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SCENE 12
BYERS SNR: John.
BYERS: Dad.
BYERS SNR: What the
hell are you doing? Why can't you stay out of this. Leave me buried.
BYERS:
What is scenario 12-D?
BYERS:
We know it's a war game scenario.
That it has to do with airline counter-terrorism. Why is it important enough
to kill for.
BYERS SNR: Because
it's no longer a game.
BYERS: But if some
terrorist group wants to act out this scenario, then why target you for
assassination?
BYERS SNR:
Depends on who your terrorists are.
BYERS: The men who
conceived of it the first place.
You're saying our government is planning to commit a terrorist act against a
domestic airline?
BYERS SNR: There you
go again. Blaming the entire government as usual. In fact, a small faction
...
BYERS:
For what possible gain?
BYERS SNR:
The Cold War's over, John.
But with no clear enemy to stockpile against,
the arms market's flat.
But bring
down a fully loaded 727 into the middle of New York City and
you'll find a dozen tin-pot dictators all over the world just clamoring to
take responsibility, and begging to be smart-bombed.
BYERS: I can't
believe this. This is about
increasing arms sales?
BYERS: When?
BYERS SNR: Tonight.
SCENE 15
BYERS: Find
anything?
BYERS SNR: Well the
luggage hold's clear if this thing can be trusted. What did you do - make
with your Erector Set?
BYERS: Are you
absolutely sure this is the targeted flight?
BYERS SNR:
This flight
was chosen primarily for its visibility. It's schedule to pass
over Manhattan on its way to Boston.
BYERS:
You said they intend to bring this
down in the middle of New York City?
BYERS SNR: Shush!
BYERS: What if there
is no bomb.
BYERS SNR:
Well, how they going to bring it
down?
BYERS:
The same way a
dead man can drive a car.
SCENE 16
FROHIKE AND LANGLY:
What do you mean, no bomb?
BYERS: Langly,
I need you to hack into the
airline's onboard navigation system. We need to know where
we're headed.
FROHIKE: OK. Going
to headsets.
FROHIKE: I'll clone
the airphone's carrier. Make them think we're sending a ground-to-air fax.
LANGLY: Just get me
on that plane and I'll get you auto-pilot access.
FROHIKE: How are you
going to do that?
LANGLY: Airline
telemetry systems use processors similar to those found in CB radios.
FROHIKE: I'm in.
We've got ourselves a convoy.
BYERS: What's your
progress.
LANGLY: I've hacked
into the flight control system output.
FROHIKE: With a
little bit of help.
LANGLY: It's what
the brains of the plane is telling the little black box.
FROHIKE: Course,
heading, attitude, hold, yaw, axis, stabilization . . . what? What the
heck's that?
LANGLY: Is that what
it looks like?
FROHIKE: I think it
is what it looks like.
BYERS:
What does "what" look like?
LANGLY: Modem
protocol.
Remote access.
Somebody on the ground's flying your plane.
DOD OPERATOR: Bogey,
sir.
HELM: Keep your
course.
BYERS: We need to
know our flight plan.
FROHIKE: I'm mapping
the data now.
LANGLY: Byers.
Your flight's going to make an
unscheduled stop. In exactly 22 minutes.
FROHIKE:
Corner of Liberty and Washington, Lower Manhattan.
BYERS:
World Trade
Center. They're going to crash it into the World Trade Center.
BYERS SNR: I'll tell
the flight crew.
(World Trade
Center)
BYERS: Langly, can
you override the flight control system?
LANGLY: Working on
it.
PILOT: What is this?
BYERS SNR: My name
is Bert Byers. I work for the government. I believe this plane has been
commandeered.
PILOT: Sir,
passengers are not allowed in the cockpit. I need you to return to your seat
now.
BYERS SNR: You don't
have control of this plane and I don't know what we can do to get it back.
Turn off your auto-pilot. There may be a chance we can override it.
PILOT: Sir, I'll be
happy to contact your superiors in the government -
PILOT: Sir! Dammit!
CO-PILOT: He's
right!
LANGLY: Dammit!
Frozen again. They've encrypted the manual override commands.
FROHIKE: Well,
decrypt them then.
LANGLY: I don't have
enough power ...
LANGLY: ... my CPUs
are pegged.
BYERS: Langly,
what's happening?
LANGLY: I'll try
decrypting in background mode.
BYERS: How long will
that take?
LANGLY: On my calcs
per sec? I estimate . . . seven to ten days.
SCENE 18
PILOT: All right,
try cutting electrical power.
BYERS SNR: They've
thought of that. They've thought of everything.
PILOT: Ladies and
gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are experiencing some, uh,
technical difficulties up here. At this time we would like you all to return
to your seats.
BYERS SNR: And kiss
your asses goodbye.
BYERS: Langly, we're
getting close.
LANGLY: I know. I
know.
PILOT: New York
Center? This is Atlantic National flight 265 heavy. We are declaring an
emergency. We have 110 souls on board, 16,000 pounds of fuel, and no
dangerous goods or cargo to report.
LANGLY: Come on,
Frohike.
BYERS SNR: Your
friends have failed, haven't they?
BYERS: There's still
hope.
BYERS SNR: I hope my
next funeral is as nice as my last one.
(Boeing 727
closing in on the WTC.)
(Pilot in
the cockpit as the Boeing 727 approaches the WTC.)
BYERS:
If we can't get the FBI we'll go
public. With your testimony, we can break this
conspiracy wide open. Bring Overlord down. The whole
operation.
BYERS: Dad. What is
it?
BYERS SNR: God, I
see myself in you. The same youthful enthusiasm, idealism. I was so
angry at you for so long because I didn't want you to waste your life
tilting at windmills. But I can see now, you've got something I never had.
You're a brave man, John.
BYERS:
You're not going to testify. You're
going to let them cover this up.
BYERS SNR: They
almost killed me twice. They won't fail a third time. My silence will keep
me alive. And you. I know you
and your friends are fighting for the American dream. Just don't expect to
win.
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