This Is a Hijack (1973) - full transcript
A gambler with serious debts hijacks a small private plane, planning to collect a $1,000,000 ransom. Unfortunately, he's not in the best of company with his mates, and the F.B.I. is waiting for them on the ground ...
(gun blasting)
(dramatic music)
(mysterious music)
- Not a one night stand
I'm interrupting, I hope.
'Cause that's the last
thing I wanted to do.
- What's this all about?
- Is she a good cook?
- I'm serious, what's
this all about?
- Come on in the living room.
Leave the lady be
so we can talk.
Here.
- This would be a good
time to go back to bed.
(body thudding)
- Well, there's no use
postponing the inevitable.
You know what I get paid for.
(fist thudding)
(man grunting)
Mr. Ritchie can't sleep nights.
(fist thudding)
- Hey.
(fist thudding)
(man grunting)
(fist thudding)
(man grunting)
- Listen, friend, Mr. Ritchie's
been kept awake nights
thinking about you, so
he wants me to tell you
(fist thudding)
that you'd better get
in touch, in touch.
(fist thudding)
(man grunting)
- I've got $80,000
of your markets here
that we were due in
nearly a month ago.
- I know.
I just need a little bit
more time, that's all.
- More time?
Alright, I'll give
you more time.
How 'bout an hour?
- I can't raise that
kinda money in an hour.
- I don't want to
have trouble with you
this early in the morning.
You can't get my money, I'll
have Dominic take you out.
- If your goons so much as lay
another finger on me again,
oh they'll kill me.
- What?
- I'll make them kill me.
- [Ritchie] I'm trying
to be reasonable,
and now you're threatening me?
Dominic!
- Now wait a second,
wait a second now,
I got something
more to say here!
- Sit down, don't you ever
talk like that to me again.
I don't care whether
you live or die,
but don't die stupid.
There are always
ways to get money.
Think!
- I have a headache.
- Good, get the juices going.
Come up with some reasonable
way to get my money,
we'll talk friendly.
What about putting in
touch with your boss?
Simon Scott's not penny empty.
- Simon Scott wouldn't give
a dime to save his mother.
- Well there are other things.
- What other things?
- Robbery, kidnapping.
Goddammit, put a gun in your
hand and hold up a bank.
I don't care, don't
embarrass me by making me
have to sneak a bloody
body out of this office.
- Alright, maybe I'll be
able to raise your money.
- Maybe, I don't need no maybes.
I'll make you like Hutton,
I'll give you hooks for hands.
- Alright, I'll get
your goddamned money.
- Now you're smart.
- Yeah, I'm a genius.
But you gotta take
a chance, too.
I need a loan, say 25 Gs.
- You're a deadbeat already.
I'm gonna loan ya more money?
- I can get hold of
a million dollars.
A million dollars in cash.
But I need some things.
- Money's what you need,
you ain't gonna get.
- And there's nothing
else I can do.
Take a chance on half a million.
- I don't think so.
Dammit, Hutton, where
are my sesame seeds?
- 25 Gs can't hurt that much.
- Alright, I may be
crazy, but alright.
One week, no more, one week
or you're worse than dead.
I'll personally gouge
your big blue eyes out
and stuff 'em down your throat.
Dominic, you're on
him, sleep with him.
- Do I have to?
(airplane engine revving)
(dramatic music)
(radio chatter
drowned out by noise)
- Okay, out of the
system and onto the road.
- Douse those nav lights, Bobby.
- Hey you know what the
boss got in mind for us?
- That'll be about a 12
hour layover, at least.
I'm pushed.
- Oh ho, you ain't
the only one, chief.
- Out of my way,
chitchat with Mike later.
- I don't think it's
inevitable like you said.
Champ, Champ, you're
gonna see to the luggage?
- Okay it's on the way.
- So where's my panda,
who's got my panda?
- I'll get the panda.
- [Simon] Oh, good.
- Can I talk you out
of it, Mr. Scott?
- Mr. Scott, Mr. Scott,
what is this crap?
He has been working
for me seven years,
and the first time he
doesn't like what I want,
he calls me Mr. Scott.
- Alright, Simon, but
I don't understand why.
- Oh, why, why, why, will
you stop being a schmuck?
- Mr. Scott, why
don't you put an arm
around Mr. Phillips?
Ah, fantastic.
- I'm gonna close the deal for
the Hawaiian hotel this week.
I want a million in cash
for me when I'm ready.
I don't want to wait around
for some goddamn bank
to get ready to give me my
own bread back, screw 'em.
- What was that?
- I said screw 'em.
You go back to Dallas, you
get my money, and you hold it.
See, I know Gerson, believe me.
Give that bastard
one minute to think
and he changes his mind.
I lay it on him right
then and there, it's done.
No backing out.
(birds chirping)
(horn beeping)
- You left at some
ungodly hour this morning.
Look, I don't usually
mess in your business,
but what was last
night all about?
- Is he still sleeping?
- No, he's not.
Last night was something
out of a Bogart movie.
- Not now.
- Mike, your business
is your business,
but when it starts
dumping on our love life.
- Not now.
- Mike, I'm for you.
What am I with you for
if I can't help you?
- Not now.
- Is it so bad
you can't tell me?
- I owe some people
some money, that's all.
- Money, why didn't you
tell me it was money?
I can let you have some money.
(woman giggling)
- I don't need
money, I need money.
- [Simon] My drink?
- Oh his stomach is
tightening up on him again.
- My stomach's
tightening on me again.
Get me that thing
with the club soda.
Make sure it's got fizz.
- What's he up so early for?
- Where's my drink?
- Honey, I don't mind
Mike, but Diane's here.
- Oh, Diane, well
listen, she's cool.
She's known me since
my circumcision.
Isn't that right, babe?
- All about you.
- A drink, Belinda?
- [Belinda] No.
- [Diane] You think you
have something to show off.
- Anything planned
this week, Simon?
- Same as last week, girls
are a week older, that's all.
- Not flying anywhere?
- Girls and I are
flying to Dallas.
I close the deal for Gerson's
hotel early Tuesday morning.
