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- [Announcer] The following dramatization

is based on official documents, personal interviews

and published accounts.

- [Radio Operator] Angel Flight 8-6, Alpha Bravo,

you are clear to taxi via Alpha for runway 2-6.

- [Rick] All right, Tower, 8-6 Alpha Bravo,

ready for takeoff on 2-6.

Confirm my FR flight plan.

- [Radio Operator] Alpha Bravo.

Clear for takeoff on (murmuring).

- Alpha Bravo, climbing on runway heading for 7,000.

Good day, sir.

I hope you're all tied down back there.

We got takeoff clearance.

- Brad, you can get that later.

- I got that, no problem.

(dramatic music) (engine humming)

I'll get to that later. (groans)

- All set, Chuck.

How about you, you need a hand up there?

(engine roaring)

(inspirational music)

- So what are you doing this weekend?

- (chuckles) My son Travis is learning how to cook.

I'll let him handle the kitchen,

I'll make a fire, curl up with Bob.

- Well, wake me up when we get there.

(inspirational music continues)

(engine roaring)

(wheels skidding)

(siren wailing)

- Okay, hon, one more cough. - I know I should've

looked after her. (Sammy coughs)

- And again.

(Sammy coughing)

Just to be on the safe side,

I'd like to do an X-ray.

- Why, what's the matter? - Telephone call.

for Dr. Johnson. - I'm not sure.

I need a closer look. - Telephone call

for Dr. Johnson. - Let's go.

(woman murmuring)

- Hey, come on, Pumpkin.

Let's go see what you look like on the inside, okay?

Come on (grunts). Yeah.

What's that?

- Pretty sure it's metal, something she swallowed.

There's a non-surgical procedure we can try

to get it out of there, OR, please.

(monitor beeping) (people faintly speaking)

- [Doctor] There we go.

Wait.

- [Woman] Yeah. I did, unfortunately.

- [Doctor] What's her blood pressure?

- [Nurse] 140 over 95.

- [Woman] Okay.

- [Doctor] How's her heart rate?

- [Nurse] 99.

(monitor beeping increases)

- [Doctor] What's her heart rate now?

- [Nurse] 125, 129, 131, 139.

She's tach-ing. 140.

- She can't take it.

- We did a bronchoscopy, but we were unable to remove it.

We can't operate here, it's too risky.

There's an infection that could spread

to the heart or the lungs.

We have to fly her immediately

to Children's Hospital in Denver.

I can't overstate this, her condition is extremely serious.

- My, my wife's terrified of flying.

- [Doctor] A seven-hour drive is too dangerous.

- I'll fly with Sammy.

- I'll make the arrangements.

- You, uh, you go with Mom and I-I'll meet you

at the hospital in Denver.

(solemn music) (Jack panting)

(phone ringing)

- I'll get it. Bagshaw residence.

Okay, I'll be in in 20 minutes.

- [Travis] Who was that?

- Sorry, honey, I gotta go back to work.

Why don't you come with me?

You can ride back with Dad.

- But you just got home.

- I have to go, we're flying a little girl

to Denver for surgery.

- Mom, there's a big storm coming in.

- I know, we'll get out before it hits.

Aw, Travis, what's the matter?

- I just, I wish you weren't flying Angel Flights anymore.

(gasps) I mean, look at it out there.

- Hey, it's my job.

(thunder rumbling softly)

I'll be back in time for your birthday.

(siren wailing)

(knuckles rapping)

- Hey, good looking. - I gotta fly out to Denver,

a little girl is sick.

- Oh, terrific.

- Listen, take Travis home. He's worried about me.

- He's worried about you and he's not worried about me?

- (chuckles) He's worried about you flying the chopper, too,

but he won't admit it.

- Yeah, we'll talk about this when you get back.

You gotta hurry. - Okay.

- Love you. - Love you.

(upbeat rock music playing)

(window whirring)

- You're a tough guy aren't you, buddy?

Ready to do it, killer? Come on.

- Daddy, come with me, I'm scared.

- You can do it by yourself. There you go.

(horn honking) There you go, Justin,

that's it, bend your knees.

Piece of cake. Yeah!

Oh! You okay there?

- Hey, you guys.

What in the world's going on, huh?

- You okay?

- I'm okay, Daddy.

- [Angie] You okay, sweetie?

- Gotta do it by himself.

That's the only way he's gonna learn, right?

- Honey, we need to talk, you know.

I think that we should just put Justin

in the church kindergarten.

- There's two things wrong with that.

It's at the church, and it's at the church.

(phone ringing)

- Yeah, well, I know.

Well, all have Justin's friends go there.

I-I think that it would be good for him. Brad?

- [Brad] Angie, I gotta get the phone, I'm on call.

- Can we please finish this conversation?

- Yeah, Brown here. - Brad, Teresa.

You gotta come in.

- [Brad] Well, do I have time to take a shower?

I've been, uh- - No, the patient's

a two-year-old girl with a fever of 105.

We're flying her to Denver.

- I'm on my way.

(phone beeps) (pensive music)

I gotta go.

- (sighs) Great.

- Come here, buddy (grunts).

Your daddy's gotta go and take a plane to Denver tonight.

- Don't go, Daddy.

- See, there's a little kid like you who's sick,

and we gotta try to save her life.

- This is the way that it always is, you know that?

- Angie, this is my job. What do you expect?

- I expect you to give Justin and I equal time.

Brad?

- I gotta go.

(Angie sighs)

Hey, Maria.

- [Maria] Hey, Brad, have a good one.

See you tomorrow.

- [Teresa] We better move out.

- [Brad] How's she doing?

- Not so good.

We didn't have time to make introductions before.

