Hero Page #11

A Flight Attendant (LESLIE) in a torn uniform is staggering up

the slope followed by an heroic FIREMAN (DENTON) carrying a

Crash Victim (SMITH) on his brave shoulders. What a shot!

EXT. RIVERBANK - NIGHT

BERNIE stands on the riverbank in the pouring rain and looks

back at the burning plane. He shakes his head sadly, imagines

FLETCHER in the inferno.

BERNIE:

Sorry, pal. Woooo! What a way to

go!

EXT. ACCIDENT SCENE/HIGHWAY - NIGHT

TWO PARAMEDICS are struggling with GALE who's trying to get off

the stretcher they're putting into an ambulance.

GALE:

I'm okay. Please, I'm okay, I'm

a reporter, I...OW!

PARAMEDIC:

Lady, you're not okay.

GALE gets off the stretcher in spite of their efforts and

staggers a few feet, grabs one of them for support.

PARAMEDIC:

Miss, please, you've got a broken

arm.

GALE:

It's my leg. My leg hurts...

(suddenly shouting)

CHUCKY! OVER HERE, CHUCKY! CHUCKY!

ANGLE ON CHUCKY:

Taping SURVIVORS, when he hears GALE'S voice and looks around

for her.

CONKLIN, the reporter with him, spots her first.

CONKLIN:

Holy sh*t! It's Gayley!

ANGLE ON THE AMBULANCE

Where GALE is half on the stretcher as CHUCKY and CONKLIN rush

up to her.

CONKLIN:

Gayley! You were on the plane?

GALE:

This is my story, Conk. I did the

research.

PARAMEDIC:

Please, she's injured, she's gotta

go to the hospital...

CHUCKY is already pointing the vidcam at her, taping as the

PARAMEDICS shove her onto the stretcher and into the ambulance

with her talking all the way.

GALE:

Get the Flight Attendant, the one

who manned the door. Also some guy,

a passenger, pulled me out. Talk

to him. Then get down to the

hospital and I'll do an interview

and an intro and close. Make

sure...

BANG! The PARAMEDICS slam the door behind her.

CONKLIN shakes his head as CHUCKY lowers his camera and the

ambulance pulls away.

CONKLIN:

She's a real piece of work!

Unbelievable! "It's 'my story, I

did the research."

CHUCKY:

You're not going to believe the shot

I got back there. Major Awards!

ANGLE ON BERNIE:

wearing only one shoe he limps right past CHUCKY and CONKLIN,

unnoticed in the confusion of FIREMEN, PARAMEDICS, and

SURVIVORS.

ANGLE ON RICHIE AND FLETCHER

Standing between an ambulance and a firetruck, father and son

are hugging each other warmly. They don't notice Bernie

trudging past them and he doesn't notice them.

ANGLE ON BERNIE:

reacting with sudden horror at something he sees.

ANGLE ON THE BRIDGE

The spot where BERNIE left his car. FIREMEN are spraying

retardant on the firey fuselage of the plane. No sign of the

car!

BERNIE:

Christ! My car! Where's my car?

BERNIE moans mournfully and suddenly a STATE POLICE OFFICER

is at his side.

STATE POLICE OFFICER

Where are you hurt, sir?

BERNIE:

Huh? Hurt? What?

BERNIE is urgently concerned with the purse poorly concealed

under his jacket.

STATE POLICE OFFICER

How about coming over to the

ambulance, sir, let the medical

people check you out.

The STATE POLICE OFFICER has a hand on the arm BERNIE is using

to keep the purse under his jacket.

BERNIE:

(pulling away)

Hey, I don't need no ambulance.

I'm just looking for my car... It

musta burned up or something.

The purse is visible though the OFFICER hasn't yet noticed it.

He's patronizing BERNIE, insisting.

STATE POLICE OFFICER

You weren't in your car, sir, you

were in an airplane crash. But

everything's going to be okay, we'll

just go see the doctor and...

Just then MRS. BROWN rushes up and clutches the OFFICER,

grabbing his arm.

MRS. BROWN

Please, please, my husband's been

waiting for medical attention...

As she pulls the OFFICER away, BERNIE hides the purse deeper

under his coat, breathes a sigh of relief... and notices

something!

BERNIE'S POV OF HIS CAR

Virtually unrecognizable, moved to the side of the bridge,

buried under a mountain of fire retardant foam.

ANGLE ON BERNIE:

Limping up to his car, wiping the foam off the windshield.

BERNIE:

This sh*t has gotta be great for

the paint job!

INT. JOEY'S BEDROOM/EVEYLYN'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Dark except for the eerie flicker of the TV set.

JOEY is in bed, surreptitiously watching the TV, turned very

low.

BANG! CRACK! Gunshots? Not from the TV, from outside.

JOEY scrambles out of bed and heads for the window.

JOEY'S P.O.V.:
EXT. EVELYN'S HOUSE - NIGHT

BERNIE is getting out of his Toyota in the glow of a

streetlight. It's still raining. BERIE is soaking wet,

wiping off his face. He trudges toward the house wearing only

one shoe.

EXT. FRONT DOOR/EVELYN'S HOUSE - LATER (NIGHT)

The door swings open violently, revealing EVELYN standing in

the doorway looking furious. She's thirty-five, tough, plain,

not ugly.

EVELYN:

He waited for you three hours!

BERNIE:

You are not gonna believe this,

Evelyn! Absolutely fantastic! I'm

on my way --

EVELYN:

I am so tired of your bullshit,

Bernie.

BERNIE:

Ev, it's not my fault! I'm trying

to tell you this incredible --

EVELYN:

It's never your fault, Bernie!

Never ever! You screwed up my life,

now you're gonna screw up Joey's

life, but you're never gonna accept

responsibility for anyth--

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