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- [Pilot] Mayday, mayday,
mayday, Speedbird 2256,

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request fire services.

- [Controller]
Speedbird 2256 heavy,

fire services are on the way.

- [Pilot] SoCal departure
Dublin 2118 for 3700.

I'm declaring an emergency.

Making a left downwind for a 27.

- [Pilot] Roger, Dasna 72 heavy.

We're gonna have to
come back in and land.

- [Controller] Are you
declaring an emergency?

- [Pilot] Dasna 72 heavy, we
are declaring an emergency.

[dramatic fanfare]

- [Announcer] The US Federal
Aviation Administration

estimates that between
May 1973 and April 1993,

166 accidents were
due to bogus parts.

- [Controller]
Speedbird 76 heavy,

we are evacuating on the runway.

We have a fire, I repeat,
we are evacuating.

- [Pilot] Speedbird
76 heavy, roger.

- [Pilot] It's American team,

we'd like to declare
an emergency.

We got an engine problem here.

Compressor stall on
the right engine.

- [Controller]
Starship 17, roger.

You can turn left to Canarsie,

you can climb and maintain
2,000, if need be.

- [Pilot] Left turn to
Canarsie, up to 2,000, American.

[dramatic music]

[engines whooshing loudly]

[upbeat rock music]

♪ What ya gonna do about it

♪ What ya gonna do about it

♪ Follow your destiny 'cause we

♪ We are the ones

♪ We are the innocents
to a smoking gun

♪ This is our world

♪ What ya gonna do about it, oh

♪ What ya gonna do about it

- Peter, what the hell was that?

- That wasn't fast.

- You're joking, right?

- Look, I was in total
control of that machine.

I wasn't taking any risks.

- [Man] 49, 49.50, 5.

- Thank you.

- Thanks a million,
I'll look after it.

- Do.

- [Man] Thank you.

[peaceful music]

- I'm gonna propose to
Lisa when we free fall.

- Wow, this is very awesome.

- I want you to film me when
I give her the ring, okay?

[peaceful music]

- Peter, come on, Peter.

[dramatic music]

Peter!

Peter, can you hear me?

You're okay.

[Peter laughs quietly]

You bastard.

- I was just having
a bit of fun.

- Why did you do that, you shit?

- Lisa, wait, I can explain.

- You're okay?

- The ring got
caught in something.

Look, I'm gonna
try again tomorrow.

Don't say a word, okay?

- Okay.

- Okay, it wasn't
funny, I can see that.

- Nobody thought it was funny.

- Look, I just got a
little bit distracted.

It won't happen again.

[Terri scoffs]

Sorry, how is this
any of your business?

- Terri, I need a
word with Peter, okay?

This isn't working
out for me, Peter.

- [Peter] What isn't?

- I'm not gonna stay and watch
you kill yourself, I can't.

- I wasn't trying
to kill myself.

I had loads of time.

- I'm gonna stay
at Terri's tonight.

I'll collect my stuff later.

- We do this stuff all
the time, you know that.

- I know, Peter, but.

- So what's the problem?

- Because I need someone
I can rely on, okay?

Someone I can trust.

That's not you, I'm sorry.

- Hey, I can change, just
give me one more chance.

I sold the bike, didn't I?

Lisa, I'm begging you.

Please, Terri.

- No.

- Look, I just want
to speak to her.

- [Terri] Go home, Peter,
you're embarrassing yourself.

[plane engine whooshing]

- [Jason] Hey, Peter.

- Hey.

- I have a late delivery
of parts coming in tonight.

Bit of extra cash, if
you could help me out.

- Thanks, but I'll skip that,
if that's okay with you.

Anyway, thought you were
finished with all that?

- I am, this, this
is the last shipment.

I swear.

- I can't, Jas, I'm sorry.

- Peter, hang on, hang on.

Look, my neck is
on the line here.

- I don't like it, Jason.

You said you'd
never ask me again.

- This is the very last time.

I, I swear, I promise.

Just for me.

[plane engine whooshing]

[gentle upbeat music]

- [Jason] How's it going, chief?

- Slowly.

A lot of numbers on the
parts aren't matching up.

- Ah, yeah, Chinese
aren't great in paperwork,

but the parts they
use are just as good.

- Hang on, you said they
were from the same factory,

just without the
proper paperwork.

- Same thing.

- Bullshit, it's not the
same thing, and you know it.

How long have I been
handling this shit?

- Alright, alright, don't
get your knickers in a twist.

The parts you are
handling are fine.

Okay, okay.

I should have told you.

- I'll finish this tonight,
but if I ever get a hint

that this is still going on,
I'll put a stop to it myself.

I mean it, Jason.

- I hear ya.

Look, when you're done,

call up to my office and
I'll, er, sort you out.

[airline attendant
speaking faintly]

[peaceful music soars]

- [Pilot] Flight 177,

runway ready for departure.

- [Controller] Cleared
for takeoff, runway 28.

Southwest wind 270
degrees, 15 knots.

- [Pilot] Ready for
departure, cabin.

Takeoff on runway 28,
right turn, flight 177.

Stabilized.

- Hey, finished.

- You've no idea the
pressure I'm under

to keep this place going.

20, 40, 60, 80.

- [Pilot] 80 knots, check.

[metal clangs]
[wind hisses]

[passengers murmur]
[metal rattles]

[glass cracks]
[alarm beeps]

[dramatic music]

[pilots murmuring]

- [Controller] 177, you have
a fire in your port engine.

[sirens wail]
[dramatic music]

- Sorry, Captain.

[plane engines whooshing]

[sirens wailing]

- [Computer] 50, 20.

[dramatic music]

- [Jason] I can see it.

- Medic!

- [Jason] Er, Mr. Stone, please?

- Medic now, hurry.

- Tell him it's Jason
Green calling from Dublin.

It's very urgent.

- If you don't close
the deal right now,

I can't hold the
banks back any longer.

