IC 814: The Kandahar Hijack (IC 814: द कंधार हाइजैक)

Prepare for immediate take-off.

-We're taking off? -Don't know.

Lock everything.

-IC 814. Abort take-off! -Ask them to hold their position.

-IC 814, hold your position. -Bowser status?

Not cleared for take-off.

Please be seated. We're taking off. Please be seated.

Chhaya!

He's going to die.

Hold on. Keep breathing, sir.

IC 814, abort take-off!

IC 814, abort take-off!

Max power.

Bowser!

-Take-off. -Shit!

-Put me on. Quick! -Sir.

Sir. The plane has taken off.

I'm sorry, sir.

The canteen was not informed--

Rajesh, come!

This is unacceptable, Vinay.

Somebody had to take a call.

Sir, the government has to take the call. You're also part of the government.

I'm sorry, sir,

but it's not easy for the PM either.

Your opinion was sought by the PM. Others have spoken too.

We have a coalition government, sir.

We have to take all parties into confidence.

Our job is to assess the situation and find out

what choices the Constitution allows us.

Bureaucracy's role ends here.

The Constitution is for the people.

What about the people?

We don't just have a job to do,

we must also do our duty, Vinay.

I wish the pilot had stayed a little longer.

The bowser was almost there.

We were ready. If only we had more time.

He should be here, Vinay.

Sir, he left the meeting because I disagreed with him.

Okay. I'll wait here till we solve this.

That is great, sir, but…

But what?

But if things go wrong then…

If they do, they do.

It'll be my responsibility.

Our own people are on that plane, Vinay.

They put us where we are.

I don't understand. Why are we flying so low?

Yes, Jindal. Any idea how much fuel they have left?

Prabhjot let us down, sir.

The CM refused, so what could he do?

One can't always play by the rule book.

-Sir-- -V K--

Sir, maximum ten minutes of fuel left.

Okay, bring these three files too. Come.

Sir, their civil government members are the same.

But they're only reporting to General Musharraf now.

Your call will go to waste. They won't listen.

May, 1999.

The Pakistani army attacked the Indian army in Kargil.

Pakistan's General Musharraf claimed

it was not the Pakistani army, but some local tribals.

There were many Indian casualties.

Two months later, Indian agencies tapped General Musharraf's phone in China.

-What's the news on that side? -They've started rockets…

The recording made it clear

the Kargil attack was carried out by the Pakistan Army.

Pakistan's PM Nawaz Sharif told Washington Musharraf and his army attacked

without his knowledge.

Musharraf was then ordered to recall the army immediately.

This caused the General some embarrassment.

Three months later, on October 12, 1999,

Musharraf overthrew Nawaz Sharif's government

and declared military rule.

The army moved in as a last resort…

The hijack took place two months later, on 24th of December.

I'll call Sattar anyway.

They know a 200-ton plane can't stay airborne without fuel.

They'll let it land, sir.

Landing isn't all, DRS. We'll need their help too.

No harm trying.

Okay. I'll try and get Sattar on the line.

And, sir, I don't think we should be throwing the Captain under the bus.

-Who is? -We are.

Someone has to be the scapegoat, right?

We're in Pakistan now.

Pray that we have enough fuel to get there.

Greetings.

I understand the urgency of the situation,

but you must also understand, our government has its own problems.

Mr. Abdul Sattar, our offices can take care of the official paperwork.

I was a soldier, yet I am extending a hand in friendship.

Our relations could not be worse than they are now,

but this is our chance to make them better.

Let the plane land and help us.

The world will take note of the new Pakistan government's goodwill.

Yes.

Yes. I can see the plane.

Lahore ATC. IC 814 approaching for emergency landing.

I repeat.

Lahore ATC.

IC 814 approaching for an emergency landing.

Turn off the runway lights.

The airport has turned off the navigation aid.

We cannot locate the runway.

IC 814. Vacate Lahore airspace immediately.

Low on fuel.

Lahore ATC. We're completely out of fuel.

I repeat. We're completely out of fuel.

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!

Sir, if they're really out of fuel, the plane will crash here.

IC 814, vacate Lahore airspace immediately.

IC 814, vacate Lahore airspace immediately.

-Do you need my help? -No.

Use your legs!

I'm trying to lock it.

Use your legs as leverage.

Okay.

Burger, tell him

to shoot me or take that gun away from my neck.

Even you know this is not flying, it's like driving through bumpy fields.

Sir, there are foreign nationals on board.

Not good for General Musharraf.

Connect me to Mr. Mehmood.

Low terrain.

Sunil.

Prepare to land.

Sir?

-Where, sir? -I don't know.

I'm still deciding.

Cabin crew, prepare for an emergency landing.

Brace for impact.

I repeat. Cabin crew, prepare for an emergency landing.

Brace for impact.

Too low. Gear.

See that dark spot ahead?

Yes, Captain.

I'll try to land there.

It may be uninhabited.

If we're lucky, some people might survive.

That's the best I can do, team.

Sir.

Engine One fuel running out.

God.

IC 814, Lahore is open for you. Proceed for landing.

Navigation aid is back.

Engine One flamed out.

Brace for impact.

Brace for impact.

Are you okay?

Heads down.

Heads down, everyone!

Can we bandage him to stop the bleeding?

-No, Chhaya, the cut is too deep. -Try this.

-Maybe antiseptic would work? -He needs a doctor.

-9-G has a doctor. Can I call him? -There's a doctor, yes.

What do you people want?

What do you want?

We want to go home.

So do we, Chhaya.

If you know what I mean.

1-B.

Sir, please come quickly.

They're really not well.

Uncle.

Uncle. Okay, okay. You'll be all right. Just breathe.

I'm a dermatologist.

You're still a doctor, right?

You can still help. In some way… He's not…

-Okay. -Sir.

Just breathe.

Arun, his oxygen's almost out.

-Is there another cylinder? -Let me check.

Uncle. Okay, just… It'll be fine.

Don't worry, uncle.

Indrani.

Chief.

He's lost a lot of blood. We must get him to a hospital.

Now.

Someone must have some way of helping us.

-How much longer do you need? -Ten or 15 minutes.

Then take-off immediately.

Yes, brother.

It's Amjad. I'm sure.

Who is he working for?

If we knew that, we'd know their demands.

It's ISI, I'm telling you. The General wants revenge.

It's a story the press will buy, but…

Let's give the ISI story to the press. But what do we say in there?

That we are fucked.

There'll be another inquiry soon.

IC 814, refueling is done. Prepare for take-off.

Let's go. Now.

Chief, I beg you.

Can we leave those two passengers here?

They'll get medical attention.

No.

The doors will not open.

Many are yet to die, Captain.