I'm Teresa Bagshaw.

I'll be the flight nurse.

- I'm Jack Bahr.

- Brad Brown.

- My wife Patty and my mother Loretta.

- Just kiss me, Mommy.

- Oh, sweetheart!

- I want Bow.

- [Teresa] What's that?

- Oh. That's what she calls her bear.

- Hey there, Bow.

Gonna take good care of you too.

(phone ringing) (pensive music continues)

- Hey? (Patty whimpers)

Hey, everything's gonna be all right, okay?

I love you.

- Mm. - Okay, we're all set.

Let's get a move on.

- [Man] She's being prepped. Be there in no time.

We'll be in Denver soon.

- Watch it, she's got and obstruction. Be careful.

Watch that IV.

I'll get the front.

And here we go.

(siren wailing)

(EMTs chattering)

- [Teresa] Take three, boys.

- I got the right. - All right.

- [Teresa] Look her over.

- And one, two, three (grunts).

- Put her down. - How's the IV?

- [Teresa] Good. Bring her down.

It's okay, honey. - Going down.

- Bring it down. One, two, three, go.

(somber music)

(engine humming)

Jack, let's go.

- Yo, Brad, how you doing?

- How you doing, Rick?

Jack, this is Rick. He's our pilot.

Rick, this is Jack Bahr, he's the patient's father.

- Welcome aboard. - Thanks.

- Jack, come over, sit over here. Hey, buddy.

- Hey, what'd you do, break your razor?

(Rick chuckles) (engine humming)

- [Teresa] I'm gonna do this real quick.

Gosh, you're good.

Is that bothering you?

I'll make it more comfy. That okay now?

- Mrs. Bagshaw?

- Teresa, Jack.

- Um, shouldn't be in some sort

of infant seat or something?

- She's strapped in tight.

- Alpha, IFR flight plan to Denver.

I have information with me.

- [Tower Control] Air Ambulance 8-6, Delta Bravo.

You are clear to taxi on IFR flight plan to Grand Junction.

- [Rick] Alpha Bravo, I'll make sure, no problem.

- This is an air ambulance.

It's equipped for any kind of medical emergency.

We've got antibiotics, oxygen,

medical instruments, supplies. (monitor beeping)

- [Jack] (exhales) Thanks.

- Relax, Jack. We'll be in Denver before you know it.

(engine humming)

- What's that on the window?

- I'd say it's ice.

- Can the plane take off with ice on it?

- (chuckles) Look, you're gonna have to chill out, okay?

It's no problem.

- [Rick] 8-6 Alpha Bravo, ready for takeoff on 2-6.

Provide flight bearing.

- [Tower Control] Alpha Bravo,

cleared for takeoff (murmuring).

- Alpha Bravo, climbing on runway

heading 2-6 to flight 101.

Here we go.

- [Brad] Yes, sir.

(engine roars) (exciting music)

(monitor beeping)

(exciting music continues)

(engine roars)

- See? Smooth as silk, huh? (monitor beeping)

Nice job, Rick.

(engine humming)

(monitor beeping)

- I'm just gonna check your heart. Okay, honey?

Hey, Rick, do me a favor,

call ahead to the hospital, give 'em our ETA.

- Sure, Teresa, I'll have Denver Center relay the info.

- Denver Center, 8-6 Alpha Bravo.

- So what do you do for a living?

- I'm the youth minister at my church.

- Great.

- What's a matter? You got a problem with God?

- No, let's just say that him

and I have never been the best of friends.

- Well, I'm sure he won't hold it against you.

- Yeah, well, if you don't mind,

I'm gonna get a couple minutes of shut eye.

I've been skiing all day.

- Skiing? Skiing, and a paramedic.

Thrills and spills.

- I'm a ski patrol and I save lives, okay?

(monitor beeping continues)

- [Teresa] Here, give me your hand.

I'm just gonna check on thing.

Do you know what this is?

This is gonna check and see...

(monitor beeping)

(alarm beeping)

- What's the matter? What's wrong?

- The sound of the engine lulls 'em to sleep every time.

Don't worry, it's good for her.

- Hey, its' my kid.

- You're right, I was out of line. I'm sorry, Preacher Man.

- Don't call me Preacher Man.

(gentle music)

(engine humming)

(dramatic music)

(engine roars)

- Cessna to Tower, 8-6 Alpha Bravo.

- [Tower Control] 8-6 Alpha Bravo, go ahead.

- Got a bit of an engine problem here.

Uh, requesting a vector back into Grand Junction.

- [Tower Control] Alpha Bravo, paging in one, 3,000.

Want to head into two, 6,000.

(pensive music)

- Hey, what's the matter?

- We've got a bit of engine trouble.

- Is it serious?

- Well, it's serious enough

to go back down and check it out.

- It's pretty bad out there, isn't it?

- Brad? Don't bother him now.

(engine whistling)

- What's going on?

- We gotta go back. We got engine trouble.

We gotta go back to Grand Junction.

- Go back? We can't go back.

What about Sammy?

- Put her on another plane

as soon as they can get one prepped.

- [Jack] No, no, no, no, there's not enough time!

- [Teresa] Jack, we can't go on with only one engine.

We'll do what we can.

(engine humming)

(engine whistling)

(dramatic music continues) (plane rattling)

(engine roaring)

- [Tower Control] Alpha Bravo, climb and maintain one, 4,000

for a minimum IFR altitude en route.

- Sir, I don't think we're gonna be able to climb

to one, 4,000 feet.

Can I make it through lower?

- [Tower Control] Alpha Bravo, standby. (indistinct)

- [Control] 11.

- [Tower Control] November 8-6 Alpha Bravo

has a situation developing with his right engine.

