All language subtitles for Flight.Of.The.Living.Dead.2007.1080p.BluRay.x264-[YTS.AM]

My flesh and bone, not my own

You have changed me to my core

Took control of my soul

lam not me anymore

I'm gone

Now you live on

I, I'm among the dead

Blood don't reach my head

Suffering what you made me become

Seepin' in my skin

Darkness deep within

Can I come back from among the dead?

I, I'm among the dead

Blood don't reach my head

Suffering what you made me become

Seepin' in my skin

Darkness deep within

Bring me back from among the dead

How are things back there?

Oh, it's fine. Slow.
I'm glad we're only a quarter full.

Same up here. Did you hear something
about the weather front?

Yeah. These things used to bother me.

The weather?

No.

That we're gonna be delayed
getting into Paris.

He he he!

Please tell me you plan
on getting some sleep tonight.

Oh, I can promise you
we'll be in bed early.

Ha ha ha, ha ha ha!

Emily, why don't you go out with us?
It'll be so fun.

Wow. Paris at night.

Zee Champs Elysees, zee clubs,

- zee mademoiselles.
- I will be busy.

Now, if you'll please excuse me, ladies,
I've got some work to do.

- OK.
- That's a hint.

- Yeah!
- Aye, aye.

So what's the deal with the special cargo?

It was some last-minute, top-level

government contractor shipment.

It says there's an armed guard in the hull.

That's a first.

- What are we carrying?
- I'm not sure I wanna know.

Well, looks like
all the signatures check out,

so we are free to drop it with the 8.0.0.

All right, it says here if there
are any abnormalities

involving the cargo area...

Wha... Abnormalities?

We're to contact a Dr Bennett
and Dr Sebastian.

These were the guys
that secured the cargo.

They're in first class.

Abnormalities.

I'm glad this is my last flight.

Yeah.

Lucas, you need to settle down.

No, you're not listening!

We could lose Kelly,
and I won't let that happen.

- Do you underst...
- Would you calm down?

You're makin' a scene here.

Now, I told you,
I will bring Kelly out of stasis

when we have a controlled environment,
not before.

We all know this is highly unorthodox.

We had to move quickly.
This is our...our only way out.

Unorthodox?

Hey, she would have died,
and we saved her.

If we hadn't intervened, she'd be dead.

You goddamn well know that.

Now, were we able to reach our friend?

Kolinsky's made all the arrangements
for the transport,

- and we'll see him in Prague.
- In Prague?

I thought we had a lab set up in Toulon?

Crazy. Our files have been hacked.
That'll be the first place they look.

We are running out of time!

There have always been risks,
but think of the good we are doing.

We will save loved ones.
We will bring them back.

It's why we all have sacrificed.

Kelly knew the risks goin' into this.

Ah, that's easy for you to say.
That's not your wife down there, is it?

- Is it?!
- Shh. Calm down.

Sit down. Sit down.

Come on. Come on.

That's it. Now, listen, I know how you feel.
I really do.

But do you, for one minute,
think I don't know what's at stake here?

My entire company depends on
the success of this project

and I am less concerned
about losing one life

than I am of saving thousands.

So I'm not gonna let you or your wife,

or some petty little bureaucrat
jeopardize this project.

So shut the fuck up
and get back to your seat

because this subject is closed for good.

Are we clear on this, doctor?

We're clear.

Excuse me.

He's not gonna let this go.

Don't worry about it.

Dr Thorp will not be leaving Paris,

not with us at any rate.

Excuse me, Miss...
I'll, er, take a rum and Coke, please.

Oh, sorry, Burrows.
Rude of me. Make that two.

Right.

How about a Coke?

If a little bit of Bacardi
were to find its way in there

it would be our little secret, huh?

Er, yes.

Anything for you, Mr...

Er, Burrows, Truman. But, no, thank you.

And I'm Frank, Frank Lee Strathmore.

It's a name rich with tradition.

MY, elm-My family...

She doesn't need to know
your family history, Frank.

Look, I don't expect to be tied up long.

Just a couple of parking ticket
kind of things, really.

I mean, how about you and I
meet at the Eiffel Tower around midnight?

I'm sorry to disappoint you

but, er, Frank here,
he's gonna be a little busy.

That's OK.

Truman, if you guys need anything,
let me know, OK?

Thank you.

OK.

Truman?

Truman, hmm.

I guess that pretty well does it for me.

Looks like if you play your cards right,
she could be cuffin' you later.

Mmm. Ha ha.

You're gonna shut up and drink your Coke.

- Hey, guys.
- Hey.

My God, you are are lovely.

Stewardess, do you think
I could get some sugar with my coffee?

Down, boy.

So, is Ally packed?

Aw, she's been packed for five years.

The legendary Ray Bashore retiring.

So, why isn't she with you
on your final flight?

