Acapulco H.E.A.T. (1998–…): Season 1, Episode 25 - Code Name: Flight 401 - full transcript
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"Acapulco H.E.A.T."...
♪ Ah, can you feel it?
♪ Burn inside
♪ Yeah
♪ Makin' me hazy
♪ Wet fingers touchin' mine
♪ Makin' me crazy
♪ Out on the street
♪ I feel the heat
♪ Deep in the darkest night
♪ I feel the motion
♪ Keep all my love alive
♪ Come to the ocean
♪ Out on the street
♪ I feel the heat
♪ I feel, I feel
- This better be good.
- It's not good, it's bad.
- Okay, then,
this better be really bad.
- What had better be really bad?
- What's the matter with him?
- Oh... beer bust
with his old Army buddies.
Too much beer and definitely
too much sun.
- Hey, I can speak for myself.
I hate that, when another person
talks about another person
in the third person.
Too much sun.
- Hey, speaking of sun,
why are we in here
when the sun
and the water's out there?
- I was trying to use some
satellite feeds
to clean out some old files.
And I seem to be getting jammed
at every turn.
What was that?
- Ah, perimeter alarm.
I'll go check it out.
Meet Victor Garrison.
- Oh, is that a friend of yours?
- Actually,
he works for your CIA.
- My CIA.
- Stay there.
A lot of people work
for the CIA.
And none of them know
where H.E.A.T. is.
- I found Nicole.
- Lucky me.
Who is he?
- He saved my life.
Carried me through
about three miles of jungle.
Killed maybe
a half dozen people.
What do you want?
- You'll find out soon enough.
Eh, you know what, friend?
I don't even want to know
what you're up to.
I don't even know why
you got a gun pointed at me.
I don't care.
- What are you saying?
- It's a death sentence.
- It was a death sentence
the moment I came in the door.
I suppose you're all thinking...
though they have guns,
but there are four of us.
- Well, it crossed my mind.
- It wouldn't be any fun
just sitting around
giving instructions
to Blondie here
with the three of you tied up.
Take the... sport out of it.
What's going on?
- Your little assistant here
tried to send a signal for help.
You won't get one out,
so don't try it again.
Bastard!
- Let's save the square dance
for later.
I need Blondie...
to work for me now.
Load this.
- My name is Joanna.
- Press F1.
F2.
F3.
- F4?
- Good girl.
Read it to us.
- "This is to inform you
"there is a bomb onboard
intercontinental flight #401.
"The plane is not to change
direction or speed.
"We know who and what is aboard.
"You have two hours to get
a wire transfer prepared.
"You'll be contacted.
Black Fin."
- F5.
- Is there really a bomb
on the plane?
- Count on it.
Victor doesn't believe
in bluffing.
Do you, Victor?
- It serves no purpose.
Load this.
- It's a safe bet that there's
an Agency person onboard.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be
asking the CIA for money.
- Very good.
- We can also assume that
there's something else onboard.
You did say "who and what."
- So beautiful
and so intelligent.
- Mmm, damn shame.
- Hey, he speaks.
I thought he was like one
of those trained pit bulls.
You know, they tear out
the vocal cords
so there's no warning
when they attack.
You really think comparing me
to a pit bull is gonna
piss me off?
Make me do something stupid?
There's why you picked us.
H.E.A.T.,
NORAD in Colorado,
and the Pentagon war room
are the only computers
that can link up with C-Star.
- Well, I guess
we seem more venerable
than NORAD and the Pentagon.
Tell her.
- Once in the training exercise,
a team led by Victor
got deep into NORAD.
- There was a cash bonus.
Much more rewarding than some
adolescent enthusiasm.
- What now?
Space shuttle?
- We need to access
the intercontinental computer.
Here are your keystrokes.
- I think you two should sit
over there with... lover boy.
- Is calling me "lover boy"
supposed to piss me off
or make me do something stupid?
- That's good.
I like that.
Now sit your pretty butts down
over there.
- Don't you do anything stupid.
There are no
second chances today.
- How are you doing?
I've been better.
- How about some coffee?
- Yeah, that's a good idea.
- May I have some coffee?
- So you can take the capsule
that's hidden in your bra
and poison us?
Come over here.
- What?
You want to check my bra?
Are you searching
or trying to make up
for a less than rewarding
sex life?
- What do you think?
- I think...
next chance we get,
we go for it.
Thank you.
Tell ya...
if I could remember what it was
I was drinking,
I'd make sure
never to drink that again.
- Everything has its price.
- Yeah.
- Now that you have
examined these,
do you want some coffee, too?
- If you'll be the royal taster.
- Let me try to make this
very clear.
What you're looking at
is the passenger list
of flight 401.
All 283 passengers and crew.
The numbers are the ages
of the children.
If I'm not around
to disarm the bomb,
they all die.
So, if you feel again like
jumping up and taking charge,
take a look at the list.
- Study it.
Memorize it.
Print out copies for everyone.
Bobby, get the rest of the gear.
This isn't looking good.
We kill him and all the people
on the plane die and...
- If we don't kill him, we die.
- Hey, maybe the government
pays the ransom.
- We got three seconds
after he disarms the bomb
to fight for our lives.
- There is no guarantee
he will disarm the bomb.
