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(Engines roaring)

(Whispers) The ship's overtaken by rats.

(Man whispers)
The ship's overtaken by rats.

(Woman whispers) Okay.

(Whispers) The ship's overtaken by rats.

(Man panting)

(Mutters)

(Scottish accent)
Not exactly a frequent flyer,

are you, luv?

These international flights,

they can be hell on the ol' stomach, eh?

Mm.

You feeling better, hon?

That...

that man....

Filled with rats.

(Pants)

Uh...

Can you take your seat, please, sir?

Just... this plane's filled with rats.

(Whispers) - Okay.
(Pants) - And we... we gotta kill them all,

starting with the queen.

Aah!

(Passengers screaming)

(Air whooshes)

(Stafford) What's the deal with you

and detective Tommy Sullivan?

Am I gonna have to fight
a duel with that guy

every time I want
to ask you out or what?

(Laughs)
Well, I would pay to see that, but... mm.

(Chuckles)
I... I don't think so.

But there is a story there, huh?

Yeah.

A long one...

Mm.

That I'm not telling.

Well, I don't want you to tell it.

I just want to know it has an end.

Tommy and I dated,

some stuff happened,

and now I'm out with you,

having a very nice time.

End of story.

This was nice, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Surprisingly so.

It doesn't have to end here, you know?

It kinda does. Lacey.

She's a big girl.
She's with her grandmother.

All you gotta do is call her,

tell her you're gonna have a late night.

A very late... night.

Hmm.

(Clicks tongue)

Hey, it's me.

Can you stay a little longer?

(Joan) Funny, Lacey just

asked me to spend the night,

have a girls' movie night,
just the three of us.

Okay, but...

make it two.

I'm gonna be out late.

Uh, I think she was trying

to mend the fences between us.

I think that's gonna take

a little more than popcorn
and a movie, don't you?

Okay. Right. It wasn't my idea.

Never mind. You're having fun. Stay out.

- Better for us both.
- Thank you.

I think.

(Sighs)

My mommy just extended my curfew.

Mm.

(Jet engines roaring)

(Explosion)

(Woman gasps and screams)

What the hell just happened?

(Electricity clanks)

(Sirens wailing)

(Emergency radio chatter)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Wailing continues)

Where's the M.E.?

There she is.

(Wailing continues)

(Man) Hey!

We need six more hoses
on that westside fire.

We need to setup that perimeter.

What do you know?

You're looking at flight 875,
or what's left of it.

Antigua to Philly.

82 souls on the manifest.

What brought it down?

N.T.S.B.'s gonna figure that out.

All we know is, they lost altitude,

clipped a few trees over there,
and broke off the tail section.

The main section cleared the woods,

but it took out this power grid.

Blacked out half the city.

- Intentionally?
(Martin) - I don't think so.

I think the pilot dumped fuel
before he hit,

or else this whole thing
would've blown sky-high.

And we got survivors.

Anybody set up an airlift to
the burn unit over at County?

- Who's in charge here?
(Man) - You're looking at it.

We've got four paramedic crews here.

The rest are all over the city
dealing with that blackout.

What about N.T.S.B.?

They're six hours out.
They can't get in.

The power outage shut down the airport.

(Wailing continues)

(Amplified voice)
Medical personnel, listen up.

My name's Charles Stafford.

I am the health commissioner.

We're gonna set up a triage area
off to my left.

(Radio chatter continues)
We're gonna make a makeshift morgue

in this building over here to my right.

Let's move, people. Go!

(Man over radio) Copy, medic 16.
We've got it coming your way.

(Siren whoops)

Okay. He's all set.

(Sighs) That guy says the same
thing as everybody else.

Crazy guy with a gun

shot out a window,
depressurized the cabin.

The F.A.A. says there was

a U.S. air marshal on board,

a John Davies.

Former marine corps.

Manifest puts him in seat 26D.

(Stafford) Well, I say,

we better we find him
if he's still alive.

Find out why he didn't
subdue the gunman.

Maybe he is the gunman.

