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- We can't do that here. - Why not?

"Why not?"

You'd deny a man his dying wish?

No, but you really are going to die if you say that one more time.

Do you hear me?

Shit!

- You don't have to... - No, it's no problem.

- You can't park there. - Official business.

Are you still there? Hello? Hello?

But there's 30 minutes until take-off.

The doors have closed.

It's not my call, of course.

Of course! You're just doing your job.

I wasn't the one who was late, miss.

Are you still travelling with Mr Martens?

No.

He doesn't need a new reservation?

No.

Well, these things happen, huh?

Do they?

"These things happen," do they?

Let me see what I can do, okay?

- Mate, there's a line. - Excuse me.

I need to give my friend something before his flight.

Only passengers with a boarding card can pass this point.

This is NATO business.

That may well be.

But you'll need an escort from airport security.

Otherwise, only passengers with a boarding card can pass.

You stupid piece of shit.

Good evening.

Good evening.

- You're Ines? - Uh... Yes.

- I follow your Instagram. - Okay.

- Moscow, huh? - Yes.

- You spinning there? - No, just an appearance.

- Have a good flight. - Thanks.

Flight 21 for Moscow.

There's a stopover there, arriving Saturday at 8:20 p.m. local time.

I only have seats in first class, but I'm waiving the fees for the upgrade.

Thank you.

- I want to go west. - West?

- London. Dublin. New York... - Ah.

- I have a New York leaving in two hours? - New York. Great.

Okay, great. Do you know your return date?

No, no return. Just one-way.

I only have space in business to JFK.

- That's 4,235 euros. - I'll take it.

What? You actually said that?

That's ridiculous. You know it's stupid.

Okay. No!

- Excuse us. - Sophie.

Excuse us.

Are you all right?

Sophie?

Excuse us.

Oh, I didn't think anyone got to board before first class.

Sophie.

- Wake up! - Yeah.

Well, we all land at the same time.

Sophie, what the fuck?

- Sophie! - You okay, miss?

It's my friend in New York. She started choking and just collapsed.

- But I can't see anything. - I don't know!

I need to call someone! But who?

Who do I call?

Someone who gives a fuck.

- Are you okay? - I think I ate something bad.

I'll go to the chemist. Nothing's left here.

Of course.

I'll also find someone to help us get the plane ready.

Don't get anything with aspirin.

It's not good for the baby.

- I'm not pregnant. - No.

I've had three kids myself.

You're glowing. You are.

This is morning sickness.

It's midnight.

Is it Mathieu's?

- Why would you say that? - I saw him leaving your room in Helsinki.

Does Mathieu know?

I'm gonna tell him in Moscow.

- Welcome aboard, good evening. - Evening.

- How are you? - Good.

We're going to Moscow for my surgery.

Oh, good. Then you're on the right flight.

What the hell?

Are they dead or what?

Are they dead?

Time's up.

Check.

- Heat is on. - Check.

- Instruments. - Yes, Captain.

- Altimeters: two-nine-nine-two. - Check.

Twice. Three times.

Is this the flight to Bora Bora? Hey, guys.

Ah, he's a mechanic and delivery guy!

- Thanks. - You eat. I'll do the walkaround.

- What do I owe you? - Nothing. I know what co-pilots make.

Maybe you got cut off. Maybe she was playing a joke on you.

She does have a dark sense of humour.

- Excuse me. - What?

Are you hot? Because...

What's it to you?

No, nothing.

You just look hot, so...

I just don't like flying.

- Madam, could I have some champagne? - Sure. Just a moment.

First class, hardly.

Hey, are you going home with us?

Some kid scribbled on a seat. Two minutes.

Get out of the way! Move!

Oh, shit.

Out of the way!

Get back!

Move it!

Move!

Hey! Hey!

No, stop! No, stop! Don't!

What's happening?

Open the door!

- I'm here to help! - He's armed.

Shut the door!

Shut the door!

Or you're dead. Shut the door!

Whoa!

Sit. Sit down.

- Get us out of here now. - Stay calm. Okay.

Listen.

If we don't fly out of here, the sunrise will kill us all.

Understand?

We're calling the police.

What was that?

Gunshot.

We gotta get out of here!

Fucking hell! Holy shit...

- Get out! Go on. - Go on, go.

We've gotta go. Understand?

- We've gotta go before the sunrise. - I can't.

- Are you kidding me? - I can't fly it by myself.

- One pilot can fly this. - The control stick.

It's what steers this plane.

I can't do that without my damned left hand!

- Where's the other pilot? - I don't know.

Bastard!

Attention! Do we have any pilots?

We need a pilot. This is life and death!

If we don't take off, we're all gonna die!

