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Tonight on Agapu Kuhi.

Kevin, this better be really bad.

What had better be really bad?

What's the matter with him?

Oh, beer butts with his old army buddies.

Too much beer, definitely too much sun.

Hey, I gotta speak for myself.

I hate that when another person talks about another person in the third

Too much sun.

Hey, speaking of sun, why are we in here when the sun in the water is out there?

I was trying to use some satellite fees to clean out some old files, and I

seemed to be getting jammed at every turn.

What was that?

Ah, a perimeter alarm.

Meet Victor Garrison.

Oh, is that a friend of yours?

Actually, he works for your CIA.

My CIA?

David.

A lot of people work for the CIA.

And none of them know where Heat is.

I found Nicole.

Lucky me.

Who is he?

He saved my life.

Carried me through about three miles of jungle.

Kill maybe a half dozen people.

What do you want?

You'll find out. You know what, friend?

I don't even want to know what you're up to. I don't even know why you got a gun

pointed at me. I don't care. What are you saying?

I got a feeling.

You know what he's up to?

Death sentence.

It was a death sentence the moment I came in the door.

I suppose you're all thinking.

Though they have guns.

but there are four of us.

Well, it crossed my mind. It wouldn't be any fun just sitting around giving

instructions to Blondie here with the three of you tied up.

Take the sport out of it.

What's going on?

Your little assistant here tried to send a signal for help.

We won't get one out.

And for later, I need Blondie to

work for me now. Load this.

My name is Joanna.

But F1.

F4.

Good girl.

Read it to us.

This is to inform you there is a bomb on board intercontinental flight number

401.

The plane is not to change direction or speed.

We know who and what is aboard.

You have two hours to get a wire transfer prepared.

You will be contacted.

Black fan.

F5.

Is there really a bomb on the plane?

Count on it.

Victor doesn't believe in bluffing.

Do you, Victor?

It serves no purpose.

Load this.

They bet that there's an agency person on board. Otherwise, you wouldn't be

asking the CIA for money.

Very good.

We can also assume that there's something else on board when you did say

what.

Hope you am telling.

Damn shame.

Hey.

He speaks.

I thought it was like one of those trained pit bulls, you know? They tear

vocal cord so there's no warning when they attack.

Do you really think comparing me to a pit bull is going to piss me off?

Make me do something stupid?

There's why he picked us.

Heat, NORAD in Colorado, and the Pentagon War Room are the only computers

can link up with Seastone.

Well, I guess we seem more vulnerable than NORAD and the Pentagon.

Tell her.

Once in a training exercise, a team led by Victor got deep into NORAD. There was

a cash bonus, much more rewarding than some adolescent enthusiast.

What now?

Space shuttle?

We need to access the intercontinental computer.

Here are your keystrokes.

I think you two should sit over there with Loverboy.

Isn't Loverboy supposed to piss me off and make me do something stupid?

That's good.

I like that.

Now sit your pretty butts down over there.

Don't you do anything stupid.

There are no second chances today.

How are you doing?

I'll be better.

Yeah,

it's a good idea.

May I have some coffee?

So you can take the capsule that's hidden in your bra and poison it?

Come over here.

What?

You want to check my bra?

Are you searching or trying to make up for less than rewarding sex life?

What

do you think?

I think it makes sense. Yep.

If I could remember what it was I was drinking, I'd make sure never to drink

that again.

Everything has a price.

Yeah.

Now that you have examined this, do you want some coffee, Tim?

If you'll be the royal taster.

Let me try to make this very clear.

What you're looking at is the passenger list of Flight 401.

All 283 passengers and crew.

The numbers are the ages of the children.

If I'm not around to disarm the bomb, they all die.

So, if you feel again like jumping up and taking charge, take a look at the

list.

Study it.

Memorize it.

Send out copies for everyone.

Bobby, get the rest of it here.

This isn't looking good. We kill him and all the people on the plane die, and if

we don't kill him, we die.

Maybe the government paid the ransom.

You know, we got three seconds left for him to find the bomb to fight for our

lives.

There is no guarantee he will disarm the bomb.

I'm kidding.

Woman and children never stood in Victor's way when it came to completing

mission.

Send him a one -word answer.

So. Aren't you afraid of what they might do to her?

I don't care what they do with her.

