All language subtitles for Altitude.2017.720p.BluRay.x264-ROVERS-HI

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(TAPPING)

(WOMAN) So, why don't you, uh,

tell me about yourself?

(MAN CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

(MAN) I don't, uh... I don't know.
(CHUCKLES)

Um... I'm 43, uh... divorced...

- (DIAL TONE BEEPING)
- I have a son. And...

you don't wanna hear about any of that.
(CHUCKLES)

- (WOMAN) No, I do, I do.
- (MAN) I'm sorry, it's just, it's my...

first time doing this sort of thing.
(LAUGHS)

(WOMAN) That's okay, we can take it slow.

(MAN) You know, uh...
you got a... you got a nice voice.

It's, uh, it's uh, it's sexy.

- (WOMAN) Oh, you think so, huh?
- (MAN) Yeah, yeah.

You're easy to talk to.

So...

It's probably why you're
so good at your job.

- (WOMAN) Probably doesn't hurt.
- (EXHALES, CHUCKLES)

- (WEAPON POWERS UP)
- (MAN) Now you tell me something.

(WOMAN) What do you want to know?

- (HELICOPTER OVERHEAD)
- (SIREN WAILS)

(MAN) I don't know, like, um,
what are you wearing?

- Kevlar.
- Oh, sweet Jesus, that's hot.

Yeah.

Shooter's in position,
keep him on the line.

Haas, this guy wants to be talked
out of it. Give me five more minutes.

Negative, soon as I got a shot,
we're taking it.

(BLAIR) Are you fucking crazy?

You start firing in there,
people are gonna get killed.

Five minutes.

- (RADIO STATIC)
- Team one, what's your status?

Are you... are you there?
Did... did I lose you?

Yeah, Dan, I'm... I'm still here,
I didn't go anywhere.

Hey, listen, I was thinking that,
maybe we could...

meet in person.

You mean, like a date?

Yeah, sure.

(VOICE BREAKING) Oh, who am I kidding?

(DAN) I didn't... I didn't mean
for this to happen.

(STAMMERING) I... I said I didn't need
to hurt anybody.

All I wanted... all I wanted
was my goddamn tax refund!

(PEOPLE WHIMPERING)

Dan, please,
hang in there for me, all right?

Please.

I don't... I don't care
what happens to me anymore.

My little boy,
he deserves better than this.

(HAAS) Team one, fire when ready.
Fire when ready.

Agent Blair! Agent Blair... Goddamn it!

(HAAS) Go!

(PEOPLE WHIMPERING)

(SNIFFLES)

Hey, Dan?

Why don't you tell me where
we're gonna go on that date.

Wait, what?

Oh... yeah, I mean, I know of a...
I know this Italian place...

Yeah, it's a little place called
Fa... Falingreen's,

- Falimese's, Falini's?
- Yeah, good food?

(DAN) Oh, yeah, real... real good.
It's where I proposed to my bitch ex-wife.

Well, maybe we should, um,
go somewhere else then.

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(DAN) You know, it just occurred to me,
I don't know what you look like.

I mean, how am I supposed
to recognize you?

Trust me, I'm not gonna be easy...

to miss.

(SIREN BLARES)

(HAAS) Whose side are you on, Blair, huh?

You want to take a bullet for one of your
piece of shit lover boy, lowlifes?

Is that gonna satisfy whatever fucked up,
female instinct it is you're dealing with?

Fine, be my guest.

You'll be doing us both a favor.

But I'll be double dipped in shit
if I'm gonna let you

get somebody killed just because
you can't follow a fucking order!

I swear to you, Agent Blair,

I swear on my life, I'm gonna bury you.

You're out of my unit, you're out of my
city, you're out of my fucking time zone.

They're not even gonna find your body under
all the paperwork I'm gonna bury it in.

Your phone sex days are over,
you listening to me?

(AIRPLANE ENGINE)

(RICK) Good evening, welcome aboard.

Good evening, welcome aboard.

Good evening, welcome aboard.
Ooh, I love your bag.

- Thank you.
- Good evening, sir, welcome aboard.

Good evening, welcome aboard.

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- (COUGHING)
- (BABIES CRYING)

- (PEOPLE ARGUING INDISTINCTLY)
- (COUGHING)

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

Excuse me, thanks.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BABY CONTINUES CRYING)

(QUIETLY) Excuse me.

- This you?
- (FLIGHT ATTENDANT) Pardon me.

(CLICKS TONGUE) Not meant to be, I guess.

Figures. You're not a crying baby.

(CHUCKLES) I hope not.