Body of Proof 3x11 - Dark City
Original air date May 7, 2013

Sync and corrections by atrn97g
for www.addic7ed.com

The crash of a passenger plane
into a power station

has plunged Philly
into darkness and chaos.

There have been reports
of looting and violence

throughout the city.

And we are live
at the scene of the crash

that caused it all

with Dr. Kate Murphy,
Chief Medical Examiner.

What is the death toll
so far, Dr. Murphy?

I'm not at liberty to release
that information yet.

We still have people inside that plane,

both living and dead.

And our first responders
are here to make sure

that there are more of
the former than the latter.

(Sirens wailing,
emergency radio chatter)

You need to give me more than that.

Excuse me?

You know who sent me here.

District Attorney Dan Russell.

He told me to come down here

and get some hero shots of you,
make you look good,

and in return, you'd be
a little more... forthcoming.

So how about a few sound bites

from our, uh, next congresswoman?

(Wailing continues)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Man sniffles) Ahh.

(Emergency radio chatter)

Sir.

Sir. Hey, sir.

W... were you on the plane?

Yeah. You're damn right I was.

Okay. Well, I'm just trying to help.

- That's... that's him.
- What?

- Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.
- That's...

that's the jacked up son of a bitch

who started shooting.

You sure?

Aye, I'm sure. He shot us
out of the damn sky!

So a trained air marshal
flipped out midflight

and brought down a jet
he's supposed to protect?

I want to know everything
about this guy...

where he's traveled,
where he's trained...

and why he had a seizure midflight.

Petechial hemorrhaging,

antemortem bite marks on his tongue...

he had a seizure before the crash.

We need to pull blood
for a tox screen A.S.A.P.

Okay, have Kate catalog everything.

Have your people load him up,
take him to the M.E.O.

Go with them.

The tail of this plane is still missing.

There may be more dead
or more survivors.

I'm on it.

Megan, listen, people
go crazy during a blackout.

Remember New York in '91?

Yes, I remember.

Just be careful, all right?

Okay. You be careful, too.

Okay. Thanks for caring.

I'll call you to check in later.

Hey.

You need an extra pair of eyes?

Uh, yeah.

Sure.

Flashlight,

glow sticks,

and battery-powered radio.

(Laughs)
Oh, boy.

You girls are prepared.

I watch this great series
called "Doomsday Prep Wars."

The first rule of surviving
the apocalypse... batteries.

My first rule back in the day...

eat the perishables.

(Laughs)

You know, I haven't been
in a blackout since...

New York, 1991.

And I ended up walking 32 blocks

from the train station

to your mother's tiny little apartment

on the westside.
(Chuckles)

And that's when I got my big surprise.

I found out that she was
dating Tommy Sullivan.

Were they in love?

No.

It was just...

kid stuff.

I tried to tell her so at the time,

but she wouldn't listen.

I know you probably don't understand

why your mom and I aren't

on such friendly terms these days,

but I want you to know, it has
nothing to do with you.

I know.

Okay, good.

I know why you've been fighting.

Mom thinks granddad didn't kill himself,

that he was murdered.

And now she wants
to bring up his body, and...

Lacey...

I overheard you, and she
doesn't know that I know.

I just... I had to ask.

I don't want to talk about this, okay?

But, grandma, wh... what if...

what if mom's right?

Why wouldn't you want to know the truth?

I said no.

I didn't want to have this awful,

morbid conversation with her,

and I certainly don't want
to have it with you.

(Indistinct conversations)

How many are there?

Uh, 52 dead so far,
but the good news is,

we have had reports of survivors.

(Electricity crackles)

Is our generator gonna hold?

Oh, it's gon' hold.

The apocalypse will come and go

before we shut down.

But just in case,
I broke out these puppies.

Don't think I don't watch
"Doomsday Prep Wars"

on the Splice Channel.

So I just put

- seven crash survivors in the conference
room. - What?

They didn't want to go to
the hospital to get checked out,

they just wanted to be here
with their loved ones.

I'd really like to interview them.

I don't think so. Who are you anyway?

This is Mandy Wells from WVGH.
She's with me.

Just keep the survivors there
until we're ready

to have them I.D. the deceased, all right?

