You're tra vel/ng through another dimension.
A dimension not onl y of sightand sound, but of mind,
a journey into a wondrous land
whose boundaries are tha t of ima Gina t/on.
Tha t's the s/gnpost up ahead.
Your next stop, the twilight zone.
Global 33, receiving okay.
Hey Magellan, how about a flight progress report?
Coming up, skipper.
Global 33, receiving okay.
We'll be about four minutes
behind flight plan at 30-degrees west.
Check. Captain, gander wants to know
if you intend an altitude change
after we pass 30 west.
Advise gander negative.
Negative on altitude change.
Gentlemen, you'll be pleased to know
that thanks to the quality of this aircraft
and the fine weather, and my brilliant flying
we'll hit idlew/ld on schedule...
If our speed holds up.
Send it in, Wyatt.
Yes, sir.
Shannon, Shannon, copy, gander.
Global flight 33, position 52 north
30 west, time 14:03.
Flight level 35,000.
Estimating 57 north, 40 westat 74:45.
Es t/ma ting idlew/ld 78:30.
Fuel remaining, 79560.
Temperature, minus 57.
Report received, captain.
How we doing back there, Janie?
Oh, your passengers are highly content
but on behalf of the stewardesses
I would like to respectfully request
that we get to New York as soon as possible.
One's going to the opera
two ha ve heavy da tes
and the fourth is available to any honorable
and single male crew member.
Oh, hold it a minute.
Do you feel anything?
Feel anything?
No, what do you mean?
I don't know... I felt something...
Something funny, like the sensation of speed.
I can't put my finger on it.
I guess I'm getting old.
True airspeed 470, we're level.
Suppose we picked up a tail wind?
Yeah, maybe those jet streams are tricky.
It's that crazy feeling I can't shake.
I can't feel a tail wind, but I feel something.
Everything looks fine.
Magellan, try and get me a ground-speed check
with the doppler.
Indicates 900.
That's impossible.
I better check with loran.
What's going on?
Hold it a minute.
Skipper, loran indicates a ground speed of 830 knots.
I never heard of a tail wind like that.
Check it again.
See if you can raise weather ship Charlie.
Ask him for a radar fix
on the ground-speed check.
Magellan, are you sure
about that ground speed?
I'm not only sure, but we're still accelerating.
980 now.
7, 120.
7,500.
Global 337'0 Charlie.
God in heaven, I can't even keep up with it.
Global 33 to wea ther ship Charlie.
Global 33 to weather ship Charlie.
What about Charlie?
Nothing, sir, I can't raise them.
2,100.
Well, I hope the wings stay on.
Don't worry about the wings.
It's the true airspeed that counts.
Ground speed means nothing.
Well, now, we just hit one Lulu of a jet stream.
Magellan.
My needle just reversed past gander v.O.R.
How could we get past...?
Give me a fast position check.
Skipper, we are past gander.
We must be doing 3,000 knots.
Try to raise harmon control or moncton or Boston.
At this speed, you might as well try
to get idlew/I d.
Harmon control, this is global 33.
Harmon, do you read us?
Moncton.
Moncton, this is global 33.
Boston.
Boston control, this is global 33.
Boston, pl ea se acknowledge.
Idlewild.
Idlewild, this is global 33.
Idlewild, do you read us?
It's no soap.
I can't raise anyone.
You're riding on a jet a/rl iner
en route from London to New York.
You're a t 35,000 feet a top an overcast
and roughl y 55 minutes from idlew/ld airport
but what you've seen occur inside the cockp/t of this plane
is no reflection on the aircraft or the crew.
It's a safe, well-engineered, perfectly designed machine
and the men you've just met
are a trained, cool, highly efficient team.
The problem is simply that the plane is going too fast
and there is nothing within the realm of knowledge
or at least logic to explain it.
Unbeknownst to passenger and crew,
this aeroplane is heading into an uncharted region
well-off the beaten track of commercial travelers.
It's moving into the twilight zone.
What you're about to see we call the odyssey of flight 33.
I hope you're proud of the fly-boys.
I'm seeing the valkyr/e tonight.
Oh, Janie.
I've always had a thing about Valhalla.
Be a good egg and tell me I'm gonna make it
in time for the curtain.
Let me put it to you this way:
I only hope that the Valhalla you're talking about
is at the metropolitan opera house in little old New York.
Instead of...?
Instead of a conducted tour through the real thing.
We're in trouble.
How bad?
They don't know yet.
Go ahead, serve it.
Oh, Paula. Remember:
"Coffee, tea or milk?" And with a smile.
Yeah, well, you've got a deal.
You know, you talk about ailments.
Well, I had an aunt once in Boise, Idaho,
had one of the worst livers
in the medical history of the state.
