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- Above the clouds,
everything's pure,

beautiful.

Sometimes I wonder...

why would anyone ever
want to return to the ground?

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- d And what about d

d All of the love d

d And what about d

d The things that we said d

d And what about d

d The places we've been d

d And all them...d

- Can I be honest with you,
Matt?

- Sure thing, Lisa, go ahead.

- You know, I was expecting you
to ask me on a date

ever since med school started.

You took your time
until tonight.

- Actually I was only waiting
for a special occasion--

- But if you're trying
to impress me

with this expensive car,
then...

I think you might
just have the wrong girl.

- Oh, Lisa, I'm not,
seriously.

This was the only car
left at home.

- I'm sorry...I think
it would just be better

if you take me back home.

- Oh--Come on.

Lisa,
I had no choice about the car.

My mom is gonna kill me
when she finds out

I took it for this
three-day vacation.

[pop song continues
on radio]

Lisa?

Damn it.

I'm just messing with you.

I'm sorry, Matt, it's just...

this car probably costs more
than the house I grew up in.

- I seriously doubt that.

- Oh, look, my dad's
calling from Toronto.

Maybe you want to ask him.

Hey, Dad, just a few hours
since I left.

Do you already miss me?

- Oh honey,
you know I always do.

But right now I need to
know if by any chance

you left some cash here.

- I'm afraid I ordered
some drugs for my asthma.

But now I can't pay
the delivery boy

because I didn't make it
to the ATM today.

Unfortunately,
the neighbors are out too.

But anyway,
I only need like, 10 bucks.

- Look, Mr. Murphy,
I gotta be on my way.

Just order again
when you can afford it.

Dad, let me talk to this guy.

Maybe there are a few dollars
in my bedroom drawer.

- All right, here.
My daughter for you.

- Uh...

Great, Lisa Murphy.

David Spencer, is that you?

Wow, we haven't talked since
you broke up with Katie.

Shame.

Listen David,
can I pay this online?

I've got this banking
app thing on my phone.

It should only take
a few minutes.

- Uh...nope.

Can't do that Murphy.

You know what?

You sound almost as desperate
as Katie always did.

- Funny, David.
Desperate is just

what I thought
when I saw that video of you.

You know, the one where
you're drunk and naked

and tried to do it with
Katie's German Shepherd?

I mean,
thank God the poor animal

managed to get away in time.

- You, uh...

you still got that video?

- Now I remember.

You weren't totally naked.

You were wearing those
yellow neon tennis socks.

Should get a few clicks
on YouTube.

Uh...

Uh, Lisa, don't do that.

Uh, Mr. Murphy,

just forget
about the money, okay?

Merry Christmas to you, sir.

- Everything's fine Dad.

Just remember to refill
your medication, okay?

- Promise.
Talk to you on New Years Eve.

Take care of yourself, honey.

- You too, Dad.

- Remind me never to
tick you off.

- Hey...did we just enter
an airport?

- Maybe.

- But I thought we were
meeting Roxy and Odin

at your country house.

- Don't worry, Lisa.

It's weird--somebody's
supposed to be here by now.

- Look, truth is,

my parents
don't own a country house

in the state of New York.

However, we do own a beach
house in Los Angeles,

Malibu to be precise.

What's wrong?

- Get out of the car!

Odin, are you
out of your fucking mind?

- Easy, Parker.
You deserve it.

Kept us waiting for like
30 minutes.

- Lisa,
did we really scare you?

Please, you have to forgive us.

- It's good to see you too,
Roxy.

Now please don't tell me that--

- We're flying to California,
baby, whoo!

- Guys, I can't just--

- Well, you did pack for
three days, didn't you?

So what's the difference?

Of course it'll be a little
warmer on the West Coast.

And a friend of mine
is gonna take us all

to Vin Diesel's movie
premiere tomorrow night.

And this is how we'll be
getting there.

Our Freedom XJ One, with
over 6,000 miles of range

and speeds of up to
700 miles per hour.

It's my dad's private plane.

He made me get my pilot's
license after my 18th birthday

so I could use it for...
special occasions.

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- Well...

what are we waiting for?

- Whoo!

My thoughts exactly.

Come help me with my stuff,
would you?

You have to tell me
everything.

Did you two already kiss?

- He hasn't tried,
unfortunately.

- There he is, finally.

- Ay, dios mio!

I hope speeding
doesn't run in the family.

- You should see us fly.

But he's not coming with us,
is he?

- No, he's just here
for the handoff.

He piloted the plane
from Paris today

where our parents spend
Christmas.

Hey, little brother,
where have you been?

People have been waiting.

- Sorry,
I arrived a little early,

so I took the bike for a spin.

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- Hi, Lisa.

- Hello, Kyle.