- No kidding.
- Women and children never stood
in Victor's way
when it came
to completing a mission.
Send them a one-word answer.
"So?"
- Aren't you afraid
of what they might do to her?
- I don't care what they do
with her.
Lock her up,
kill her for all I care.
- You're a cold-blooded
son of a bitch.
- If memory serves me correctly,
that used to turn you on.
- C9X6 government,
they're not gonna kill her.
- Same government that hired me
and Bobby, sweetheart.
This is for your other modem.
And this is to hook your laptop
to the main computer.
- Suppose we take 'em both out
the same time, right?
That's good for us, but not
so good for the passengers.
See, the plane is three hours
from landing
in every direction.
- So there's no way
to get it down
and get the passengers off
before the bomb blows.
- Exactly.
- Here are your keystrokes.
Be quick.
Plan my demise later.
Right now I need a little quiet.
This is Colonel Bennett here.
How many people do you
have looking?
Frank and Caroline are down
in baggage with the co-pilot.
I've got the cabin crew
of eight and some,
well, some military personnel
searching the cabin.
- Anybody there
with secure communication?
- Caroline is gonna get a harbor
set from her luggage,
or we can try the onboard phone.
- Harbor set is fine.
I don't think he'll be able
to monitor it.
Well, it's pretty clear he
doesn't care about his wife.
- Not a big surprise.
I'm trying to rig an exalter
out of a backup circuitry
monitor gauge
I've taken from the cockpit.
I'm hoping the bomb has enough
current to be able to detract.
- Hmm, they have someone
onboard with brains.
Won't do him any good,
but it might work.
The clock is running.
I'm aware.
Have you heard
from the lunatic again?
They don't even know who I am.
No, I expect we will soon.
He knows the transfer
will take an hour or so.
He has to give us time.
- Oh... don't worry.
You'll have plenty of time.
Keep me posted.
- This will take you a while.
- I didn't think they would have
a harbor set.
- No, I thought
they'd use the phone.
- And you were ready for that.
- How do you know?
- The remaining sequence on this
card would've put me
in the microwave centers
for long-distance communication.
- Huh.
Give the girl a prize.
- Are you serious?
- Sure.
- Then contact the plane,
tell them where the bomb is,
and how to disarm it.
- Ah, that is one thing
I cannot do,
my little darling Joanna.
My neck is in a guillotine here,
and the bomb is the only
insurance I have
the executioner is
not going to drop the blade.
Coffee, anyone?
- If you try to throw
that at me,
I'll kill you.
- Well, I thought of it,
but the passengers' list
made it a bad idea.
- Beautiful and brilliant.
You and I would make
a hell of a pair.
- You little baby.
Stick to fighting me.
It's sexier.
Is that for Tommy?
- Bobby.
- I can get my own.
- I promise not to do
anything stupid.
Perhaps you should sit down
and read the passenger
list again.
- Why?
Whatever for?
- For their health.
Microphone.
- That was good.
- You're welcome.
- So... do you think they're
going to find the bomb?
I don't know how smart he is.
- Oh, plenty smart.
But I bet I could find it
if I was on the airplane.
- I'll take that bet.
- It is in a bag with all types
of makeup containers around it.
And that bag is
in a bag full of clothes.
Lots of belts, suspenders,
CD player, travel clock.
All kinds of things like that.
And that bag is in a bigger bag.
- Very good.
But then, you were with us
when we sent the package
to Colombia.
- I'm gonna get some more.
You want some?
- No, thank you.
- Okay.
You ready?
- God be with us.
- Yeah.
- What did you mean by
"we would make a pair"?
- I am going to be
a very rich man soon.
- Is that supposed to make me
want you?
- The frightening thing is,
when you go to sleep not knowing
if I'm going to kill you.
- It wouldn't be
any safer for you.
- No, it wouldn't.
That's why I love it.
- You are a sick man.
- But exciting.
- True.
You are that.
- Would you rather be
a beautiful woman than a man?
- Huh?
- Do you think it's easier
being a woman?
- I do.
- You do?
- You don't have to carry
as many weapons.
- But men have strength.
- In a weight-lifting contest.
Not when it comes to controlling
other human beings.
I believe that all women
are born with a certain cunning.
Like Nicole here.
She's used her looks
and her charms
to get men to do what she wants
them to do for years.
- Little ol' me?
- Yes, you, darling.
Such as right now,
blocking my view
while the drunk comes in
to help you take...
Nicole!
Stay tuned for more
"Acapulco H.E.A.T."
- Obviously you people care
more about yourselves
than you do about
the lives of innocent people.
Get back up here.
- It doesn't look good.
- Yeah, she needs help,
but she's not gonna get it here.
- We're all gonna die.
- Not quietly.
- This is Colonel Bennett,
go ahead.
We found the bomb.
- Where?
- Baggage.
In a bag inside a bag
inside another bag.
- It worked.
- They found it quicker
than I expected.
- Maybe they're smart.
- Or maybe they should thank you
for cuing in the microphone
while Nicole gave
a detailed description
of how I hide the bomb.
- You knew?
You don't care?
- They can't disarm it.
Let's get to the disarming.
I've got Bernie Trap with me.
- He's probably
a damn bomb expert.
