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Hatching on that plane is a bacteria bomb

that's a lot deadlier than those explosives.

If Quincy's right, we're talking about plague.

I've got to come on board.

Could you convince the terrorists?

You are talking to one of them.

I'm going on the plane. I'm gonna get blood samples.

If Beal tries to stop me, I want your help to go over his head.

Do you want me to stop him?

The man wants to kill himself.

Gentlemen, you are about to enter

the most fascinating sphere of police work,

the world of forensic medicine.

Control tower to Alpha Bravo 6367.

You are cleared to land on auxiliary runway number four,

Repeat, auxiliary runway number four, Confirm.

Alpha Bravo 6367 to control tower.

I confirm landing on auxiliary runway four,

Beal to the pilot of PLL 636.

You will proceed to the end of taxiway J and cut your engines.

Who is that speaking?

Adam Beal, Chief of the Federal Hijack Containment Unit.

Welcome to the US, Mr. Karak.

What the hell is wrong with this?

It's almost ready, sir. Well, hurry it up.

Beal to PLL 636.

You will cut your engines, Now,

Get that stuff set up in here, get these guys out.

Mr. Beal. What?

SWAT team, out on the double.

They're letting someone go.

Better take the sweater off.

Take it off? I just put it on. Besides, it's cold out there.

They suspect you're carrying a weapon or sound bugs

or something more sophisticated.

What's more sophisticated?

You'd be surprised. Come on, you better take it off.

Thanks for putting in a special request for me.

Anytime.

And don't make waves. That goes for both of you.

Until they tossed out that body, this was just another normal hijack.

The usual set of demands to be met in the usual 24 hours

or they'll blow up the plane with the usual charge of explosives.

Call that normal? People under that kind of threat?

In today's world what's not normal about it?

What's gonna happen to them?

Nothing, I hope. That is if I can do it and still do my job.

Which is what?

Nab the terrorists.

Every time a bunch of kooks hijacks a plane and gets away with it

that's a signal that it's open season for anyone

with a burning desire that wants the world to pay attention.

You ready? Yeah.

Karak, this is Beal.

Karak here.

The man who's about to come out is Dr. Quincy.

He is a medical examiner from the LA coroner's office, as you requested.

He's unarmed.

If any harm comes to him, this will not help your cause.

Okay, Doc. Move slow. Be careful.

Good luck.

Get a picture of the body now.

Okay. Give me a hand with this.

Sure.

Quince, you gonna need some help out there?

Well, when I find out, it'll be too late for you to do anything about it.

Any next of kin?

Yeah, lots of them. All ladies.

What are you doing?

I have to move the body, don't I?

No bullet holes, Doctor.

None that I can see.

We did not kill him. I want you to tell the world that. Do you hear me?

Yeah, I hear you.

We are not murderers.

If we kill, it is for our cause, to free our comrades.

How long ago did he die?

About three hours.

He became ”I soon after we left Midway Island.

I'm gonna have to do a complete autopsy before I can make a report.

No, you make out the death certificate here.

No way.

All right, take him. But if you lie...

What're you gonna do? Come down and hijack the morgue?

Hemorrhagic pneumonia.

What?

Sam, I want him put in an isolation cubicle right away.

His lungs are indurated and hemorrhaged.

Firmness and bleeding. Wow. Viral infection?

Well, I'm not gonna take any chances.

Burn his clothes, do the same with yours and mine.

And I want this room decontaminated right away.

I guess I'm gonna have to give Astin the bad news, huh?

Death by natural causes.

Well, that's good news.

Well, I wouldn't be too sure, though he had a coronary condition.

But the cause of death seems to be a quick, highly-contagious infection.

Could be in the Rickettsial range.

Rickettsial? Yeah.

What type?

Well, that's just it. Without more information I can't be sure, can I?

I see.

Marjorie, Marjorie, get me Harold Ingram

at the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta.

Anything on his identification?

Yeah. His name's Emile Lapice. He's a Belgian national.

His embassy's checking. All we know is his last stop was in the Pacific.