(DULL THUMP)

Oh, my God, the snobs in first class
are already wearing me out.

I'm Claire, by the way.

I don't think we've flown together before,
is this your first overnight to D.C.?

No.

Well, I'm gonna keep you back here for the
whole preflight song and dance with Rick,

and then I'm gonna need you to get on
food and beverage service, right away.

Okay, thanks.

(BABY WAILING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Excuse me.

(SOFT CHUCKLE)

I think that's my seat.

(BURPS)

Oh, actually, um, it's the window seat?

Oh, well, I'm already buckled in here.

(CLICKS TONGUE) Okay.

(MRS. WALSH) Oh, goodness.

Uh, I'm sorry, I don't mean to be a pain...

Forget it, it's not a big deal.

You're in my seat.

Look, lady, what's the difference?

If you don't want to sit here,
you can just sit someplace else.

Listen, you fucker.
I don't want to sit somewhere else.

My ticket says seat 44A
and you're in my seat.

So you can either move,

or I'm gonna rip that stupid,
fucking little cat shirt

off of your body and shove it up your...

(CLAIRE) Are we okay here?

This woman threatened me.

Sir, I'm... I am very sorry. Sorry.

Sorry, I have had a long couple of days,

and I don't mean to
cause any problems, okay.

I... I just wanted to sit in my seat,
which he's sitting in,

and just close my eyes
and sleep for five hours.

Sir, could I get you
a complementary beverage

or some snacks, perhaps?

I'll take a complementary meal.

I'll be right back with that.

I'm gonna need for you
to come with me, please.

And... and a seatbelt extender.

Oh, of course.

Sorry, again.

I... excuse me, I'm very sorry about that.
I normally...

The way I handled that,
normally I handle people much better,

I didn't mean to snap at him.

I think you'll be more comfortable here.

Are you serious?

Well, I can't have you offing
my passengers in cattle class.

(EXHALES) I thought you were
kicking me off the plane.

No. Here, I'll get this.

- (BLAIR) Thank you.
- (CLAIRE) Don't mention it.

Oh, and by the way,
I've always wanted to do

exactly what you just did back there.

- (BLAIR) Thank you so much.
- (CLAIRE) You're welcome.

Ah, folks, from the flight deck,
this is your captain.

Got a few more minutes here
before we push back from the gate.

So, everybody just go ahead
and get yourselves comfortable,

we'll have you in the air in no time.

We're looking at clear skies ahead.

Flight time should be about
five and a half hours.

Welcome aboard.

- Is this your first time?
- Excuse me?

Flying business, I mean.

Do I look that out of place?

- On the contrary, I uh...
- (GASPS) This stuff is just to take?

I think you're right where you belong.

(QUIETLY) This is really cool.

Terry, Terry Lenix.

Blair, Gretchen Blair.

(CHUCKLES)
Can I get you a drink, Ms. Blair?

Uh, sure.

- Excuse me, may I have...
- No, sit down.

- (CLAIRE) Would you like a towel?
- (WOMAN) Thank you.

Mm-hmm. Sir?

(MAN) Thank you.

Ma'am, would you like a towel?

So, what are you getting away from?

- Nothing.
- Nothing?

- Nope. (CLEARS THROAT)
- Okay.

I... I don't mean to be rude,

I just... I'm just not
the best person in the world right now,

to have small talk with, okay, sorry.

That's quite all right.
I'd rather skip it anyway.

Okay, well,
that's not quite what I meant by...

Okay, I fucked up
and I have to fly to D.C.

and sit behind a desk for the rest of my
life, so I'm in no real hurry to get there.

- So don't go.
- Yeah, good thinking.

Forget D.C., stay on the plane
and come with me to Paris.

Oh, you weren't kidding
about cutting the small talk, were you?

Why not?

(SCOFFS) Because it's insane. That's why.

Anymore insane than doing something
that you know won't make you happy?

Maybe up here in business class you can
afford to make decisions like that,

but back there
I kinda have to follow the rules.

People only really follow the rules
because they're too afraid

to make decisions for themselves.

Well, I work in law enforcement,
and they're kinda sticklers about rules.

Can I help you?

I was just wondering
where you hide the gun.

All right, everybody, welcome to Speedbird
Airlines, great to have you aboard.

If I could just have your attention for
a second, we have an important message.

Make some noise!

(ENERGETIC MUSIC)

(RICK WHOOPS)

(BABY CRYING)

Hey! I wanna hear you in first class!

(MAN 1) Fuck you!

- Yeah, yeah!
- (GROANING)

(MAN 2) Oh... my God.

