Cabin Pressure

You better get going.

What? No good-luck kiss for the captain, Captain?

I'm about to make history here.

You know you want to, Reece.

No, I know you want to.

I just think we'd last longer as friends, Jimmy.

So at least you're not saying no way, then.

Just like a kid, huh, Jim?

I was taken, maybe, straight to the bank.

You're starting to remind me a little of someone I used to know.

That's not a bad thing, is it?

I'm not sure.

I think we deserve a pat on the back,

don't you?

Hey, check it out.

Woman: Hey!

Woman #2: Ah! - Man: Champagne.

Corbett Aviation. - Man: Whoo!

And the first 100% automatic pilot flight

in history.

A job well done, everyone.

Corbett: Thank you all so much.

Man: Well, we've all earned it.

Oh, did you get one? - Men: Cheers.

Man: Well done.

Drink up, Tammy.

Hey, come on, Gabriel.

Drink up, man. You deserve it.

Genisys, do your thing.

Tammy: Okay, we have take-off sequence.

Do you copy, Seattle Tower?

Man: We copy, Genisys Center.

So did you bring anything to read? - Yeah, really.

If this thing works, we may be out of jobs.

( chatter ) - ( computers chirping )

Tammy: Checklist up.

Levels are good.

Tammy: All systems functioning.

Tammy: And airborne. - ( exhales )

I did it!

F-ing A, I did it.

Reece: Well done, Mr. Corbett.

Corbett: Thanks to you.

Man: Congratulations, sir.

Wow, this is as good as simulation.

I'm passenger and pilot on the same flight.

( beeping ) - Jimmy, look at these systems.

What the hell?

( alarms beeping ) - Jimmy: This can't be right.

Center...

we appear to have a situation here.

What is it? What's happening?

Jimmy: I'm not sure.

A system failure.

It's all shutting down on us here, guys.

What? That's impossible.

Disengage from the computer.

Jimmy: I already have.

Smythe, go to a soft reboot.

Alan, as soon as we're back on, restore mains.

Tammy, keep trying the backup systems.

I'll try manual override.

( alarm beeping ) - No good, Jimmy. Nothing works.

We have no control.

Jesus.

We're going down. We're going down hard.

Woman: How long have you got till systems?

Man: Altitude decreasing.

Jimmy: We're going down!

Tammy: Genisys, come in.

Pilot: No control. Nothing works.

We're going down.

( alarm beeping ) - ( static hissing )

Woman: Oh, my God. - ( Corbett sighs )

( sirens wailing ) - ( radio chatter )

( chatter ) - ( fire truck horn blaring )

Goddamn you, Wingfield. How could this happen?

You said we were ready. - We were.

Look, Mr. Corbett, it's too early

to start speculating about what actually caused the crash--

This was a computer-controlled aircraft.

What the hell else could it be?

Pilot error?

You heard those guys up there.

They had no idea what was happening.

They had no control.

Oh, I get it now.

I'm the invisible man around here

till something goes wrong?

Stop being paranoid.

In case you've forgotten, two people just died.

Yeah, well, maybe you've forgotten

I designed the system, but you own it.

And you signed off on it.

Mr. F-ing A, I did it.

Get out of here. You're fired.

You can't do that. I have a contract.

And I just bought you out.

And you'll be lucky if I don't sue you

for 50 times that amount by the time the dust has settled.

You slimy bugger.

Do you have any idea what working for you has already cost me?

If I were you, I'd start looking

for another line of work.

Maybe you can get a job gathering wool at a sheep farm down in Oz,

which is where I should have left you in the first place.

Get out of my way. - Hey, take it easy.

Mr. Corbett. Excuse me.

A couple of questions, if I could.

I-- I am not BSing.

I am a pilot.

Wh-- ( sighs )

Why don't you believe me, hmm?

I'm gonna hurt myself.

You want another drink?

You like that money, right?

A little drinkypoo?

Okay, I'm just gonna return the contents of this

to where they came from.

Reporter on TV: Yes, Gene, this was the grim scene

earlier this evening in a farmer's field

on the outskirts of Seattle.

So you knew the pilot and the copilot?

I knew them both.

They were colleagues of mine.

I can't believe this has happened.

Do you have any idea what might have gone wrong

with the Genisys, Captain Robinson?

Reece: No.

Hardaway here.

Okay, I'll meet you at the north door.

Wait for me.

All right, buddy. We know you're there.

Now stand up.

Raise your hands above your head slowly.

All right.

Just don't shoot, okay?

Jesus Murphy.

Bird Dog Dewmont?

Ned?

Is that you?

Oh, my-- I heard you washed up

in a nice blue Corbett Aviation suit, but-- oh, man.

You look good, Mr. Chief of Security.

It's all right. - ( laughs )

I know this lunatic. - Oh, man.

Unbelievable! Hey.

Look at you. Jesus.

What are you doing here, Pete?

I mean, I haven't seen you since--

well, hell, since we all shipped back from the Gulf in '91.

Yeah. Well, this and that, you know.

So what's in the boxes?

Boxes?

Oh, well...

Whoa, that's loud.

Sweet, huh?

Here you go. - How did you get in here?

This place is locked up pretty tight.

Well, it's not that tight. Door was open.

I told you your ass was grass

if you ever forgot to secure one of these doors again.

I didn't, Ned.

I mean, I don't--

Oh, shut up already.

What the hell does my sister see in you, anyway?

Uh, ahem.

See, the thing is, Ned--

Pal, I don't want to piss in your pageant,

but if you think you're actually going to sell

one of these shirts, I mean...

No, I'm not selling these things.

These are, you know, giveaways.

They're promos for my, uh-- my new customers.

Now, check this out.

Sun and Sand Charters, Incorporated, okay?

The Pacific Northwest's first discount, discount holiday travel service.

No kidding. A charter company.

Bird Dog. ( laughs )

Oh, you're still flying, then.

Well, uh, no,

I haven't actually, you know, flown in about two years.

The FAA didn't have much of a sense of humor

when I told them that I flew straighter drunk than sober.

No, they wouldn't. - No, but anyway, I'm working on that one.

And meanwhile, okay, I got a business partner who's got the money,

and I got a line on a lease on a 737.

Okay? So what I'm saying is

all I need right now, all right,

is a dry place to keep these stupid shirts

until I can get the key to my office from the terminal.

Ahem, I don't know, Bird Dog.

This is a private hangar. Ty Corbett's a real hard-ass.

I'm coming from way down, all right,

both personally and professionally.

But I'm on my way back up. - All right, fine.

A day or two, tops, okay?

Hey, you got it. That's, Ned.

I love you, man. You're beautiful.

Okay, well, let's-- let's get this stuff stowed.