Sky Pirates

According to legend, extraterrestrials,

spacemen from other planets, visited Earth

in prehistoric times.

Primitive people called them gods.

It was said that these ancient time travellers

left behind them evidence of their visits.

Strange archaeological wonders,

scattered about our planet Earth.

Stonehenge in Great Britain, perhaps an ancient calendar.

The great pyramids of Egypt, said to be a vast storehouse

of secret mathematical and scientific information

as old as time itself.

From prehistoric times,

the forces of both good and evil have been working

to unlock these secrets left as a legacy by the gods.

Centuries ago, a sacred stone tablet was hidden

in a subterranean cavern and guarded

by a chosen race of people.

Within this stone tablet, lay the key

to all earthly power and knowledge.

It's a stone.

This tablet was broken into three pieces,

which was stolen by grave robbers.

Oh, dammit!

It was August, 1945,

just before the end of World War II.

All I knew was what I'd been told,

report to a secret air base and fly

an American plane to Washington.

Identification.

Flight Lieutenant Harris.

I'm sorry, sir.

Okay, Corporal.

Flight Lieutenant Harris.

Appleton.

How's the arm? - Fine, thanks, sir.

Good, keep smiling.

Thank you, sir.

So that was Harris.

I thought he was dead.

No, he's not dead.

If it wasn't for him, I would be.

Sir, I'll put your bag on the plane.

Come here.

Good boy.

Well, Harris.

Savage.

Squadron leader Savage now, Harris.

I'm in charge of this mission,

and this time you'll do as I say.

- Yes, sir. - Welcome aboard.

- Savage. - General.

- So this is your famous flight, Lieutenant Harris.

I'm Hackett. - General.

- Heard a lot of nice things about you, Harris.

Of course, my government would never have cleared you

to fly one of our machines if you weren't known

as one of the best pilots in the business.

I hope you know

the Pacific as, ah, well as your reputation says you do.

Spoils of war, General.

That's Kentucky whiskey.

Just part of our precious cargo, Harris.

That part of our precious cargo?

Thank you.

Yeah. After you.

Harris.

Glad you could make it, Reverend.

Squadron Leader.

- Flight Lieutenant Harris. This is Reverend Mitchell.

He's with the Australian Institute of Theology.

He'll be coming with us. - Reverend.

How do you do?

I'd like you to meet my assistant, Melanie,

who is also my daughter.

Welcome aboard.

Now I'm looking forward to this flight.

Unfortunately, not this time.

That is unfortunate.

Let's get going.

Reverend.

Carry on.

Bye, Dad. Take care.

Yeah, right. Over here.

Sullivan.

I think we left the best piece behind.

Flight 109,

you are clear to taxi along flightpath two.

Roger, tower.

Guardian Angel to flight 109er.

We have to leave you here.

Have a safe trip home, over.

- Flight 109er to Guardian Angel, thank you.

See you later. Out.

- Spencer, can you give me a course projection?

Yes sir.

We're currently on heading zero four niner.

That's a crazy course for Washington.

Who plotted that?

I did.

Ah.

Oh well, I hear French Polynesia's

very nice this time of year.

Our orders, flight lieutenant,

are to go Bora Bora on route to Washington.

We have to collect an associate of the Reverend Mitchell's

who's involved in the same line of research.

What kind of research is that?

Classified.

Ah, that kind.

Can you take over for a while? I wanna stretch my legs.

- Next refilling stop is in two hours, sir.

Thank you, Spencer.

- Logan, would you get me some of my medicine?

Enjoying the flight, General?

Nah.

Not too crazy about flying, Reverend?

I usually try to avoid it at all costs.

This trip is necessary, unfortunately.

I love flying.

Heights I'm not too fond of.

This your work?

This is my life.

What's in that cargo, Reverend?

- Oh, just a few old bits and pieces, flight lieutenant.

And part of an ancient jigsaw puzzle.

- You all right? What is going on back there?

Get up here and fly this plane.' On the double!

Case this crate! Steady, Savage!

109er to require escort.

What the hell's happening?

- We're under attack. - I'm taking over.

Where's that escort?

- Sir, I'm not getting any response from Valentine.

Harris, take evasive action'.

Sullivan, contact the escort!

We're under attack!

Order them to open up and fly in blind!

Fly in blind? What at?

The enemy!

- Come in flight, 109er! We're under enemy attack!

Respond immediately, over!

Anyone see the enemy?

Flight 109, we've lost visual contact.

Tanker flight 109er to fighter escort.

Do you read, over? Come in, dammit!

Where the hell are you, Valentine?

Nothing, nothing in sight, sir.

Some escort you've given me.

- Samota, this is special flight 109. Do you read, over?

Come in 109. We read you loud and clear.

- Do you have our Dakota on your radar scope, over?

- Negative. We have two blips only, you and your partner,

The Dakota disappeared from our scope a few moments ago.

Thank you, Samota, out.

Abbott, we've only got two hours of fuel left.

Let's circle back.

I'll take the left flank.

- What is it, Harris? - I don't believe it, sir.

What have you done?

- "SOS, Titanic, collided with iceberg off Newfoundland."

This follows their position.

- Impossible, the Titanic sank over 30 years ago.

Come on.

Harris!

Holy hell.

We understand there has been a shooting.

The presidential car coming up now.

We know it's the presidential car.

I can see Mrs. Kennedy.

Tranquillity base here.

The eagle has landed.

- That's one small step for man, one giant leap...

Sullivan, send down a mayday'.

The thing is hot!

- They're blaming us'. - They're crooks!

The bastard.'

Christ, look...

Back up'.

We're going in, Savage. Tell the others.

Get the life jackets ready. Savage?

Brace yourselves'.

Great. Great.

What do we do now? Sink?

Uh!

Jump to it, Savage.

We've got 30 seconds to get outta here

before this crate sinks.

Hackett, take this dingy, get it out.

Right.

Squadron leader, help me with this box.

- You're not putting that thing in the dinghy, Savage.

- We're delivering this cargo. And that's an order.

I lost five good men up there.

I'm not risking any more lives for this.

You can't!

Too late. Okay, General, move it.

I'm gonna have you court martialed.

- See you in court. - You're my witness to this,

General Hackett.