If Ingram wants to talk to me, I'll be with Beal.

Be very careful. Don't worry about that.

Hey, what's going on here?

If Quincy's right, we're talking about plague.

Well, I have to find out what killed him.

The only place I can get that information is on the plane.

Negative, Doctor. You've already had your first

and last contact with the terrorists.

Why?

You know your job. Trust me that I know mine.

Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't even butt in...

Normal. There's that word again.

Normal. Why do we cling to it? I wonder why?

Because you and I, all of us, keep hoping that

somewhere out there there's a normal world

where we can get up, go to work, have families...

I'm concerned with the normal human beings on that plane.

So am I. So am I.

You think I like trading in human lives?

But that's my job and I have to do what I think is best.

I practically wrote the textbook on anti-terrorist activities

and Chapter One says stretch things out as long as possible

without doing anything,

repeat, anything, to unduly alarm the terrorists.

'Cause every minute that they're in close contact with their hostages

develops a group feeling that makes it more difficult for them to kill.

Am I communicating to you?

Oh, yes. Loud and clear and cogent.

But I have to find out everything I can about the dead man's symptoms.

That's my job.

You go charging out there on that plane asking them

where it hurts, and you know what I'm gonna have?

I'm gonna have a planeload of crazy screaming people including the terrorists.

I'm trying to preserve some status quo here.

I don't believe you. You're talking to me about status quo?

Let me see if I can make you understand.

There may be a plague spreading on that plane.

Now you keep acting according to your rules,

you keep ducking that issue, and you're gonna make it a lot worse!

Every request I make, every bit of attention

that is paid to those terrorists, just puffs up their sense of power

and makes them more difficult to deal with.

Well, you have to deal with them sooner or later, don't you?

When I say so and not before.

I'm not gonna take what I know is right and change it

because of some disease you think is on board.

Can I at least talk to them?

What good will that do?

I have to get more information.

That's all you do.

Okay.

Karak, this is Beal.

We have to talk.

Karak.

Karak here.

I hope you have positive news for me about the release of our comrades

being tortured in our dictator's prisons.

Nearly six of the 24 hours have already passed.

Our State Department is talking to your president.

Not president, dictator.

Oh, save the propaganda, because nobody can hear you.

Dr. Quincy has to talk to you.

Keep it low-key.

Karak...

The autopsy should be finished, Doctor, if you are a doctor.

I want you to release your report immediately.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

Then put Beal back on.

It has nothing to do with him. I can't do that because I don't know how the man died.

You know we did not kill him,

but you're going to say we did, are not you?

Look, don't tell me what I'm gonna say or not say...

I'm sorry. Look, before the man died, did he complain of headaches? Of fever?

What difference does it make?

Just report we did not kill him.

Well, you want me to make a statement that the world will believe, don't you?

I mean, I have to know exactly what killed him,

not that there weren't any bullet holes.

We have to.

Why? For their sake?

To make him release his report.

Otherwise, you're right, they will accuse us of murder.

I'm beginning not to care. What difference does it make whether it's now or later?

As long as we win.

Karak. Are you there?

Karak, look, I swear to you this is urgent.

I gotta know anything you can tell me.

He complained of a headache.

Chills? Fever?

Yes.

How soon after he got the headache?

I'm not sure, he asked for blankets about two hours later.

When did the shortness of breath start?

How did you know that?

Just tell me when it started.

About the fourth hour.

What is it you're looking for, Doctor?

I honestly don't know.

You're lying. I'm not!

We took him into one of the toilets.

He was gasping for air and it was disturbing the other passengers.

At the end, he was fighting for every breath.

Then, he couldn't breathe at all.

Is there anybody else on board who's showing the same symptoms?

Yes.

I've got to come on board. Do you understand that?

Do you think you can help me with the terrorists?

Could you convince the terrorists?

You are talking to one of them.

I have chronic foot-in-the-mouth disease.

I could have you arrested for pulling a stunt like that, mister.

Go ahead.

But it won't stop what's incubating out there.

You're still guessing.