He's unable to maintain IFR minimum approach

for Grand Junction.

- Is he going to Grand Junction or is he going to Rifle?

- [Tower Control] He's going to Grand Junction.

- Copy that.

(air traffic controllers chattering)

(engine humming)

(monitor beeping)

- I'm getting everything tied down just in case.

- Everything? - Yes, everything, right now.

Tell Rick to call ahead and make sure another aircraft

is ready as soon as we're down.

- Rick, Rick, we got-

- Brad! Sit down.

(engine humming)

- (sighs) I feel like the whole world's against me tonight.

I just wish I was with her.

- Well, they should be in Denver

by the time we get to Glenwood Springs.

Dad will call home as soon as he can.

- Come on, come on.

- Let's stop and get a cup of coffee, make sure he has.

(Patty exhales)

It's gonna be okay, sweetheart.

- Okay.

(dramatic music)

(engine humming)

(air traffic controllers chattering)

- What's Rifle got for weather?

(keyboard keys clacking)

- Saw one, they're reporting 10/10 cloud cover

as of 0200 Zulu.

- They'll never make it out on the one engine.

- What, think we should warn him off?

- Where to? The guy's got zero options.

(dramatic music continues) (engine humming)

- [Teresa] Sit down, Jack. Jack, sit down.

- Sit down!

- Jack, you're gonna have to sit down.

Put your seatbelt on! - Guys, sit down!

(engine roaring)

(alarm beeping)

(engine roaring)

(dramatic music)

- Oh man, we're low!

Come on! Come on!

Cessna to Tower, mayday, mayday, mayday!

This is 8-6 Alpha Bravo, 8-6 Alpha Bravo,

8-6 Alpha Bravo.

(engine humming)

- Rick, we're going into the storm!

- Stop it!

- [Jack] What's happening?

(dramatic music continues) (engine roaring)

- Rick, we're losing speed. We need more speed, Rick!

- Shut up, Brad. He's flying it.

- [Tower Control] 8-6 Alpha Bravo,

please state your position, 8-6 Alpha Bravo.

(engine roaring) (dramatic music continues)

- Well, folks, it looks like

I'm gonna have to set this thing down.

I want you to get everything tied back down there, okay?

- Oh my God!

(engine roaring)

- A place, give me a place.

- Hey, her bed's loose. Is she gonna be all right?

- Well, she's strapped in, she's strapped in.

- [Jack] Sammy!

- A place, give me a place, give me a place!

Give me a. Got it!

Cessna to Tower, I am going in

for an emergency landing in a quarry, due south

(suspenseful music)

- We're gonna crash! Lean forward!

- You said chill out!

- Jack, lean forward!

(plane rattling) (engine roars)

(Rick yells)

(plane crashing)

(Teresa groans)

(plane rumbling)

(Brad groaning)

(plane rumbling)

- Sammy!

(plane clattering)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Rick groans)

(plane crunches)

- 8-6 Alpha Bravo, please state your position.

November 8-6 Alpha Bravo?

8-6 Alpha Bravo? He's gone.

We've lost him.

- Advise Search & Rescue. Angel Flight down.

(dramatic music)

(wind whooshing)

(Brad coughing)

(brad coughing)

- Teresa? Teresa?

(Brad coughing) (dramatic music continues)

Teresa? Teresa?

Teresa?

Teresa?

- (gasps) What?

(Teresa groaning)

Anybody hurt (groans)?

Jack? Rick?

Rick?

- [Jack] Sammy? Sammy?

Teresa, where's Sammy?

(Jack groaning) (pensive music)

Sammy? - Brad?

Brad, over here. Brad, help me.

(Teresa groans)

- Sammy, Sammy. (Teresa groaning)

(Brad groaning)

Sammy, Sammy?

- How is she?

Is she all right?

Oh, baby (panting).

Tell me. Tell me.

- She's breathing, she's got a pulse.

I think she's okay.

(Jack exhales)

- Oh, thank God.

Oh, thank God. Oh, baby.

(Brad coughs)

- What about you, are you hurt?

- My head. I'm ah...

I'm bleeding badly on my head.

- [Teresa] Put your hand on it.

Harder. Harder. - Ow! Okay (groans).

(Brad coughing)

- Brad?

- My ribs hurt like hell but I'm here.

How you doing? Teresa (coughs)?

(Teresa gasps)

How about you?

- I'm okay.

(eerie music)

Uh, I'm okay.

You gonna check on Rick?

Watch the IV.

- Rick? Rick?

(Jack grunts)

Come on, buddy, talk to me.

I can't hear him. I can't see him.

There's too much stuff blocking here.

We got a mess.

(dramatic music)

- What's that smell?

(Jack sniffs)

- We're drenched in aviation fuel.

We gotta get outside, see if there's a fire.

(grunting) It's jammed!

(wind whooshing) - Rick?

(Rick moaning)

Rick? Rick?

Rick, talk to me.

- [Rick] (coughing) Help me out of here (coughing)!

- You okay? (Rick coughing)

Okay, I'll only be one second.

- Oh, God. Oh, God (groaning).

(Brad panting) (dramatic music continues)

- Brad? - Yeah?

- [Teresa] Brad?

- [Brad] I'm checking the radio

to see if there's any power up here. (groaning)

Dammit The radio's dead.

Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on!

- [Rick] Oh, God!

- How you doing? Okay. (Rick moans)

I need your help, okay, buddy?

I'm gonna take you back. All right.

(all grunting)

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

(upbeat music)

(engine rumbling)

(woman singing faintly)

♪ Going through my mind ♪

- I'm gonna call Dad.