Lock her up, kill her for all I care.

You're a cold -blooded son of a bitch.

If memory serves me correctly, that you turn you on.

The United States government, they're not going to kill him.

Same government that hired me and Bobby.

This is for your other modem.

And this is to hook your laptop to the main computer.

I suppose we take them both out at the same time, right?

That's good for us.

Not so good for the passengers.

See, the plane, three hours to land in every direction.

So there's no way to get it down and get the passengers off before the bomb

blows.

Exactly. Here are your keystrokes. Be quick.

Plan my demise later.

Right now, I need a little quiet.

This is Colonel Bennett here. How many people do you have looking?

Frank and Caroline are down in baggage with the co -pilot.

I've got the cabin crew of eight and some military personnel searching the

cabin.

Anybody there with secure communication?

Caroline is going to get a Harvard set from her luggage, or we can try the

onboard phone.

Harvard set is fine.

I don't think he'll be able to monitor it.

Well, it's pretty clear he doesn't care about his wife.

Not a big surprise.

I'm trying to wreak an exalter out of a backup circuitry monitor gauge I've

taken from the cockpit.

I'm hoping the bomb has enough current to be able to detract.

Hmm. I have someone on board with Brain.

Good, but it might work.

The clock is running.

I'm aware.

Have you heard from the lunatic again?

They don't even know who I am.

No. I expect we will soon.

He knows the transfer will take an hour or so. He has to give us time.

Oh, don't worry.

You'll have plenty of time.

Keep me posted.

This will take you a while.

I didn't think they would have a harbor set.

No, I thought they'd use the phone.

And you were ready for that.

How do you know?

The remaining secrets on this card would have put me in the microwave centers

for long -distance communication.

Huh. Give the girl a prize.

Are you serious?

Sure. Then contact the plane, tell them where the bomb is, and how to disarm it.

Ah, there is one thing I cannot do, my little darling Joanna.

My neck is in a guillotine here, and the bomb is the only insurance I have. The

executioner is not going to drop the blade.

Coffee, anyone?

If you try to throw that at me, I'll kill you.

Well, I thought of it.

But the passenger's list made it a bad idea.

Beautiful and brilliant.

You and I would make a hell of a pair.

You little baby.

Stick to fighting me.

It's sexier.

Is there something?

Bobby.

I can get my own.

I promise not to do anything stupid.

Perhaps you should sit down and read the passenger list again.

Why? Whatever for?

For their health.

That was good.

You're welcome.

So, do you think they're going to find the bomb?

I don't know how smart he is.

Oh, plenty smart.

But I bet I could find it if I was on the airplane.

I'll take that bet.

It is in a bag with all types of makeup containers around it.

And that bag is in a bag full of clothes.

Lots of belts, suspenders, CD player, travel clock, all kinds of things like

that.

And that bag is in a bigger bag.

Very good.

But then you were with us when we sent the package to Colombia.

I'm going to get some more. You want some?

No, thank you.

Okay.

You ready?

What did you mean by we would make a pair?

I am going to be a very rich man.

Is that supposed to make me want you?

The frightening thing is, when you go to sleep not knowing if I'm going to kill

you.

It wouldn't be any safer for you.

No, it wouldn't.

That's why I love it.

You are a sick man.

But exciting.

True. You are that.

Would you rather be a beautiful woman than a man?

No. Do you think it's easier being a woman?

I do.

You do?

You don't have to carry as many weapons.

But men have strength.

In a weightlifting contest, but not when it comes to controlling other human

beings. I believe that all women are born with a certain cunning.

Like Nicole here.

She's used her looks and her charms.

Forget men to do what she wants them to do for years.

Little old me?

Yes, you, darling.

But she's right now blocking my view while the drunk comes in to help you.

Nicole!

Obviously, you people care more about yourself than you do about the life in

people.

It doesn't look good.

Yeah, she needs help, but she's not going to get it here.

We're all going to die.

Not quietly.

This is Colonel Bennett. Go ahead.

We found the bomb.

Where? In baggage.

In a bag. Inside a bag. Inside another bag.

They found it quicker than I expected.

Maybe they're smart.

Or maybe they should thank you for cueing in the microphone while Nicole

detailed description of how I hide mom.

You knew?

You don't care?

They can't disarm it.