And then we'll see if
they want to talk to the press.

(Elevator bell dings)

(Indistinct conversations)

Ohh.

Can I help you folks?

We were at the airport.

We were waiting for
the flight to come in

when we found out...

You have family on flight 875?

Yes.

Yes, my husband. His name is Thomas.

And my grandson Max.
He was traveling alone.

Please check.

Okay, this is Dr. Brumfield.
He'll get you situated,

and we'll find out what happened
to your loved ones.

You have a list in your hand
right there.

Now is that a list of people
that made it and who didn't?

Because I just need to know.

Is my wife...

is she dead?

Pam Jacks. She's a flight attendant.

The list is incomplete.

But Jacks...

I don't see her name.

What about Thomas? Tom Westphall?

I'm so sorry.

(Sobs)
No.

Please. No.
(Sniffles)

No.
(Crying)

Um, Mrs. Westphall, just one question.

(Lowered voice)
Okay, okay, come here. Come here.

Ow!
(Normal voice) Are you serious?

That woman just found out
she lost her husband.

I am just doing my job.

Adam.

(Scoffs)

Yeah.

We're about to autopsy the air marshal.

You in or out?

Uh, I'm out.

I'm on crowd control.

Oh, Megan.

You hear from Tommy?

Not yet. You?

No.

So... the blackout of '91, huh?

Guess you two go way back.

Well, it's... it's complicated.

I'm a pretty bright girl. Try me.

(Tires squealing)

Must be debris from the plane.

(Beep)

Call Adam Lucas.

(Autodials)

(Busy signal beeping)

The cell towers must be
taking a beating.

I... I'd try, but my battery's dead.

Call Megan.

(Auto dials)

This is Megan Hunt. Leave a message.

Megan, listen, it's Tommy.
I'm just checking in.

I think I got a lead
on the tail section,

but it's... it's pretty damn
remote out here.

What the...

(Tires squealing)

(Wood cracks)

(Crashing)

(Buzzing)

Petechial hemorrhaging
means asphyxiation

prior to crash.

(Stafford) Yeah, and prior to that,

he was screaming about
a flying rat queen.

This guy's high as a kite on something.

On what we won't know until
the electricity comes back on.

And all the labs are down.

We'll just have to wait to
find out what it is he took.

Or was given.

I highly doubt that he decided
to get his fix midair.

This looks like foul play to me.

That's a leap.

He was a U.S. air marshal.

They're routinely subjected
to drug tests

and background checks.

What, so nobody ever
faked a drug test before?

Have a buddy come in, pee in the cup.

Are you speaking from experience?

I'm speaking as someone
who knows human beings.

They are predictably unpredictable.

There's no jaundice,
no track marks, no bruxism.

This guy was not a drug addict.

Wait. So what are you saying,

he was just randomly drugged?

Not random. He was
an undercover air marshal.

Maybe somebody found out,

somebody who had something
so big to hide,

they were willing to do anything

to keep it secret.

A lot of ifs in that scenario.

Okay. We've got six people
in the conference room

who had first-class seats to the show.

Why don't you find out what they saw?

(Buzzes)

So, Mr. Franco, I need you to tell me

everything you remember
about the flight.

Anything at all.

Stupid things,
things you don't think matter,

maybe they do.

You know, I remember there was this...

child kicking the back of my chair.

(Boy) I gotta go pee.

And he was trying
to get to the bathroom,

but he practically ripped
the back of my chair off

trying to get there,

so I turned around to say something,

and he bumped into the guy next to him,

the gunman.

Did you notice anything else about him?

Yeah. I thought it was odd, you know?

This kid plows right into him...

and he doesn't even blink.

He just keeps staring.

(Whispers indistinctly)
(Man, Indian accent) I remember

he seemed polite.

When we boarded,

he helped a woman
with her carry-on luggage.

Uh, "very... polite,"

I remember saying to my wife.

She thought the man liked the woman.

(Stafford) Why did she think that?

Because he came up to her
and spoke with her

a few times during the flight.

I didn't really

notice him again until...

