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and circuit breakers.

In.

Cabin pressure control.

Normal.

Emergency lights.

Armed.

Armed.

My daughter's having her second baby next week.

Oh, really?

Which one?

Sarah, the eldest.

Ah.

Altimeters ten-ten.

Ten...

Radios.

We'll check for departure.

Take off at V-1-90.

V-1-90.

Ten-ten.

One-thirty-five knots.

Check.

On.

And checked.

Then my wife's joining me, and we're staying

over for a week of golf with Glenn.

He was at the Miley's, and then he

joined our cards at Munich.

It's a new British medical journal.

Last month, I think.

I should know.

I wrote it.

It was published the year before last.

Mr. Wallace, who is a survivor of the

Vietnam War, please come to the Vienna Convention

Centre.

Why did the conventions produce so much paper?

They must have cut down half a forest

for this one.

A test is enough to control a child's

life.

Now boarding for the Major Wars.

Those things are hopeless.

I got a friend with two steel hips,

a plate in his head, and never been

stopped yet.

Morning.

May I see your bags, please?

This is used in thoracic surgery, to open

the rib cage.

Well, that's all right, sir, but knives are

not allowed in cabin luggage.

They're not knives.

They're surgical scalpels.

I'm sorry, sir, but the conveyance of any

article, which is likely...

Look here.

Do you know who we are?

We're attending the convention of the International Association

of Surgeons, and these instruments I need for

a lecture demonstration.

I can vouch for that.

I'm secretary.

There's no one on this flight who isn't

a member of our association.

OK.

Thank you.

Sorry, sir.

Would you mind opening your bags, sir?

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome on board your Gaelic

Airlines special charter flight to Edinburgh.

Would you fasten your seatbelts, refrain from smoking,

and ensure...

It's your speciality.

...your seats are in the upright position.

Thank you.

Pardon?

Well, everyone on this plane specialises in something.

Or as you feel so esoteric, I wouldn't

understand it if you told me.

I, um, um, I do throats.

Oh, you, uh, cut throats, eh?

I'm, uh, abdominal.

Tower, flight 103 is ready for start-up

and ready to copy clearance to Edinburgh.

Flight 103, clear to start.

You're clear to Edinburgh.

Upper blue 4, whole hill tower.

Climb initially to 4,000 feet to exact

flight level 2-9-0.

Copied.

OK, 10-10.

Cockpit to ground.

Go ahead, cockpit.

OK, we're ready to start.

We'll be starting 3-4-2-and-1.

What, um, hospital are you connected with?

I work in a private clinic.

Private clinic?

Excuse me.

The toilets are in the rear!

Tower, flight 103 approaching 4,000 feet.

OK, flight 103, you're clear to London Radar.

Frequency 127.35. London Radar, flight 103 to

Edinburgh.

Good evening, flight 103.

We have you in radar contact.

You're clear to flight level 2-9-0,

upper blue 4, whole hill, squawk code 4

7-3-6.

Well, if either of us gets appendicitis on

this trip, we'll be well taken care of.

Copied.

OK, squawking 4-7-3-6.

They'd have to operate with almost plastic knives

and forks.

Only a booze for an aesthetic.

It's what they used to do, you know,

in Nelson's day.

You plastered, then get out the chopper.

Drinks?

Would you like a drink, madam?

Do you have bourbon?

Oh, we do, sir.

Ah.

On the rocks with ginger ale, please.

And you, sir?

I'd like a Scotch whisky with no ice

and plain water.

I stand rebuked, sir.

Don't ask for ice, we get whisky in

Edinburgh.

You try asking for whisky with no ice

in the United States.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is Captain Waterhouse speaking.

I'd like to welcome you aboard this Gaelic

Airlines special charter.

We've just reached our cruising height of 29

,000 feet, and the lights you can see

below you on your left are the signal

of Birmingham.

The weather in Edinburgh is overcast, a bit

of drizzle, I'm afraid, and the ground temperature

is 45 degrees Fahrenheit.

We expect to arrive on schedule, and I'd

like to wish you a very pleasant flight.

Thank you.

Remember Coventry?

