Merry Christmas.
Thanks.
Excuse me.
Got him.
Lieutenant, you were right. He was in the toy store.
And he bought a stuffed animal.
He's on his way to see a new girlfriend.
How can you be so sure?
I don't have to see her. I know Weaver.
She's about 5'7", 5'8", blond.
Not the platinum kind.
She's about 125 pounds.
Probably a college graduate.
Definitely well-read.
Weaver likes to talk and wants someone who can talk back.
- See that teddy bear he's carrying? - What about it?
Murder comes next. He's in the wooing phase.
I spent the last two years following this son of a bitch.
He's a piece of shit. Don't you two ever forget it.
Look, lieutenant, this isn't L.A., so just stay cool.
Hold up, guys!
Coming.
Merry Christmas, Laura.
- Oh, Ryan, he's so cute. - Yeah, I thought so too.
I'm sorry about not getting it wrapped. I was in a rush...
You didn't have to wrap it.
I love it.
And I love you.
Come here.
Sit down.
You're the best thing to happen to me in a long time.
You know that?
Give me a kiss.
- Down! - On the floor!
Hands behind your back!
Give them to me.
- Roll him over! - What's going on?
Hello, Weaver.
What are you doing?
What's the matter with you?
- 5'7" and blond? - He's out of his mind.
Come on, get him on his feet. Come on.
Merry Christmas.
Hi, Ray. I was...
...expecting Stephen.
Mr. Helfet told me to give you this.
Where is he?
He didn't stay.
Thank you, Ray.
I'm actually more concerned about this real big storm...
I did not beat him.
- I restrained him. - We don't need a problem with you.
There won't be an incident on the plane.
- That's because you're not going. - Look, all right.
All right, all right. I'm coming back.
Are you my chaperon?
After what happened today? Yeah, lieutenant, I am.
Lieutenant?
Is that thanks to me?
I'm going back to L.A. I'll be waiting for you on the tarmac.
- They won't let you fly back with me? - I don't want to wait.
You're always lying.
I think a little honesty would be good for our relationship, don't you?
Tell me something.
How did you plant that evidence in my car?
What difference would it make?
Knowing what you did and you are a cop.
How can you look in the mirror?
I like what I see. I'm proud I got you off the street.
Is it fame?
Is that why you screwed me?
Did you want to solve one big case before you retired, write a book?
You didn't even make the news.
See? You watched. This must really burn your ass.
You track me for two years and you still get no respect.
L.A.'s a tough place for a killer.
You have a lot of competition. You should have killed a celebrity.
I never killed anybody.
And you know it.
- Yeah, right. - Wow, look at this!
Boy, somebody really got into the Christmas spirit. It's so pretty.
Two crews made a bet over the best decorations.
- This was the loser. - You're kidding.
I'm so junior, I get all the holiday flights.
Only five passengers, and we get Christmas in L.A.
Wait a minute. We may have our hands full. It's now 11 passengers.
- Six more, still a piece of cake. - No. Six men. FAA 214.
Estimated flight time to L.A. Is 5 hours, 49 minutes.
It could get a little bumpy.
Who are these prisoners we're transporting?
One of them's a bank robber.
The other one is the...
..."Lonely Hearts Strangler."
Uncle Sam casts a cloud on Christmas.
When did that happen?
I don't know.
Let us know when you're ready.
- Did you flatten my coat? - I didn't...
No, I want to sit on the aisle.
- I like to sit on the aisle. - I should sit on the aisle.
Please don't argue.
I don't want to hear you say you were right all along.
- You said I was rushing in London. - No, you know...
At least you didn't do what I did and marry the wrong guy...
...after a 5-minute romance.
- You did that? - I did it twice.
I am just now getting over the need to make men happy. It's pathetic.
You've got time. You've got your whole career ahead of you.
Really...
...just wait for the right guy to come along.
Whoa, whoa. FAA regulations. Please step off the vehicle.
I'll stow it for you.
You live in L. A?
My dad does.
Seats and lavatories clear.
They're coming on now.
Merry Christmas.
Okay, you're four rows down on the left.
I need a 28.8 jack immediately after takeoff.
Is that a problem?
Hey, captain.
You're late. I requested you be here before the other passengers.
It was my understanding the flight was almost empty.
I'm sorry.
I think you'll find everything in order.