Anyway, he pulls out this ginormous gun

from God knows where,

and starts waving it around,
yelling something about

flying rats.

He aimed it right at me.

(Screaming)

Well, not at me. At the chick beside me.

She was wearing this, uh, blue scarf.

Poor thing had been airsick
during most of the flight.

She squeezed my hand

during the shooting,

during the crash.

I mean, it felt like hours,
but it must have been seconds?

Tanner,

the... the... the woman in the blue scarf,

do you remember her name?

She said her name was Carla.

Carla Mendez, seat 23A. Deceased.

She's here in the morgue.

One thing that they remember
about her is the blue scarf.

That and the, uh, the air marshal

was fixated on her.

We need to take a look at her,

verify her identity,
find out where she's been,

exactly what she was doing
on that flight.

You think she's behind all this?

Maybe another victim.

People saw her go into
the bathroom a lot.

She coulda been drugged, too.

(Cell phone chimes)

Hmm.

It's voice mail from Tommy.

Service has been crap all night.

You're lucky you got anything.

Put it on speaker.

Megan, listen, it's Tommy.

I'm just checking in.

I think I got a lead
on the tail section,

but it's... it's pretty damn
remote out here.

(Tires squeal)

(Wood cracks, crashing)

Megan, Megan, where are you going?

I'm gonna find him.

No, you're not. It's chaos out there.

You stay here. Do your job.
Find out who...

No! Something has happened...

Megan, I will find him.

He's right.

He's got a badge, gun,

whole police department backing him up.

You find him.

Okay.

He's gonna be all right.

Yeah.

(Horns honk)

(Touch screen clicks)

(Breathes unsteadily)

(Phone rings)

Tommy...

Sullivan. You missed me.

Leave a message after the beep.

(Pants)

Uh, Tommy, I don't...

I don't know if you're gonna get this,

but if you get this...

I...

(Voice breaks)
I need you to know that...

Everything okay out here?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, everything's fine.

I'll be in in a sec.

(Exhales)

(Inhales and exhales)

(Sniffles)

(Crickets chirping)

(Moans)

Ohh.

(Grunts)
You okay?

Yeah. My left ankle's jacked, though.

You?

(Groans)
My shoulder's a little...

Oh, the phone's broken.

(Grunts)

(Exhales)

Wait a second.

We almost hit somebody.

(Both pant)

(Grunts)

(Tommy)
She's alive.

Hi. Wh... what's your name?

(Strained voice) Pam.

Please...

you have to help us.

Us?

Pam, where... where'd you come from?

I don't... I don't...

Down...

Mm. We'll be right back, Pam.

Where you going?

I thought you were helping
us with crowd control.

Cr... I'm... I'm not
a traffic cop, Dr. Murphy.

You know, Mandy's downstairs
prepping her cameraman.

I'm about to bring him up.

So maybe you could rein in
the attitude a little?

You know, it's good to know

you got your priorities in order.

If anyone has access
to a radio or a working TV,

they need information
about what's going on here.

That is a priority.

So feel free to tell me whatever crawled
up your ass. (Elevator bell dings)

Or better yet, get over it.

(Indistinct conversations)

You want to talk about it?

Nope.

Okay.

So let's find out what made
Carla Mendez so special,

it drove our air marshal friend
off the deep end.

Yes, I'm beginning to agree
with you. He was drugged.

Maybe he thought she was
some kind of terrorist threat.

Well, maybe he was right.

Let's have a look at her and find out.
(Electricity crackles)

(Curtis) Uh-oh.

Looks like the generator failed.

The backups should kick on
any second. Wait for it.

(Indistinct conversations)

Wait for it.

(Indistinct conversations continue)

Backup genny's not working.

Aw, hell.

That's not supposed to happen.

You two check on the generator.

On it. Lights.

Here, everybody take one,
turn to Channel 3.

Stafford and I will find
the emergency lanterns

in the storage room in the morgue.

Follow me.

(Indistinct conversations continue)

Whoa.

Carla Mendez.

Her body is gone.

Not gone.

Stolen.

What do you mean, lockdown?

Megan said a body is missing.

