All language subtitles for The Horror at 37,000 Feet (David Lowell Rich, 1973)

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Attention, please.

AOA flight 19X, London to New York,
will be slightly delayed.

Passengers are advised
to check in baggage

and await further announcements.

[WOMAN SPEAKING IN FRENCH
OVER PA]

Oh, come on, dude,
there's no mystery about it.

It's a selsyn motor,
not a human female.

Now, pull it.
Check it and see what's wrong.

It's an instrument. It won't lie to you.

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
AOA flight 19X for New York

is now open
for boarding at Gate 12.

Please have boarding passes

and all travel documents ready
for Passport Control.

All right, Mr. Holcomb,
you're all set to go, sir.

- You'll be departing from Lounge 4.
- Thank you.

"Flight 19X."
What's this X rating, partner?

Spot of luck for you, sir, actually.
It's an extra flight.

You'll have the bird practically
to yourself this trip.

Yup, I surely would like that.

- Let me help you with that, ma'am.
- No, thank you, I can manage.

Hello, I'm Sheila O'Neill.
Has my husband checked in yet?

CLERK: That he has, Mrs. O'Neill.
He just went to the cargo office.

Oh, fine. Half a sec
while I get my passport out.

We'll take care of that for you, sir.
Not to worry.

- Lovely, ma'am. Good night.
CLERK: Thank you.

[ERNIE WHISTLING]

That's a lot of fuel
for such a light passenger list.

Are we expecting a hurricane?

You're pretty heavy on cargo.
Here, look at your manifest.

Architectural features, 11,000 pounds.
What the devil could that be?

- In this case, pan of an abbey.
- What?

I kid you not.
The guy shipping it told me.

Name's O'Neill.
In fact, he's aboard your night

It's a chapel room from some
old English abbey. Even an altar.

And he's gonna set it up in a place
he's building on Long Island.

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Final call for AOA flight 19X

to New York, boarding at Gate 12.

[THUD]

- God, what was that?
- Don't worry about it now.

[WOMAN SPEAKING IN FRENCH
OVER PA]

Now, you're sure?

You're sure I'm on the extra flight,
the cargo flight?

- It's all taken care of, Mrs. Pinder.
- Thank you.

Uh, Mrs. Pinder,
would you please leave the dog here?

- Damon? He's coming with me.
- In the hold, madam.

Now, don't worry. It's very comfy
down there, and he'll enjoy it.

But you have very few passengers
on this flight.

Please, can't he come with me?

Regulations, madam.

You understand, don't you, Damon?
I have to.

But I'll hold you personally responsible
for his safety.

Miss. Miss.

Mr. O'Neill. Your wife went on ahead.
She should be on board by now.

Good. That lady who was just here,
uh, is she on our flight?

- Mrs. Pinder?
- Yes.

- Yes. Do you know her?
- Huh.

- Yes, unfortunately.
- Oh. Hmm.

Hey, you ready for this?
Ten passengers.

- And nine stewardesses?
- No, just the two of us.

Come on up front, honey.

Jenkins says they all go first cabin,
okay?

[WIND WHISTLING]

- Brr.
- Achoo!

What happened?

I don't know.

AOA control, One-Niner-X-ray.
Say, what is with the weather?

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
No change, One-Niner.

Surface wind northeast, six knots.

Are you kidding? We've just been hit
in the face by some of the North Pole.

Say again, One-Niner.

- Thank you, One-Niner.
- I think we just had a lesson

in the famous not-to-be-believed
English summer weather.

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Attention, please. Final call...

- Oh, I'm sorry, sir.
- It's quite all right.

Good heavens. That's flight 19X.
That's boarding right now, sir.

Yes, it would be, wouldn't it?

[WOMAN SPEAKING IN FRENCH
OVER PA]

[WOMAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN
OVER PA]

STEVE: Howdy, girls.
SALLY: Hello.

You're in the from section.
I left your bag up there.

- Hi there.
MARGOT: How are you?

- By yourself?
SALLY: Go with Margot.

MARGOT:
Come on, I'll take you to your seat.

ALAN: Good evening.
- Good evening.

- Anywhere in the from section.
- Okey-doke. Thank you.