Offer them better terms.

- Hold your nerve.

Relax, will ya.

- I'm very pleased to say

our bankers are supporting
the takeover, Mr. Napier.

They have confirmed

the funds have been
made available to us.

- That's delightful.

I'll have our lawyers
draw up the contracts.

- However, some of your
company's certification renewal

will fall due shortly.

We would wish that all of
the AOC will be in place.

We understand and appreciate

that this will take
some time to arrange,

so I'm sure you will
appreciate when I say to you,

we won't be signing
any contracts

until the process is concluded.

- Your auditors have
been working in the
company for weeks.

I understood that
you were satisfied.

- Mr. Masoud, forgive me.

Are we renegotiating
the deal here?

- [Stone] Excuse me.

- Mr. Masoud, I have an urgent
matter I need to attend to.

Will you please excuse me?

- Howdy, pilgrim.

What's the story?

- Air Accident Investigation
are gonna be here in an hour.

Stone wants that set of files
taken away to the store.

- All of it?

- Just make sure nothing
is left behind, okay?

- I ain't paid to
lug no boxes, man.

- Well, you can tell that to
Mr. Stone when he arrives here.

- Stone's coming here?

- [Jason] Yes.

- Oh, man, the proverbial
shit is hitting the fan.

- So, um, are you
gonna help me or not?

- Will you relax?

I'll pull the car 'round.

I'm not doing it on
me own, now, huh?

- Oh, okay.

- Green is dealing with
the records as we speak.

- What about the police?

- No, just the air accident
people for the moment.

- I need this kept quiet 'til
the Arabs wire the money.

Everything I own is
tied up in this deal.

If this stalls now.

- Even if we manage
to hide the records,

they'll find the parts, and
that'll close down the plant.

- When the deal is done,

I don't give a shit what
happens to the place.

But until then, I need
this kept under wraps.

- [Stone] I have a guy
over there, Ed something,

he might be useful.

- [William] And the manager, uh.

- [Stone] Green.

- [William] Yeah,
is he reliable?

- [Stone] Nobody's reliable

when shit like
this starts to fly.

- [William] Okay, I
have some influence

with the authorities over there.

Arrange for the jet to
be ready in one hour.

- Would you take it easy
with the fucking Jeep?

- So you're telling me
that all of your records

are in a storage
facility off-site

that you can't gain access
to until Monday morning.

It's a little convenient,
wouldn't you say?

And that includes
records for the work

which was carried out
here just this evening.

- Well, we've had some
problems with our records

suffering from water damage.

- Are you aware of your
legal responsibility

to have all of your files
for the past two years

available here at the facility

for inspection at
any given time?

- Yes.

[knocking on door]

- I found this in the stores.

- Good, thanks.

[dramatic music]

- How many people
are employed there?

- Oh, about 800 or so.

The lead investigator's a woman.

We don't know much
about her yet.

- What about the parts?

- Without the paperwork,
it won't be an issue.

- You know what this is?

It's a Dalmore, a 40-year-old
single Highland malt.

- Do you drink it
because you like it

or because it's expensive?

[laughs]

- I need to see the preliminary
report before we land.

- You'll have it.

[ominous music]

- Peter Nash?

- Yeah.

- Melissa Flynn, Irish
Aviation Authority.

Can I ask you a few questions?

- What's this about?

- This way, please.

Your initials, PN,
yeah, Peter Nash?

We found some discrepancies
in the maintenance log,

serial numbers that
aren't matching up

to parts fitted in the engines.

This is your job,
parts management?

- Yeah.

- Well, there are
other discrepancies.

Here, PN, and here, and
most of the next page, too.

- It's hard to read
those dockets sometimes.

- Signing the log means
that you were responsible

for having checked
each of the parts,

even those with dockets
that are difficult to read.

Okay, let's move on.

Parts fitted by you to an
engine just two days ago.

The serial numbers on
the damaged aircraft

don't match up, either.

- I didn't sign for those.

Storage delivered them,
I just fitted them.

- Without checking?

And what about other aircraft?

Are you just fitting parts
without checking them?

- Everyone has to sign
out every part they use.

Look, it's not just my
signature in that logbook.

- What's going on here, Peter?

Is this common practice?

- You're not pinning this on me.

I didn't do anything wrong.

I'm not saying anything else
'til I speak to a lawyer first.

Am I under arrest?

- [Melissa] No, but I have
more questions for you.

[somber music]

[moves into dramatic music]

- Mr. Napier, we're
just about to land.

- Oh.

[somber music]

Ms. Flynn, William Napier.

Are you heading
the investigation?

- Yes, have you been briefed?

- The passenger that died,
did she have any family?

- Two kids.

- Terrible tragedy, we'd like
to help in any way we can,

which is not an admission
of liability, obviously.

- Of course, I'll get you
in touch with her solicitor.

- Is there anything else I
can help you with, Ms. Flynn?

- Well, yes, there is, actually.

- Welcome to us, Mr. Napier.

- Thank you.

- Your maintenance
manager, Jason Green,

hasn't been able to provide
any of the required paperwork.

- Mr. Napier!
[reporters shouting]

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- [Melissa] When can I
expect to get the files?

- I assure you,

you'll have our full
cooperation in all matters.

[suspenseful music]

- One of the logbooks was
found by the investigators.

- Jesus Christ.

No wonder that
bitch looks so smug.

How in the hell
did they find it?

- I'll find out.

- I pay you a lot of money

to make sure that sort
of thing doesn't happen.

- It shouldn't have
happened, I know.

But for the moment, all they
have are a set of numbers.

They don't have
the parts to match.

They'll find it very difficult
to make a connection.

- And you think that's nothing?

- Relax, I'll handle it.

- Hold on, hold on.
- Mr. Napier, Mr. Napier!

- Yes, we have to talk.
[reporters shouting]

- And why have you come

to Ireland?
- The camera, please.