- Go ahead, I'll get some coffee.

Officer, is the pass clear up ahead?

- Yes, ma'am, so far anyway.

Snow's accumulating up from the pass,

so we're advising anybody who doesn't have to be

on the road to stay home.

- Hi, Dad, it's Patty.

Um, we're in Glenwood Springs. Has Jack called?

Are you sure? Have you been home the whole time?

Okay. Okay, thanks, Dad.

(somber music) (receiver clicking)

- What's the matter?

- Jack hasn't called. Something's wrong, I can feel it.

- Well now, maybe he hasn't had his chance.

- [Patty] (sighs) I hope you're right.

(dramatic music)

- [Teresa] All right, back here.

- [Brad] Okay.

(Rick panting)

- Mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday!

- Rick, relax. You're here, okay?

Relax. He's disoriented.

- Try to keep him warm. - Okay.

(Rick coughing)

- Jack, can you hold this?

- [Brad] I'm here, buddy.

How's she doing?

- I took the IV out of her to try

to keep her face from welling up.

- Let me see that head.

- It's bad isn't it?

- It's just a scratch. Gauze.

- My shoulder, it's-

- Let me see.

- She's cold. Sammy's cold.

(Brad groaning)

- All right, all right.

I think you may have a shoulder fracture.

You should try to keep it immobile as much as possible.

Maybe Brad can make a sling for you later.

Um can you hold onto Sammy a little while longer?

- I can hold her no matter what.

- [Brad] How's she doing?

- [Teresa] Rick? Rick?

- [Jack] She's cold.

- Can you hear me?

- I'm so sick.

- Okay. - My stomach, I just feel

like I'm gonna throw up.

- It's all right.

Here you go. - I'm gonna be sick.

- How's that ear?

- (grunts) I don't know.

- Okay.

So what do you think?

- Not too good.

He has all the symptoms of a serious head injury.

And there's not much we can do about it.

If we don't get out of here quick,

he's not gonna make it.

And neither is she.

(gentle dramatic music)

Jack? Let's get Sammy to lay down.

I wanna check and see how she's doing.

- [Jack] Okay.

(Rick moans)

- It's all right, Rick. I got you.

- Is it bad? Oh God.

(Rick's throat clearing)

(gentle dramatic music continues)

(wind whooshing)

(gasping) Hot!

- [Jack] What's the matter with him?

- He's delirious, he doesn't know what he's doing.

- Rick, take it easy. Sit down.

- Watch his head. (Rick gasping)

- Relax, buddy.

Relax. Relax. - Rick? Rick?

- Rick? (Rick panting)

- Shh, it's all right, it's all right.

- Okay, all right.

(Rick coughing)

- It's serious isn't it?

- Hypothermia, if we don't get him out

of here he's gonna freeze.

- Freeze? Are we all gonna freeze to death?

- No, we're not.

- But he said that he was on his way to freezing to death.

- If we work to stay warm, we'll be fine.

- What about Sammy?

She'd be the first one to-

- She's not gonna die.

We're not gonna let her die. I mean it.

- She's, she's everything to me.

- Jack, I have a child and so does Brad.

He has a little boy. Kids are everything.

We're not gonna let her die.

We can make a bed, use each other's body heat to keep warm.

They know we're down.

There'll be a search plane looking for us.

- How long will that take?

- We had a 120-mile-per-hour collision

with a side of a mountain, we're still here.

I won't let her die. I promise.

(gentle dramatic music continues)

- Yes, it's on hold. - Hey, let's get moving.

ATC just cleared us for night flight.

Why isn't my chopper warming up?

Come on guys, seconds are ticking by.

Why isn't anybody up there?

- Bob, there is no emergency locator signal coming

from the wreck.

The transmitter's either inoperable or destroyed.

(dramatic music)

(dispatcher chattering)

Without a radio beacon, the only thing we can do

is a visual search at first light.

And it doesn't look very good. I'm sorry, Bob.

- At least we'll have something

between us and the cold floor.

Get Rick.

- [Brad] Okay.

(Rick coughing)

- Here you go. There you go.

Jack?

(dramatic music continues)

(wind whooshing)

Easy.

- Ow. (groans)

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Okay. Come on, over here.

That a girl (groans).

- [Teresa] Good girl.

There. Try to keep her warm.

(Jack groaning)

- That's it, that's it. (Brad coughing)

She's shivering, but she feels so hot.

- [Teresa] It's the chills from the fever.

- Oh, Sammy. Oh, Sammy.

Oh, Sammy. Oh, Sammy.

(wind whooshing)

- Good news for the skiers.

- [Jack] What?

- Snow. The damn storm climb's caught up to us.

(Jack panting)

- Well, how are they gonna find us in that?

- I don't know.

(wind whooshing)

- I checked Glenwood Springs,

the airport in Eagle, nothing.

I mean, maybe he turned back into the mountains,

which is on the heading of 2-6

back into the prevailing wind.

- The only logical course after that

is an estimate landing at Aspen.

That puts him between Rifle and Aspen.

I'll meet you at the chopper.

- I'll call Civil Air Patrol.

And file a flight plan!

(dramatic music)

(wind whooshing)

(Brad grunting)

- There's snow coming in. We're getting buried alive.

- They'll never see us.

- All right, we'll pass this way to the cockpit.

I can feel the cold air coming in from the front window.

- How are we gonna get out of here?

- Maybe we can dig our way out when it quits.

- Wait a minute.

- [Teresa] What?

- Wait a minute.

- Rick? Wake up, Rick.

Wake up. Rick, wake up.

Come on. Where is the ELT?

- Good, Brad, the ELT.

- Where is the ELT? Try to remember.

