Air Force One Page #8

SHOOTS each of the agents in THE BACK OF THE HEAD.

Silenced pistol. Blood all over the desk. Gibbs removes each

of the agent's weapons and slips them into his waistband. He

waits a few beats, takes a long sip of coffee, then exits

the office.

INT. SECRET SERVICE CABIN - NIGHT

As he passes through the cabin he takes a silent inventory.

Five other agents working, sleeping, on the phone.

INT. PRESS CABIN - NIGHT

Gibbs nods to Korshunov. Korshunov nods one of his men.

NEVSKY removes one of his videotapes, pops the front cover

exposing the tape. Across the face of the tape is a thin

strip of a rubbery substance. Nevsky pulls the strip up and

out, making a kind of fuse. He reaches for a pack of

matches... courtesy matches, sporting the Seal of the

President.

Nevsky nods and lights the fuse.

IN A RAPID SUCCESSION -

GIBBS tosses his two extra weapons to Korshunov's men, pivots

the corner and begins firing at his colleagues. The SECRET

SERVICE AGENTS try to get at their weapons, but Gibbs has

caught them completely off-guard.

Several silenced central nervous system shots (head and neck)

and the five agents slump back, their red blood cascading

down the creases of the fine Corinthian leather chairs.

Nevsky tosses the cassette up the corridor... smoke pours

out of it. Smoke screen.

BAZYLEV and ZEDECK catch the guns Gibbs tossed and hold them

on the reporters.

BAZYLEV:

UP! GET UP NOW!

Bazylev grabs the stunned reporters, yanking them into the

aisle.

BAZYLEV:

Walk in front of us. Go! Go! Go!

Human shields. A half dozen of them.

Behind the terrorists, one of the bathroom doors swings open.

A SECRET SERVICE AGENT emerges. Sees what's happening. Reaches

for his gun. ZEDECK fells him with a well placed unsilenced

GUN SHOT. SCREAMS ensue...

INT. FORWARD CABIN - NIGHT

A sleeping SECRET SERVICE AGENT bolts upright. HEARS MORE

SHOTS.

He springs up and moves toward the gunshots, his weapon drawn.

SECRET SERVICE AGENT

SHOTS FIRED! SECURE BOY SCOUT!

(screaming out and

into his lapel mike)

SHOTS FIRED! SHOTS FIRED!

INT. SECRET SERVICE CABIN - NIGHT

Bazylev and Zedeck lay down a suppressing fire outside the

door.

GIBBS:

Come on! Quickly.

Korshunov, Nevsky and VLAD follow Gibbs into the Secret

Service office. Gibbs opens a locker and pulls out a stash

of MP5 automatic assault rifles and bullet-proof vests.

Korshunov raises his bushy eyebrows in delight.

GIBBS:

The Secret Service believes in being

prepared for any eventuality.

INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT

The Secret Service agent fights his way through the smoke to

a wall panel. Punches a red buttoned intercom.

INT. AIR FORCE ONE'S FLIGHT DECK - NIGHT

A red light on the security panel lights up...

SECRET SERVICE AGENT (V.0.)

We have a code red, I repeat, code

red. Shots fired onboard.

Cot. AXELROD Cabin/Flight Deck: Code Red Acknowledged...

Sh*t.

LT. CCL. INGRAHAMS

(into headset

microphone)

Warsaw tower this is Air Force One.

Declaring Emergency.

Axelrod toggles his headset to secure line.

COL. AXELROD

Ranstein Air Base, this is Air Force

One Heavy. We have a code red. Shots

fired onboard, request priority

redirect. Please acknowledge.

INT. RAMSTEIN AIR BASE, AIR TRAFFIC CONTHOL TOWER - NIGHT

SUPER - "RAMSTEIN AIR BASE, GERMANY"

Hunched over a control terminal, the AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER

tracks Air Force One's radar image.

RAMSTEIN A.B. CONTROLLER

F*** me. GO WAKE THE GENERAL. NOW!

The WATCH OFFICER springs into action, picking up a phone.

RAMSTEIN A.B. CONTROLLER

Air Force One Heavy, acknowledged.

You are on our scope. Please state

fuel remaining and souls onboard.

COL. AXELROD (RADIO)

Sixty seven souls onboard, we're

okay with fuel. Request secure

military escort with emergency medical

standing by.

RAMSTEIN A.B. CONTROLLER

Air Force One Heavy, acknowledged.

We are scrambling our fighters.

The controller hits a red button on his console. Sirens flare

up and klaxons wail across the base.

The controller looks down to his runways. In the light of

the moon he sees a half-dozen men rushing toward F-15 Eagles.

RAMSTEIN A.B. CONTROLLLR

Call Berlin Tower. Not a plane lands

or takes off within two hundred miles!

Understood?

The once sleepy midnight control room cranks into full crisis

mode.

INT. AIR FORCE ONE, MISSION COMMUNICATIONS CENTER - NIGHT

Pandemonium. GUNFIRE pops in the b.g. Air Force Specialists

try to get the word out.

AIR FORCE SPECIALIST

A.F. SPECIALIST #2

General Greely? No sir, Interrupt her. This is this

is Air Force One. We Air Force One with an have a

code red. Shots emergency call. have been fired.

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