ALL PANTING]
[STATIC OVER RADIO]
MAN [OVER RADIO]:
#Ramirez.#
Hobbs, come in.
#CDC's on the way.#
Oh, shit. CDC's coming in.
JENNY: Let's go.
ED: Roger that.
We're all here.
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
JENNY: Hey, how you
holding up? He's lying.
You don't have any
proof of that, George.
You believe him
because you like him.
The ammo's
in here somewhere.
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
George. Is he all right?
SHILAH: We'll get you
out of here.
I don't know.
HENRY:
This is stupid, but have you
seen my briefcase?
[DOOR LOCK BUZZES]
ED:
Whoa, take it easy.
Don't point the guns at us.
SHILAH:
We just wanna get out of here.
Get them to the hospital.
MAN 1: Give us your
full cooperation,
we'll get you out
as fast as possible.
ED: Wait. Listen to me.
MAN 2: Put down the camera.
Put down the camera, sir.
Put it down. Put it down.
[RAT SQUEALING]
Why are you doing that?
MAN 1: Everything will
be explained.
Sir, your weapon,
hand it over.
Nial, give him your gun.
HENRY: Give him the--
JENNY: Hey. Hey.
ED: Okay. Okay.
LOUISE: Everybody stay calm.
ED: Easy.
All right, you, you and you,
over here.
Get these people out.
Both of them.
SHILAH: All right,
take it easy.
MAN 1:
Let's go!
You and you,
clear off the table.
The rest of you line up here.
MAN 2:
Let's move, folks.
JENNY: Okay, be careful.
ED: All right.
SUSAN:
What is that?
LOUISE:
Oh, God. What is that?
LOUISE:
What are you doing?
What is this?
MAN 1: Protocol.
For your safety.
You've been exposed.
We don't know which of you
may be infected.
So you've identified this.
Everything will be explained.
Hey, what is that?
What are you giving them?
Who's next?
I'm not putting shit into my
body unless I know what it is.
Am I right?
Am I right, Nial?
Everything will be explained.
Explain it to us now.
If you want to be released,
take the protocol.
I'll go.
MAN 1:
State your name
to the cameras.
Mrs. Louise Treadwell.
[CAT GROWLS]
[LOUISE SCREAMS]
ED:
The cat is infected!
MAN 1:
Keep them back.
WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Eliminate the cat.
Put on your thermal headsets.
Give us a heat signature.
[DOC ROARING]
[MAN 3 SCREAMING]
MAN 2:
Holy shit! Shit!
MAN 1:
Let's go. Let's go!
HVORST: Where are you going?
MAN 1: Open up,
we got injured.
Open the fucking doors!
Let us out!
MAN 2: Everybody move.
MAN 1: Let's go. Come on.
HVORST:
We gotta follow these
guys out.
[BOTH SPEAKING IN
FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
[GUNFIRE]@n@+
HENRY:
Shit.
Get away from the door.
Move away from the door.
ED:
Got a live one in here.
Come here!
Pull him in.
Come on. Come on, man.
Okay, close the door. Quick.
GSW, left eye.
Shit.
George, get my field kit.
ED:
They shot him in the leg.
Can you help him?
[ROARING AND BANGING]
I hear them.
ED: They're coming
from the plane.
Everybody move. We gotta go.
GEORGE: Get out of here!
Let's go, let's go.
We gotta go.
Move, lady. Come on. Move.
SHILAH: Let's go. Let's go.
Where are we going?!
ED: Go to the catering truck.
Everybody go to the
catering truck. This way.
Come on. Move.
Everybody in. Let's go.
Come on, come on.
Move, move, move.
Get in here, quick.
Come on, let's go.
ED:
Put them in there. Come on.
JENNY: Get in the truck.
ED: What are you doing?
Your face.
ED: Get in the truck, lady.
Get in the truck!
HENRY: Let's go!
GEORGE: What are you doing?
I love you.
Get in the truck. Come on.
