PILOT: L.A., this is Flight 734. We need a runway, 26L.
CONTROLLER [OVER RADIO]: #Roger that, 734.# #You're clear on 26L.#
We're at the concert of our lives and you disappear?
Sorry.
And now we're gonna be late again.
No, no, no. We'll make it. Hey, have you seen my scarf?
God, this is serious. I mean, where were you?
Well, um, I just went to get a little souvenir.
Hey.
For my best friend, Paula. They all signed it.
Oh, my God, Jenny. I love you.
I got a little something for myself. Look at this.
Uh, excuse me, how did you get backstage?
Well, I have my ways.
PAULA: Oh, really? JENNY: Mm-hm.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
JENNY: I told them all about They think you're so cute.
PAULA: You're such a liar. Why would I lie about that?
PAULA: Oh, I got this one. Oh, thank you.
Okay.
That's the only reason, then? Pretty much.
I was thinking we could transfer to L.A,
and we check out Tokyo, Thailand--
No, too crazy, too many people.
Paula, it beats BNA any day. Come on.
But my fianc's in Nashville. It's never too late to escape.
Oh, wow, great advice from my maid of honor.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Who's stalking you now? Only guy that matters. Dad.
Aww.
He wants me to go to flight school.
PAULA: Yeah? JENNY: Mm-hm.
JENNY: I already got my dream job.
Flying one of these things,
way too much responsibility.
[PAULA CHUCKLES]
Hey. Hm?
Yeah. Hm? Mm-hm.
Trans Sky Air. Get there.
Now go to sleep. Now go to sleep.
[MAN SNEEZES]
Ooh.
Girls, is there coffee? PAULA: Sure.
You feeling okay, Willsy?
Head cold. It's going around.
There you go. Thank you.
Think I got it from my dog. All the dogs in the neighborhood are sick.
It's running around, barking, being weird.
Thunderstorms out of the south, southwest.
Church group canceled, so we're nearly empty.
How long you been working the aisles, Jenny?
Oh, uh, almost a year now, captain.
Then you should know better.
Sorry, sir.
Ha, ha, ha.
FORREST: So gullible. WILLSY: Heard the concert was great.
Rochambeau? Really?
[SIGHS]
Sorry.
Jenny, this is George. George, this is Jenny.
Hey, George, how's it going?
He's all yours now.
You wanna come with me?
Okay, so a couple of things, you're--
"My responsibility." I know the drill.
Okay. Ah, wrist, please.
I'm 13 next month. Most airlines don't make me wear that anymore.
This one does. Sorry.
Look, I can take care of myself.
Okay, less work for me.
EAD? Check.
Status pitch. Check.
Fuel quantity.
Twenty-four thousand five hundred pounds.
JENNY: We're gonna take great care of you, Dr. Kingston.
All right, here we go. PAULA: Jenny?
BEV: Just help us out here, all right?
PAULA: That's good. Oh, good. Watch your head, Doc.
BEV: There you go. Good job.
PAULA: Thank you. Sure.
Doc can hear you, he just can't speak, or move very well. Parkinson's.
Where you headed?
An hour from KC. His daughter just had a baby girl.
Aww. Aww.
COMPUTER: #APU fire.# Okay, Willsy. Fire up the APU.
[EASY-LISTENING MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
Good evening. Welcome.
Thought you had a light load, huh?
Back half of the plane, completely empty.
Oh, I appreciate that, ma'am. I really do.
[JENNY CHUCKLES]
PAULA: Welcome aboard. Good evening.
Oh, hey, what's a fella gotta do to get a beer around here?
We'll let you know.
[WILLSY SNEEZES]
I'm sorry. You sure you're feeling all right?
I'll be all right. You just look a little...
PAULA: Welcome aboard. How are you?
JENNY: Oh, I love your nails.
Thanks. Keeps the glooms away.
MAN: Oh, come on.
May I help you?
No, thanks. I think I got it. What's in there?
Hamsters. If anything happens to them, my class will eat me alive.
Ooh, tough class. Kindergarten.
The one in back's a little bit bigger. Oh, that's, uh--
JENNY: Okay, that's not gonna work. I almost got it.
You're gonna have to check that. HENRY: Easy. Easy.
Thank you.
Ow!
You think they'll survive down there?
It's pressurized. But, I mean, I'm no hamster expert. Heh.
Oh, I'll give you this.
Oh, right. Okay. Ah. Got it.
Oh, most important thing to know: What's that?
They're like a buck each.
[LAUGHS]
Okay.
Cute guy you were talking to.
Oh, look who's still looking.
I'm engaged, not dead.
[CONSOLE BEEPING]
NIAL: Todd, we're on the red-eye. These filthy seats.
She's good. I'll tell her.
There you go.
NIAL: We'll see you there. I look forward to it.
Well, we're on the red-eye. I don't know, 7:30, 8 a.m.?
JENNY [OVER PA]: Good evening, everyone.
Welcome aboard Trans Sky Air Flight 318,
with regional service to Kansas City continuing on to Nashville.
We know you have many options in regards to your transportation needs.
We appreciate you choosing Trans Sky Air. Please don't hesitate to let us know
[SNEEZES]
Excuse me.
if we can make your flight more pleasant this evening. Thank you.
L.A. Ground, TS-318, push off, we're at 69 alto.
CONTROLLER: #318, you're clear for push back.#
PAULA [OVER PA]: Please give Jenny your undivided attention
as she demonstrates this plane's safety features.
To fasten your seatbelt, insert the buckle and adjust the strap
so it's low and tight across your lap.
To release the belt, simply lift the top of the buckle and pull.
Flight attendants, take your seats for departure.