- Well you taking guests?
- Just my boy Champ.
- Simon, I'd like to get
out of L.A. for a while.
You mind if I go along?
- Give me my blue
cardigan, babe.
- I don't need ya.
- [Mike] I'd just like to
get out of town for a while.
- Don't need ya, you
bored, Mike, go to the zoo.
- Well if it's a big
deal, there may be
some trouble spots or
something on the way back.
- I'm just packing
underwear, coming right back.
Tell you what, you stay here
and put the house
in order, 'kay?
- [Man] What do you care
about money now anyway?
You got yourself a gold mine.
- [Man] He'll pay,
says I'm the one
that's supposed to pay.
- [Man] Look, you cuckhold
me and it's Dutch.
Forget it, you're paying, buddy.
- There ain't a
French chef alive
that could make anything better
than a cheeseburger
with the works.
- [Man] You calling me Sweeters?
Why don't you call me
Mr. Sweeters, then--
- What is this headache here?
- Oh boss, don't
pay 'em no mind.
- Well?
- Oh, Jesus.
(lounge music)
Diane?
- [Diane] Yeah?
- You alone?
- [Diane] I think.
- Look, Goose, I'm
sorry about last night.
Sorry, I can leave.
- [Diane] No that's
alright, don't go.
You know I'm not uptight
about my bathroom privacy.
I'm just doing my business,
nothing to be ashamed of.
- Just realized this
is the first time
we've been alone all day.
I'm thinking of quitting
Simon and moving out of town.
- [Diane] Can't you face
whoever or whatever it is?
(toilet flushing)
- I stepped on the wrong toes.
- [Diane] Well
Sugar calls me Candy
'cause I make his
peanut brittle.
- What?
- [Diane] Nothing, just
reading graffiti on the wall.
Sorry.
(toilet flushing)
♪ Someone's in the
kitchen with Dinah ♪
♪ Someone's in the
kitchen I know ♪
- [Woman] A man?
- There'll be some money
coming to me in Texas.
- Is this for sure?
- I'm committed.
(upbeat lounge music)
- This is the women's room,
what are you doing in here?
- Oh I forgot, I
used to be a woman.
I just had a sex change
and I sometimes forget.
Have a nice time, lady.
- Is he good?
- Hey look, what we do in bed
is none of your
goddamned business.
- What are they arguing?
No place is nice, every
place is a circus.
- Why not, you made
it on the first date.
- Maxi, they're always
repairing, expanding.
Great service, lousy food.
- You're not making any sense.
Where you going, the
party's not over.
- Great service, lousy food.
Great everything,
they turned the place
into an auto mat.
- Does this make sense?
(gun blasting)
(people screaming)
- Take a nap around
now, why did today
have to be different?
- [Diane] Simon,
are you alright?
- Not my day, not my day at all.
- You could buy
another cafe, though.
- It's insane, you can't find
a good restaurant anymore.
No wonder drive-ins
are so popular.
People are afraid to
get out of their cars,
out of their houses.
Ah, Christ, let's go, come on.
Mike, get the check, will ya?
And listen, Tuesday,
be on that plane.
Who knows what'll
happen in Dallas.
(swanky jazz music)
(Dominic whistling)
- Shut up, don't you
know it's bad luck
to whistle indoors?
I told you, I don't need you.
I can find my own help.
- You need me.
- I don't need you.
You're not my idea of
a friendly partner.
- [Dominic] I am so friendly.
- I don't know if
you understand, I'm
running this gig.
- Sure, you're the boss.
I'm just the eyes and
ears for Mr. Ritchie.
But I'm your friend. (chuckles)
- Alright, then you
can buy the drinks.
- [Woman] Scotch water,
scotch soda, please.
- There you go.
That be another one, Mike?
- You interested in flying?
- Flying, I love it, you
know I lost my license, Mike.
- I know, this isn't
honest, but it pays.
- Dope?
- No dope, you don't
even have to fly.
Just make sure somebody
else flies right.
- Well, I've been going around
nowhere for a long time,
and this is something new on me.
- $20,000, I guarantee it.
- Could I get killed?
- There's another 20
thou in it for you
if you don't get killed.
- Alright, just let me get
my house in order, huh?
- [Mike] Starts tomorrow.
- Ooh, okay.
- Oh one other thing I need.
An air controller in
L.A., one we can buy.
- Are you kidding?
They're all knights
in shining armor.
They're well paid, well
trained, and highly screened.
I don't even think they smoke.
- All I need is one knight
with a tiny dent in his armor.
Just one.
- You know fellas, I think
we're gonna be alright.
There is one guy,
what's his name?
Goes around with a
hootch-a-ma-what.
- What is it now, Hollis?
- Hello.
- Tonight about midnight
you're gonna divert a 737
to the holding runway on the
far east end of the field.
- What is this,
Hollis, another one
of your practical jokes?
- Neal, they're not joking.
- I can't, that tower, it
doesn't have visual contact
with that runway.
- You'll do what I say.
- I can't.
- My hair, do it already, do it!
- Honey, look, there
are special procedures
for diverting aircraft.
- And if you don't
do it, I'm gonna
take these pinking shears here
and turn your boyfriend
here into a real woman.
He'll need falsies
in his jockey shorts.
- Neal, they'll castrate
me, do what they want!
- Hold on, Hollis, please,
please hold on here.
Look, maybe they
don't really mean it.
- You'd like to see
me dead, wouldn't you?
You never loved me
anyway, you, you pervert!
- Alright, alright, alright
look, I'll do whatever,
I'll do whatever, I'll do
whatever they say, Hollis!
Hollis, whatever they say.
Do you, do you still love me?
(plane engine revving)
(radio chatter drowned
out my engine noise)
- [Announcer] Roger that.
- Coffee, tea, or?
- Hoo hoo, not right now, honey.
Do I got time for
a bath and a nap?
- Not right now, honey.
Simon's coming right now.
- Mm.
- Why don't you get
her up in the air
and put her in autopilot?
You come back with me
and I give you a bath.
- Ooh.
- And I'll dry.
- I'll dry myself.