- Rosario.

- Come on, Lisa,
heaven awaits us.

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- This way, ladies.

O-M-G!

This is awesome.

- Heaven really was
the right word.

- Look at this.
This baby's got everything--

TV, stereo, a bar!

And it's well-stocked, too.

- I'll have a vodka
on the rocks.

- Coming right up, my lady.

- Let me just get
my canvases out.

- Ground control,
this is FJ2244.

Request permission
for takeoff.

- Ground control to FJ2244,

thanks for submitting your
flight plan, Mr. Parker.

However, the name of your
co-pilot seems to be missing.

- I'm sorry...
please repeat.

Name of my co

- As you know,
since December 1st,

a co-pilot is required for
all aircrafts of your type

departing
the State of New York.

- New regulations
since December 1st

requiring a co-pilot.

What's he talking about?

- I have no idea.

I landed alone.
- Mr. Parker,

please let me
speak to your co-pilot.

Hello?
Mr. Parker?

- Hold on, ground control.

What now?

I mean, you could talk to
him now,

but he's gonna ask again
once we're in the air.

- I know.
- Mr. Parker,

I'm afraid we have to deny
your request for takeoff

if you do not--
- Ground control,

this is Kyle Parker speaking,
co-pilot of this flight.

Screw it, I'll fly with you.
I was gonna come out

to the West Coast
in three days anyway.

- Thank you, FJ2244.

You are cleared
for departure.

Proceed to taxi lane.

- Kyle, Kyle man,
how can I ever thank you?

This would've ruined
everything.

Hey, you know, this thing
with you and Lisa,

it's over right?

I mean, it was nothing
serious anyway, was it?

Seriously, it was nothing.

Besides, I'll be out of your
hair as soon as we hit L.A.

Hey, bro.

Merry Christmas.

- To you too, Matt.

- Right.

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- What is this supposed to
mean?

- Lisa, I didn't want you
to see that.

Just...forget about it,
okay?

- No, Kyle,
you'll tell me why

you never answered
any of my calls right now.

I have a right to know.
Tell me.

- You told me you had no
idea who I was, right?

I mean, when we
first met at that party,

you said you had no idea my
family owned Parker Industries.

- Yeah, I suppose so.

- That's not what your
friend Becca told me.

So after a weekend
of feeling closer

than I ever felt to any girl,

I had to find out
that Becca told you in advance

who was going to that party.

That kind of thing

just happened
too often in my life.

Are you trying to say that--

- You knew who I was
when we met.

- I didn't!
Becca mentioned

so many people who were
coming to that party,

by the time I arrived,
I didn't know anyone.

Fine, if you really think
I was with you

just because you're rich,

you're an even bigger
asshole than I thought.

- Lisa--

- But hasn't the world
in general

become a much safer place
since the end of the Cold War?

Just remember
those massive forces,

the Russians
and the Americans--

- But do you really
feel better,

with those massive weapons

repeatedly showing up
on the black market--

- Sound's there,
but wrong input.

- Yeah, I can hear that.

- In this world,
terrible things can happen

any day.
- You're damn right, honey,

which is why we should
party as long as we can.

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I've always wanted
to do this.

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- Oh, yeah.
- Ohh!

- Oh, yeah.

Ohh...
- Ah!

- He wants to talk to you.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Yeah.

- Good, thanks.

I, uh...
I'm just a little tired.

- Well, if you can keep your
eyes open a little longer,

there's something
you might wanna see,

right over there.

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- So beautiful.

- Put your hands on the yoke.

- The stick.

The controls.

- Oh...
No, no, really.

I, uh...
- Come on, it's easy.

- d I am alive d

- You see,
there's nothing to it.

Now push it forward
just a little bit.

Now try moving
a little to the right.

- This is like a dream.

- d There's a silver lining d

[music continues tinnily
over ear buds]

- Phew.

- Autopilot's running now.

- Thank you so much.

Honestly, I've never seen
anything as beautiful as this.

- Me neither.

What's wrong?

- I'm sorry, Matt really,
it's just,

I guess I'll just feel
a lot better

when we get rid of your
brother in L.A.

Shit, I'm sorry, no really,

please don't take this
the wrong way.

- No, it's--it's fine.

I totally understand,
you know,

and in a few hours
we'll be on earth again.

- Yeah.

Thank you.

I'll go get some rest.

- Look,
I can see the sun again.

- You're right.

How's that possible?

- We're chasing the sunset

'cause we're heading west.

- Man, this is one fast
airplane.

I think I'ma take
flying lessons too.

- Odin.

Isn't that the name of a god?

- It is.
It's the name

of a powerful
African god, actually.

I thought he was European.

- No, no, no,
it's African.

I know it for sure.
My parents told me.