Uh-huh. Somebody stole it,

and nobody's going anywhere
till they find it.

Wait a second.

I mean, why doesn't she
just send in the cavalry?

We can't call the cavalry

until we get this generator
running again.

I'm a doctor, okay?

I'm not an electrician.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

This is not a blown fuse. L... look.

You see those wires?
They were cut, deliberately.

(Curtis) Oh, crap.

Call Megan and tell her
this is gonna take a while.

Okay, just... wait a second.
You know how to fix this?

Look, I'm a trained pathologist,
and I have all six seasons

of "Doomsday Prep Wars" saved on my DVR.

I got this.

Now hand me those pliers.

Hello?

Hello?

Uh-huh.

(Sighs)

Have you got a light?

"In case of emergency,
use enclosed hex key"

"to open ceiling panel
and push manual lever."

What ceiling panel?

There's no... there's no hex key.

Where's the friggin'... where's the
friggin' hex key? (Bangs panel door)

All right, calm down.

Calm down? My partner's out there.

He may be dead,
and... and I can't go help him

because hey, you know what?

You've got time to give
your press conferences,

but you don't have time to make sure

that your generators are up to code

or your damn elevator is working!

(Creaking)
Stop. Listen.

(Creaking continues)

(Loud bang)

(Flames crackling)

Can anybody hear me?

(Breathing heavily)

(Pounding on door)

Hold on.

(Tommy grunts)

Just a second.

(Metal clanks)

(Grunts)

(Groans)

(Metal scrapes)

(Tommy grunts)

Hey. Come on.

Come on out.

I'm Tommy. What's your name?

Max.

You okay, Max?

Come with me.
(Exhales deeply)

Max.

I hid in the bathroom.

Of course you did.

I'm not gonna lie to you.
This might hurt a little bit.

(Exhales)

(Clicks)

Somehow I knew.

(Crying)
I knew I was gonna die like this.

You're not gonna die.

Not if I can help it.

I'm just gonna put some padding
to hold it in place.

(Pam groans)

(All shouting at once)

All right, everybody,
be quiet! Be quiet!

We're asking that you remain calm.

(Tanner) Calm?

You got armed guards at the doors.

(Megan) Because somebody in this room

sabotaged our generators

in order to steal
a key piece of evidence.

Okay, tell us what the evidence was.

We can help look for it.

It was the body of the woman in 23A...

Carla Mendez.

Whoever was trying to cover
their tracks in the air

is now trying to cover them
on the ground,

and no one is leaving this room

until we find out who and why.

(Man) Well, what does she
have to do with me

or her or him?

We weren't on the plane.

Yeah, but they all were.

(Huffs)
Don't... don't look at me.

Look, not to be non, you know,
post racial or anything,

but, uh, can you not
just ask the Arab guy?

Okay, I'm Sikh, you idiot.

A... and you were sitting
next to her the entire time.

Maybe the air marshal
wasn't staring at her.

Maybe he was staring at you!

(Franco) You were talking to him.

That's right. I saw you...

No. In the back of the plane.

That's right. You guys were
talking for a long time.

No, no, no, no, no.

You were talking to him!
What were you talking about?

I wa... I wasn't talking to him.

I was hanging out at
the... the stewardess' station.

There's this hot blonde
I was trying to chat up...

- That's my wife!
- Hey!

- What did you do, you son of a bitch?
- Hey, hey, hey.

(All shouting at once)

Enough! Enough! Enough! Enough!

Come with me. Come with me.

(Indistinct conversations)

Listen to me.

Listen.

I checked the morgue log.

It took a while because your wife

wasn't in an assigned section
of the plane.

But I can tell you for sure,
she is not here.

You know, she wanted
to retire last year.

You know what I said to her?

"No way."

"In this economy? We need the money."

It's my fault she's up there.

I don't even know
why I went off on that guy

right there.

I don't know.

But for some reason, it was
just the thought of...

(Sighs) The last kind thing
ever said to my wife

coming from a stranger.

Is that stupid?

(Sighs) No.

(Voice breaking) You know...

I've been wracking my brain.

I was trying to think of the...

the last thing I said to her.

