Flight Page #7
MAIN CABIN -- WE WATCH OVER TRINA’S SHOULDER AS SHE HANGS
TRINA struggles to stay in her seat as she looks at the
passengers hanging. She watches as a YOUNG BOY loses his
grip and flops to the ground.
TRINA unhooks and flops to the ground. We follow her as she
runs on the ceiling of the cabin towards the BOY. She gets
there and starts lifting him towards his FATHER.
COCKPIT -- SAME TIME
The ATC voice now plays loudly through the entire cockpit.
ATC:
SouthJet 227, Atlanta Center. I see
your position 4 and a half miles
southeast of the airport.
Descending out of 1,800. Are you
OK?
It takes Whip a second to find the mic key on his inverted
yoke...
WHIP:
Uh, Atlanta...we’re inverted.
There’s a very pregnant pause...
ATC:
Uh, SouthJet 227...say again sir.
Did you say inverted?
EVANS seems calmed by WHIP’S workaday attitude about their
insane tragedy. But suddenly...
WARNING LIGHTS BEGIN FLASHING!
EVANS:
WE’RE LOSING OIL PRESSURE! PUMP
FAILURE. BOTH ENGINES!
36.
WE HEAR A HORRIBLE, METALLIC GRINDING SOUND as the engines
become oil-deprived.
WHIP:
We’re flying!
WHOOP, WHOOP, WHOOP! -- THE ENGINE FIRE ALARM SOUNDS!
EVANS:
WHIP:
PUT IT OUT!
Evans pulls the Fire Bottle handle.
Whip BARKS at air traffic control.
WHIP (CONT’D)
(into his mic)
HOW FAR’S THE AIRPORT!?
ATC:
227, three miles, and one o’clock.
WHIP:
(into his mic)
We’re not gonna make that!
WHIP’S POV -- THRU THE INVERTED WINDSCREEN -
A small white church on a hill -- 100 yards past the church
is a soy bean field and a two-lane blacktop.
WHIP (CONT’D)
(into his mic)
There’s a field and a road
ah...we’re gonna put it down in
that field.
ATC:
Roger, SouthJet 227.
BACK TO ACTION -- CLOSE ON WHIP -- HE CALMLY FIGHTS ON.
EVANS is breathing heavy as his face is beet red from the
blood rushing to it.
EVANS:
37.
WHIP:
WE’RE COMING BACK OVER! EVANS, WHEN
I START THE ROLL, THROW EVERYTHING
BACK OUT!
THE NERVE-WRACKING ALARMS CONTINUE TO SOUND!
EVANS:
FIRE IN THE RIGHT!
Evans deploys the right engine Fire Bottle.
WHIP’S POV -- WE’RE HEADED TOWARD THE CHURCH -
WHIP:
(into his mic)
WHAT’S MY ALTITUDE!?
ATC:
(on radio)
Eight hundred, descending...
A NEW ALARM SCREAMS!
EVANS:
WHIP:
We have enough speed to fly!
EVANS:
WE’RE LOSING POWER IN THE RIGHT!
WHIP:
HERE WE GO!
WHIP PULLS HARD ON HIS YOKE -- THE PLANE SLIPS SIDEWAYS AS IT
STARTS TO RIGHT ITSELF. Whip yanks back the throttles!
WHIP (CONT’D)
FLAPS FULL! GEAR DOWN!
Evans and Whip deploy every bit of drag they can think of.
ATC:
SouthJet 227, altitude 500
indicated, descending. Do you
concur?
We follow WHIP’s eye line that takes us off the control panel
and to the windshield.
THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD WE SEE -- the landscape and the church
steeple getting closer and closer.
38.
The plane does a clumsy roll to the right -- AND GETS STUCK
PERFECTLY ON ITS SIDE!
WHIP:
MARGARET, POWER!!!!
EVANS pushes the power to full thrust AND THE PLANE FINISHES
ITS ROLL!
THE PASSENGERS HOWL!
INT. MAIN CABIN -- GALLEY -- SAME TIME
TRINA is still struggling to strap herself in to her
jumpseat. The plane rolls! She sees Camelia...
P.O.V. -- Camelia is tossed across a row of SCREAMING
passengers.
TRINA loses her grip and is violently thrown against the
galley wall!
Like a rag doll, CAMELIA is hurled down the cabin aisle as
the plane plummets!
