"narrator:" "modern technology has staged a revolution in the art of isolation." "turn up the volume on your headphones, and the world outside drops away." "16-year-old keith barnes has lived in this public seclusion for some time now." "but tonight, the tiny radio on which he depends to keep people out is about to start pulling them in thanks to a very special frequency that can only be picked up in the twilight zone." "good evening." "how are you this evening?" "excellent." "jambo." "your ticket." "smoking or non?" "smoking." "smoking." "it's bad for you." "especially someone your age." "doctor's orders." "i see." "well, 34b." "enjoy your flight, twerp." "excuse me." "excuse me!" "jambo." "is that a radio?" "it means hello." "what does?" "jambo." "in a happy african kind of way." "oh. so, is that a radio?" "a radio?" "a radio?" "what you see before you, madame-- kawazu 940." "it features crystal lock tuning, quartz scan capabilities and 12 mondo watts per channel of pure power." "it's a radio." "we don't allow radios to be played aboard the aircraft." "please, turn it off." "i told you, gloria, this ain't no radio." "what's the problem, gloria?" "seems our little friend here doesn't want to turn off his radio." "turn it off, bud." "and put your feet down." "okay." "excuse me." "my seat." "excuse me, sir." "yes, 34a." "right here." "let me know if you have any problems." "okay." "jambo, dude." "that was waylon fergie and you're in countryland here at wgzl, topeka." "this is serious wasteland." "it's all right." "pilot:" "sorry about that one, folks." "no damage done, though, and that should be our last." "great." "someone's getting sued." "woman:" "would you please get out of there?" "i don't know what you're doing... look. i'm coming out." "i'm having a major crisis." "please, i don't feel well." "hurry." "can you please cool it?" "i heard you the first time." "i didn't say anything to you." "whoa. psycho lady." "upon the discovery that dna is a double-stranded molecule... upon the discovery that dna is a double-stranded molecule that contains complementary based pairings held together by hydrogen bonds, it was suggested that dna was a plausible mechanism for the transfer of genetic information" "from generation, wait... kind of cute." "ratty shirt, though." "nice buns, i bet." "i wonder what... did you just... it's incredible." "would you like a complimentary soft drink?" "yeah. apple juice is fine." "we don't have apple juice." "we have tomato juice." "cola." "good choice." "pilot:" "ladies and gentlemen, we are presently passing over america's gateway to the west st. louis, missouri, and the banks of the mighty mississippi river." "we hope you're enjoying your flight." "bureaucrats. incompetents." "greedy, insensitive, reckless." "playing god with people's lives... listen to me." "there's this guy on board-- he has some sort of bomb." "what?" "a bomb." "i was in the bathroom with him." "you were in the bathroom with him." "yeah." "you could be arrested for joking about a thing like that." "i'm not joking." "i swear it." "we've got to stop him." "i'm beginning to think there is something seriously wrong with you." "i don't have time to keep walking you around this plane so get back to your seat and stay there." "please, would you tell the captain?" "i'm serious." "now." "gloria?" "can i talk to you for a second?" "emergency exits." "i'll show them an emergency exit they'll never forget." "is something wrong?" "i said, is something wrong?" "this is really cool." "what?" "psychedelic furs." "do you want to hear it?" "it's cool." "different drummers, you know?" "i love you." "don't do it." "are you talking to me?" "don't do it." "you can't bring them back." "you'll be killing all these people." "i'm afraid you've made some mistake." "no." "i know who you are, mr. williams." "i know what you're doing to do, and i know why." "i'm asking you not to." "please." "who are you?" "how do you know all this?" "are you a cop?" "no." "you know about this, too?" "you also know i'm capable of doing this right now?" "do you?" "yeah." "i've got no choice." "i've got nothing left." "i've got to do it." "do you know what happened?" "yeah." "don't you understand?" "i've got nothing left." "the people who make these things... they have to be more careful." "and they have to pay for what they've done." "you see that, don't you?" "but it's not these people." "it wasn't them." "it's the only way they're going to learn." "the only way." "you stay here." "not a word or i swear, i'll do it right now." "no." "(screaming) stay back." "don't come any closer to me." "don't." "these people are innocent." "(private pleadings) is this the way it happens?" "kill the son of a... i'm so afraid... can't happen like this... god, i want to live." "what right do you have to do this?" "what about jenny?" "she needs a father." "why isn't daddy coming home?" "where is he?" "mommy?" "daddy... why?" "no." "it wasn't supposed to happen like this." "oh, my god, what have i done?" "easy, sir." "steward:" "everything will be fine."