She insisted on staying home
to get things ready for our trip.

Oh. So, where are you two going?

Summer vacation with the grandkids,

then we're on a slow ocean cruise
to Alaska,

just the two of us.

That's so romantic.

Yeah, the ocean cruise maybe,
but the kids?

Ooh, sounds like a nightmare.

Hey... That's great Ray, really.

Thank you.

Looks bad ahead, huh?

Oh, not to worry.

Boring flight, boring flight.

So, I can't wait to go shopping
at Chanel in Paris.

Courtney says that we have
to go to Cartier first

and then we can go to...

Yeah. Well, I can't wait
to go surfing in Biarritz.

- Surfing?
- Oh, yeah, we're goin' surfin'.

- You can go surfing.
- Good.

You and that slut Jackie can go surfin'
all you want.

Whoa. Hey, Tony's my friend, all right?

Mm-hm.

We're here to surf, and you know that.

And, hey, his girlfriend's a total bitch

and you know that.

What the hell is it with you two?

I don't like her, OK?

Whatever, OK.

Whatever yourself.

Hey, yo, Tone.

- Yeah?
- Gotta go long, buddy.

Oh.

Nice.

Oh, 0h!

- It hurts to get scored on.
- Jeez, Peter, stop it!

Thank you.

Child.

Whoa. Nice toss.

Hey!

I'll give it back to you
when I'm done playing with it.

Hey-

Dude, she cannot take the ball.

Obviously, she can.

Nice toss.

- Er, excuse me, Mr Freeman?
- Yeah?

Er, could I...
Could I get your autograph?

Oh, yeah. Sure, sure.

That...That final putt
on the last day of The Masters?

Man, that was poetry.

- Oh, poetry, huh?
- Yeah.

All right. Here you go.
Thank you.

- Thanks, Mr Freeman. Thanks a lot.
- No problem.

Why can't they just leave us alone?

You told me this was a trip away from golf
and everything that goes with it.

I know, and it is.

Look, I promise
that for the rest of the trip

I'm just gonna be
plain old Billy, all right?

You won't even know Long Shot exists,
I promise you that.

OK.

Love that smile.

- Excuse me, Mr Freeman.
- Yeah?

Captain Bashore would love to meet you.

When he has a break later in the flight
would you mind if he stops by for a visit?

Yeah. It's not a problem. Thank you.

Great.

You know, while you're at it,

if you're done fawning over my husband,

I'd love another Bloody Mary.

Anna.

William, I'm on vacation.

I'll get your drink right away, Mrs Freeman.

Yeah, and make sure you put
some vodka in it this time,

'cause that's how I like to tee off.

Hey-

There's no reason to be so rude, all right?

Oh. You know, I'm sure there's
someone back in coach

that hasn't got your autograph yet.

Well, maybe I'll go back there
and give it to him.

You knew what you were gettin'
into when you married me.

L thought I did.

Yeah, you just keep twirling
that little putter of yours,

'cause that's all you're gonna
be twirling on this trip.

Wasn't so little last night, was it?

You know you've got the wrong man.

Yeah.

That's why Interpol has your picture
all over the internet.

It's a classic case of mistaken identity.

Yeah.

Hey-

Hey-

Burrows, you can't treat me like this.

I'm not guilty.

It's not fair, bouncing me all over the world

to stand trial here and there
for something I did not do.

I'm not guilty.

I'm not guilty.

No, I have a clear conscience.
I'm...I'm not guilty.

Yeah.

What is it going to take
to convince you I'm innocent?

An act of God.

Now shut up before I make you eat
that flotation device you're sittin' on.

Mmm.

Here we go.

We can fly around it, but not above it
and this is a huge system.

It's about 150 miles east and west
of course,

so it looks like either way we go,
we are screwed.

It's either that,
or we fly all the way back around,

but that's gonna add 30 minutes
to our flight at least.

Hmm... Paris weather is not good
for our arrival.

I'm gonna deviate left
and thread the needle.

That gap might be our only shot
at getting around this system

without landing for fuel.

Folks, looks like it's gonna
get a little bumpy ahead.

Like you to remain in your seats
and wear your seatbelts.

Probably be through this
in ten or fifteen minutes.

Thank you very much.

Oh! Ow! Ow!

OW! OW! Oh! Oh!

- Oh, God!
- Did you hear that?

Something must have shifted and fell.

As you know, Mr Madison,
a combined strike team of the CIA and FBI

seized the headquarters
of Medcon Labs in Los Angeles.

A number of arrests were made,

but we've been unable to determine
the whereabouts of four key individuals.

The first one, Dr Leo Bennett.

He's a head research scientist
and founder of Medcon,

noted for his work with retroviruses
and synthetic biology.

He was investigated two years ago
for illegal cloning research.