- Does this mean that your
company accepts responsibility

for the flight accident?
- Mr. Napier, please.

- Napier Maintenance
values the lives and safety

of all our customers,

and we're here to cooperate
fully with the investigation

so it can be concluded
as soon as possible.

The company will issue a
full statement in due course.

Thank you.
- Yes, but that

leaves questions, too.
- What are you hiding,

Mr. Napier?
- Mr. Napier, please.

- [Melissa] Mr. Napier,
please, we have to talk.

- I understand the
urgency, Ms. Flynn,

but I'd appreciate it
if you could give me

a few hours to recover.

It's been a very difficult
time for everyone involved.

Thank you.

- [Reporter] Mr. Napier, one
second, Mr. Napier, please.

- When is the part coming out?

- Tonight.

[phone chirps]

- Yeah, it's from Green.

- [Melissa] Why have
all the oil pumps

been removed from the stockroom?

I'm going to have
to bring all of this

to the attention
of the regulator.

- God damn it.

- Green did all the purchasing.

His guys did all the fitting.

None of the paperwork
leads directly back to you.

So if all this does come out
after the deal goes through,

the buck stops with Green.

- And if she links the parts
before the deal is concluded?

- I won't let that happen.

- Okay, you sort the
parts, I'll deal with her.

- Right.

[suspenseful music]

[phone chimes]

- Leave it, darling.

Ah, Mr. Napier.

- Hello, Charlie,
we need to talk.

- What can I do for you?

- I knew it.

Look, I told you
there'd be trouble.

It's my name all over
the logbook entries.

- This will all
blow over in a week.

- Bullshit, are you
listening to yourself, Jas?

A woman died.

When's your name gonna
come up in all this?

- My name's all over this, too!

Who do you think
orders the parts?

They're shipping the engine
away for analysis tomorrow.

- So?

- They think it was
a failed oil pump.

You fitted it.

- So I'm being
stitched up for this?

- No, I removed all the
oil pumps from stock,

all except one.

See, the pump in the
damaged engine, if you,

if you remove that part,

the, the the whole
problem disappears.

- No, not a chance.
- Listen, listen,

listen to me, listen.
- I don't care what

you're gonna say.

- Tomorrow, that part's
being shipped to Mackles.

It'll take them 30 seconds
flat to see where the fault is.

They'll examine the part,
check it against the paperwork,

then we're all screwed.

If you take out the part,
then there's no evidence.

Just a theft, petty larceny.

Now I can take care of the CCTV.

I have a set of
keys to the store.

They won't have a
clue who's involved.

- Please, ask someone else.

- Who, Peter?

Who else can take out a part

and won't ask awkward questions?

You're right, I should
never have come here.

Let's just skip it,
take our chances.

- You know what, Jason?

You are some bastard.

- I know Sam is dying to
get his hands on that.

Give it to him, get in
there, get the part,

bring it to my house tonight,
and we'll destroy it.

This will all be over
soon, I promise you.

- Yeah, you know what
your promises are worth.

- [Jason] I'm sorry to
drag you into this, Peter.

- I'm sure you are.

- Peter's bringing the
part to my house tonight,

and, Mr. Napier, I don't
think there should be

any further orders
for uncertified parts.

- We're not the bad guys here.

The authorities demand all
this unnecessary paperwork

and for what, to
make flying safer?

Gimme a break.

It keeps bureaucrats in
comfortable, well-paid jobs.

Do you know how many of
these parts we've fitted?

Not one single issue
'til now, not one.

- Well, we've been lucky,

but switching out the part
will only delay the inevitable.

- You're right, it
may not be enough.

We may need to offer
a little sacrifice.

[laughs] Not you.

The engineer who was
careless with the logbook.

- So you're happy to
throw Peter under a bus

to save your skin?

What if he's not enough,
and then it's me?

Well, that's not gonna happen.

I can protect myself.

I have copies of
everything, every file,

recordings of
every conversation.

If anything happens to me,
it'll all go to the police.

- Look, I understand
that this thing

has made us all nervous.

If anyone is gonna
fall on his sword,

it's gonna be me, okay?

Okay?
- Okay.

- We know you have expenses.

I hope this will help.

- I'll let you know
when I have the part.

- [William] Drive safely.

- If anyone should
fall on his sword,

it should be that guy.

- Piece of shit.

- You know, if this evidence
links you to the parts,

the buck won't stop with Green.

- Green will never
release the files.

- Are you willing
to take that risk?

Hmm?

- Hey, Sam.

- Yeah.

- I just wanna get my tool
bag, the card's not working.

- The card's been locked
out of the system.

Nothing to do with me, buddy.

- Come on, Sam, let me in.

I need me tools.

I'm working on a bike,
and it's needed tomorrow.

It's on my bench,
it'll take two minutes.

- Goodbye, Peter, go home.

[door buzzes]

- Good man.

[Peter knocks on door]
- Come in.

Hand it over.

- No problem, enjoy.

Oh, the hangar, you can
see everything from here.

- Yeah.

- What about sound?

- Sound too, all recorded.

- What about the
interview this morning?

I'm not gonna end
up on YouTube, am I?

- No.

- Okay, right, I'll grab my bag.

I'll only be a few minutes.

[suspenseful music]

[wrench clicking]

- [Sam] Peter.

Peter, are you up there?

Peter, where are you?

[Sam rattles door]

[suspenseful music]

[footsteps thump]

[suspenseful music]

- Hey, Sam.

- Don't you hey Sam
me, where were you?

- I was just getting this.

- I checked your bench.

I've been calling you for ages,

and I couldn't find
you on the CCTV.

- You got cameras
in the bathroom?

- Really?

- Dicky tummy.

- Open the bag, Peter.

- What's the problem,
Sam, what's going on?

- Don't, Peter.

[bag thuds]
[Sam groans]

[suspenseful music]

- I'm sorry, Sam.
[Sam gasping]

- What the hell are you doing?