(SINGING INDISTINCT)

Yeah!

(WHOOPING)

Yeah! How you like that, daddy?

- Yeah!
- (MAN 3) What's the matter with you?!

(RICK SINGING ALONG)
# The airline that's at home in the sky #

# You're flying with Speedbird #

# We hope you enjoy the ride #

Put your tray table up!

(CONTINUES SINGING ALONG)
# Welcome to Speedbird #

# The only thing you need to know #

# Hey, hey, hey, #

# Flying with Speedbird #

(SONG FADES)

So, hostage negotiation,

- I never would have guessed.
- Oh, really?

I probably would have thought something
more, like, meter maid.

- Screw you.
- (CHUCKLES)

I'm actually really good at it.

So you must meet your fair share
of unsavory characters.

- Yup, all the time. Sure do.
- (CHUCKLES)

- So, be honest now.
- Mm-hmm.

Do you ever root for them?

- For who?
- The bad guys.

- Uh, no.
- Come on.

No, never.

I mean, you're talking to them,
you're building a rapport,

you must have to sympathize
for them on some level, right?

I mean, there they are, these poor crooks,

they're, uh... trapped in a bank
or up on some ledge,

the whole world against them.

Holding innocent people at gunpoint.

(CHUCKLES)
Yeah, yeah, all right, I'll give you that.

- But... (CHUCKLES)
- Okay

Thank you.

But, there must be some small part of you
that every once in a while, deep down...

you just want them to pull it off.

(SCOFFS)

I mean, everyone loves an underdog.

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(BLAIR) Seasoned potatoes...

Couldn't have been that easy.

Hm?

Uh, nothing.

- Maybe I should get...
- Excuse me for a second.

Roasted Brussels sprouts sound good,
and it also comes with the...

Sir...

I'm gonna need you to return to your seat.

(GRUNTS)

Terry, I can't decide.
And they also have strawberry cheesecake.

Now, do I get the strawberry cheesecake
or the butterscotch pudding thing?

Are you okay?

I'm fine, thank you.

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO COMMUNICATION)

(CAPTAIN) Control, Speedbird 709,
1,000, climbing, 6,000.

So I'm trying to make my descent
and this girl climbs right in my lap.

- Pops off her top.
- You're shitting me.

No, and Cockburn's right there
in the jump seat.

He says "Want me to take her from here?"

So I... (CHUCKLES)

I looked at him and I said,
"The girl or the plane."

- (CAPTAIN LAUGHING)
- Speedbird 709, SoCal Radar Contact.

(MUTTERS) Assholes.

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(BLAIR) Need another drink?

Terry?

Do you want me to get you another drink?

I certainly wouldn't have guessed
you to be a nervous flyer.

It's not the flying as much as the, uh...

the feeling of surrendering control.

Do you want me to get
the flight attendant for you?

No. No, I'm, uh...
I'll be fine, thank you.

Well, don't worry.
This aircraft is top of the line.

It's got redundant systems,
fly-by-wire controls,

built like a tank... a tank that can fly.

How do you know all that?

The FBI uses this aircraft to train

for rescue scenarios,
and we train for everything.

- Stealth entry, containment, emergency...
- This job of yours...

- pay you well?
- Well, not well enough to fly like this.

- I'm talking, 60, 70,000.
- (SCOFFS)

You know there is a fine line between
being eccentric and being rude.

How would you like to be 50 million dollars
richer by the time we got off this plane?

I'm sorry, my ears haven't popped yet.
Could you please repeat that?

I'll pay you 50 million dollars,
right now,

if you'll agree to help me.

(SCOFFS) That's what I thought you said.

And what is it that you need
my help with, exactly?

Getting off this plane alive.

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- (CURTAIN TRACK RATTLES)
- Keep that opened, please.

- (METALLIC THUD)
- (BONES CRUNCHING)

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(SOFT CHUCKLE)

Ms. Blair, I'm trying to tell you
that this plane is about to be hijacked.

The people behind it are
not interested in terror,

they're not interested in politics,
all they are interested in is me.

What people?

One of them is the stewardess.

Flight attendant, we don't say stewardess.

- Flight attendant.
- Right.

I mean, she's not actually
a... a flight attendant.

She's um...

- She's... she's what?
- She's my ex.

(CLEARS THROAT) Okay.

(FLIGHT ATTENDANT)
Something to drink, sir?

No, I'm fine. Thank you.

Water, coffee, maybe...

No. No, thank you.

It's a long flight, sir.

I won't be coming back
through the cabin for a while.

