Flightplan Page #8

Kyle sits on the ARMREST of her seat. Waiting, trying to keep

her nerves still. It's been ten minutes.

Fiona stands here, a uniformed babysitter. It's awkward.

FIONA:

(to fill the void:)

Are you in the airline business?

KYLE:

What?

FIONA:

You seem to know aircraft design.

KYLE:

I work for Airjet. Mechanical

engineer.

FIONA:

Based in Berlin?

KYLE:

Look, I know you're just trying to

keep me calm. But the problem here is

not that I'm anxious. The problem is

that my daughter is missing and

nobody can tell me where the hell she

is. Okay?

That put Fiona off; it also got Carson's attention - he looks

up from his movie, discreetly. The Louds too.

Kyle sighs, switching gears a bit:

KYLE (CONT'D)

(softer)

I'm sorry. Do you have kids?

FIONA:

Do nieces count?

KYLE:

Almost.

They actually share a near-laugh. It breaks the tension.

FIONA:

They hate playing hide-and-seek with

me because I always find them. So

fear not.

Fiona smiles; it's encouraging. Rhett and Brittany are now

officially snooping, facing Kyle, so:

KYLE:

(to the Louds:
)

Did any of you see my little girl?

MR. LOUD

You're the one they made the

announcement about?

KYLE:

Yes.

MR. LOUD

I didn't even know you had a kid with

you.

(at Mrs. Loud)

Did you, Honey?

MRS. LOUD

Sorry, I didn't. What's she look

like?

KYLE:

You saw her, before. Four years old,

dark hair in a ponytail.

Mrs. Loud shrugs, looks to her kids.

KYLE (CONT'D)

Maybe you guys could help me look for

her.

RHETT:

Cool.

BRITTANY:

Awesome! I'm so bored.

MR. LOUD

Sorry. No.

RHETT:

Dadddddd...

BRITTANY:

She's lost.

MR. LOUD

We're in a tube. How lost could she

be? Turn around.

The kids turn around. The engines drone. Kyle sits, trying to

be calm...

FIONA:

I'm sure the Captain will be here any

minute.

Kyle nods, then catches a glimpse of something, in the corner

of her eye. She turns.

It's Stefan, emerging from the aft section - with a deeply

uneasy look on his face. And a piece of paper in his hand.

Kyle tightens, instantly; something about Stefan's

expression, a look that says I've got something troubling to

report but I don't know quite how to report it.

Kyle begins to imagine the worst: Julia's dead, Julia's been

sucked into a jet...

She pushes past Fiona and into the aisle, making a bee-line

for Stefan. We DOLLY WITH KYLE as she marches past row after

row, until she reaches Stefan, right around Row 30.

KYLE:

What's wrong? What's happened?

STEFAN:

I'm sorry. I need to speak to the

Captain first.

KYLE:

If it has something to do with my

daughter you need to speak to me.

That was way too loud. Stefan looks to Fiona, then:

STEFAN:

Come with me.

INT. AIRJET - UPPER DECK - CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER

Stefan, Kyle, and Fiona crowd into a corridor, lavatories on

either side of them. It's the only "privacy" possible.

KYLE:

Okay. What is it?

Stefan pauses, desperately uncomfortable.

STEFAN:

Ms. Sherin. I don't know how to--

KYLE:

Is she all right? Did something

happen to her?

STEFAN:

Ms. Sherin.

KYLE:

What. Say it.

(Stefan can't)

Say it.

STEFAN:

Ma'am... I don't think she's here.

Kyle pauses. Fiona too. That didn't make sense.

KYLE:

What're you talking about?

STEFAN:

I looked at the manifest. She isn't

on it.

KYLE:

I don't understand.

STEFAN:

There's no record of her having been

on board.

Huh? Fiona looks to Kyle...

STEFAN (CONT'D)

The manifest lists 24-A as

"unoccupied" and I did the headcount

myself. I checked each seat.

KYLE:

So you missed one, she was hiding

under a blanket.

(to Fiona)

What's that got to do with finding

her now?

Fiona doesn't know how to react. She looks to Stefan.

STEFAN:

I also contacted the departure gate,

in Berlin.

(bracing himself)

Ma'am, they say they never checked a

Julia Sherin on to this plane.

KYLE:

She was with me. They checked us on

together.

An awkward beat. Stefan obviously thinks Kyle is nuts.

KYLE (CONT'D)

Would you like to see her boarding

pass?

STEFAN:

If you wouldn't mind.

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