- What the hell do
you think I'm doing?

- You're nothing but a gobshite.

[fist thuds]
[dishes clatter]

- Yeah, come on, go ahead.

Show me your best.

[fists thud]
[men groan]

Where's the files?

[head thuds]
[Ed groans]

[foot thuds]
[Jason groans]

[fist thuds]

[fist thuds]
[head cracks]

Just don't...

Jas?

Jas?

Oh [sighs], recovery.

Jas, it was only messing, right?

Alright, oh [sighs].

Er, Mr. Stone?

We've got a little problem.

- I called you
because I was hoping

that you might have told
him to take the part.

- At this time of night?

And why would I do that?

- I was just hoping.

Look, I know I shouldn't
have let him in.

- Oh, really, and have
you called the police?

Well?

- Yeah, sorry.

- Jason?

You left the keys
in the bike, man.

Jas?

Oh, no [moans], oh, no,
Jason [sobbing quietly].

- [Officer] Police!

- I didn't hurt him.

- Look, I just want
to talk to you.

Just tell me what happened.

- I don't know what happened.

- Just calm down.

[dramatic music]

- How could he kill the only guy

who can tell us
where the files are?

- Look, this may have
worked out to our advantage.

The police now believe that
the engineer killed Jason,

and the accident investigation
will focus on him,

and we now know that the
files are not at Green's.

- Well, if they're not at his
house, where could they be?

- Well, have you
considered the possibility

that they don't exist?

- No, I've spent my life
learning how to read people,

and Jason was
holding a full house.

- And the engineer, Peter Nash.

I'll get Ed to track him
down and keep an eye on him.

So long as he's on the run,
the part won't be an issue.

[knocking on door]

[doorbell ringing]

- [Terri] Who is it?

- Terri, it's me.

- [Terri] Peter, what
the hell do you want?

Do you know what time it is?

- Let him in.

What's going on?

- You shouldn't have run.

They're gonna catch you, Peter.

You have to turn yourself in.

- They think I killed Jason.

- Look, if you just
explain that you ran

because you got a fright, so
long as you give yourself up,

they'll understand that.

- Even if the police believe
that I had nothing to do

with killing Jason, they're
still gonna send me to jail

for stealing the part.

- I thought you said you
were fitting the parts.

Now you're saying you
were stealing them?

- Jason got me to steal one
of the faulty engine parts,

just to try and
cover up the scam.

- Oh, Peter.

- I am so, so sorry.

I didn't know that
the parts were faulty,

and by the time I
realized, it was too late.

I just need, just some time
to try and clear my name.

Please, Terri?

I just need somewhere
safe to hide,

just, just for a few
days, and I promise you,

I will turn myself in.

[suspenseful music]

- Mr. Napier, you promised
us your full cooperation,

but we've been asking Mr. Green
for the papers for two days.

In fact, he hasn't even shown
up for work this morning.

I'm going to recommend
to the regulator

that he revoke your
company's license

and ground all of the aircraft
that have been serviced here.

- Have you lost your mind?

This is only one
aircraft, one accident.

You've no proof.

This is all circumstantial.

What, you're going to
destroy this business

on a, on a hunch?

Hundreds of jobs will be lost.

- My job is to
ensure public safety,

and I intend to do it.

- I accept that public
safety is a priority,

but grounding every
plane is unprecedented.

- You've left me with no choice.

Your company has been
wholly uncooperative.

- When it turns out
that you were wrong,

you will pay for
this, personally.

You're going too far.

- We've got work to do.

Get back to it.

- Hey.

Terri has to go to work.

So what are you gonna do now?

- I need to go back to
my place, get some cash,

fresh clothes and things.

- Well, you can't
go out like that.

Come on, follow me,
I've got some stuff.

Here, this should fit.

- Thanks.

- Yeah, we should be okay.

- We?

- Yeah, we.

Thought you could
do with some help.

Well, nobody's looking for me,

so maybe I could be a lookout.

- I don't want you
involved in this.

- Should've thought of
that before you came here,

then, shouldn't you?

- Hello, Flynn.

Sit down.

I've received an
official complaint.

- Give me one guess.

- I just can't believe you
accused William Napier of fraud.

What the hell were you thinking?

- I'm sorry, I may have
overstepped the mark.

- May have.

- He has a case to answer.

This is not a straightforward
situation, Mr. Evans.

Let me show you something.

[somber music]

[moves into suspenseful music]

- Yeah, it's me.

Well, the security firewall
logged the transfer

of a large number of files.

I think we're looking

for some kind of memory
device, a security key.

Well, something that small
would be so easy to hide.

It would be almost
impossible to find.

Yes, sir, I have Nash's
file in front of me.

I have his home address,
although I doubt he'll go there.

I'll have Ed wait outside.

He can't get into too
much trouble there.

- Hmm, well, the paperwork
is poor, that's clear.

No physical evidence,
no uncertified parts.

William Napier will
succeed with his complaint,

and it does look that you're
on some kind of witch hunt.

- I can't believe
that you're prepared

to overlook all of this.

What about the missing part?

- Exactly, where is the part?

Where, tell me?

All we have is this.

Now, Flynn, I want you
to do your job properly.

I want you to find evidence
of the engine failure,

proof of wrongdoing,

before you dare to threaten
anyone with closure.

And that means keep
away from Napier.

- There's a police
car outside the house.

- Are you sure?

- Pretty sure.

- Is there another way in?

- Yeah, around the back, but
they're still gonna see me.

- Right.

Stay here.

[dramatic music]

- [Peter] What did
you say to him?

- Missing dog.

- Mr. Stone, you'll never guess

who I'm looking at right now.

Yeah, sure I'm sure.

No, he's with some girl.

Maybe, but I doubt it.

Roger that.

[dramatic music]

- I'm trying to
impress on your, sir,

that things are not
going too well here.

They've started
to reexamine files

that have already been
passed by the auditors.