Four weapons. That's it? Nothing else?
I carry a.38 backup.
- It's not on the manifest. - Most pilots don't have a problem.
I do. If it's not on the manifest, it has to ride up front with me.
What are you looking at?
Shut up.
I want the restraints kept on for the entire flight.
We weren't planning on taking them off.
- Okay, let's go. - Come on.
Don't fucking push me, man.
Any more verbal abuse...
...and I will gag you.
Hi.
- Excuse me, what's the movie? - It's a Wonderful Life.
What's the name of that song they were singing...
...as they were walking down Main Street?
Cool it.
Plays are great, but you're always in medium-long shot, you never go in.
Right here.
- Middle seat. - I'll take this one.
Don't worry about the coat, sit down.
You shouldn't do that.
- Do what? - Make eye contact.
- You never know what they're up to. - What did they do?
The guy with the dark hair, the one that likes you, he's a serial killer.
- Are you kidding? - He raped and killed five girls.
Plus some cops say that Weaver couldn't have done it.
A perfect argument for capital punishment.
He doesn't look like a serial killer.
Did you ever see Ted Bundy?
He was a real charmer. Mark Harmon played him in the TV movie.
What's that?
Not on the manifest, not on the aeroplane.
Those guys have seen too many Dirty Harry movies. Checklist.
- Doors? - Closed.
- Cabin preparation? - Complete. Call for pushback.
This one always sticks.
Seasons greetings from the cockpit.
Though we're fortunate to leave New York before this blizzard hits...
...we still face a rough flight.
Flight time is 5 hours and 49 minutes.
About 20 minutes longer than usual.
Latest Los Angeles weather is overcast skies with showers.
Welcome aboard.
Hello, and welcome aboard.
Whenever we fly, wherever we fly, we at Transcontinental...
Flight attendants, please be seated for takeoff.
Trans Con 47 heavy, pull to runway 31 left.
I hate these icy takeoffs.
- On. - Checklist is complete.
You're cleared for takeoff, Trans Con 47 heavy.
Trans Con 47, rolling.
Power is good. We have four stable engines.
Trans Con 47, contact departure. Good day.
Roger, Trans Con 47.
Thank you.
- Flip you for lower business. - That's your section.
Normally, but today's not a normal day.
Those prisoners give me the creeps.
I thought you'd take them as a sympathetic gesture.
Yeah, well...
...l'm not as patient as you are.
Heads or tails?
Heads.
It'll take your mind off Stephen.
Thanks a lot.
What would you like to drink?
Heineken.
Merry Christmas.
Can I get you something to drink?
Orange juice, please.
What would you like?
What do you like?
- I'll have champagne. - Like hell you will.
Okay, I'll have a Bloody Mary. Hold the vodka and the Tabasco.
If you wanted a tomato juice, why not just say so?
- What's your name? - Hey!
Teri.
I'll have whatever you like, Teri. Okay?
Apple juice.
- That would be great. - Make that two.
Thank you.
Coke, please.
And what would you like?
I'd like to nail you.
That's two strikes, Stubbs.
One more and I will gag you.
You got a short fuse, marshal.
Gonna be a long flight.
Sorry about that, miss. He won't be bothering you again.
Sir?
Just bring me a Coke.
"Buffalo Gals." The song from It's a Wonderful Life.
That was driving me crazy.
- I dated a criminal once. - Only one?
He owned a used car lot. They busted him for turning back the odometers.
How could you trust someone like that?
Figured I did the same thing when I told him I was 21.
She's really cute.
Yeah, just your type.
I know it's meaningless to mention...
...but a detective planted the evidence that convicted me.
You're innocent?
Yes, I am.
Duly noted.
Are you married?
Yeah, but I don't wear rings. I don't like jewelry.
You don't have to defend yourself to me.
Was that a tough sell to your wife? The "I don't wear jewelry" bit?
Weaver, I know you'd like to entertain yourself...
...by engaging me in a challenging conversation...
...but I like to read on a plane.
Okay.
Duly noted.
Aldo, I watched Inside Edition last night. How come you wasn't on it?
Because I was doing Oprah instead.
- Didn't you get the message? - What message?
Hard Copy called.
They did?
Hines.
Coffee.
Great, you read my mind.
And served with such style and grace.