I need you to buckle that extendabelt. Yes, ma'am.
Thanks.
[COUGHS AND SNEEZES]
Just...
Gear up.
[YAWNS]
CONTROLLER: #Five-three-two,# #verify visual contact with traffic.#
You all right? Yeah, I'm okay.
You want anything? I'm a little warm.
You want anything? Careful. Heh, heh.
I'm gonna be nice. I'm gonna be a daddy.
CONTROLLER: #Roger on hitting 135.#
Cruising altitude, Willsy.
[DINGS]
Ladies and gentlemen, your captain has turned off the fasten-seatbelt sign.
You are now free to move about the cabin.
At this time, you may also take out any of the approved electronic devices.
We would also like to let you know we have Wi-Fi service available.
So do you travel a lot by yourself?
Between my mom and dad. Oh.
Who's picking you up in the morning? Janice, my smother.
What's a smother?
Stepmother. She's about your age.
Okay. I bet that sucks.
NIAL: Hand me my cell phone.
[RALPH SNORING]
Flight nerves?
For 19 straight hours. Oh.
Overseas, huh? Yeah.
Haven't seen my husband for over a year.
But I'm home for a while now, so... He's a lucky man.
Ryan, obviously you are mistaking me for somebody that gives a crap.
I'm sorry, sir, we are airborne so you're gonna have to end that call.
It's against FAA regulations to use any sort of cellular equip--
You're compromising our safety. Who the fuck are you, man?
If he keeps using his cell phone, we're gonna arrest him when we land.
SUSAN: Did you hear that? Give me the phone.
Okay? You're an asshole.
Okay. Fucking asshole.
You don't see me doing your job. I'm sorry.
That was stupid, but some people can be so inconsiderate.
Exactly. Then you really don't want my job.
Doesn't it make you wonder about the human race?
Try not to overthink things.
I'm sorry. I'm gonna shut up now.
Um... So do you got any solutions?
Well, sure. The few of us that give a damn have to make change.
It's our responsibility, right?
[MOANING]
I think I have all the responsibility I can handle at the moment.
HENRY: Yeah. Right.
I can see that. Yeah.
Hey, I apologize for the lecture.
I'm just finishing my PhD, nights, and I'm always boring strangers,
kindergarteners, beautiful flight attendants.
It's not boring. It's interesting.
Henry. Uh, Jenny.
It's nice to meet you, Jenny.
You're gonna need to put your cat back in the bag.
I don't know how he got out. He's usually so well-behaved,
he never leaves the apartment building.
There you go, sweetie. Back in your little house.
COMPUTER: #Autopilot.#
How was your weekend? Not too bad.
Went somewhere? No, I played golf. Played terrible.
Lost another six balls--
[SNEEZES]
Oh, my God, I'm sorry.
You have a handkerchief?
JENNY: What does the FAA say about blow jobs?
Well, as long as your tray table is in the upright position...
So, what's going on?
Just talking. He's super smart. Uh-huh.
He get your number yet?
No. Not yet. The night's still young, though.
[BELL DINGS]
Oh, I'll get it. Okay.
Hey, what's up?
I just need some water. Are you feeling okay?
I just-- Just need something to drink.
Okay.
Hey, golf guy in the back asked for water. Doesn't look so good.
I got it. You go ahead and start, I'll check it out.
Yeah? Yeah.
Thanks.
Here you go.
Hey.
He probably just had one too many on the back nine.
Hi, what can I get you to drink?
Hey. Can I just have a tea? Oh, sure.
WOMAN: #As the investigation gets--# Go ahead.
Thank you. Of course.
#--the situation# #continues to be serious,#
#with the exception# #of heavily protected military...#
What's going on? You know, they don't know.
They don't know yet. It's some apartment building in L.A.
JENNY: Where in L.A.? I have no idea.
Maybe downtown. Ooh.
Yeah. It's good we're flying away.
[CHUCKLES]
Okay. Well, enjoy your tea.
Thank you very much. JENNY: What can I get you?
PAULA: Yeah, we're good. We're just finishing up.
Let us know if you need anything.
Okay. Okay. Thanks, captain.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Um...
Sir? Can you hear me?
Sir? Ugh!
Oh! Oh.
Paula, a little help. MAN: Oh, man.
Big guy just puked all over the stewardess.
Oh, God. Here. Are you all right? He's sick. He's really sick.
Okay, you stay here, I'll be right back.
Stop the plane. Let me off!
No, no. You need to stay in your seat. Please just stay in the seat, sir.
Yeah, chunks flying. XL pack's in the back.
WILLSY: #Roger that.#
You girls get all the fun. They certainly do.
RALPH: Stop the plane. JENNY: Please stay in your seat.
You have to stay right there.
Sir, please stay in the seat. RALPH: You don't understand.
Fantastic. Now we're all gonna get it. Relax. This happens all the time.
What if it's some foreign flu? We'll sue.
We'll sue anyway. RALPH: Let me off.
Here, put these on.
Sir, you're gonna have to stay still while we put this mask on your face.
JENNY: What's wrong with him? PAULA: Go clean up.
Stop the plane. Let's go, Jenny. Go.
PAULA: All right, sir? Okay. Hold still. I know. Just breathe. Just breathe.
I know it's uncomfortable, okay? You're all right.
PAULA: Sir. Sir!
[RALPH GRUNTING]
Stop! Ah!
RALPH: Let me in!
Stop the plane! Let me in!
You have the aircraft. Yeah.
Stop the plane!
WILLSY: Oh, my God. Let me in!
WOMAN: Somebody stop him.
PAULA: Jenny! RALPH: Stop the plane!
