Non-Stop Page #7

What's your name?

Tom Bowen. Why?

Man, take it easy.

Move!

I didn't do anything!

Look, I have rights!

- Come here.

- (PHONE RINGING)

- Marenick?

- Marks, what the hell is going on there?

Listen to me. The threat is real.

I want you to stop doing whatever

you're doing immediately.

I have a suspect in custody.

I need a background check.

Seat 24E, Tom Bowen, B-O-W-E-N.

You have unlawfully subdued

innocent passengers, Marks.

I don't have time for this.

You called your supervisor before

the flight and threatened him.

- What?

- He wouldn't book you an overtime flight

and you said you'd do

what you had to do.

- I didn't threaten anyone.

- Is that right? Marks?

I need to run a full check

on Tom Bowen, seat 24E.

- Marks, damn you!

- Now! You're wasting time.

Marks... Agent Marks, you are hereby

relieved of duty. Do you hear me?

In three minutes, someone on this

plane is gonna die. Do you hear me?

Bowen is clean, Bill. He's a

schoolteacher, for Christ's sake.

He has family in London.

Everyone on that flight is clean.

Everyone except you.

Marks?

You said Amsterdam.

I never asked you

where you were going.

You volunteered that information.

Why would you lie

to a federal agent?

Look, I didn't know you

were a federal agent.

Why would you lie to a stranger?

You can answer questions now, or

in federal custody when we land.

Look. Okay, Jesus.

He said he'd give me $100 if I asked

you where you were flying. Okay?

I don't know why I said Amsterdam.

I swear to God, I didn't know

you were a federal marshal.

- Bullshit!

- I swear to God!

He said he wanted to play a prank

on his friend. Will, right?

Bill.

Bill. Whatever, man.

I did it for 100 bucks.

- Who was he?

- I don't know!

What does he look like?

He was white with brown hair, a European

accent, like 30, 35 years old...

- Is he on this plane?

- I don't know, I didn't see him.

When I went back, he didn't

pay me, he was already gone.

- You'd know him if you saw him?

- I don't know!

I never saw him get on

the plane, man, I swear!

Humor me. Look!

God damn it!

Come on, look.

I don't see him.

Look.

- Come on, look!

- God damn it! I don't see him!

- Right there.

- Where?

Right there. The glasses.

Come on, move.

MAN:
This is crazy.

You! You. Look at me.

Look at me! What's your name?

Michael. Michael Tate.

- Well?

- It's not him.

- You're sure?

- Yeah, God damn it, I'm sure!

Look, if I'd seen him

get on the plane,

I would've gone and

asked him for my money.

What's going on?

Nancy, watch business class.

Turn around.

- Are you serious?

- Don't talk.

Now, sit down.

Don't move.

(CELL PHONE DINGING)

Oh, God.

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