- Oh, terrific,
flying's a great idea.
- It's an advantage to having
$40 million and your own jet.
You don't have to spend
half your goddamn life
hanging around airports.
- I can't tell you
how pleased I am
to have been invited.
You gonna be eating pretty soon.
I've got it worked out
for you, right here.
- Hey, anybody home?
- Hi, you can sit
anywhere you want.
The rest are getting on.
- Oh no, that's okay,
I'll keep those.
What are you doing?
- [Announcer] Final call
for United Airlines.
- Maybe we should get
insurance, Harley.
- I want my luggage
last in, first out.
- Okay.
- The newlyweds here?
- The reporters are on board.
- Okay.
- Who are all these folks?
- Money mongers, who else?
- Two magazine salesmen, he's
giving them the honeymoon.
Who else?
- Well there's a
Wall Street banker
hustling for some kinda deal.
And then there's an
undersecretary of state,
he wants Simon to push him
for governor, mayor, president,
I don't know, something.
- Secretary of
state and a banker?
Okay.
- Hey Mike, he wants
to leave right away.
- [Announcer] Final call,
we have a nice airliner,
flight 98.
(drills whirring)
- Hey.
- Hi, Duke.
- I don't want to
sit over the wing.
- This thing goes over
here and snaps on.
- You're the stewardess?
- I'm anything you
could possibly want.
- I'm fine.
- I'll get it
before we take off.
- Mr. Scott, you know it's
on the tip of my tongue.
I know him, but
I can't remember.
That colored fella back
there, what's his name?
- Aw, that's my good luck piece.
That's Aaron Doty, was one
of the great heavyweight
fighters of the world.
- Oh yeah, now I remember.
- Yeah, when I was coming
up, he was coming up.
I won money on the boy.
Now he makes money on me.
Hey, Champ!
57 fights in a row, right?
- Right.
- Hiya.
- How you doin'?
- Look at him now.
- Look, Mr. Ritchie,
will you speak English?
There are people on
board I didn't expect.
An undersecretary of state.
No I'm not backing out,
Scott makes a lot of deals.
There'll be another ti--
Yes, sir, I know we
made a deal, but it's.
Will ya, sir, it's not
too late if we wait.
- What am I waiting on?
- Michael, he went to
check on something.
- The hell is this?
- [Pilot] Yes sir?
- Let's go.
- Wait a minute, wait!
- Los Angeles ground
control, this is Boeing 463.
Request taxi clearance
IFR to Dallas.
- Hey, wait a minute!
- Los Angeles ground
control, Boeing 463,
request taxi clearance
IFR to Dallas.
Los Angeles ground control,
this is Boeing 463,
request taxi clearance
IFR to Dallas.
Los Angeles ground control,
this is Boeing 463,
how do you read me?
- Boeing 463, this is
Los Angeles ground.
Your transmission is garbled.
Runway 24 unavailable,
use runway 06 in hold.
Check your radio.
- Geez, the shipment
is off to Siberia.
Shouldn't have any
problems with the radio.
- Ah, Mr. Scott, I'm
sorry about the delay,
but we'll be getting
clearance soon.
- 40 million bucks and I
can't get off the ground.
- Simon, I have to
get back to Washington
as soon as we land.
Can we iron out a
quick agreement?
Then we won't have to
discuss business tonight.
- Why sure, sit down.
Later on you might be getting
laid or getting drunk,
or maybe even both.
- Laura would never agree.
All your money would be down
the tubes if she left me.
Divorce is political suicide.
- Well it's your
choice, Senator.
Or it governor I'm
supporting you for?
You know that's why I
can't stand politics.
Too goddamned Victorian.
- Let me tell you something.
Congress is a
fetisher's paradise.
Vaseline is one of the
biggest appropriations
on the Senate's expense account.
- Dildos second,
prophylactics third?
- What's prophylactics?
- What's he doing, you think
there's something wrong?
- I don't know, I'll find out.
- Wait a minute.
- Hey, we're having
radio problems.
He might be able to help us out.
- Nevermind.
(plane engine revving down)
(swanky music)
(spring boinging)
- Now what what she
can do with her body.
You'll love it,
it's really camp.
- Oh this one, I showed the
state department last week.
One of Dick's favorites.
- It is?
- Shh.
- Who's Dick?
- Hey what's going on here?
- What's going on?
- Sit down, Gil.
- Right.
- Are you crazy?
- Do you understand this?
- Yes, I understand.
- Alright, let's go.
- Have you flown this bird?
- Yeah I can handle it.
- Alright give me
rotate, 117 knots.
- Alright.
(plane engine roaring)
- How's he doing?
- He's buried himself.
- Okay.
(speech drowned out by
plane engine roaring)
- Get your ass out of the way.
- Down here, Mike.
- Goddammit Christie, I told you
to get your ass out of the way.
- Let go of me!
Champ!
- Alright, hold it.
- I don't like any of this.
I want it stopped
right now, Michael.
- Shut up.
- Come here, sit down.
Where's the other couple?
- They're in the bedroom.
- Mister, don't you
know that hijacking
is a federal
offense, punishable--
- I thought I told
you to shut up.
- Harley, be quiet.
- If this is a disagreement
between you and Mr. Scott,
there's no reason for the
rest of us to get involved.
- Dominic, I said I
didn't want anybody hurt.
- Oh I'm sorry, I just
get a little upset
when things don't go my way.
- Everybody stay
seated and quiet.
Bo will see to it.
- Here's your favorite toy, Bo.
You see Bo here, huh?
Well he's uh, you
know what I mean?
- Chill, Dominic.
- So don't nobody be a
hero, don't rile him, hm?
- Back here, Dominic.
(fists pounding on door)
- There's somebody in here.
- Get out.
- What?
- Please move out
into the cabin.
We have business in here.
- [Man] Well would
you mind stepping out
'til we get dressed?
- We've hijacked
the goddamn plane.
Now's no time to be shy,
outta here, c'mon up, up!
Holy Moses, get out of here,
out, out, out, out, out.
- Sit down, sit down,
sit down, sit down!
- Harley, give him your jacket.