White shit is coming out of this guy's mouth. He's going berserk.
George!
Hey! Hey! Unh!
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
L.A., this is TSF 318. We have a code red in-cabin emergency.
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Go get up there. Fuck that.
We gotta get in there. We're not compromising the cockpit.
WOMAN: Get him down. Get his legs. PRESTON: Get off the door!
Help me!
HENRY: Get him on the ground. Try to get down.
Jenny, get the restraints!
HENRY: You grab his wrists. Grab his wrists. Get his wrists together.
JENNY: Oh, my God. PAULA: Come on, Jenny.
Affirmative. He's got all of those symptoms.
Know what this is? MAN: #Give us a name.#
PAULA: Grab his arm. JENNY: Come on, guys, roll him.
Hit him again. Now! SHILAH: I got him.
PAULA: What? PRESTON: Get the restraints on him.
PAULA: Got it. SHILAH: Okay.
Got it.
They got him down. He's down.
He's down.
Happens all the time, right?
WILLSY: FAA needs the passenger's name now.
Jenny, grab this.
"Mr. Ralph Bundt."
B-U-N-D-T.
[PANTING]
I need a rest.
Thank you.
You feel nauseous, like you wanna barf?
I'm telling you I'm okay.
You've had a concussion, so we'll need to get you checked out.
George, I'm so sorry.
If you're really sorry, get me off this freaking plane.
Are you a doctor? Medic.
Get some ice for that contusion and keep a close eye on him.
If he starts acting strange or sleepy-- I understand.
I'll help keep an eye on him.
JENNY: Thank you.
[WHISPERS] He's out.
Paula, I panicked out there. I was useless.
I didn't do anything right.
[IN NORMAL VOICE] Hey, hey, hey. It's fine, okay? You did your best.
It's done. It's over.
Okay? Come here.
[PA DINGS]
FORREST: #We've been instructed# #to get our passenger#
#immediate medical attention.#
#Everyone in their seats,# #belts fastened.#
[BELL DINGS]
It's Paula.
FORREST: Secure the cabin for landing. FAA wants us on the ground now.
We gotta punch through that weather. Gonna be a rough drop.
It certainly is. All passengers,
prepare for severe turbulence. Hang on tight.
Ladies and gentlemen, we're executing an immediate emergency landing.
Please secure all loose items and tray tables.
NIAL: What the fuck is going on? PAULA: As a safety precaution,
give Jenny your attention as she demonstrates the bracing position.
Lean forward. Hands on top of your head.
Elbows against your thighs.
Okay. Here we go.
[RUMBLING]
NIAL: Hold on.
[ALL GRUNTING]
Hang on!
Hold on.
Sir, can I have the laptop?
My presentation's on there. I need that.
Brace. Brace, everyone.
Cabin's secure.
Not yet.
[RATTLING]
Okay. Roll him to my side on three, okay?
One, two, three. Ugh!
Hurry.
Oh, God. It's not gonna fit. I'm gonna get his extender.
All right, hurry.
CONTROLLER: #Negative 0597.#
MAN: Ma'am. Ma'am.
[GRUNTS]
Argh! WOMAN 1: Oh, God!
[PAULA SCREAMING]
Jesus.
[GROWLING]
WOMAN 1: Oh, my God.
FORREST: Willsy, get back there. We're about to land.
WOMAN 2: Oh, please, don't let me die in the air.
WOMAN 1: Oh, my God. WOMAN 2: It's gotta be something.
WOMAN 1: Oh, God.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
WOMAN 2: Get us out of here.
Ground Control, I need a gate assignment. What's the holdup?
Ground Control.
Don't let him out! Keep him in there!
Oh, shit.
Where's your EMK?
Get it. Come on, come on, come on. Okay.
MAN: I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.
Hold that. Keep the pressure on it. Okay.
[RALPH GROWLING AND BANGING ON DOOR]
BEV: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. You okay?
SHILAH: What? Only two lousy doses of lidocaine?
What is that? SHILAH: It's a sedative.
It'll keep her from going into shock until we can get her to a hospital.
Give me your scarf. Okay, okay.
Hold it.
She's bleeding out. Just hold on. Hold on.
She's bleeding out. Please hurry.
You gotta keep pressure on this wound.
[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
PRESTON: Come on!
Ground Control, I have a critically injured FA and a violent passenger onboard.
Why are we stopped? Tower's not clearing us for a gate.
Why not? WILLSY: They won't tell us.
Captain! WILLSY: What are we gonna do?
CONTROLLER: Hold your position. Ground Control, we can't hold.
WILLSY: We gotta do something. Willsy, find us an open gate.
[RALPH GROWLING AND POUNDING ON DOOR]
JENNY: Captain! What's going on?
Gate 87 is closest. Ground Control, I'm taking Gate 87.
I need EMS, police, cavalry there to meet us. Come on.
Ground Control, I need that Jetway operational.
Ground Control? WILLSY: Two o'clock.
He sees us.
[RALPH GROWLING]
ED: You fucked up, lady. Wrong gate, wrong airline.
TS Air operates out of Terminal A. My shift is over.
FORREST: Evacuate! Evacuate! What the hell's going on?
JENNY: Go. Go.
ED: Shit. JENNY: Get some help.
Easy, easy. FORREST: Get off the plane!
Careful. Careful. FORREST: Get off the plane, now!
Go, go, go. FORREST: We're getting out of here.
Get them to the gate! Go on, get off the plane.
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
SHILAH: What's going on? NIAL: What's going on?
Come on. JENNY: Come here. Stay with me.
[DOOR HANDLE RATTLING]
I need you to open up Gate 87. I got an injury here from flight--
It's TS Air 318. TS Air 318.