- He is, but then so am I.
Any chance of dropping down
to the deck
and throwing it out?
It's got the altimeter wired in.
I had the pilot do
a thousand-foot drop.
Meter's working.
- What do you got
for detonation?
- Looks like three.
The altimeter...
the timer that,
if my math is right,
will dump us in the Atlantic
an hour out of Newfoundland.
And an electronic one that
I can't quite figure out yet.
- Is it still in the bag?
- Yep, I didn't want
to take it out yet.
- Let's give it a try.
- They're going to get
a wake-up call.
Okay, here I go.
Agh, what the hell?!
- What's going on?
- There's a five-light panel
to the right of the explosives,
- and they're flashing.
- Ha.
- Put it down.
- I already did.
Now I've got one-second beeps.
- What do you think he's doing?
- Playing.
The lights have stopped.
Now the beeps.
Damn, they're both back!
It's as if somebody's
controlling it,
making fun of me.
- They probably are.
They're probably listening in.
Victor, if you are out there,
talk to me.
- Not now, maybe later
after they've fished the bodies
out of the ocean.
How can he be close enough
to exercise remote control?
I don't know.
Do you think he's on the plane?
I can guarantee you, he's not.
Maybe he's got some crazy
onboard with a remote.
- No, Victor doesn't trust
crazies he can't see.
- Find a passenger
with a Polaroid,
take some photos of the bomb,
scan them and send them to us.
It's being done.
We'll get back to you.
- I know how you did it.
- Do you?
- You're controlling the bomb
through C-Star.
It's power in orbit work perfect
for the flight path
to the plane.
- Actually,
I was a rocket scientist.
The C-Star has relays on four
of the spy satellites.
- I want to go see
how my friend is doing.
- Sure.
- What's all that about relays?
- If I can get a message
to the pilot to change course,
it will get 'em out of the range
of the C-Star.
And if you guys
will overpower him,
I would just distract him,
I can do it.
What good would that do?
He'll just connect it back up.
- I can destroy his disk
and erase the RAM.
- But the bomb would still be
on the plane.
- But at least
Victor can't set it off.
Maybe they can disarm it.
Especially if they knew
Victor was completely
out of the picture.
- Is there any chance
if you disconnect it,
it might set the bomb off?
- If I break the signal
to the satellite,
it'll break
the signal to the bomb.
I don't think it'll set it off.
- If we fail this time, I don't
think we have another chance.
Let's plan this one carefully.
Hey, don't worry, we'll be fine.
- Keep an eye on things.
Oh, and the microphone is armed.
- Does it ever make you nervous
when we rely on her?
- Most of the time.
But she somehow always
comes through.
- That's true.
- Are we gonna kill them all?
- What do youthink?
- I'd like to spend a little bit
more time with that one
before I kill her.
- I didn't think you were into
unconscious women.
- Hmm, not her.
Be better if she was willing.
- Huh, if she comes at you
as though she's willing,
you're a dead man.
- What's going on?
- The agent on the plane
is using a laptop
to try and communicate
with spy satellites.
'Cause he's hooked up to C-Star,
he can monitor
all 12 or 13 satellites.
He just jammed their
communications.
- And we're gonna hear from them
any second now.
He jammed us!
Tell us something we don't know.
- He detonated a smoke bomb
somewhere in
the luggage compartment.
- Well, we didn't know that.
Victor!
- Bennett, been a long time.
- Yeah, not long enough.
- Hell, I thought
I'd get a better reception
than that from you.
- What do you think
you're doing?
- You know exactly what
I'm doing.
I'm holding a plane,
its passengers,
and a case of embarrassing
Agency documents for ransom.
- The documents?
We can live without them.
- No, we can't.
So why don't you stop
screwing around?
And why don't you
take a look at this?
- I know who's onboard.
- Read it again.
Because if I don't get
some action
on a private circuit
to my wire transfer,
I'm gonna blow up
the damn plane.
Give him half and the other half
when he tells me how to disarm
the bomb.
- Sure, I should trust you guys.
Watch your screen.
- Get ready.
- They're opening a line
to the bank Victor wants.
Victor!
- Fire in the hole!
Hey, don't go away.
"Acapulco H.E.A.T." will be
back in a moment.
- I'm gonna use you
like a whore.
But you don't have to live
with it
'cause you'll be dead.
- Cat.
Grab that side.
Watch out.
Okay, watch it, watch it.
- Oh, oh!
- Watch your feet.
Okay, watch out.
Let me get behind it.
All right.
Damn.
Well?
- I don't know.
Give me another minute.
- I do know.
Your computer is destroyed.
So any hope you had of saving
that plane is gone.
So is any hope of saving
your own miserable lives.
The door is sealed.
Your air is gone.
It's not very plush,
but this is our coffin.
- Is he telling the truth?
- Give me a minute!
- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
Are you?
- I've been better.
How's Nicole?
- Same.
- Let's put him in with the guy
he killed.
They can go
to the afterlife together.
- Sorry I snapped.
I just don't know how
to deal with
all the people on the plane
dying and much less our deaths.
- Nobody's gonna die.
- Our computers are down.
Our air supply is down.
- What about your portable?
- God, why didn't I
think of that?