I can't.

Because nothing about
that moment said...

"this is the last time."

If we knew when that was gonna be,

we'd all do things differently.

You lose someone, too, doc?

He went out to find
the tail section of the plane.

Stupid thing is, I know

exactly what my last words to him were.

And...
(Chuckles) they were not poetry.

They were trite, flippant.

Now I might never see him again.

(Exhales)

I don't know.

(Objects clatter)

Here. How about this?

Let me see.

Mm.

Give me a hand?

Okay.

(Grunts)

All right. Here.

(Grunts)

Mm-hmm.

Listen, I'm... I'm sorry about Tommy.

I really do hope he's all right.

You wanna talk about it?

Nope.

(Scoffs)

All right, what exactly is with you?

A reporter asks a couple
questions, and you hulk out.

I mean, she's just trying to do her job.

Yeah, the job the D.A. asked her to do.

To, uh, give you the Dan Russell
treatment, right?

Make you look like a hero.

So what? Dan's my mentor.

Dan and my dad are two peas in a pod.

Seeing you follow
in their footsteps is...

What? Triggered some
traumatic childhood memory?

Well, here's a newsflash for you...

I am not Dan Russell
and I am not your father.

- Yeah? Not yet.
- Oh, please.

Dan and my dad are actually
very good friends.

Well, they are two high-profile lawyers

in Philadelphia, so...

Yeah, but it's the, uh...

it's the corrupt stuff they've
done over the past few years

that actually binds them together.

I think that's a bit
of an exaggeration, don't you?

My dad...

he tried to shine a light

on the injustices against
the little guy.

But, uh, little guys don't
buy camera time,

so he moved on to
the bigger and bigger guys.

(Panting) And to win, he...

he had to get into bed
with some ugly people.

Before he knew it,

my dad was crushing
the little guy with the big guy.

And behind closed doors,

a lot of bad stuff got
swept under the rug...

some of which was your mentor Dan's.

Right now, you're still
one of the good guys,

but you're signing up
for the same ride my dad's on.

All it costs is your soul.

(Grunting)

- Get anything out of the survivors?
- Nada.

My, uh, "one of you in this room
is a murderer" routine

needs a little work.

What the hell happened to you two?

We got stuck in the elevator.
We've been there for hours.

You've been here this whole time?

- Yes.
- You were supposed to be finding Tommy.

Megan, we found...

I have been able to focus on my job

because I thought you were
out there looking for him.

Megan.

We radioed first responders
for Tommy's crash

as soon as we got free.

We found something.

(Clicks flashlight)
(Stafford) Say hello to Carla Mendez,

the infamous woman in the blue scarf.

Look at this. Look at these edges.

- That didn't happen in the crash.
That's postmortem. - Yeah.

(Stafford) See the white residue
right there?

I bet you that tests positive
for cocaine.

From the distention of her stomach,

I'd say that she swallowed...

at least 80 bags?
That's a street value of what?

80 bags? About $2 million.

Carla Mendez was a drug mule.
What do you want to bet

the air marshal found out about it?

(Megan) Carla was carrying

at least 80 bags of cocaine
in her stomach.

She becomes sick,
possibly from turbulence.

Or maybe one of the bags ruptured.

(Whispers indistinctly)
So air marshal Davies gets suspicious.

Maybe he confronts her.

(Megan) And either Carla herself or...

more likely an accomplice...
Tanner, Sanjit, Roberto?

(Whispers indistinctly)
drugs Davies to either kill him

or just incapacitate him long
enough to make the getaway.

(Stafford) Instead, he flips out,

causing the plane to crash.

(Man) Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

(Passengers scream)

Carla dies in the crash,

but her accomplice doesn't.

He comes here to the morgue,

cuts open her stomach, gets the stash,

and tries to cover their tracks.

Well, then whoever it was that did this

is sitting right outside...

and we've interrogated them already.

But you didn't know
what you were looking for.

Yeah, and you didn't have me.

It's not working.

Nothing you're doing is working.

(Exhales)

(Click, generator whirs) What?!

