Slightly ill.
The other two pilots are just fine.
They're flying the plane,
free to pursue
a life of religious fulfilment.
The radio is all yours. Keep an eye
on number three engine gauge.
It's running a little hot.
Striker, first I'd like
to say something.
I know things must look
pretty rough up there.
If you do what I tell you
when I tell you,
there's no reason you should
lack confidence...
in your chances of coming out
alive and in one piece.
What weather are you in?
- Rain.
- And a little ice.
And a little ice.
- How's it handling?
- Sluggish. Like a wet sponge.
Sluggish. Like a wet sponge.
All right, Striker.
You're doing just fine.
It's damn good he doesn't
know I hate his guts.
It's damn good you don't know
he hates your guts.
Can I get you something?
I'm sorry, I don't understand.
- Stewardess, I speak jive.
- Good.
He said he's in great pain,
and he wants to know
if you can help him?
Tell him to relax.
I'll be back with some medicine.
Call Captain Oveur's wife
and let her know what's going on.
This weather bulletin
just came off the wire.
Johnny, what can you make out of this?
This? I can make a hat
or a brooch or pterodactyl...
- Hello?
- Mrs. Oveur?
Yes, this is Mrs. Oveur.
This is Ed Macias
calling from the airport.
There's trouble
on your husband's flight.
We don't know how serious it is,
but Steve McCroskey thought you'd
want to come over right away.
Yes. I'll be right down.
I've got to go to the airport.
You can let yourself
out the back door.
There's juice in the refrigerator.
Doctor says the sick people
are getting worse.
We're running out of time.
I've got to concentrate.
I've got to concentrate.
Hello?
Echo!
Pinch hitting for Pedro Bourbone,
Manny Mota.
- How you doing, honey?
- Jack, I'm so hot, I'm burning up.
I'll turn on some air.
- What's going on?
- Close the window!
Chicago,
the passengers are panicking.
When do we start down?
Not yet. You'll be in radar range
any second now.
They should have been in range
10 minutes ago.
Gunderson, check the radar range.
Anything yet?
About two more minutes, chief.
Two minutes?
They could be miles off course.
Impossible! They're on instruments.
This is going to be a real sweat.
Gunderson,
let me know when you get anything.
Got a cigarette, Nels?
I can't take much more of this.
Looks like I picked the wrong week
to quit amphetamines.
- Johnny, how about some more coffee?
- No, thanks.
These reporters want a statement.
- How much longer can they hold out?
- 30, 45 minutes.
- Who's flying the plane?
- A passenger.
He's an experienced air force pilot.
No cause for alarm.
- Take over.
- What kind of plane?
It's a big, pretty white plane...
with red stripes and
curtains in the window...
and wheels... it looks like a big Tylenol.
OK boys. Let's get some pictures.
This bulletin just handed to me.
Stricken airliner
approaching Chicago...
Shana, they bought their tickets.
They knew what
they were getting into.
I say, let them crash!
- Would you like some whisky, ma'am?
- Certainly not!
How are the passengers?
I won't deceive you, Mr. Striker.
We're running out of time.
Surely, there's something you can do.
I'm doing everything I can...
and stop calling me Shirley.
Randy, are you all right?
Oh, Dr. Rumack.
I'm scared.
I've never been so scared.
And besides,
I'm 26 and I'm not married.
We're going to make it.
You've got to believe that.
Dr. Rumack, do you have any idea
when we'll be landing?
Pretty soon. How are you bearing up?
To be honest,
I've never been so scared,
but at least I have a husband.
Stay in formation.
Target's just ahead.
Target should be clear
if you go in low enough.
You'll have to decide.
You'll have to decide.
You'll have to decide.
Stay in formation.
Target's just ahead.
Target should be clear
if you go in low enough.
You'll have to decide.
You'll have to decide.
You'll have to decide.
Oh, rats! Lost number