That's easy after a zillion miles. Cream and sugar.
Skim milk and saccharine.
Oh, God. Why do I do this to myself?
An old man trying to stay fit in a young world.
You're supposed to stick up for me.
I'm just looking at the clouds. We heading into rain?
Yeah, three heavies in front reported serious turbulence.
We're changing course, try to vector around it.
May put us 10 minutes behind schedule. Better let the crew know.
That is an easy order on this flight.
We've had reports of rough air west of us.
We'll leave the seat belt sign off as we steer clear of the weather.
However, I recommend that while seated, keep your seat belts fastened.
I'll have the steak, please.
Me too.
I bet one of them has a heart attack before we land.
And what will you have?
What do you recommend?
The turkey.
Turkey?
If that's what you like, then that's what I'll have.
You got it.
But I'm a vegetarian.
Turkey.
I'll have the same.
And what would you like?
I gotta hit the head.
You went before we took off.
I gotta go again.
Let him go in his pants.
Come on. He's not an animal.
Turn around. Mind your own business.
It's your call, Marty, but I say no.
Give the man his dignity. That's not right.
Damn!
- You gonna behave yourself? - What am I gonna do with chains on?
Marty, don't be soft.
Don't tell me what to do. You both go with him and stay with him.
Shit. Come on, man.
Move it, Hillbilly Bob.
All right.
- Good decision. - Shut up.
You know, I could go too, Marty.
Okay, let's get this over with.
We'll all go before we eat. Come on.
I'm already potty-trained.
- You're going to the bathroom. - I don't have to. I'm fine.
No. We're going, so you're going.
This is getting silly.
When my bodily functions kick in, you'll be the second to know.
We disturb the passengers every time we do this, so we do it now.
- What passengers? - I won't tell you again. Let's go.
That was the seat belt warning. You'll have to go back to your seats.
We're not done here.
From what I see, nobody has to do anything. Now, you have to sit down.
You heard the lady.
Let's go.
We gotta get back.
Be right out.
- Come on. - I'm washing my hands.
This is the captain. Expect a rough ride for the next 15 minutes.
We've turned on the seat belt sign...
...so please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts.
What are you doing?
"Hillbilly Bob"?
Sir, you'll have to take your seats now.
What's going on?
Zip it up.
Al?
- What is it? - Stay where you are.
What was that?
Everybody down!
Weaver, don't get any ideas.
I wouldn't think of it. The seat belt sign is on.
Let him go!
Back off.
Back off!
You do what I tell you, or I'll kill him.
- Do and you're a dead man. - I'm dead already.
Let him go!
Marty...
...l'm sorry.
This is really touching.
You boys want to hug each other?
Now...
...let's get it.
I better check it out.
Get back!
Bastard.
This is Trans Con 47 heavy declaring an emergency.
Losing cabin pressure, would like to descend immediately.
Stand back!
Crossing traffic below you. Maintain your altitude.
Flight attendant to flight deck, please.
Verify your cabin pressure, if possible.
Autopilot flight selected.
Autopilot disengage.
Cabin pressure.
Trans Con 47 to Cleveland, say your altitude.
Autopilot engage.
Trans Con 47, how do you read?
Watch it! Easy!
Oh, God!
Drop your gun!
No, Marshall Dillon. You throw down your gun.
You drop it, or I'll do her.
Stubbs...
...let her go.
Stay out of this!
Let her go!
Why?
Because she gave you juice?
Put a bullet through her head, by the time it comes out...
...you'll have five in you.
She okay?
You all right?
Bullshit.
He won't shoot.
He goes to the pistol range and practices on cardboard versions of you.
Look at his face.
He wants to take you out, Stubbs.
Let her go, Stubbs.
We need a hostage.
Wake up, Stubbs. We have a dozen hostages already.
We have the upper hand, don't do anything stupid and give it back.
Take it easy.
Got it?
Give me your gun.
Get him to drop his.
Look, Stubbs may be a moron, but he's a professional.
He's not gonna let her go until you're disarmed.
I won't give you my gun.
Why not?
I already have one.
I didn't see the need to wave it like an idiot.
We seem to have a surplus of idiots already.
You okay?
You sure?
You lost, Douglas.
I'll take that, cowboy.
See, I am the professional.
Stubbs, listen to me...
Not so tough now, are you?
