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What was that?

Sweetheart?

Darling?

Sorry, were you taking a nap? Did I wake you?

Uh, no problem.

I think I forgot the eggs.

I'll be back in half an hour.

You can take a shower and set the table.

It's damaged, that's for sure.

But I think it will hold, don't you?

Without examining it from outside, it's impossible to say.

Fancy going out to check?

Lead the way.

Jakub...

She didn't follow you.

It's not your fault.

You know,

sailors used to carry citrus fruits on long journeys to fight scurvy.

- What's scurvy? - Scurvy...

Well, it's...

No idea.

Maybe Laura or Horst would know.

Thanks.

- It tastes like chalk. - Really?

Mmm!

Uh, I'll get you something else.

We don't see lights any more.

We must be over the Pacific.

- What's that? - The Pacific? It's an ocean.

Did they put that old man's dead body down with the suitcases?

Don't you worry about that.

Come.

Everything is fine.

- Is everything okay? - Yes.

Go back to your seat.

Stay away from my kid and stay away from me.

- Excuse me? - Your goddamn Prince Charming act?

You don't fool me.

I'm sorry that you feel that way.

That's it!

- You can sit, it's fine. - Sit there?

You must be joking.

- It's just to keep an eye on it. - What if I get sucked out?

There's a convex glass window in front of the plastic layer. You're safe.

We should start making decisions as a group.

- Pardon? - You're making all the decisions:

the window, where we land, the soldiers...

Did you want those murderers on board?

I didn't say that.

The people on this plane are my responsibility.

Yeah? "The people"?

The woman he left behind was your responsibility, too.

- You're a dead man. - Hang on.

I won't hear that again.

It wasn't Jakub's fault.

Not only his. It was the fault of all of you. You, you and him, there.

You think it's your job to decide for us, as if we were children.

Your safety is my job.

The airline you work for no longer exists.

There is no job. Only us.

We all work together.

All he wants is some cooperation, Captain.

Right, because without cooperation...

I don't want to go there.

I think we're all getting tired of you waving your gun about.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah. Shoot me, see where it gets you.

- Think I won't? - Hey, a plane!

Guys, there's another plane! On the radio.

There are other people like us?

Come again, Hawaii?

Affirm. It's called the Mars Sphere.

Of course.

It's an underwater facility replicating the pressure of a space mission.

- Mars Sphere? - Yeah, we looked it up online,

it's some sort of underwater training facility for astronauts.

The water must block the radiation or whatever's causing all of this.

Copy. And you heard about this when refuelling in Vancouver?

Sort of.

The coordinates were spray-painted on the side of the terminal.

They must've been trying to leave word for anyone landing.

The radio's range isn't much.

We must not be that far behind you.

You gonna follow us to HNL?

The pilot said the facility can hold 100 people.

It has oxygen and food.

As soon as I hear more, I'll let you know.

Unbelievable, he's taking over again.

Shut up! The captain is talking.

- I've had enough of your crap. - I haven't even started!

Mathieu, the Brits may have been bad,

but they were right about staying in our latitude band.

Isn't Hawaii too far from our current position?

What exactly are you asking?

If Hawaii doesn't work out,

won't we be too close to the equator to outrun the sun?

- Only if we have to fly again. - Exactly.

So, aren't we putting too much faith in a rumour?

How long do you think we can keep this up?

How long until one little thing goes wrong?

We lose an engine, we're dead. Run out of fuel, we're dead. Shit!

We lose a wheel...

Okay!

- I just wanted to talk it over. - Well, we talked.

I'm sorry.

My hand, my head... I'm not myself.

Well...

Wasn't Laura supposed to give you an injection for the pain?

- Or give you some pills? - I told her to save it for the passengers.

You should take the meds. We need you.

- You should rest. - Rest?

Who could rest with all that going on?

What the hell is going on out there?

- What's happening... - No, I'll go.

You stay here, and you rest.

We need order. A semblance of order.

- No need for threats. - What's up?

They say we can't eat until we do what they want.

- They have all the food. - We just want to set some rules.

- Rules? - Primo,

if this Hawaii thing doesn't work out, we decide our next destination together.

Secondo, we divide everything equally.

Food, drinks, even blankets.

Terzo, no one gets kicked off the plane unless we all vote on it.