- No, now I remember.

Odin is a major god
in Norse mythology.

He's Swedish.

Swedish?

You mean like those
blonde guys?

Okay, Lisa,
you almost got me.

Not bad, but please,
don't make fun of that.

No way. No, I'ma Google
that shit right now, man.

That's not even funny.

Swedish man.
He ain't Swedish.

- Someone's parents
got something wrong.

- He is not--

- Kyle.

- I don't know.

- The speed and altitude
are unchanged.

Primary navigation's
still working.

- Alarm's coming from
the radar.

Looks like it's offline.

So is TCAS.

- Great, now we can't locate
other planes around us.

- Whoa, wait.
But they can still

locate us, right?

I mean, before they hit us.

- Right, right, it's
nothing to worry about.

Ground control,
this is FJ2244.

Do you copy, ground?

- It's dead.

Can't even change channels.

Cell's dead too.

- Mine's still working but...
there's no signal.

- Same here.
What does that mean?

- Well, I don't know what's
happened to the phones.

That actually seems
kinda random.

But as far as
the plane's concerned,

it might just be
a short circuit

in the main electric system.

- Get back to your seats.
We're gonna land.

- No, wait, let me check
the circuitry first.

If I can't locate the
problem, then we'll land.

- Matt, don't you think
it's safer to set down

and figure it out
on the ground?

- Well, if it's just
a short circuit,

I can switch to secondary
immediately.

Then there is no problem.
And since navigation's

not affected, we're in no
immediate danger, right?

- What is this TCAS
you were talking about?

- Uh, it stands for,
uh, Traffic Alert

and Collision Avoidance
System.

Every plane sends out a signal
that the other planes receive

letting them know when they
get too close to each other.

That way you avoid mid-air
collisions.

- But, we're not sending
that signal anymore.

- Right, but, uh...
we should still appear

on the other planes'
radar systems, so...

- Everything all right
down there?

- Yeah,
just removed the casing.

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- Guys, take a look at this.

- Impressive.

Looks like quite a thunder
storm going on down there.

- Oh, and that might
explain the random failure

of our electrical devices.

How's that?

- Lightning can cause a sudden
change in magnetic fields,

creating an electromagnetic
pulse,

and these can overcharge
sensitive electrical equipment.

- That should do it.

Let's hope that works.

- Please, I mean no harm.

- Odin, get down here...
now!

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Odin?

- Move!

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Up here.

- Kyle, go check if the
instruments are working again.

I switched the circuitry.

Move!

- Radar back online.

It looks like it's damaged.

TCAS and radio
still completely dead.

- What have you done to
our plane, motherfucker?

- Please, I didn't sabotage
anything, believe me.

- How did you get
aboard?

- I got on
right after...he landed.

I was looking for some food

and then the jet was suddenly
locked from the outside

and soon after that,

you all entered
and we started.

Please,
can I introduce myself?

My name's Erik, Erik Harris.

- Come on guys,
go easy on him.

Where's he gonna go?

- Please, can I have
something to drink?

The air down there
is really bad.

- Looking for food could not
have been the only reason

to enter an airport area.

You were trying to board
a plane, right?

- It's true I have some
problems with the authorities

back in New York,
but, uh...

can't you just let me go

once we arrive
in Los Angeles, and...

you'll never see me again.

- Look, even if
I wanted to help you,

without radio and TCAS
there's no alternative

to landing immediately.

Kyle,
where's the closest airport?

- Should be Chicago.

- Come on,
there is nothing wrong

with our navigation system,
is there?

- Sorry, man,

looks like
you got on the wrong plane.

- Haven't I seen you
before somewhere?

- Hey!

- Oh, shit!

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- My name's...Matt.

- Matt.

This plane stays skybound.

It will not alter course,
nor altitude.

Is that understood?

- Look, since we don't know
the cause of the malfunction,

it'd be far too dangerous
to continue this flight.

- Don't worry about it.

As long as navigation works,
everything is fine.

- Lisa, I'm scared.

- Sit down!
[slap

- You bastard!

- No!

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- Get me the first aid kit!

We gotta stop the bleeding
immediately.

- Here!

- I don't think the bullet
hit an organ,

but we gotta get to a hospital
as soon as possible.

- I'll set a course
for Chicago right away.

- Damn, this hurts.

- Stay calm.
You're gonna be okay.

You lunatic.

- Okay, Buddy.

- This is for your pain.

- Wait a minute.

How can we land without radio,

radar and all that?

It's okay.

As soon as
we appear on their radar

being unreachable by radio,

ground control will withdraw
the landing permissions

for all the other planes.

What's going on?

We're not landing,
are we?

- Yes, we are landing,

and you're gonna be
locked up for what you did

to my friend,
hijo de puta!