That's right. But not so much now.

That's why I need samples from everybody on board who's showing the symptoms.

It's the only way we're gonna nail down what we're facing here.

You've got a body, Doctor. Remember that.

Now, you're telling me how to run my business.

Only when it gets into my business, yes.

Look, Lapice was dead two hours before I got to him.

If you're searching for a specific viral micro-organism,

you can't make accurate enough tests from a dead body.

The post-mortem bacterial overgrowth,

well, it screws up any samples you might take.

You think I want to be on that plane?

You are asking me to tear up my own rule book.

Again with the rules. I'm talking about a terrible disease here.

What the hell is it? I don't know.

It sounds like one of the zoonotic strains.

The initial infection comes from a parasite. Lice, ticks, fleas.

But once started, the sick themselves are the carriers.

It used to be confined to the Far East, until now.

What I'm still hearing is a lot of guesswork.

It's guesswork that could dump a panic right in my lap.

I got 17 passengers out there.

Why so few?

Well, I don't know. Half of them got off at Midway

'cause it's a connecting hub for flights north and south.

What are you doing? Quincy.

Dr. Astin, did you get ahold of Ingram at CDC?

Well, he's flying a team out, but meanwhile, it's up to us.

Now did you find out anything?

Everything I've heard confirms our fears.

Oh, my, my, my, my...

But the reason I'm calling, a whole bunch of passengers got off at Midway Island.

If any of them have left there...

I understand. I'll get Ingram right on it.

Let's just pray none of them has left,

or if they have, they're the lucky ones who weren't infected.

The doctor may come aboard.

I'm going on the plane. I'm gonna get blood samples.

If Beal tries to stop me, I want your help to go over his head, way over.

Absolutely. But Quincy...

Now look, I want you to back me up this time.

Will you hold on a minute? I'm going to back you up.

I just want you to wait till I get you protective clothing.

No way.

That's exactly why I can't allow him to go out there.

I've cordoned the area off to the news media,

but you can bet they've got binoculars

and telescopic lenses glommed on that plane right now.

Your man goes out there in some kind of a space suit,

I'm gonna have panic on that plane and half of Southern California.

I don't need all that paraphernalia.

No. No. Absolutely not, I forbid it,

And I appreciate it.

Look, would you get hold of the team at the UCLA Epidemic Disease Control Lab.

Tell them what we need, get as much help as you can.

I'll be there in a half an hour.

Right away, and Quincy...

Yeah.

Oh, good grief.

Thank you.

You're a real hero, you know that?

Just like you, I'm trying to do my job.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

But while you're aboard, I want you to keep your eyes open.

I'm gonna want to know everything you see,

how many terrorists, how they're armed.

No guesswork, I want facts.

You got a commission in the reserve?

Lieutenant, Naval Reserve.

Well, you've just been placed on active duty.

Your orders will be cut by the Navy Department in Washington

and hand-delivered to your home.

Can you do that?

Oh, you'd be surprised what I can do to deal with that.

You foul up on me out there, Doctor,

I want to make sure I can have you court-martialed.

Hey, don't do that.

Do you understand what I'm saying, son? Don't do that.

He understands the language.

Hey, stop him, will you? Before he contaminates my equipment.

Weapons?

All right.

So, this is the coroner who cannot make up his mind.

Not until I get some blood samples and throat cultures.

What is it you're looking for?

Specifically I'm looking for what killed Lapice.

And if it's what I think it is, everybody on board is in danger.

You are lying.

I'm not. I'm trying to save lives, yours as well as the hostages'.

Now can you talk some sense into him?

Be quiet.

Karak is our leader. He makes the decisions.

All right.

But, Doctor, do nothing to alarm the passengers.

I thought about that. I'll tell them I'm the airport doctor doing

a general check on the passengers because of the trauma they're going through.

Is that not a lie?

Well, I am a doctor and they're certainly going through a trauma.

Sonya, go with him.

Sonya trained as a nurse.

Until our revered president shut down the universities

and put our friends in prisons.

Any suspicions, kill him.

