Air Force One Page #10

EXT. SKY - NIGHT

The pale moon catches shiny streaks of metal that descend

through the broken clouds. The Squadron of F-15 Eagles drops

into formation around Air Force One.

INT. FLIGHT DECK - NIGHT

Gun shots right Outside the cockpit door.

COT. CARLTON (RADIO)

Air Force One, this is Squadron

Commander Canton. You are now under

escort. All airspace has been cleared.

COL. AXELROD

This is Air Force One Heavy. I'm

coming in full throttle. ETA to

Ranstein eight minutes. We've got a

war here, sir.

INT. COCKPIT F-LB EAGLE - NIGHT

Encased in a helmet, mask, and visor, Carlton watches the

flashes of gunfire in the dark windows of the plane.

COt. CARLTON Copy. Delta Force has been mobilized.

COT. AXELROD (V.0.)

Roger that.

INT. LOWER DECK OF AIR FORCE ONE - NIGHT

Beneath the main cabin, the Secret Service agents run the

President through the forward baggage compartment and the

lower galley:
a large room with compartments, storage freezers

and food preperation tables.

On the far side of the galley, the agents fling open a

hatchway and enter...

A NARROW GANGWAY - running between the lower galley and the

rear baggage hold, flanked on either side by the landing

gear bays.

They duck under wing supports until they come to a mesh

grating.

The uninjured agent lifts the grating revealing an ESCAPE

POD.

SECRET SERVICE AGENT

Get in!

Marshall freezes.

SECRET SERVICE AGENT

Get in, sir.

A second later gunfire rips Up the agent's face. The new

volley sends Marshall under the cover of a wing strut. The

second agent takes Position and returns fire. He quells the

incoming volley for a moment.

MARSHALL:

What about my family?

SECRET SERVICE AGENT #

I have a family, too, sir. Now get

in the f***ing pod.

The firing begins again. Marshall struggles with the decision.

SECRET SERVICE AGENT #

Mr. President... MR. PRESIDENT! You

have to do this! The pod, on three.

Ready?

The agent shoves in a fresh clip...

SECRET SERVICE AGENT

One.

MARSHALL:

But...

SECRET SERVICE AGENT

(cutting him off)

Two... THREE. GO!

The agent combat-rolls into the open and fires. He advances

down the gangway acting as a shield for the president,

shooting blindly. Marshall watches as he's hit repeatedly,

but it gives him the time he needs to dive for the pod.

REVERSE ANGLE - VLAD AND NEVSKY

behind the bulkhead. When the agent drops, Nevsky and Viad

rush down the gangway. They arrive at the closed pod just as

it begins to slide on its rails. They let loose dozens of

rounds from their MP55, but the bullets just plink off.

The pod-lock doors slide shut. The President is on his way

to safety.

EXT. SKY - NIGHT

Small bay doors open in the belly of Air Force One, and a

human sized cannister drops from the bottom, its parachute

Opening instantly.

INT. FLIGHT DECK - NIGHT

A light flashes On the panel.

COT. AXELROD

(into mike)

Ramstein/Air Force One: Emergency

pod has been deployed. I repeat,

emergency pod has been deployed.

RANSTEIN A.B. CONTROLLER

This is Ramstein. Acknowledged. We

are picking up the homing beacon and

deploying search and rescue.

COT. AXELROD

Copy Ramstein. We are dropping to

five thousand feet, beginning final

approach.

INT. BAGGAGE DECK GANGWAY - NIGHT

ALICE (O.S.)

Daddy? Dad?

Her voice comes closer, filled with choking fear and panic.

She rounds the corner and Nevsky catches her hair with a

vice-tight grip shoving his MP5 into the small of her back.

NEVSKY:

Your father has left you behind.

INT. PRESIDENTIAL STATEROOM - NIGHT

Korshunov kicks open the door.

ROSE:

NO!

Gunfire from ROSE, who holds the dead secret service agent's

weapon. She empties the clip at the doorway. Click, click.

No more bullets. Korshunov steps into the room, brandishing

his automatic, smiling. Rose backs against the wall and raises

her hands.

EXT. WHITE HOUSE LAWN - DAY

A Marine helicopte touches down on the greenway. Marines

salute and escort KATHERINE CHANDLER from the chopper'

interior to the South entrance of the White House. She is

the VICE PRESIDENT of the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.

INT. AIR FORCE ONE, MISSION COMNUNICATIONS CENTER - NIGHT

Zedeck steps over the three dead Communications Specialists,

on his way to the cockpit door. Tries the door. It's locked.

He pounds on it.

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