Operator: US Airways

Date: Thursday, Jan 15, 2009

Aircraft type: Airbus A320

Registration: XXXXX

Origin: La Guardia (KLGA)

Destination: La Guardia (KLGA)

Flight#: USA1549

Route of Flight BIGGY J75 GVE LYH SUDSY3

Scheduled T/O: 03:04PM EST

Actual T/O: 03:26PM EST
ETA: 04:38PM EST

TOI: 03:32PM EST

Flight Data (DFDR/ TACON):

Time Position GS Altitude

(MSL)
UTC Latitude Longitude kts ft
20:26 40.80 -73.87 151 1800
20:27 40.83 -73.87 174 2800
20:27 40.86 -73.88 194 3200
20:28 40.88 -73.90 202 2000
20:28 40.86 -73.93 215 1600
20:29 40.83 -73.95 194 1200
20:29 40.82 -73.97 191 1300
20:30 40.78 -74.00 189 400
20:31 40.75 -74.02 153 300

Voice Data (CVR):

...

FP: "Number two’s gone, boss."

AC: "I know it! What do I look like, an R-22 pilot? Just shut the f*cker down, boy. Oh, and tell
Departure that we need to come back in and land. F*cking birds..."
FP: "Sheesh, somebody got up on the wrong side of his throne this morning. You don’t have to
insult me just because I got my commercial helicopter rating in the mighty Robinson. Oh, and by the
way, sir, we’re not climbing, if you even care. Maybe your decision to take on that extra 5,000
pounds of fuel wasn’t so hot, Captain."

AC: "One more comment like that and I’ll make sure the union keeps you in RJ’s for the rest of your
miserable, short career."

AC: "SON OF A BITCH!"

FP: "Number one’s failing, boss."

AC: "I can see that! Am I a f*cking-sleep? Can I not read the gauges? Am I not flying the plane
here?"

FP: "I’m just sayin’..."

AC: "Goddamn Canadians, sending their f*cking geese down here every winter. Why, if I ever
*see* another Canadian I’m gonna punch him right in the throat. I *HATE* Canadians."

FP: "Everybody does, boss. Think we can make Teterboro or straight-in to 22 at Newark?"

AC: "Yeah, probably. But f*ck Teterboro! Let’s go to Newark. I’ve flown out of Teterboro. Short
damn runways..always a crosswind. And their FBO’s suck. I’d rather land in the Hudson f*cking
river than land at Teterboro. Hey...??? !!!."

FP: "You’re not..."

AC: "Why not? Maybe we can take out some sailboats with some prick Canadian snowbirds."

FP: "You ever land on the water before?"

AC: "Plenty of times! I got my seaplane rating back in 1946. I think it was in a... Piper...
somethingoranother, I forget. Never mind. It’ll all come back to me. Pull out the “Before Water
Landing checklist” and run it."

FP: (flipping through the stack of checklists) "Can’t seem to find one for that."

AC: "Fooled ya! HAH! There ain’t one! Just get on the horn and tell the people to put their heads
between their legs and kiss...no wait, that won’t sound good on the CVR tape...make it, ’brace for
collision’...no wait, make it ’brace for impact.’ Yeah, that’s better. No wait! Tell them that out the
left side of the plane they can see the Intrepid Museum, and that if they’d like to visit it, they’ll be
able to, this afternoon, like, in about twenty minutes. Oh, and ring the stews and have them bring me
a rum and coke. If I’m gonna do this, I need a good stiff drink. And have that one with the big tits
bring it up. If I’m gonna die, I wanna die drunk and with a boner."

FP: "Like your grandfather did?"

AC: "This is no time to make jokes, son. I would really appreciate it if you’d try to take this
situation seriously. I’m fairly certain that my grandfather did not die with a boner. I mean, have you
ever met my grandmother?"

FP: "You know, if you pull this off CNN will be calling you the Hero Pilot of the Year."

AC: "F*ck CNN. Liberal bastards. All I care about is what the fair-and-balanced Fox News will call
me. I hope Fox News calls me a hero!"

FP: (sighing) "They probably will too. Nobody will remember *my* name. It’ll be ’AC this’...and,
’AC that.’ ’Captain Sully, the big f*cking hero.’ Like you are the only f*cking one in the cockpit."

AC: "You’re quite bitter. You really are a helicopter pilot at heart, aren’t you? You know, some
pilots wait their whole career to be called a hero. I mean, Christ, I’ve only got two years to go to
retirement. That was close!"

FP: "We’re not down yet, Captain Skygod."

AC: "I know, this thing glides pretty well, huh? Dammit, no sailboats. Oh well, let’s see if we can
buzz one of those damn sightseeing helicopters. What’s best-glide/engines out?"

FP: "Beats the **** outta me."

AC: "Vref?"

FP: "F*ck if I know."

AC: "Britney Spears’ birthday?"

FP: "December 2, 1981."

AC: "Well, I’m glad you know SOMETHING! Just gimme full flaps..."

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