- Not planes. Helicopters. - Okay. Come on.

You don't have to.

Come on!

Hurry up!

Where's the police?

I don't know, they're never there when you need them.

- What are they doing? - I have no idea.

The plane's moving. Seatbelts.

What's wrong?

Are we leaving?

Don't know, but we're moving, so seatbelts.

- Seatbelts. - Where are the police?

- Seatbelts. - We're taking off?

I don't know. Please, sit.

Seatbelt, sir.

It's gonna be okay. Fasten your seatbelts.

There's still time to call this off, you know?

I can park over there.

There's nothing to call off! Tell the tower we're outta here.

I can't just take off.

If not, the next bullet is for her.

Don't do it for me. He can go fuck himself!

I mean it, don't do it for me.

Call!

Control tower, BE Airways 21.

Requesting take-off from runway two-five-right.

Control tower, do you copy?

Do you copy?

- I don't hear anything. - Who cares? Go.

Flight attendants, prepare for take-off.

Everyone remain seated.

Thank you.

Throttle up.

All the way.

Where are we going?

West. We're going west.

You see why this doesn't make much sense, right?

Yes, I understand, I know.

"Sunlight now means death."

Look, I know it sounds crazy, but I'm not some crazy person.

I'm an officer assigned to NATO!

I see that, Major. I was in the military, too.

I'm Sylvie.

And this is...

First Officer Douek. But you can call me Mathieu.

Mathieu. Okay.

And you? What's your name?

Major Gallo. Terenzio Gallo.

- The last two. - Yeah.

- No Internet for me, either. - Maybe the terrorist turned it off.

Maybe.

You think this is connected to my friend?

In New York?

I don't know. Hijacking here. Some sort of gas attack there.

I might need you later.

- Madam. - Please stay in your seat.

SECURITY - There is a TERRORIST next to me!

I can't hear anything.

A passenger thinks there's another terrorist aboard.

- What do we do? - We've gotta fight back.

- They told you this at NATO? - I overheard it, yes.

And did they say what was causing this sun death?

Only that it would begin where the sun was shining.

Which it did, in Asia and the Americas before we took off.

That's where it started.

And now?

Now, as the sun moves around the world, it will kill everything in its path.

Major, we need to find him a doctor.

Or we're not going anywhere.

We're not going anywhere.

Hurry back.

I'll cover you.

- Coffee? - We're gonna throw it in his eyes.

Okay, right now, Mathieu needs a doctor.

- Did he shoot him? - Yes, in the hand.

So let's find a doctor.

Did they say why this thing was happening?

No, but I promise you, if you could talk to anyone down there now,

they'd trade places with us.

If only our radios worked.

That bullet must have hit the Avionics bay below.

Fix it. You'll hear the truth.

We can't.

You can only reach the avionics from outside the plane.

Perhaps we could land, then fix it.

- We've got a mechanic aboard. - Are you not listening?

If we don't fly fast, we die!

Don't you get it?

It's really important. Is there a doctor?

I'm not a doctor, but I'm a home care worker.

- Come on up. - Is there anything I can do?

Tell us what's happening.

- We deserve to know what's going on. - You do.

The pilot will explain soon.

Whatever. This is crazy.

You had fuel for Moscow, yes?

How far is that from Brussels?

1,216 nautical miles.

And how far will that fuel get us west?

I'll need to calculate that.

- Then do it. - Okay.

I will. I promise.

That's where we're going. The farthest west we can fly.

Sit there.

You, over there.

Let me see your hand.

So we have a plan, yes?

Right, we have a plan.

And no funny stuff.

If I see cities below,

if I don't see ocean, I'll know we turned east.

Deal.

But you've gotta do something for me, Terenzio.

What?

There's no need to tell the passengers about the sun.

It'll just cause panic.

We're gonna have to work together, Terenzio.

You and I.

- Okay. So, what do I tell them? - Nothing...

I'll handle it.

How?

Ladies and gentlemen, this is your pilot.

I want to tell you that everything is under control and everything will be okay.

The... gentleman aboard has requested we reroute to another airport...

No, we should be in Moscow.

Once we've done that...

...we'll resume our flight to Moscow.

I apologise...

for the inconvenience.

"Gentleman" is not the word I would've used.

The most important thing is safely operating the aircraft.

Give me your hand.

I can't do that with him panicking or the passengers agitated.

What about BIKF?

- Iceland? - Mmm-hmm.

It's about 1,100 miles.

- Good. - I'm on the wound.

That'd leave us about 600 miles in extra fuel

and give the authorities time to scramble some escort fighters.

But we didn't make a distress call.

This is a passenger jet

that took off without clearance and isn't responding to radio commands.