- Here.
- Never thought you
were this dumb, Mike.
You call this thing
off right now,
I'm willing to forget about it.
- Bullshit.
- We'll call it a joke.
I can use it as a nice
little anecdote, just a joke.
- Look all I want is the money.
Now you pick up the phone and
you call Phillips in Dallas.
- First thing you tell him if
he call the police or the FBI
you're as good as dead.
- Nobody gets away
with hijacking anymore.
- Where's your head, buddy?
You better hope we pull
it off or you're dead.
You got that so far?
- Then you tell him to get
together that $1 million in cash
you were gonna use
for the Gerson deal.
You tell him to bring it
to a private airfield,
just north of Fort Worth.
He'll get there before
us, you tell him to wait.
- You understand all that?
- It's two o'clock in
the morning in Dallas.
I can't wake him up,
he'll be sleeping.
- Oh you're a darling.
You'll wake the man up.
Now tell me what
you're going to say.
- Do not call police or
the FBI or you'll kill me.
- You don't sound convincing.
You don't sound like
you mean it at all.
- We don't need that.
- Little kick, it
won't hurt him.
- Call him.
(phone ringing)
- Hello, yeah, can you hold?
- Who is it, Ben?
- It's Simon.
- Oh, this kinda aggravation
isn't worth 100,000 a year.
- Put me on hold, if I get
my hands on that bastard.
Hello, Phillips, look
don't put me on hold again.
This is important,
it's a hijack.
- Yes, I understand.
- What is it, what is it?
- No, no one, only Pat,
she's the only one here.
Simon, I know they're there,
so just answer yes or no.
Should I disregard
everything you just said
and call the FBI?
Alright, alright,
yes, I'll be there.
You can count on me,
no, I won't tell anyone.
- Ben, what's that all about?
- [Ben] Dumb ball has
got himself kidnapped.
- You're not gonna
get yourself involved?
- [Ben] They'll
kill him, he says.
I have to deliver the ransom.
- So you're gonna get killed?
Listen, it's not
your problem, Ben.
Pick up that phone and call
the police, it's their problem.
- He was nearly hysterical.
If I call the police,
he'll really be mad at me.
- Well then, then call him back
and tell him to get
another messenger boy.
Listen, you can work
for a lot of people.
You're paid to
manage his business.
You're not paid to
be his messenger boy.
- I can't call him back.
And I'm too old to change jobs.
Anyhow, I'm next in line
to run the whole show.
I mean, Simon decides to
retire or sell out, or dies.
I'd be the head of the whole--
- What?
- What?
Operator, give me the FBI.
(plane engine roaring)
- Uh uh, don't do that, Smitty.
- What, is he being dumb?
- He's a fox, tried to switch
on the mayday frequency
up there and leave it open.
- You know what you're doing?
- I got more hours in flint jets
than most guys
log in a lifetime.
Yeah, I know what I'm doing.
- Not if you're dumb enough
to hijack a plane, you don't.
(tense music)
- Bo, what's he doing up?
- I let him be, Dominic,
that's Aaron Doty.
You remember him, he's alright.
You remember the
times when we used
to go to his fights?
- (laughs) Still the champ, huh?
A lot of money passed hands
when you stepped
out of the ring.
What's your gig here?
- I'm Simon Scott's
good luck charm.
- He'll need all he can
get, I'll tell you that.
Go ahead, go ahead.
- Simon, Simon!
- No, I don't smoke.
- Did you do what
he wanted you to do?
Is everything gonna be alright?
- What'd I tell you?
- What's it with you, buddy?
- Nothing, nothing.
- You ain't here to socialize.
This is no party, you know.
Sit back in your seat.
- I'm quiet, I'm quiet.
- You're just that
far from dead now,
so don't press me, I
don't like you anyway.
(club music)
- Pierce, this is
a hell of a story.
We just need some pictures.
A weird guy with a machine gun,
our host, Mr. Wonderful,
and a paranoid politician.
I mean would you think of
the story we're sitting on?
- Would you think of the
ass you're sitting on?
It's very nice and I don't
want it shot full of holes.
Now think of that.
- Think of the Pulitzer Prize.
Sir, sir.
- What do you want?
- I have to go to
the ladies room.
- Let it wait.
- No really, it can't wait.
Airplanes do something
to my bladder.
- Your bladder?
Alright, go on.
- Okay, have a good time.
(toilet flushing)
- You know I'm
depending on you, Champ.
- [Champ] What for?
- Well I kinda figure
you're the only guy
around here that's
got any balls.
I'm depending on you not to
give me any trouble at all.
- I'm a flunky, man,
sort of good luck charm.
I'm not a martyr.
(Dominic grunts)
- Nothing to be
nervous about, honey.
I been wanting to come over here
ever since I first saw you.
You're awfully pretty, you know.
You work for that guy?
- Not really.
- You his girl?
- I hope so, yes.
- You smell awfully good.
What kind is that?
- I'm--
- Come on!
- I'm sorry.
- Don't be snotty.
You understand?
- I apologize.
- Everybody here will be
okay, they'll be okay.
Everybody'll be okay if
they keep their heads,
you understand?
- Yes.
- Huh?
You don't have to put
your ass on the line
by being wise and snotty.
- I apologize.
- Do you understand what I
said, huh, you understand?
Okay, alright, alright, you, uh,
you bedded by with
that guy. (laughs)
Tell me about it,
tell me about it.
I like to talk about that
sort of thing. (chuckles)
- Let me see that.
- It's nothing, good god,
the flint's just bad.
(gun blasting)
- What's going on here?
- Mike, do something,
the man's a maniac.
- [Mike] Dominic, what
the hell's going on?
- [Woman] He's got my
lighter and I want it back!
- Give back the lighter, Bo.
- The girl's a wise ass,
she's taking pictures
of the whole plane.
You owe Bo an
apology, apologize.
- I apologize, Bo, now sit down.
- Go ahead, sit down.
- Ladies and gentleman,
there's nothing to
be alarmed about.
There's plenty to
be scared about,
but at the moment nothing
to be alarmed about.