- You keep the process
moving as quick as you can.

I'll be back in a day or two.

- Yes, sir, I'll do my best.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- I still can't
believe Jason's dead.

- I can't believe any
of this is happening.

- It could only happen to you.

- Ha, at least I'm never boring.

You know I didn't want
any of this to happen.

- Obviously.

- No, not all this,
I mean, I mean us.

- Look, how are we gonna
get you out of this?

- I don't know.

- We could bring
the part to John.

He's an expert at
this kind of thing.

- I'm really not sure
about involving John.

- Well, come on, what
else can we do right now?

Come on.

[dramatic music]

[camera shutter clicking]

- Looks like there's something
wrong with the metal,

maybe the casting.

I'd have to get it tested first.

- Would you?

Test it?

- It's a specialized
job, testing equipment.

Expensive stuff.

- Come on, John, please.

- I need to know
it's faulty part

or if I made a
mistake fitting it.

- You never said you fitted it.

- [John] Looks like
part failure to me.

Don't tell me there's more
of these in any aircraft.

- I didn't know
they were faulty.

- They'll all fail
sooner or later.

- Leave the part with John.

He can get it tested.

- It's up to me
to deal with this.

You are not qualified.

- Sorry about that, John.

- And now he's bound to
go to the authorities.

I told you it was a stupid
idea from the start.

- You agreed to bring it to him.

- Oh, because John knows all
about these type of things.

- What are you, a child?

Grow up, Peter.

- What's going on?

- John said there could be
faulty parts in other planes,

and he forgot to tell
us that he was the one

who fitted the part that
blew up and killed someone.

- You know, you are just
a bastard and a coward.

- Okay, one question.

Were you paid extra
to fit those parts?

[laughs] See, Terri,
he's all lies.

- Just get out, leave now.

I'm calling the police and
I'm telling them everything.

- Okay, don't.

Give him a chance
to hand himself in.

- Okay, you can stay tonight.

Then, in the morning,
hand yourself in.

If you don't, I'm
doing the job for you.

[dramatic music]

- I called Flynn last night.

I've arranged to
give her the part.

- Look, I never meant to
say it was your fault.

- Come on, I'll
drop you to work.

- No, I'll go with you.

- This is the part
that caused the crash.

I need to make sure it
doesn't happen again.

It's my mess and I'll fix it.

[dramatic music]

[phone rings]

- Peter, Melissa Flynn.

- [Peter] I really
can't talk now.

- [Melissa] Well, I've
been waiting 20 minutes.

- Look, I'm really sorry.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

- What are you doing here?

- The gate was open, I
just wanted a picture.

- You are supposed to have
clearance to be in here.

Go on.

- I'm sorry, man,
look, I'll go now.

- Go on, go on.

- Hey, hold that
guy, hold that guy.

[dramatic music]

Toerag was trying to
steal that from us.

That's from our jet,
yeah, good job, good job.

[dramatic music]

- If he had the part, he may
also know where the files are.

- If he has the files,
why hasn't he come to us?

- Maybe he doesn't know
what they're worth.

Who knows?

That investigator, Flynn,
she's pushing for the records.

I may not be able to
hold her off much longer.

- A fire at the storage depot.

I'll make it look like kids.

- Preferably with Flynn
inside the building [laughs].

You know I was kidding
about Flynn, right?

- Yes, sir, very amusing.

- Jeez, that guy.

- I've ordered an inspection
of one of the other aircraft

that he's maintained recently,

so I'll just need your
signature for that.

- [Charles] Is that it?

- You heard Jason Green,
the maintenance manager

for the company, he was killed.

- Oh, I understood that
was a botched robbery.

- That's what the police think,

but guess who
they're looking for?

Peter Nash.

This Peter Nash, PN, the
guy who stole the part.

- So why do you think
Napier was involved?

Sounds like you have your man.

- I don't believe two
low-level employees

would have cooked up this
scheme for themselves.

It's too convenient.

Replacing certified parts
with non-spec parts?

That's worth
hundreds of millions.

For that kind of money, you
can buy engineers, police,

maybe even someone
in this building.

- Be careful what
you say, Flynn.

You don't have so many
friends in this place

that you can afford to
make an enemy of me.

[ominous music]

- Yes, give me the number
for the Irish Times, please.

- The plane was
registered to Napier.

Look, that's his
head of security.

- I don't understand why
Napier's head of security

would be following you.

- He owns the Jeep that
I saw following Jason.

- Peter, we have to
go to the police.

- I told you, I can't.

- But I can.

Look, I'll tell
them about the jeep

and the parts and everything.

- Yeah, and that leads
'em right back to me.

- Look, let them figure
out who killed Jason.

You're gonna have to answer
for what you did eventually.

You stole some parts.

You didn't murder anyone, okay?

Remember when you said

you'd teach me how
to ride a motorbike?

- [laughs] Yeah.

Seriously, you
want to do it now?

- Might be fun.

- Okay, let's do it.

This one's the brake.

Most important, that's
the brake, okay?

Okay, let's go.

- [Lisa] Okay.

[upbeat music]

[Lisa laughs]

- [Peter] You're
doing really well.

- [Lisa] I think
I've got it now.

Peter, I've got it!

- [Peter] Give it
a load, come on.

- [Lisa] Whoo!

- [Peter] Don't go in too far.

- [Lisa] Okay, I'll stay out
of the water with your bike.

- [Peter] Slow down, the
brakes, hit the brakes.

- [Lisa] Oh, shit!

[bike splashes]
[Lisa screams]

[Lisa laughs]

- [Peter] Are you okay?

[Lisa laughing]
[peaceful music]

- [laughs] Take that shirt off.

- No, it's fine,
I'll do it myself.

- Come on, you're gonna
be sick, take it off.

- You first.

Let go.

Stop it.

[dramatic music]

- This whole thing
is way out of hand.