- Oh, shit!

Uhh...
Matt, what's going on?

- Some plane
almost crashed into us.

d d

- Look at that.

They must've had us on their
radar for quite some time

if all those planes
are stayin' up for us.

- I've never seen anything
like this.

Look, those two
just got really close.

I

- Do you think it's because
of the holiday traffic?

- Kyle, God damn it,
you can't move around.

Get back and sit down.

- Something's wrong here.

We should've appeared

on that
plane's positioning system.

- They must've
simply overlooked us.

It can happen in crowded
airspace like this.

- Kyle, come back here!
- But look--

they're all flying
way too close to each other.

I mean, this just doesn't look
like supervised airspace.

- I really hope
I'm wrong but...

what if we're not
the only ones

with malfunctioning
collision avoidance?

- But that's impossible!

A failure
of positioning systems

on multiple planes
at the same time?

- Maybe some of the planes
were affected

by the electromagnetic pulses
from the thunderstorm too.

I mean, there aren't any
walls to pass through, right?

d d

- Oh, my God.

- Holy shit.

- All those people.

- Matt, I don't know
what's going on

but let's get
out of here now.

- He's right, we should climb.

Trying to land here is nuts.

- I'll set a course to
the closest airport.

It can't be far.

- No, wait,
that's probably where

most of the others
will be heading too.

We should aim farther afield.

- Okay, just let me get
outta here first, all right?

d d

So just to let everyone know,

I've set a course
for Kansas City.

We'll be landing in an hour.

And there's a hospital
there too.

- Awesome.

- Try to get some rest
before we land.

I think your temperature's
elevated.

- Let's see
what the news says

about what's happening
in Chicago.

- Good idea.

- Damn, there's no
signal anywhere.

- Leave it on.
Maybe it'll come back.

- Guys, I've been thinking.

What if all those planes
didn't actually want to land?

Like if there was an emergency
down in Chicago airport?

- Right, like if some
terrorist just got caught.

I heard they'd shut down
the entire airport then.

- Oh, what, and all
the positioning systems

on all the planes fail
at the same time?

I mean that's a bit of a
coincidence, don't you think?

- I heard some touched us, too.

- You shut the fuck up,
all right?

- Kyle!

- We have to go back and land.

- The bullet--it must've
caused an infection.

If it's not removed right away

it could go septic,
and he could die.

- You can't land in Chicago.
It's far too dangerous.

- Is there really
no other way?

- No, there isn't.

- But can't you take the
bullet out yourself, Lisa?

I mean, if we go back,
we could all die, right?

- She's right.

Going back would be suicide.

- Roxy, I'm in my third
semester in medicine.

I'm not a surgeon!

- I'm not gonna let
my brother die.

What do you think
you're doing?

- I'm sorry man,
but we can't turn around.

You know that.

- You want to put us all

in danger?

- But I've never done
anything like this before.

- Matt!
- He's my brother,

for Christ's sake.
- Matt, Matt, calm down!

Calm down!

You'd do the same
in my position.

So now...
it's all down to Lisa.

I trust you Lisa.

You can do it.

- All right...

let's prepare
a space in the back.

Let's see what else we have.

There's some bandages.
That's good.

And this pair of
plastic tweezers.

And alcohol sterilization.

Keep the plane still, Matt!

- I'm trying--
it's the weather.

- I hope this doesn't happen

while I'm pulling
the bullet out of his wound.

- Right.

- Okay, get to work on that.

d d

Okay.

This is gonna sting
a little.

- Uhh...

I think I can see
the bullet.

I'm gonna start now,
okay Kyle?

Oh, shit.

- Oh, stick it in me,
will you?

Ohh!

Ohh...

Oh!

- Damn,
this thing's slippery.

d d

Okay, got it.

Hand me the knife.

This will close the wound.

Your fever's dropped.

- You're gonna be okay.

- I knew you could do it.

Now you can call yourself
a real doctor.

Kyle...

There hasn't
really been a chance

for me to say...thank you.

For saving my life.

- Looks like you just
returned the favor.

d d

Lisa...

I want to apologize

for the way I was last year.

I was all wrong about you.
I see that now.

- Funny.

For a moment there
I thought...

she's your girl.

- You guys better get ready.

Be landing in a few minutes.

- Matt, wait.
Don't you think it's safer

if I sit in the co-pilot
seat for landing?

- Whoa, cowboy,
you need to get some rest.

- I know, it's just...

given our situation,

I think it'd be safer to have
the second pilot in place

just in case anything
unexpected happened.

- He's right.

I'll carry him through.

d d

- Wow...
weather is getting rougher.

- So how's things
with you and Lisa?

What do you mean?

- They say an old flame
never dies, right?