They're coming. Believe me.

This first-aid kit has nothing to sew you up.

What if we cauterised it?

- Cauterise it? - Mmm-hmm.

Burn the tissue, stop the bleeding.

I'd need something metal and some way to heat it.

They've got knives in first class, no? Real ones.

We have to try something.

- We want to speak to the captain. - Where are we going?

Everybody try to remain calm, okay?

What's this about the sun?

What are you talking about?

Through the door, I heard you shouting about the sun.

You must have misunderstood.

On my count. Three, two, one.

That's it, breathe.

Pass me the knife.

Hold his hand.

If it were me, I'd close my eyes, tight.

Listen.

We bought a ticket for Moscow.

My son has surgery there tomorrow.

If you think I'm scared of that gun or whatever your cause...

- Sit down, mummy. - Sir.

- Don't, Mummy, please. - Wait, baby.

There's more people here than you have bullets.

Plenty of bullets for you and that crippled boy.

Don't listen to him, madam.

You fucking piece of shit! Come here!

Mathieu...

This should help keep the infection down,

for a few hours at least.

Thank you.

How does that feel?

Better.

That's the lidocaine. Unfortunately, we used all of it.

You should have a few drinks.

I need a clear head.

I drank a bottle of vodka before boarding.

This flight's pretty good at sobering you up.

Well, I don't really know where to start. I'm in this completely absurd situation.

Our plane has been hijacked by some Italian guerrilla or something.

So weird.

Well...

I'm not live-streaming it because the Internet is out.

They actually managed to screw my ticket up and I'm in economy class.

- Excuse me? - Yes.

How long has the Wi-Fi been out?

All week. It was supposed to be fixed when we got back from Moscow.

Excuse me.

- Everything okay up there? - Yes.

I know about the sun.

You do?

- Does the pilot? - Yes. He doesn't believe it, though.

It's not true, is it?

I don't know. And you?

You fly helicopters?

Flew.

I was in the air force. I got fired.

Landing. That's the only part I really need some assistance with.

And can we do that?

Without radios? Without clearance?

The tower will help us with light signals. We're trained for that.

- Okay. Okay. - You and I can practise the moves.

- What's going on now? - I'll check.

No, wait.

Help me.

- What's wrong? - I knew it. It's biological warfare.

- Take him to the toilet. - Don't touch!

Help me.

- Come on. - Hey, hey.

Okay.

- A passenger took the gun. - Back up!

Call me if any indicators light up.

Give me that back.

- I'm saving you. - You didn't tell the truth.

Lock him in the bathroom.

- Now. - Fuck you.

- Okay, okay. - I'm gonna count to one.

Okay. Think of yourself, at least.

Please. Okay.

- Do it. - Go on.

Come here, sir.

Please.

You haven't been telling the truth, either.

That's correct, but for good reason.

That man is not well. He's unhinged.

That's not true!

Where are we going?

He wanted to go west, so we're headed to Iceland.

Why don't we just turn around?

Because we're about to land and once we do,

the police will take him, and this will all be over.

He was talking about the sun killing people.

- The sun? - And it sounded like you agreed.

I did for his sake.

Had I not played along with his psychosis, I'm not sure what he would've done.

Fuck you! I'm telling the truth.

Now, that's the truth.

All of it.

And on behalf of BE Airways,

I want to apologise to every one of you.

Just no more lies. Yes?

Okay?

Okay.

Thanks.

Thank you all for dealing with this so well. Thanks.

- Go ahead. - What the hell?

I'll update you soon.

Reykjavik Tower, BE Airways 21. Requesting vector for landing.

The radio isn't working.

No sign of those fighters, either.

Set the auto-brake.

Flaps to one.

Flaps to one.

- Flaps to two. - Flaps to two.

Gear down.

Landing gear down.

Armed.

Armed.

Light.

Reykjavik Tower. Anyone?

If we don't get anyone by final approach, we'll do a flyby first.

Breathe. Where does it hurt?

- There? - Yes.

- Think he can get in a seat? - No, I don't think so.

Do we know what it is yet?

No. I think it's his stomach, but I'm not sure.

Don't worry. We'll be on the ground soon.

Can you see if someone speaks Arabic? I think that's what he's speaking.

Does anyone speak Arabic?

Does anyone speak Arabic?

I do.

Could you come here, sir?

We need a translation.

- Lights! - It's Iceland. Iceland!

I'll signal an emergency by tipping our wings as we pass the tower.

Reykjavik Tower, BE Airways 21.

Flyby to signal mayday. We have...

What was that?

Those people... They wanted out.

This isn't gonna work.

Runway's blocked. We can't land.

