As the credits roll we see an F-35 sitting on the ramp. A pilot strolls out to the jet and climbs up the ladder and over into the cockpit. The credits are over. Scene from the tower.
"Navy seven two five you are clear for takeoff."
Cut to the cockpit.
The pilot pushes the throttle forward and the engines rev up to a deafening roar. The airplane begins to head straight up.
Cut to an Admiral watching the jet take off. "Looks good, looks good! He's got it!"
But the airplane's nose drops , then goes up, then drops again. Then it's right wing drops, then the other.
"He's losing it, he's losing it!" Someone yells.
Finally the jet's nose goes up, and the the airplane goes down, hitting the ground in a ball of flames.
The Admiral walks into operations and tells a Lieutenant. "Get him on the phone!"
"No Admiral, not him. He said he's had it with flying. Wants to play volleyball all day.'
"He'll fly. Call 'im!"
Cut to a closeup of a telephone.
Val Kilner picks it up. "Yes?"
He turns and says, "It's for you sweetheart."
Coseup of Tom Cruise. "Yes, this Maverick!"
"From our orbital vantage point, we observe an earth without borders, full of peace, beauty and magnificence, and we pray that humanity as a whole can imagine a borderless world as we see it, and strive to live as one in peace."
Astronaut William C. McCool RIP, January 29, 2003 - Space Shuttle Columbia