Did you do something? Afraid we'll throw you off the plane?

- Fuck off. - No! Hey! Hey now!

Sylvie to the cockpit immediately!

- What's up? - Fires in the APU. Chapter six.

You read, I'll start the sequence.

Maybe the exhaust door?

- Chapter six, chapter six... - Chapter six, copy.

Okay. "Switch flight control to off.

Then turn off the three-phase source of TR3..."

- You touch something? - No.

Me neither.

Maybe a faulty sensor?

Air con? Overheating?

Two false alarms with nothing linking them?

What are the chances of that?

Overheating, not once but twice... And no fire...

- Unless... - What?

The two systems are connected by the landing gear.

If someone's touching it...

- Touching it? - If someone was in there...

Okay, but who?

One of the soldiers.

He must've climbed on when we were taking off.

No, that's impossible.

Shit.

I'm reading it.

Are you sure it's her?

Yes.

What's going on?

Gabrielle found Ines on Instagram.

- What'd she say? - That she doesn't blame us.

Why would she blame us? We didn't even know.

See? This woman's blood is on your hands.

We can't solve the problems of the past.

But there's one still facing us.

What's going on?

One of the soldiers climbed onto the landing gear during take-off.

He's trying to get into the cargo hold.

- Can he do that? - No.

- No, there's no access. - For now.

- How do you know there's only one? - I don't.

But it's a tight squeeze for one man.

If he messes with the hydraulics, the wheels won't lower to land.

- We have to stop him. - That's the plan.

But are we still going to Hawaii?

Yes.

We're going to fly higher.

The temperature will drop. There'll be no oxygen.

He'll pass out. We'll head south.

Won't we pass out?

No...

The cabin is pressurised, the wheel isn't.

Was it so hard to explain?

You condescending arsehole!

Oh, you speak Italian?

My dad's a real Italian, unlike you.

A real Italian corpse now.

Fuck off, you bastard!

Go to your seat and fasten your seatbelt.

We'll fix this then continue our route.

That's what I mean. We should decide this together.

You want the soldier to destroy the plane?

I'm saying there are other capable people and he should start to realise that.

Anyone think we should let the soldier destroy our plane?

No? Perfect!

Democracy!

Now, sit down and fasten your seatbelt.

Three, four thousand.

He must be leaning on the air con line.

- Hence the overheating. - 3-4-0.

If he destroys the hydraulic reservoir, we'd lose at least two important systems.

- 3-5. What's our surface ceiling? - It's listed as 3-9-1.

Probably tested to 50,000 feet.

It's 40 below zero out there. Who could survive that?

I read an article

about a stowaway who survived a nine-hour flight to Boston.

He passed out due to low oxygen,

but the cold slowed his body, like in surgery.

When the landing gear dropped, he fell into the bay and swam to shore.

Shit.

So, the same could happen when we land in Hawaii?

Yeah.

Unless...

But if you drop the landing gear now, he freezes and falls into the ocean.

You're a fast learner.

Just a bunch of white men whining that they can't control things for once.

Change and stress can make people feel powerless.

Are you a Buddhist?

I see it a lot in my work.

- Which is what? - Lots of things.

- That's a bit shady. - I don't want to bore you.

I'm in real estate.

- Mmm-hmm. - A few restaurants, some shipping.

That really is lots of things.

Gross.

It was the same at NATO, exactly the same.

The Turks acted like they owned the place,

instead of being grateful they were invited.

- Unbelievable. - I won't argue with that.

- Sorry, signorina. - I need some water.

Oh, yeah? Just get the captain to agree that this is a democracy.

Sure, soldier boy.

Are you for real?

Who do you think you are?

We'll bring some water...

Shut the hell up, you backwoods freak.

What are you two up to? You talk about democracy...

- Oh, my God. - We're sick of you!

- The window... - What?

- The window! - What?

Put your masks on. And remain seated.

No... I can't breathe. Hold on.

Okay!

Stabilisation at 1-0-0.

Target set at 10,000.

Expedited.

Horst!

Grab me if I come flying back.

- When we get below FL 3-1-0... - Okay.

- ...deploy the air brakes. - Copy.

You think it's the soldier?

I don't think so.

Breathe. Damn!

Where is your tube? It's okay. Breathe.

- Is she breathing? - Yes.

