be alarmed about.
We'll be back to you very quickly.
Doctor, Mr Hammen ate fish,
and Randy said there are five
more cases, and they all had fish.
The co-pilot had fish.
What did the navigator have?
He had fish.
All right, now we know
what we're up against.
Every passenger who had fish for
dinner will soon become violently ill.
- Just how serious is it?
- Extremely serious.
It starts with a slight fever,
dryness of the throat.
When the virus penetrates,
the victim becomes dizzy,
and begins to experience
an itching rash.
From there, the poison works
on the central nervous system,
causing severe muscle spasms,
followed by the inevitable drooling.
At this point,
the digestive system collapses,
accompanied
by uncontrollable flatulence.
Until the poor bastard is reduced to
a quivering, wasted piece of jelly.
Put it on... automatic pilot.
Automatic pilot, automatic pilot...
There it is!
I'll go back to the passengers.
Come in, 209er. This is Chicago.
Flight 209er, come in.
This is Elaine Dickinson,
the stewardess.
Captain Oveur's passed out. We've
lost the co-pilot and navigator, too.
- We're in trouble.
- Roger.
I'm Steve McCroskey,
Chicago air control.
I'll be back in a minute.
Hold all takeoffs.
When 508 reports, bring it straight in.
Suspend all meal service
on flights out of Los Angeles.
Tell all dispatchers
to remain at their posts.
- How about coffee?
- No, thanks.
I want the weather
on every available landing field.
You understand?
Any place available
to land that plane!
Go to the tower
and get a runway diagram.
Check down the field
for emergency equipment.
Chief, we got fog every place
east of the Rockies.
They'll have
to come through to Chicago.
Looks like I picked the wrong week
to quit smoking.
Get the best available man
who won't crack under pressure.
How about Mr Rogers?
Get me Rex Kramer.
Next to the throttle
is the airspeed gauge.
What speed does it indicate?
520 miles per hour.
Good. Very good.
Now, check your altitude.
That's the dial below and right
of the airspeed indicator.
35,000 feet.
No, wait. 34,000 feet.
No. It's dropping!
It's dropping fast!
Why is it doing that?
Oh, my God! The automatic pilot,
it's deflating!
Elaine, don't panic.
On his belt line
there's a hollow tube.
That's the manual inflation nozzle.
Pull it out and blow on it.
What the hell's going on up there?
- Elaine.
- Yes, Doctor.
You're a member of this crew.
- Can you face some unpleasant facts?
- No.
Unless we hospitalise
those people quickly,
I can't be sure of saving their lives.
Is there anyone on board
who can land this plane?
No one I know of.
You ought to know our chances.
Our lives depend on just one thing -
finding someone to fly this plane
who didn't have fish for dinner.
Ladies and gentlemen,
this is your stewardess speaking.
We regret any inconvenience
the sudden cabin movement caused.
This is due to periodic air pockets.
There's no reason to become alarmed.
We hope you enjoy your flight.
By the way, is there anyone on board
who can fly a plane?
Hello. I'm Paul Carey from the airline.
I'm here to pick up Captain Kramer.
Yes. Come in, Paul.
Rex will be right out.
Shep, sit. Sit!
I understand there's an emergency.
Something like that. There wasn't time
to tell me very much...
Shep, no!
I'll bet exciting things happen
all the time down there.
The airline business
does have its moments.
After a while, you get used to it.
Shep! Come!
He gets so excited
when new people are here.
- Are you a pilot?
- No, I'm in...
a training program.
It's unbelievable.
It's just unbelievable.
How many times have I warned
about food inspection?
You'd think
someone would listen to you.
Well, airport management,
the FAA, and the airlines...
they're all cheats and liars.
All right. Let's get out of here.
I'm sorry, I was just looking
for someone with flying experience.
When they built those roads,
they didn't