- Black-gyver, you really did it!
- Hell, yeah! Aah!

- Oh! Ooh!
- Ha!

(Murmuring)

(Object thuds)
Is this really necessary?

(Adam) Yes, it is.

Okay.
(Keys jangle)

Okay, here you go.

(Hands hit tabletop)

(Slaps back)
You happy there, pal?

Megan.

Oh, come on, man! That's not mine.

- Roberto Franco...
- Are you crazy? Get outta here!

You're under arrest
for the possession of narcotics.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say

can and will be held against you
in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

You know, it doesn't really
matter that he's been caught.

My wife is still dead.

Yeah, we're fine, mom.

We slept through it mostly, actually.

Will I be seeing you soon?

Okay.

Bye.

She didn't want to talk to you.

(Inhales deeply)

Okay.

Like daughter, like granddaughter?

You asked me a question
last night. I snapped at you.

It's okay.

No, it's not okay.

You asked me why

I didn't want to know the truth
about granddad.

It's because I already do.

He killed himself.

Do I have all the answers? No.

But I had to move on.

And your mother is having
a very tough time doing that.

And I understand.

I did, too.

I loved your granddad very much.

But if I didn't move forward,
I never would've studied law,

I wouldn't have become a judge,

I wouldn't have...

or introduced mom to a handsome
young lawyer in your courtroom,

and I wouldn't exist.

(Inhales deeply)

You are an old soul,

and you would never, ever not exist.

- Okay, tell me if this hurts. - (Dunn) Come
on, Max. Let's go find that purse, huh?

She's good with kids.

How long have you two been dating?

Uh, we're not dating.

Why the hell not?

She likes you.

It's complicated.

Hmm.

Does "complicated" have a name?

Yeah.

What is it?

Megan.

Let me give you a bit
of unsolicited advice.

Uncomplicate it.

And if you can't, move on.

You mean, just... settle?

No.

Be happy.

Life's too short.

(Dunn) I found your purse, right
where you said it would be.

And your phone works, too.

Oh, great. Who should we call first?

(Breathes deeply)
(Beeping)

(Pours liquid)

(Cell phone rings)

(Cup clatters)
(Ring)

- Huh.
- Phones are back on?

What?

(Ring)

That's... that's my wife's number.

How... how is my wife
calling your number? (Ring)

(Ring)

- Hey.
- Hey!

Oh, my God. Look at you.

Wait. Look at... you.
W... are you okay? What's wrong?

Yeah, we're... we're okay. We're fine.

Who's "we"?

Wait. Uh, hey, I'm sorry
to interrupt here,

but you have my wife's my phone.
Is she there?

Yeah.

(Tommy exhales sharply and grunts)

(Voice breaks) Alex.

(Voice breaks) Pammy!
Pam, oh, my God. Hi.

Alex... I'm so sorry.

(Crying) I'm so sorry about everything.

No, baby. No, I'm the one
who's sorry. I'm so sorry.

(Grunts and gags)

I... Pam.

Pam! What... what's going on?
What's wrong?

(Tommy) She's starting to shake.

Tommy, try to hold her. Put...
put the phone on her injuries.

Mm. Here.
(Groans)

(Grunts)

Her pulse, it's... it's racing.

She's in V-tach.

Does... does your wife have
heart problems?

Uh, yeah. She's got a murmur,
but she's...

she's on medication for it.

Max, bring me that, please.
(Wheezes)

Thank you.

(Objects clatter)

(Pills rattle)

- Uh, Dig-oxin?
- Digoxin.

0.24 milligrams. Oral.

Get her to take two pills.

(Pills rattling)
(Grunts)

(Gasping) Megan, she
can't swallow anything.

She's choking on her own blood.
I don't think she can breathe.

Her airway's blocked.

Tommy, you're gonna have to do
an emergency tracheotomy.

No! Absolutely not! He... he's not
a doctor. He can't do this.

You're gonna need a knife and...
and find a ball-point pen.

I got a pen.

Take the ink stem out.

Feel her neck, the ridges in her neck.

There are two bumps.

I need you to hit
right between those bumps.

