Pushing Tin Page #2

- Let it go.

Okay, guys. Right up here.

- Cute kids, Pat. They all yours?

- In the past, I laid my share of pipe.

- Each of these blips is an airplane.

- Mind stepping off the rubber?

Did you know that an

air traffic controller...

...is responsible for more lives in a shift...

...than a surgeon is in his life?

- It looks like a computer game.

- This is no game.

You make a mistake here,

there's no reset button.

Don't touch me.

I hear controllers have

the highest rates of depression...

...nervous breakdowns,

heart attacks and alcoholism.

- Don't forget suicide, kid.

- He always researches our field trips.

- He's been online since he was 4.

- Pat.

- What?

- Take them somewhere else.

Okay, this way. Here we go.

Controlling air traffic's

much like conducting an orchestra.

Mr. Feeney used a metaphor.

Can you say "metaphor"?

That wasn't a metaphor. That was

a simile. "Laying pipe" is a metaphor.

I got a departure, he didn't tag up.

- What did you give last?

- 28 and 8.

- Climbing to 8? I don't see him.

- There!

Turn him left!

- I don't see his prime!

- Turn him.

- Turn him!

- I'm not seeing him!

- I don't see him.

- Right there.

- He's got no data block.

- Is there gonna be a crash?

- Get these kids out of here.

- Come on, kids.

Econojet 2166, traffic at 2:00.

You see him?

That's a negative.

Correction. I see him!

He's headed right at me!

2166, immediate left turn heading 070.

Expedite!

Lmmediate. Roger.

- They're in pieces.

- No, please.

Econojet 2166. Left turn expedited.

- I told you to turn him!

- Go, Ronnie. Go, Ronnie.

- Knock it off!

- Big guy.

- Nick, plug in.

- Why are you upset? Nobody got killed.

- Wasn't a squawk. Not my fault.

- It's okay.

- There's a Jetlink...

- I got the picture.

There was no squawk.

We're waiting for you in hell.

How about a wet one?

- Kiss it.

- There was no ident.

- Oh, no.

- It wasn't my fault.

Get back to your scope.

You're done. You're through.

Econojet 2166,

reduce speed to 170 knots.

Jerk! Can we use the street too?!

It looks like I wet my pants. F***.

That's what I'm talking about.

Continental 1250, turn left 130.

Continental's lined up.

Jetlink's in fourth.

This looks like a parrot cage.

You're almost molting.

See you.

- Come on!

- Sorry.

Jetlink 3596, reduce speed

to 190 knots. Fly heading 090.

- Lots of dinks for a weekday.

- Let's fly up close to them big jets.

- Sparta 753 for Newark approach.

- Hey, Sparta 753. Is this Jethro?

- How's my favorite redneck?

- You mocking me, son?

Before you run out of cornpone

or whatever you use for fuel.

We wouldn't waste

good moonshine to fly.

Am I supposed to

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