Come on, wake up, Rick. Where is the ELT?

- What's an ELT? - Come on.

- An emergency locator transmitter.

It goes off when there's a crash.

A search party then hones in on its transmission.

- Come on, think.

- [Teresa] Rick? Rick?

- What?

- Try to remember. The ELT.

- Come on. - The ELT!

- We gotta make sure it works.

Where is the ELT, Rick? Wake up.

Damn it, Rick! Wake up.

- Easy.

- It's no use, his brain's a mess.

- It's okay. It's all right.

- I don't know.

- It's all right.

(chopper whirring)

- Look, visibility's just about minimal.

We can't keep flying like this.

- Looks to be clear up on the mesa.

- [Robert] No way.

- [Bob] There's a chance!

- [Robert] Yeah, there's a chance, but if we keep going up,

we're gonna take on too much ice to fly.

- It's Teresa, Robert.

- Look, I know, but we gotta go back.

We can't keep flying like this.

Now, you are no good to her dead, Bob.

(chopper whirring)

(somber music)

- [Jack] What are you doing?

- Keeping her hydrated. It'll help her fever.

Sammy, come on, honey.

Can you wake up? Sammy?

- Hey, Pumpkin, come on, wake up.

Come on, wake up. Sammy?

Hey, wake up.

- [Teresa] Sammy?

(dramatic music)

(Patty sighs)

- Something's happened. I know it.

I know it.

- Sammy's probably in surgery right now.

She's gonna be fine, dear.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Everything's gonna be just fine.

- [Jack] Hey, Sammy, wake up.

Sammy? Hi, Sammy.

- Hi, Daddy.

(soft music)

- Hi.

- Here, open up, sweetie.

Want a lollipop, huh?

That a girl.

Open up. Good girl.

- Hey. Look what I found.

I found your Bow, huh?

I'm gonna put him right in here

so he can keep you company, okay?

There you go.

I wanna say something.

I believe in God, and I believe he will protect us

in this time if we pray to him.

- Hey? You can pray all you want, all right?

But leave me out of this.

I don't need you to preach to me.

- [Teresa] Brad.

- I wasn't going to preach.

I just wanted to say what I believed.

I thought it might help. (sighs)

My faith has always gotten me through.

- I'm glad you told us, Jack.

I'm glad you have that to hold onto.

(gentle music continues)

(wind whooshing)

- [Bob] The plane went down.

- In, in the mountains?

- Yeah.

(Angie sobbing)

I've been out looking, but the weather closed in.

We'll blanket the area at dawn.

- Oh, God, we had this fight right before he left (panting).

(Justin crying)

Justin!

(gentle music continues)

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,

what are you crying about, little guy?

Hey. Hey, you should be sleeping.

You should be under the covers snug as a bug.

Don't you know it's snowing out?

- I want my daddy, I want my daddy.

- Well, well, he can't be here right now.

I'm sorry. How about I take you up to bed, huh?

Okay? All right.

Come on there, buddy. Yeah.

Hey, tell me, hey you ever really seen

a cow jump over the moon?

- [Justin] No.

(solemn music) (wind whooshing)

- [Teresa] You okay?

- (sighs) Yeah.

- Are you sure?

- Mm-hmm.

This cold is like a knife.

- [Teresa] Mm.

- You know, I was thinking about Angie

and when I was on the Air Rescue in Alaska

for the Air Force.

I used to describe the crashes to her.

I guess I needed her to think

that I was some kinda hero or something.

And now, she probably thinks I'm one of the gory details.

I have done so many things that are wrong.

And if we ever get out of here, I swear...

I swear I'm gonna do things different.

Yeah. Yeah.

(flashlight clicks)

(wind whooshing)

- Yeah, we're flying out on our own at first light.

How soon can they be here? Thanks.

I got two more search planes coming in from Denver.

How are you doing, Robert?

- I got planes coming in from Aspen, Utah, the whole area.

Talk to Brad's wife yet?

- Yeah, it was hard on her.

- Yeah, well, she knows the odds.

(sighs) Jeez, I'm sorry, Bob.

- It's okay. I know the odds, too.

(somber music)

(sighs) I think I'll go home. Try to catch a couple hours.

- Still gotta tell his kid.

(Bob chuckles)

(somber music continues)

- [Travis] What's the matter, Dad?

(Bob exhales)

- [Bob] Your mother's plane ran into a little trouble.

- Tr-trouble? What, what, what kinda trouble?

- It went down in the mountains.

There's a chance that she's still alive and...

- A, a chance? (sighs)

- Travis.

- This is winter in the Rockies.

- Travis, listen to me (chuckles).

If there's even the slightest chance,

you can bet your mother's never gonna quit fighting, huh?

Hey, neither are we.

(dramatic music)

(both sobbing)

(Teresa coughs)

- [Rick] Teresa? (coughing) Teresa, it's back there.

It's in the back (coughing).

In the compartment in the back, in there, in there.

- [Brad] Rick, what are you talking about?

- (coughing) In the compartment.

In the back in there. The ELT.

(tense music)

In the compartment.

(flashlight banging)

(Teresa groans)

- [Brad] Got it!

I got it.

- You know how to work it?

- Are you kidding me?

This is gonna bring a search party right on top of us.

- What's the matter?

What's wrong? - It's dead.

- What?

- The antenna's busted.

(dramatic music)

Teresa, Teresa, this was our last chance.

(wind whooshing)

- Fixed-wing aircraft will be in the vicinity

of what we believe to be the crash site at first light.

We'll follow in with choppers at daybreak. Any questions?

- [Man In Plaid] Yeah, yeah, can I say something?

- [Bob] Sure, who are you?