Are you flying now?

I haven't got my wings at that time.

I didn't get any action till the end

of the war.

I've got plenty of it then, though.

Captain, we've got trouble.

Human or mechanical?

A passenger is locked in the crew toilet

with Millie.

It doesn't pass.

It's a hijack.

I've talked to her through the door.

She says he's got a gun and a

shampoo bottle that he says is full of

nitrile.

He couldn't have got a gun to the

scanner.

Only a replica.

I don't think Millie feels like testing her.

She's had nursing training, enough to recognise a

nutter when she sees one.

Passengers known?

Not yet.

Who's doing the talking?

Millie.

He's got her between him and the door.

What does he want?

He hasn't said yet.

Find out.

And keep that curtain to the cabin closed.

Aye, sir.

All right, Jim, squawk the hijack out.

London Radar, Flight 103.

Flight 103, we have your squawk.

Are you free to talk?

Yes.

Expected hijack.

Details to follow.

Your security frequency is 1-2-8-3.

It's open now and will be at all

times.

Coming up on 1-2-8-3.

Flight 103, Security Control, I have a Mayday

possible hijack.

Come on, come on.

Duty Officer, Security Control, we have your Flight

103.

Stay on this frequency.

If possible, keep an open mic.

Flight 103 will do.

Yes, still listening, 103.

Hold it, Control.

Hold it!

Yes?

Captain, he wants us to...

Wait a minute, save time.

Control, this is my steward reporting.

Have you checked the passengers?

They're all there.

Did you get that, Control?

He's an extra.

I got that.

Possible stairway.

Possible.

Carry on, steward.

He wants us to divert to Manchester.

Refuel.

He wants two parachutes, one a sporting model,

and one million pounds for the aircraft and

the passengers.

All used, unmarked notes, none smaller than tens.

If he gets what he wants, the passengers

can disembark.

We're to fly on, where he won't specify

yet.

Get that, Control?

I got it, Flight 103.

Manchester will come in on the same frequency.

Roger.

You go and keep the passengers happy.

Just bear in mind, Control, we have a

very attractive young girl locked in a lavatory

with a lunatic.

Understood.

As a matter of fact, this aircraft comes

pretty cheap at a meal.

Especially with 64 of the world's leading surgeons

thrown in.

Flight 103, Manchester.

We have you on radar.

Excuse me.

Yes, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, gentlemen and ladies, but our stewardess

has been taken ill, so I'm on my

own.

If you could bear with me.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, Captain speaking.

I'm afraid that our overcast Edinburgh has turned

into what the Scots call a Scotch mist

and we call a fog.

I'm afraid we have to divert to Manchester.

I'm going to start giving you a hand

with this transport information.

I'm very sorry about this.

Thank you.

Flight 103, when ready, you're cleared to descend

to 6,000 feet and we'll mark VOR

to inspect radar vectors ILS.

Runway 24, QNH 1-0-0-9.

You're number one.

1-0-0-9, sir.

OK, Jim, you get the top of descent

and approach checks out of the way.

Have you told your hijacker it's 6.30pm

and the banks are shut?

We have told him and he says get

one open.

Have you told him a bank doesn't hold

a million in used notes?

Yes, he says get two banks open.

Hold it, Captain.

Wait a minute, I think he's saying something

else.

Yeah, what?

Right, OK.

He wants us to stop at the end

of the runway, not approach the terminal building.

Add way to keep the engines running.

One man is to hand over the chutes

and the money.

I'm to take it, dump it outside the

toilet door.

We close this door, he checks the money.

When he knows it's OK, Millie will say

so.

We can then let the passengers off and

refuel.

I think I've got it all.

Oh, four tanks.

What about Millie?

She stays where she is till mission completed.

Now, pay attention, Flight Maloney.

Have you tried to get him talking?

Sometimes you can walk these people out of

it.

He won't talk, only via Millie.

Can you tell us more about that bottle

of shampoo?

She says he's got something taped to it.

Could be a detonator and a fuse.

No chance of rushing him in there.

Through a locked door?

Look, there are only two of us to

fly this plane.

And may I remind you, Control, that if

we come down in pieces, we are over

a densely populated area.