Look at me!
Let's have us a little skydiving exhibition.
- What are you doing? - He's getting out!
- You can't open the... - Shut up!
Don't touch that door!
Sit down, sugar.
Okay, asshole, open the door. Open it and say "Geronimo"!
All right, you can say "Crazy Horse," just open the fucking door!
No, she's telling you the truth!
One. Two.
Three!
Shit!
Betty, follow me.
Notify the pilot.
Teri, get a pulse.
- He's still breathing. - Okay. Danny, get a blanket.
Not for long unless you get the bleeding stopped. What's procedure?
An emergency landing.
- I'll go to the flight deck. - I'll go.
You're not in charge.
The important thing is to save his life. I'm not trained for it.
Carl, go with him.
Give me the key to the cockpit. Come on.
Here you go, Maggie.
Could you help me with my wife, please? Please!
- Betty, get some water, please. - We may need more blankets.
We've lost radio control with Trans Con 47...
...he's at your 5:00, 15 miles opposite direction, 2000 above you.
Relay to him contact Indy Center now on 128.3.
He's in distress.
- I have a National 890. - Roger, Cleveland...
...that's Indy Center on 128.3.
Cleveland Center, American National 890, no reply from Trans Con 47.
Do you have another frequency you want us to try them on?
Negative, American National 890. Thanks for your help.
Trans Con declaring an emergency.
We've lost all communications with Trans Con 47.
The plane took a steep dive but has levelled off and seems steady.
- It's off the airway... - They got major storm activity ahead.
We have its location and it's on autopilot.
If it continues on its heading...
All right, notify the FAA and get me the FBI.
Marcy, priority call.
Go and check.
How is he?
Oh, God. This is bad.
What did Ted say?
He bumped his head bad, but he's okay.
He's got clearance and we'll be on the ground in about 20 minutes.
Jesus, God.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
Are you all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
"It's a wonderful life."
When we land, what happens then?
I'll be transferred back to death row.
And I'll wait in my little cell...
...until however long it takes.
Have you ever been married?
I was engaged.
- Was engaged? - He broke it off.
I always wanted to be married.
Have a family, a kid.
I always wanted a son.
I don't know why I always do this to myself.
Did you do what they say you did?
No.
No, I never killed anyone.
Because what you did up here is save lives. You saved my life.
That's not going to mean anything down there.
They'll think I orchestrated the whole thing.
It will matter.
You don't know the guy that framed me.
Who's that?
They give you a last meal.
But I'm going to ask them for a last song.
Maybe a beat in my head will distract me when they strap me in...
...stick the needle in my arm and watch me die.
We're not descending.
Maybe he hasn't found a good spot.
I'm gonna go up and check. I'll be back down.
Okay.
Ted?
Trans Con 47, do you read?
Please acknowledge on emergency frequency 133. 75...
...I repeat, 133. 75.
Trans Con 47 heavy, from company CBC, we're assuming lost communication.
If you read, squawk on 7700. Repeat, 7700.
Squawk ident to transporter code 7700.
We show you tracking jet 146...
...on level 350, and are protecting the airspace ahead.
Ted?
We're still not receiving your transmissions.
Trans Con 47, if you read, acknowledge...
...on emergency frequency 133. 75.
I repeat, 133. 75.
Trans Con 47, if you copy, please acknowledge.
Bingo! Someone just flashed his ident.
Okay, Trans Con 47, we got you. We copy your ident.
Please contact on emergency frequency 133.75.
I repeat, 133.75.
What's the status on the prisoners?
Trans Con 47, if you can hear me, squawk ident.
If you can hear me, squawk ident.
- Are you positive? - I saw it clear as day.
Someone hit that switch. Maybe it wasn't a pilot.
Someone who didn't know they hit it.
Who the hell is flying the goddamn plane?
- It's on autopilot. - Maybe they're trying to communicate.
Maybe they don't know how to respond on the transmitter.
We need an instructor pilot in type.
I need a 747-200 right now...
...less than 500 miles radius from that Trans Con.
Tower Air 91, CMC, Captain Bowen, you're now linked for relay...
...on 133. 75. We'll be standing by.
Trans Con 47, this is Tower 91 on Trans Con crisis request.
If anyone can hear me...
...press the ident button on the center console.
Repeat: Press the ident button on the right side of the console.