- Right there.
- Good evening.

That's in the back section there.

Seat belts, no smoking,
flight attendants.

Check, check, check.

- You just made it.
- Yes, of course.

Any seat. Just any seat back there.

- Thank you very much.
MARGOT: You're welcome.

Here.

Okay.

— Got it?
— Uh-huh.

ERNIE:
Let's get this show on the road.

Place the mask over your face
and breathe normally

until you're advised
it is not necessary.

Now, in accordance
with federal safety regulations,

the cabin stewardess will demonstrate
the use of the life jackets,

which are located under the seats.

B1.

Rotate.

B2, plus ten.

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
AOA, One-Niner-X-ray,

you're cleared to New York
via satellite direct,

then J-3-Bravo route,
climb and maintain flight level 370.

- Squawk code 2100.
- Gear up.

Departure frequency will be 124.1.
Over.

ERNIE: Roger, AOA One-Niner-X-ray
is clear to New York via satellite direct.

J-3-Bravo route.
Maintain flight level 370.

Squawk 2100, departure 124.1.

MAN: Roger, One-Niner-X-ray,
clear and correct.

Have a nice trip.

You know, I think maybe I'm gonna put
some black stone on the floor here

around the altar.

Very nice, if you're planning
to use it for a bar.

[CHUCKLES]

- That's a little nasty, isn't it, clear?
- Yes, I suppose it is.

I guess I'm just bloody tired
of the whole business.

It's your ancestral chapel
we're riding on, darling,

over $100 a mile.

You can afford it, Alan.

It's fortunate I can afford to save
something ancient and beautiful

when your family estates are becoming
condominiums and parking lots.

Well, maybe that isn't all bad.

You really want to quarrel,
don't you?

I'm sorry.

I guess I'm just a little edgy tonight.

- Here you go.
- Oh, thank you kindly.

Say, haven't I heard of you
somewhere, Mr. Holcomb?

Gee, honey, my business manager
would be disappointed if you hadn't.

I've been starring in a Western
in Italy.

My last one, Rim Rock,
made 15 mil.

No, I think I must have confused you
with someone else.

Mr. O'Neill.

I thought it only fair
to warn you that I'm on board.

Mrs. Pinder, I thought we had
all this out in English court.

And I came prepared to try it again
in an American court

Mrs. O'Neill, I cannot believe
that you would acquiesce

in the uprooting
of these priceless relics.

Please, leave me out of it.

Sacrilege. Sacrilege.

ALAN:
I hardly regard it as that.

You really don't know
what's down in that hold, do you?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Pinder,

but this forward section is reserved
for first-class passengers.

You'll regret it.

That's all I'm going to say.

[SHEILA SIGHS]

- Oh, my God.
MARGOT: I'm sorry, Mr. O'Neill.

Heh. It's all right.

I'd hoped that pan of it was over.

There's a cause for every crank
these days.

But if I'm gonna be attacked
by a lady crusader, I need a drink.

- Come on.
- Thanks, I'll stay here.

You know, you're really
a barrel of laughs tonight.

I imagine you'll find somebody
in the bar who is.

Alan.

I'm sorry.

Paul, why don't you cool it, huh?

Okay, I don't care.

- You know, this sounds a little off.
- Naturally.

Closer to heaven,
the more discordant.

Oh, man, why don't you just
put me on your back

and walk us across the water?

There was a time.

Now I'd sink.

[MANYA SIGHS]

Sir, you know
that's against the rules?

I'll tell you something.
I'm bored with rules.

Everything okay, Mom?

Well, my little girl's
just a teeny bit nervous.

But I'm sure once she's asleep——

[THUD]

It's okay, honey. I'll tell the captain,
no more bumps tonight.

What do you see, Frank?

Clear all round, negative on buildup.

Beats me
what that one could've been.

- Seat belts, captain?
- Save them.

They pay to walk around
this flying hotel.

Let's let them live a little.

Cornwall, 26.

Hmm. It's three minutes late.

Must be a headwind building
they didn't tell us about.

STEVE:
Something wrong, ma'am?

- It's just this gadget.
- Likely just the phones.

- Let's try some others.
- Please don't bother--

My pleasure. My name's Steve.
Believe yours is Sheila, am I right?

