Air Force One Page #20

Bazylev grabs Marshall's hair and tugs his head back. He

holds Marshall with his eyes.

BAZYLEV:

You'll suffer for what you've done.

MARSHALL:

* So will you.

Bazylev slams Marshall's face against his knee. Marshall

slumps forward.

BAZYLEV:

Up. Get up now!

Marshall slowly rises to his feet. Bazylev swings wide around

him.

BAZYLEV:

You will walk ahead... slowly. Do

you understand?

(no response)

Do you understand!

MARSHALL:

Do you know what's going to happen

to you because of this? Do you know

what the world will do?

BAZYLEV:

Nothing. The world will do nothing.

That is what they've always done.

INT. MAIN CABIN, FORWARD GALLEY -

Serge seals off the second dumbwaiter.

EXT. SKY - NIGHT

63.

The Squadron of F-15 Eagles hover around Air Force One.

COL. CARLTON (V.0.)

You want me to what?

GENERAL NORTPNOOD (V.0.)

You heard the order. And do not, I

repeat, do not take your best shot.

COL. CARLTON

Roger, sir. Okay boys, clear the

deck. I have been ordered to engage

Air Force One.

EXT. SKY - NIGHT

The other airplanes flare out giving distance to the Jumbo

Jet. Canton's plane drops back.

COL. CARLTON

Assuming attack posture. Targeting

computer is on.

INT. CARLTON'S COCKPIT - NIGHT

On TARGETING COMPUTER - Graphics: As it acquires Air Force

One.

COL. CARLTON

Target is acquired. I have good tone

CLOSE ON:
The flight stick. Carlton's

finger over the firing button. He

hesitates.

COL. CARLTON

They're gonna court martial me for

this.

INT. AIR FORCE ONE, GANGWAY -

Hands behind his head, Marshall walks in front of Bazylev,

an MP5 pressed against his neck.

INT. F-15 EAGLE COCKPIT - NIGHT

Carlton pulls the trigger.

EXT. F-15 EAGLE - NIGHT

An air-to-air missile detatches from under the Eagle. Its

tail ignites in flame.

INT. AIR FORCE ONE COCKPIT - NIGHT

Zedeck monitoring the controls. Situation normal. Then all

hell breaks loose as an entire wall of instrumentation lights

up. Warning bells. Flashing lights.

ZEDECK:

What is this?

The TACTICAL COUNTERMEASUREs COMPUTER - Springs to life.

High-tech readouts, risk analyses, schematics, and

assessments. Radar tracks the incoming, identifies it.

On Screen:
"Autopilot disengaged"

The plane banks into a dive, throwing Zedeck back against

his chair.

ZEDECK:

Gibbs! Gibbs! Get in here.

On screen:
"Activating countermeasures"

EXT. SICY - NIGHT

With no oneat the controls, Air Force One goes into a sharp

sloping dive.

INT. GANGWAY, AIR FORCE ONE -

Bazylev, thrown off balance, tries to keep his gun trained

on Marshall.

BAZYLEV:

Don't move!

EXT. SKY - NIGHT

The missile follows a wide arc toward the banking plane.

INT. AFO, COCKPIT -

Gibbs slides into the pilot's seat, attempts to regain

control.

GIBBS:

What the hell's going on?

ZEDECK:

The Americans fired at us.

The Tactical Countermeasures Computer:

"Electronic Jamming has failed Target acquired"

Out the cockpit window, the brightly burning tail of the

missile closing on them.

GIBBS:

Why would they fire on us?

The Tactical Countermeasures Computer:

"Missile Closing:

Metallic Chaff Burst Standing by:"

The computer counts down from eight... seven...

EXT. SKY - NIGHT

The missile screams toward the jumbo jet, a slow easy target.

INT. COCKPIT - NIGHT

ZEDECK:

Do something.

Five... Four...

GIBBS:

I'm not a combat pilot.

Three... two....

ZEDECK:

Sh*t!

EXT. AIR FORCE ONE - NIGHT

Small bays doors slip open below the aircraft. A cloud of

small metallic narticles sprays out of the bottom of the

aircraft.

INT. COCKPIT -

On the faces of the terrorists, as the missile comes right

at them.

Then the missile veers downward.

The Tactical Countermeasures Computer:

"Missile Neutralized"

EXT. SKY - MIGHT

The missile dives into the swarm of descending chaff and

DETONATES, lighting up the evening sky. Red flames reflect

against the silver-grey clouds.

INT. AIR FORCE ONE, VARIOUS SHOTS - NIGHT

The shock wave hits the aircraft.

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