No.
He's infected. He's infected.
Let him go. Let him go!
JENNY: He'll kill you.
SUSAN: I can't.
JENNY:
Come on.
[NIAL ROARING]
[SUSAN SCREAMS]
[ALL PANTING]
[ROARING IN DISTANCE]
Paula, I left her out there.
We gotta go get her.
If your friend is
up and about, you do not wanna
look for her.
You don't understand.
She took the protocol,
she's gonna be okay--
No, honey, there is
no protocol.
I still don't understand.
Maybe I've been in the
Army too long,
but we were each getting
a different set of injections,
medications.
What makes you think that?
Hello?
Each cartridge had its
own color, its own label.
That true?
I'm not authorized to
discuss it.
I'll authorize you.
What is going on here?
What does the CDC know?
It's not CDC.
It's CBDT.
Chemical Biological
Domestic Terrorism.
Terrorism?
SHILAH: What?
Homeland Security.
An apartment building in L.A.
is under quarantine.
One of our units went in
a couple of hours ago,
nobody ever came out.
They found a bio-terror
laboratory in an
attic apartment.
Some kind of doomsday cult.
ED: Hold on a second.
Wait, somebody made this?
MAN:
Made the virus.
And they were looking for
a cure, an antidote.
They ran a clinical trial in
that lab, on humans.
We found a test subject,
a survivor,
if you can call him that.
Whatever they were given...
was making it worse,
much worse.
Were there rats in that lab?
Rats are the carriers.
We thought we caught a break
stopping your flight.
Our orders were to try
everything to keep you alive
and contained.
You don't know what the fuck
this really is or
how to treat it.
If what I've seen in here
spreads out into the
general population
and we have no clue
how to deal with this--
So we're the fucking
lab rats now?
National security.
They're never gonna let us
out of here now, are they?
ED: Hey, hey, hey. Don't.
Put it down.
JENNY: Easy.
ED: Just put the gun down.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What do you think?
ED: No!
[GUNSHOT]
There's no way out of here.
We are going to die.
That's not true.
We're gonna find a way out--
Don't say that. Stop lying.
There's no way out of here.
JENNY: Don't give up.
There's a way out.
We will find a way.
GEORGE: No, there's not.
JENNY: There's always a way.
GEORGE:
We're gonna stay in here all
night until the people get us.
[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
Shut up. Shut up.
The rain.
What?
The rain. This terminal,
it floods when it rains bad.
They said there's a
service tunnel somewhere that
never got sealed up.
A tunnel?
Are you kidding me?
Where Terminal F was gonna go.
Never got built.
Airport Authority ran
out of cash. Where is it?
I don't know,
but I know how to find it.
[ALL SCREAMING]
GEORGE: Oh, my God!
Shoot it! Shoot it!
SHILAH: Get the gun!
Shoot that motherfucker!
Shoot it!
[GUN CLICKING]
Shoot him! Shoot him!
Shoot the motherfucker!
There are no bullets!
SHILAH:
Shoot him! Shoot him!
George! Press the
green button!
Okay, okay, okay.
[GROWLING]
NICCA:
Oh, my God!
[GROWLING]
[BONES CRUNCHING]
[ALL PANTING]
Follow me.
[CLATTERING]
ED:
Shh. Hey, quiet.
Come on, let's go.
We gotta get to the office.
Find that tunnel to
Terminal F.
JENNY:
Hey, hey.
Hold on. Hold on.
Where's Henry? Where's Henry?
ED:
We gotta keep moving.
Come on.
[ROARING]
[NICCA SCREAMING]
JENNY: They got her.
SHILAH: They got her.
Let's go!
ED: Move. Move.
JENNY: Go, go,
George, go! Run!
ED:
Move, they're here. Let's go.
Come on. Don't stop.
Let's go, let's go. Come on.
[GROWLING]
[GUNSHOTS]
GEORGE: What was that?
ED: Henry.