- Yes, but--
- Well, excuse me, Sheila.

Let's get this out of the way here.
Now I'll put these in.

There we go.

Right as rain.

If that ain't Dave Brubeck,
I'll buy you a drink.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Hey. That ain't Brubeck.

Doggone, if I don't owe you a drink.

I'll think about it, pard. Maybe later.

- You got a deal.
- Ha, ha.

[SIGHS]

How does it read on your side?

Miles from Cornwall Center, 24.

Correction, on mine now at 25.

Same here, so I guess
they must be working all right.

- Here, speed I read 630.
- Ditto.

Gyros check fine.

So, what do you make it?

Impossible.

In the last VOR, we're covering ground
about like a lady bicycle rider.

We must be booking a headwind
of 620 miles an hour.

- There's no such wind.
- That's right, there's no such wind.

So, what are we doing
right smack in it?

VOICE [OVER EARPHONES]:
Sheila.

[DISTORTED VOICES SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY OVER EARPHONES]

VOICES:
Sheila.

ERNIE: Cornwall Center,
AOA One-Niner-X-ray,

at assigned altitude 370.

We've got a small problem.

MAN [OVER RADIO]: Roger,
AOA One-Niner-X-ray, we see it.

Thought we'd fouled up here
on your position.

We haven't changed position
in ten minutes.

Problem seems to be a jet stream
dead-on, like at 600-plus.

Six-zero-zero? Come again.

We show winds aloft your facility
westerly at 70 knots.

Cornwall Center, I'm gonna maintain
my heading for two minutes more.

Not out of it then, request clearance
for 180 back to London.

Put that in the works, huh?

[SIGHS]

Let me ask you something.

Do you think we should
let our first-class tourist upstairs?

I don't know.
I've got one who's packing a flask.

Oh, no. Karate time.

Hey.

The air feels funny tonight.
Feels very funny.

Hey, lay off that, will you?
You know how I hate flying.

FRANK:
Coming up two minutes. Mark.

Cornwall Center, One-Niner-X-ray.
How am I for that turn?

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
You're cleared, One-Niner.

Thank you, Cornwall.
Starting 180 turn in one minute.

- Here you are, Mr. Farlee.
- Hmm.

You're the fella
that booked this flight, huh?

No, just the cargo hold.

Must have cost you plenty.

They charge by the pound
for this kind of freight?

I don't remember.
My people set it up.

If you have to ask,
you can't afford it, right?

Glenn Farlee.

Alan O'Neill.

We never met, but, uh, I know you.

You gave me a bid on a hotel I built
down in Orlando.

You were too high on that.
I didn't hire you.

That's how I made $7 million
in the last three years.

And I'll tell you,

I'd know how much this airplane
was costing me to the cent.

Well, I'm an architect,
not a businessman.

You're telling me.

This stuff you're shipping,

I heard the woman downstairs
giving it to you.

What is it, pan of a church?

They're remains of an old abbey.

It's been in my wife's family
for centuries.

We met a little resistance
when we took it.

Gotta pay to haul it away.

MARGOT:
Canapés?

Excuse me.

Hold your hats
and watch the miles go by.

We've got a 600-plus tailwind now.

Let's see, we ought to knock off
a ground mile in about three seconds.

We're not moving.

We've got a 600-mile tailwind,
and we're not moving.

Cornwall Center,
AOA One-Niner-X-ray.

Confirm squawk setting
at Alpha 2100.

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
We have your blip, One-Niner.

What the devil are you doing up there,
flying in circles?

Your position unchanged.

Cornwall Center, standby.
One-Niner.

SALLY:
What's up?

We're caught in a wind
like none there ever was.

We've done a full turnaround,

and it's still smacking our teeth
somehow.

Cornwall Center,
AOA One-Niner-X-ray.

We'd like a right turn to 090

and permission to descend to 260.

PAUL:
That's funny,

the lights aren't moving.

What?

Peculiar ugly illusion.

Motionless, suspended.

I run, I get nowhere.

Did you know this happens to be
the summer solstice,

Midsummer's Eve?

- Is that good or bad?
- It depends.

If you're a witch,
it's a night for bonfires, incantation.

