Executive Decision Page #5

Let's go! Let's go!

Got it!

Come on!

See, it went out.

It's a short.

Why aren't we climbing?

Come on, old man, move it.

What the hell?!

Wind shear!

Climb!

We are passing 330!

What's going on?!

We have to break off now!

I can't hold the seal!

We got to pull him up.

What're you doing?

Let's move it!

Now! Now! Now!

He's unconscious!

Get above him!

Hold on.

Pull him up!

Get him out!

Move it!

Get above him!

We got him. Now get out of there.

Move.

Why is she so goddamn heavy?

Jesus, they're climbing!

I'm climbing with them.

Too much stress on the sleeve!

We're losing pressure.

The seals are going!

Listen to me!

Close the hatch now

or we'll lose both planes!

Come on!

Grab my hand!

I can't hold it! Close the hatch!

Lower the sleeve!

Listen to me! Close the hatch now

or we'll all die!

We're losing pressure!

We're not going to make it!

You are!

She's gone.

Castle Rock, Big Eye Six.

We lost contact with Hail Mary.

Big Eye Six, was delivery accomplished?

Can't say. Hail Mary was attempting

delivery when contact ended.

Did they make it onboard?

If they did, they'll establish

a link with us. Where's the fleet?

The carrier group's heading to

an intercept point in the Atlantic.

Have them go to alert.

I have to check the equipment

in the avionics room.

Show me this room.

There's a depression.

A deformity of C-7.

He's got a fractured vertebrae.

We have to immobilize him.

Can you move over here, please?

-Move!

-Sorry.

Hang on, Cappy, you old dog.

Buddy, you got some morphine here.

That'll help the pain.

Give me a break. You go down there.

Quiet!

Go.

It's a fried circuit.

It's an overload of some kind.

It happens.

Close it.

Everything okay?

Just a blown circuit.

Must've been the turbulence.

What'll we do?

Get me the Pentagon on sat-com.

The radio didn't make it.

We have no way to tell them

we're onboard. They'll think we're dead.

Shut up, Cahill.

He's right. As far as they know,

we went down with the plane.

The Pentagon is going to shoot us down.

We were their only option.

Listen to me.

We must negotiate.

Tell Hassan the Pentagon

knows his plan. . .

. . .and he'll never be allowed

to reach U.S. airspace.

-Calm down.

-I'm fine.

I know what I'm talking about.

We have to!

It's our only chance.

They've got to listen.

That won't stop them.

Get your hands off me!

You're not going anywhere!

I didn't sign up for this

G.I. Joe bullshit!

We don't need to do that.

He'll be all right.

Listen to me.

There is no negotiating

with Nagi Hassan. Understand?

If he knew we were here,

he'd kill us.

So let's calm down, everybody.

Just sit down and relax.

With no way to communicate, he's right.

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