One cut, horizontal,

1 inch long, 1 inch deep,
right into the trachea.

(Breathing heavily)

Do it.

(Sighs)
Okay.

Okay, now take your finger,

widen the hole,

take the pen,

push it down slowly towards her lung.

That's it.

Okay, it's in.

Okay.

It's not working. She's not breathing.

Why? Why... why isn't she breathing?

(Gasps)

She's breathing.
(Breathing raspily)

She's breathing.

Good. Good job.

Good to see you both alive.

(Chuckles)

- Phew! (Chuckles)
- Thank you.

(Exhales sharply)

Megan? So I was able to radio
one of my old friends in vice.

He says there's been talk of
a shipment coming from overseas.

We could be dealing with a major cartel.

What?

He's alive.
(Chuckles)

And safe.

Hey. I'm gonna hitch a ride out
to the second crash site.

- You need me?
- No.

Uh, I just nailed down

the drug that knocked out
our air marshal friend.

Digoxin.

- Weird.
- Digoxin?

That's the same drug
the flight attendant was taking

for her heart condition.

She's the one who drugged
the air marshal.

I... I just saved the life

of the person
who brought down the plane.

So you're saying

the flight attendant
was really the drug runner?

Right, and Carla Mendez was her mule.

(Megan) The air marshal
catches on to Carla

and informs the flight attendant.

(Both speaking indistinctly)
He asks her to radio ahead

and call the cops,

not realizing that Pam is in
on the whole thing.

Pam panics. She has to neutralize him.

Enjoy.

So she drugs him with her heart meds,

hoping to knock him out
or maybe even kill him.

But Digoxin given in high enough dosages...
(Passengers screaming)

causes violent hallucinations.

Air marshal goes mad,

shoots up the plane, brings it down.

So this guy Roberto Franco
that you have in custody...

he's what? A, uh, a backup drug handler?

No. Two drug handlers for one mule?

It's unlikely.

You know, Pam's husband told me

that she wanted to quit flying
two years ago,

but he made her keep working.

What do you bet that he's her accomplice

and he framed Roberto Franco?

The survivors, have they left yet?

Yeah, just now.

Oh, uh, I'll call security.

Alex Jacks? Alex Jacks, hold it there.

What's this all about?

I believed every word
that you said to me upstairs...

about loving your wife,

regretting choices that you made.

If you'd only let her retire
two years ago...

not from flying,

but from drug running,
which you failed to mention...

53 people would still be alive today.

What are you talking about?

You must work for
some really scary people.

Your wife could've been
in pieces for all you knew,

but you still had to retrieve

whatever's in that bag right there.

Was that your idea or your boss'?

All right.

Uhh! Ooh! Uhh!

(Grunting)

Uhh!
(Groans)

(Man speaks indistinctly)

(Metal clatters)

I didn't want any of this to happen.

(Sighs)

I just wanted the guy to pass out.

I didn't mean to kill anyone.

Yeah, well, even if things had
worked out as planned,

$2 million worth of drugs
weren't gonna help anybody.

You made some bad choices.

(Handcuff clicks)

(Sighs)

Well, Max is off to meet his granddad,

and our limo awaits.

Headed out to the crash site?

No, the hospital or the police station...

wherever they took the flight attendant.

And Tommy.

(Exhales)

And Tommy.

Okay, let me guess. I'm, uh...

not gonna get a rain check
on that dinner, huh?

Eh, I don't think so, Charlie.

Yeah, I kinda figured that
story of yours wasn't over yet.

(Breathes deeply)

Oh. I, uh, was gonna wait
till the madness passed

to, uh, give you this,
but... here you go.

Order of exhumation,

for my father.

It's what you said you wanted.

Thank you.

Megan, sometimes it's, uh,

it's better to leave the past
in the past.

I don't want to.

(Elevator bell dings)

Is Tommy Sullivan still...

I see him.

Hey. I got a squaddie parked out back.

You ready?

You look great.

Thank you.

Give me the keys.
(Keys jangle)

Ah, no. One car wreck a day
with you is my limit.

All right.

(Sighs deeply)

(Sighs)
Hmm.

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