What are you talking about?

Lisa's here with you.
I'm fully aware of that.

- Oh, come on,
even the stowaway noticed

what's going on.

So what is going on, Matt?

d d

You're being ridiculous.

- Let's just say I would
appreciate it

if you stay away from Lisa
for the rest of this...

journey.
- Matt, take a look at that.

That's way too warm for
this altitude, isn't it?

- Display must be
malfunctioning as well.

- Temperature's still rising.

It's now reaching 30 degrees.

I need to tell you something.
It's important.

- Odin, accompany him.

What do you have to say?

- I've been thinking...

what if something actually
has happened on the ground,

I mean something big,
like a natural disaster,

a volcanic eruption,
for example?

- Bullshit. We would've
seen that in Chicago.

- Temperature
now at 60 degrees.

What the fuck?
This is the middle of winter

and we're still miles
above the ground.

- It must be a malfunction.

What if it's not such
a good idea to land here?

- Oh, no man,
not a second time.

- I am gonna land this plane
right now,

no matter what.

- Whatever is wrong
on the ground...

what if we're actually
flying closer to it

instead of away from it?

- Matt...

I think Erik
might have a point.

Maybe we should climb.

Matt!

Matt, let's climb!

Matt!

I'm taking over.

Aren't we landing?
- That much light

can only come from
an explosion

or forest fires...

or...

I have no fucking idea.

- Why not some large area
natural disaster?

There are a lot of volcanoes
in the United States.

What?

- Look, the turbulence
is dying down.

As soon as we get far
enough away from here,

I'm gonna land this plane
wherever I can.

Military airport,
mall parking lot--I don't care.

- I really think
it's important

not to freak out right now.

So far as long as we've
stayed up in the air,

nothing has happened to us,
right?

- He's right.

We need to stay calm.

After all,
we filled up for L.A. right?

So we're not gonna run
out of fuel anytime soon.

For all we know,
some explosion or forest fire

happened in Kansas City,

or maybe there was
a connection

with what we saw in Chicago.

But either way,
we still have enough fuel

to get far away
from this whole area.

d d

Where's the little ticker thing
at the bottom of the screen?

The one with all the stock
information?

- Why aren't they
reporting on...on anything?

- But...Christmas is over,
isn't it?

- It is.

- Fuck!

December 26th
and December 27th.

Here. Right now I guess
it's crucial to find out

what happened on the ground.

And since we don't have
the net, or any televised news,

maybe we can find some hints
in these papers my Dad left.

- But they're from yesterday.

Do you think they predicted
the future?

- Maybe there have been
some weather forecasts,

tornado warnings
or something.

- Or military tests
or maneuvers

scheduled in the area.

- Or a political crisis
threatening to break out.

- Good point.
Let me help you.

Baby, we're looking
for natural disasters.

Not fashion disasters.

- Look at this!

I'm about to have
a nervous breakdown.

I need something
to calm me down.

d d

- Matt,
take a look at this.

d d

- Nice to meet you, Mr. Lamar

You said your name was Harris.

- Head of a religious movement

that believes in
the apocalypse.

His real name is Erik Lamar.

- I knew I seen your face
before.

- It says the FBI's been
after him ever since

plans of an assault came to
their attention last Wednesday.

You piece of shit.

Are you the reason
behind all this madness?

- I'm not.
How could I?

- Each time we try to land,
you try to stop us.

You wanted to keep this
plane in the air at any cost.

Why?

Is it 'cause you know
we'll die down there?

You must be out of your mind.

- Did you bastards
cause an explosion

or diffuse a virus
or something?

Is that why all those planes

didn't want to land
back in Chicago?

- You snuck aboard
because you knew

that only up here
you'd be safe.

- No.

You must believe me,
I-I...

I just wanted to make
money with that sect.

I was good at talking
and my followers,

they kept donating...

and I myself never believed

in that apocalypse bullshit
at all.

And...we never planned
any attack.

I swear.

- Oh, right,
the FBI was just mistaken

about that information.

- Yes.

No.
Actually,

it was all
a huge misunderstanding.

Some of the members
got it all wrong

and they started
trash talking online,

and the FBI was monitoring it.

- There! Guys, I have to
tell you something.

A moment ago I saw Lamar
checking his watch

right before there was
a glow outside the window.

I mean, as if he knew
exactly when to expect it.

- Man, you are dead.

- It's just a pulse watch.

Please, I suffer from diabetes.

- It's true.
It's a pulse watch.

- It warns me when I get
too excited, you understand?

To avoid seizures.

That's why
I looked at it earlier.

- Oh, what a coincidence.

- It's already started.

Please,
you know about the condition.

Can I get some insulin
from my pack?

It's still back
in that hatch.

I can die if I don't get it.