Peter Nash called me to meet,

and then never even
turned up, and now this?

- Peter wouldn't do this.

- I drew the short straw, er.

Sergeant Redmond.

Nothing important, I hope?

- Just some files
that could have

saved people's
lives, that's all.

Excuse me, I have a
phone call to make.

[cellphone rings]

- Oh, hello, Flynn.

- Hello, Mr. Evans, sorry to
disturb you so late at night,

but there's been
some developments.

All of Napier's files
have been destroyed.

An arson attack, looks
like vandalism or kids,

but I know that's not it.

- Yes, before you go on,

earlier, I received a phone call

from an old schoolmate of mine.

- Really?

- Over at the Times, and I
would like you to come in

to see me tomorrow
morning in my office.

- But what about the files?

- We'll talk then.

- Bastard.

[plays piano]

[suspenseful music]

- I can't believe
you're being suspended.

There's no way you would leak
information to the press.

Jesus, Melissa.

- More people are gonna
die, I can feel it.

- So they're grounding
the aircraft, then?

- Apparently, that's
not my concern any more.

- [Peter] Cheers.

- What's the plan?

- Well, I'd like to hear
what Mr. Napier has to say

about what's going
on in his company.

- Yeah, so would I.

[Peter scoffs]

Well, you'll need a witness,

and somebody to remind you
when you forget what to ask.

- Come on.

[dramatic music]

- Johnny Cash, hmm.

[suspenseful music]

- Please, take a seat.

- Mr. Napier, did you know

what Jason was doing
with the parts?

- Straight to the
point, I like that.

I do know that the police

are looking for you
for Jason's murder.

What stops me ringing
'em right now?

- 'Cause I didn't murder Jason.

All I did was take the
engine part, I admit that.

- And you're gonna help Peter

because it's the
right thing to do.

- And if I don't?

- Jason promised me

that I wouldn't get
into trouble for this.

I think it's only fair for
you to keep that promise.

- And how much is this
promise gonna cost me?

- It's not gonna
cost you anything.

Look, I didn't kill
Jason, but somebody did,

and they need to be
brought to justice.

Look, and you need to
let the police know

that I took the part under
instruction from the company.

- What, and then you
give me Jason's files?

- Why would I have
Jason's files?

- Let's not play games here.

I need the files and I'm
prepared to pay for them.

- Can you give us
a few days, please?

- Take all the time you need.

- Don't you get it?

He's not gonna clear your name.

He's gonna give up Jason's
killer to the police.

- Yeah, but how
could he do that?

- Well, what was all that stuff
about Jason's files, then?

Have you got his files?

- No, Jason never
gave me anything.

- Napier wants it badly,
it must be important.

- But what files
could Jason have

that Napier would want so badly?

- Bastards robbed us!

- Listen, Lisa, we need to
get out of here quickly.

This is how I found Jason's.

Look, we're in danger here.

- It was just a robbery.

- They didn't even
take the television.

No, whoever did this,
they were after the files

that Napier asked about.

- Well, we don't have them.

- Do you think
they'll believe that?

We need to go, quickly.

Come on, pack.

Come on.

- Thank you.

- Passport?

Just one moment, please.

Could you come to the desk
straight away, please?

Thank you.

[suspenseful music]

- We have to go.

Through there.

Hey, listen, sorry, man,
it's an emergency, okay?

[suspenseful music]

Fool, stupid bloody fool.

- Look, we got
away, we're alright.

- [Terri] Hi, this is Terri.

I can't get to the
phone right now.

Please leave a message
and I'll call you back.

- Terri's still not answering.

- Who the hell told you
to search her apartment?

What was your plan, numb
nuts, another random break-in?

How dumb do you
think the cops are?

You don't make a fuckin'
move without my say-so.

- Yeah, well, the way I see it,

when I find the files Mr.
Napier is looking for,

I won't have to listen
to your shit any longer.

In fact, why don't
you just piss off,

you slimy motherfucker.

- Mister, you have no idea
who you're dealing with.

- Maybe I just
don't give a shit.

- You pull a gun on me, you'd
better be prepared to use it.

- Oh, I'm prepared, are you?

Now fuck off.

- I'm telling ya,
there's no one here.

- Shh, would you.

[book thuds]
[Peter yells]

Jesus, Terri!

It's us.
- Oh, God, I'm so sorry.

I thought they were coming back.

- [Lisa] Why didn't you call us?

- [Terri] I'm sorry.

- [Lisa] Thank God
you're alright.

- [Terri] Who did all this?

- [Lisa] We don't know.

- Am I bleeding,
do I need stitches?

- No, you're okay.

I'll get you a plaster.

Peter has something they want.

- I don't have anything.

Why will no one believe me?

- What do they want?

- It doesn't matter.

The police have my passport,
we're not going anywhere.

- There, you're fine.

- Except with no passport.

- You could go by ferry.

- Passport.

Anyway, we already tried that.

- Or maybe a small trawler
or sailing boat, then?

- Seriously?

Do you know anyone who
has a small sailing boat?

- Take it easy, she's
only trying to help.

- So the drop tomorrow
into Caernarfon,

that's off, I'm guessing?

- Well, I can't do that now.

- Terri, that's
a brilliant idea.

Caernarfon's in Wales.

- So what?

- It's a small airfield,
no customs, no police.

We could fly over with you.

Me and Lisa will stay in the
plane while you do your drop.

If the coast is clear, radio
us, and then we'll just jump

and disappear
somewhere in the UK.

What do you think?

- It could work, I suppose.

- Masoud's people haven't
been here all day.

No requests for files,
no contact whatsoever.

- Is it possible they
completed the paperwork?

- I doubt it.

This is very unusual.

They've been practically
living in my ear up 'til now.

- I don't like it.

See what you can find
out, call me right back.

- Trouble?

- Maybe.

The Arabs have gone to ground.

What's taking so long here?

- When I tackled Ed about
searching the girl's house,

he told me to talk to you.