Now the 737 that you're
riding is a solid craft,
designed to withstand
unusual stresses.
And we should, with
favorable wind conditions,
arrive at our destination
in approximately 85 minutes.
What we're gonna do when we
arrive at our destination,
only Dominic knows. (laughs)
- [Dominic] Quack,
quack, quack. (laughs)
(man imitating duck quacking)
Quack, quack quack,
that's perfect!
You got the big mouth for it.
Keep it up, keep it up. (laughs)
- [Bo] Dominic, what
about that broad?
- She's a cow.
- Naw, she's an ass.
Dominic, he's the ass.
- Yeah, you're
right, he's the man.
Be an ass for us, Mr. Scott.
C'mon you heard me.
- Dominic you've had your fun.
- Mind your business,
I'm not bothering you.
I'm not bothering
your girlfriend.
Be an ass for us, Mr. Scott.
Belinda here wants
to see you be an ass.
Here, maybe this'll get
your adrenaline going.
♪ Old MacDonald had
a farm, E-I-E-I-O ♪
♪ And on his farm,
he had a ass ♪
- Let's hear the animal
in you, Scott. (laughs)
- On his farm, he had an ass.
- Do the call for them, Simon!
- Hee haw, hee haw.
- Are you trying to be funny?
Come on, put some heart
in it, do it right.
Or do you think you're too
big to play our little game?
Maybe I ought to deflate
you a little, huh?
- (imitates donkey braying)
I'll do it for you.
- I don't want you, shut up.
- Can't you put a stop to this?
- I don't like backtalk.
My gun's meant to
be listened to,
and if it ain't listened
to, it's meant to be used.
- Don't be such an ass, Simon.
Do what he says, bray.
- Hee haw, hee haw, hee haw,
hee haw, hee haw, hee haw.
(people imitating
animals calling)
(Dominic laughing)
- [Pilot] Oh this,
that's an LTN 51
initial navigation system.
- That's new, huh?
- That's not new.
You haven't flown in
some time, have you?
- Not for some time, but
you never forget the how-to.
Never, I'll take her.
- You want me to take
it off autopilot?
- Uh-huh.
- [Pilot] Okay, you got it.
- And left a bit, now an
easy bank to the right.
(people screaming)
- Alright, shut up,
shut up, you hear me?
- Take it easy, you're
over-controlling, I've got it.
- I've got it, I've got
it, take your hands off.
- Quit joking around.
- What's going on?
- Gresham's flying the plane.
- Settle her down, Smitty.
- Okay.
- I thought you knew how to fly.
We're people back there,
not orange crates.
- It's like power steering,
you gotta get used to it.
- Well you try taking
a refresher course
without killing us all.
(plane engine roaring)
- [Agent] Come on, move
it, move it, move it.
(sirens blaring)
(agent chatter
drowned out by sirens)
- [Agent] Okay, you two
guys right upstairs,
right upstairs, two of you
get up on top of the tower.
Rest of you three go back there.
Stay low and wait
for my command, okay?
When I say fire, you let all
hell break loose, you hear?
(helicopter blades whirring)
- If nobody blows up,
we'll all be out of this
in an hour or so, Cami
give them all a drink,
settle them down.
- Why wouldn't
you say something?
You got booze and you
didn't say nothing.
- Mike, can Cami get me
one of my special drinks?
- Why, Mr. Christie?
- Mr. Christie, can Cami get
me one of my special drinks?
- Nobody around
here's your slave.
You want a drink,
get it yourself.
- Excuse me? (grunts)
(Dominic laughing)
- I'll get the drink.
- Well. (laughs)
(sirens blaring)
- Alright, this is
as far as we go.
And this is as far as this goes.
- What's in this?
- It's full of bibles.
What difference does it
make, it's not worth a dime.
Do you understand what I said?
- I understood what you
said before, Mr. Wyatt,
but do you really
need me for this?
- People's lives are at stake.
- I know, what about my life?
If I go up to that plane with
a suitcase full of bibles,
I could get killed.
- You won't get killed.
- You wouldn't care
anyway, would you?
- Gordon, Sheriff Gordon's
a bit of a pessimist
who thinks I'm a
bit of a sadist.
- Well.
- Just to be on the
safe side, Mr. Phillips,
you stay behind the car,
just toss the suitcase,
so they have to
come out and get it.
Now you see, we are interested
in your safety, alright?
- Your chances getting better
all the time, Mr. Phillips.
- Mr. Wyatt, there's
no one that says
I have to do this, is there?
- Don't let this redneck
scare you, nothing can happen.
(Sheriff Gordon clears throat)
- Alright, what do
you see over there?
- Nothing.
- There?
- Bushes.
- Down there?
- Lights.
- Oh my god, this
is Agent Wyatt.
On my command, fire.
(flares and fireworks
booming and whistling)
Mr. Phillips.
- That wasn't funny, Mr. Wyatt.
- They'll be aiming
at the wheels.
They knock the gear
out, she won't take off.
- (clears throat) I'm afraid.
- Damn you, Gordon,
this is your fault.
- I thought my
men did real well.
- Alright, come on, you
can wait in the shed.
- Thank you.
(plane engine roaring)
- We were on a straight
approach, gradual descent.
Got the standard 2,500-foot
altitude warning.
- You turned it off.
- Don't you?
Well we lowered the gear
and I got a green light,
all except the nose gear.
We got light failure
sometimes in those old crates.
But it turned out to
be switch problems.
Bent down to check
it to fiddle with it,
everybody bent down to
check it and fiddle with it.
- Nobody was flying
the plane, huh?
- Mm-mm, plowed into a swamp
200 yards off the runway.
Airline's quieted
it down alright,
but they took my license away
right after the investigation.
- How far, Smitty?
- Well if it's
there, we should see
runway lights in
about 20 minutes.
- What's going on back there?
- Dominic's conducting
a song fest.
They keep singing,
they'll be alright.
(Gresham chuckling)
♪ Someone's in the
kitchen with Dinah ♪
♪ Strumming on the old banjo
- Dinah was, hey, hey could
you make me some coffee?
Because I want to
be awake and sober
when we land, please.