But she's still swelling.

Hey, wake up. Wake up.

What's the matter?

His tubing flew out.

He can't catch his breath. We don't have another.

Aren't we flying lower?

Yes, but we aren't pressurised. It's like being on top of a mountain.

Nose in, in, in. Once again.

The window was fine?

Your friend was supposed to keep an eye on it,

but you were both over here like idiots.

Thank God I moved, or I'd be at the gates of heaven!

Yeah, doesn't change the fact that you told us, all of us, it was safe.

I said that before the soldier.

Before we flew so high.

Give me the tape.

In these masks, there's ten minutes of oxygen at most.

That's not what I have in mind.

Calm down.

How did you get a knife past security?

I got it from my bag in Scotland.

Cut some pieces.

Breathe. Good boy.

Don't make any sudden movements.

Come on. Come on.

This isn't Hawaii.

- Did we lose the soldier? - I hope so.

- But Hawaii's no longer an option. - What?

We'll never make it before sunrise at this altitude.

If we fly faster?

We'll go to Hawaii on our next trip around.

Our next trip around what, the planet?

Where are we going?

As soon as I know, I'll tell you.

As soon as you know? Really?

Why can't we fly faster and higher?

How do you suggest we pressurise a plane with a broken window?

We could seal it with the sarcasm you and your boss keep spewing.

- No, no, no, Terenzio isn't my boss. - Right.

That's it.

Now breathe.

Is it working?

- Yes. - Yes!

Come on, honey.

Mathieu!

Mathieu!

Now what's going on?

Hydraulic system.

Hydraulics...

Isn't that what Jakub was worried about?

The guy's using the heat to stay alive, isn't he?

This should be around 300 bars, but it's double that.

The landing gear will think it's empty and won't deploy.

What if we deploy it now?

Because of the window, we're flying too low and too slow.

The plane can't handle any more traction.

So, what do we do?

Someone will have to cut into the wheel well...

and get him out.

No, the blowtorch stays with us until things change.

So to get a little power, you'll put all of the passengers at risk?

If it's just "a little power," you'll have no problem agreeing.

You're a stubborn son of a bitch.

Thanks, sweetie.

There's no time to argue.

- No one cares what you think! - Fine, all right.

Okay. From now on, all decisions will be put to a vote.

Good.

Ask them if we should find this guy and get rid of him.

Now.

Who thinks we should get the soldier out of the wheel well,

and save our skins at the same time?

There. See, it wasn't so hard.

Yeah. So, the torch and your gun.

Nobody touches my gun.

It's just to be sure.

I give you my word. I promise we'll give it back to you.

Yeah, your word.

- Okay, who's going down there? - I am.

I'll use the blowtorch and Ayaz will assist.

A Pole and a Turk...

Not a military victory between them.

Yeah, all hail the mighty Italian empire.

If you want my gun, I'm coming, too. Full stop.

Okay, take it.

- Thanks. - You need backup?

There's no room.

Stay, keep watch up here. Hmm?

Be careful.

Don't look now, but did you see that knife Ayaz has?

He said he got it from his bag.

I need to talk to Mathieu.

He's still here.

Later.

The Italian is a problem.

You're just saying that because he shot you.

Seriously.

We may need to think about how to get rid of him.

Where are we going?

What about Attu Island in the Aleutians?

Alaska. It's about 1,600 miles.

Any nearby airports in case of an Iceland situation?

I can find one, but Attu was closed in 2010.

It's only used for emergencies.

You're gonna take my job.

Let's enter the coordinates.

Don't we have to vote?

I heard the deal you made.

Attu's closest, a good spot, and we need to fix that window.

- Right? - Yeah.

There's nothing to discuss.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

Thanks.

How are you feeling?

Better.

I mean, besides the world ending.

- Heard from Gabrielle? - No.

Nothing for a few hours.

- The message she sent... - Isn't our problem.

Did you write back?

- I didn't know what to say. - Who would?

I ghosted a dead woman.

It's pathetic.

Don't say that.

Look at how you handled the Italian. You're strong.

I keep telling myself that I'm at a party and I'm having a bad trip

and I'm going to wake up soon.

Maybe. But if so, you really took the wrong thing.

Why didn't we burn a hole in the cabin?

Because there's a mile of cable there allowing Mathieu to fly the plane.

