MH370: The Plane That Disappeared

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How is it possible for an airliner to disappear out of thin air?

There's a million different theories that people could tell you about MH370, but

one of them is right.

There's a theory going around…

Hijacking. Mechanical failure. Meteorite hitting it.

Pilot suicide.

Who knows?

Two hundred and thirty-nine innocent people.

Someone knows.

Someone definitely knows.

So much about this flight simply doesn't add up.

This very mysterious and very suspicious

cargo could be at the heart

of what happened to MH370.

It appears to be part of the wing system called the flaperon.

The first time I saw that,

my honest feeling was,

"Who planted it there?"

"Who brought the piece there?"

I've been accused of being a Russian spy,

a Chinese spy.

It is just patently ridiculous.

We are equally puzzled as well.

There is new information coming in that is reshaping the theories…

The search was in the wrong area.

We'll never have peace until we know where they are.

- - They're lying from the beginning.

They are lying to the whole world.

It was a deliberate act.

It's possible it was hijacked.

We don't know.

Fuck Malaysia!

Malaysia is lying!

I have the real evidence.

It's there. And you can't deny that.

Planes go up.

Planes go down.

What planes don't do

is just vanish off the face of the Earth.

We don't have the answers.

This is one of the great mysteries in aviation history.

MH370 is a mystery whose malevolence is still with us today.

It's a snake that is still alive.

As an aviation journalist,

you know, this is like the bat signal shined on the clouds.

It has its hooks in me.

And I had to investigate.

So, the flight was a red-eye

from Kuala Lumpur to Beijing.

The plane was going to take off around midnight

and fly through the night, and arrive in Beijing around dawn.

Everything was routine.

There were 227 passengers.

And 12 crew.

My husband and I, Hazrin,

were working for Malaysia Airlines as cabin crew.

We have one daughter and I was heavily pregnant,

so I was not working.

He was rostered for Beijing, and it was winter.

I still remember he packed his

fluffy jacket… …in his bag.

My husband, Paul Weeks, and I lived in Australia

with our two young sons.

Paul was preparing to start a new job in China.

He said to me, "Look, do you want me to go?"

Because Jack was young and…

and so was Lincoln,

and it was 28 days on, 14 days off.

And I said to him, "Of course."

I had been living in Beijing

with my children for almost six years.

My children had been on school holidays in Malaysia and I was on my way to meet them

in Beijing to spend

the second week of holidays with them.

The day before, I had spoken to my wife.

Everything was fine. They were happy we were meeting.

There was another message from my daughter saying,

"I'm at the airport in Kuala Lumpur."

"I'm happy because I'm going to see my daddy again."

His plane was called, and…

It was obviously very emotional. There was a lot of tears.

The boys, you know, blew kisses, said, "I love you."

And he walked out that door.

And that was like it was yesterday.

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370, 32 right for take-off. Good night.

32 right, cleared for take-off, Malaysian 370.

Thank you. Bye.

Hazrin called me before the plane took off.

Last…

Last thing he said was, "I love you."

Ah.

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So, 41 minutes past midnight, the plane takes off.

It's a clear night. Everything's very calm.

It climbs to cruising altitude.

It heads out over the South China Sea.

Malaysian, uh, 370, maintaining level three five zero.

Shortly after one o'clock in the morning

is when things start to get strange.

The plane is about to leave Malaysian airspace.

They're going to be handed to the next set of air traffic controllers in Vietnam.

So, the Malaysians said…

Malaysian 370, contact Ho Chi Minh 120, decimal 9.

Good night.

As the plane approaches the limits of Malaysian airspace,

the captain of the flight, Zaharie Ahmad Shah,

gets on the radio and says…

Uh, good night, Malaysian 370.

And then 90 seconds later,

the plane suddenly goes electronically dark.

It vanishes from radar.

That is basically where the mystery begins.

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I was awakened by a phone call at 2:20 in the morning.

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I was told that flight MH370 is missing from our system.

We knew this is very, very unusual. Extremely unusual.

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When I arrive at the Emergency Operation Center…

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I felt numb and I was very nervous.

We requested Thailand, Hong Kong, as well as Vietnam,

to call and communicate with MH370.

But they told us that there was no response at all.

Between 4 o'clock in the morning until 6:30, we were virtually scrambling.

We were calling everyone that we can get hold of,

hoping that the aircraft could have landed somewhere in Vietnam, or in Hong Kong,

or somewhere in China before it arrived in Beijing.

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As the time grows nearer

to 6:30 a.m…

…we knew there was something seriously wrong.

We have breaking news.

Malaysia Airlines confirms it has lost contact

with a plane carrying 227 passengers…

…6:30 in the morning in Beijing. At this stage, very sketchy details…

Just to re, re… uh…

remind you of what we're finding out.

The flight number is MH370. It was expected…

…Boeing 777 seems to have vanished into thin air.

This was absolutely my worst nightmare.

What do we tell the family members?

What do we tell the media?

I was already getting calls

from several media, including CNN.

On the phone with us is Malaysian Airlines Vice President of Operations.

Mr, Sharuji, I appreciate you being with us.

What's the latest you can tell us about this aircraft?

Okay, the aircraft has got about seven hours of fuel.

And we suspect that by 8:30, this aircraft would have run out of fuel.

At the moment, we have got no idea where this aircraft is right now.

As senior officers,

you are trained to expect the worst-case scenario.

You are trained to handle crisis management.

But when it happens,

it's… it's… it's… it's different because you don't have a clue.

You don't have a clue then where is the aircraft.

Early in the morning of the eighth,

the search-and-rescue had been activated.

The standard operating procedures is to go

to the location where we lost the aircraft on the radar screen.