Come in. Why aren't they answering?
Open the fucking door!
Hey, calm down.
Okay, okay. Everybody just try to stay calm.
ED: Hobbs, open the gates right now.
This woman needs to get to a hospital immediately.
Okay, okay. The other side.
[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
Come on, come on, George.
Shit. George. Go, go, go.
Hold the door for me. Hold the door. Okay, you got it. Hurry.
Jenny, what are you doing here? Gate's locked.
We're gonna take the passengers out a different way. What about--?
He tired himself out. We got it under control.
Take the passengers to safety then get back here with help.
Come on, Jenny. Come on!
Take off. Okay.
Come on. Okay, okay.
Come on. Okay.
Hey, where are we?
Ramp-op staging area. Where all the shit gets done that you'll never see.
PRESTON: How's your head? GEORGE: Good.
Okay. Well, brilliant job on that plane.
Thanks.
HENRY: Where is everybody? ED: At home, where I should be.
This terminal is off-line till 3 a.m. Shut down for maintenance.
We need to take her down this flight of stairs to tarmac level.
You, help me. Let's go.
Easy, all right? On three. One, two, three.
[ED GRUNTING]
Through that door, it'll take you to the main concourse.
This has never been locked before.
[CLICKING]
Come on.
[BEEPING]
Don't you have the keys? The tarmac level, it's automated.
They got us on lockdown.
Lockdown? What?
You ever heard of terrorism? This was retrofitted after 9/11.
It's a high-security zone. Like being in a supermax, right?
Every way in or out is monitored and controlled
by those terminal ops watching us.
Why are we in lockdown? You tell me, lady.
Fuck this. HENRY: Damn it.
This is not okay. What are you gonna do?
How long have you been working here?
Come in. There's gotta be something--
You have to figure out something. Hey! I just move the bags, people.
Don't yell at me, all right? Wait, wait!
Can you hurry this up, man? We got places to go. For real.
Quiet! Quiet!
[SIRENS WAILING]
Oh, thank God.
They're coming.
George, be careful.
[SIRENS STOP]
PRESTON: Why'd they stop?
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
WOMAN [OVER PA]: #Attention, Flight 318.#
#Do not attempt# #to leave the terminal.#
#Help is on the way.#
You are now under quarantine.
[NAIL GUNS CLICKING]
I don't know what to do. Everything's just gone wrong.
I don't know what to tell these people. We're stuck.
Daddy, please just call me as soon as you get this.
I need you to tell me what to do.
[ALL CHATTERING]
Hey, did you get ahold of your parents?
They're gonna murder you. Heh, heh.
Yeah, I would too.
Hey, come here.
I just got through to 911. They don't know anything about this.
What? Yeah.
I don't understand. What did they say?
ED: I'm telling you right now, nothing.
What the hell's this?
What are they doing? Why are they lighting us up?
PRESTON: How long is this gonna take? I got a job interview at 9 a.m.
What am I gonna tell my husband?
I am not missing my sister's wedding for this.
[ALL CLAMORING]
Stop it! Shh!
You just go fetch the captain, honey. We need somebody in charge.
I understand. We need information.
My wife is six months pregnant.
LOUISE: How old are you anyway? I'm really sorry.
That's not good enough. Everybody just take it easy.
You got no right to keep us here. You got no right.
She won't make it unless I stop the bleeding.
If I could get to my field kit, I could maybe buy her some time.
Where's your kit? In my bag. I checked it.
Shit. Shit.
Hey, you. Uh--
Ed, can you get me into the hold? The hold?
Yeah. You didn't see that army outside?
The hold's access panel's right on the floor, as soon as you walk in.
You sure about that?
I took the qualifying test a year ago, same plane.
If I get on that plane, am I gonna get sick?
I don't know. I have a 3-year-old daughter, okay?
She depends on me. You understand?
Please look at her. She's depending on you right now.
Please, you gotta do something. You gotta help. Please.
[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]
I'm coming with you. Me too.
I left my life on that laptop.
Hey, listen. I need you to help me out, okay?
If you just man the floor, can you handle that?
Hey, Shilah Washington. You'll recognize my bag, okay? Hurry.
Ooh.
HENRY: This is unbelievable.
NIAL: Unreal. What happened?
ED: Now what? Hobbs, come in. I need my power back.
[STATIC OVER RADIO]
Hobbs, the power's out. Come on.
Oh, shit. All right, let's just keep going.
Hobbs, come in. I need my power back now.
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
Juice is out here too.
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
Captain?
Willsy?
The Jetway's disabled.
[WHISPERING] Captain Forrest?
Willsy?
Anyone?
There's no one here. There's no one here.
Captain?
NIAL: This is a mess, man. What a mess.
[GASPING]
[IN NORMAL VOICE] Oh, my God.
I don't understand. If-- If he's not in there and everybody else split...
HENRY: Someone may have opened the gate. I'm gonna go check.
PRESTON: I'm going to get my laptop.
[]
ED: Here. JENNY: Hey, there's one in here.
ED: All right.
Oh, shit.
It's just blood, man. Damn it.
PRESTON: I found it.
[ALL YELLING]
JENNY: Wait, it's Doc. It's Doc.
It's Doc. Doc?
What?
Oh, my God. See you folks at the gate.
Wait. If the gate was open, they would have never left him here.
Right? She's right. The gate's still locked.
It's gonna be kind of tight.
JENNY: Hey, watch over Doc until we get back.
PRESTON: All right. You all hurry up, okay?
NIAL: Yo, the name's Britz, three bags.
Get your own damn bags.
[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]
We're looking for a duffel, last name Washington.