That woman, when she passed on, rest her soul,
would you believe it,
there were five medical associations
who were bidding just to get her liver in a bottle on display.
But her mother... that was my father's sister...
She absolutely refused to let them show her liver.
And it was like I said to my late husband, you can...
What did you say you were, dear?
Group captain, madame.
I'm military attache to the British embassy in Washington.
Oh, isn't tha t wonderful.
You know, / had a nephew
in the Navy in the second world war.
Yes, he was, uh...
He was ona cruiser or a...
P. T. Boa t, or something like tha t.
Or ma ybe it was a ba ttlesh/p.
Did you feel anything?
Well, I felt a little queasy when we took off
but like my late husband always used to say
I've got a stomach that's just like...
It's odd.
It's very odd, indeed.
I have the strangest sensation of speed.
Acceleration.
Oh!
Oh, DEA r, terr/bl y sorr y.
Got a little nerves, miss?
Uh, heavy date in New York.
Little shook up.
I don't blame you then.
Another channel.
Well, what about it?
Not a thing, captain.
Not a single thing.
Either everybody out there is off whack...
Everybody... or we are.
Check your equipment again.
I checked it four times!
Knock it off.
I might as well try
to pull our way through and see if...
Did we hit something?
I don't know. Check for damage.
Number three and four are still on the wing.
They look okay.
Ditto one and two.
Everything seems to be in a piece.
Purcell, go aft and check for cabin damage.
Report back right away.
Right.
I'd better get on the horn
and calm down anybody
that needs calming down.
Tell the girls to stay with it.
Right.
We're in trouble.
I don't know what kind of trouble.
That light, that crazy light... what was it?
That's something we'll have to find out.
Quick too.
What was that shaking? Turbulence?
I doubt it. It was more like a...
Like a...
Like a what?
Like a sound shockwave.
As if we'd gone past the speed of sound.
You mean we hit mach one?
We broke the sound barrier?
But we didn't get any mach warning bell.
We probably wouldn't have
not with a true airspeed of only 470.
I don't know what it is. I just don't know.
See, Magellan's last speed check was 3,000 knots.
We could have gone through some kind of a sound barrier
but, uh, no kind of a sound barrier I ever heard of.
Magellan, can you give me a fix now?
Global 33 to harmon control...
Whatever that bump was, skipper,
it's really knocked out everything.
Global 33, moncton.
The altimeter and rate of climb are steady, skipper.
Captain, I can't reach gander,
moncton or Boston or anybody.
Either they're off the air or we are or both.
Hatch, give me a sun line.
I'll need a heading to idlew/ld
from our last known position.
If we can't raise anyone,
we'll go down to establish visual contact.
Skipper, you can't do that.
If we leave this altitude,
well run into 20 other flights.
Have you got any other alternative, Craig?
Sooner or la ter, we're gonna ha ve
to find a landmark and go v.F.R.
Without radio contact, we're deaf and dumb.
As long as we stay up here, we're also blind.
There's no damage there, skip.
Everybody's shook up and curious.
They're also plenty scared.
Them and me.
Well, "ours is not to reason why."
Into the valley of public relations.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is captain farver.
I just want to assure you tha t everything ls under control
and there is no danger.
We encountered a little clear air turbulence
and some a tmospher/c phenomena
but there's been no damage to the aircraft
except for some temporary rad/o malfunct/on.
I repea t, there's no cause for alarm
and I'll keep you posted.
If we run according to schedule,
we should be landing a t idlew/ld ins/de of the next 40 minutes.
Thank you.
Purcell, what's the fuel?
71,435 pounds.
I don't feel that strange sensation of speed anymore.
Magellan, how about
that heading to idlewild?
Part of this is scientific, skipper.
Part of it's Kentucky windage.
Try 262, that's as close as I can get.
All right, you all know what we're up against.
We have no radio contact.
Apparently, we're out of touch with all ground-radar points.
We don't know where we are.
We're not even sure if we're on airways.
But this beast gulps fuel. We all know that only too well.
So we've got one chance.
We'll go down through this overcast
and try to find something tha t looks fam/I/ar.
Uh... it's ver y possible
tha t we might h/t something
on the waydown...
But it's a chance we've got to take.
Well, I just wanted you to know where we stand
so everybody keep a sharp lookout for any other traffic
and keep your fingers crossed.
I guess a few prayers wouldn't be out of order either.
All right, Craig, let's go down.
Hit the horn button.
Skipper?
I don't get it.
It happens to be a fact, though.
That's Manhattan island down there.
Manhattan island?
How could it be Manhattan island?
Wh... where's the skyline?
Where are all the buildings?
I don't know where they are, but that's New York City.
One little item seems to be amiss.
The passengers...
Yeah, I don't blame them.
Well, we're over land.
I don't see any...
Any what, Janie?
Any city, right?