♪ Dinah won't you blow,
Dinah won't you blow ♪
♪ Dinah won't you
blow your horn ♪
♪ Dinah won't you blow,
Dinah won't you blow ♪
♪ Dinah won't you
blow your horn ♪
♪ Someone's in the
kitchen with Dinah ♪
♪ Someone's in the
kitchen I know ♪
♪ Someone's in the
kitchen with Dinah ♪
♪ Fee fie fiddly I oh
♪ Fee fie fiddly I oh
♪ Fee fie fiddly I oh
♪ Strumming on the old banjo
- Oh Cami, can I just?
- Hey you know, you're
a very pretty girl.
I'm really a nice fella,
this is just business.
- Cream and sugar?
- No, just black.
Except for just some of the
fun and it got out of hand.
I mean, you think
you'd go for me?
I got bronchitis, excuse me.
I mean except for the fun,
you think you'd go for me,
what do you think?
- Different time, maybe.
Guess you're sort
of interesting.
Can I give him his coffee?
- You know I'm gonna
have a lot money
when this is all over, I mean,
maybe we could get
to know each other.
What do you think?
- Maybe.
- Well how do I get in touch?
- Cami Brooks, Hollywood 71234,
Hollywood 8934.
- Hollywood seven--
- Hollywood 859.
- Hollywood 859--
- Hollywood 6521.
- Hollywood 65, do
you have a pencil?
- Hello in there,
hello in there.
Hate to bother you,
but could somebody
please come forward
with some coffee?
- I'll bring it to
'em, that's alright,
I'll get that, I'll get
that number in a second.
I'll be right back,
don't go anywhere.
(plane engine roaring)
What's that number,
Hollywood what?
- Don't give it to him, no!
Not the pilot!
- What about the pilot?
- He'll fall asleep, I put
sleeping pills in the coffee.
- What the hell?
That guy doesn't like coffee.
- What'd you do that for,
I thought you liked me.
(Cami screaming)
- Dominic, Dominic!
- Mike, Mike, come on up front.
The runway lights are coming up.
- A million bucks, that's
what we're here for.
You ain't come all this
way to crawl on the floor
and beat on a woman, did you?
- Well, alright,
you're the boss.
As long as there's no hitch.
- Mike, Mike, after
you get the money
you are gonna let
me go, aren't you?
- All we want is the money.
- You, you in the bathroom!
I'm gonna screw you,
then I'm gonna beat ya.
And if I got any energy left,
I'm gonna screw you
to death! (laughs)
- You read me, Gordon?
- Yep.
- Alright, she's coming in.
- Yeah.
- You'll fire on my command?
- Yeah, I hear you.
- Son of a bitch.
(plane engine roaring)
- [Gresham] Three green.
- [Smitty] Flaps
down, first laps.
- Whoa, don't land.
I want to get a good
look at the field.
(plane engine roaring)
(man whistling)
- [Smitty] Gear down.
- [Gresham] Three green.
- [Smitty] First laps.
Landing flaps.
(plane engine whining)
(plane tires squealing)
- Wander by.
(plane engine roaring)
- Let's get out of here!
- Let go of the brake,
Smitty, let go of the brake!
- Goddammit, get us out of here!
(guns blasting)
(plane engine whining)
(tires squealing)
(sirens blaring)
(flares whistling)
- Get it up, Gil, get it up!
- She's slow, she's really slow!
We're gonna be alright.
(gun blasting)
(women screaming)
- Shut up, shut up.
Any more heroes, come on.
♪ Fee fie, fiddly I oh
♪ Fee fie, fiddly I oh
♪ Fee fie, fiddly I oh
♪ Strumming on the old banjo
♪ Fee fie, fiddly I oh
♪ Strumming on the old banjo
- Here, drink all you
want, it won't hurt so bad.
- Thanks.
- (sobbing) He's gonna die.
- No, he's not gonna die.
♪ Fee fie fiddly I oh
♪ Fee fie fiddly I oh
Tell me, big shot, why
shouldn't I kill you?
- I did everything you told
me to do, you heard me.
I told Phillips not
to call the police.
- Well you didn't
tell him good enough.
They don't care to see
you alive, why should I?
- Please, please,
I'll call again.
They'll listen this time.
- Why don't you
stop being a schmuck
and leave him alone?
- You're dumb for your age.
You got just one minute
longer than he does.
- Dominic calm down,
put that gun away.
- Everybody's got
something to say.
- [Diane] This
was a stupid idea,
why don't you give it up?
- It was Mike's stupid idea,
and he's gonna give it up.
From now on,
everything's done my way.
- I didn't plan on
anyone being killed.
Now why don't we just get
out of this whole thing
before anybody else gets hurt?
- Oh, I love it, we get
in a little trouble,
you mess your pants.
We were partners in
this thing, Mike,
but from now on you're
just another body
along for the ride, sit down.
Avery.
- Hey it's a very
sensitive machine.
One little squeeze you might be
all over the walls of
this cabin, now sit down.
- And I want everybody
else to sit down, too.
- Harley's shot,
he needs a doctor.
Can't we please land this
plane and go to a hospital?
- Everybody's a comedian,
lady we ain't got no Medicare.
And young lady, if
you don't sit down,
the only help you're
gonna get is from Avery.
He's an undertaker.
- Wyatt here, go ahead.
- [Man] Okay, we show
about flight level 310,
heading 270, two hours
of fuel on board.
- Okay, 10-4.
What do you want?
- Wyatt, my report
to Washington's
gonna make you look like
a real dumb bastard.
- That makes you real
happy, don't it, Gordon?
- I got two men laying
on stretchers out there.
One of 'em got five kids and
the other one got six kids.
One of em's
supporting two wives.
Now who's gon' take care of 'em?
Why don't you quit
playing politics?
Scott's got all
the money he needs.
He don't need anymore.
- With you, crime still
pays, don't it, Gordon?
- Better to have rich
crooks than dead victims.
- That plane's gotta
come down again,
and I want you and your
men back in position now.
- Why don't you let
me do it my way?
- It's daylight now, Gordon.