Okay, uh, I'll have a ginger ale.

(CAN POPS OPEN)

(FLIGHT ATTENDANT)
Here you go, sir. Enjoy.

Thank you.

Okay, now we don't have very much time.

Now, I realize the situation
that I'm putting you in...

You really don't.

Do you understand that I can report you
for making a threat against this aircraft?

Hey, I'm not the one making threats here.

- I'm the one they're after.
- This isn't funny anymore.

You need to stop this,
or I'm gonna go find a flight attendant...

Gretchen, listen to me.

Now, I know these people.
I understand how they operate,

and right now we cannot trust
a single person on board this plane, okay.

Mm-hm, and what makes you worth
so much trouble?

Believe me, I'm not.
But what I'm carrying with me...

You know what,
I don't even want to hear this anymore.

When I get back,
you're gonna shut the hell up,

and I'll pretend like we didn't
have this conversation, okay?

- Gretchen.
- I said enough.

You have to trust me.

(FLIGHT ATTENDANT)
Miss, is this man bothering you?

No, I just think he's had
a little too much to drink.

Excuse me.

Hmm, champagne. What are we celebrating?

(SIGHS)

(WATER RUNNING)

Hello?

(FLUSHING)

Hello, are you all right?

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

- You miss me, baby?
- Like you wouldn't believe.

Yeah, probably wouldn't.

I like what you've done with your hair.

(GASPING, GROANING)

(TERRY WHEEZING) I said I liked it.

I'm gonna ask you nicely, Terry,
once, for old times' sake.

Which old times
are you remembering, exactly?

Where is it?

If this is about the old espresso machine,
I threw it out with the rest of your crap.

(GROANS) Yeah, that's a bit more
like I remember it.

Tell me where.

I hate to be the one
to break it to you, Sadie,

but this plane will never be in the air
for long enough for you to find it.

(MAN) Terry...

the plane belongs to us now.

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(SIGHS) Nothing here.

Give me some credit, Sharpe.

Look at this,
Valentino, Canali, Savile Row.

You're questioning
my sense of style now, too?

Style's your problem, Terry, I mean,

just can't help showing
the whole world who you are.

How do you think we found you?

Lesson number one, if you're
gonna double cross somebody,

don't leave them alive
to do anything about it.

You'd be the authority on that then.

Let's face it, Terry, you got greedy.

One man could never spend
that much money on himself.

Congratulations, Sharpe, you caught me.

A lot of fucking good it does you
sealed in a tube 35,000 feet in the air.

You're all out of moves.

This isn't a fucking getaway car shop.

Even if you get into that cockpit, if,
the moment this plane goes off course

they'll scramble half the Air Force
to shoot us down.

Well, I agree with you.

But... first, they have to find us.

What the fuck is that for?

(BEEPING)

Well, hi, there, darlin'.

Sure you're old enough
to be flying by yourself?

- What can I get for you boys?
- Uh, coffee, black for me.

Take a pop.

We haven't had you up
this way before, have we?

I think you'd remember.

(CAPTAIN) I'm sure I would.

- Ow!
- (COFFEE SIZZLING)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

(PANTING)

(TERRY GROANS)

What do you say, Terry?
You gonna tell me what I need to know?

She should have left
well enough alone, Sharpe.

Well enough's got a way of changing,
once you get your hands on a billion dollars.

(GRUNTING, GROANING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY) I left you
with two legs to walk away with, Sharpe.

You shoulda used 'em.

Now I'm gonna have to take
your advice and kill you.

Who you kidding, Terry, you're no killer.

But, you're one hell of a thief,
I'll give you that.

You just never knew how to hold on
to something once you had it.

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(PANTING)

- (BEEPING)
- (BUSINESSMAN) Any minute now.

Really? Come on.

(PUSHES CALL BUTTON REPEATEDLY)

Put my kids through college for what this
seat costs, I can't even get a goddamn water?

(SIGHS)

- (BUSINESSMAN) Anyone. Someone.
- (BEEPING CONTINUES)

I'll take the guy.

Really?

Get gold status, my ass.

Ow!

This doesn't have to be it for us,
you know.

Save the charm
for your first class skanks.

Mm, you do still care.

(SCOFFS)

Maybe I'm approaching
this from the wrong angle.

I don't even know who she is.

I guess we'll find out.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(TYPING)

(WOMAN) The internet isn't working.

Excuse me? Hello?

(KNOCKING)

Excuse me?

(THUDDING)

(GASPS)

Oh, my God.

(DISORIENTING RINGING)

Hey.