Is there something
I should know?

- I think a more direct
approach is required.

Softly, softly's
getting us nowhere.

- This is usually
my end, why now?

Using that psycho

is like trying to open an
egg with a sledgehammer.

He's already killed someone

and brought the
cops all over us.

- All over him, you mean.

- Put that away, you're
not in the States now.

There's no right
to bear arms here.

- In this case, I need to.

Ammo?

What do I owe?

- We're quits.

By the way, when
you're visiting again,

don't bother
looking me up, okay?

- Did you sleep okay?

- Not really.

- Lisa, what's going on?

- I'm not sure I'm
gonna come with you.

- I've changed, I really have.

- Time to get up, you two,
we leave in 20 minutes.

- Just let me explain.

- Come on, move.

She's not gonna wait.

- Well, if you could just
sign there, that'd be perfect.

- Have you seen this man?

- Er, what's this about?

- Lisa, the police are
in the hotel right now.

They're looking for Peter.

- Yeah, I see them, okay.

Okay, in about one minute,

two policemen are gonna
come out of that lift.

Are you gonna run or stay?

- That day you broke up with me?

I wasn't trying to open late.

- What floor, sir?

- Ah, two.

- Something got
snagged around my neck.

- [Elevator] Going up.

- Lisa Quinn, I love you.

- [Elevator] Going down.

- I need to have a
little word with you.

[suspenseful music]

- Sorry, boss, he's gone.

[dramatic music]

- Well, what happened?

- He's asked me to marry him.

- And?

- I said yes.

- Wow.

- We have to meet him
at the airfield, though.

- Okay.

[suspenseful music]

- Two more minutes,
please, John, okay?

- We have to go.

[suspenseful music]

- Hey, hey.

[suspenseful music]

- There's no point in
hiding, Mr. Napier.

- So how the hell
did they find out?

- Somebody must have talked.

- So go find out who.

- I'll deal with it.

- The way you usually do?

I'll deal with this myself.

- Make sure everything is
okay before you contact us.

Remember, no customs, no police.

- You owe me big for this.

- [Woman] Hey, Mike,
how's it going?

Good jump!

- [Mike] Not too bad.

- [Woman] Hey, has
Terri jumped yet?

- [Mike] She jumped after us.

She must still be
on the way down.

- [Woman] I can't see
her, are you sure--

[body thuds]
Oh, Jesus!

Terri, no.

- [Mike] Call an ambulance.

- [Woman] Oh, my God, oh, Terri.

- Did you see her chute open?

[controller speaking faintly]

- The airfield's closed,
a body's on the runway.

- Please, John, just
one more minute.

- I'm low on fuel,
I have to go back.

[somber music]

[moves into dramatic music]

- [Peter] You killed Jason!

- Scumbag.
[thudding and groaning]

- [Ed] Hey, alright,
that's enough!

Where are the files?

- I don't have any files.

[gunshot booms]

- Have I got your attention now?

- Oh, please, I don't
have them right,

but I'll gather them and
I'll bring them to you.

Please, just please
don't shoot her.

- [Ed] Yeah?

I'll hang onto her 'til you
bring us the files, yeah?

- You're a bit out of
control, do you know that?

- I'm just doing
me job, alright?

[dramatic music]

[engine clicks]

- Hello, Ms. Flynn?

It's Peter Nash.

- You alright?

It would help if we knew
what we were looking for.

We're missing something,
I know we are.

Go through it again
for me, slowly.

- Okay, Jason came to my house.

He asked me to grab the
part and bring it here.

- Okay.

- When I got here,

I found him on the
floor, covered in blood.

Then the police
arrived, I, I panicked,

I just grabbed the bike and.

- What?

It's a memory stick.

- It's Jason's memory stick.

Oh, I've had it the whole time.

- No deleted files,
no hidden files.

I don't get it.

- I know that Jason thought
that this was important.

- I can't waste any
more time on this.

You have to come to the police

and tell them about
the faulty parts.

Hang on, you didn't
eject that properly.

Maybe there are no files.

- Napier doesn't know that.

- Wait.

Look, Peter, you're playing
around with people's lives here,

including Lisa's.

- Napier and his kind
never go to prison.

It's just mugs like me.

I have to try to save her.

- You have to tell the police
everything that you told me.

We need to warn them
about the faulty parts

or more people will be killed.

Please, Peter, you can't just
think of yourself on this.

I need you to do
this with me, Peter.

They're not gonna believe me.

[suspenseful music]

- [Peter] Lisa?

Lisa?

[dramatic music]

- Ha, I knew I'd get
another crack at you.

- It's not what it looks like.

I'm looking for someone.

- You're coming
with me, sunshine.

Who's there?

- [Ed] We're here for
the kid, hand him over.

- Hey, I know you!

No way, I'm taking
him to the police.

- [Ed] We just want
to talk to him.

- Fuck off.

- It's a BB gun, a
bleeding amateur here.

- Hey, hey, easy,
he's had enough.

- For God's sake,
it's me you want.

- Back off!

- He's only on the fender.

Priorities.

- I have the files,
where's Lisa?

- Do you have them with you now?

- Yeah, but I want
to see Lisa first.

- File first.

- Just shoot him, will ya?

- Shut the fuck--

- Oh!

- Reverse!

[engines growling]
[dramatic music]

- [Ed] That's my fucking jeep.

- Get out, out.
- Alright.

[engines roaring]
[dramatic music]

[horn honking]
[dramatic music]

- Look, don't tell me you're
pulling out of the deal

over some licensing issues

in what is the
smallest company I own.

Look, look, I'll be back
in New York tomorrow.

Just postpone your
decision 'til then.

Come on, you owe me that.

What?

Well, you go to hell.

I'll see you in court.

[suspenseful music]

- Cry out, baby girl.

- Go to hell.

[screams]

- Come out where I can see ya.