[SQUEAKING]
Hey.
It broke open. Turbulence. I'm sorry.
Looks like I'm out 5 bucks. Heh, heh.
Here we go.
ED: What the hell are you doing?
The world's a dangerous place, amigo. I never leave home without it.
Besides, after what I've seen here these should be required on airplanes like seat belts.
"Shilah." I got it. I got it. Come on, let's go.
Oh, shit! JENNY: What? What? What?
[ANIMAL SCREECHING]
A fucking rat.
Shit. It came right at me. Big one, sucker, with red eyes.
Are you sure it wasn't a hamster? No, it looked like a fucking rat.
Come on. Let's go. Come on.
Doc?
[SCRAPING]
[GROWLING]
[FORREST ROARING] [JENNY SCREAMING]
Captain! Aah!
No! No! No!
No, captain! ED: Get it off!
[GUNSHOTS]
WOMAN [OVER PA]: Shots fired. We have shots fired.
[JENNY SOBBING]
Did he get you? Look at me. Did he bite you?
JENNY: No, no, no!
ED: Out. Get out. Move. Move. HENRY: Go. Careful.
JENNY: Doc? HENRY: He's all right. He's alive.
ED: Okay. Pick him up. HENRY: Come on, help me.
Oh, shit. Okay. ED: Shit.
I got you, hold on.
All right. HENRY: Is he all right?
He's bit. He's bit.
Move. We gotta get out of here.
Let's go. NIAL: Let's go. Let's go.
HENRY: Check him right now. See if there are any bites on him. Really look.
ED: What the fuck was that, huh?
NIAL: Nothing, I don't see anything.
HENRY: Check everywhere.
[THUMPING]
[WOMAN WHIMPERING]
Hello?
[WHIMPERING]
Please, help me.
[ROARS]
Shut the door! NIAL: What the fuck is that?
HENRY: Help me with the door. Push! Push!
NIAL: Fucking bitch! HENRY: Close the door!
ED: Take him down to tarmac level, we'll keep her out! Go! Get out of here!
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
SHILAH: Hey, Jenny, we heard gunshots.
Here, hold pressure on that. On her face, don't let it go.
[SOBBING]
JENNY: Oh, my God. What happened on the plane?
JENNY: They're infecting each other. I don't understand.
The captain, he got it. I shot him. There's blood all over your face.
We went in the plane--
The bathroom's empty, it's covered in blood
and the big guy's not in there anymore.
We went down into the hold, you know--
Hold that. Hold it.
Okay. I'm here.
NIAL: I can't even-- Move.
I love you so, so much.
Me too.
Just hang in there. I got you. Breathe. Breathe, Paula, breathe.
It's all right. We're safe. I got the gun, there's ammo in the bag.
I'm glad I did because there's some crazy shit going on in there.
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
Why'd the power go out?
Um...
You left this. I picked up a call from your dad.
He told me to tell you to take the stick,
and then all the cell phones went dead at the same time.
Jenny?
My dad started giving me flying lessons when I was 12.
He'd say,
"Take the stick."
I was afraid to fly solo, even with him sitting right there next to me.
One day,
he let go of the stick.
It went into a spin...
and I had to take control.
I never understood why he did that.
[SIGHS]
I'm gonna be back.
[FAINT GROWLING]
[CLANGS]
[FOOTSTEPS PATTERING]
[]
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
We got the door shut and locked.
Whatever's out there in that plane stays out there.
You sure about that? I didn't see Mr. Bundt around, did you?
[SCREAMING AND POUNDING ON DOOR]
Come on. I need you. Come on.
We gotta go. Let's go. Come on.
What's wrong? I'm thirsty.
Hey, listen up.
What do you want? I got something to say.
You said enough. Hey, listen to what she has to say.
One, we don't know when they're getting us out.
Two, we gotta make sure nobody else gets infected.
Oh, smart. And who's in charge?
I am.
You? Oh, right.
NICCA: You? You know nothing.
LOUISE: Well, I think we should vote. I got this.
So shoot me or shut the fuck up.
Our captain, who murdered Mrs. Stevens in 7A, is dead.
Our co-pilot is creeping around the cabin like some sort of animal.
That means all of you are my passengers until this flight is over.
Is that clear?
Yeah. I think it's pretty clear.
Whatever this is, it's spreading through bites.
We don't know that. Biting could be a symptom, not how it infects.
Could be spread airborne, topical. We don't know. We don't know shit.
If you ask me, it looks like some kind of fucked-up rabies. People rabies.
People rabies? Rabies is spread through bites, right?
Right? SHILAH: Well, mucus, saliva.
JENNY: There's a cure for rabies. You get shots in the stomach.
That's before symptoms start. Once it manifests, it's over. There is no cure.
Fuck this. SHILAH: I don't think this is rabies.
Hm! HENRY: Why not?
Rabies takes weeks for the symptoms to show in humans,
for the virus to travel to the brain. This takes minutes.
JENNY: Wait, Henry, you were watching a newsfeed on the plane.
Didn't it say something about a quarantine in L.A.?
Yeah. An apartment building. This flight is out of L.A.
Two quarantines, one night. Wonder how often that happens.
SUSAN: What about your friend? Wouldn't you think she's infected?
She's not infected. She's fine.
She got bitten but hasn't had any symptoms yet.
[SQUEALING]
Doc!
JENNY: George, no!
Come here. Don't touch his head!
Go get your medical kit. Go get it now. Calm down.
ED: Don't let him get away. Don't let him touch you.
GEORGE: He bit him. I see that.
ED: One, two, three. JENNY: Calm down.
I know why people-- Go, go, go.
Did it bite you? No.