We can see better what
we're shooting at.
- You and the damn feds.
- Short trip,
heavy on the flack.
It's gonna be a bummer for me
to try to land this thing alone.
- Well you got help
now, sit right in there.
- You two have a
little disagreement?
- What do you think?
- Well you got about 40
minutes to do something,
short of a crash.
- Dominic, think.
- [Dominic] Shut up.
- Why don't we
set the plane down
and try and bargain our way out?
- I'm gonna get out of the
frying pan and into the fire?
What do we bargain for?
We end up in cars,
they'll ride us down
'til there's no more
highways to travel.
I want that million bucks,
and enough gas to
get where we planned.
- They're not gonna let us
land and take off again,
you know that.
- Get the ground on that
radio gizmo of yours.
- Somebody ought to hear us
on this mayday thing, right?
- Get the Pope, I don't care.
Somebody down there's
gonna know I mean business.
I'm not playing trick
or treat up here.
- Mayday, mayday, mayday,
this is Boeing 463, come in.
Mayday, this is Boeing
463, this is a hijack.
Mayday, mayday,
mayday, do you read me?
This is a hijack.
- [Air Traffic Controller]
This is Wichita Falls Tower,
we read you, please stand by.
- I read you.
- Now listen to
me, you bastards!
Am I on?
- Yeah.
- Listen here, you bastards,
I don't want to hear
anymore of your goddamn
legal mumbo jumbo.
You understand that?
- We read you 463.
- [Dominic] You understand that?
- We read you, 463.
- Alright down there.
I've got 10 hostages
aboard this plane.
One's dead already,
one's wounded.
I want all police away
from the airfield,
and a million dollars in cash,
and I want a fill on gas.
And if I don't get what I want,
I'm gonna start tossing
people out of this plane
one at a time until
they're all dead
or we run out of fuel and crash.
You understand that?
Now we get results.
- They're gonna know
you're bluffing.
- Who's bluffing?
- [Wyatt] I have no authority
to release that money
or allow you to further
jeopardize the airways.
- You'd better think,
buddy, time is short.
I'm gonna toss the first one
out to you in 10 minutes.
The rest go out fast after that.
- I cannot allow
you safe passage
or release you any monies.
- [Dominic] 10
minutes, that's all.
- He's not crazy, he won't
do it, million to one.
- Well it's your
lucky stars, Wyatt.
It ain't your life
he's dealing with.
You ain't making odds, you'll
run across him another time.
I'm gonna call
Washington and okay it.
- Plane'll land here in
30 minutes, you'll see.
- Who the hell you
think you are, God?
- I don't make deals
with skyjackers, Gordon.
That's department policy.
- Yeah, but you
helped write 'em.
(plane engine roaring)
- Now I expect both of
you to do what I say.
And Mike, you'll
do what Gil says.
You better, or this
thing here goes.
Nine minutes, we're almost home.
You stay in that seat, I don't
want you to be any trouble.
- What do you want
me to do, Mike?
- Just do what he says,
what can I do to help?
- You just keep your hands
and feet off my plane.
I can handle it.
- I got a problem, Mr. Scott.
You want to help
me with my problem?
- What can I do?
- What?
You can get on the
radio and sound
more convincing this time.
Tell the cops down there
to get away from the field.
Get a gas truck
out on the runway
with a million bucks with it.
And I want to see they
ain't up to nothing.
I want to see 'em all
in their underwear.
Running around in their
little pink jockeys.
You think you can do all that?
Now, you better act scared,
tell 'em I'm a butcher.
Or a psychotic killer. (laughs)
But be sure and tell 'em if
they don't do what I want,
I will open the door of
this flying palace of yours
and toss you out.
- Out, out, you wouldn't,
you wouldn't throw me out.
- Sure I would, you're
practically out already.
- I'll call 'em, but
if they don't listen,
look I'll give you
everything you want,
anything you want,
I've got money.
I'll give you money, look,
my mothers give you money.
My mother'll give
you money, please!
- Stop blabbering, I
can't stand blabbering.
Mr. Scott, you can't expect me
to toss a lady out, can you?
Not the newlyweds, not
the pilot, not Champ.
They would call that
racist, now wouldn't they?
Oh, but you.
(Simon gasping)
- Latimer, he's already bad off.
Toss Latimer out,
throw Latimer out!
Throw that son of a bitch out.
- No, no, what's
the matter with you?
- Go on, throw Latimer out.
- Alright, you picked him.
The blabbermouth quacker
will talk to the feds.
And if they don't want to
listen, he goes out, then you.
- Simon, don't let him do that.
- Alright, Senator, come
on, up, up, up we go.
Don't get blood all over me.
Come on, up, there
we go, that's it.
Stay in there, bitch.
Gil, get me the ground again.
- Please, what do you want?
- Shut up, you're
giving me a headache.
Here, here, tell 'em, come on.
- Please, you've got to help me.
He's gonna throw me out.
- [Dominic] Oh come
on, that's rotten.
They're not gonna
believe that, come on.
- He wants the money, some gas,
and then he'll let us go.
Or else he's gonna throw me out.
You gotta do what he says,
please, I can only beg.
- Who is this?
- My name is Harley Latimer,
I'm with the state department.
I've been shot and
I need a doctor.
And this man is crazy.
- Hey that's good, crazy,
crazy, tell 'em I'm a butcher.
Tell 'em I'm a killer.
- He's a butcher, he's a killer.
- I'm a raving maniac,
(laughs) a raving maniac.
Yeah, Latimer here's
coming down to meet you
in five minutes, you won't
have any trouble spotting him,
'cause he'll be splattered
all over you. (laughs)
- Look, Mr. Latimer, I
know you're in a tough spot
but you can help yourself out
most by just staying calm.
- You've got to do what he says.
Call the state department,
they'll tell you who I am.
- Four minutes, four
minutes and he's out.
Out, you hear?
Too bad for Latimer and
everybody else on this plane.
You hear that?
And anybody gets near this
plane, I'll destroy it
and everybody in
it, (laughs) yeah.
Three minutes and
Latimer walks on air.