We'll have to turn back.

Did you see that?

What on earth...

You think that... the major was telling the truth?

We've got roughly 595 miles of fuel reserves.

Try to find a flight plan towards the nearest alternative.

A minimum of 1,500 metres of runway.

Okay.

What are you doing?

You tricked me, you fucking dirty Arab!

Dirty Turk, actually.

What's going on down there, Major?

What exactly did you see?

Burning planes, desperate people.

Like the end of the world.

I won't say anything without my gun.

- What? - How...

- It's impossible... - Fuck...

Give it to him.

Wait, let's talk about this first.

But wait...

Isn't it obvious? Those people realised what I've been saying this whole time.

If you wait for the sun to rise, you die.

The sun?

- It happened in New York. - What's he saying?

- We're gonna die. - We just have to...

We must keep heading west.

We can't. After Iceland, it's Greenland, we don't have fuel to make it halfway.

We're running out of fuel?

I didn't say that.

I did.

There's nothing else west.

The closest airport is east, Kinloss in northern Scotland.

RAF Kinloss? I've been there.

The EU flies weather missions out of there...

Well, we won't make that, either.

We're short of that, too?

Fifty miles.

So, are people back in Brussels in danger?

- Hang on. - Are they dead?

One problem at a time.

Fifty miles.

We can fly lower, slow down a bit...

- and with some luck... - Luck?

We can't go east and slower. You think the sun is gonna go slower?

- It'll be dark when we land. - For how long?

God protect us.

Wait.

I promise you, we're gonna figure everything out.

But we need to get to a safer place.

So, for now...

get back in your seats and stay calm.

Stay calm?

And you... don't do anything stupid.

Unbelievable.

You are falling asleep.

I seek forgiveness from Allah for all of my sins and turn to Him...

Uh...

I'm pretty sure that this will be my last video.

But I just wanted to say that...

Um...

What if this airport's like Iceland's?

Then we'll deal with that problem.

If Kinloss is closed, we can't reach anywhere else.

I know!

Sorry.

Jakub, the second we land, find the fuel farm.

We'll have less than an hour till sun rise.

No, Mathieu. I say once we fuel up, we fly straight back to Brussels.

- We'll see. - No "we'll see."

- Don't you have a family, too? - Yes, but...

I don't know about you, but if the world is ending in a couple hours,

I'd like to try to save my wife.

Calm down, guys.

One problem at a time. Let's land first.

Okay?

Could you please tell Gabrielle to prepare the cabin?

- Unprofessional. - He's only human.

It's unprofessional.

Whatever it takes, get on a plane headed west.

Do it, I will explain.

Come on, damn it.

Please sit down and fasten your seatbelts.

Sir, we're about to land. Quickly, please.

Anything I can do?

If I knew what his problem was...

I'm sure it's his stomach.

If I took him in the bathroom, see if he throws up?

He won't let me move him.

Huh?

Huh?

What's he saying?

- What's he saying? - I'm not sure. He's mumbling.

I think he said he swallowed diamonds.

Diamonds?

That's what he said.

The engines are down.

Cut them both.

That lever.

- You want the engines off? - Yes, now.

- Gonna have to glide it in. - What?

I'll try a forward slip.

Forward slip? Isn't that what tiny student planes do?

Tiny little planes.

A plane is a plane.

Prepare for an emergency landing. Now!

I'm gonna die in Scotland...

- with Belgians... - Could you please be quiet?

Hey, all the way. With your legs!

- I am! - Now the handbrake.

Now pull. All the way.

Pull! Again.

- On the left. - We're gonna hit it.

- We're gonna hit it. - No!

I'm not going to hit it.

You did it.

Ladies and gentlemen, please stay in your seats with your seatbelts fastened

until the seatbelt sign goes off. Thank you for your understanding.

Everyone stay in your seats.

Thank you.

Everyone remain seated. Thanks.

You heard the captain!

- Move! - Remain in your seats.

It's not safe yet.

Everyone remain seated, please.

- Where is everyone? - Come on.

They're getting off.

It's normal to want to stretch your legs.

Are you okay? Breathe, just breathe.

Shit. Right.

My God.

The Italian was telling the truth. They also think...

I'm dreaming...

Oh, God...

Oh, fuck.

Just get to the airport quickly...

Anything about when it'll end?

I'm still searching.

Is that help or a new problem?

If they want trouble?

What are we gonna do, get these people back up these slides?

Where are you coming from?

Brussels.

- What have you heard? - Bits and pieces.

The whole fucking world's ending.

- Is it just the three of you? - Yes.

Which we'll explain, but we haven't got any time now.

We all have to get out of here. Now.

And go where?

Into the night.