Sounds like fun.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Beautiful moon tonight, huh?

That's the fifth turn I've counted.
What's going on?

Well, I don't think
there's any problem.

I fly my own plane, sweetheart
A custom jet.

They keep changing altitude
and power setting.

Now, be a good girl
and go find out what's happening.

Tell me, are you a very good architect,
Mr. O'Neill?

- I'm a very successful architect.
- Is that the same thing?

Hmm.

I used to think so.

You tell me now,
are you a very good model?

- How did you know I was a model?
- That's an easy one.

The way you're dressed,
choice of drinks, magazine,

the whole package.

Touché.

What's going on in here?
Anything we should know?

Look, and don't panic,
we've just got a little bit of a problem.

Like what?

It seems as if we're caught up
in this crazy kind of a jet stream.

It's as if we're hung up here
on a hook.

- Well, what does that mean?
- Look, we'll talk later.

You were right, Mr. Farlee,
there is a slight problem,

but nothing we can't handle.
I'll let you know as soon as I can.

Uh...

Well, I'm not gonna try
and figure it out.

It can't happen, but it has.

The wind, or whatever it is,
is affecting this plane only, just us.

I don't get it.

It's like being in a...

In a whirlpool.

We can't move in any direction.

Six hours and 20 minutes of fuel left.
We're burning it up.

Let's reduce to 200.
We're not going anyplace anyhow.

Let Margot know what's happening.

And tell her to break out more drinks
for the passengers, all they want.

Okay.

[BANGING]

[BARKING]

[VOICES CHANTING IN LATIN]

VOICE:
Sheila.

- What happened?
- She fainted.

I think she's sick.
She was pale and trembling.

- I'll get a cold cloth.
- Excuse me, please.

I'm a medical doctor, Dr. Enkalla.

[SPEAKING IN LATIN]

[SPEAKS IN LATIN]

[CONTINUES SPEAKING IN LATIN]

Latin, is it not?

Yes. Yes.

Is it serious?

ENKALLA: No. Merely an hysterical
episode of some sod.

Perhaps what would help her most
is some food.

Or am I speaking only of myself?

Oh, my, you're right.
We really are running behind.

Is it all right that I go?

- Yes, of course.
- Okay.

I should like the lady's husband present
when she returns to consciousness.

If you'd be so kind
as to look after her?

- Yes, of course.
- Yes.

She's a beautiful woman, isn't she?

Or are you just working on
a get-well prayer, Paul?

Heh. I was just thinking
I might become a doctor.

- Why?
- Why not?

I can be anything I want now.

And they have such a power
over women.

It's that, uh, paternal thing.

Except doctors are free to use it.

Manya, what's the matter?

You don't look well yourself.

I'm just sick
from watching you bleed.

What happened to me?

What did I do?

Nothing, you just fainted, that's all.

There's a doctor on board.

He says you're all right.
There's nothing serious.

Oh.

I'm sorry
to be such a bloody nuisance.

Not at all.

Gives me something else to do
besides get drunk. Heh.

I'm Paul Kovalik.

Thank you, Mr. Kovalik.
I'm grateful. Uh...

Has anyone told my husband?

Yes, the doctor went for him.

Did you know
that you were speaking Latin?

That's impossible.
I've never studied Latin.

[DOG GROWLING]

[DOG STOPS GROWLING]

- Sorry to spoil your good time.
- Oh, come on. Get off it, will you?

I've never known you to faint
from lack of attention.

I've never fainted, period.

Sir, if I were you,
I should not leave her alone tonight.

I don't intend to,
not that it's any of your concern.

- Alan, please.
- Excuse me. I presumed.

Ugh.

[WIND WHISTLING]

[SCREAMS]

No.

Help me!

Help me, please! Help!

Help me! Help me!

I heard it, I tell you.
Someone cried for help.

MARGOT:
Help me, please!

- Help!
- It's Margot.

- Well, here, let me at that thing, miss.
MARGOT: Help me!

Help me!

- Here, try this.
- Oh, thanks.

MARGOT: Help me, please!
- I'll give you an assist here.

STEVE:
Okay, doc.

MARGOT:
Help!

There's an emergency door on top.
Can you get it open?

