Air Force One Page #16

NEVSKY:

KORSKUNOV!

Marshall fires. Killing him.

SHIT1

INT. CORRIDOR.

No time for remorse. Marshall tries the Main conference Room

door. Locked. He knows the others will be coming so he

flattens himself against the corridor wall. Trains his gun

on the stairs.

Just as the terrorists descend, Marshall squeezes off a few

rounds. The terrorists edge back up the steps, returning

fire.

Marshall checks his clip, not many bullets left. He fires

off a few more shots to buy some time then ducks round the

corner and pulls out the bottle of rubbing alcohol and some

gauze.

The terrorists seize the moment of quiet, descending the

stairs to take position.

Marshall lights the gauze fuse of his new made Molatov

cocktail and throws it down the corridor. The bottle crashes

into a BALL OF FLAME. Catching Bazylev on fire. He yells,

drops and rolls. FIRE SUPPRESSING FOAM immediately sprays

down from overhead.

KORSHUNOV:

Go after him.

Serge hops Bazylev's burning body and heads down the corridor,

looking for this new wildcard. Korshunov grabs a fire

extinguisher from the galley and attends to Bazylev.

INT. CORRIDOR, TOWARD THE REAR OF AIR FORCE ONE.

Marshall retreats behind a divider. Sees Serge coming. Fires

a few rounds, then retreats to the next divider. Working

toward the rear of the plane.

Serge picks his way through the rear cabins, advancing

cautiously.

INT. REAR GALLEY/BATHROOMS.

Marshall's out of plane. Nowhere to hide in the galley.

Marshall eyes the bathrooms, doors flapping.

FOLLOWING SERGE...

as he reaches the rear galley and bathrooms. Marshall is

nowhere to be seen. But the bathroom doors are all closed.

SERGE:

I know you're in there. Come on out.

(a few beats)

Okay. Have it your way.

Time for a deadly version of the shell game. serge fires

several rounds into the first closed bathroom door. The

bullets slice easily through the thin doors. He kicks the

riddled door open. The stall is empty.

Serge moves to the next one. Same procedure. It's empty.

Moves to the last bathroom, confident he's got him. He wails

with his MP5, turning the hatch into swiss cheese. Waits a

beat, then...

Kicks it in. It's empty too.

Serge looks around. Where the hell is this guy?

KORSHUNOV (O.S.)

(calling down)

Serge?

Serge reluctantly returns to his group.

INT. LOWER GALLEY, BAGGAGE LEVEL -

Marshall tumbles out of the cramped galley dumbwaiter,

breathing heavy. He slumps against the bulkhead and slides

down to the ground.

He takes a moment to pull himself together, to clear his

head. He hefts the MP5, refamiliarizing himself with the

weight and texture of a gun. He checks the clip. Only a

handfull of rounds left. He slaps it back in and switches

from automatic fire to single-shot then pantomimes firing.

MARSHALL:

The NRA'll love this.

Looking down the barrel of the gun, he notices bins loaded

with luggage.

INT. OFFICE - NIGWR

Stoli Petrov on the phone, behind his large oak desk.

PETROV:

I understand your dilemma, Vice

President Chandler. But unless you

can confirm that your President is

indeed a hostage, I cannot release

Stravanavitch. If Marshall is dead,

no good will come of meeting this

demand. We both know he would agree.

V.P. CHANDLER (V.0. PHONE)

But the First Lady...

PETROV:

*.. is not a First Lady if her

husband's been killed. Then she's a

civilian. And I can't release him

for a civilian. Do you see my point?

INT. WHITE HOUSE SITUATION ROOM - DAY

Each member of the crisis team is either on the phone or

huddled with staff. A secure fax machine spits out papers

which Lee slips into files.

Lee interrupts Chandler on the phone.

LEE:

Madame Vice president. We have an

options paper. chandler takes the

options paper, waves off Lee, and

reads it as she talks.

V.P. CHANDLER

Yes. You've made yourself quite clear.

PETROV (V.0.)

But I will deploy forces to a staging

area near the Turkmenistan border.

When you have more information, we

can decide how to proceed.

V.P. CHANDLER

By then I'll be President.

Chandler hangs up the phone.

V.P. CHANDLER

(of f options paper)

I don't like any of these. from, did

you brief General Northwood?

Northwood pops out of his huddle.

GENERAL NORTHWOOD

I'M INCLINED TO TRY THIS PART -

Anticipate their landing site and get strike teams in place.

V.P. CHANDLER

Can we do that?

GENERAL NORTHWOOD

We've got four hours before they

make it into Turkienistan airspace.

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