Hey, it's you.

(MAN) I didn't get your name.

Gretchen Blair. I'm a federal agent.

(CHUCKLES) Okay, I'm Luke Byres...

- You're the air marshal.
- (WOMAN SNORING)

H... how'd you know that?

I know, you need to watch
how you carry your gun on the left side.

It's a dead giveaway.
Forget about that right now,

you need to listen to me
very carefully, please.

I think the plane's being hijacked.

Luke...

the plane's being hijacked.

Um...

Has a threat been made?

I don't know, but there's
a dead flight attendant back there.

- This is your first security situation.
- It's... my third solo flight.

Okay...

Um, I need to secure the cabin.

- Secure the flight deck.
- Wait, don't drink that.

Some of the flight crew
might be the hijackers.

- (BURLY) Fucking bullshit, man.
- (RAWBONES) Quit complaining, Christ.

(BURLY) You never said nothing
about any lame uniforms.

(RAWBONES) Like it makes a difference
to your Gene Simmons-looking ass.

(BURLY) Fuck, this looks stupid.

(SHARPE) Control, this is 709.

Because of weather up here,
request permission to descend to 28,000.

(AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER)
Roger, Speedbird 709.

Descend and maintain 28,000.

We gotta notify the captain,
reroute the plane.

All right, I'll go with you.

(GRUNTING)

- (PASSENGERS SCREAMING)
- (MRS. WALSH) Oh, my!

(GASPS)

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(PASSENGERS SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(WOMAN) Please... (CONTINUES INDISTINCT)

(PANTING)

I thought Sharpe knew how
to fly this fucking thing.

(SADIE) He knows what he's doing.

Which is what, exactly?

Ensuring our passengers' cooperation.

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(SHARPE) Folks, this is your captain
up here in the flight deck.

Sorry for the bumpy ride back there, um,

we're experiencing a small drop
in cabin pressure, nothing to worry about.

If I could ask you to remain seated
with your oxygen masks on,

and I'll have the flight crew come
back through and perform a spot check.

I don't think these guys
are our flight attendants.

Somebody like to tell me
what the hell is going on?

(BURLY) Just stay in your seat, sir.

- (BUSINESSMAN) What are you doing?!
- (BURLY) It's FCC regulation.

That's my bag!

(BURLY) Get in your seat...

before I put my fist up your ass.

- (WOMAN SCREAMS)
- Okay?

(PASSENGER 1) Hey look, look at that guy.
What's he looking for?

(PASSENGER 2) What do you think
he's looking for, a bomb?

- (PASSENGER 1) A bomb?
- Would you guys shut up,

you heard the captain, there is no bomb.

(PASSENGER 2) You think they'd tell us
if there was one?

I think he's right.

They could be rigging the plane
with explosives.

They're not rigging the plane
with explosives, they aren't terrorists.

- I need to get to the flight deck.
- It's too late for that.

Procedure says we secure the flight deck.

They already have the flight deck.

You need to listen to me very carefully,

there is something on this plane
that they want.

And we need to find it

- so that we can negotiate with them...
- What are you talking about?

The guy that was sitting
next to me in first class,

offered me a lot of money to help him.

That's who we need to find, fast.

Can you handle the flight attendant?

Yeah, yeah, I think so.
What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

##

- (PANICKED CHATTER)
- (SCREAMING)

Son of a bitch.

(BURLY) All right, everybody calm down.

This is a standard aerial procedure.
Standard procedure, okay?

- (LUKE) Air marshal!
- (BURLY GRUNTS)

##

(GRUNTING)

- (GRUNTS)
- Ow!

Terry?

I had no idea you felt that way about me.

Shut up.

We gotta move.

Gotcha.

- Your ex?
- Yeah.

I take it things didn't end well with her?

(TERRY) You have no idea.

Hello.

(GRUNTING)

Terry...

(GROANING)

Sharpe.

(PHONE RINGING)

Sadie, what the hell
is going on back there?

Someone cut the power.

Jesus. Okay, I'm coming out there.

Don't be stupid.
Just stay inside and keep the door locked.

I need you to talk me through
how to get the lights back on.

(NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

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Where is he?

(SCOFFS)

(MAN YELPS)

(MAN) Hey, man, I'm done with this.
I want to see the captain.

(RAWBONES) Shut up.

- Hey.
- Well?

He must have got by me.

It's a fucking plane, you idiot.

- Everybody sit down.
- (BURLY) Sit down!

All right, he's got to be
in here somewhere.

(SARCASTICALLY)...Ya think?

So go fucking find him.