- I used to work for Mountain Rescue over in Denver.

I came down to warn you.

- Yeah, well we know what we're doing.

- You don't even have an ELT signal,

and without an ELT signal this search

is like trying to find an icicle in a blizzard.

Now, if there was a 5% chance I'd say go for it,

but there is no chance, and if you go up there today

some of you are very likely not to come back.

- Maybe we should put this to a vote.

(Robert groans)

I don't want anyone to risk themselves too much

on my account. - All right, fine!

Let's take a vote.

Everybody who thinks we better get up off our butts

and go find these people say aye!

- [All] Aye!

(all chattering)

(wind whooshing) (Teresa humming)

♪ Don't you cry ♪

♪ Go to sleep ♪

♪ Little baby ♪

(announcer chattering)

- Can I help you? (phone ringing)

- Hi, I'm Patty Bahr. I'm here to see my daughter, Samantha.

She's here for surgery.

- Just a minute. Someone wants to talk to you.

Mrs. Bahr is here.

(dramatic music)

- Mrs. Bahr, I'm the chaplain here.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

- [Teresa] Her fever's rising again.

I've given her a big dose of antibiotics,

but we're gonna have to ration the rest.

- How long will they last?

- (sighs) Uh, maybe 24 hours

if she doesn't get any worse.

- Why is this happening?

(wind whooshing)

- All right, we search the grid between Rifle here

in the northwest, south towards Aspen and the southeast.

We've all got our sectors.

Keep a listening watch on 121.5 to that ELT signal.

- All right. - Okay.

- Maybe we'll get lucky.

- All right, guys, let's head out.

- All right. - After this storm blows over,

there's worst forecast for the afternoon.

- [Man] Oh no.

- Let's go get 'em.

- All right. - Time to go.

(wind whooshing)

- (sighs) I got an idea.

Tomorrow morning we'll set the forest on fire.

No search plane is gonna miss a forest fire.

- Hold it. You could set us on fire, too.

Remember, we're covered in aviation fuel.

- It's evaporated, Jack.

- [Teresa] It's too dangerous.

- (sighs) Okay, fine.

I'll go and get some fuel from the wing tank,

I'll go 50 yard from the plane and I'll torch one tree.

- What about the wind?

- I'll go down wind.

- It might work.

- What if the wind turns?

- Then we won't freeze to death.

Come on, guys, I gotta try something.

- Okay, give it a try.

- All right. I need some way to carry the fuel.

- What about a bed pan?

You, you can siphon the fuel out of the wing tank

with IV tubing.

- Okay, great. Got any matches?

- (exhales) I don't smoke.

(dramatic music)

- Big surprise, you know, we're all gonna die out here

because we're too health conscious.

Rick, Rick? Rick, wake up, buddy.

Is there any matches anywhere?

- What?

- Wake up. Where are the matches?

Matches? Is there any matches anywhere?

- Uh, uh, back there, in there.

- (sighs) Okay.

- The ELT's in there.

(Brad and Teresa sighing)

(Jack signs)

- Wait. You can use battery powered defibrillators.

You strike 'em together it'll make a spark.

- All right. I'll try that in the morning.

(gentle music)

(Angie whimpering)

(wind roars)

(Teresa gasps)

- It's only the wind.

(gentle music continues)

Brad? Brad?

- [Brad] Huh?

- Jack? Wake up.

Okay. It's light out.

(groans) Sammy?

Sammy? Sammy, honey, wake up.

- What's the matter? - Sammy?

- Teresa? What's the matter with her?

- Call to her, Jack. - What?

- Let her hear your voice.

- Sammy, Sammy, Sammy?

Sammy? Sammy?

(suspenseful music)

Oh, Sammy! Oh, Pumpkin (panting).

- I got her.

- We've gotta get out of here. Come on, let's go.

- Good girl.

(tense music)

- [Jack] You really believe this will work?

- You're the one with all the beliefs. Let's go.

(both groaning)

(dramatic music)

- We're in South Canyon.

- How do you know?

- I hauled enough oil drilling equipment up this canyon

to last a life time.

Serving the Lord doesn't always pay that well.

- I guess I've been kinda tough on you

over that whole church thing, haven't I?

- I've noticed.

- Well, I think man shouldn't have to depend on a crutch.

- So what do you depend on?

- Myself. Let's go.

(dramatic music)

I gotta get fuel from the wing tank. Got it?

Watch it, watch your step.

(Brad groaning)

- [Jack] You need some help?

- Got it.(grunting)

(Brad coughing) (tense music)

- Brad!

(Brad yelling)

Brad, Brad?

Brad? (groaning)

(Brad coughing) Brad!

- My ribs! - Come on!

Come on. Come on.

(Brad groaning)

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

(suspenseful music)

(Jack groans)

(Brad grunting) Come on, Brad.

(Jack groaning)

(both grunting)

Brad!

[Brad] I can do it!

- Stop. Brad, Brad, stop.

(Brad pants)

Brad, Brad, Brad, Brad,

Brad, Brad, Brad! - I can do it!

(solemn music)

- [Jack] Teresa!

- Nothing works, nothing works.

(Jack grunting) The snow's way too deep.

- We couldn't get anywhere (panting).

- Ridiculous, they can't see us. We're trapped.

- We're not, Brad. It's all right.

We'll try something else. We'll find another way.

- Don't you understand?

We're not gonna make it.

(solemn music continues)

We're not gonna make it (panting).

(wind whooshing)

- Come on, Brad. Come on.

You gotta keep moving. Come on.

- I'm tired of this. I-I just wanna sleep.

- No, you can't sleep.

Hey, look at that little girl, huh?