The airport doctor is here to see how you are faring under our hospitality.

I'm here to take care of all your needs.

Doctor, are they going to meet their demands?

Only your medical needs, I'm afraid.

I want one or two things from you.

I have some tablets with an aspirin base for those of you who have headaches.

How are you feeling, young lady?

Fine. Good. Good.

No, I'm not. I'm so frightened.

Hey. I told you, the same thing happened to me once before

and we all got out safe.

Now don't you be frightened. Everything is gonna be all right,

I promise you.

How far did you go with your training?

I was in my final year.

Good. You can help me with the blood samples.

Come on, will you? Otherwise, I'll be here all day.

Give it to him. He can hold it and guard me at the same time.

Give me a swab, please.

Give me some slides. Hold them by the extreme edges, will you?

Otherwise they get contaminated.

I know that, Doctor.

Here we go.

You're very good at that. You must have had a wonderful teacher.

Until he was shot for unapproved political activity.

Now this is not gonna hurt you at all. Okay?

Open your mouth.

All the way. Say, "Ah."

Ah...

Thank you.

Have any headaches?

Take two of these anyway. It's so hot and stuffy in here.

Now you tell me. Is it true that you were hijacked once before?

You know what I think?

I think the terrorists all got together and they said,

"You gonna hijack a plane, make sure Fishman is aboard."

Listen, take two of these now and one each hour.

You must be a marvelous diagnostician

to know I have a headache without even asking.

Oh, well, since I work at the airport, I assume everybody does.

So you're never without APC's and a little tetracycline, huh?

Just a precautionary measure.

I was a pharmacist. This is powerful stuff.

Tell me, Doc, besides the terrible thing that they're doing,

what's happening to us?

You're wasting time, Doctor.

Any word from Karak's government?

How long do they think I can keep on stalling him?

Yes, I'll keep trying.

Headache?

Forget the symptoms. I know the cure.

A hot bath, fresh clothes and a whole day at Elizabeth Arden's.

And a nice, cold six-pack.

You got it.

Tell them outside there's only five of them and they're amateurs.

If they rush the plane... I can't do that.

You! Stop whispering!

I was only asking the Doc if he'd heard what killed the Belgian.

The medical examiner said he had a heart condition.

Another lie, Doctor?

Just a half-truth.

He did have a bad heart, it just wasn't the thing that killed him.

He is doing everything right.

Karak, what's wrong with you?

It's all right. No, it's all right. Go to the doctor.

If you really loved him, you'd get him to quit before it's too late.

I do love him, and so I will not tell him what to do.

It is not proper for a woman to tell the man.

You're about two or three revolutions behind the times.

Doctor. My son, please.

Come. Come here, fella.

Hey. Oh, when did this terrible thing happen here?

Oh, got the chills, huh? Does that scare you?

People with the gun? Do they scare you?

Yeah.

Open up, please. Wide, wider. Ah...

Ah...

I'm gonna need more than a blood smear. Is that all right?

Anything, Doctor. Anything.

Is it all right with you? Roll up his sleeve.

Okay. That's it.

Hey, you gotta tell us what's happening.

Hey, sit down! Come on! Come on!

Sit down! I said sit down!

Please now, please now. This isn't helping. Honest.

Now, look, if there is anything wrong medically,

we will tell you and we will take care of it.

We have his word. Haven't we?

Doctor.

Go back and tell Beal it did not work.

Do you think I wanted that? Yes.

I think it is exactly what you came on board to do.

Why? What good would it do?

Give Beal the excuse he needs to rush the plane.

Don't you realize those people back there are really sick?

That poor boy.

Why don't you give up this whole crazy scheme? Release the hostages.

You know you have no chance of getting what you want.

Then I die.

We all die.

It is so easy for you people in this country.

Do you know how many babies die, die in the streets

in my country because we do not have even the most simple hospital care?

I'm sorry. I can't help those babies,

but I can help the people on this plane, including you.

I do not need your help, Doctor.

Look at you.

Sweating. In a little while you'll be shivering like that kid back there.