You assholes had one job.

Everybody, masks off, now!

(MRS. WALSH) Oh! But the Captain said to...

- Masks... off... now.
- Yes.

(GASPS)

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(SADIE) Go.

- (RAWBONES) You. I need to see her face.
- (MAN) Sir, she can't breathe.

Hey, get off!

(BONES CRACKING)

(RAWBONES) You see the fucking light?

That's what happens
when you don't stay seated.

Agent Blair.

(BLAIR) I oughta kick your ass.

I knew you wouldn't let me... down!

- (METALLIC CLANG)
- (GRUNTS)

Thought the deal was supposed to be
you saving my ass.

We don't have a deal.

(GROANS)

(TERRY SIGHS) You know, if you
wanted to organize some alone time,

you coulda just asked.

So, uh, what's the plan?

Well, my clearance was downgraded
so I had to check my service weapon.

So, we need to find my bag.

(RAWBONES) Give me your hands...

(ZIP TIE CUFFS TIGHTENING)

I want everyone on this goddamn plane
accounted for.

(RAWBONES) Hands out.

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(RAWBONES) Let's see 'em. Let's go.

Where's the man who was in this seat?

(MRS. WALSH) I don't know.

(SADIE) Where the hell is he?

Where the hell is the man
who was in this seat?

Who knows, who saw him?

Where the hell is he?!

(BLAIR)
What, are your arms broken, or what?

- (TERRY) Right.
- Thank you.

So, what does this bag look like?

It's Fendi.

(TERRY) Maybe you don't need money
as badly as I thought.

(BLAIR) It's a shitty knockoff.

##

(PHONE RINGING)

Matthew.

Well?

- (SADIE) Still no sign of him.
- No sign of him?

What the hell, Sadie? It's...

it's a goddamn airplane.

(SADIE) Is this how you talk to me now?

(SHARPE) No, no, I'm sorry.

Good.

Now fly the fucking plane,
I'm dealing with it.

Check under the seats,
check the lavatories,

check anywhere else
on this goddamn plane that you can.

Find him.

What the hell?

- Move!
- (RAWBONES GRUNTS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

- (METALLIC THUD)
- (RAWBONES) Fuck!

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

- What the hell happened to you?
- I don't know, they were right here.

You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

Do I gotta mark right here?

No, no you're fine.

- (BLAIR) Ow, dammit. Ow.
- (TERRY) You okay?

I just need a minute, hold on.

All right, you've hurt yourself.
Let me take a look.

Here.

So how's the business class
experience working out for you?

(CHUCKLING) Oh, it's been lovely,
everything I imagined it would be.

Who are you?

- I'm sorry?
- Who the fuck are you, huh?

Who are you? How do you know these people?

What is your involvement with this?

I was their partner.

- You worked together?
- Yes.

What kind of work?

I guess you could say
freelancing was a polite euphemism.

Okay, so, you're criminals.

- I like the way I say it better.
- You think this is funny?

You do realize that I'm gonna have to
arrest you when this plane lands, right?

Okay, let's just worry about
getting back on the ground, first, okay.

No.

Do you want me to list off
all of the felonies that you've committed.

Hey, how many times do I have to tell you
that I'm not the bad guy here.

Oh, wow, oh, my God.

I love that you actually,
genuinely believe that.

But to be honest with you,
you haven't told me a goddamn thing.

You know, it really was the perfect plan.

Clearly, Terry,
this was a perfect fucking plan.

I was the confidence man.

You know, the guy in the suit.

Any room I walked into, I could tell you
where the money was in five minutes flat.

(SIGHS) Sharpe...

I mean, the guy that looks like brute,
his mind is like a steel trap.

Any machine you can think of,
if they've built it,

he can take it apart and put it back
together with his bare hands.

Of course, when he uses
those hands on people,

he can have decidedly different results.

And as for my, uh...

- ex...
- Mm.

I guess you could call Sadie, the balls.

(BLAIR) The balls?

That's really nice.

Hey.

Get down there.

Lenix... bring back alive.

The woman?

Break her.

- Get down!
- (TERRY) Shit!

##

- (BONES CRACK)
- (MAN GROANS)

(BOTH SPEAKING FRENCH)

(PANTING)

(BURLY) Yoo-hoo.

(RAWBONES) Anybody home?

(BURLY) Man, you gotta stop doing that.

What?

Finishing my sentences.

People are gonna think
we're married or some shit.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)
I don't think they saw us.

Oh, my God, I just saw my suitcase,
it's right here.

Can you get to it?

Yeah, just keep watching. Let me...