- Oh, probably
'cause you're in a room
where two hand grenades went off
and, you know, a man was killed.
- You can't help anybody
if you're brain-dead.
- Your turn, man!
Yeah? You first.
How you doing, champ?
- I'm no more brain-dead
than I was.
- Afraid he is.
- He wouldn't have helped
anyhow.
- I guess that's true.
Is it working?
- It's working!
Okay, now what?
- Um, search the duffel bag
and his attaché case.
He was pretty methodical.
Maybe there's a schematic
for the bomb.
- Schematic.
Any of these help?
- I've never seen
any of this stuff before.
I'm in! I'm in!
I'm back into C-Star!
If you don't respond in
the next 30 seconds, Victor,
we can yank that money back
out just as fast as we put it in.
- Hello?
Who the hell is that?
- Joanna Barnes.
Joanna, I'm not sure
how you got into this
conversation,
but you are tapped into a
secret communications channel
for government use only.
- I got into this conversation
by uploading, um, C-Star.
And... and I entered
your link off it.
I guess that was Cyrus 3?
Okay, so you're a smart cookie.
Now, who the hell are you?
- Hey, right now it doesn't
matter who the hell we are.
Victor Garrison
and his sidekick are dead.
Now you are onboard
a flying bomb.
- So why should we trust you
or believe you?
- Because you're about
20 minutes away
from being turned
into human confetti.
Is Victor actually dead?
- Hey, we don't have time
to chitchat, okay?
Now, Victor
and his buddy are dead.
The only hope you have of saving
the people on that plane
is Joanna here,
so... shut up and listen.
I'm not in the position
to argue.
So go ahead, Joanna.
- I think I can disarm the first
electronic detonator from here.
But I need you to be
where you can see the bomb.
- It's right here by my side.
- Okay, hang on a minute.
- I'm not going anywhere.
- Oh, I forgot, sorry.
- If you get us
out of this, Joanna,
and you're not married, I'm in.
- Do I...?
Um, I think I can do it
single or not.
- Do what?
- Victor had all his program
keystrokes recorded on CDs.
But his CDs doesn't work
with my computer,
but I think I can remember.
- How can you remember if
they were being run off a disk?
- They ran on the screen.
- You're not gonna try
to disarm this thing
from memory, are you?
- Yes.
- Are you as pretty
as you sound?
- What does that have to do
with anything?
- Yeah.
She is.
- Let's do it.
- My guess is watch the series
of lights that flashed
when he was playing with you.
- Right in front of me.
They're starting to flash.
- It's okay.
- The red one went out.
The blue one's out.
The amber one's out.
What?
Not now.
I can't help!
Deal with it, damn it!
What's the matter?
- One of the passengers
freaked out.
The purple one is out.
- I've got to guess the last
keystroke for the next one.
- Your guess is as good as mine.
- You've got
a good sense of humor.
- Sitting here next to a bomb,
humor seems like a good choice.
Ah, damn, they're all lit again!
- Oh, hang on.
- The red is out.
The blue is out.
The amber and purple are out.
The green's out.
Are we out of the woods?
- No, we still have
the altimeter detonator.
And who knows what else?
- What's that?
What's going on?
- I don't know, we might have
the schematics for the bomb.
Are you serious?
- Is there a blue wire
from the altimeter
to the electronic detonator?
- Yes.
- We have the schematic.
- You don't sound thrilled.
- By disarming
the electronic detonator,
we activated a backup detonator
that you can only disarm
on the bomb.
- Great.
- Can I send documents through
C-Star and Cyrus 3 to you?
- No.
- But you can send it to us
here in Virginia
and we can send it.
- In my drawer,
get the thing that looks
a little like
a large, um, electric razor.
- Scanner?
- Yeah.
What makes you think
I can read a schematic?
- Well, if you can't,
get the... the bomb expert
you had on before to translate.
You've been part of this
all along.
- Yeah, we were the hostages.
Tell them where we are.
- Don't you get, we're trying
to save a plane right now.
Maybe when we're done.
Now, if this doesn't work,
I'll tell them where we are.
That's it.
We've got it and it's on
its way to the plane.
- Get this desk,
put it in that corner.
Use it as a shield.
- Okay.
- Hey, you, help her.
Give her a hand.
Get Nicole behind the desk.
Ready?
- Ready.
"Acapulco H.E.A.T." will be
right back.
- You sure she's okay?
She's three hours late.
- I'm sure she's fine.
He seemed like
a really nice guy.
- He's a government agent.
So are you and Tommy.
- My point exactly.
- I think it's great.
Yeah, you know,
they meet communicating
through satellites.
Both their lives in danger.
Ay, that's what books
are made of.
- You surprise me.
- Why?
- 'Cause your pick 'em up
at the curbside method
isn't terribly romantic.
- Yeah, yeah,
well, maybe not to you,
but I have gotten no complaints
thus far.
Well, maybe not many.
- Complaints about what?
- The dating ritual.
- Oh.
- That's it, "Oh"?
How was your date?
- Nice.
- Nice?
Joanna, give it up.
- Yeah, give her
a little detail.
- Now, that's not romantic.
- Let's just leave it that...
he was very grateful.
- And she thought it was gonna
be hard telling someone
to tell her mom
about her death, hmm.