STEVE:
I'm not sure.

MARGOT: Thank God.
STEVE: Whoo-whee!

It's cold down there.

- Come on up. Come on up, honey.
ENKALLA: Give you a hand here.

STEVE: We got you. Come on.
ENKALLA: There you are.

Easy does it. There.

- Are you all right?
- Yes, now.

- Oh, you're freezing.
- I know.

It's really nothing to worry about,
folks.

It's just your run-of-the-mill
airplane-elevator accident.

- Blowout in the cargo hold.
- Blowout?

MARGOT:
It's freezing, and there's a wind.

Hold it. Negative on that.

- What?
- Negative.

I tell you there's ice down there.
I saw it.

There's a wind howling.

No way, baby. If we did have
a blowout, you'd know it in zero flat.

Then where did the ice come from?
The wind?

Are you saying
it came from inside the plane?

But I heard something.
And then the elevator went out and--

Go down and take a look.
I'll be right there.

Now, honey, you pull yourself together.
I'm gonna need you.

Sheila.

My turn to say sorry.

Come on, honey, what is it?
What's the matter?

Alan, I'm frightened.

I think I may be...

I keep hearing strange things,
voices.

Some kind of chanting
I can't understand.

And then they call to me sometimes,
over and over.

You've been under a lot of stress.
It's my fault, I guess.

You do believe me, don't you?

I mean, you...?

You don't think I'm ill?

I don't know what to think.

STEVE: Howdy, captain, what's up?
Not leaving us, are you?

Yeah, we're gonna take a bus
and leave the driving to you.

[STEVE LAUGHS]

- Mr. O'Neill?
- Yes.

You don't have anything
in that shipment of yours

- we don't know about, do you?
- What do you mean?

Well, I don't know yet.

You don't have anything alive?

Well, of course not. Why?

Just curious about a little problem
we have down there.

Sorry.

ANNALIK:
Captain.

Um, is there anything wrong?

No, miss. Nothing serious.

PINDER:
Captain.

If you're going below, would you be
kind enough to speak to my dog?

His name is Damon.

- You know, to reassure him.
- Of course.

[DOOR BANGING]

ERNIE:
Well, Jim?

All right, I've got it open.

[GASPS]

[GRUNTS]

Try this again.

Watch your head.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Look at this. There's something
like moss on the bulkhead.

Hey.

He's frozen.

Ernie, get out.

Get out!

Jim?

[YELLS]

[DISTORTED VOICES
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

ERNIE:
Somebody, help me.

[ERNIE GROANING]

Help me.

Help.

- Help me.
- My word.

Stewardess.

Help him up.

MARGOT:
Oh!

Are you all right?

Get his coat off.

It's cold.

It's cold. Shut the door.

[MARGOT GAS PS]

- My word.
- Oh, my--

What happened?

Jim, he's dead.

The flight engineer.
He says he's dead.

How did it happen?

He's frozen.

The wind is--

The flight deck.
I've gotta get into the flight deck.

Help me.

Please don't mention anything
that's happened.

We must avoid a panic.

MANYA:
What happened?

The flight engineer has been killed.

- Jim's dead.
FRANK: What?

Something in the cargo hold
killed him.

- We don't know what.
- Oh, God.

Is the captain gonna be okay?

As far his physical wound
is concerned, yes.

As for the rest, I'm not sure.

There's something going on.
I wanna know what.

That elevator still stuck?

It's the flight engineer. He's dead.

What?

Something awful has happened
back there.

Oh, uh...

Here, try this.

Uh-oh.

Look at that.

[MANYA GASPS]

MANYA:
What is it?

Mr. Farlee.
Mr. Farlee, you can't come in here.

Where's the nearest field?
You gotta get us down and quick.

- The regulations won't permit--
- Don't play games with me, honey.

Regulations don't count now.

Your flight engineer is dead.
Your captain's hurt

There's something happening
to this airplane,

and I wanna know
what you're doing about it.

What's the matter with you?

Some kind of blowout in the hold.
You're doing nothing about it.

There's no blowout.
It would show on my instruments.

I don't give a damn
about your instruments. Do something.

You're the one that's gonna
do something, Farlee.

Get out of here, now.