GEORGE: What was that, Jenny?
ED: Move, move, move.
Let's go.
Come on.
Keep moving. Keep moving.
Keep moving.
GEORGE: Jenny.
ED:
Jenny, get up.
[GROWLING]
SHILAH:
Jenny.
GEORGE: She's infected.
ED: Oh, shit.
Paula.
[SNARLING]
Paula, stay back.
GEORGE:
Go!
Give me the wrench.
[ROARING]
SHILAH:
Jenny! Jenny!
[SCREAMING]
ED:
Come on.
Come on. Let's go.
Come on, I got you.
Let's go, kid. Here we go.
All right.
Go.
Right there.
ED:
Come on.
Go, go. Get in. Get in.
Okay. Find anything that
says Terminal F, okay?
Check all the blueprints. Go.
JENNY: Where? Where do we
look? In the corner.
Check the corner.
It should say right here.
Check the corners.
SHILAH:
F, F, F.
George,
what are you doing?
You stole this from Henry?
GEORGE: Look at these.
What are you doing?
SHILAH: Found it.
Terminal F schematic design.
ED:
Bring it over.
All right. Okay.
Okay, okay.
Where are we?
Terminal F. Good.
SHILAH: Yeah, that's it.
Okay, okay, this is it.
We're right here.
Looks like the tunnel's
entrance is in a shaft.
Right behind the
crew-break area.
How do we get to it?
Okay, we go through the
work bay to tarmac level.
We gotta get through
that wall, into that
wall space.
Once we're here,
all we gotta do is
walk the service tunnel
and we'll make it to
Terminal F. We'll be fine.
[SCREECHES]
[SHILAH SCREAMS]
ED:
Go!
[SCREECHING AND GROWLING]
[GUNSHOTS]
They got you.
That's a bite.
Yeah.
But you'll be okay, right?
Because you have this?
I found it hidden
in his briefcase.
Bring it to me.
SHILAH:
That's the antidote, right?
That you were testing in L.A.
in that apartment building?
Come on, hand it over.
Who the hell are you?
I told you before
on the plane, I'm one of the
good guys
willing to do something,
take responsibility
for the future.
By starting a fucking plague.
Nobody else is doing anything.
Are you?
How many people
were you planning to kill?
As many as it takes.
So you decide who lives?
No, we do.
Because the alternative
is that no one lives.
Our population keeps
growing and consuming
while our planet is dying.
Don't make me shoot her,
George.
Bring it here.
No!
Ed! Ed!
Against the wall!
Against the wall!
SHILAH: Okay. All right.
Against the wall!
Against the wall! All right.
GEORGE:
How'd you get that
through security?
The same way
I got the rats through.
Same way I found out my lab
in Los Angeles
was compromised.
I had to take my toys
and leave town.
Friends of the cause.
Same ones who arranged
for my arrival in Kansas City
and the ones who will help me
once I get out of here.
Antibodies need the virus
to kick in.
Fight the infection,
keep it from
damaging the brain.
What is that?
You're a smart kid.
Maybe smart enough to be
one of us someday.
Go to hell.
Don't buy in to all that
big government bullshit.
They label people like us
"extremists,"
"doomsday cults,"
"terrorists,"
because that's easier
than telling you the truth.
What is the truth, Henry, huh?
Earth could use
a good plague.
Move and I'll kill you.
[JENNY & SHILAH GASP]
[HENRY GRUNTING]
Oh, amazing.
I can't feel a thing.
Sure it works?
Ran the trials myself in L.A.
I heard that didn't go
so well. Shut up!
Time to go, George.
Don't touch him.
SHILAH:
Hey, let him go.
This is his only chance.
Come on. Move it!
GEORGE:
Jenny.
Come on, Jenny. Come on.
Okay.
Come on. We have to go
after them. Come on, let's go.
Come on, Jenny, go.
Go. I'm gonna catch up.
Take this.
I'll go first. I'll get him.
Hurry.