- I think there's some things
my mom doesn't need
to know about.
Ooh!
"Acapulco H.E.A.T."...
♪ Ah, can you feel it?
♪ Burn inside
♪ Yeah
♪ Makin' me hazy
♪ Wet fingers touchin' mine
♪ Makin' me crazy
♪ Out on the street
♪ I feel the heat
♪ Deep in the darkest night
♪ I feel the motion
♪ Keep all my love alive
♪ Come to the ocean
♪ Out on the street
♪ I feel the heat
♪ I feel, I feel
- This better be good.
- It's not good, it's bad.
- Okay, then,
this better be really bad.
- What had better be really bad?
- What's the matter with him?
- Oh... beer bust
with his old Army buddies.
Too much beer and definitely
too much sun.
- Hey, I can speak for myself.
I hate that, when another person
talks about another person
in the third person.
Too much sun.
- Hey, speaking of sun,
why are we in here
when the sun
and the water's out there?
- I was trying to use some
satellite feeds
to clean out some old files.
And I seem to be getting jammed
at every turn.
What was that?
- Ah, perimeter alarm.
I'll go check it out.
Meet Victor Garrison.
- Oh, is that a friend of yours?
- Actually,
he works for your CIA.
- My CIA.
- Stay there.
A lot of people work
for the CIA.
And none of them know
where H.E.A.T. is.
- I found Nicole.
- Lucky me.
Who is he?
- He saved my life.
Carried me through
about three miles of jungle.
Killed maybe
a half dozen people.
What do you want?
- You'll find out soon enough.
Eh, you know what, friend?
I don't even want to know
what you're up to.
I don't even know why
you got a gun pointed at me.
I don't care.
- What are you saying?
- It's a death sentence.
- It was a death sentence
the moment I came in the door.
I suppose you're all thinking...
though they have guns,
but there are four of us.
- Well, it crossed my mind.
- It wouldn't be any fun
just sitting around
giving instructions
to Blondie here
with the three of you tied up.
Take the... sport out of it.
What's going on?
- Your little assistant here
tried to send a signal for help.
You won't get one out,
so don't try it again.
Bastard!
- Let's save the square dance
for later.
I need Blondie...
to work for me now.
Load this.
- My name is Joanna.
- Press F1.
F2.
F3.
- F4?
- Good girl.
Read it to us.
- "This is to inform you
"there is a bomb onboard
intercontinental flight #401.
"The plane is not to change
direction or speed.
"We know who and what is aboard.
"You have two hours to get
a wire transfer prepared.
"You'll be contacted.
Black Fin."
- F5.
- Is there really a bomb
on the plane?
- Count on it.
Victor doesn't believe
in bluffing.
Do you, Victor?
- It serves no purpose.
Load this.
- It's a safe bet that there's
an Agency person onboard.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be
asking the CIA for money.
- Very good.
- We can also assume that
there's something else onboard.
You did say "who and what."
- So beautiful
and so intelligent.
- Mmm, damn shame.
- Hey, he speaks.
I thought he was like one
of those trained pit bulls.
You know, they tear out
the vocal cords
so there's no warning
when they attack.
You really think comparing me
to a pit bull is gonna
piss me off?
Make me do something stupid?
There's why you picked us.
H.E.A.T.,
NORAD in Colorado,
and the Pentagon war room
are the only computers
that can link up with C-Star.
- Well, I guess
we seem more venerable
than NORAD and the Pentagon.
Tell her.
- Once in the training exercise,
a team led by Victor
got deep into NORAD.
- There was a cash bonus.
Much more rewarding than some
adolescent enthusiasm.
- What now?
Space shuttle?
- We need to access
the intercontinental computer.
Here are your keystrokes.
- I think you two should sit
over there with... lover boy.
- Is calling me "lover boy"
supposed to piss me off
or make me do something stupid?
- That's good.
I like that.
Now sit your pretty butts down
over there.
- Don't you do anything stupid.
There are no
second chances today.
- How are you doing?
I've been better.
- How about some coffee?
- Yeah, that's a good idea.
- May I have some coffee?
- So you can take the capsule
that's hidden in your bra
and poison us?
Come over here.
- What?
You want to check my bra?
Are you searching
or trying to make up
for a less than rewarding
sex life?
- What do you think?
- I think...
next chance we get,
we go for it.
Thank you.
Tell ya...
if I could remember what it was
I was drinking,
I'd make sure
never to drink that again.
- Everything has its price.
- Yeah.
- Now that you have
examined these,
do you want some coffee, too?
- If you'll be the royal taster.
- Let me try to make this
very clear.
What you're looking at
is the passenger list
of flight 401.
All 283 passengers and crew.
The numbers are the ages
of the children.
If I'm not around
to disarm the bomb,
they all die.
So, if you feel again like
jumping up and taking charge,
take a look at the list.
- Study it.
Memorize it.
Print out copies for everyone.
Bobby, get the rest of the gear.
This isn't looking good.
We kill him and all the people
on the plane die and...
- If we don't kill him, we die.
- Hey, maybe the government
pays the ransom.
- We got three seconds
after he disarms the bomb
to fight for our lives.
- There is no guarantee
he will disarm the bomb.
- No kidding.