You'll be gasping for breath and there won't be any.

Get out of here. I've not finished my work here.

Go tell Beal he has less time now thanks to you.

Beal had nothing to do with this. He didn't even want me to come aboard.

Get out of here before I kill you!

Get out.

Karak...

I am all right.

I have to be all right.

Better back off. I may be a carrier. Come on, back, back.

You get what you need?

No. Didn't have a chance to look for the parasites.

How many of them are there?

Oh, they must be hatching out by the hundreds of thousands.

It's like an oven in there.

I was talking about terrorists.

Four men and a woman.

And where have they got the hostages?

First class section.

And what kind of weapons?

Automatic pistols. I didn't see any explosives.

You wouldn't, but they were there, believe me.

All Wired and ready to blow.

Hatching on that plane is a bacteria bomb

that's a lot deadlier than those explosives.

You're the one that's deadly.

Karak called me and he told me what you did on that plane.

He wants you kept off of it.

One of the passengers panicked. He ticked off the others.

I tried to calm him down.

Oh, you bleeding hearts, you never start anything.

You just make a mess and then walk away.

Well, you listen to me and listen good.

This is one group of dedicated terrorists that's not gonna get off scot free.

I don't care what happens.

Why not?

Because I know what has to be done.

Coming close again.

And I know what you have to do.

You have to find out what kind of a disease that is for sure.

Then maybe I can use that to scare Karak into surrendering.

Why don't you try to scare the dictator into making some concessions

so he won't be known as a mass-murderer?

Now you are telling me my job.

You prove that it is a disease and not just a bunch of headaches

because they've been cooped up on a hijacked plane.

Unfortunately, I think I'll be able to prove that.

How much longer?

Usually 24 to 36 hours, but I think I can cut it in half.

Well, that's not fast enough.

You get back to your lab and you work faster than you ever have in your life.

Is that an order you can follow?

Yes, it is. Can you follow an order?

What?

Open the door.

Exactly how much time?

Twenty-four hours are up at dawn tomorrow morning.

That leaves us less than 14 hours from now. I'm talking about the most.

That's tight, but it's not completely impossible.

Yeah, but the hijackers could jump the deadline.

The leader is not a predictable guy,

and I'll lay eight to five he's got the disease, whatever it is.

I suggest we use all five systems to get the cultures.

Sam and I'll handle the agglutination process.

I was afraid you were gonna volunteer me for that.

Well, we can't all be heroes.

CDC checked out Midway.

Most of the passengers are still there,

but they know of six in the air en route to South America.

Great!

There's little they can do until we crack what this is.

Well, what about the minister of health in Karak's country?

He denies they have a single case of a disease anything like it,

much less an epidemic, naturally.

Doesn't get easier, does it?

A little more of this and my eyeballs are gonna fall out.

I'll buy you a dog that's also a seeing-eye lab technician.

Yeah, but can he bark in Japanese?

Dr. Quincy? Later.

It's Beat.

Keep testing, will you, Sam?

Do I have a choice?

No.

How much longer?

We are already taking dangerous short-cuts

we shouldn't be doing. Even so, we're coming up at the end.

Even so, you've got to go faster.

Why? What happened?

Karak's asked for some things, fresh fruit, iced drinks,

fresh water, light food for the passengers.

Well, what's wrong with that?

He even opened up another hatch to make

the cabin more comfortable on the plane.

I don't get it, isn't that what you said would happen?

I said close, not overly protective or considerate.

Look, come on, we're wasting valuable time here.

Terrorists run to form.

Once they decide the hostages will die,

they take on a gentle, almost protective attitude.

They want them to be comfortable for as long as they're alive.

I have to know what I'm dealing with

whether this really is some kind of a plague before I make my move.

Well, your move is not going to endanger those people, is it?

I don't want to hurt them any more than you do.

I'm not the one who spooked Karak, remember?

I'm sorry, that wasn't called for.

You got a right.

They're still putting pressure on Karak's government, but so far it's negative.

And I don't think I can stall him much longer.