Are you sure? No, it's fine.
Check your forearms. I am.
HENRY: All right. This is wrong. Inhumane.
He's bitten, ma'am. It's for our own safety.
All right. On three. One, two, three.
You're in charge, right?
You have no choice.
I found something on the rat. What is it?
SHILAH: Hold on, let me see. HENRY: What is it?
ED: Look, there's a tag on the hind leg.
That's a lab rat. Albino. Shit.
It looks like the one in the hold. Like the other rat?
Yes, and the people. So a laboratory rat is causing all this?
How could a laboratory rat get into the hold of a commercial plane?
NIAL: I don't know. How should I know?
Ask him. HVORST: Who?
George? Did you bring lab rats in that carrier?
No. Those were my class' hamsters.
When you boarded, I saw tails inside your carrier.
NIAL: What the hell you talking about? Okay?
I had hamsters when I was little.
They have little stubby things that you can barely see. Not tails.
All right. Well, those hamsters were given to my class
by a parent who just came back from Ecuador
where I now know hamsters have tails.
You just made that shit up.
Hey, can I talk to you? Yeah, of course.
Henry, tell me you didn't bring rats onto my plane.
Jenny, listen to me. George is a little mixed up right now.
He's been through a lot tonight. We all have been through a lot.
Are you telling me the truth? Think about it.
You can't bring lab rats on an airplane in your carry-on.
It's not possible. I never would've made it through security.
Of course.
I'm sorry. That's okay.
I'm accusing you instead of-- Hey. Hey.
You know-- We're okay.
[RALPH ROARING] [JENNY SCREAMS]
HENRY: Shit. Shit.
ED: Watch his mouth!
Come here.
Hold it around his neck!
Get away!
SHILAH: Hold on, Jenny, I'm coming. JENNY: Help!
ED: Grab that end! SHILAH: Hold on, Jenny.
ED: Put it over here.
SHILAH: Pull it. Pull! Pull! We gotta choke him. Come on!
Come on. Hold him, guys! Pull!
SHILAH: Come on. Come on.
[GAGGING]
ED: Pull!
He's dead. He's dead.
[ALL PANTING]
[STATIC OVER RADIO]
MAN [OVER RADIO]: #Ramirez.#
Hobbs, come in. #CDC's on the way.#
Oh, shit. CDC's coming in.
JENNY: Let's go. ED: Roger that. We're all here.
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
JENNY: Hey, how you holding up? He's lying.
You don't have any proof of that, George.
You believe him because you like him.
The ammo's in here somewhere.
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
George. Is he all right? SHILAH: We'll get you out of here.
I don't know.
HENRY: This is stupid, but have you seen my briefcase?
[DOOR LOCK BUZZES]
ED: Whoa, take it easy.
Don't point the guns at us.
SHILAH: We just wanna get out of here.
Get them to the hospital. MAN 1: Give us your full cooperation,
we'll get you out as fast as possible.
ED: Wait. Listen to me. MAN 2: Put down the camera.
Put down the camera, sir. Put it down. Put it down.
[RAT SQUEALING]
Why are you doing that? MAN 1: Everything will be explained.
Sir, your weapon, hand it over.
Nial, give him your gun. HENRY: Give him the--
JENNY: Hey. Hey. ED: Okay. Okay.
LOUISE: Everybody stay calm. ED: Easy.
All right, you, you and you, over here.
Get these people out. Both of them.
SHILAH: All right, take it easy.
MAN 1: Let's go!
You and you, clear off the table. The rest of you line up here.
MAN 2: Let's move, folks.
JENNY: Okay, be careful. ED: All right.
SUSAN: What is that?
LOUISE: Oh, God. What is that?
LOUISE: What are you doing?
What is this? MAN 1: Protocol. For your safety.
You've been exposed. We don't know which of you may be infected.
So you've identified this. Everything will be explained.
Hey, what is that? What are you giving them?
Who's next?
I'm not putting shit into my body unless I know what it is.
Am I right?
Am I right, Nial?
Everything will be explained. Explain it to us now.
If you want to be released, take the protocol.
I'll go.
MAN 1: State your name to the cameras.
Mrs. Louise Treadwell.
[CAT GROWLS] [LOUISE SCREAMS]
ED: The cat is infected!
MAN 1: Keep them back.
WOMAN [OVER PA]: Eliminate the cat. Put on your thermal headsets.
Give us a heat signature.
[DOC ROARING] [MAN 3 SCREAMING]
MAN 2: Holy shit! Shit!
MAN 1: Let's go. Let's go!
HVORST: Where are you going? MAN 1: Open up, we got injured.
Open the fucking doors! Let us out!
MAN 2: Everybody move. MAN 1: Let's go. Come on.
HVORST: We gotta follow these guys out.
[BOTH SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
[GUNFIRE]@n@+
HENRY: Shit.
Get away from the door. Move away from the door.
ED: Got a live one in here. Come here!
Pull him in. Come on. Come on, man.
Okay, close the door. Quick. GSW, left eye.
Shit. George, get my field kit.
ED: They shot him in the leg.
Can you help him?
[ROARING AND BANGING]
I hear them. ED: They're coming from the plane.
Everybody move. We gotta go.
GEORGE: Get out of here! Let's go, let's go. We gotta go.
Move, lady. Come on. Move. SHILAH: Let's go. Let's go.
Where are we going?! ED: Go to the catering truck.
Everybody go to the catering truck. This way. Come on. Move.
Everybody in. Let's go. Come on, come on. Move, move, move.
Get in here, quick. Come on, let's go.
ED: Put them in there. Come on.
JENNY: Get in the truck. ED: What are you doing?