Trina slides across the galley floor and CRACKS her head on
the jumpseat.
Whip frantically spins the trim wheel!
THRU THE WINDSCREEN --
THE CHURCH SPIRE IS COMING RIGHT AT US -- BOOM! -- THE RIGHT
WING CLIPS THE STEEPLE, SHEARING OFF THE CROSS!
WE HEAR A HORRIFIC, METALLIC GRINDING -- followed by a
TERRIFYING SILENCE -- RIGHT ENGINE STOPS.
EVANS:
WE LOST ALL POWER!
An unnerving quiet descends over the passenger cabin. The
only SOUND is the wind RUSHING past the air-frame.
CLOSE ON WHIP --
WHIP:
(to himself, incredulous)
Are we gliding?
39.
THROUGH THE WINDSCREEN --
WE’RE DROPPING RAPIDLY TOWARD THE GROUND -- A GROUP OF PEOPLE
GATHERED NEAR A POND IN THE CHURCHYARD SCATTER -- some are
wearing long white robes.
CLOSE ON WHIP -
WHIP (CONT’D)
WE’RE IN A GLIDE! PITCH FOR GLIDE!
EVANS (O.S.)
Oh God.
CLOSE ON THE YOKE --WHIP PULLS WITH ALL HIS MIGHT -WHIP
TRIM IT!
CLOSE ON THE TRIM WHEEL -- WHIP SPINS IT “TRIM UP” -WHIP
(CONT’D)
PITCH FOR GLIDE!
THROUGH THE WINDSCREEN -- THE BEAN FIELD RUSHES UP AT US...
CLOSE ON WHIP -WHIP
(CONT’D)
ALL SOUND FADES AWAY AS THE SCREEN BLEEDS HOT WHITE --
OVEREXPOSED.
IN GRAPHIC SLOW-MOTION -- THE INSTRUMENT PANEL CRUMPLES AND
And in a final, ironic, cosmic gesture --
WHIP’S CONTROL YOKE HURDLES TOWARD HIM -- IMPACTING HIM
BETWEEN THE EYES --
CUT TO BLACK:
NOW WE HEAR -- SHOUTS, SCREAMS -- A WOMAN SOBBING.
FADE IN:
WHIP’S POV --
WE SEE Whip’s lower torso being pulled from the wreckage --
There is swirling SMOKE AND DUST, SMALL FIRES --
40.
Evans strapped in his chair, bleeding -Margaret
SOBS uncontrollably -FADE
OUT.
FADE IN:
EXT. CRASH SITE --SLOW MOTION - HILLSIDE -- DAY
WHIP’s being pulled up a grassy hillside. In the distance
WHIP can see the shattered airplane lying in a crater. Fires
smoulder around the impact zone. Passengers are joined by
first responders as they frantically carry, drag and walk the
injured and the dead from the plane. WHIP sees a fire truck
fly by him, down the grassy slope towards the burning plane.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
WHIP’S POV -
LOOKING UP at the sky -- WE SEE black, oily SMOKE billowing
across the shattered church steeple -WE
GLIMPSE PEOPLE rushing past, some are wearing white
flowing robes -WE
HEAR DISTANT SIRENS APPROACHING AND PEOPLE PRAYING -FADE
OUT.
FADE IN:
A LOUD SIREN SCREAMS --
WHIP’S POV -LOOKING
UP at the ceiling of an ambulance -TWO
EMTS are urgently attending to him -
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
41.
WHIP’S POV -- NIGHT
A halogen overhead light and an air-conditioning vent --
brown-stained acoustic ceiling tiles -
WE HEAR the rhythmic BEEP of a heart monitor --
WHIP’s eyes open to see the halogen overhead lights of a
hospital room. He turns his head slightly to see the flicker
of a TV with no sound.
TELEVISION -- NEWS - NO SOUND -- GRAINY CELL PHONE FOOTAGE
A news show runs a loop of eye witness cell phone footage of
the plane turning over and crashing belly down.
A MAN who has been watching the TV turns to see that WHIP is
awake. The MAN turns off the TV, gets up and approaches
WHIP’s bedside. WHIP knows him.
WHIP:
Charlie Anderson.
CHARLIE ANDERSON is a late 50’s former military pilot who
carries that familiar air of Texas comfort and entitlement.
CHARLIE:
How you feelin’ Whip? Initial
reports look like you pulled some
move up there, kid. You saved a
lot of lives.
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