Flightplan Page #12

Kyle studies him, realizing only now that what she said has

registered. Carson almost looks humbled.

Kyle moves on to the next row...

INT. AIRJET - FUSELAGE "ATTIC" - RESUMING

The beam from Eric's mag-light fans through the endless space

of this "attic":

Above us is the ribbed curvature of the fuselage, insulated

by lime green poly-paper. STRUTS descend from the fuselage,

bolted to the column of "overhead storage bins" which are now

below us. (The struts hold those bins in place.)

Girders rattle, circuitry hums, metal moans under enormous

pressure. Around us are bundles of wires, AIR DUCTS, the

Auxiliary Power Unit, heavy feeder cables.

But no four year-olds.

INT. AIRJET - CREW QUARTERS - RESUMING

Eric pops back into that Cubby again. Katerina waits beside a

bunk. He hands the flashlight to her.

ERIC:

(suddenly serious)

You should have a look.

KATERINA:

Why? Did you see anything?

ERIC:

No.

...then a sly grin comes to Eric's face...

ERIC (CONT'D)

...it's just that I'm dying to watch

you crawl through that hatch.

She rolls her eyes, amused but unoffended.

INT. AIRJET - UPPER DECK - ROWS 14/15/16 - RESUMING

Kyle continues to look row-by-row. Carson watches.

Then - f*** it - he starts looking too: crouching down,

scanning under some seats.

Kyle notices... but she won't comment on it. Carson

appreciates that. They continue along...

...when she stops, literally. Carson doesn't know why.

CARSON:

What's the problem?

Kyle turns, focusing on a MAN they just passed - in Row 16.

We saw him when he boarded.

The man is Egyptian. His name's JARRAH.

Kyle studies the guy, as if recognizing him from somewhere.

Of course, that makes Jarrah uncomfortable.

JARRAH:

May I help you?

KYLE:

I don't... Do I know you from

somewhere?

JARRAH:

You've walked past me five times

since we took off. Does that count?

The guy next to Jarrah laughs. This is AHMED, a Jordanian.

And Kyle suddenly finds him familiar as well. Just can't

place the exact spot...

KYLE:

You're from Berlin?

JARRAH:

(at Carson)

Am I being interrogated now?

KYLE:

Just wanted to know if you were from

Berlin.

JARRAH:

No. I am not.

CARSON:

Let's move along.

Kyle stares at Jarrah, trying to remember... but her brain's

too scrambled just now.

KYLE:

Sure. Sorry.

They continue on. Jarrah and Ahmed trade a look. Then they

glance across their aisle, one row back, toward the LIBYAN

MEN who were searched next to Kyle at the Metal Detector.

The four share a look, its meaning undecipherable to us...

INT. AIRJET - MAIN DECK - REAR OF COACH CABIN - MOMENTS LATER

Eric and Katerina descend that tiny staircase from the Crew

Quarters above.

ERIC (O.S.)

Think about what you're saying no to.

I mean, it would be epic!

KATERINA:

You're terrible!

They're all giggles, having a wonderful time.

...until they reach the bottom of that stairwell - where Kyle

stands. Carson's right behind her.

The giggling stops, instantly. Katerina eyes the floor.

KYLE:

I need to speak to the Captain again.

There's a CREW-PHONE affixed to the wall at the base of those

steps. Eric looks to Carson.

KYLE (CONT'D)

I need to speak to the Captain. Can

you get him for me?

Carson looks to Eric: "Humor her." Eric grabs the phone...

INT. AIRJET - UPPER DECK - GALLEY #2 - MOMENTS LATER

Kyle, growing more impatient:

KYLE:

Okay. Can we look in the holds now?

Reveal Rich, who is just-this-second entering the Galley. The

guy hasn't even had enough time to get both feet in.

RICH:

Ms. Sherin, there's no conceivable

way a child could've gained access to

any of the holds.

Now we discover Carson, flanking Kyle.

KYLE:

There's access to the forward hold

from Main Galley Number One. The food-

cart elevator.

RICH:

The call button's too high for a four

year-old to reach.

KYLE:

So's the overhead bin, but her

backpack is missing too. She's with

an adult. I told you.

RICH:

What adult? Every single passenger is

in his seat, accounted for.

KYLE:

That's according to a manifest that

we already know to be inaccurate.

RICH:

It is not inaccurate!

A beat, both of them frustrated...

KYLE:

Captain, we can't say we've

thoroughly searched this aircraft

until we've looked everywhere, and

that means the holds.

RICH:

I'm sorry, I can't allow that.

KYLE:

Goddammit! Are you listening?

That stopped things cold. Rich eyes her, silently reminding

her of his rank. She knows she ought to apologize... but she

can't. So they're silent, until:

CARSON:

I don't think it's a bad idea,

Captain.

RICH:

What?!

Kyle just brightened.

CARSON:

Might be good to have her below deck

for a while. She's making people

anxious.

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