- Right, I'll go with you.
Move!

- Thank you very much.

- So what do
you think of his story?

- He just might
be telling the truth.

I just don't know what
to believe.

- Move!

- Do you think Lamar threw
this away to hide it from us?

- Move it.

d d

- Oh, shit, listen to this.

"Former sect members claim

"that Lamar
fed them psychotropic drugs,

"causing massive paranoia
and hallucinations

"in order to impose
his will on them.

"Upon consumption,
people believed that they were

actually witnessing...
the end of the world."

- Holy shit!

- Give me that.

We know all about you
and your drugs.

- Is this what made us
see and believe

all those frightening things?

- He gave hallucinogenic
drugs to members of his sect,

making them think that the
end of the world was near.

Look.

- Well, you must believe me,
I...

I swear I didn't
give you anything.

It's true we experimented

with pharmaceuticals, LSD,
stuff like that,

but I can assure you,

none of us ever
experienced anything

like we did during
this flight.

- Then why would you hide
that page?

- Guys,
this could be the explanation.

It could finally be the
explanation for everything.

- I really hope you're right.

- Wait, hold on.

How is he supposed to
have given us any drugs?

Thank you.

- Well, he was in
the cargo bay area

for a long time
before we found him.

Down there it's easy to
infuse the air cycle machine

with any sort of
foreign substance.

- But just why would I
do that?

- Well, planes create
an artificial pressure

and temperature environment,
otherwise people

wouldn't be able to survive
at such a high altitude.

Think of the whole cabin
as a giant oxygen tank

we all breathe from.

- It's true.

I read about similar
experiments

with hallucinogenic drugs
on airplanes.

- I heard enough.

- Hey, what are you doing
with that?

I need those!

- So much for your goddamn
drugs, you piece of shit.

- You just signed
my death warrant.

- Don't worry Kyle,
he won't die.

What Matt described
makes perfect sense.

These must have been
the drugs we read about.

- Just how can you be sure
of that?

- You might have killed
the man.

- He might have killed you!

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- All I wanted to do was

cross the border to Mexico.

Just cross the border.

- Hey!

Hey.

Don't fall asleep.

He's going into a coma.

- Can't we give him some sweets
or something with sugar

in case he didn't lie about
his condition?

- No, not while someone's
unconscious.

- Things can't be changed
anymore.

Here's what we do.

We exchange our cabin air,
now,

before we try to land under the
possible influence of drugs.

To be on the safe side.

- Exchange the air.
That's it, man.

- We'd have to release
the cabin pressure

and open the emergency
exit at the same time.

We'd have to descend
significantly for that.

The turbulence is gone.

I mean, if there ever were
was any in the first place.

- Kyle, you'll be the pilot.

Odin and I will open
the emergency exit.

Everyone else...
fasten your seat belts.

- All right,
ready when you are.

- Okay,
put it around your waist.

Like this, see?

- This way we won't be sucked
out or something, right?

- Well, at this altitude
we won't anyway.

It'll only be windy,
very windy.

Okay, ladies, listen up.

Just try breathing normally,
okay?

Okay, here we go.
Kyle?

Let's bring it in.

Now!

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Why is the snow...hot?

- It's probably
just withdrawal symptoms.

I experienced
something similar once.

- This is not snow!

It's ash!

- He's dead.

What?

- It's just like
a diabetic shock, he...

He might've been telling
the truth all along, I ...

- Come.

d d

[intense dramatic
build

d d

- A nuclear explosion.

- But...couldn't this still be

a hallucination from the drugs?

- No.

I don't think so.

- We're at war.

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- You think the aluminum hull

could protect us from
radioactivity?

- I don't know.

Maybe.

- What do you mean,
radioactivity?

My cousin lives in Denver.
That's not far from here.

I wanna land right now.
I wanna talk to her.

I said land!

Land this plane,
God damn it!

I wanna talk to my family.

- Your cousin's dead,
Roxy!

Dead, along with everyone
else within hundreds of miles.

And we'll die too if we
even set foot on the ground.

You're not an expert, Matt.

How can you even be sure
it's a nuclear explosion

and not a hydrogen bomb
or whatever?

- That's a nuclear bomb
too.

- It even explains
the random failure

of our electronic devices,
doesn't it?

I mean, a blast like that

sends out
electromagnetic pulses

that could burst
sensitive equipment, right?

- No chance.
We were too far away.

- What if this isn't
the only one?

That green glow sure looked
like what we saw underneath

the clouds in Kansas,
and before even.

- They say that in
a nuclear explosion,

everything inflames like
paper within seconds.

For miles and miles and miles.

- Right, but there was
nothing in flames

in Chicago, was there?

- No, but the radioactivity
could've extended there.