We don't either.
Now, that's Manhattan island down there.
There's the east river.
There's the Hudson river.
That's staten island.
We've got all the topographical clues we need.
The problem seems to be the real estate's there,
it's just the city and eight million people are missing.
In short, there is no New York.
It's disappeared.
Skipper, verify something for me, would you?
And ina hurry?
Look!
It's not possible.
What in the name of everything holy
is going on?
Wha t's the score?
We've been circling for a half an hour.
They said they'd keep in touch,
but not to come in.
Well, what do you think, skipper?
Well, we've flown over
what should be schenectady,
Albany, points north...
I'll give you a surmise, gentlemen.
You may want to truss me up with ropes
but it's the only single explanation I can give.
Somehow in some way,
we not only went through the sound barrier
but we've gone back in time.
Well, what do we do about it?
Skipper?
Fuel is down to 49,435 pounds.
Then here's what we're going to do about it.
We're going to push this baby up
until she's going as fast as she can.
We're gonna climb till we get back into that jet stream and then...
And then we're gonna try to go back where we came from.
All right, Craig.
Let's do it.
700 knots.
780.
800.
900 knots.
Skipper, I think we're gonna make it!
We're picking it up again. Do you feel it?
We're picking it up again.
Look, I know you've got your hands full
but somebody get on the pipe.
I've got three passengers back there that are nearly hysterical
and those two kids back in the tourist section
ha ve half the passengers climbing the walls.
We made it!
Look, we're back!
Ladies and gentlemen,
this is captain farver.
We encountered some d/ff/cul Ty back there,
butas you can see, we're over New York City now
and should be landing ins/de of justa few minutes.
Thank you.
What about idlewild?
Nothing doing, captain.
Our v.H.F. Is still out.
Maybe their's is out, too.
Try using a high frequency.
I did already, captain.
There's nothing from idlewild.
What about la guardia?
Somebody ought to hear us.
La guard/a, this is global 33.
La guardia, come in, please.
This is la guard/a tower.
Who is calling, please?
La guardia, this is global 33.
We're on the northeast leg
of la guardia range.
Our v.O.R. And I.L.S. Appear inoperative.
Request radar vector to idlewild I.L.S.
You request what?
Radar vector to idlewild I.L.S.
Wha t flight did you sa y this was?
La guardia, this is global airlines flight 33.
Now, stop fooling around! We're short on fuel!
Gl obal 33?
Wha t kind of aircraft is this?
This is a jet aircraft!
Did you say a jet aircraft?
Let me handle it.
La guardia, this is a jet.
We have four, big lovely turbines
and they're getting hungry, running short on fuel.
We want a radar vector to idlewild.
Do you have us in radar contact or don't you?
I don't know who you are
and we don't know anything atall
about radar or jets or anything else
but if you're reall y low on fuel
we'll clear you to land here.
Captain, their longest runway
is less than 5,000 feet.
Do you think we ought to take a chance?
Global 33, you're cleared to land on runwa y22.
Al t/meter 29-88, winds south, 10 miles per hour.
The captain is to report
to the c.A.A. Off/ce immed/a tel y after landing.
Roger, we'll keep in touch.
C.a.a.?
They haven't called the federal aviation agency
c.a.a. In years.
Now, we're going down below, Craig.
Hit the horn button.
Skipper, d-d-do you know what that is?
I know exactly what it is.
It's the New York world's fair.
The New York world's fair?
But that means we'd be back in...
1939.
We came back.
We came back
but, dear god, not far enough.
We can't land...
We can't land at la guardia.
We can't land in 1939.
We've got to try again.
W-W-What about the passengers?
I think...
We better let them in on it.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain.
What I'm about to tell you...
What I'm about to tell you
is something I can't explain myself.
Your crew is as much in the dark as you are.
If you look out from the left hand side of this aircraft,
you'll see d/rectl ybelow an area called lake success.
Those buildings aren't the united na t/ons.
They happen to be...
They happen to be the world's fair.
What I'm trying to tell you is
that somehow, some way, in some manner,
this aircraft has gone back into time...
And it's 1939.
But we're going to try to increase our speed
and go back through the same sound barrier
we've already done twice before.
I don't know if we can do it.
All I ask of you is that you remain calm and pray.
A gl obal jet a/rl iner,
en route from London to New York,
on an uneventful afternoon /n the year 1961
but now reported overdue and m/ss/ng
and bynow searched for on land, sea and air
byangu/shed human be/ngs, fearful of what they'll find.
But you and / know where she is.
You and / know what? t's happened.
So if some moment, any moment...
You hear the sound of jet engines
fl y/ng a top the overcast,
engines tha t sound searching and I os t,
engines tha t sound despera te,
shoot up a flare or do something.
That would be global 33 trying to get home
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