Doc, what's happened to me?

Well, it sometimes known as shock.

You call this shock?

That is somewhat more difficult.

Your arm has been frozen
to the point of being burned.

Can you understand that?

But it's-- Wait.
Suppose the instruments are wrong.

If there was a blowout,
the loss of oxygen...

It could have caused hallucinations.

Well, respectfully, captain,

your arm is not
a generalized condition.

It could not relate
simply to the absence of oxygen.

It's more specific.

As though something incredibly cold
had touched you there.

I'll get my bag-

Frank, try Cornwall.

No use. The radio's out.

What about the backups?

They're out too.

Excuse me,
what's happening back here?

You ain't heard?

Just there's a little trouble
with the plane.

You do know, Mr. O'Neill.
You know very well.

Those things
which this man has taken,

removed from the soil where they have
rested for thousands of years.

Oh, lady,
whatever are you talking about?

They're sacred things.
They have their own powers.

That is what is happening to us.

Oh, come on.
I'm not gonna listen to this.

Paul, do you know
what she's talking about?

The Druadha, Mrs. Pinder?

Of course. The Druids.

Believe it or not, here we are
in the last half of the 20th century

under these circumstances,
and what are we worrying about?

The grotesque practices
of a primitive cult

that was stamped out
before the coming of Christ.

PINDER:
No, not entirely, Mr. Kovalik.

There are still Druids.

PAUL: Oh, yes, of course there are.
There are still witches and Satanists.

And those who believe
jimsonweed can make them immortal.

There's never been any shortage
of idiot things to believe in,

- or idiots to think them up.
- Stop it!

What have Druids got to do
with what's going on here?

Everyone on that heath knows
that legend.

They fed it for hundreds of years.

Inside the altar at Grove Abbey
was a Druid sacrificial stone.

That stone is on this plane.

STEVE:
Hey, lady.

Are you trying to tell me

that a piece of rock's got something
to do with killing the flight engineer?

The abbey was built
on a sacred grove of the Druids.

A place where they committed
human sacrifices

to the ancient gods of darkness,
cold wind.

"The old ones," they call them.

And every hundred years
at the summer solstice, they still...

Midsummer's Eve.

Paul,

you said that was tonight.

For all I know, it's Halloween.

How do you know all this stuff,
anyway?

Well, if it's any of your business,
I like to look at ruins.

Preferably religious ruins.

Why don't you just knock it off?

Confession is supposed to be
good for the soul, isn't it?

- Paul is a priest.
- Manya.

Was. I definitely was.

They have enough trouble
without me.

Okay. Okay, so he struck out
as a priest. So what?

What's that got to do with us?
With all this crazy business?

This lady's talking about demons
and spirits and stuff on this airplane.

Well, I'd sure like to get some answers,
and right quick.

Perhaps you are too eager
for answers.

Sometimes there are none.

The only magic I know

is that man can resist gravity
and fly at 37,000 feet.

I hope that makes you happy.
It hasn't me.

What would?

I'm gonna open a bottle of it
right now.

[PAUL CHUCKLES]

It might not make me happy,

but it will amuse me
to think of all of you back here

worrying about your lives

as though they were
of some impedance.

[DOOR BANGS]

He doesn't matter.

We have to find out what it wants.

Now, listen.
Whatever it is, it's back there.

So let's get everybody upfront
away from it.

Oh, miss.

Nobody goes back there
until this whole thing is cleared up.

- You understand? Nobody.
SALLY: Is everybody here?

Where's the little girl?

Come on, honey, we have to move.
Come on.

My baby.

Look, I'll get everything.
You run up front now, okay?

[BANGING NEARBY]

[SCREAMING]

VOICES:
Sheila. Sheila.

Sheila.

MARGOT: Sally!
- Wait.

MARGOT:
Sally.

Come on.

Put her down right here.
Watch her head.

Someone get me some blankets.
She's very nearly frozen.

Here's one. Here's one here.

[JODI WHIMPERING]

It's all right, sweetheart It's all right.

Come on over here with me.

Come on. It's all right.

The plane's breaking up.
There's a crack.

No structural break.
It's inside the plane.

I understand we're stuck up here.
You ought to demand your money back.

