Air Force One Page #9

INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - NIGHT

The conference room door bursts open and TWO SECRET SERVICE

AGENTS, weapons drawn, enter the room and run to Marshall.

The once quiet room floods with light. The sounds of a

gunfight and a blanket of smoke sweeps into the cabin.

MARSHALL:

What's going on?

SECRET SERVICE AGENT

We're under attack.

MARSHALL:

Where's my family?

SECRET SERVICE AGENT

We're handling it, sir.

The agents lift Marshall to his feet, and practically carry

him from the room, leaving the other high ranking officials

to scramble for themselves in a cacophony of shouts.

MARSHALL:

The launch codes! Who's protecting

the football?

FORWARD CORRIDOR -

Perkins, carrying the nuclear football, ducks and weaves his

way down the corridor into the fray. He takes a bullet to

the shoulder, which fells him.

NEAR THE FORWARD GALLEY -

Alice is nearly trampled by agents responding to the gunfire.

One agent grabs her and shoves her into a bathroom.

SECRET SERVICE AGENT

Don't open the door!

GUNFIRE pops all around her.

INT. CORRIDOR, REAR CABINS - NIGHT

Smoke, automatic weapons fire. Secret service agents battling

the terrorists. Aides, diplomats, crew and personnel caught

in the crossfire.

ZEDECK:

Down! Everybody down.

A spray of weapons fire overhead and everyone hits the floor.

ZEDECK:

STAY DOWN, PLACE YOUR HANDS BEHIND

YOUR HEAD AND YOU WILL NOT BE SHOT!

INT. AIR FORCE ONE, FLIGHT DECK - NIGHT

RAMSTEIN A.B. CONTROLLER (RADIO)

Air Force One Heavy, you are cleared for priority divert,

all runways are clear.

LT. COL. INGRAHAMS

Warsaw Tower has cleared local

airspace.

COL. AXELROD

Changing course heading to 276 point

five. Dropping to twenty thousand

feet.

Shots can be heard outside.

COL. AXELROD

Ingrahams, make sure that door's

locked.

LT. COL. INGRAHAMS

Yes sir.

Ingrahams locks the cockpit door.

EXT. SKY - NIGHT

Air Force One banks into a curve and descends through broken

clouds.

INT. PRESIDENTIAL STATEROOM - NIGHT

The sounds of gunfire have reached the the nose of the plane.

Rose peers out to see what's the matter. An armed Secret

Service agent runs toward her.

SECRET SERVICE AGENT

Get back! Get back!

A spray of bullets mows him down. He collapses in the door

frame. Terrified, Rose tries to close the door, but the dead

agent is in the way.

INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT

Filled with smoke and gunfire. The agents rush the President

behind a forward bulkhead.

SECRET SERVICE AGENT

(into mike)

We have Boy Scout, traveling forward.

VOICE (OVER MIKE)

Negative... negative... they're up

here too.

SECRET SERVICE AGENT

Roger. We're going to the chute.

Marshall looks up the hallway toward his stateroom.

MARSHALL:

(calling out)

ROSE! ALICE!

DOWN THE CORRIDOR -

Gibbs fires.

HITS - One of the Secret Service agents in the shoulder.

Blood blossoms through his clothes but he winces it off.

SECRET SERVICE AGENT

Come on, sir.

The Secret Service agents whisk the President to the front

stairwell. They pull up a floor panel, revealing stairs

descending toward the baggage deck.

INT. BATHROOM -

Alice, huddled atop the commode.

MARSHALL (O.S.)

Alice!

ALICE:

Daddy...

Alice opens the door and rushes...

INTO THE CORRIDOR...

Tripping and falling over Joey, the steward. His dead eyes

swim in a pool of blood that was his face. Alice screams,

scrambling to her feet.

MID-PLANE CORRIDOR -

Perkins manages to push himself to his feet and stumbles

down the hall into the computer room. Terrorist SERGE spots

the nuclear football dangling from his wrist. He pursues.

INT. COMPUTER ROOM - NIGHT

Hysterical SECRETARIES feverishly dump classified documents

into a shredder, while Perkins struggles to open the black

leather briefcase handcuffed to his wrist.

Bullets tear up the doorknob lock arid SERGE kicks in the

door.

SERGE:

Down! Everyone down!

The Fawn Halls hit the floor as gunfire sprays overhead. But

Perkins swings around brandishing his sidearm. He opens fire

on Serge, but the bullets smack harmlessly against the SWAT

vest.

Serge returns fire, ripping up Perkins who collapses over

the shredder, and with his last bit of strength, he dumps

out the briefcase.

Papers containing NUCLE WAR STRATEGIES and MISSILE LAUNCH

CODES slide into the hungry Shredding machine. Perkins manages

a slight smile before he keels over dead, his duty fulfilled.

The shredded remains of the nuclear football rain over his

head like tickertape at a hero's parade.

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