Cliffhanger Page #5
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- 1993
- 113 min
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TRAVERS:
(turning away)
Thanks for the tip. But I've got work
to do.
MATHESON:
(stopping him)
Did I say "last" report? I think I
did. I mean last f***ing report.
These guys have vanished.
TRAVERS:
You have my sympathy, but --
(exasperated)
There's a reason we do things this
way, all right? Armored cars can be
hijacked. Trains can be derailed. But
nobody can get to us in flight. The
only time this is on the ground is at
the mint, or on the Presidio runway in
San Francisco. Either way, someone
would have to shoot his way past a
couple of thousand guards.
Matheson still isn't convinced.
TRAVERS:
If you're worried about an inside job,
forget it. I checked the plane from
top to bottom an hour ago. And these
three are my best against. Even if one
of them did go skydiving, they
wouldn't get far. Each case has an
electronic tracer with a range of one
hundred miles.
Travers pulls a tracking device about the size of a watchman
out of his jacket pocket. The small screen shows three red
blips at rest -- matching the three currency cases.
TRAVERS:
(facing down Matheson)
I haven't lost a bill in eight years.
And I'm not scrubbing this shipment
because you scare easily.
MATHESON:
(an easy smile)
Who said anything about stopping the
shipment?
(beat)
I've been tracking Qualen for almost a
year. If he pulls something, I want to
be in on the party.
Travers, angry, turns to Wright. Wright clearly doesn't like
this either, but is resigned to it.
WRIGHT:
This is cleared from the top, Travers.
Matheson will accompany you on the
flight to San Francisco.
(beat)
Show him every professional courtesy.
Travers turns back to a smiling Matheson, looking like he'd
rather kill him instead, as we --
CUT TO:
EXT. MOUNTAIN RANGE - MAGGIE'S HELICOPTER
is being buffeted by storm winds and a light snow -- Maggie
struggles hard with the controls, but --
INSIDE HELICOPTER
Visibility is near zero. Maggie keys the radio.
MAGGIE:
Rescue One to base, over.
HAL (O.S.)
Rescue One -- have you sighted them?
Over --
MAGGIE:
Negative, Hal -- storm's already
moving in -- I can't see them, and
winds are too strong to stay up
here -- over --
HAL (O.S.)
Rescue One -- abort. They'll be all
right. Brett and Evan are dumb enough
not to log in, but they're smart
enough to have storm gear. Head back
to base.
(not unkindly)
Maybe you can catch Gabe before he
leaves. Over.
MAGGIE:
I don't think he's planning a long
visit, Hal.
(back to business)
Rescue One heading back to base, over
and out.
THE HELICOPTER:
banks a 180 to fly back -- we can see over the horizon that
INT. CAVE - DAY
We can hear Maggie's helicopter flying off overhead -- camped
inside the cave are BRETT and EVAN, both 20s, both shivering,
amid their gear -- backpacks, cooking stuff -- and parachutes.
These are Colorado rock jocks -- thrillseekers who'll try
anything if the odds are strong enough they'll die in the
process.
EVAN:
(freezing)
Way to check the weather, Brett.
BRETT:
(shivering yet macho)
Hey. If it were easy, it wouldn't be
worth d-doing.
CUT TO:
EXT. TREASURY JET (DC-9) - DAY
The DC-9 cruises over increasingly mountainous, remote
terrain.
who looks tense -- we MOVE AROUND the cabin and find two more
relaxed Treasury agents are dozing on the opposite side of the
plane, their arms chained to the currency cases. Matheson is
edgy. Another AGENT offers some condescending reassurance.
AGENT:
Just enjoy the view, huh?
(Matheson says nothing)
Relax. I mean, what could happen in
the air?
Matheson turns back to his window and looks down --
is covered with snow -- the jet's shadow moves sleekly and
plainly over it. But after a moment we see -- -- another
jet's shadow on the ground, coming up fast!
INSIDE THE DC-9 - MATHESON
reacts this and shifts his look upward to --
WINDOW POV - ANOTHER PLANE (GULFSTREAM)
is flying a parallel course to the Treasury jet, and is just
one hundred yards away. Close enough to see Eric Qualen's face
in one of the windows.
INSIDE THE PLANE
Matheson stands -- Travers has noticed the plane by now too,
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