Appreciate that.

If you could get him to modify his

tones, you might fix something clever down here.

Appreciate that, but this is an aircraft, not

an auction run.

And Millie is in there with him.

Descent check completed, Skip.

Right.

Speed's OK.

15 flap.

Flaps selected.

Approach check completed.

Manchester, we're out of 10,000 for 6

,000 feet, approaching Barton VOR.

Got that flag, 103.

Suppose you jam the toilet door...

Sorry, Control, we're busy up here.

OK, understood.

What shall I tell him?

Tell him...

Tell him we're waiting for an answer.

103, make a left turn on heading of

200.

Clear down to 2,500 feet.

Clear to join the ILS.

Runway 24.

You have 15 miles to run.

Complete your landing checks.

Gear down, landing checks.

Gear going down.

Oh, Millie.

Nice girl.

Yes.

Quite like her, too.

Outer marker, landing flaps.

Flaps selected, start watch.

Trouble is, she's got a feller already.

In the rag trade.

You still there, Control?

Yes, listening and recording.

We look forward to meeting Millie.

Captain, he's getting rough.

He says we're stalling.

Millie's trying to calm them down, but it

sounds pretty bad.

Did you hear that, Control?

Tell him it may take time, but we'll

have what he wants.

Well, you make sure the chutes and the

money are in order, because we're going to

be in here with him when he checks

in.

So is Millie and the gun and the

nitro.

Roger.

On final skip.

Flight 103, you're clear to land.

What are they doing?

They loading freight, Fred.

Perhaps it's out of whisky.

At this point, I'd take it without ice

myself.

I'd take it deep frozen.

All here, Millie.

All there, sir.

Control?

Control, with you.

Carry on.

Well, he's got what he asked for.

He'll be checking it now.

Tower.

With you, 103.

Where are those buses for the passengers?

Well, they're on their way, Captain, and the

refuelers.

Ladies and gentlemen, due to technical difficulties, we're

unable to disembark at the terminal, but if

you'd all move forward now, the coaches are

waiting.

Please remember your hand baggage.

Thank you.

All passengers disembarked.

What now?

Right.

Here's his order, sir.

We're to fly till La Havre.

Not land, overfly at what he calls a

moderate altitude.

He'll then give further instructions.

Got that, Control?

We got it.

We suggest you comply.

Will you check with Fred, sir?

To keep on this frequency, wheeliers are confirmed.

Roger.

Roger, and all shuttles.

Merci.

Refuelling complete, Jim?

Yes, sir.

Right, let's get this thing buttoned up.

OK, Flight 103, you're cleared to taxi.

Let's go.

Stuart.

Sir?

You think you could rustle up some coffee?

Yes, sir.

Oh, and see if that bastard will let

Millie have a drink.

I think she needs one.

I'll try, sir.

And I was going to retire at 60

months old.

You know, in nearly 40 years of flying,

the worst I've ever had is a bit

of German flak in my backside, a little

slightly misdirected British rifle fire slightly higher up,

and one tyre burst in the mortar.

You'll retire yet, sir?

What will you do?

Grow gladioli.

Enjoy my grandchildren and infuriate my wife.

Where are we?

I think if I said I wasn't sure,

you'd put me right within 100 yards.

I was looking forward to that pleasure.

That is La Havre.

Even through a patchy cloud, anybody with a

school atlas could spot that one.

Thank you, sir.

That's probably why he chose it.

One large gin and tonic, one lager, and

we're now over La Havre.

Await further instructions.

You weren't in the war, of course.

But for the first hour or so, danger

can be quite a novelty, even quite entertaining.

But if this man's not in the war,

and I went on for a few more

hours or days, like some hijackers, you could

learn some very nasty things about my character.

And you about mine?

Of course.

Fresh orders from His Majesty.

Getting this control?

Loud and reasonably clear.

All right.

Carry on, sir.

He wants us to make a 90-degree

turn to port, head for Antwerp.

Antwerp.

Reduce height to 3,000 feet and depressurise.

Fly at minimum speed.

We're in full French air traffic.

Flight 103, this is France Control.