So it's up to you. You got it?

Yeah, I got it. I got it.

Ladies and gentlemen, I know you've been pushed to the limit.

Now I'm gonna have to push you a lot farther.

Mr. Beal, it's Washington, the State Department.

Beal.

I understand. That's what I expected.

Did you tell them we think we have a plague aboard?

No, I can't give you any final results, not yet.

Thank you. I'll need it.

There's a final word from Karak's government.

It's a big, fat no.

Our State Department is still negotiating.

I do not believe you.

All right. But I'm telling you, they want to wait till we get Dr. Quincy's report.

Moore, get into your coveralls.

Looks like we might have to stop a kamikaze number out there.

We can't push viral cultures this fast, and we both know it.

We're not miracle men. We can't get 24 hour results in six hours,

no matter how much we try.

I'll call Beal. He's gotta keep stalling.

No way, Doctor. Because it's out of my hands.

Karak's demanded that the plane be refueled and cleared for take-off.

Quincy. What is it? Where are you going?

To stop a massacre.

Bacteria doesn't know about politics

and epidemics don't go by the book.

The book said we had cholera controlled

till it broke out in the Middle East three months ago.

You know how many people it killed?

And zoonosis makes cholera look like the common cold.

I believe you, Doctor. I don't need final absolute proof.

What do you want me to do about it?

I want you to help me get on that plane again.

What for? Is your equipment in position?

I want to talk to them.

Tell them they're gonna die either way?

That's not the most persuasive argument in the world.

I want to talk to them about life, not death.

I want to convince them that if they surrender, there's a chance of living,

their only chance.

Beat.

Yes.

Where are the gasoline trucks?

What are you trying to do now?

Relax, Karak. You're not the only plane on the field.

They're on their way.

What are you trying?

You relax, too, Doctor.

They're right outside your plane.

Those are your men.

You rush that plane, Karak'll blow it up.

Not if I hit him fast enough and hard enough.

And if you don't?

I told you, there's no way I'm gonna let him take off.

It's your diagnosis tipped the scales, Doctor.

That plane is a plague carrier.

It's gonna start an epidemic wherever it goes. Remember?

What's the real reason? Where you coming from?

SWAT leader...

Where in that rule book does it give you the right

to rule out hope, no matter how small?

Your last trip out there wasn't exactly a howling success.

That's why you have to give me a chance to try it again.

I don't have to do anything. There's nobody over my head right now.

So you can do anything you want.

Whatever I think is best. For the hostages?

How about the risk of epidemic if that plane blows up out there?

Fire trucks will spray foam,

a tanker loaded with germicide will go in after them.

Not to mention the guys with the Band-aids.

Well, it's a lot better than if it crashes somewhere else and they're not prepared.

Hey.

You want a confrontation almost as much as Karak.

You're like some rogue cop, taking on the criminal's mentality!

I'm tired of dealing with scum, if that's what you mean.

I'm tired of seeing them get away with it.

Flying him off to some neutral country, they'll make a hero out of him.

Throwing roses at him instead of throwing him in jail.

If Karak wants to play chicken with me, he's got it!

So you're gonna fight terror with terror, now what kind of an answer is that?

You want to know where I'm coming from?

Two years ago in the Detroit airport,

a guy over my head comes in at the last minute to call the shots.

The terrorists wanted to take off.

He says, "Okay, let them go. Let somebody else worry about them."

They took off all right,

after they dumped eight dead hostages on the tarmac as a going-away present.

Is there anything else on your mind, Doctor?

No.

I want you to get the hell out of here and leave me alone.

Deering, ease back a little toward the rear hatch.

Not too far, just enough so you can line up

how you're gonna take out the terrorist that's guarding it.

All takeoffs and landings suspended?

That's right.

Damn it!

Do you want me to stop him?

SWAT leader.

Let him through.

The man wants to kill himself.

Stop there, Doctor.

I'm coming aboard. I wanna talk to you.

What is in the case?

Anti-viral serum.

It's no cure, but it'll help keep the infection down.

