Air Force One Page #18

VOICE:

Yes, sir. Can I help you?

MARSHALL:

Yes, the number for the White House.

INT. PILOT'S REST AREA - NIGHT

The rest area consists of a couple of bunks behind the

cockpit area, still soiled black from the earlier C-4

explosion. Korshunov pours a cup of coffee and offers it to

Alice.

ALICE:

I don't drink coffee.

KORSHUNOV:

You must be tired. It'll wake you

up.

ALICE:

No, thank you. The gunfire did that.

Gibbs wraps Rose's hands behind her back with duct tape.

ROSE:

Leave my daughter alone.

KORSHUNOV:

Or you will do what, Mrs. Marshall?

(beat, he chuckles)

But I admire your courage. Your

husband, on the other hand...

ROSE:

What do you know of my husband?

KORSHUNOV:

I know he left you behind.

ROSE:

My husband is a very courageous man.

KORSHUNOV:

Your husband is a coward. He sends

soldiers half-way around the world

to steal a man from his home in the

middle of the night.

Alice sits up, attentive.

ALICE:

You're one of Stravanavitch's men.

KORSHUNOV:

So, you study world events, little

one. That's good for a girl your

age.

ALICE:

Yeah, I study world events. Five

thousand Turkienistan Muslims were

slaughtered in Stravanvitch's

cleansings... along with 15 American

school kids. You know hQw I studied

that. I went to their funerals with

my dad. I met their parents.

KORSHUNOV:

Smart for your age, eh? Top of your

class? Tell me, do you know what the

word "propaganda" means?

ALICE:

Yeah. Do you know what the word

"a**hole" means.

ROSE:

Alice!

Rose doesn't know whether to be pissed at Alice or proud of

her. Korshunov smiles, nods his head and lifts his gun.

KORSHUNOV:

Yes, I have heard that word.

He aims his gun at Alice.

KORSHUNOV:

Yes, I am an a**hole.

A long beat, the Korshunov lovers the gun.

KORSHUNOV:

Your father is a reasonable man.

Once he hears our simple demand, I'm sure he will acquiesce.

For your sake.

Korshunov smiles. Gibbs grabs Alice's hands and pulls them

behind her back. Begins wrapping them with the tape.

INT. MAIN CABING, REAR GALLEY.

Serge searches through the galley cabinets, spots the galley

dumbwaiter. Now he knows where his quarry went.

He angrily grabs a service cart and shoves it into the

dumbwaiter, disabling it.

INT. GANGWAY -

Bazylev hears the beeps of a phone dialing. He moves toward

the aft portal of the gangway.

INT. REAR BAGGAGE HOLD -

Marshall waits as the phone rings...

INT. WHITE HOUSE, SWITCHBOARD ROOM - DAY

A chipper woman in her mid-20s picks up the call.

SWITCHBOARD:

White House switchboard. How may I

direct your call.

MT. REAR BAGGAGE HOLD -

MARSHALL:

(hushed urgency)

Okay listen, listen carefully. This

is an emergency call from Air Force

One. Who's there? Is the Vice-

President there?

INT. WHITE HOUSE, SWITCHBOARD ROOM - DAY

SWITCHBOARD:

who can I say is calling?

MARSHALL (0.S. PHONE)

This is the President.

SWITCHBOARD:

Yeah, right.

MARSHALL:

Don't cut me off. This is an

emergency.

SWITCHBOARD:

Sir, the President does not call

this particular number. So whoever

you are get a life, before I have

this call traced.

MARSHALL:

You don't understand. This is an

emergency. Let me talk to anyone.

The switchboard operator thinks for a moment. Maybe she can

have some fun with this nutcase.

SWITCHBOARD:

Okay... if you're the President,

when's your wife's birthday?

MARSHALL:

Look lady, I don't have time for

games. Just put the....

SWITCHBOARD:

Thank you for calling the white

House...

INT. REAR BAGGAGE HOLD -

MARSHALL:

No. no. no. Wait. Wait.

Bazylev appears behind Marshall. Raises his gun.

MARSHALL:

I should know this.

INT. WHITE HOUSE SWITCHBOARD ROOM -

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