- Women and children never stood
in Victor's way
when it came
to completing a mission.
Send them a one-word answer.
"So?"
- Aren't you afraid
of what they might do to her?
- I don't care what they do
with her.
Lock her up,
kill her for all I care.
- You're a cold-blooded
son of a bitch.
- If memory serves me correctly,
that used to turn you on.
- C9X6 government,
they're not gonna kill her.
- Same government that hired me
and Bobby, sweetheart.
This is for your other modem.
And this is to hook your laptop
to the main computer.
- Suppose we take 'em both out
the same time, right?
That's good for us, but not
so good for the passengers.
See, the plane is three hours
from landing
in every direction.
- So there's no way
to get it down
and get the passengers off
before the bomb blows.
- Exactly.
- Here are your keystrokes.
Be quick.
Plan my demise later.
Right now I need a little quiet.
This is Colonel Bennett here.
How many people do you
have looking?
Frank and Caroline are down
in baggage with the co-pilot.
I've got the cabin crew
of eight and some,
well, some military personnel
searching the cabin.
- Anybody there
with secure communication?
- Caroline is gonna get a harbor
set from her luggage,
or we can try the onboard phone.
- Harbor set is fine.
I don't think he'll be able
to monitor it.
Well, it's pretty clear he
doesn't care about his wife.
- Not a big surprise.
I'm trying to rig an exalter
out of a backup circuitry
monitor gauge
I've taken from the cockpit.
I'm hoping the bomb has enough
current to be able to detract.
- Hmm, they have someone
onboard with brains.
Won't do him any good,
but it might work.
The clock is running.
I'm aware.
Have you heard
from the lunatic again?
They don't even know who I am.
No, I expect we will soon.
He knows the transfer
will take an hour or so.
He has to give us time.
- Oh... don't worry.
You'll have plenty of time.
Keep me posted.
- This will take you a while.
- I didn't think they would have
a harbor set.
- No, I thought
they'd use the phone.
- And you were ready for that.
- How do you know?
- The remaining sequence on this
card would've put me
in the microwave centers
for long-distance communication.
- Huh.
Give the girl a prize.
- Are you serious?
- Sure.
- Then contact the plane,
tell them where the bomb is,
and how to disarm it.
- Ah, that is one thing
I cannot do,
my little darling Joanna.
My neck is in a guillotine here,
and the bomb is the only
insurance I have
the executioner is
not going to drop the blade.
Coffee, anyone?
- If you try to throw
that at me,
I'll kill you.
- Well, I thought of it,
but the passengers' list
made it a bad idea.
- Beautiful and brilliant.
You and I would make
a hell of a pair.
- You little baby.
Stick to fighting me.
It's sexier.
Is that for Tommy?
- Bobby.
- I can get my own.
- I promise not to do
anything stupid.
Perhaps you should sit down
and read the passenger
list again.
- Why?
Whatever for?
- For their health.
Microphone.
- That was good.
- You're welcome.
- So... do you think they're
going to find the bomb?
I don't know how smart he is.
- Oh, plenty smart.
But I bet I could find it
if I was on the airplane.
- I'll take that bet.
- It is in a bag with all types
of makeup containers around it.
And that bag is
in a bag full of clothes.
Lots of belts, suspenders,
CD player, travel clock.
All kinds of things like that.
And that bag is in a bigger bag.
- Very good.
But then, you were with us
when we sent the package
to Colombia.
- I'm gonna get some more.
You want some?
- No, thank you.
- Okay.
You ready?
- God be with us.
- Yeah.
- What did you mean by
"we would make a pair"?
- I am going to be
a very rich man soon.
- Is that supposed to make me
want you?
- The frightening thing is,
when you go to sleep not knowing
if I'm going to kill you.
- It wouldn't be
any safer for you.
- No, it wouldn't.
That's why I love it.
- You are a sick man.
- But exciting.
- True.
You are that.
- Would you rather be
a beautiful woman than a man?
- Huh?
- Do you think it's easier
being a woman?
- I do.
- You do?
- You don't have to carry
as many weapons.
- But men have strength.
- In a weight-lifting contest.
Not when it comes to controlling
other human beings.
I believe that all women
are born with a certain cunning.
Like Nicole here.
She's used her looks
and her charms
to get men to do what she wants
them to do for years.
- Little ol' me?
- Yes, you, darling.
Such as right now,
blocking my view
while the drunk comes in
to help you take...
Nicole!
Stay tuned for more
"Acapulco H.E.A.T."
- Obviously you people care
more about yourselves
than you do about
the lives of innocent people.
Get back up here.
- It doesn't look good.
- Yeah, she needs help,
but she's not gonna get it here.
- We're all gonna die.
- Not quietly.
- This is Colonel Bennett,
go ahead.
We found the bomb.
- Where?
- Baggage.
In a bag inside a bag
inside another bag.
- It worked.
- They found it quicker
than I expected.
- Maybe they're smart.
- Or maybe they should thank you
for cuing in the microphone
while Nicole gave
a detailed description
of how I hide the bomb.
- You knew?
You don't care?
- They can't disarm it.
Let's get to the disarming.
I've got Bernie Trap with me.
- He's probably
a damn bomb expert.
- He is, but then so am I.
Any chance of dropping down
to the deck
and throwing it out?