That is good.

It's all right then? Yes, of course.

All right, as soon as the refueling is completed, you'll make your move.

Deering and Moore, that'll be your signal to rush the emergency door.

As soon as you're inside, SWAT will follow.

All right, I don't want anybody to move until I give the word.

Repeat, no one moves till I give the word.

Good luck.

You're lying to us.

The blood samples could not be incubated and identified so quickly.

We have new systems. Faster ones.

Another lie from the man who does not lie.

Tell us what Beal's plan is now.

That is the only reason you were allowed aboard.

He'll do anything he has to, to prevent you from taking off.

But you've got a lot more to worry about than that.

The tests aren't completed yet,

but we've gone far enough to rule out everything but zoonosis

or a virus that's just as deadly.

I have an anti-viral serum here.

I want to inject everybody on the plane.

Why did you not use it before?

I couldn't until we narrowed down the possibilities.

Now, this is not a cure and has some bad side-effects,

but at least it'll slow down the infection. Roll up your sleeve.

No.

Tell him to use his head, please.

Karak, please... No.

It's part of Beal's plan.

He means to poison me or make me unconscious.

Now if it's poison, I'll be the first one to die.

All right.

Go and inject the passengers.

Sonya, go with him.

It's... It's bad, isn't it?

He's asleep.

That is a good sign, isn't it, Doctor?

Yes.

Let's go into the lounge. What is it?

That boy is dead.

Is that what you're fighting for?

Those are Beal's men out there, Doctor, just like you.

And just like you, it will do them no good.

You're a murderer.

No matter what cause you use to try to disguise it,

you're nothing but a murderer.

That boy is dead.

That is not our fault.

Oh, really? Whose is it? Mine? Beal's? The rest of the world?

How many people have to die because of a busted hijack?

Now, there has to be another way!

Look, Doctor,

we didn't just wake up one morning and say, "Let us hijack an airplane."

It is not the first thing that we do, it is the last.

It is an act of desperation by desperate people.

And only because all else has failed to end the terror in our country.

All right.

The boy is dead and we are sorry,

but we will free our friends. Do you understand, Doctor?

And that is why we must call the attention of the world to this,

and that is why we will fly this plane to our country

and crash it into the presidential palace.

You'll never make it. Neither will they.

They're sick. Can't you see that?

Then inject them and they will!

Don't you understand? Injection is just a stopgap.

Along the way, they're gonna collapse on you.

You'll crash before you're halfway there.

No!

Beal, Beal.

Yes.

I'm tired of playing games with you.

Get your men to take the hoses out,

cover the gas tanks and get them off the wings, or I'll shoot them off.

And prepare this plane for take-off or I'll blow it up.

Beal.

We're taking off, Mr. Beef,

so get those police trucks out of the way.

I'm tired of taking orders from you, do you hear me?

You're not going anywhere.

You try to stop me, I'll blow up the plane.

And according to our doctor here, there is plague bacillus aboard.

So, please do not make empty threats to me, Mr. Beal.

You're not being heroic. That's wholesale murder.

Murder for everybody on the plane,

and murder for everybody who gets infected when it blows up.

Doctor, this is a detonator

for the explosives on the plane.

Do you understand, Doctor?

Why not just stop before it's too late?

For whom? For you.

Oh, you're so smart. Don't you realize

you're doing everything your dictator wants?

You're killing innocent people,

you're turning world opinion against you,

and you're not achieving one thing.

Sonya...

Sonya...

Sonya, swear to me, if I die,

you'll carry out the plan. Swear it.

Don't listen to him. Do not betray me.

Please, Sonya.

You lied to us before, you could be lying again.

You know I'm not.

The runway's blocked.

Blow up the plane. Blow up the plane.

Can you save him?

I don't know.

Please, please.

Stop the plane.

Congratulations. Thanks a lot.

Thank you.

Beal.

It's definitely a zoonosis, the Rickettsial type.

CDC is flying out the vaccine from its depot in Saint Louis.

I just hope to God he's all right.

I think God heard you.