Maybe that's why no one
wanted to land.

- We're still close enough.

I'm tired of this mystery.

I'm gonna find out what's going
on in the ground right now.

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My God.

d d

[cell phone
playing tune]

d d

What is that?

- It's my cell.

I put it back in my bag.

d d

Hello?

- Lisa, sweetheart!

- Dad!

- Oh, thank God
that you're alive.

I've been trying to reach you
for hours.

Where are you?

- I'm onboard an airplane
with some friends.

I--We were on our way to L.A.

Dad, you have to tell us.

There's been nuclear attacks,
right?

I mean, we've got almost
no information up here.

- Yes, Lisa, there have.

The Continental United States
was hit

by 11 nuclear missiles
in the course of the night.

Millions of people were killed
in the explosions alone.

At the moment,
everybody is trying

to escape from the radioactive
contamination.

I'll probably drive further
north in the morning myself.

- Dad...who...

who did this?

- What they say is that
unknown rebel forces

have taken over a military
base in the Russian outback

from which the missiles
were launched.

The execution of that attack

must've been
highly professional.

About an hour ago,
the Russian Government

claimed they've regained
control of the facility.

- Lisa. Lisa.

Are you still there?

- Oh no, my battery's low.

Dad, Dad can you hear me?

- Lisa, listen to me.

- Dad--
- Listen to me.

You must stay in the air

to avoid the radiation.

All airplanes are advised
not to land

but to fly out of
the contaminated area.

Since the bombs
exploded on the ground,

even a few minutes
of ground exposure

is already said to be lethal.

Get away from the mainland,
as far as possible.

Stay skybound.

- Stay skybound!

I love you.

Hey.

So...bearing in mind
what Lisa's dad said,

what course should we set
with our remaining fuel?

- How far do we have to
fly away from

let's say our major
mainland cities

not to be affected by
radiation?

- Great,
nobody here knows anything

about radiation or its range.

- Without cells, radio, or at
least an internet connection,

there's no way to find out
anything up here.

land... either!

- Hey, isn't that entertainment
and education package

still on the hard disk
of the video system?

You mean that kid's
encyclopedia?

- Come on.
Don't be damaged.

Don't be damaged.

Yes!

- It's just a collection
of games and movies

in case you get bored during
the flight--it's useless.

- Well, we just need
range information, right?

At least just a vague idea.

There's gotta be
some kind of entry

on the bombings of
Hiroshima or Nagasaki.

- Ha. You can't be serious.

- It really is for children.

- All right.

"Although the explosive
forces of today's bombs

"are about seven times higher,

"the bombings of Hiroshima
and Nagasaki

during World War II
were devastating enough."

"Radiation never reached
the U.S.,

"as radiation range

"exponentially
decreases over water.

In this case,
the Pacific Ocean."

- Great,
feeling smarter now?

- You're right,
it's...useless.

- Well, this one seems to be
telling some sort of range.

- I was always good at math.

Didn't wanna study it though.
Too boring.

- Did you think I was dumb,
or what?

- So if I give you
our fuel range,

can you make something
out of it?

- Well, let's see.

That one seems to stand
for explosive force,

which we know is about
seven times higher now.

Didn't you just so, Kyle?

- Uh, yeah, I did.

- All right, tell me how much
fuel's left

and, uh, do we have a map?
- Yeah.

- Okay. Bring it to me
and...a shot of something?

I need to wake up.

d d

d d

- No, go ahead,
tear it apart.

- Patience.

d d

- Okay, so based upon
our remaining fuel,

and assuming
that either Los Angeles

or San Francisco were hit,

we can't get far enough
anymore going north or south.

And since the east is
where we're coming from,

the only safe place we
still could reach lies west,

about 300 miles before
the Hawaiian Islands.

- But that's in the water.

How are supposed to land there,
Roxy?

Can I have another one
of these, please?

I sure wanna be drunk
when I die.

- Is there really
nowhere else we can go?

- Nope,
contamination everywhere.

- Then we are dead.

- Only 300 miles away
from Hawaii?

But can we make that somehow?

- Oh, forget it.

You would never ever
gain that much more range

by doing that.

- Not by tossing out the
suitcases, you couldn't.

But what if we ripped
out the entire interior?

I mean the TVs,
the seats, everything.

- You cannot be serious.

- What if we take
everything apart,

including the bathroom,
and throw it out?

Then with a little luck,
maybe?

- Come on,
what have we got to lose?

d d

Ah!

d d

- Okay, so the computer
should automatically

detect our new weight
and calculating

if we have enough fuel
to reach Hawaii.

So here goes.

d d

Just 80 more miles.

- Not even a third more.

- See, I told you.

- Oh, that's just great Kyle,
to have known that in advance.