She's growing weaker by the hour,

but she's fighting for light every minute.

Look at her. Look at that little girl.

Think how'd you feel if that were your kid.

- I just wanna sleep.

- You're scared.

- I'm not scared. - Yeah, you're terrified.

You're afraid everyone will know you're scared.

- I said I'm not scared.

- Oh, yeah, your whole life's based

on proving how brave you are.

You'd rather die than let anyone know you're weak.

- Shut up!

- Prove me wrong, huh? Prove me wrong.

I'll survive 'cause I'm not a quitter like you. (panting)

Listen, while you're up,

go check on Rick for me, will you?

(solemn music continues)

(wind whooshing)

(engine humming)

- We're low enough. Nothing, there's nothing!

It's too thick. I'm going back up.

- Okay, that's better. Come on, Rick.

Hey, Jack? Hand Sammy to Brad for a minute, help me here.

- Okay. (grunting)

(gentle music)

- Hey, Sammy.

I got a little kid just like you.

- Hi.

- And I wanna see him again.

I wanna hold him in my arms

and tell him I love him more than anything in this world.

- Don't cry.

- What?

- Nothing.

(Jack groans)

- I know how you feel.

Wanna hold her for awhile?

- Yeah.

- Here you go. That a girl.

(gentle music continues)

(helicopter whirring)

- You guys get anything?

- Nah, there's no ELT.

It's all socked in in the mountains up there,

there's no visibility at all.

- Could you guys try again?

With the storm coming in this afternoon,

we'll barely have a two-hour window to find 'em.

When that front hits it could shut the area down for a week.

- Sure. We'll go back up as soon as we re-fuel.

- Thanks. I mean it, thanks, guys, it.

- It's no sweat, Bob.

- [Man] That was the last of it.

- Let's get these choppers up.

(dramatic music)

(buttons clicking) (engine roars)

(helicopter whirring)

- [Jack] Are you getting anywhere?

- Except for the antenna,

I can't see anything else wrong with this.

You know, one time in Alaska,

we had this ELT signal in a crash.

And this guy kept turning it on and off.

He was trying to tell us that he was still alive

so we'd go after him.

- How'd it end up?

- We saved his life.

(lever clicking)

(chopper whirring faintly)

(chopper whirring intensifies)

- Maybe we're not in the area.

Maybe we're not even close.

(static crackling)

(signal beeping)

There! There, did you hear it?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, it could be.

- That's it! It's weak, but that's it!

See if we can lock in on it.

Mark? There, man. There, man.

- Where did it go?

(lever clicking) (dramatic music)

- Maybe we could-

- No, you were right.

We'll clear the fuselage so maybe they can see us.

- Okay.

(Teresa coughing)

- Frozen solid. We're trapped.

(helicopter whirring)

- What happened to it?

- We're way into our reserve tanks, Bob.

We gotta go back for fuel. We can be back inside the hour.

(objects clattering)

- [Brad] All right. It's not there now.

I think I can get through over there.

Grab this. - No.

- Hold on, you've been through enough. I'll go.

(Brad grunting)

(Jack banging)

(Jack groans)

- You got it? - Yeah.

(Jack grunting) (dramatic music)

(wind whooshing)

- Jack, you all right?

- [Jack] Yeah, I'm out. I'm okay.

(wind whooshing) (Jack panting)

(Sammy coughing) (dramatic music continues)

(explosion booming)

(eerie music)

- You're hurt, Teresa.

- No, I'm fine. Ah!

- We need to deal with it.

- (gasps) There's no time for that.

This is the last of the antibiotics.

I think she's getting worse.

(dramatic music) (wind whooshes)

- It's white! The plane's white!

The fuselage is white!

- Try the wing, Jack!

(Jack grunting) (wind whooshing)

Jack, be careful.

(suspenseful music)

- I'm on the nose. (gasping)

I got an orange stripe on the nose! (grunting)

I can't, I can't get the.

There, I got it! (grunting)

- If he falls, I won't be able to get him in time.

(tense music) (wind whooshing)

- I'm coming in! Open it. (grunting)

(Jack banging)

(Jack yelling)

Come on, come on!

(both grunting)

I got it cleared.

- [Brad] I'm gonna go outside for a signal.

- The wing's kinda small.

I don't know if they're gonna be able to see us.

(wind whooshing)

(Jack gasping)

Oh, my feet!

I can't feel my feet, my feet! My legs, ow!

My legs, my legs are numb (gasping).

Oh, it's happening so fast.

I can't feel my legs!

- Hypothermia, Jack, let's keep the blood going.

- Oh, God! Oh, God, please!

Oh! I can't,

I can't feel my legs! - Sit back, Jack. I'll help.

- We're dying out here!

- Come on, Jack. Come on.

(dramatic music)

- You're not going outside anymore. It's too cold.

- You did a good job. They can see us now.

- A steady stream of search aircraft

are coming and going from the space

in search of the Angel Flight

that went down somewhere between here and Aspen last night.

And a new storm front is expected

to hit this area within a few hours.

The pilots in this desperate search said they must find

the victims of the crash soon, before the new storm makes

it virtually impossible.

The Civil Air Patrol is working at full force.

This is Martine Singer reporting live

from Glenwood in Colorado. - Please, God.

Please watch over my family.

(gentle dramatic music)

- There's nothing like a sleeping child.

So innocent, so peaceful.

Funny the things you think about

when you get in a fix like this.

I remember when my son, Travis, (sniffles)

was around two or...

I took him to a new playground

and I told him to stay off the slide.

So, naturally, he had to sneak over there

and try it himself.

He nearly fell off. He was hanging there upside down.

I could tell he hated having to be rescued,

but he was glad I was there.