It's got the altimeter wired in.
I had the pilot do
a thousand-foot drop.
Meter's working.
- What do you got
for detonation?
- Looks like three.
The altimeter...
the timer that,
if my math is right,
will dump us in the Atlantic
an hour out of Newfoundland.
And an electronic one that
I can't quite figure out yet.
- Is it still in the bag?
- Yep, I didn't want
to take it out yet.
- Let's give it a try.
- They're going to get
a wake-up call.
Okay, here I go.
Agh, what the hell?!
- What's going on?
- There's a five-light panel
to the right of the explosives,
- and they're flashing.
- Ha.
- Put it down.
- I already did.
Now I've got one-second beeps.
- What do you think he's doing?
- Playing.
The lights have stopped.
Now the beeps.
Damn, they're both back!
It's as if somebody's
controlling it,
making fun of me.
- They probably are.
They're probably listening in.
Victor, if you are out there,
talk to me.
- Not now, maybe later
after they've fished the bodies
out of the ocean.
How can he be close enough
to exercise remote control?
I don't know.
Do you think he's on the plane?
I can guarantee you, he's not.
Maybe he's got some crazy
onboard with a remote.
- No, Victor doesn't trust
crazies he can't see.
- Find a passenger
with a Polaroid,
take some photos of the bomb,
scan them and send them to us.
It's being done.
We'll get back to you.
- I know how you did it.
- Do you?
- You're controlling the bomb
through C-Star.
It's power in orbit work perfect
for the flight path
to the plane.
- Actually,
I was a rocket scientist.
The C-Star has relays on four
of the spy satellites.
- I want to go see
how my friend is doing.
- Sure.
- What's all that about relays?
- If I can get a message
to the pilot to change course,
it will get 'em out of the range
of the C-Star.
And if you guys
will overpower him,
I would just distract him,
I can do it.
What good would that do?
He'll just connect it back up.
- I can destroy his disk
and erase the RAM.
- But the bomb would still be
on the plane.
- But at least
Victor can't set it off.
Maybe they can disarm it.
Especially if they knew
Victor was completely
out of the picture.
- Is there any chance
if you disconnect it,
it might set the bomb off?
- If I break the signal
to the satellite,
it'll break
the signal to the bomb.
I don't think it'll set it off.
- If we fail this time, I don't
think we have another chance.
Let's plan this one carefully.
Hey, don't worry, we'll be fine.
- Keep an eye on things.
Oh, and the microphone is armed.
- Does it ever make you nervous
when we rely on her?
- Most of the time.
But she somehow always
comes through.
- That's true.
- Are we gonna kill them all?
- What do youthink?
- I'd like to spend a little bit
more time with that one
before I kill her.
- I didn't think you were into
unconscious women.
- Hmm, not her.
Be better if she was willing.
- Huh, if she comes at you
as though she's willing,
you're a dead man.
- What's going on?
- The agent on the plane
is using a laptop
to try and communicate
with spy satellites.
'Cause he's hooked up to C-Star,
he can monitor
all 12 or 13 satellites.
He just jammed their
communications.
- And we're gonna hear from them
any second now.
He jammed us!
Tell us something we don't know.
- He detonated a smoke bomb
somewhere in
the luggage compartment.
- Well, we didn't know that.
Victor!
- Bennett, been a long time.
- Yeah, not long enough.
- Hell, I thought
I'd get a better reception
than that from you.
- What do you think
you're doing?
- You know exactly what
I'm doing.
I'm holding a plane,
its passengers,
and a case of embarrassing
Agency documents for ransom.
- The documents?
We can live without them.
- No, we can't.
So why don't you stop
screwing around?
And why don't you
take a look at this?
- I know who's onboard.
- Read it again.
Because if I don't get
some action
on a private circuit
to my wire transfer,
I'm gonna blow up
the damn plane.
Give him half and the other half
when he tells me how to disarm
the bomb.
- Sure, I should trust you guys.
Watch your screen.
- Get ready.
- They're opening a line
to the bank Victor wants.
Victor!
- Fire in the hole!
Hey, don't go away.
"Acapulco H.E.A.T." will be
back in a moment.
- I'm gonna use you
like a whore.
But you don't have to live
with it
'cause you'll be dead.
- Cat.
Grab that side.
Watch out.
Okay, watch it, watch it.
- Oh, oh!
- Watch your feet.
Okay, watch out.
Let me get behind it.
All right.
Damn.
Well?
- I don't know.
Give me another minute.
- I do know.
Your computer is destroyed.
So any hope you had of saving
that plane is gone.
So is any hope of saving
your own miserable lives.
The door is sealed.
Your air is gone.
It's not very plush,
but this is our coffin.
- Is he telling the truth?
- Give me a minute!
- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
Are you?
- I've been better.
How's Nicole?
- Same.
- Let's put him in with the guy
he killed.
They can go
to the afterlife together.
- Sorry I snapped.
I just don't know how
to deal with
all the people on the plane
dying and much less our deaths.
- Nobody's gonna die.
- Our computers are down.
Our air supply is down.
- What about your portable?
- God, why didn't I
think of that?
- Oh, probably
'cause you're in a room
where two hand grenades went off
and, you know, a man was killed.