Trans Con 47, we've got you. We copy your ident.
- Well done, Tower 91. - Roger, CMC.
Good show, Trans Con 47.
Now we'll find the VHF tuning panel...
...on the middle left side of the center console.
It has two small frequency windows marked "active" and "standby."
The active frequency should read 133.75 in green numbers.
About four inches below that is a small switch marked R/T-INT.
That's your transmit switch.
Position your boom mike in front of your mouth. When I tell you...
...push the R/T switch forward, hold it and say your name...
...then let go of the switch to listen. Do it now.
My name is Teri.
Teri Halloran.
Pleased to meet you, Teri. Captain Samuel Bowen here.
Now remember, to speak, push the R/T switch up...
...hold it, talk, then release it. Got that?
Got it.
Trans Con 47...
...this is Rachel Taper from Trans Con Crisis Center.
Are you a passenger?
I'm a flight attendant based out of New York. My employee number is...
We don't need that. What's the status of your flight crew?
Dead. Both are dead. One prisoner escaped and there was a shootout.
All the marshals are dead. What do I do?
This is Frank Sinclair, FBI. Who is actually flying the aircraft?
Nobody.
I'm up here all alone.
Where's the rest of the crew?
Below with the other prisoner, Ryan Weaver.
Try to keep her calm.
- Is this plane going to crash? - No, you're not gonna crash.
- How do you know? - We're monitoring flight systems...
...on the central maintenance computer.
We're heading into a storm. Don't we have to land now?
Teri, try to stay calm.
The most important thing to do is to just stay calm.
Okay.
I'm calm. Now what?
Whatever you do, don't touch the autopilot switch.
I won't.
The good news is, you are flying the most sophisticated plane ever built.
But what if this sophisticated plane flies into an unsophisticated storm?
I hear you, but this plane has a great track record.
Patch me through to the Department of Defence. Teri, stay calm.
Yeah. Calm.
That's me.
- Aldo, I have a question. - Go ahead.
Internal Affairs has been asking if we think you planted the evidence.
- What did you say? - I said no.
I'd never tell them anything.
But did you plant the teddy bear in Weaver's trunk?
- You're damn right I did. - Hey, Hines!
- You got a telephone call. - After lunch.
It's someone from the Crisis Control Center at LAX.
- It's about Weaver. - Holy shit.
Trans Con 47 heavy, flight level 350, tracking 245 degrees.
Approaching area of severe weather at her 12:00, 200 miles.
At her present speed she'll enter the weather boundary in 23 miles.
I'd like you with the others. We're heading into a storm.
And I'd like to hold on to the gun.
You don't like me, do you?
We were seated in your section, but you made Teri wait on us.
Didn't you?
Yes, to help her forget about her problems.
What problems?
She ended a relationship recently.
You're very smart.
You didn't lie to me.
You can tell that I can tell when somebody's lying.
Can't you, Maggie?
You're sharp, I noticed that.
When?
When did you notice it?
Say it.
Don't be afraid. When?
Just say it.
When you persuaded the other agent...
...to let the prisoner go to the bathroom.
You were hoping something might develop.
Come on.
Everybody back into the crew bunk, please.
- What? - Everybody into the crew bunk.
Round them up.
Come on, come on! Let's go.
Everybody back into the crew cabin.
Come on. Open the door, Maggie.
Go open the door.
Excuse me.
- We can't all fit in here! - We'll fit!
Just keep moving.
Yeah, do something. Come on, Carl, you the man.
Look, why don't we...
- Get up. Up the stairs. - Okay.
Get up! Move!
Give me the key.
Those people did nothing to hurt you. Why hurt them?
What's your favourite book, Maggie?
I read Stephen King.
- You're alone a lot, right? - What do you mean?
Men don't look at you anymore, not the ones you want.
Your plumbing's getting rusty. What do you have to look forward to?
You might get it, but then what?
Can you kill?
I started with birds, then I moved on to cats and girls.
If you can kill me, Maggie, go for it.
What did you do with Teri?
I think you should be concerned with yourself.
I don't like you, either, Maggie. You rub me the wrong way.
Get in!
Teri, we need to teach you about the operation of the autoflight system.
Specifically how to use the autopilot...
...before we can begin to discuss your descent.
Discuss my what?