We are listening.

Your Q&H is 1-0-1-2.

Zero.

Oh, and, Captain, we've asked the French Air

Force to scramble a couple of fighters to

tail you.

They might see where he jumps.

Oh.

Well, ask them to keep their lights on

and not tail me too close.

Speed's OK, Jim.

15 flap.

15 flap.

I've selected.

Oh, and just remind them that we drive

on the left.

Morale sounds pretty good, Captain.

It would be if they weren't thinking of

Millie.

Hey, first mistake is made.

What's that?

If we head a bit to the north,

we can keep over water all the way.

We can get into Antwerp without overflying any

land except for the last 10 miles.

He's not going to jump into the sea.

Did you get that control?

Control?

Yes, yes, I'm hearing you.

Er, try it.

We'll re-route you.

Flight 103, repeat, what is your altitude?

Just coming down to 3,000 feet.

All clear of all traffic.

Any pressure, Ice-Kipper?

No.

Oh.

Control, would you mind telling those cowboys that

the international language of civil aviation is English?

That's the French Air Force.

What, all of it?

Well, tell them to keep up this frequency.

Roger.

Coffee, gentlemen?

Thanks.

Keep your ear to that door.

What's your position now?

Er, I'm just off Dieppe, and I'm still

over water, but he won't know that until

he comes out.

What happens then is anybody's guess.

Captain, Millie's crying in there.

Well, tell her everything's going to be all

right.

She'll be sure of that.

Control, I think his plan may be to

jump when we're right over the French-Belgian

border.

That way, nobody'll know which country he's landed

in.

We've already alerted Belgian security.

How's visibility?

Patchy-to-poor.

Those fighters are right behind you.

Could they see him when he jumps?

Well, it's difficult to say.

He seems to parachute before he can free

fall for the first 1,000 feet.

They'll never see him.

Could he jump from your forward passenger door?

Well, it's very tricky because it's ahead of

the wing, but, er, well, I suppose it's

just about feasible if he knows what he's

doing.

What about the rear door?

If he goes out one of the rear

doors, he'll be into the engines and end

up a strawberry jam.

Now, look, I'm five minutes flying time from

the frontier.

If anybody's got any bright ideas down there,

we would appreciate it.

Captain, he's coming out.

We've to keep this door shut.

I couldn't hear everything Millie was saying.

She's a bit hysterical, but the message is

she gets it first, then the lot of

us, if we try anything funny.

We heard that, Captain.

Right.

We are three minutes from the frontier.

Stay off the air, everybody, while I handle

this.

Roger.

I'm listening.

Captain!

Captain, we're in the cabin.

His look-down says we're over sea.

If you don't turn over land now...

He's come!

He's come!

That's the door.

Millie?

Millie, you're still there?

Millie!

He doesn't want to be seen.

To be seen jumping.

He says he'll shoot.

Shoot anyone who opens this door before Antwerp.

So, head for land.

We have, come on.

Sit down here.

Hello.

Reading you.

I was heading for Antwerp.

He's preparing to jump, but we don't know

when.

Suggest you scramble all police forces between Dunkirk

and Ostend.

Roger.

You all right, Millie?

Yes.

Thank you, sir.

Well...

How soon do we open that door?

I'd go with your guess.

He'll jump a mile or so from the

frontier.

One side or the other.

It could cause maximum confusion.

You take over, Jim.

I think this is my job.

I think

I deserve an Oscar after that performance.

I think we all do, love.

We're off here, Tommy.

Oh!

Are we still over water?

Get on with it, Tommy.

Where's the money?

In the cabin with the shoots.

After all, I dreamt up the whole idea.

Stuck in that blizzard in Oslo.

I think I should have extra.

Being locked up in that toilet for hours,

all by myself.

And who was it who suggested we should

land one hour's drive from the centre of

the diamond, Tre?

We're overland, Skip.

Right.

Control?

Yes.

We were worrying about you.

Don't worry.

He's gone.

Is everybody all right?

Couldn't be better.

Well done, Flight 103.

We're proud of you.

It's what we're paid for.

Proceed to Antwerp.

Will do.