captain.
- Certainly.
Victor, we're running into heavy...
Roger, take over!
- Captain, how soon can you land?
- I can't tell.
- You can tell me. I'm a doctor.
- No, I'm not sure.
- Can't you take a guess?
- Not for another two hours.
You can't take a guess
for another two hours?
No, we can't land.
Fog has closed down everything.
We've got to get through to Chicago.
Get him out of there!
What is it, Doctor? What's going on?
I'm not sure.
Haven't seen anything like this
since the Anita Bryant Concert.
- What did we have for dinner?
- We had a choice - steak or fish.
Yes, I remember. I had Lasagna.
- What did he have?
- He had fish.
Doctor, two more are sick.
The other passengers are worried.
We'll handle the passengers.
Find out what the sick people
had for dinner.
This is Captain Oveur speaking.
It's bumpy, but we'll be past it
in a few minutes.
We're now flying over Hoover Dam,
and later we'll pass south
of the Grand Canyon.
Meanwhile, relax
and enjoy your flight, OK?
Chicago, this is flight 209er.
We're in trouble.
We need traffic below us cleared
and priority landing in Chicago.
Yes?
My husband's very sick.
Can you do something?
The doctor will be with you
in just a moment.
Do you know what he had for dinner?
Yes, we both had fish. Why?
It's nothing to 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.
Those 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, finally,
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 moment.
Hold all takeoffs.
When 508 reports,
bring it straight in.
Suspend all meal service
on flights leaving Los Angeles.
Tell all dispatchers
to remain at the post.
- 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 air speed 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 speed 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?
Elaine, 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?
Well...