- You can't help anybody
if you're brain-dead.
- Your turn, man!
Yeah? You first.
How you doing, champ?
- I'm no more brain-dead
than I was.
- Afraid he is.
- He wouldn't have helped
anyhow.
- I guess that's true.
Is it working?
- It's working!
Okay, now what?
- Um, search the duffel bag
and his attaché case.
He was pretty methodical.
Maybe there's a schematic
for the bomb.
- Schematic.
Any of these help?
- I've never seen
any of this stuff before.
I'm in! I'm in!
I'm back into C-Star!
If you don't respond in
the next 30 seconds, Victor,
we can yank that money back
out just as fast as we put it in.
- Hello?
Who the hell is that?
- Joanna Barnes.
Joanna, I'm not sure
how you got into this
conversation,
but you are tapped into a
secret communications channel
for government use only.
- I got into this conversation
by uploading, um, C-Star.
And... and I entered
your link off it.
I guess that was Cyrus 3?
Okay, so you're a smart cookie.
Now, who the hell are you?
- Hey, right now it doesn't
matter who the hell we are.
Victor Garrison
and his sidekick are dead.
Now you are onboard
a flying bomb.
- So why should we trust you
or believe you?
- Because you're about
20 minutes away
from being turned
into human confetti.
Is Victor actually dead?
- Hey, we don't have time
to chitchat, okay?
Now, Victor
and his buddy are dead.
The only hope you have of saving
the people on that plane
is Joanna here,
so... shut up and listen.
I'm not in the position
to argue.
So go ahead, Joanna.
- I think I can disarm the first
electronic detonator from here.
But I need you to be
where you can see the bomb.
- It's right here by my side.
- Okay, hang on a minute.
- I'm not going anywhere.
- Oh, I forgot, sorry.
- If you get us
out of this, Joanna,
and you're not married, I'm in.
- Do I...?
Um, I think I can do it
single or not.
- Do what?
- Victor had all his program
keystrokes recorded on CDs.
But his CDs doesn't work
with my computer,
but I think I can remember.
- How can you remember if
they were being run off a disk?
- They ran on the screen.
- You're not gonna try
to disarm this thing
from memory, are you?
- Yes.
- Are you as pretty
as you sound?
- What does that have to do
with anything?
- Yeah.
She is.
- Let's do it.
- My guess is watch the series
of lights that flashed
when he was playing with you.
- Right in front of me.
They're starting to flash.
- It's okay.
- The red one went out.
The blue one's out.
The amber one's out.
What?
Not now.
I can't help!
Deal with it, damn it!
What's the matter?
- One of the passengers
freaked out.
The purple one is out.
- I've got to guess the last
keystroke for the next one.
- Your guess is as good as mine.
- You've got
a good sense of humor.
- Sitting here next to a bomb,
humor seems like a good choice.
Ah, damn, they're all lit again!
- Oh, hang on.
- The red is out.
The blue is out.
The amber and purple are out.
The green's out.
Are we out of the woods?
- No, we still have
the altimeter detonator.
And who knows what else?
- What's that?
What's going on?
- I don't know, we might have
the schematics for the bomb.
Are you serious?
- Is there a blue wire
from the altimeter
to the electronic detonator?
- Yes.
- We have the schematic.
- You don't sound thrilled.
- By disarming
the electronic detonator,
we activated a backup detonator
that you can only disarm
on the bomb.
- Great.
- Can I send documents through
C-Star and Cyrus 3 to you?
- No.
- But you can send it to us
here in Virginia
and we can send it.
- In my drawer,
get the thing that looks
a little like
a large, um, electric razor.
- Scanner?
- Yeah.
What makes you think
I can read a schematic?
- Well, if you can't,
get the... the bomb expert
you had on before to translate.
You've been part of this
all along.
- Yeah, we were the hostages.
Tell them where we are.
- Don't you get, we're trying
to save a plane right now.
Maybe when we're done.
Now, if this doesn't work,
I'll tell them where we are.
That's it.
We've got it and it's on
its way to the plane.
- Get this desk,
put it in that corner.
Use it as a shield.
- Okay.
- Hey, you, help her.
Give her a hand.
Get Nicole behind the desk.
Ready?
- Ready.
"Acapulco H.E.A.T." will be
right back.
- You sure she's okay?
She's three hours late.
- I'm sure she's fine.
He seemed like
a really nice guy.
- He's a government agent.
So are you and Tommy.
- My point exactly.
- I think it's great.
Yeah, you know,
they meet communicating
through satellites.
Both their lives in danger.
Ay, that's what books
are made of.
- You surprise me.
- Why?
- 'Cause your pick 'em up
at the curbside method
isn't terribly romantic.
- Yeah, yeah,
well, maybe not to you,
but I have gotten no complaints
thus far.
Well, maybe not many.
- Complaints about what?
- The dating ritual.
- Oh.
- That's it, "Oh"?
How was your date?
- Nice.
- Nice?
Joanna, give it up.
- Yeah, give her
a little detail.
- Now, that's not romantic.
- Let's just leave it that...
he was very grateful.
- And she thought it was gonna
be hard telling someone
to tell her mom
about her death, hmm.
- I think there's some things
my mom doesn't need
to know about.
Ooh!