Unfortunately, that investigation
failed to produce any indictments.

So far, I've seen nothing
that warrants disturbing the President.

Can we get to the point here?

Look, we're trying to reconstruct
Bennett's hard drive

and we think there is cause for alarm.

We believe Leo Bennett is responsible

for the development of a new strain
of the malaria virus,

and the containment and transportation
of Dr Kelly Thorp.

Malaria?

Initially, we thought it was malaria.

However, we discovered
that it's something new...

something different.

Bennett obtained a DNA sample
from a mosquito

native to a remote area in Vietnam,

which had a 100 percent
mortality rate within seconds,

which then regenerates
that same organism

for a few seconds or longer,
depending upon the subject organism.

What Bennett has developed is a mutation

of this same mosquito virus
to restart major organs

for an indefinite period of time.

So, what you're saying is
that his virus kills organs

and then brings them back to life?

Not just organs.

He apparently was experimenting
on the resurrection

of the entire human body after death.

Oh, impossible. I can't go to the President
with this. Jerry, come on.

From what we've uncovered,
we believe he's succeeded.

Oh! Oh! Help me.

Oh...0h!

Aah!

Hello?

What...

What is going on?

What is happening to me?

Aah!

0h...oh...

Aah...

Aah-haa!

Aah! Aah!

Goddamn it.

Jesus.

What now?

We got electrical
and communication problems.

And we just had a temperature drop
in the cargo hold.

This is Concord 2-3-9 to base.

This is Concord 2-3-9
to base.

Great. No radio and this crap
for the next hour. Perfect!

What the hell is wrong with you?!

I'm sick.

I need help. I need help!

I'm a scientist with Medcon Labs.

Where the hell is Dr Bennett?

Aah! Aah!

I need to talk to someone!

I'm coming out! Don't shoot!

Come out. I won't shoot.

Aah!

Aah!

What the fuck? Fuck. Where is she?

Oh, God! Help!

I'm gonna go to the bathroom.

OK.

Hey, will you grab me a Diet Coke
on the way back?

- Sure, honey.
- Thanks, babe.

Check out that dime.

Wow. That is one hot little be-otch.

Uh-huh.

Ow! Fuck, that hurt!

- Oh, hi, honey.
- Busted.

So, I guess that mid-flight blowjob
is out of the question?

Such a Pig-

Sweetheart?

What?

Did you see that?

- Come here.
- He he he!

Erm...

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What? What's wrong?

I mean, what if somebody sees us?

What are you talk... We're in a bathroom.
What are you talking about?

No. I... You know what I mean.

You're Peter's best friend.

So what?

Oh! I'm sorry.

Oh, pardon me, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to scare you.

- No. It's OK. I wasn't paying attention.
- I'm sorry.

Sir, you actually,
you need to take your seat.

The "fasten seatbelt" sign is on.

Yeah, yeah, erm...

Can I get you some more coffee? OK.

Yes, thank you.

You're welcome.

Er, "Mee-gan," rhymes with vegan.

- I was a vegan...
- Yeah?

...for two days.

- "Mee-gan" Vegan... Ha!
- It's actually "Meh-gan."

"Meh-gan." Oh, no, I knew that. Erm...

- Sir, you actually need to take your seat.
- OK. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I just...You need to be more careful.
I mean, people sneakin' up on you.

There's strange people here.
You never can tell

what's gonna happen on these flights.

- Sir, you need to take your seat.
- OK. Thanks, thanks.

- You're welcome.
- Buckle up.

Yes.

Jesus.

Ha! Wow.

Cool, huh?

Yeah.

Maybe this little diversion

will keep my mind off
your tasteless, cheap suit.

Would you feel better
if I was in a bitch-ass orange jumpsuit,

like the one you're gonna be wearing
the rest of your life?

There you go getting nasty again,
when I am merely offering a criticism

of this sartorial horror show you call a suit.

However, I do like the shirt.

Does it come in a man's style?

And for your information,
the jumpsuits in France

are a sort of burgundy, yeah.

Oh, you should look nice in that colour.

Now I know what colour corsage to get you
when big Pierre makes you his wife.

Someone sounds a wee bit jealous.

Yeah!

_ Aah!
_ Aah!

_
'Oh!

. Ow!
. Ha!

Ow!

Anna.

I'm gonna descend a little.

Is it over yet?

Let's find out.

- This is Randy.
- It's Stacy.

L...l think some of the passengers
might have been hurt.

How bad?

- I don't know. It's a mess down here.
- Well, we'll do the best we can.

Just stand by.

Looks like we're OK for a few minutes.

Give 'em the go-ahead to check.
Let me know what's what.

Well, folks, we apologize

for the heavy turbulence
we just experienced.

It appears as though
we're clear for the moment.