That's really great
and so fucking helpful.

- All right, you can
shut the fuck up.

- Make me.
- Guys, take it easy, come on.

- You're so smart little bro,
you're the smartest kid I know.

You can be real proud

of yourself Matty,
you know why?

'Cause now we can't even

get the news broadcasts
anymore, can we?

- Stop it, both of you!
What's gotten into you?

This isn't gonna help anyone.

- Damn it!

I'm sorry.

Maybe just fly north or south,

as far as possible,
and then land?

After all,
Roxy's calculations

might be slightly off
to our advantage.

- Yeah,
but even if they are off,

one thing's for sure--
the difference between

how far we must travel
over ground

or over water is extreme.

We've all read
the radiation range

dramatically
decreases over water.

- So if we go north or south,

we might stay within
radiation range?

- No, we will for sure.

- Shit.

- Last year I was on
a passenger plane

headed for Buenos Aires,
and one side's engine failed.

But the pilot managed
to land the plane

as if nothing had happened.

Even during landing, you
wouldn't have noticed a thing.

All smooth.

- If we could remove
one of the engines,

we'd probably lose
the necessary weight

to make it all the way
to Hawaii.

How the hell are we
supposed to do that?

- This here is steel.

That out there is only
aluminum.

- You wanna walk out
onto a wing

and cut off one of
the engines?

Are you insane?

- Matt, that's suicide.

- He's only messing with
you anyway.

- I say let's try it.

What?

We have to at least try,
right?

I mean,
even I heard of failed engines

on passenger planes
that still landed safely.

- Odin, even if we reduce our
speed as much as possible,

we'd still have to stay
above 160 miles an hour,

otherwise the plane just
drops out of the air.

So you ever stick your hand out

of your car going that speed?

Then you might know
the feeling.

- But look,
the engine's mounting

is right above the wing.

Just like two yards away,

and we still got those belts
to hold Matt from the inside.

- We even have the
parachute's belts.

- All right, count me
out of this one.

- But I can't bro, we need
someone to level the plane

when the engine comes off,
to restore the balance.

- Whatever.

- I know you still
love her, Kyle.

But I love her too.

I guess that's just too bad,
isn't it?

- Matt, please.

- But either way,
little brother,

she'll die and we'll die
if you and I

don't stop fighting
and start working together.

I know you're smart, Kyle.

Way smarter than me.
It was always like that.

But sometimes...
you have to take a chance.

You must take a risk.

Try the impossible.

You know,
if we don't act now,

we're dead already.

This plane--
it's gonna be our tomb.

Either we'll crash because
we run out of fuel

or we're gonna land and die
from radiation eventually.

Or...

we can fight.

Fight our way back
into the light.

We can climb out of this tomb!

Even if we're...

we're scared and desperate,

and the only way to do it
sounds insane.

We can't let out egos get
in the way anymore, Kyle.

You and I...

need to work together...
as brothers.

Or we will die

as individuals.

d d

You really think
it was such a good idea

to take the canvas off?

- What would be the point
in landing?

- Yeah, right.

d d

Well, it's been quite a
first date, hasn't it Lisa?

- It has.

But you know...

it's not over yet.

You promised to take me home,
remember?

- Yeah, I promise.

d d

- I'll wait for you to do that.

- Okay, speed down to 160.

- Let's do this shit.

d d

- Jesus!

d d

Matt!

d d

- Look,
he made it, he's hitting it!

- Yeah baby, whoo!

- There! For a moment
it was disconnected

from the electricity.

- Come on Matt, hold on!

- Oh, God!

- Hurry up guys--it has to
come off now or we'll crash.

- I can't reach the end.

Fuck!

- I can't hold it any longer.

d d

- No!

- Ah--

It worked!

The plane's back in balance!

We made it!

d d

Where's Matt?

d d

- Here.

- Thanks, Lisa.

- Still minus 26 miles till
we reach our destination.

What--does that mean
we're not gonna make it?

- No, I think we will.

The computer uses
an average wind speed

for its calculations
and there's a buffer, so...

With a bit of luck...

everything will be just fine.

- I'm so sorry for you, Kyle.

About Matt.

- He was right.

Sometimes
you have to take a chance.

He was so ...

Brave.

d d

- You're gonna have to live
for the both of you now.

- The engine just shut off.
We're out of fuel.

How far away are we?

- Only a few miles.

We're gonna hit the water!

- Caution. Terrain.

- I'll try and keep
the nose up.

d d

d d

- Although millions
were killed

in yesterday's
disastrous attacks,

people still keep getting out
of the contaminated areas,

reaching Mexico,
Canada, or even Hawaii.

And as the world stands
ready to help civilians

of the catastrophe,

a new beginning
will certainly come.

d d

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