Let's get to the disarming. I've got Bernie Trapp with me.

Probably a damn bomb expert. He is.

But then, so am I.

Any chance of dropping down to the deck and throwing it out?

Got the altimeter wired in.

I had the pilot do a thousand foot drop.

Meter's working.

What do you got for detonation?

Looks like three.

Altimeter. A timer that if my math is right, will dump us in the Atlantic an

hour out of Newfoundland.

And an electronic one that I can't quite figure out yet.

Is it still in the bag?

Yep. I didn't want to take it out yet.

Let's give it a try.

We're going to get a wake -up call.

Okay, here I go.

What the hell?

What's going on?

There's a five -light panel to the right of the explosives, and they're

flashing. Huh.

I already did.

Now I've got one second beeps.

What do you think you're doing?

Playing.

Lights are stopped.

Now the beeps.

Damn, they're both back.

Is it that somebody's controlling it? Making fun of me?

They probably are. They're probably listening in.

Victor, if you are out there, talk to me. Not now. Maybe later, after they've

fished the bodies out of the ocean.

How can he be close enough to exercise remote control?

I don't know. You think he's on the plane?

I can guarantee you he's not.

Maybe he's got some crazy on board with a remote.

No. Victor doesn't trust crazies he can't see.

Find a passenger with a Polaroid. Take some photos of the bomb. Scan them and

send them to us.

It's being done.

We'll get back to you.

I know how you did it.

Do you?

You're controlling the bomb through Seastar.

Its power and orbit work perfect for the flight path of its plane.

Actually, my little rocket scientist, the Seastar has relays on four of its bi

-satellites.

I want to go see how my friend is doing.

Sure.

What's all that about relays?

If I could get a message to the pilot to change course, we'll get him out of the

range of a sea star.

And if you guys will overpower him or just distract him, I can do it.

What good would that do? He'll just connect it back up.

I can destroy the disk and erase the RAM.

But the bomb will still be on the plane.

But at least Victor can't set it off.

Maybe they can disarm it.

Especially being you, Victor. You'd be out of the picture.

Is there any chance if it disconnected it might set the bomb off?

If that breaks the signal to the satellite, it'll break the signal to the

I don't think it will set it off.

If we fail this time, I don't think we have another chance.

Keep an eye on things.

Oh, and the microphone. It won't.

Does it ever make you nervous when you rely on her?

Most of the time.

But she somehow always comes through.

It's true.

Are we going to kill them all?

What do you think?

I'd like to spend a little more time with that one before I kill her.

I didn't think you were into unconscious women.

Not her.

Be better if she was willing.

If she comes at you as though she's willing, you're a dead man.

What's going on?

The agent on the plane is using a laptop to try and communicate with spy

satellites.

Because he's hooked up to Seastar, he can monitor all 12 or 13 satellites.

He just jammed their communications.

And we're going to hear from them any second now.

He jammed us!

Tell us something we don't know.

He detonated a smoke bomb somewhere in the luggage compartment.

Well, we didn't know that.

Victor!

Bennett, been a long time.

Yeah, not long enough.

Hell, I thought I'd get a better reception than that from you.

What do you think you're doing?

You know exactly what I'm doing.

I'm holding a plane, its passengers, in a case of embarrassing agency documents

for ransom.

The documents?

We can live without them.

No, you can't.

So why don't you stop screwing around, and why don't you take a look at this?

it again because if i don't get some action on a private circuit to my wire

transfer i'm gonna blow up the damn plane give him half and the other half

he tells me how to disarm the bomb sure i should trust you guys watch your

screen get ready they're opening the line to

the bank victor wants

I'm going to use you like a whore.

But you don't have to live with it, because you'll be dead.

Watch out!

I don't know. Give me another minute.

I do know.

Your computer is destroyed.

So any hope you had of saving that plane is gone.

So is any hope of saving your own miserable lives.

The door is sealed.

Your hair is gone.

It's not very plush.

But this is our coffin.

Is he telling the truth?

Okay. Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?

I'm better.

How's Nicole?

Same.

Just put him in with the guy he killed, and then go to the afterlife together.

I just don't know how to deal with all the people on the plane dying and much

less our death.

And nobody's going to die.

Our computers are down.

Our air supply is down.

What about your portable?

God, why didn't I think of that?