Flashlight.

Thank you.

You want some?

Is it cystic fibrosis?

At first, they thought lupus.

Then they blamed my smoking.

So, I quit smoking at home.

It didn't help.

- Go ahead. - No, no. I insist.

Go ahead.

The chest?

Did they do genetic testing?

You mean, am I the gene carrier?

No, no.

His father.

The only thing he's ever given Dominik.

They're trying a new gene therapy in Moscow.

That's where we were going when the world fell apart.

What treatment is he on at home?

- His medicines? What isn't he taking? - Mmm-hmm.

Dornase alfa, hypertonic saline, mannitol,

steroids most of the time.

And we don't have much left.

Breathe. Breathe. Good boy.

That's the edge.

Start cutting.

- What exactly is the plan? - He's gonna cut just one part...

And you'll try not to get shot.

- Not good? - Tastes like paper.

Yes?

How's your hand?

It hurts so much I can't even feel it.

You should clean it with some peroxide.

I can help.

And it would help that little boy, Dominik, if we flew lower.

Lower is slower.

We have to save our fuel.

Attu's closer, couldn't we drop a thousand feet?

What if there's no fuel there? What then?

He's just a kid.

Who's lucky to have you supporting him, but I'm responsible for everyone.

Sylvie, can I talk to Mathieu for a moment?

I'll get some water.

Imagine if this was your kid.

I don't have kids.

My wife was older. We waited too long.

The other stewardess was pregnant.

Who?

The one we left when all this started.

The one you were sleeping with.

Gabrielle sent Ines a message specifically about you.

What did it say?

That you aren't an honourable man.

But I know that you are, Mathieu.

I can tell.

A man isn't defined by his mistakes.

Tell his mother I'm going to reduce our altitude.

But we can't go too low.

I wonder how long this will take.

Terenzio will take care of it.

You believe in him, huh?

You don't become a major by making mistakes.

He's brave, honourable.

- Were you ever in the army? - No, I wasn't.

Unfortunately, I'm anaemic. Cut me and I bleed like a pig.

If Terenzio was so honourable,

why didn't he tell more people about the sun?

He probably didn't have time.

Go on.

One, two, three!

Do you see anything?

Nothing. Pitch black.

Shine the light over here.

Shoot! Shoot!

He's biting my fingers!

What do we tell the others?

- That Ayaz got him. - No.

We all got him.

Tell them it's not true.

I did what I had to.

No, not that. I'm talking about the diamonds.

The diamonds?

Someone just told me that, back in Canada, you cut open that young Arab's stomach

- to retrieve some diamonds. - Who said that?

- It's not important who... - I did.

I saw the blood on the blanket as you sent me away.

Murderer.

Defend yourself.

Down there, I saved your lives.

And up here,

I become the dirty Turk who has to defend himself?

I didn't say that.

You didn't have to say it.

We're going to take care of this, once and for all.

You're just racist.

- You gonna vouch for him? - Obviously.

- He's... - Stop!

I appreciate it, but...

In 1922, Sultan Mehmed VI fled Istanbul,

bringing an end to the Ottoman Empire.

Before he left,

he took these stones with him.

Emeralds,

not diamonds.

My God.

The stones were stolen when the Sultan was in Italy.

They only reappeared last year, in an Antwerp museum.

You cut that boy's stomach open?

Once he was dead, of course.

How do you know all this?

I paid him to smuggle the stones in his stomach.

He knew he'd be meeting someone in Moscow. He didn't know it was me.

- So, you killed him? - No.

He killed himself.

He didn't follow the correct packing procedure.

"The correct packing procedure"?

Why?

Why would you do that?

I told you I worked in shipping.

No, why did you confess?

Why admit to all this?

Because it's the truth.

I always tell the truth.

The truth is it was a crime.

Okay. Everyone's exhausted.

- Let's just take a minute to breathe. - No way, forget that.

We threw the Englishmen out for their past crimes,

but this criminal here gutted another passenger.

- So, I say we take a vote. - On what?

Uh...

On detaining this terrorist...

until we can determine the appropriate punishment.

I have handcuffs.

They're for work. I work in security.

Democracy, right?

Yes, democracy.

There you have it. Show of hands, everybody.

Comfortable?

You will regret this, my friend.