U.S. Marshals Page #3

You be on it.

- Go.

GUARD:
Keep moving.

Right over there. Go.

MAN 1:
Name and number.

MAN 2:
Over there.

MAN 3:
Let's go.

MAN 4:
Name and number.

- Welcome to the unfriendly skies, Sam.

- Yeah.

Come along.

DEPUTY 1:
Seventy-two.

DEPUTY 2:
Check.

DEPUTY 1:
Eighty-four.

DEPUTY 2:
Check.

DEPUTY 3:

Right here.

DEPUTY 1:

Thirty-six.

DEPUTY 2:

Check.

Set your bag over here.

- Look at the bright side.

- Hm?

We're always on time.

[CHUCKLES]

Close up.

- Lock it up.

DEPUTY 4:
Right.

All locked.

DEPUTY 5:
All locked.

DEPUTY 6:
All locked.

Clearance, F-PATS 343, Memphis.

Okay. It's on to Memphis and then

La Guardia, and we call it a night.

CALDWELL'S WIFE:

Turn out the light. It's late.

Be a couple minutes.

Hey.

Hey. Gotta use the can.

Look, you can hold it.

We got 20 minutes till we land.

I've been holding it.

I have to go right now.

I'm serious.

I'm about to explode right here.

Can he go?

Yeah, let him go.

7- C.

All right, let's go.

[BOTH SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[GRUNTS]

STERN:

"Split on ice. " Seven letters.

Banana.

- No, bananas.

- What?

[SIGHS]

Bananas. Plural.

Oh, yeah. Bananas.

[GUNSHOT]

[SCREAMS]

[GRUNTING]

What the hell was that?

NAVIGATOR:
We're losing cabin pressure!

Oxygen mask on.

[ALARM wAILlNG]

CO-PILOT:

We're sinking. We're sinking, 2,000.

[ALL YELLING AND GRUNTING]

CO-PILOT:

Engine failure on 2 and 3.

PILOT:

Indy Center, this is F-PATS, Flight 343.

We are declaring an emergency.

Mayday, mayday!

CO-PILOT:

We're at two-four-zero.

Three-two-zero.

One-seven thousand.

One-three thousand.

PILOT:

I've got it. I've got it.

CO-PILOT:

One-one thousand.

We're at 10,000.

What the hell was that?

We lost Engines 2 and 3.

A and B hydraulic failures as well.

Look at your charts. See if there's

any airport we can make.

- There's nothing close.

- There's a road 20 miles ahead.

Okay. That's it then.

Indy Center, this is F-PATS 343.

And still losing altitude.

We have lost two engines...

...and we need to make

an immediate emergency landing.

Make the announcement.

Passengers, brace for

an emergency landing.

Place your head between your knees

and brace for impact.

Keep your heads down. Brace for impact.

CO-PILOT:

Three-two. Three thousand.

Two thousand above ground.

Sinking 1,500.

I got the road.

Okay, gear down.

One thousand.

Five hundred above ground.

One hundred above ground.

Brace for impact.

[ALL GRUNTING]

Oh, no.

Sh*t!

Jesus Christ!

Holy sh*t!

[ALL GRUNTING]

[ALL YELLING]

[GROANS]

PILOT:

Oh, God.

We're running out of road, guys!

Aw, sh*t.

[ALL YELLING]

[PRISONERS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

GERARD:
Get down.

This man is unconscious.

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