Tell me if they come.

I got it.

- (GROANS) Oh, shit.
- What?

Mag.

Hold on.

Come on.

(RAWBONES) Gotcha.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

##

(GUNSHOT)

You know, I don't impress too easily,
but that's... that's pretty fucking cool.

Gretchen... what are you doing?

Show me.

- Show you what?
- What's worth hijacking this plane for.

##

Voilà.

What the hell is this?

This... is the last place in the world
that anyone would ever look.

What the hell is taking so long?

(GUN COCKS)

Don't move.

Start walking.

What are you expecting
to accomplish here, Mr. Air Marshal?

You're going to get me inside
that cockpit.

You see,
the thing about biological material

is it's not subject to your usual
X-ray screening procedures.

- Something about, uh...
- Tissue damage.

Right.

Tell him to open the door.

- There's still a way out of this for you.
- Just shut up and tell him.

How much is he paying you anyway?

I fucking mean it.

You have no idea how long
I spent on this score.

Some of the things I had to go through.

(CLEARS THROAT)

How dirty my hands had to get.

(BLAIR) What the hell is this?

- How much?
- (TERRY) Ten figures, give or take.

Holy shit.

So you fucked over your partners,
it's how this stuff goes down, right?

You really don't have a very high opinion
of me, do you?

You know those guys up there?
"My partners"?

They were the ones who stitched me up,
they stabbed me in the back.

In the front, actually.

(ZIPPER UNZIPS)

What are you doing?

What, you want to carry a bucket of shit
around with you as well?

(NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

Open the door. I'll fucking do it!

(PHONE RINGING)

(SADIE) Matthew...

you know what to do.

(GROANS)

(PASSENGERS SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

Hey!

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine, um...
I just, I... can't get out of here.

- Hey, hey are you hurt?
- No, I'm not hurt at all.

I'm just... I'm stuck in here.

(GRUNTING)

- (LUKE) Hey, Terry.
- Shh, shh...

- (WHISPERING) I'll be back.
- No, Terry, please.

You'll be safe here.

Terry, help, please don't leave.

Hey, Terry?

Terry?

Byres?

Plane's secure.

It's safe to go upstairs.

I knew you were a good investment.

(GUN COCKS)

Sorry, Terry.

You're just not good
at picking your partners.

(HUMMING)

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC FADES IN)

(HUMMING CONTINUES)

Where's your little traveling companion?

Your goons got to her
before I could get to them.

Doesn't matter,
she's dead down there either way.

(AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER) 709, I have
your altitude at 15,000 and descending.

Do you wish to declare an emergency?

- (THUNDER RUMBLES)
- Planning a reroute for you now, 709.

- Turn 38...
- Negative control,

my hydraulics are gone.

(AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER)
709... 709, please come in. Come in, 709...

- Is that?
- Eyes on the road, cowboy.

##

(SADIE) You're gonna wanna see this.

(RAPID BEEPING)

##

(PASSENGERS SCREAMING)

(AIRPLANE RATTLING)

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

That was almost as good as bad sex.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

- (WOMAN CRYING)
- It's okay...

(CRYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Thank you, Lord. Thank you.
Thank you, Lord.

##

Folks, this is from the, uh, flight deck.

Sorry for the bumpy landing back there,
we had to make an unscheduled pit stop.

So, I hope you're all okay.

We're having our mechanics
perform a maintenance check,

so just let those boys do their job and...

we'll have you on your way in no time.

We are taking off in six minutes,
no more no less.

(MECHANIC 1) Do it in five.

(PASSENGERS YELLING)

- (MECHANIC 2) Shut the fuck up...
- (CONTINUES INDISTINCT)

(MECHANIC 1) Everybody, just sit down
and shut the fuck up!

(MECHANIC 2) Shut the fuck up!

(MECHANIC 1)
Do not give me a reason to kill you!

(HATCH OPENS)

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

(DRILLING)

(GRUNTS)

You're a bit of work, Sharpe.

(SIGHS, CLEARS THROAT) What's that, Terry?

You coulda got away clean.
There's no need for any of this.

You know, best laid plans.

I spent seven years working on that plan.

- The plan was perfect.
- Yet, here we are.

Yeah, well, this is as far
as you're gonna go.

There's no way outta this.

The people we stole that case from,
never could've gone to the police.

They might as well have not existed.

But you just stole a plane
with 200 people on board.

(SCOFFS) There's no way to hide that.

No way they won't come looking for you.

They won't be looking at all.

(MECHANIC 2 GRUNTING) Come on.

Hurry up.

