Air Force One Page #15

Rose looks around the room. Hopeless. Her eyes land on the

carpet...

INT. CORRIDOR.

Marshall opens the stateroom door and slowly slides into the

corridor.

Vlad still faces the opposite direction.

Marshall creeps down the hallway, when...

Beep... Beep... Beep...

Marshall's watch alarm goes off.

Marshall dives for the nearest doorway. Vlad swings round to

see a figure slip into the senior staff cabin.

Vlad, unsure of what he saw., cautiously heads toward the

staff cabin. As he nears, he bends over a dead Secret Service

agent and pulls up the lifeless wrist revealing abeening

watch. It wasn't Marshall's after all. No matter. Vlad

continues to the staff Cabin.

INT. STAFF CABIN - NIGHT

Marshall frantically searches for something he can use as a

weapon. In the room: some video monitors, leather chairs and

phones. stainless steel cabinets run the length of one of

the walls.

Marshall throws the cabinet doors open, revealing...

A fully stocked MEDICAL CENTER... fold-down operating

table... high-intensity lights. Equipped to deal with any

medical emergency the president might encounter.

But too late. Vlad kicks the door open.

VLAD:

Get on the floor, now!

Marshall yanks down the operating table, and it smashes into

Vlad, knocking him down. Marshall lunges with his knife, but

Vlad OPENS FIRE. A HALF DOZEN ROUNDS pump into Marshall's

belly. He's thrown back against the wall, then slumps to the

floor.

Vlad approaches the crumpled body. Leans down to examine his

victim. He cups his hand under the man's chin and lifts his

head. Recognizes him.

VIAD:

(wonderment)

The President.

But Marshall's eyes flash open.

MARSHALL:

That's right, a**hole.

He springs, shoving the butcher knife under the flack jacket

and into Vlad's spleen. Vlad freezes, unsure of what just

happened.

Marshall is on his feet. Never letting go of the twisting

knife, he grabs Vlad by the back of the head and slams his

face against the mirror above the surgical scrub sink. The

mirror shatters and streams of blood erupt cn the terrorist's

face. The blood drips down into the white porcelain sink,

swirling into the drain.

Vlad elbows Marshall in the neck, stunning him momentarily.

He wipes the blood from his face, spins and hits Marshall

with a devastating right cross. Marshall reels back against

the wall, and Vlad follows, shoving the MP5 into Marshall's

throat. Marshall grabs the gun near the trigger...

* VLAD

Don't move or I'll blow your head off.

MARSHALL:

I don't think so.

Marshall presses the saftey button on the gun with his

forefinger, then knees Vlad in the balls. Viad pulls the

trigger repeatedly as he goes down, but nothing happens.

Instead he comes up swinging his gun butt against Marshall's

face. Like a bat hitting a baseball, it knocks Marshall into

the medical closet. The gun goes flying, skittering

UNDERNEATH A CABINET.

Marshall pulls himself up the shelves trying to keep his

legs from buckling. Vlad grabs some I.V. tubing and wraps it

around Marshall's neck. Marshall struggles for breath, clawing

at the tube.

HE SPOTS A DEFIBRILLATOR, REACHES AND SWITCHES IT ON. LOW-

pitched hum and beeping.

Marshall pulls his head forward, straining against the plastic

tubing. Then slams back into Vlad's head. Viad releases his

grip just for a moment...

The beeping becomes a steady whine.

... but a moment is all Marshall needs as he grabs the def

ib's CARDIAC PADDLES, turns, and SLAMS them on either side

of Vlad's head.

Vlad convulses from the shock for a full five seconds... his

eyeballs roll, his hair stands on end. then he collapses to

the floor.

MARSHALL:

Clear.

Marshall catches his breath for a moment. Pulls open his

shirt. Beneath it he wears a bulletproof Kevlar vest. He

lifts the vest and a half-dozen angry welts have blossomed

across his skin. The stuff may be bulletproof, but each of

Vlad's shots sting like a motherf***er.

EXT. CORRIDOR.

Nevsky walks down the corridor. Sees that Vlad is away from

his post.

NEVSKY:

Viad?

* INT. STAFF CABIN.

Marshall opens the medical cabinets, rifling through them.

Pulls out hypodermics, adrenalin, rubbing alcohol... arming

himself.

NEVSKY (O.S.)

Vlad? Vlad?

EXT. CORRIDOR.

Nevsky works his way up the corridor, peeking in rooms.

As he enters the...

INT. STAFF CABIN.

he's blinded by the high intensity surgical lights.

Marshall cracks a tank of anesthesia across Nevsky's heu

Nevsky goes down.

Marshall rips Nevsky's MP5 off of him. Holds it to Nevsky's

throat.

MARSHALL:

Where are th*y? fly tamily, the

crew.... where are they?

Nevsky says nothing.

The conference room, right? Right?

Marshall jerks him to his feet.

MARSHALL:

o'11 unlocli the door for me or I'll

kill you.

INT. CORRIDOR -

Marshall walks flevsky toward the mj vonteronve room3 As

they pass the stairs to the upper deck, Nevsky breaks away.

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