Wish I could find something funny
in all this.

Stick around. Maybe you will.

What, are you beyond fear
or are you just drunk?

[PAUL CHUCKLES]

Both. But if I were you, I'd worry more
about your fellow passengers

than whatever it is
you brought on board.

Come on.

- No. No.
- Sheila?

SHEILA:
No. No!

Sheila, what is it?

You're hearing something,
aren't you?

My wife has been hearing voices,

but she was treated for nervous
exhaustion a few weeks ago.

What do you hear?

SHEILA: I don't know. Voices.
They keep calling my name.

It stopped.

Do you remember
what you said when...?

When you fainted?

[SPEAKING IN LATIN]

Yes, I heard that. One of the voices.
What does it mean?

Well, do you know or don't you?

It's from a Black Mass.

A prayer? To the devil?

Or to that thing back there.

My wife is imagining things,
that's all.

- She's hearing voices.
- Manya.

Paul says she was reciting
a Black Mass.

What sounded like it.
I was probably wrong.

I was a worse scholar
than I was a priest.

It was a man's voice, wasn't it?

Yes.

PINDER:
Do you know who that was, my dear?

In 1407 Lord Contin,

the owner of the land
on which the abbey stood,

your ancestor,

was burned at the stake
for heresy and murder.

He had worshiped the Druid gods,

offered human sacrifices,
members of your own family.

- And now the old ones...
- Will someone shut her up?

...you're the one they want!

You're the sacrifice they demand.

[SHEILA SOBBING]

GLENN:
Maybe she's right.

What else can it be?

Everything's gone crazy.

You know all about these things.
You were a priest, weren't you?

- What can we do?
- Heh, heh.

You don't want a priest, Mr. Farlee.
You want a parachute. Heh.

Don't you laugh at me.

You lousy drunk.
What good are you, anyway?

The sacrifice... The child.

- Where's the child?
- Have you gone crazy?

No.

No! Please!

Perhaps we could offer it this.

You mean like voodoo.
You want to offer the doll instead of--

My God, that's hideous.

- We need to dress it.
- It needs something of Mrs. O'Neill's.

- You can't do this.
- You stay out of it.

But I understand
what's happening here.

I'm the only one that does.

I'm warning you, it won't work.
You'll only make things worse.

- It will work.
- It's worth trying. Anything is.

Is this yours?

- Give me wife's things.
- No, Alan, don't.

You got us into this.
You brought that thing aboard.

- Now, stay out of it or you'll get hurt
- Out of my way, Farlee!

This will do.

We need something more.

You know.

Tell us, or are you too good,
too holy for this?

Too holy?

My dear Manya, you of all people
should know better than that.

- We need some of her hair.
ALAN: No.

- Mister.
- No, Alan, let them. It doesn't matter.

ALAN:
Let them?

It doesn't matter.

And some of your fingernails.

Annalik, hold these.

There.

[ERNIE GRUNTS]

Here, take another painkiller.

Might as well. No use saving them.

I know what you're thinking,
but what could I do?

She wouldn't let me help.

Mr. O'Neill, I would never dream
of sitting in judgment on another.

VOICE:
Sheila.

It's working. It's working.

I heard them down there.
Charming bunch of people.

[SHEILA COUGHS]

I think that thing only wants me.

They'll believe anything now that offers
them the barest hope of survival.

And they'll do anything,
no matter how stupid or bestial.

Homo sapien in all his glory.

Do you really hate yourself
that much?

[CHUCKLES]

I always wait for that.

The defrocked priest,
delight of the armchair analyst.

"Where did you lose your faith?"
I didn't. It lost me. Heh.

I'm frightened. Can you help me?

I'm sorry, I'm fresh out.

- Aren't you afraid?
- Of dying?

I gave that up
along with the rest of my illusions.

I don't understand you.
Those are only words.

Words, yes.
We talk a lot in the Church.

It keeps us from asking
why we can't have one sign,

one tiny infinitesimal sign,
to sustain us in the darkness.

To touch, to see.

Father...

Don't look to me.

I have nothing.

I'm no help.

Find your own way.

Look, the doll.

[SCREAMING]

PINDER:
It didn't work. Nothing will.

