Air Force One Page #11

ZEDECK:

Open! Now!

INT. FLIGHT DECK - NIGHT

Through the cockpit window, the glowing landing lights of

Ramstein Base are visible in the distance, cutting a wedge

through the German towns and fields.

Zedeck's pounding continues.

COT. AXELROD

Ramatein, we are fifteen miles away

on final approach. I'm coming in

fast and will need every inch of

runway.

RAMSTEIN A.B. CONTROLLER (V.0.)

Copy, Air Force One. Wind is twelve knots from the east.

Tactical and emergency are in position.

EXT. RANSTEIN AIR FIELD - NIGHT

Rescue vehicle sirens gyre in the darkness. A team of black-

faced commandos unload from troop truck. Snipers take position

atop rescue vehicles, barracks, and the control tower.

High-powered rifles with infra-red scopes.

INT. MISSION COMMUNICATIONS CENTER - NIGHT

Zedeck aims his MP5 at the flight door. Fires off a dozen

rounds. Nickel sized indentations blossom across the steel

surface.

INT. FLIGHT DECK - NIGHT

Dull thuds of bullet impacts.

COT. AXELROD

Let's get this crate on the ground.

They're some real good men waiting to help us.

EXT. AIR FORCE ONE - NIGHT

The plane sprouts landing gear as it descends over the city.

Coming in fast and low.

INT. MISSION COMMUNICATIONS CENTER - NIGHT

Gibbs shoves Zedeck aside. Produces a thumb-sized amount of

C-4.

INT. FLIGHT DECK - NIGHT

Final approach... the landing strip not far at all.

COL. AXELROD

Almost there.

He raises his flaps. Air speed and altitude drop.

EXT. RAPISTEIN AIR FIELD - NIGHT

Spotters find Air Force One's navigation lights visible in

the sky, descending from the distant darkness. Followed by

the cluster of F-lSs.

INT. MISSION COMMUNICATIONS CENTER - NIGHT

Gibbs rolls out the C-4 like a kid making a snake in pottery

class. He presses it along the door seal.

INT. FLIGHT DECK - NIGHT

Altitude decreasing. 300 feet... 200 hundred feet...

The runway coming up to meet them.

EXT. RAMSTEIN AIR FIELD - NIGHT

As the entire airbase collectively holds its breath. Air

Force One's tires hover 50 feet above the ground... 40 feet...

30...

INT. MISSION COMMUNICATIONS CENTER - NIGHT

Gibbs raises his pistol. Aims at the C-4. Fires. BAM!

INT. COCKPIT - NIGHT

A BLINDING FLASH. The door blows in.

EXT. RANSTEIN AIR FIELD - NIGHT

The wheels touchdown.

INT. MISSION COMMUNICATIONS CENTER - NIGHT

Gibbs and Zedeck storm the cockpit.

RNT. FLIGHT DECK - NIGHT

Axeirod gropes at the plane's controls, trying to retain the

wheel. Gibbs dispatches Axeirod with one shot. Zedek is a

little messier with Ingrahams. But both pilot and co-pilot

slump over their controls.

EXT. RANSTEIN AIR FIELD - NIGHT

The taxiing Boeing 747 suddenly veers to the right cutting

across runways. Emergency vehicles give chase.

The plane bounces. Is airborne for a second. Touches down

again with a jolt.

INT. CORRIDOR - AIR FORCE ONE - NIGHT

Terrorists lead hostages to the conference room. Everyone is

bounced around, slamming against walls, spilling over chairs.

A MASTER SERGEANT seizes the opportunity and grabs for

Bazylev's gun, but Bazylev shoots him almost point blank.

BAZYLEV:

Keep moving!

INT. FLIGHT DECK - NIGHT

Chaos. Gibbs tries to pull Axelrod off the controls.

GIBBS:

Throttle up. Throttle up!

Zedek slams the throttle all the wa up. Spotlights and sirens

swirl outside the cockpit window.

EXT. RMMSTEIN FIELD - NIGHT

The Flying White House careens toward the barracks, then

edges toward a hangar. The jet engines strain to reach full

power.

INT. RAMSTEIN CONTROL TOWER - NIGHT

The controller stares down at the out-of-control plane.

RAMSTEIN A.B. CONTROLLER

Aw F***. We're losing it!

INT. FLIGHT DECK - NIGHT

Gibbs pulls Axeirod's body out of the pilot's seat. Looks

out the cockpit window and sees...

A C-141 STARLIFTER

in his path. A monstrous plane, every

bit as big as Air Force One. Gibbs

eases back on the wheel and the 747

sluggishly responds, its nose creeping

upward.

GIBBS:

Come on.

Adjusts the flaps...

EXT. RAMSTEIN AIRFIELD - NIGHT

Air Force One closes in on the Starlifter. She's struggling

off

the ground like some injured bird. The straining metal defies

gravity.

INT. FLIGHT DECK - NIGHT

Gibbs senses that he's too close. He pulls way back on the

stick, risks stalling her out... but the bird responds.

EXT. RAMSTEIN FIELD - NIGHT

Air Force One barely clears the Starlifter, the edge of her

wing just missing the top of the C-141's tail.

The sharpshooters, the emergency crews, the commandos from

Delta Force... Nothing they can do but watch her rise out.

of sight.

INT. FLIGHT DECK - LATER

Gibbs and Zedeck. Gibbs checks over all the instruments.

GIBBS:

Okay, 30,000 feet. Give me my heading.

ZEDECK:

Bearing 110 point eight two.

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