- Please stand by,
stay on the line.
- Stand by, my ass.
- [Mrs. Latimer] Please!
- Cops aren't gonna go for it.
Can he really throw a guy out?
- It's not easy to
open a slide door.
Could blow out at this speed.
But he can do it, he's
a go for broke guy.
Is there anything we can do?
- Yeah.
- Ah the hell with
it, come on, Latimer.
- (grunting) Wait a minute,
wait, I've got some money.
$50,000.
- It's Scott's check to you.
What good is a
secondhand check to me?
- He's gotta make it good.
Simon, Simon, plans I sold him.
To the right people,
they're worth millions.
- They're no good
to me, Latimer.
You're really a loser.
- You're the loser, Dominic,
you're an impotent fool!
- Jennifer, please,
please, she didn't mean.
She didn't mean it.
- Yes I did,
and get your goddamn
paws off of me!
- Please, Jennifer,
please sit down.
- Oh Pierce, you are so gutless!
(people screaming)
(guns blasting)
(Dominic screaming)
- Oh my god, your bags!
(smoke alarm blaring)
(fire whooshing)
(fire extinguisher hissing)
- We ever get out of here alive,
I'll teach you how to fly.
Field coming up.
(plane monitor beeping)
Damn it, it must
have been damaged
on the shoot-em-up
during takeoff.
The nose gear's stuck.
Nose gear's stuck, I
can't get her down.
- What can I do?
- The only thing
you can do, Mike,
is to try to get down in the
forward hell hole back there
and loosen it up, the trap
door's on the other side
of that cockpit.
Go and take the gray gear
handle counterclockwise.
What can I say, Mike,
try it, will ya babe?
- I'll try.
- Right.
(plane engine roaring)
(Gil sighing)
- We're in business, baby.
- You know I got some serious
news for you, Sheriff.
That backstabbing call
of yours to Washington
may get you your way now,
but they're gonna remember you
as the cause of this fiasco.
You hear me, hot pants?
- They might chuck a
book at me tomorrow,
and them hijackers might get
away with a million bucks,
but if anyone gets off
of that plane safe,
it's all on account of me.
You can betcha that much.
Here, boy.
Hey, fruity head, the
boys at the county
gave me this gold watch
for my retirement,
and it starts tomorrow.
Church is out, let's go boys.
Yeah though I walk
through the valley
of the shadow of
death, I fear no evil.
'Cause I'm the toughest son
of a bitch in the valley.
(plane engine roaring)
- Sit down over there,
we're coming in.
- Is it too late to pick
up a bet on a fella?
- You bet on something
after a race is in,
be smart enough not
to bet on a loser.
- I'll take you, I like
the way you've finished.
(upbeat music)
- Oh I oughta tell
ya, they're all gone.
- They're gone, no
welcoming parade?
- Somebody must've
prayed. (chuckles)
(plane engine whining)
You know I've never done
so many things so fast.
Those airline boys
are really screwed.
I am a great pilot. (laughs)
- It's all over
then, isn't it, Mike?
- One thing about this business,
you never know when it's over.
- That's not what
I wanted to hear.
- I love you, Diane, but
it's gonna be a long summer.
(Gil sighs)
- Everything's okay,
you can all leave.
- You should've been man
enough to let him kill you.
- Yeah, well that's a
flaw in my character.
- Pierce, besides an
exclusive on this story,
I want a divorce.
- You alright?
- No.
- Trouble, it never
rains, it pours,
and I had such a sweet deal.
- [Woman] Mr. Orlando!
- We've only been
married two weeks.
You can't get divorced
after two weeks.
- Mr. Orlando!
- Watch it, I'm not a bag
of your stinking laundry.
- Here you are, ma'am,
here you go, sir.
- No, no.
- [Woman] Mr. Orlando?
- Here, here it is, ma'am.
Here you go, you can
take it, here it is.
- I told you we should
have taken out insurance.
- Here you go, ma'am,
don't anybody want it?
Go ahead and take
it, it's in here.
It's this, here, here it
is, here you go, ma'am.
Hey you, black boy, is it
any more hostages in there?
- Uh, a few, what's that?
- Well what the hell
you think it is?
- Janky son of a bitch,
get out of my way.
Will you hold my
goddamned money?
Now, Diane, you get your
ass down here right now.
You get a car and a
doctor out on this field.
Now it's all finished,
you do as I say!
- Is it any more
hostages in there,
any more people in there?
- No that's it, no hostages.
Grab the suitcase, Champ.
- Champ, it goes up here.
- Mr. Boss Man, looks like you
gon' need yourself a new boy.
- Give me back my hat!
♪ Got my flames back high
♪ I'm going home again tonight
- Give me back my hat!
- Bye, bye, mister white, peace!
- Give me back my
hat, you bald-headed--
(speaking drowned
out by shouting)
Give me back my hat!
Give me back my hat, you
bald-headed (faint speaking).
(plane engine revving)
- [Man] Fire!
(explosion booming)
(upbeat music)
♪ Hit the sky, Jack,
and don't come back ♪
♪ Your head is in the clouds
♪ And your money is in a sack
♪ You're feeling good,
but you can't come back ♪
♪ 'Cause no one's gonna
welcome you home ♪
♪ Take it to the sky,
take your troubles up ♪
♪ And let 'em fly
♪ It's all a dream
that's passing by ♪
♪ You don't know what,
you don't know why ♪
♪ But it's so good
to get up high ♪
♪ No one's gonna find you
♪ Nothing ever find
you, drift away ♪
♪ Let it drift away
♪ Freedom's hard to find
♪ Is it on the wind
or in your mind ♪
♪ It isn't here,
it isn't there ♪
♪ The reason's clear,
it's in the air ♪
♪ And it's so good
to get up high ♪
♪ Yesterday's behind you,
nothing to remind you ♪
♪ Where you are,
yeah, where you are ♪
♪ Hit the sky, Jack,
and don't come back ♪
♪ Your head is in the clouds
♪ And your money is in a sack
♪ You're feeling good
but you can't come back ♪
♪ 'Cause no one's gonna
welcome you home ♪