Teri, this is Rachel Taper again. Listen carefully.
We think that you can land this plane with Capt. Bowen's help.
I'll get the senior flight attendant.
- Teri, no! Stay where you are. - Why?
You need to program the autopilot so we can vector you past the storm.
It's a level six storm.
Is that a six on a scale from one to ten?
No, Teri. On a scale of one to six.
I'm getting Maggie. She can handle this better than me.
No, stay where you are.
Do not leave the flight deck. We have to stay in contact.
Okay.
I'm hanging.
Trans Con 47 is maintaining her pre-programmed flight path.
Los Angeles Police Department, please.
- Is this an emergency? - Yes, Rampart division.
- Lieutenant, I have a call for you. - Yeah.
- Hines. - Don't you mean Lt. Hines?
How are you, Aldo?
- Weaver, what's going on? - It wasn't a pretty scene.
The other prisoner killed the marshals.
Then I came in and saved the day. I took care of him.
Aldo?
- I heard you. - You don't believe me?
- Where's the pilot? - They're dead.
Both of them.
So who's in charge up here? Me.
- LAPD. - Come on through, sir.
All right. Ryan, you want a...
Now I'm Ryan and not Weaver, huh?
That's an improvement.
- You want to negotiate? - No, I don't.
- I'm going to crash the plane. - Look...
...if you land, we can talk.
Both the pilots are dead!
There's nobody flying this plane. It's not gonna land.
What do you want to talk about? What would you like to talk about?
You want to talk about getting me a new trial, huh?
You want to talk about admitting that you planted that evidence on me?
Maybe you'd like to talk to the FBI?
Fuck the FBI!
I'm talking to you!
Where are you?
Put the call on the speaker.
- LAX. - LAX, that's perfect.
You the authority on me now? You tell them what I'm gonna do next?
- What are you gonna do? - You're not listening!
You're not fucking listening!
You don't want to talk to me. Why don't you speak...
I'm not talking to anyone. This plane isn't landing.
I'm 35,000 feet in the air with no pilots!
And even if I did get down, what would I have to look forward to?
You'd have 20 guns at my head!
I'd go back to prison to await my execution!
I'm smarter than that! And I'm fucking smarter than you!
But we all know that. You couldn't get me without cheating.
You cops can't do anything without cheating and beating!
- We caught you. - No, you didn't!
How did you get me? I'm up here!
I'm up here and you're down there. How did you get me?
- Calm down. - No!
You got me mad and I'm gonna go take it out on somebody.
Her blood is gonna be on your hands.
You want to be famous? I'll make you fucking famous.
Wear something bright on that tarmac...
...because you'll be the first fucking cop to die with a plane up his ass.
Hello, this is Trans Con 47.
Are you guys still there?
Yeah, Teri, we're here. Just give us a minute, okay?
Okay.
Fuck!
Teri! Teri, open the door!
- Maggie fell, she's hurt! - He's at the flight deck.
- What? - She bashed her head! She's bleeding.
She keeps calling for you.
- Teri! - Teri, can you hear me?
- You've got to change your course! - Teri!
He's right outside the door. He says my friend is hurt.
If you won't open up, give me the first-aid kit.
It's right next to the bunk. Quick!
Teri, this is Lieutenant Hines. I'm the detective who arrested Weaver.
- You cannot trust him. - Hurry, Teri!
Why didn't you tell me the copilot was dead?
He died?
- You knew he was dead. - I didn't!
He was breathing when I put him into the bunk! Oh, shit!
I did everything I could. This is bad. This is bad!
Whatever you do, do not open the door.
Remember when I was trying to tell you what the matter was?
I was trying to tell you how bad it was, Teri!
Oh, God!
You said we were landing.
I didn't know what to say!
I didn't know what to say. I'm sorry.
I mean, we've been through so much...
Teri, you must program the autopilot.
Teri, I'm sorry I lied to you.
Capt. Bowen needs you to know them so he can help you.
Maggie's really hurt. I'm doing everything I can.
I don't know what to do, though. She keeps calling for you.
Teri, are you there?
She's your friend.
- All right, let her bleed. - He says Maggie's hurt bad.
I don't care how charming he is. He's a killer.
But she is my friend.
Listen, you could both be in danger.
Get her to the flight deck, but stay together.
Do you understand me? Teri?
Are you there?