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an unscheduled stop for this airliner

while I was asleep?

Number two,

where was that stop made?

And number three, why?

Why was that done?

You ever watch Mr. Spock

on Star Trek?

What the hell are you talking about?

Just that if you don't shut

your cake hole, you bloody idiot,

I'll be happy to demonstrate

his Vulcan sleeper hold for you.

Don't you talk to me like that.

Do you know who I am?

Of course I do.

You're an obnoxious twerp who likes

to hide fear behind aggression.

No harm in that,

but you are in the way.

Listen to me. Listen...

Whoa, a nose hold.

I can break it.

Easiest thing in the world, trust me.

I said I could break it.

Do you understand?

Signify if you understand.

You listen to me,

I haven't got time to discuss

your business appointments,

therefore I'm gonna send you

to the cabin

with this gentleman

in the striped shirt.

Don Gaffney.

Mr. Gaffney will be your escort.

Once you arrive in the main cabin,

you will sit down in your seat,

strap your seat belt firmly around

your middle and keep your mouth shut.

Do you understand?

Please favour me with a thumbs up

if you understand.

Jolly good.

Now, I'm gonna let go of you

and your nose now.

And when I do, if you so much

as utter a word,

a syllable, you will be investigating

hitherto unexplored realms of pain.

- You son of a...

- I wouldn't, mister.

This guy means it.

You better come on back with me.

- I'll be...

- Bad idea.

Come on, now.

Hey. Come on.

Come on.

Let's see if we can find something

for that nose.

Right, then,

let's get the cockpit door open,

shall we?

Come on...

No one's driving the plane.

It happened fast, whatever it was.

Look there.

I mean, look here.

If you want watches, take your pick.

There are tons of them back

in the main cabin.

Are there indeed?

Watches, jewellery and glasses.

Also purses.

But the weirdest thing is,

there's stuff that we're pretty sure

came from inside of people.

Like surgical pins, pacemakers.

You know, I've been going on the

same assumption as our rude friend...

You know, the one I used

the nose lock on?

- That the plane had landed

somewhere for some reason

and most of the passengers and crew

were somehow offloaded and then...

No, there couldn't have been

a takeoff while we were sleeping.

You can fly that plane on automatic

but you need a human being

to take one up or land.

So where are the passengers

and crew then?

I don't know.

But I plan on finding out.

You wanna hand me that paper,

please?

Well, the altitude is right,

37,000 feet.

We're on course.

What are you doing?

Figuring out

our closest major airport.

Denver Center, this is American Pride

Flight 29, do you read me? Over.

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