Flightplan Page #3

KYLE:

Whole way.

Julia thinks about it... then nods.

EXT. KYLE'S STREET - HIGH ANGLE - CONTINUING

We are across the street, at rooftop height, as Kyle carries

Julia, hidden under that overcoat, to the car. The buildings

on this block surround them like walls in a room.

INT. THE CAR - CONTINUING

Kyle straps Julia into a CARSEAT. Behind them, their Driver

shuts the trunk.

KYLE:

Hey, look what I brought.

Kyle pulls two GROOVY GIRL DOLLS from her bag.

KYLE (CONT'D)

They're your favorite ones, right?

JULIA:

They're okay.

Kyle shrugs, humbled. The Driver starts the car; it pulls

away. Kyle's head turns as that cracked PLANTER POT passes

by, almost close enough to touch.

FADE TO BLACK:

...and come back in on a HIGH-ANGLE of the Berlin Airport.

EXT. BERLIN AIRPORT - HIGH ANGLE - ESTABLISHING

Dense clouds, heavy snow... and not a single flight taking

off or landing. From up here the stillness almost makes the

airport look like a photograph.

INT. BERLIN AIRPORT - TERMINAL - 4 P.M.

We're tight on a HUGE BOARD listing DEPARTURES and ARRIVALS.

Every listed flight has been delayed or cancelled.

Kyle stares at the board. Her PAN-WORLD flight to JFK has

been pushed until 7 p.m. That worries her.

Around her we see frazzled travellers, long lines, swelling

counters - and all of it watched over by SOLDIERS, armed and

grim. Welcome to Post 9/11 travel.

A LADY passes by, carrying a LEASH. At the other end of the

leash is not a dog but her two CHILDREN. That gets Kyle's

attention. She turns, to point it out to Julia...

...But Julia's not beside her.

KYLE:

Julia?

Kyle swivels quickly, eyes darting. She sees strangers,

couples, foreigners, adults. But nobody kid-sized. Travellers

pass by her, obscuring her view. A small panic flutters

through her... She turns again:

There's Julia, over by a MAGAZINE/SUNDRIES STAND, staring at

a rack of candy, holding Harry the one-armed teddy-bear.

Kyle lets out a sigh, surprised by how panicked she'd felt.

INT. BERLIN TERMINAL - MAGAZINE STAND - CONTINUING

Kyle hurries over, pushing the "Smart-Cart" bearing her three

huge suitcases.

KYLE:

(firmly)

Julia.

Julia turns, recognizing the "mad" tone in Kyle's voice.

KYLE (CONT'D)

What'd I tell you about wandering

away from me in a public place?

JULIA:

I was hungry.

KYLE:

Doesn't matter. You scared me to de--

(stops herself)

You got me really worried.

JULIA:

Sorry, mom.

She meant it. Kyle softens.

KYLE:

It's okay. What kinda snack do you

want?

INT. AIRPORT - BAGGAGE HANDLING - 5 P.M.

Darkness. A rattling sound. Then we emerge into light.

...as Kyle's THREE SUITCASES come off a conveyor belt. A

TURKISH BAGGAGE WORKER puts them on another belt, heading for

an X-RAY MACHINE. (Every piece passes through it.)

More soldiers patrol down here. Bomb-sniffing DOGS too.

INT. TERMINAL - APPROACHING METAL DETECTOR - 5 P.M.

Kyle stands, bleary-eyed, in a line approaching a METAL

DETECTOR. Beside her, Julia eats a muesli bar and sips some

juice, her BACKPACK on her back.

The chatter around them is about cancelled flights, airport

closures, weather. And security, of course. Kyle's eyes

close, for just a second. She shakes herself awake again.

Above is another DEPARTURES/ARRIVALS board: Pan World 83 to

JFK just got pushed again. 7:30 p.m. Sh*t.

They reach the front of the line.

INT. TERMINAL - AT THE METAL DETECTOR - CONTINUING

Julia's got that backpack. Kyle has a soft-sided computer

bag, and their bag of snacks from that sundries stand.

KYLE (CONT'D)

Put your bag on the belt, Honey.

(Julia hesitates)

Don't worry. It'll come out the other

side. Mommy's bag goes through too.

Julia will send the backpack through, but not with Harry

inside. She pulls the bear out. Kyle looks to the METAL

DETECTOR GUARD:
"Is it okay?" The Guard shrugs.

Julia passes through. No beep. She kisses Harry, then notices

the TV-sized X-RAY MONITOR on which she can see the x-ray of

her own backpack. Pretty neat...

METAL DETECTOR GUARD #2 (IN GERMAN)

Please turn on any electrical

devices.

Kyle nods, opens up her carry-on. Inside is her LAP-TOP. But

she's also got her overcoat, and a pullover. And all of

Julia's cold-weather gear. This might take a minute or two.

KYLE:

Stay where I can see you, Jules.

Behind Kyle is a SENEGALESE WOMAN, roughly sixty, waiting

patiently with a small child.

KYLE (IN GERMAN)

(to Senegalese Lady)

You can go ahead, if you want.

The Senegalese Woman smiles, nodding to the CHILD to go

ahead. They pass toward the metal detector as Kyle steps

aside, turning on her lap-top for the Guard.

The Guard nods, satisfied. Kyle shuts down her lap-top, sends

her carry-on through, and passes through the metal detector.

...where she BEEPS. Great.

METAL DETECTOR GUARD #1 (IN GERMAN)

This way, please.

Kyle looks to Julia, who remains transfixed by the x-ray

screen. Kyle heads for a row of chairs nearby.

KYLE:

It's just a second, Honey. They have

to check something.

Julia shrugs, happily watching the x-ray of another carry-on

bag as it passes through.

METAL DETECTOR GUARD #1

Shoes off, please.

The inspection begins, that Guard's WAND being waved over

Kyle and all her clothing. She slips out of her shoes.

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