Your face. ED: Get in the truck, lady.
Get in the truck!
HENRY: Let's go! GEORGE: What are you doing?
I love you. Get in the truck. Come on.
No. He's infected. He's infected.
Let him go. Let him go!
JENNY: He'll kill you. SUSAN: I can't.
JENNY: Come on.
[NIAL ROARING] [SUSAN SCREAMS]
[ALL PANTING]
[ROARING IN DISTANCE]
Paula, I left her out there. We gotta go get her.
If your friend is up and about, you do not wanna look for her.
You don't understand. She took the protocol, she's gonna be okay--
No, honey, there is no protocol.
I still don't understand.
Maybe I've been in the Army too long, but we were each getting
a different set of injections, medications.
What makes you think that? Hello?
Each cartridge had its own color, its own label.
That true? I'm not authorized to discuss it.
I'll authorize you. What is going on here?
What does the CDC know?
It's not CDC.
It's CBDT.
Chemical Biological Domestic Terrorism.
Terrorism? SHILAH: What?
Homeland Security.
An apartment building in L.A. is under quarantine.
One of our units went in a couple of hours ago,
nobody ever came out.
They found a bio-terror laboratory in an attic apartment.
Some kind of doomsday cult.
ED: Hold on a second. Wait, somebody made this?
MAN: Made the virus.
And they were looking for a cure, an antidote.
They ran a clinical trial in that lab, on humans.
We found a test subject, a survivor,
if you can call him that.
Whatever they were given...
was making it worse, much worse.
Were there rats in that lab? Rats are the carriers.
We thought we caught a break stopping your flight.
Our orders were to try everything to keep you alive and contained.
You don't know what the fuck this really is or how to treat it.
If what I've seen in here spreads out into the general population
and we have no clue how to deal with this--
So we're the fucking lab rats now? National security.
They're never gonna let us out of here now, are they?
ED: Hey, hey, hey. Don't. Put it down. JENNY: Easy.
ED: Just put the gun down. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What do you think? ED: No!
[GUNSHOT]
There's no way out of here. We are going to die.
That's not true. We're gonna find a way out--
Don't say that. Stop lying. There's no way out of here.
JENNY: Don't give up. There's a way out. We will find a way.
GEORGE: No, there's not. JENNY: There's always a way.
GEORGE: We're gonna stay in here all night until the people get us.
[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
Shut up. Shut up.
The rain. What?
The rain. This terminal, it floods when it rains bad.
They said there's a service tunnel somewhere that never got sealed up.
A tunnel? Are you kidding me?
Where Terminal F was gonna go. Never got built.
Airport Authority ran out of cash. Where is it?
I don't know, but I know how to find it.
[ALL SCREAMING]
GEORGE: Oh, my God! Shoot it! Shoot it!
SHILAH: Get the gun! Shoot that motherfucker! Shoot it!
[GUN CLICKING]
Shoot him! Shoot him! Shoot the motherfucker!
There are no bullets!
SHILAH: Shoot him! Shoot him!
George! Press the green button! Okay, okay, okay.
[GROWLING]
NICCA: Oh, my God!
[GROWLING]
[BONES CRUNCHING]
[ALL PANTING]
Follow me.
[CLATTERING]
ED: Shh. Hey, quiet.
Come on, let's go. We gotta get to the office.
Find that tunnel to Terminal F.
JENNY: Hey, hey.
Hold on. Hold on.
Where's Henry? Where's Henry?
ED: We gotta keep moving. Come on.
[ROARING] [NICCA SCREAMING]
JENNY: They got her. SHILAH: They got her. Let's go!
ED: Move. Move. JENNY: Go, go, George, go! Run!
ED: Move, they're here. Let's go.
Come on. Don't stop. Let's go, let's go. Come on.
[GROWLING] [GUNSHOTS]
GEORGE: What was that? ED: Henry.
GEORGE: What was that, Jenny? ED: Move, move, move. Let's go.
Come on. Keep moving. Keep moving.
Keep moving. GEORGE: Jenny.
ED: Jenny, get up.
[GROWLING]
SHILAH: Jenny.
GEORGE: She's infected. ED: Oh, shit.
Paula.
[SNARLING]
Paula, stay back.
GEORGE: Go!
Give me the wrench.
[ROARING]
SHILAH: Jenny! Jenny!
[SCREAMING]
ED: Come on.
Come on. Let's go.
Come on, I got you. Let's go, kid. Here we go. All right.
Go. Right there.
ED: Come on.
Go, go. Get in. Get in. Okay. Find anything that says Terminal F, okay?
Check all the blueprints. Go.
JENNY: Where? Where do we look? In the corner. Check the corner.
It should say right here. Check the corners.
SHILAH: F, F, F.
George, what are you doing?
You stole this from Henry?
GEORGE: Look at these. What are you doing?
SHILAH: Found it. Terminal F schematic design.
ED: Bring it over.
All right. Okay.
Okay, okay. Where are we?
Terminal F. Good.
SHILAH: Yeah, that's it. Okay, okay, this is it.
We're right here. Looks like the tunnel's entrance is in a shaft.
Right behind the crew-break area. How do we get to it?
Okay, we go through the work bay to tarmac level.
We gotta get through that wall, into that wall space.
Once we're here, all we gotta do is walk the service tunnel
and we'll make it to Terminal F. We'll be fine.
[SCREECHES]
[SHILAH SCREAMS]
ED: Go!
[SCREECHING AND GROWLING]
[GUNSHOTS]
They got you. That's a bite.
Yeah. But you'll be okay, right?
Because you have this?
I found it hidden in his briefcase.
Bring it to me.
