Midnight Express Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1978
- 121 min
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BILLY tightens. Cursing the frisbee. Sweat now runs his
sideburns again. HEARTBEAT up.
2ND GUARD
American game. Baseball.
GUARD:
Ah!
(puzzled, turns the
Frisbee around and
around)
THE SECOND GUARD studies BILLY curious about the sweat.
Suddenly reaches up, indicates the eyes.
GUARD:
Take off the glasses.
BILLY understanding the gesture rather than the words,
removes his glasses. His eyes. Straight, staring at the
GUARD without trying to look away. A long moment.
FIRST GUARD stuffs the frisbee back into the bag. Scowls.
Takes a puff on his cigarette, coughs. Phlegm rattles around
in his throat.
Reads the International Herald Tribune, seated on a crowded
olive-colored out on the tarmac She has saved him a seat
and pulls her bag off as BILLY sits down.
FIRST GUARD:
Aaaah!
He waves BILLY through.
BILLY puts his glasses walks past the back the SECOND GUARD
turns away. BILLY walks past the Checkpoint. His HEARTBEAT
drops.
SUSAN reads the International Herald Tribune, seated on an
crowded olive-colored BUS out on the tarmac. She has save
him a seat and pulls her bag off as BILLY sits down.
SUSAN:
Are you all right?
He looks at her. Relief. A smile, awkward - he wishes he
could tell her.
BILLY:
Yeah... Yeah.
Lays his head back on the wooden bench. Reaches out:
TAKES HER HAND in his. She returns the grip.
THE BUS DOOR slams shut.
THE TURKISH BUS DRIVER rolls the bus out towards the PLANES
visible in the far distance?.
SUSAN, feeling Billy is better, shows him the Herald
Tribune.
SUSAN:
(saddened)
D'you see this? Janis Joplin died
yesterday.
BILLY, his sunglasses removed, looks at the paper, almost
abstractedly.
SUSAN (OFF)
Overdose, in a Hollywood motel.
NEWSPAPER Picture of JANIS JOPLIN. That big, earthy, rugged
smile.
BILLY'S P.O.V. - Moves Up page One To The Headline: NIXON
OUT-RAGED AT PALESTINIAN HIJACKERS: CALLS FOR CAPITAL
PUNISHMENT:
SUSAN:
(a faint voice)
Never Was anybody like Janis.
BILLY, thinking other happier things, reaches over and
playful!.:
squeezes her tit twice, rapidly.BILLY:
(smiles)
Never was anybody like you...
SUSAN:
(annoyed, brushes
his hand away ,a
clicking sound in
her throat)
You can't take anything seriously.
BILLY:
(smiles)
You're right.
Bus stops suddenly. BILLY changes expression.
THROUGH FRONT WINDSHIELD we see TURKISH SOLDIERS in several
HALFTRACKS drawn up in a semicircle blocking the bus. The
Pan American PLANE is directly behind. Also JEEPS and a
POLICEMAN waving the bus down.
BUS BOOR opens and the Turkish Police OFFICER hops aboard
briskly:
OFFICER:
Attention please, Ladies and
Gentlemen. For your own safety
we're conducting a security check
before you board your airplane,
Kindly file out the back. Women
and children in one line. Men in
another.
PASSENGERS. A confused hum.
VARIOUS PASSENGERS
What's he saying? I don't know...
Marian. Hey Marian, what the
hell...
The Turkish-speaking PASSENGERS are gathering together
their items and beginning to exit as:
POLICE OFFICER repeats, in ENGLISH
POLICE OFFICER:
Idem.
CLOSE BILLY. The POLICE OFFICER is only beginning the
speech.in English but already Billy realizes, And it's
panic. Silent panic. That horrendous cold feeling all
over his back:
Oh God what have I done, what can I do now?He freezes.
MOVE TO SUSAN rising, fetching her things, irritated.
SUSAN:
Jesus, they do everything ass
backwards in Turkey.
Behind her we see the other AMERICAN PASSENGERS beginning
to disembark with the usual chorus of overlapped
conversations, expletives, including:
PASSENGERS:
They're checking for hijackers.
Any Palestinians aboard? Hey Harry,
get rid of your grenades...
Laughter is returned from several of the American
contingent, but we MOVE BACK to BILLY in foreground; all
of a sudden he is on his knees trying to crawl under the
seat.
SUSAN (OFF)
Billy, what's the matter?
BILLY:
My passport!
SUSAN:
No!
She bends down to look, coming FACE TO FACE with him. He
grips her arm.
BILLY:
(low voice)
Susan - forget it. Go get us a
seat on the plane. Now.
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