Skyjacked

[first lines]

John Bimonte:
[Hank is doing his walk-around the aircraft] Hey, Hank! Ready to go.

Capt. Henry 'Hank' O'Hara:
Wrong! You got a broken cowling latch here.

John Bimonte:
What the hell? I'll get right on it.

Capt. Henry 'Hank' O'Hara:
Take all the time you want, John. You got 10 minutes.

Angela Thacher:
Economy's straight back there.

Elly Brewster:
I'm traveling First Class.

Angela Thacher:
[looking at her ticket, surprised] Oh. Miss Brewster. You'll find your seat right...

Elly Brewster:
...there. You bet I will!

Elly Brewster:
Miss! Miss! In there. Lipstick. There's lipstick in the john.

Angela Thacher:
Lipstick.

Elly Brewster:
Yes, on the mirror. Go and see for yourself.

Angela Thacher:
Wait right here.

[Angies enters and leaves the lavatory, looking very serious]

Elly Brewster:
Did you see it? Did you see it?

Angela Thacher:
[whispering] Would you keep your voice down?

Elly Brewster:
I'm trying to, damn you.

[Angie whispers something in Lovejoy's ear, asking her to go get the Captain]

Angela Thacher:
Miss Brewster? Hey, take it easy, okay?

Elly Brewster:
I never thought about dying before.

Capt. Henry 'Hank' O'Hara:
[over the P.A] I'd like to repeat one thing: this threat is probably a hoax. There is no real cause for alarm. Anchorage is a routine destination for Global. I've told you substantially everything there is to know, but I promise you I'll pass on any further information as soon as I get it. Well, one good thing: all drinks are on the airline for everyone. You can unfasten your seat belts, but keep an eye on the sign as we turn into the airport. Thank you.

Capt. Henry 'Hank' O'Hara:
[On approach to Anchorage] Okay Air Force, you on the line?

Sgt. Ben Puzo:
Yes sir! Sergeant Ben Puzo. Trust your soul to God, Captain, because your ass belongs to me.

Anchorage Approach supervisor:
Sergeant! Regulations don't permit that kind of language!

Capt. Henry 'Hank' O'Hara:
Screw the regulations! Sergeant, I accept your offer.

Jerome K. Weber:
[Pulls pin on grenade, holding it up] All right you heroes, come and get it!

Jerome K. Weber:
[Sees the crew trying to get the FBI agent out of the cargo hold] All right, close it up!

Capt. Henry 'Hank' O'Hara:
There's a man down in that hold! We're almost at 39,000 feet, he'll freeze to death!

Jerome K. Weber:
You put a Federal bastard on MY aircraft? [Cracks O'Hara in the face]

Jerome K. Weber:
Ok, Captain, you want him, go get him! [Cracks O'Hara in the face again] That's what you get for doing your duty! It's standard! More?

Capt. Henry 'Hank' O'Hara:
You're not going to touch me again!

Jerome K. Weber:
[Points gun at O'Hara] I'll kill you!

Capt. Henry 'Hank' O'Hara:
Not me, not anybody on this airplane. You need me. There's no Moscow unless that man comes up out of there! Nobody dies on my airplane! Not me, not him...

Capt. Henry 'Hank' O'Hara:
[motions to agent]

Capt. Henry 'Hank' O'Hara:
...not them...

Capt. Henry 'Hank' O'Hara:
[motions to Sam and John]

Capt. Henry 'Hank' O'Hara:
...not even you, you son of a b*tch!

Sam Allen:
- [Captain O'Hara has tossed him an object that the hijacker had placed in the plane's restroom] What is it?

John Bimonte:
Some kind of a detonator.

Capt. Henry 'Hank' O'Hara:
It's disarmed.

John Bimonte:
What good is it?

Capt. Henry 'Hank' O'Hara:
Well, he left it in the head to prove he wasn't bluffing.

Sam Allen:
How do we know it's a "he"? I mean, the guys I know don't usually wear lipstick.

John Bimonte:
[scoffing] Maybe it's some menopausal broad?

Capt. Henry 'Hank' O'Hara:
Knock it off! Break out the computer, John.

John Bimonte:
Anchorage?

Capt. Henry 'Hank' O'Hara:
Anchorage!

Sgt. Ben Puzo:
[Over the radio with Captain O'Hara, as he guides the jet into Anchorage] Very nice, Captain... If you ever want to earn an honest living, I think I can find you a home in the Air Force, flying cargo. Watch that heading...

Jerome K. Weber:
[On the cockpit radio, shortly after the hijacked plane has landed in Moscow, Russia] This is Sergeant Jerome K. Weber. I'm in command of flight 502. Is your commanding officer standing by?

Moscow radio contact:
We read you.

Jerome K. Weber:
My serial number is 567345787. Length of service: 8 years, 7 months, 22 days. Qualified expert: M-16 rifle, .30 caliber carbine, M-60 machine gun, and .38 caliber pistol. Formerly served: 1st Regiment, 47th Battalion, of the 1st Infantry Division. I am placing myself at the disposal of your government, along with this Boeing 707 jet airliner. Among my passengers is a United States senator, and a federal security agent. I will receive your commanding officer aboard my aircraft at his earliest convenience. I will require a short rest before commencing debriefing and active service. Thank you.