We'd all be dead.

(MECHANIC 2)...come on.

Hurry up!

I don't want to be on this
fucking plane when it leaves.

(METALLIC SAWING)

(SHARPE) When they're done sifting through
the wreckage,

everybody onboard will be accounted for.

##

Sadie and myself included.

The black box, the flight recorder...

They'll figure out what happened
on this plane.

See... (CHUCKLES)

that's the beauty of it.

This plane is gonna be my star witness.

The mechanics are down there right now
installing a dummy black box...

that's gonna tell a very different story.

As far as the world knows, this plane
just experienced hydraulic failure.

(MECHANIC 3)
Come on, let's get it in there.

- How are we doing on time?
- (MECHANIC 2) Three minutes.

(SADIE ON RADIO) Hurry up, we're taking
off in two minutes with or without you.

Your cut's by the cabin door.
Keep it open when you leave

but make sure that cargo hold gets sealed.

(MECHANIC 2)
Let's get off this fucking plane.

- (MECHANIC 2) Hey, close the fucking hatch.
- (MECHANIC 1) Ah, the hatch.

You know, I gotta hand it to you,
Sharpe...

I thought I was the master criminal,
but that is some serious...

comic book, super villain shit.

Don't try flattering me.

(LAUGHING)

- (GRUNTING)
- (NECK SNAPPING)

(MECHANIC 3) Clear.

- We all finished back there?
- Cleared for take off, captain.

(SEAT BELT BUCKLES)

(BLAIR) Psst.

- (CLATTERING)
- (GASPS)

(GRUNTING)

- (GUNSHOTS)
- (SCREAMING)

Just go, go, get it off the ground!

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

Wow, you really do know
how to handle people.

(BLAIR) Come on, I need your help.

- Just punch the fucking thing!
- I gotta line her up straight,

or we'll never have
enough speed for take off.

Go on, that flight attendant's
gonna help you down there.

She'll help you.

Okay, everyone, single file.
Come on, let's go.

I need you to help me get
people off of the plane safely.

Come on, let's go, single file.

##

(CLAIRE) Everyone, stay calm.

(EXPLOSION, AIR HISSING)

Are you fucking kidding me?

- (CLAIRE GRUNTS)
- (BUSINESSMAN YELLING)

Come on, go! Single file.

Here, give me your hand, let's go.

Come on!

Give me your hand.

Come on.

Come on!

You go first.

Go.

Come on. Come on.

(GRUNTS)

(WIND HOWLING)

(GRUNTING)

I can't let you go any further, agent.

- Luke!
- Get your hands up!

What the hell are you doing?

Where are you going, to find Terry?

Put the gun down, Luke.

How much did he offer you, ten million?

You asshole!

Mega Yacht Monthly, huh? Fuck you!

Twenty million, huh? Twenty, 30?

- A little higher.
- That son of a bitch.

(STRAINING)

(BLAIR YELLS)

(METALLIC CLANG)

Luke, we're sworn to protect people!

Shut up! You know as well as I do,
that saving lives doesn't pay for shit.

I don't care about the money!

- Yeah... well, I do.
- (GUN COCKS)

(YELLS)

(METALLIC CLANG)

Come on, you motherfucker, let's go!

(GRUNTS)

(KICK IMPACTS)

(GROANS)

(SADIE) How much time?

(SHARPE) Three minutes.

Rescue, this is control.
I've got your missing bird.

Level 3,000, heading 4-2-0.

Speedbird 709...

(RADIO STATIC)

##

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(WING IMPACTS)

(SADIE YELPS)

Sadie!

(WIND HOWLING)

(GRUNTING)

(SADIE) Sorry, sweetie...

you don't belong up here.

You need to adjust your altitude, bitch.

- (SADIE SCREAMING)
- (WET THUD)

##

Terry!

I think we should be going!

We lost the other chute.

Any excuse, huh?

Shut up.

- Let's go.
- Okay.

Here, take this.

Got it.

Ready?

- Set.
- Go.

- (BEEPING)
- (AUTOMATED ALERT INDISTINCT)

(SHARPE) Oh, shit.

(SIGHS)

You never did give me an answer.

About what?

Here, let me take that.

(GRUNTS)

- Um, watch your hand.
- Sorry.

Answer about what?

About Paris.

Really? It's a bit of a long walk
from here.

(TERRY) I'd say we have time.

You know, it's probably
weeks before they figure out

we weren't on that plane, if they ever do.

So what do you say?

(BLAIR) Let's just worry about
getting back on the ground first.

##

(SONG ENDS)