SHILAH: That's the antidote, right?
That you were testing in L.A. in that apartment building?
Come on, hand it over. Who the hell are you?
I told you before on the plane, I'm one of the good guys
willing to do something, take responsibility for the future.
By starting a fucking plague. Nobody else is doing anything.
Are you?
How many people were you planning to kill?
As many as it takes. So you decide who lives?
No, we do.
Because the alternative is that no one lives.
Our population keeps growing and consuming while our planet is dying.
Don't make me shoot her, George.
Bring it here. No!
Ed! Ed!
Against the wall! Against the wall! SHILAH: Okay. All right.
Against the wall! Against the wall! All right.
GEORGE: How'd you get that through security?
The same way I got the rats through.
Same way I found out my lab in Los Angeles was compromised.
I had to take my toys and leave town.
Friends of the cause.
Same ones who arranged for my arrival in Kansas City
and the ones who will help me once I get out of here.
Antibodies need the virus to kick in.
Fight the infection, keep it from damaging the brain.
What is that?
You're a smart kid. Maybe smart enough to be one of us someday.
Go to hell.
Don't buy in to all that big government bullshit.
They label people like us "extremists,"
"doomsday cults," "terrorists,"
because that's easier than telling you the truth.
What is the truth, Henry, huh?
Earth could use a good plague.
Move and I'll kill you.
[JENNY & SHILAH GASP]
[HENRY GRUNTING]
Oh, amazing.
I can't feel a thing.
Sure it works? Ran the trials myself in L.A.
I heard that didn't go so well. Shut up!
Time to go, George. Don't touch him.
SHILAH: Hey, let him go.
This is his only chance. Come on. Move it!
GEORGE: Jenny.
Come on, Jenny. Come on. Okay.
Come on. We have to go after them. Come on, let's go.
Come on, Jenny, go.
Go. I'm gonna catch up. Take this.
I'll go first. I'll get him.
Hurry. Okay.
All right?
GEORGE: No. Let me go.
George?
Oh, shit. Shit!
[ROARING]
Oh, God. Oh, God.
[JENNY SCREAMS]
Shit.
[PRESTON GROWLING]
Come on! Come on!
Die, you fucking shit!
[PANTING]
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
[SNIFFING]
[BONES CRACKING]
[SNIFFING]
It's me. Shilah? Shilah?
What is that?
Thermal vision. CDC left it behind. You see them before they see you.
George and Henry, they went in there, into the wall.
Why didn't you follow them?
Here.
Just not my day to fly.
You get George, you kill that rat, and you get out.
Shilah. Shilah. I'm gonna try to buy you some time.
Shilah.
Hey, Flight 318! I'm over here, motherfuckers!
[ROARING]
[SHILAH SCREAMING]
[JENNY SCREAMING]
[SQUEAKING IN DISTANCE]
Oh, shit.
[SQUEAKING]
Shoot.
Mice. Mice. Just mice.
[GEORGE WHIMPERING]
George?
Jenny? Hold on, George. I'm coming down.
GEORGE: No. Henry-- It didn't work.
Don't come down here.
JENNY: There's a flashlight and a gun by your feet.
GEORGE: I can't see them.
I'm coming down. Stay up there.
Stay there, George. No. Go back, please. No.
Jenny, please don't. Please go back up. Please, please.
Stay up there, please. Please, go back, Jenny.
Don't come down here, please. Please.
[GROWLING]
[JENNY SCREAMING]
[ROARING] [SCREAMING]
Run, George! Run! Run!
Run!
[ROARING] [SCREAMING]
Hey, you.
[GUN CLICKING]
[WHIMPERING]
JENNY: Did you get him?
GEORGE: Jenny.
Look.
Where is he? Look.
[GROANING]
Henry.
[YELLS]
Come on.
Are you okay? Are you okay?
Did he get you? No. Did he bite you?
[JET ENGINE ROARING]
What happened?
When we climbed out, he tried to bite me.
[EXPLOSION]
The terminal. They're burning it down.
Come on. Hold it there.
It's the tunnel to Terminal F. It's welded shut.
There's no way out, Jenny.
Stay there.
Come on. It's locked.
We're not gonna get out. It's rusted. I'll get it open.
I just wanna go home. Step back. Step back.
[GRUNTS]
Come on. We gotta go. I'm not going in there.
Listen to me. Listen to me. We have no choice.
I gotta get you in there, okay?
JENNY: Trust me. I can't go in there.
Come on, we gotta go. No way.
Listen, George. We don't have any other choice, all right?
Look, look.
Be my eyes, okay? You tell me what you see. Ready? Go.
GEORGE: I don't see anything.
JENNY: It's just a baggage tunnel. I'm right behind you.
Promise? I promise. Go.
Go.
JENNY: Keep going.
George, don't slow down.
Keep going. Keep going, George. Don't stop.
Go, go.
[EXPLOSION]
Go, George, go. Hurry.
[EXPLOSION]
[PANTING]
[GASPING]
Why'd you stop?
Keep going.
[JENNY PANTING]
Don't stop. Jenny.
I'm infected, George. Keep going.
No, you're not.
It's happening so fa--
I'm sorry.
I can feel it. I don't have much time.
You'll be okay. Go, please.
You're fine. Leave me.
I'm not going without you.
Leave me!
[GROWLING]
You won't hurt me.
I'm not going without you.
Okay?
Okay.
[JENNY PANTING]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
Jenny, I think I see--
Jenny, we made it.
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
Jenny.
Jenny?
Get out here!
I'm not leaving without you.
[ROARING]
[GEORGE SCREAMING]
[ROARING]
[JENNY GROWLING]
[GROWLING]