However, we're travelling through
some unstable air, so, as a precaution,

I would like you to remain in your seats
for the time being.

At this time, I would only like
our flight attendants

up and about the cabin.

Thank you.

Would you make sure everyone's all right?

Then have one of the doctors,
er, Bennett or Sebastian,

check the cargo situation out with you.

The cargo?

I'll get my tools.

Is she OK?

It's her head.

Looks like Tony got hurt.

Damn.

You all right, dude? You take one?

Fucking bag hit me in the head.

Come on, that was fun. It's just turbulence.
My God, don't be such a baby.

- It didn't hit you.
- Relax.

What is your problem, girl?

Oh, are you scared we're gonna crash?

Relax, bitch. Enjoy the ride.

Whoa, Jesus, pipe down, you psycho.

- Shut up.
- What the hell's wrong with you?

- Hey!
- What?

You are a psycho.

You know, and you're a fucking skank.

I am so sick of your shit!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Bring it.
- Fuck off!

- Hey, come on!
- Stop it! Everyone just calm down.

Take your seats.

And you take your seats, too.

Take your seats.

What is wrong with you?

We have several warning lights

we don't usually get,
even with this weather.

It's probably nothing,
but we should look just to see.

I agree.

- Why don't you two go with him?
- Both of us?

Right.

Well, whoever's going,
meet me by that exit door.

It usually takes a few minutes
to get down there

and there's no easy way to go.

Goddamn it. I told you.

- I told you both.
- Hey, hey, hey, calm down.

Just go check on our passenger.

If it was a malfunction,
Kelly might be dead.

Yeah, listen, don't take your eye off him.
Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid.

Are you guys OK?

I'm fine.

But, er, do you think we can
move up to business class?

- I mean, the plane's really empty and all.
- He's kidding. We're fine.

- OK.
- Thank you.

Hey, I am trying to help you out here.

She wants you. Make your move.

GO, boy! go'

I'm sorry if this is a problem.

No problem. We'll take care of it.

It could be dangerous.

Only if you're afraid of the dark.

Come on, Burrows.

I need to go to the sandbox.

- What?
- I gotta pee.

No. You heard the P.A.
Sit down and hold it.

Fine.

Oh, if you should happen to feel
something warm,

just move a little to your right.

You're like a five-year-old.

Come on, let's go.

Oh!

- Easy. Take it slow.
- Yes, of course!

Burrows?

Burrows?

Mr Burrows?

Truman.

Oh, my God.

All right, gentlemen. Here we go.

Oh, my God. Truman.

Oh...

Truman?

Mmm?

What?

Mmm... Mmm...

Oh.

Oh.

Aw, that little shit.

Flight deck.

Captain, this is Megan at door Four-L.

We've got a problem back here.

OK. How bad is it?

Mr Burrows, the cop who brought
the prisoner on board,

was knocked out cold,
and his prisoner is missing.

Excuse me. You guys seen a, er,
funny-lookin' skinny guy,

blue sweatshirt, turtleneck,
walk through here?

- No.
- No? No? All right.

Well, that explains
the communication problem.

Frey? Dr Tharp'.!

Kevin!

Frey's not in the jump seat.

My God.

This can't be happening.
We need to get out of here now!

- Come on! We need to seal the hatch now!
- What's wrong?

Come on!

Lucas.

Kelly. Oh, God.

No! Aah!

Aah!

No!

Aah! Aah!

Tony?

Tony?

Asshole.

Boo! Ah, ha ha ha!

Don't scare me like that.

- What? Where the tuck are you goth'?
- Ow , that hurts.

And don't use that kind
of language around me, either.

Over here. Come over here.

Hey, you two.

You need to be in your seats
with your belts fastened.

Why don't you make yourself
a fuckin' sandwich while you're at it?

What have you done?

You son of a bitch,
what have you brought on board?!

Take your seats, everyone!
Please take your seats!

OK, if everyone could just calm down.
Please take your seats now.

Do you know what's goin' on?

Ray, open up!

What's wrong? Randy!

Ray, bring the plane down!
Ray, bring the plane down!

Bring the plane down right now,
or we're all gonna fuckin' die!

Oh, shit.

Tell me what the hell happened
down there.

It's the fucking... The fucking...
The fucking scientists...

they let something
out of the cargo hold.

What are you talking about?
Where are the doctors?

They're dead! All right, they're dead!

- Sit down!
- Look at me, man!

Everyone's gonna fuckin' die!
They killed 'em!

Sit down and calm down!

Sit down!

Now! Sit down!

What happened to you?

Listen to me.

Just listen to me, Ray.

- If you don't land this plane now...
- Slow.

...you, me, Emily...

everybody on this
fucking plane is gonna die.

You know I can't bring her down
without warning and no place to land.

Think about it!

There is something...

...that's not human down there, man,

and it's gonna kill everybody on board
unless we land this plane.