You have to go down there.
You have no choice.

Why? Why?

Because it's you that they want.

You're afraid of them, the old ones,

because you think of them as evil,
but you're wrong.

They're spirits of nature.

The force that holds this plane
is as old as the world itself.

And aren't you a pan of nature?

You are as much from the earth
as the sacred stones below.

Why should you fear something

that is natural and irresistible?

[PAUL CHUCKLES]

You hear that, Sheila?
There's no problem.

You're a tree, a rock.
How simple it is.

And those feelings
you have in your gut,

love, fear, all nothing more than
the stirrings of atoms and molecules.

What a pathetic excuse you are
for a man.

How do you set yourself
above anything?

You, who betrayed
your own pitiful faith.

"Pitiful," Mrs. Pinder?
And what are you selling?

Powers that were old
when this universe was young.

Powers that you no more can
withstand than an ignorant savage.

A fire, Mrs. Pinder? Is that it?

No.

The way the ancients held off
the demons on Midsummer's Eve?

They built a bonfire
at the highest hill.

We're at 20,000 or 30,000.
That ought to be high enough.

And then those poor
ignorant savages

would huddle around the light
and smoke and pray for the dawn.

At the first shaft of sunlight,
demons go back to hell,

or wherever it is they come from.

Yes, a fire.

A fire for the burning of witches.

ALAN:
A fire.

- Will fire work?
- Ask her?

You fool.

You've given them hope for nothing.

We've gotta make a fire.

[VOICES SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY]

[VOICES CHANTING IN LATIN]

No!

No, no!

ENKALLA: She appears to be
in some son of coma.

- You can't burn the plane to save it.
- Get those ventilators up.

I asked you, when is the sunrise?

Three forty-two out here.
I wouldn't count on seeing it.

Maybe we could climb to meet it.

Catch it as it comes over
the rim of the world.

Oh, what is this rim-of-the-world jazz?
We climb, we burn more fuel.

Ernie, if there's any chance at all,
we ought to try it.

Going to full power.

Come downstairs. You've gotta help.

- What?
- Come on.

GLENN:
The pillows. Get those pillows.

There's more liquor upstairs. Get it.

Paper, over there.

Savages.

Yes, frightened savages
waiting to be led.

And they will be led,
into darkness or into light.

Be my guest.

Would that I had that strength
of purpose.

But I have only words,
and they are far beyond that now.

STEVE:
That's it.

There's nothing more we can do!

You wanna know what's gonna
happen to you, just look in there.

There's one more thing.

It's down to this.

One life against how many?

All of us.

The doll worked, the fire worked.
It just wasn't enough.

Get back.

Get back!

The fire... The fire is going out.

You gotta go back there.
You gotta do it for the rest of us.

Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!

Let me go!

[JODI SCREAMING]

Let me go!

Jodi. Jodi.

Help me.

Help me. Help me.

You stay out of this, pal.

[JODI SOBBING]

JODI:
Help me.

VOICES:
Sheila.

Sheila.

Sheila.

No.

No!

Please.

[BANGING NEARBY]

[VOICES CHANTING IN LATIN]

The sun. I can see the sun!

Paul, we're going to make it.
Don't go any further!

No, I've got to see.

Paul! Come back!

[VOICES SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING]

No, no!

ERNIE:
Blowout! Decompression!

Mayday! Mayday!

[PANTING]

ERNIE [OVER PA]:
All right, everybody,

we've reached an altitude
where it's safe to breathe.

You can take your masks off now.

Feeling better? Hmm?

Let's see.

Yes, you're gonna be all right.

SHEILA:
Alan, no.

Mrs. Pinder.

Mr. O'Neill.

What happened?

My dog.

My beautiful dog.

I'm sorry.

Cornwall Center,
AOA One-Niner-X-ray.

Please give us priority clearance for
emergency landing with full standby.

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
Roger, AOA One-Niner-X-ray.

Do you want clearance
for instrument landing?

Negative, Cornwall. Negative.

No instruments.

I don't understand.

Why did he do it?

For those people?

You talked to him last.

Why?

Perhaps somehow,
it was a final act of faith.

If there are devils,
there must also be gods.

I don't know. I have no thoughts.