Switch on those lights, or
she won't look at herself

in the mirror when
I'm finished with her.

Switch on the bloody lights.

- [Peter] I have the evidence.

- Peter.

- Lisa, everything's
gonna be okay, I promise.

- Peter.

- Shut up.

- [Peter] Please,
don't hurt her.

- Switch on the bloody lights!

- Peter.

- Shut up.

Okay, okay, Jason, he gave you,

he gave you a memory
stick, didn't he?

- Yeah, loads of files
on it, full of stuff

of what Napier was
doing with the parts.

Some nice photos of you in it.

- [Stone] What do you want?

- [Peter] First, let Lisa go.

- [Stone] That's
not gonna happen.

Give me the stick

and you both walk out
of here wealthy people.

- You can't make any
deals, only Napier can.

I want to speak to him myself.

- He's not gonna come
down here, Peter.

What do you say we both
go to the hotel, huh?

- Yeah, sure, so you can kill
me like you murdered Jason?

- Me, murder Jason?

That doesn't make any sense.

Why would I kill him if
I didn't have the files?

- Well, who did it, then?

I know it was you,
I saw your Jeep.

- That's not my Jeep.

- Well, whose is it then?

Tell me or I'll make
the files public.

- What the hell,
it was Ed, okay?

Ed killed him.

[gun hammer clicks]

There's the moron you've
been looking for now, huh?

- Nice one, Stone, very nice.

- I don't understand.

Why did you kill Jason?

And John, John, he
never hurt anyone.

- Jason, that was an accident.

He wouldn't give me the files.

And the pilot, that
was your own fault.

- [Peter] I'll give
you what you came for

if you let Lisa go.

- [Melissa] See can
you find his face.

- I'm afraid I can't let
that happen, now, can I?

There are three
people in this hangar

that can put me behind bars.

- About bloody time.

- And a fourth that
needs to make a decision.

Isn't that right, Mr. Napier?

- [William] [clears
throat] Right.

- Mr. Napier, tell that
lunatic to put down his gun.

- Decision time, Mr. Napier.

Want me to clean up this mess?

Crunch time!
- Go ahead.

[gunshot booms]
[Ed shouts]

- Police, drop your weapon.

- Get back or she's dead.

- [Peter] Here, shit head.

There was no files on it.

[gunshots boom]

Lisa!

Are you okay?

- I'm okay.

- [Paramedic] Okay, you
need to take it easy

for the next couple of days.

- Sorry, son.

We'll need you to come
to the station tomorrow

so you can make a
formal statement.

Don't worry, you
did the right thing.

- Thanks.

Everything okay?

- Hey, so I guess it all
worked out in the end.

How are you gonna get home?

You can't drive the
bike with that arm.

- I think we'll be okay.

- [Radio Announcer]
The winning ticket

was bought in the southeast.

- Best of luck.
- Thank you.

- [Radio Announcer]
And this just in,

all flights out of Ireland
have been canceled,

due to an unprecedented order

from the Irish
Aviation Authority.

Incoming flights are
unaffected for the moment,

but intending
passengers are requested

to contact their airline before
traveling to the airport.

In a statement, a spokesman
for the Aviation Authority said

the delays were unavoidable,

and he apologized for
any inconvenience.

- Well, there's no point
in going to the airport.

Everything's been canceled.

- You just keep going.

- [Driver] It's chaos.

It's your money.

[phone ringing]

- This is Charles Evans.

Leave name, leave
time, thank you.

- How's your neck?

- I'll live.

- I didn't mean to
put you in danger.

- I know.

At least Napier will
pay for what he's done.

- Dammit, the police won't
find Napier at his hotel.

I know where he's going.

- The jet.

Well, ring the police, then.

- The police won't
get there in time.

Lisa, we have to stop him.

He's gonna get away.

- Not if I can help it.

[dramatic music]

- [Peter] Mr. Napier, stop.

[fist thuds]
[Peter groans]

- [Lisa] Come on,
Peter, we can catch him.

[dramatic music]

- [Peter] Lisa, over there.

- Sorry, Mr. Napier, there's
a Jeep on the runway.

[sirens wailing]
[dramatic music]

- [William] So, you
think you got me?

[fist thuds]
[Peter groans]

I'll be out of here in an hour.

[fist thuds]
[William groans]

- [Peter] I doubt it.

- Get your hands off,
get your hands off me.

Don't you know who I am?

I'll have your badges for this.

I'll have your badges for this.

- [Lisa] Bye!

[upbeat music]

- We are gathered here today

to join Peter Nash
and Lisa Quinn

as they make a jump of
faith into marriage.

Do you, Peter, take
Lisa to have and to hold

from this day forth, so
long as you both shall live?

- Absolutely, I
mean yes, yes, I do.

- Do you, Lisa, take Peter--

- I do!

Sorry [laughs].

- Lisa, you are the
love of my life.

- Peter, I know every day is
gonna be an adventure with you.

I love you.

- You may kiss the bride.

♪ Light into the darkness

♪ She's holding her
hand out to catch a star

♪ She looks cold
under the moonlight

♪ What's keeping her
warm is my beating heart

♪ Oh, I'm nervous, I'm
trying to hold back

♪ My quivering voice
from speaking wrong

♪ But I can't seem to
shake what I'm feeling

♪ 'Cause she doesn't
know what's going on

♪ I gotta slow it down,
take a breath or two

♪ I won't know where to
go if I don't have you

♪ I'll be running with my
eyes closed in the dark

♪ I try to stay in
lane without taking aim

♪ My time is running
out, I can't let you go

♪ 'Cause we can light the
night sky with this spark

♪ If you stay

♪ Stay, stay with me

♪ There could be nothing
that I wanted more

♪ If you stay

♪ Stay, stay with me

♪ We could be the
lightning in this storm

♪ Oh

♪ If I had never loved

♪ If I had tasted love

♪ Stay with me

♪ Oh, oh

♪ Stay, stay with me