Okay.
All right?
GEORGE:
No. Let me go.
George?
Oh, shit. Shit!
[ROARING]
Oh, God. Oh, God.
[JENNY SCREAMS]
Shit.
[PRESTON GROWLING]
Come on! Come on!
Die, you fucking shit!
[PANTING]
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
[SNIFFING]
[BONES CRACKING]
[SNIFFING]
It's me.
Shilah? Shilah?
What is that?
Thermal vision.
CDC left it behind. You see
them before they see you.
George and Henry,
they went in there,
into the wall.
Why didn't you follow them?
Here.
Just not my day to fly.
You get George,
you kill that rat,
and you get out.
Shilah. Shilah.
I'm gonna try to
buy you some time.
Shilah.
Hey, Flight 318!
I'm over here, motherfuckers!
[ROARING]
[SHILAH SCREAMING]
[JENNY SCREAMING]
[SQUEAKING IN DISTANCE]
Oh, shit.
[SQUEAKING]
Shoot.
Mice. Mice. Just mice.
[GEORGE WHIMPERING]
George?
Jenny? Hold on, George.
I'm coming down.
GEORGE:
No. Henry-- It didn't work.
Don't come down here.
JENNY:
There's a flashlight and a gun
by your feet.
GEORGE:
I can't see them.
I'm coming down.
Stay up there.
Stay there, George.
No. Go back, please. No.
Jenny, please don't.
Please go back up.
Please, please.
Stay up there, please.
Please, go back, Jenny.
Don't come down here, please.
Please.
[GROWLING]
[JENNY SCREAMING]
[ROARING]
[SCREAMING]
Run, George! Run! Run!
Run!
[ROARING]
[SCREAMING]
Hey, you.
[GUN CLICKING]
[WHIMPERING]
JENNY:
Did you get him?
GEORGE:
Jenny.
Look.
Where is he?
Look.
[GROANING]
Henry.
[YELLS]
Come on.
Are you okay?
Are you okay?
Did he get you?
No. Did he bite you?
[JET ENGINE ROARING]
What happened?
When we climbed out,
he tried to bite me.
[EXPLOSION]
The terminal.
They're burning it down.
Come on. Hold it there.
It's the tunnel to Terminal F.
It's welded shut.
There's no way out, Jenny.
Stay there.
Come on.
It's locked.
We're not gonna get out.
It's rusted. I'll get it open.
I just wanna go home.
Step back. Step back.
[GRUNTS]
Come on. We gotta go.
I'm not going in there.
Listen to me. Listen to me.
We have no choice.
I gotta get you
in there, okay?
JENNY: Trust me.
I can't go in there.
Come on, we gotta go.
No way.
Listen, George. We don't have
any other choice, all right?
Look, look.
Be my eyes, okay?
You tell me what you see.
Ready? Go.
GEORGE:
I don't see anything.
JENNY:
It's just a baggage tunnel.
I'm right behind you.
Promise?
I promise. Go.
Go.
JENNY:
Keep going.
George, don't slow down.
Keep going.
Keep going, George.
Don't stop.
Go, go.
[EXPLOSION]
Go, George, go. Hurry.
[EXPLOSION]
[PANTING]
[GASPING]
Why'd you stop?
Keep going.
[JENNY PANTING]
Don't stop.
Jenny.
I'm infected, George.
Keep going.
No, you're not.
It's happening so fa--
I'm sorry.
I can feel it.
I don't have much time.
You'll be okay.
Go, please.
You're fine.
Leave me.
I'm not going without you.
Leave me!
[GROWLING]
You won't hurt me.
I'm not going without you.
Okay?
Okay.
[JENNY PANTING]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
Jenny, I think I see--
Jenny, we made it.
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
Jenny.
Jenny?
Get out here!
I'm not leaving without you.
[ROARING]
[GEORGE SCREAMING]
[ROARING]
[ROARING]
[JENNY GROWLING]
[GROWLING]