So whatever you do,
I don't care how you do it...

- Look, I need you to calm down.
- Just find a place, Ray,

and land the fucking plane!
Find a piece of straight fuckin' road!

This storm isn't helping our situation.
If it's clear, we can try to cross,

but I'm turning around
and heading back.

There's a TSA man aboard.

Find out which passenger he is
and get him up here!

NOW!

Ray...

Are you sure that's the guy?

OK, they're dead...

and you say whatever
killed them wasn't human.

I know it sounds insane.

I saw this happen.

I mean, those things...
I mean, they ripped those men apart

and they were eating them.

You said there was a fugitive on board.

Is it possible you saw him down there?

No. I told you, there were two of them
and these...

These things aren't human.

You know what? I'm gonna go find out
what was in those containers.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna go talk to that asshole, Bennett,
because he knows.

Sit down.

I'll check it out.

I'll report back.

Everything OK? OK.

Any sign of him?

No.

- How's your head?
- Er, better than my ego.

Aw, come on, he can't hide forever.

As soon as the turbulence settles,
I'm gonna look for him some more.

Don't go alone.

Why? Is he dangerous?

Well, he's probably never owned
a weapon before,

but he's more of a con artist than anything.

What did he do? Can you tell me?

Erm... He posed as an accountant,

skimmed $35 million off the Russian mob,

stole their jet, crash-landed it,
and we finally caught up to him.

Everybody wants him.

Wow.

Why are you taking him to Paris?

Oh!

Are you OK?

I'm OK.

You should take your seat.

OK. Be careful.

- OK.
- All right.

Hey, take a look at this.

I think I found Concord 2-3-9.

Nobody's been able to reach them
for over an hour.

Los Angeles dispatch,
this is Yellowknife Centre.

I believe I have your Concord 2-3-9
on my screen.

It's in the middle
of two huge weather fronts

and transponder indicates it's off course.

No. No radio contact yet. I'll try now.

Concord 2-3-9, Yellowknife Centre.

Concord 2-3-9, Yellowknife Centre.

Los Angeles dispatch.

I need you to put this
on speakerphone right away.

Yes, I understand.

I repeat, you must tell 2-3-9 to return
to U.S. airspace.

The Canadian government
will not permit them to land

or continue to fly in their airspace.

This decision has come

from the highest level
of the Canadian government,

as well as the U.S. State Department
and the CDC. Is that clear?

Can you tell me what it is
you're transporting in the cargo hold?

I'm sorry.

My cargo is a highly classified project
linked to our nation's security

and you don't have
the necessary clearance.

I'm with the TSA, Federal Air Marshal.
I need to know what's down there.

Well, how fortunate for us

to have a man
of your obvious talents aboard.

You seem a bit nervous, doc.

Is everything all right?

I just don't like flying.

Hmm... Isn't it true your two colleagues

accompanied the co-pilot
down to the cargo hold

because there was some problem?

No, no problems.

No problem?

Just a routine in-flight inspection.

Routine.

What I can tell you,
while my cargo isn't dangerous,

it is highly perishable
and extremely valuable,

so the cargo area is off-limits
to unauthorized personnel.

- Well, can you tell me...
- No, I'm sorry.

I've said more than I should have already.

You Burrows?

- Yeah.
- I'm Paul Judd, TSA.

I believe your prisoner's in the cargo hold.

Ready?

Hey, Frank!

Frank!

Frank, get out here!

Dr Tharp'. Dr Sebastian'.!

Anybody out there?

That's a lot of blood.

Somebody was in trouble.

Yeah, if it's Frank's, he needs help now.

Check that out.

Looks like he escaped through the ducts.

I don't know.

That's an awful lot of blood
for a skinny little shit like Frank.

You go that way. I'll go this way.

Meet back in five.

All right.

Hey, Frank?

You there, buddy?

Now, why don't you come on out
and talk to me, man?

Everything's all right. It's cool.

We can just talk. It's just me.

Frankie?

I'm gonna kill that little shit.

All right!

I'm comin' up.

Yes?

You're sure?

Outstanding. Thank you, Lieutenant.

We have located Bennett and his team.

Hallelujah.

Aw...

Oh...

oh!

You know, Frank, sometimes
this job is really boring.

This is not one of those times, bud.

You're makin' this real exciting.

Oh!

Son of a bitch.

Paul?

Frank?

Raah!

Get off!

Raah!

Aah!

- Oh, my God!
- Oh, my God, I'm gonna be sick!

Oh, my God!
Cara, where the fuck are you goin'?

Where are you... What the fuck?

Tony, this bitch just got shot, dude.

There's fuckin' bullets
comin' from somewhere.

Oh, no. Oh, my God.

Oh!

Please take your seats. Everything is fine.
Take your seats, OK?

