Airport Page #8

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I'm sorry, mrs. Livingston,

that he got mad at you.

It was all my fault.

Never mind. He'll get over it.

That man was one of the last

to go aboard

so he probably

was on that bus that was late.

Reindel.

John, this is Tanya Livingston.

Do me a favor, will you?

Read me the list of passengers

on Flight Two who came out on the bus.

Hang on a minute.

I've got it right here.

Never mind the women.

Just the men.

"Rathbone, Marcus J."

"Bonnelli, Luigi."

"Guerrero, D.O."

"Yates, Robert."

She stood us up, that's all.

I hope that's all.

You or me?

You.

Bakersfeld.

Your wife insisted that I page you.

She's waiting for you in your office.

Thanks.

Mrs. Livingston.

I'm sorry to bother you

but one of my men found this woman

wandering aimlessly.

Seems terribly upset about something.

She ought to see the doctor.

She doesn't want to.

I think what's worrying her most is she

doesn't have any money to get back to town.

I'd like to help...

She let me go through her purse.

I thought maybe I'd find

a little address book or something

call somebody who knew her.

But there was nothing in it but this.

I thought since her husband

bought a ticket on Global

you might want to give her

bus fare to get home.

$5 would do it.

Now, you just take it easy, ma'am.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Guerrero...

And we don't have a home anymore.

We have a waiting room

a place where I can walk the floor

and wonder whether you're going

to leave this damn airport

long enough to drop

by for a few minutes.

Why you have to pick tonight

to come out here and fight with me...

I came here to tell you

that Roberta left home.

What do you mean, left home? When?

I called from the banquet to say

good night, and I spoke to Libby.

Roberta, she said, told her that she

couldn't stand our fighting any longer.

That she "couldn't stand

the atmosphere of hate".

And that's a direct quote.

Where is she? Did Libby say?

She's at Sally Bolten's house.

She's going to spend the night.

I spoke to her.

Cindy, we can't do this to the kids.

We've got to call a truce,

even if it's a pretense.

We've got to start being

civil to each other.

And add hypocrisy to the problem?

They'd see through that in a minute.

That's not the answer.

Well, we've got to do something.

You're right, and the only answer

is a divorce.

You think that will make them

feel more secure?

A broken home?

It's better to come from a broken home

than to live in one.

You may be right.

And you may be right about me, too.

I suppose I'm like a lot of men,

a bigamist.

Married to both a woman and a job.

And I can't be number two wife

any longer.

Yes, Danny?

Patroni wants a skip loader.

Get one from the parking lot.

We must get that plane out of there.

And Danny, keep twenty-niner clean

so it'll be operational.

That's what I mean. Those things

are more important than we are.

No, not more important.

But at the moment more imperative.

It just so happens

we're in a hell of a mess.

We certainly are.

It's a big step, Cindy.

You're sure you don't want

to reconsider?

No. It's too late.

It's not just the girls

that I'm thinking of.

There's someone else, Mel,

and there has been for quite a while.

Someone who makes me feel wanted,

occasionally.

You had no idea, had you?

Too busy to even consider

the possibility.

Mel...

Mr. Bakersfeld. I'm sorry.

I didn't know you were busy.

Cindy... mrs. Livingston,

mrs. Bakersfeld.

How do you do?

I have information on that man

with the attach case.

I'll talk to you

about it in a little while.

Certainly.

Are you sure?

Are you really sure?

Yes.

When we tell the children,

we must do it together.

Of course. And I promise

there won't be any trouble.

You may see the girls

as often as you wish.

Thanks.

As a matter of fact,

you'll probably see them more often.

Ex-husbands always seem

to make a special effort.

Bakersfeld.

Hang on a second.

Ned. I'll be right with you.

Go ahead. Yes, that's all right.

Put it in warehouse 12.

Get the trucks out of the way.

They're not supposed

to be blocking that area.

What's up, Ned?

No. Let the city police handle it.

You just stay right here.

I'll just be a minute.

The downtown terminal

told me they remembered

a man with an attach case.

We must have checked in 10 men

with an attach case.

But this one held it under his arm.

And when the agent tried

to put a cabin tag on it

he pulled away and insisted

on putting it on himself.

That's why they remembered him.

And it was Guerrero.

I can't get anything out of his wife

except a blank stare.

Maybe you can make her talk.

Please try.

I have a horrible feeling...

Bring her in.

Mrs. Guerrero...

She's gone.

Hold it. Yes, sir?

Remember the woman

you turned over to mrs. Livingston?

She's given us the slip.

She's probably still in the terminal.

You've got to find her.

We'll sure try.

Will you round up my boys?

We'll announce from here.

You do it.

I'll call the insurance company.

What's the security code?

Lester Mainwaring.

Attention, please. Attention, please.

Mr. Lester Mainwaring's party.

Mr. Mainwaring requests

that all members of his travel group

report immediately

to the main terminal entrance.

To the main terminal entrance.

Yes. Here it is, mr. Bakersfeld.

"D.O. Guerrero". It's for $225.000.

Yes, I remember him.

Yes, sir, he was a little nervous.

Aside from that, did you notice

anything unusual about him?

Well, just one thing.

For somebody going to Europe,

he didn't seem to have much money.

He paid me with six one-dollar bills

and the rest in change.

Mostly nickels and dimes.

It seemed to be just about all he had.

Thanks.

You've been so busy

we just haven't had a chance to chat.

I'm Ada Quonsett.

How do you do?

What's your name, sir?

Guerrero.

Guerrero?

That's Spanish, isn't it?

Yes, but way back.

You look more Irish.

So did my mother.

I've been fascinated by that figuring

you've been doing on the map.

I said to mr. Davidson

I was sure you'd win.

The contest.

The one that comes closest

to guessing our time of arrival

wins a sightseeing trip.

No, I just do this as sort of a hobby.

I like to see if I can calculate

where we are all the time.

- Now, that's...

- If you'll excuse me

I think I'll take a little nap.

Approach with extreme caution.

His seat assignment is 23-A.

Have the dispatcher send it

the way he sent the other one

on the company frequency

probably New York.

They're out

of the Cleveland area by now.

How do we know the man

is not just an ordinary eccentric?

Maybe all he's got in there

are some important papers.

I don't think so.

I wish I did. I have a niece

aboard that flight.

Suppose he has got a bomb.

They've been up there

for over an hour.

Why hasn't he let it go?

I don't know.

Maybe he's waiting until

they get out over the ocean.

The Atlantic doesn't leave traces.

We just found the Guerrero woman.

One of my men is bringing her up.

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