The name's Striker.
I'm sitting down and facing front.
- Why would you want to know that?
- Striker?
Striker!
- Ted Striker?
- That's right, McCroskey.
I may be in the cockpit, but
there's not much I can do.
We're at the mercy of the computer.
- McCroskey, do you read me?
- Striker?
- McCroskey!
- You're fading out. Come in.
- Damn! Lost them again.
- Could be sunspots.
Or your detergent.
Striker flew that 767 into Chicago
years ago without a crew.
Now, would somebody tell me
what he's doing up there?
The radio's gone dead.
Elaine, try the emergency phone.
Help us, please.
Thank you for calling the mission
control emergency line.
All our operators are busy,
so please stand by.
- Ted, it's a recording.
- Let me have that.
We said all our operators
are busy, so please stand by!
The boys downtown are taking
heat from Washington.
The president will want an explanation.
Bud, let the boys in Washington
handle the president.
Sorry to pull you out of bed.
- Forget it. I was reading.
- What's the story?
It's about an man who catches this
fish, but that's not important now.
We've restored radio contract.
Good. We keep losing their radio.
McCroskey, give it to me straight.
What's it look like?
A radio? It's about so big,
green, lots of knobs.
I mean the situation.
What do your people think?
They're screwed.
They're dead.
Did I leave the iron on?
- Come in, Control.
- We read you. Come in.
McCroskey, I got to
be straight with you.
I don't think I can regain
control of this ship.
Striker, this is Steve McCroskey,
chief controller.
Now, I want you to listen good.
A few years ago I helped a young
pilot through a storm over Chicago.
He said he couldn't do it, too.
But when the going got tough,
that kid pulled it together.
He made all the big papers
and the Canadian Jewish News.
I don't know if
that kid's still got it,
but if he has, I know one thing...
if he was there now, he'd find
a way to turn that bucket around
and get out of there, pronto!
You gave the wrong speech.
I'm not your problem. It's the ship.
The fire made the computer go berserk.
We've lost the crew, and
we're en route to the sun.
Now here's what you do. Stay calm,
keep an eye on those gauges.
Things are going to heat up. We'll
figure out a way around the computer.
What are we going to do?
We're going to have to
blow the computer.
Blow Rok?
- That's right.
- Ted, you can't do it.
What do you mean?
It has a self-defence mechanism.
I can't get around it.
We've already lost three men.
I don't want to lose you, too.
Then I guess it's in God's hands now.
I'm Father O'Flanagan.
I'm a man of God.
And you must trust me when I say
it's likely we're all going to die.
Our top story tonight, fire rages
through downtown Buffalo.
Also in the news, lunar shuttle heads
for the sun and certain disaster.
Our top story tonight, fire rages
through downtown Tokyo.
Also in the news, American lunar
mission locked in death struggle.
A fire in downtown Moscow clears way
for a glorious new tractor factory.
And on the lighter side of the news,
hundreds of capitalists are soon
to perish in shuttle disaster.
If this country was run by vegetarian
women rather than flesh-eating men,
this whole space disaster
would never have happened.
We're working to
raise the consciousness
of the vegetarian minorities
with diet sensitivity training
so that people will be
able to deal...
The key is their computer.
Until we put that ship on manual,
there's nothing we can do.
- Get me that computer program.
- Yes, sir.
- Who's in charge here?
- McCroskey, Control.
- Hallick, Homicide.
- Jacobs, Sagittarius.
We've got our own problems,
so make it good.
A passenger has a bomb
and is suicidal.
Good one.
His name is Joe Salucci.
He was flying to Des Moines for
an operation for sexual impotence.
- The Des Moines lnstitute?
- You know it?
We're familiar with it.
Joe gave his wife this