Please take your seats.
Everything's fine.

Thank you.

Ray, it's total chaos down here.

There were gunshots or something
that freaked out the passengers.

Aah!

Aaah!

Aah! Aah-ha! Aah!

Emily!

Go. Take the gun.

Oh.

Oh...

oh!

Oh, God, this can't be happening.

Get back.

Go back to your seats and stay there!

Go back!

Aah!

Move, move, move, move!

Aah!

Get out of my way! Cara! Cara!

- Cara, open the door!
- What's going on here?

Move! Cara!

Aah! Aah!

Hold on, Cara! I'm coming! Cara!

Aah!

Aah!

Go!

Oh, shit.

- Dude, what the...
- Get back! Get back! Get back!

- Get back!
- Get out of here! Get out of here!

- Oh, my God!
- Cara!

- Cara! Cara!
- Stay right there! Stay back there!

What the fuck, dude? What is this?

Christ!

Holy shit!

Get off him! Get off him! Get off him!

Aah! Aah!

What is this shit?!

Help me!

Aah!

Aaah!

Aah!

Aah! Aah! Aah!

Fuck! What the fuck?

What the fuck was that?

Please, please!

Please go back to your seats!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God, Tony, what happened?

What the fuck happened?

Please take your seats.

Flight deck.

Ray, something's happened down here.

Something attacked one of the passengers

and he's dead.

You got to get us down, Ray.

Oh, my God.

- Megan, listen to me.
- No, no, you don't understand.

There's blood everywhere,
and...and...and Stacy...

and one of the other passengers was hurt.

How did it happened? Who attacked?

I don't know. Maybe the escaped prisoner?
I can't think of anyone else.

Look, Megan, we've turned around
and we'll land the first place we can find.

And the only way back
is through the centre of the storm.

You need to get the passengers
back to their seats now.

OK.

Ow.

Oh...

I'm scared, Meg.

Raah!

Oh, God!

God!

- Raah!
- Aah!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Aah! Aah!

Aah! Fuck!

Shit! Oh!

Get off! Help me!

Help me! Help me!

Oh, shit! They're gonna kill us all!

I should go check on the passengers.

Open this door! Help me!

For Christ's sake, they're gonna kill us all!

Open this fuckin' door!

Goddamn it! Help me!

Aah!

Aah! Aah! Aah!

Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Hey, hey, what's gain' on'?

- Oh, shit!
- Doc, what's goin' on, man?

Oh, shit! I can't explain!
We got to get out of here!

- They're gonna kill us!
- Hey! Calm down!

Tell me what's goin' on.
Calm down. What is goin' on?

We need to hide. We need to hide!
We need to get outta here!

Be very quiet. Don't let them come get us!

Raah!

- Come on.
- What happened?

Bill, where are you going?

Come on, come on! Go!

- Where?
- The back galley. The floor's two-feet thick.

- It's the only safe place.
- No, I can't. I can't. My wife is upstairs.

Oh, shit.

Well, get her and get back there
as soon as you can.

Come on, now! Come on!

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

Raah!

Come on!

Aah! No!

- Hey, hey, you go.
- Tell me something.

- Help me get this open.
- What's going on?

It's the only place we can find.

- Hey, shh! Shh!
- Tell me something.

Be quiet. Good, good, good.

Hey, you, you get in there.

- Wait!
- See if you can see anything.

Go on. Get up. Get up.

Do you see anything?
Do you see anything?

- OK, be very quiet.
- Come on, baby.

Gimme a hand. Gimme a hand.

Goddamn it.
You know you fucked up, right?

Asshole.

Stacy?

No...Oh!

Oh!

- Duck!
- Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Oh, my God.

You all right? No bites? No...

We thought... We thought...

What? That it was me gnawing
on all the passengers?

- No. I'm a vegetarian.
- Raah!

Raah!

Ugh!

Hey! Let go of me!

The overall feeling
among the scientists working on this

is that we're dealing
with a serum transfer virus.

This virus is without a known vaccine
or cure,

but this type virus transfer
is only through bodily fluid,

and then most effectively

blood from an infected victim
enters a cut or saliva.

The Medcon scientists believed
they could make this work,

despite the side effects
that are being brought back from the dead.

In fact, they looked upon
these side effects as a benefit.

Let me paraphrase these notes
that we found on Dr Bennett's desk.

They wanted this virus as a bioweapon

to keep soldiers fighting after
they were mortally wounded,

to release a captive enemy
infected with the virus

and let him infect others
until they all kill each other.

I'm going to recommend to you,
and to the President,

that we destroy Flight 2-3-9

before it can reach a populated area.

Let me get this straight.

You want our forces to follow
a shoot-to-kill order

regarding this civilian aircraft?

We've had no communication
with the aircraft.