I was actually thinking about making this

my last flight (chuckles).

Maybe taking some nice, safe work on the ground for awhile.

(helicopters whirring)

(rescue crew chattering)

(Sammy coughing) When I left yesterday,

I promised him I'd be back for his birthday.

I'd hate it if the last thing I ever did was lie to my son.

(gentle dramatic music continues)

(engines whirring faintly)

- That's a. (Sammy coughing)

- That's a plane! - That's a plane.

(helicopters whirring)

- Hey, let's split up. I'll fly on with Frank.

Double our chances.

- Okay. Be safe up there! - All right.

- [Bob] All right.

- Unidentified aircraft, unidentified aircraft,

we are west of you, I repeat, we are west of you.

(engine roars)

(static crackling)

(hand thuds)

The damn plane didn't see us.

- Sammy, come on, wake up.

I can't wake her up.

I'm losing her. She's dying.

- Sammy? Give her to me.

- Sammy, wake up.

- Sammy? - Pumpkin.

- [Teresa] Come on, Sammy.

She's unconscious. Come on, Sammy.

(dramatic music)

- "Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

on Earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread."

- [Teresa] Sammy? (chimes tinkling)

Come on, Sammy.

(dramatic music)

- Mom, the people searching Rifle say

that a signal has been heard from the emergency transmitter.

Now, I'm not sure what that means.

(PA announcer murmuring)

That's a good thing though, isn't it, Mom?

- Oh, I hope so, honey. I hope so.

(dramatic music)

(helicopter whirring)

- We're running out of time.

They gotta be here somewhere.

Come on. Where are you?

(dramatic music)

- Hold hand, Daddy. Hold hand, Daddy.

Hold hand, Daddy.

- She's a fighter, she just won't quit.

(helicopter whirring) (hopeful music)

- It's right on top of us.

(Brad panting) (triumphant music)

Over here! Over here!

Come on, give us a sign!

They can't see the blanket!

- Here! Brad, here.

Try this as a reflector.

- Come on.

- Where is it?

- There's no sun.

- The blanket, here. Drench it in fuel.

We'll light it on fire.

- Okay.

(Brad panting)

- Give it to me, the defibrillator.

It's the machine there.

- This? - Yeah, the whole handle,

pick it up.

(dramatic music)

(fuel sloshing)

- [Brad] Come on!

- [Teresa] I'm gonna set it on fire.

- Okay.

- Just throw it as far as you can.

- Okay, go. (spark crackling)

(air whooshing)

- I can't see 'em.

(triumphant music) (helicopter whirring)

- [Brad] Yeah!

- We made it!

- Yeah!

(triumphant music continues)

- Come on, Sammy, sweetie. Come on, hang in there.

Outta time, Bob. We gotta get her off this mountain.

- Rick, come on.

- Civil Air Patrol has a plane waiting

to rush you to Denver.

- We gotta get Rick out of here,

too, he's got head injuries.

- We'll all fit in my machine, let's get him onboard.

- We're going home.

- [Bob] Easy.

- You got him? - Yeah.

Listen, Rick, there's about one place

on this whole mountainside

you could've set this plane down in one piece.

You did one hell of a job of piloting.

I'd fly with you any day.

(gentle music)

- We did it.

- We did it.

You know all that stuff that you said about me? About.

- No, no, I didn't mean that.

I-I was just-

- You were right. I do put on a big show.

- Me too.

- You?

- Shaking in my boots the whole time.

- Come on, buddy, let's go home.

(gentle music continues)

(Teresa moans)

(triumphant music)

(helicopter whirring)

(rescuers chattering)

- [Justin] Daddy, Daddy!

- You okay?

(gentle music) (rescuers chattering)

I've gotta tell you something.

- No, I have to tell you. I am so sorry.

- You're sorry? - I'm sorry.

(Angie and Brad chuckling)

- I realized something out there.

I almost lost it out there, Angie.

- (sighs) No, no, you didn't because you're here.

- But if I had been alone, I-I wouldn't have made it.

- Baby, you're not alone, okay?

(gentle music continues)

- I love you.

I love you. - I love you.

- Daddy, daddy!

Can we go skiing when we get home?

There's lots of snow now.

(Angie and Brad chuckling)

- Yes.

- [Announcer] Paging Dr. Lem to Patient Services.

(soulful music)

- Jack! Jack, you should be in bed.

(Patty sighs)

- Have you heard anything yet? - Line two.

- No, not yet.

- You're a hero (chuckles).

I don't know how you did it.

- It's funny, the hardest part was thinking

about what you and Travis were going through.

- Oh, it was an ordeal all right.

The kid's cooking's pretty awful.

Oh, Travis, hey, buddy.

- Hey. - Hey.

- You know the birthday we promised to have together?

(gentle music)

- You bought that.

(Bob laughs)

- I got something for you.

- I'm so, I'm so happy that you're like okay.

- I told you I'd make it back.

Happy birthday, kid.

(whimsical music) (wind whooshing)

People don't walk away from mountain crashes like ours.

Maybe Jack was right.

Maybe it was a miracle.

Today, Jack continues to inspire his congregation.

Brad still is a paramedic, and Rick, our pilot,

fully recovered from his injuries.

He was exonerated of any pilot error.

It was determined that a mechanical error caused the crash.

Rick resumed his air charter business.

And me, I'm still flying the Angel Flights,

though, sometimes I ask myself why.

But you know, the little girl, Sammy,

we put it on the line for her.

Sammy's doing just fine.

(Sammy laughing)

- You ready for the fun stuff? You ready?

Here it goes! Five!

(Sammy squeals) (gentle music)

(triumphant music)

(gentle music)