The best pilot on this airplane is in that cockpit right now. Walter said, "I've seen his hands. I've seen how he reads an aircraft. I'd fly through a hurricane with that man. So, here's what we're going to do.
We're going to sit down. We're going to buckle up tight. And we are going to give him quiet because a pilot needs to hear his airplane and he can't hear it over 200 people screaming. You understand me? Who is he?
A man shouted. He's a biker. He's a combat veteran of the United States Air Force. Walter shot back. And he's the reason you're going to see your family tonight.
So sit down and let him work. Margaret Voss sat in 3B with her seat belt cinched so tight it hurt. And she couldn't stop shaking. And she couldn't stop hearing her own voice from an hour ago. I can't believe they let people like that fly with normal folks.
She'd said it about the only person on this airplane who could save her. She pressed her hand over her mouth and prayed not for herself, she realized, but that God wouldn't let a good man die trying to rescue a woman who hadn't deserved his kindness. Ma'am. Delaney knelt in the aisle beside her pale but composed doing her job because the job was all she had. I need you to stay calm.
Can you do that for me? That man, Margaret whispered. The one who went up front. Is he really? Can he really?
I don't know. Delaney said honestly. But he's all we've got. So, I'm going to believe in him. And I think you should, too.
Margaret nodded, tears running freely now. I was so cruel to him. Then when he lands this plane, Delaney said standing. You'll have a chance to tell him you were wrong. Focus on that.
He lands us, you apologize. Give yourself something to hold on to. It was such a small kindness and it undid Margaret completely. She wept into her hands while the airplane groaned around her. There, Ethan's finger stabbed toward a gauge.
Number two, it's not the engine, Kalin. It's the fuel controller. It's hunting. It keeps trying to correct and overcorrecting. If we baby it, it'll hold.
If we demand from it, it'll flame out. So from here on, we treat that throttle like it's made of glass. Nice and slow. Every input. Okay.