We must assume the cargo
has been breached

and that the virus has spread
throughout the passenger section.

The only chance we have
to contain this is to vaporize

every living thing aboard that aircraft

before the virus can reach
a major population centre.

Do you concur?

I'm afraid I do.

Can you get me the President, please?

Dear God...

oh!

Get off of her! Get off! Get off!

Oh! Oh, my God.

Aah!

Aaah!

Aah! Aah!

Get her up!

Oh, my God.

'Oh!
'Shh!

Why? Why'd you do this, huh?

- Hey, I'm talkin' to you, man!
- It wasn't me.

I was just following orders.

They told me it was
an experiment to extend life.

I had no idea there'd be
these crazy side effects.

Well, look around you, asshole.

Your side effects have
eaten half the passengers.

Hey. Hey, I don't have to listen to you.

You were the one that seemed like
you were givin' all the orders.

You were the one that the cop
was talking to

and you were the one that sent
the others below. I heard all of that.

You don't know what you're talking about.
It wasn't me, I tell you.

Hey, keep your voice down.

Yeah, well, you just keep talking.
You'll draw their attention.

Raah!

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

Aaah!

Aah!

Raah!

Oh!

It's startin' to get really tight in here.

Yeah, yeah. I think we're getting closer.

Raah!

Ray! Ray, I'm hurt!

Open up! Hurry!

Ray!

Hurry!

God!

Aah!

Randy...

Raah!

Oh, my God.

- I don't know if that's gonna work.
- It has to work.

Oh, God.

Oh!

- Let's get the other side, hmm?
- OK.

Two in the chest, one in the balls,
that's what I say.

It's barricaded.

Ah, Frank, I see you!

He did that?

Busy little beaver.

Raah!

Come on.

- Oh, my God.
- Come here, Frank.

Aah!

Where have you been?

Where have I been? Where have you been?

- Where have you been?
- Where have you been?!

- I have been up and down this plane!
- So have I!

- Back off!
- Oh, my God.

Aah!

- Shit! Aah!
- Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Aaah! Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Statistically speaking, the tail section
is the safest place to be in a crash.

- Of course...
Frank, not now.

- Help me with this.
- Yeah, man.

Go! Get something else!

Get something else!

- I am!
- Do it!

Right there! Right there!

I can't lift... There's a...Wait.

Frank!

Wait, wait, wait. Shh.

Quiet, quiet. Listen.

I don't hear anything.

Go.

Hold on! Hold on!

'Oh!
_

Bennett!

Oh, my God, Tammy!

- We got to go. We got to go.
- Huh?

We got to go. We got to go.
Go. Go, go, go.

All right, we need to find anything
that can be used as a weapon.

Does anyone have anything sharp?

They confiscated my toenail clippers,

pearl handle, with matching tweezers,

quite lovely.

Damn, Frank.
You should have brought those.

- You could have saved the day!
- You never know.

- How much ammunition you have left?
- I got five in here and one clip.

- What about you?
- One full clip, five more.

Shit.

Hey, maybe we could
electrocute the bastards.

No, don't do that!

Aah!

I guess that could have gone better.

Frank, you stupid shit.
Please tell me you're dead.

Raah!

Aah!

Where'd you find him?

- The auxiliary lights.
- Oh, my God.

The auxiliary lights will come
on any second...l hope.

Frank, fix 'em.

We need to find weapons.

Still no answer from the cockpit.

Oh, my God.

I can't believe everyone's dead.

Oh, my God, we're gonna die.

Megan, listen to me. Listen to me.
We're not gonna die.

- No. OK.
- No, we're not gonna die, I promise you.

- I need your help.
- Right.

- I need you to be strong.
- Right.

Oh! Oh!

Uh!

- Did you see that?
- What the hell was that?

Listen.

Someone's up there.

Don't shoot!

Aah!

We need to have a plan
to get this plane down safely.

- Does anyone know if the pilot's still alive?
- I tried to reach him.

Try him again.

OK.

Nothing?

No, no.

The captain's dead. We're on autopilot.

So, what? We just fly around
until they get us?

Or until we run out of fuel.

Actually, that might be preferred.

- Run out of fuel?
- Yeah!

Hey, hey, hey, we got to get
to the flight deck and check on the captain.

We got to do this now before
they start coming at us.

I don't think you have enough bullets
to make it to the cockpit.

The guard down below has a weapon.

We need that weapon.
That's our only chance.

So, what?
You're just gonna go down there?

- Down there?
- Yes!

How do we know he didn't
use all the ammo already?

We don't know, Frank.

It's good to know you still have
a sense of humour at a time like this.

I know it's not much to look at,
but with any luck

it's gonna buy me enough time
to get that weapon

and get back here
without tearing the plane apart.

Why are you doing this?

I made a promise to someone.

I keep my promises.