Oh, probably because you were in a room where two hand grenades went off and,

you know, a man was killed.

Yeah, you first.

How you doing, champ?

I'm no more brain dead than I was.

I'm afraid he is.

He wouldn't have helped anyhow.

I guess that's true.

It's working?

It's working!

Okay, now what?

Um, set the doppelbag in its attaché case.

He was pretty methodical. Maybe there's a schematic for the bomb.

Schematic.

Any of these help?

I've never seen any of this stuff before.

I'm in! I'm in! I'm back into C -Star.

If you don't respond to the next 30 seconds, Victor, we can yank that money

out just as fast as we put it in.

I'm not sure how you got into this conversation, but you are tapped into a

secret communications channel for government use only.

I got into this conversation by uploading, um, Seastar.

And I've entered your link off it. I guess that was Cyrus 3.

Okay, so you're a smart cookie.

Now, who the hell are you? Hey, right now it doesn't matter who the hell we

Victor Garrison and his sidekick are dead. Now you are on board a flying

So why should we trust you or believe you?

Because you're about 20 minutes away from being turned into human confetti.

Is Victor actually dead?

We don't have time to chit -chat, okay?

Now, Victor and his buddy are dead.

The only hope you have of saving the people on that plane is Joanna here, so

shut up and listen.

I'm not in a position to argue, but go ahead, Joanna.

I think I can disarm the first electronic detonator from here, but I

be where you can see the bomb.

Okay, hang on a minute.

I'm not going anywhere.

Oh, I forgot. Sorry.

You get us out of this, Joanna, and you're not married, I'm in.

Darn.

Um, I think I can do it single or not.

Do what?

Victor had all his programming keystrokes recorded on CDs.

But his CDs doesn't work with my computer, but I think I can remember.

No, they ran on the screen.

You're not going to try to disarm this thing from memory, are you?

Yes.

Are you as pretty as you sound?

What does that have to do with anything?

Yes.

She is.

Let's do it.

My guess is watch the series of lights that flash when he's playing with you.

Right in front of me.

It's starting to flash.

It's okay.

Amber one's out.

What? Not now.

I can't help.

Deal with it, damn it.

What's the matter?

One of the passengers freaked out. And the purple one is out.

I've got to guess at the last keystroke for the next one.

Your guess is as good as mine.

You have a good sense of humor.

Sitting here next to a bomb? Humor seems like a good choice.

God damn, they're all lit again.

Oh, hang on.

Amber and purple are out.

The green's out.

Are we out of the woods?

No, we still have the altimeter detonator. Who knows what else?

What's going on?

I don't know. We might have to somatic for the bomb.

Is there a blue wire from the altimeter to the electronic detonator?

Yes.

We have the schematic.

You don't sound thrilled.

By disarming the electronic detonator, we activated a backup detonator that you

can only disarm on the bomb.

Great.

Can I send documents through C -Star and Cyrus through to you?

No. But you can send it to us here in Virginia, and we can send it.

In my drawer, get the thing that looks a little like a large electric razor.

Scanner? Yeah.

What makes you think I can read a schematic?

Well, if you can't, get the bomb expert you had on before to translate.

You've been part of this all along.

Yeah, we were the hostages.

We're trying to save a plane right now. Maybe when we're done.

Now, if this doesn't work, I'll tell them where we are.

That's it.

We've got it, and it's on its way to the plane.

Get this desk, put it in that corner, use it as a shield.

Okay. Hey, you, help her. Give her a hand. Get Nicole behind the desk.

Ready?

You sure she's okay?

She's three hours late.

I'm sure she's fine.

You seem like a really nice guy.

He's a government agent.

So are you and Tommy.

My point exactly.

I think it's great.

Hey, you know, they meet communicating through satellites, both their lives in

danger.

Hey, that's what books are made of.

You surprised me.

Why?

Because you're picking up at the... Curbside method isn't terribly romantic.

Well, maybe not to you, but I have got no complaints thus far.

Well, maybe not many.

Complaints about what?

My dating ritual.

Oh.

That's it?

Oh? How was your date?

Nice.

Nice? Joanna, give it up.

Yeah, every little detail.

Now that's not romantic.

Let's just leave it that he was very grateful.

And she thought it was going to be hard having someone tell her mom about her

death. I think there's something my mom doesn't need to know about.