I have radar contact
with Concord 2-3-9.

Should have visual in two minutes.

Burrows, in case this blows up anything,
er, important,

do you mind if I take out
your new girlfriend?

Hey, Bennett!

Got something for you!

Aah!

Aah!

Roger. Try to establish contact.

You have three minutes from my mark.

Mark minus three minutes.

Roger that. Minus three minutes.
Try to establish contact.

I'm gonna circle and signal.

Look.

I'd like to think that's the cavalry,
but, erm...

What do you mean?

We don't have much time.

Aren't they gonna save us?

No, they're not gonna save us.

There's just us.

Unless we let him know we're alive,
he's gonna shoot us down.

- They can't do that.
- He's right.

Unless we answer them
they're gonna fire the missile at us.

- What do we do?
- We answer 'em.

Someone needs to get to the cockpit
and signal that jet.

Does anybody know how to fly a jet?

Anyone? Anyone?

You can fly a jet?

Well, not officially,
but I know most of the basics.

- Basics?
- Course, it's been awhile.

We just need to get to the radio and use it.

- We need to go now, Frank.
- Aww.

All right. Count me in.

No, no, no, Billy, don't leave me.

- I'll go. I'll go.
- No, no. You stay here.

I'm gonna do my part.

- Why?
- I'll see you soon, baby.

I'll see you soon.

Let's go.

I got such a big mouth.

Nice drive.

- Command, this is 4-3-1.
- Go ahead.

Two-three-nine has no one
in control that I can see.

Repeat. Two-three-nine
has no one in control that I can see.

Raah!

Billy! Billy!

- No, wait!
- Let me go!

Billy!

Aaah!

Billy!

Come on, baby!

Aah!

Aah!

Get out of my way, you stupid bitch!

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

You!

You don't know who you dealin' with!

Come on, let's go!

- Come on!
- Raah...

No, no, no, that's it. That's it, I'm done.

You guys go. You guys go.
I gotta wait for Anna.

Go! Go!

No response to my signals.

You are clear to engage 2-3-9.

Command, please repeat.

You are clear to engage 2-3-9.

Roger that. Clear to engage contact 2-3-9.

L 80f you.

Raah!

Raah!

Raah!

Raah!

Hold on, baby.

I love you.

I love you, too, baby.

I always have.

Is that you, Bennett?

Shit.

Come on, motherfucker.

I want to make sure you keep
that shit-eating grin on your face

all the way to hell.

Aah!

Aah! Aah! Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

Command, this is 4-3-1.

It appears that engine number three
is burning.

Raah!

Aah! Aah!

Aah! Aah! Aah!

She's gummin' me to death.

Damn you! Oh!

Go, go, go, go, go'.!

- Where's the autopilot?
- I don't know! You're asking me, Frank?

This is different!

- This is different! Don't yell at me!
- I'm not yellin'!

I have lock.

Erm...er, we're alive.

Repeat, we're alive.

Abort. Abort.

Missile away.

Incoming object. Incoming object.

They must have launched the missile.
Frank, we got seconds!

- I know! Where is the autopilot?!
- I don't know!

Collision imminent.
Collision imminent.

- Here, here.
- Autopilot off.

- A“ fight.
- What are you duh'?

- Ready?
- Er.

We got live civilians.
Aborting. Repeat, I am aborting.

- I'm out!
- No!

Aah!

Hold on!

Pull up.

Pull up. Pull up.

Pull up.

Pull up. Pull up.

Aah!

Aah!

Hold on! Hold on!

Aah!

Aaah!

Aaah!

- Jesus!
- Aah!

Pull up. Pull up.

Pull up.

You did it, Frank. Whoa'.!

Yeah!

Oh, shit.

Frank? Frank!

- Yes!
- Mountain!

Pull back!

Back!

Mountain! Mountain!

Oh!

We did it.

We did it, my friend.

Would you ever consider
goin' out with an ex-cop?

I went out with a cop once.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. The only thing he was good for

was scratching my back
when I couldn't reach.

- Do you ever get that itch anymore?
- All the time.

Raah!

Don't blink, baby

Don't blink, baby

Don't blink, baby

Look out, baby, there's no time to waste

Bite down, baby,
or they'll take your taste

Right now, baby,
'cause tomorrow's too late

Can't afford to wait

Right behind you, baby, ready to strike

Anytime it wants and not when you like

Best not let your party be a surprise

A word to the wise

Picture's not so pretty
when they've printed your last

Especially when your monument
says "over too fast“

Don't blink, baby, it's gonna pass by

Don't blink, baby, gotta live till you die

Don't blink, baby,
don't even try to fight it

Time is gonna shrink in a blink, blink

Blink of an eye

When it's over, baby, where will you be?

Lookin' back upon your whole history

Shocked, regrettin'
everything that you see

Total disbelief