Passenger 57 Page #11

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Stand by to receive passengers.

125 EXT. RUNWAY - ANGLE ON 747 . 125

Emergency slides start inflating and passengers come tumbling down, reaching the tarmac and running for the terminal.

126 TERMINAL AND STAGING AREA 126

The meager emergency teams are overwhelmed by the sudden tidal wave of humanity.

127 INT. SERVICE CORRIDOR 127

Cutter locks the Two angry Cops in the janitor's closet. Then he races down the corridor, responding to the O.S. NOISE of the evacuation. He disappears up a flight of stairs.

A series of THUMPING sounds comes from the Janitor's closet as the Two Cops try to break out. Suddenly, the door shatters and they come tumbling out.

128 EXT. RUNWAY 128

Cutter moves through a wave of humanity as passengers continue to de-plane. It's a madhouse scene so there's little chance of Cutter being discovered in the middle of it.

Cutter stops. He stands very still like an island in the middle of a sea of swarming, moving people. He's got his radar out. It may be a madhouse but Cutter's trained eye picks up something out of whack -- something in the distance that sends a jolt through his body.

128A CUTTER'S POV 128A

Four "passengers" have broken away from the crowd and are hurrying off in the opposite direction, crossing a grassy field in the direction of the fairgrounds. As they pass the runway lights, they are revealed as Wolfgang, Priest, Vincent and Fiona.

128B BACK TO CUTTER 128B

He can't help being impressed by Wolfgang's ingenuity.

CUTTER:

(to himself)

'America's Most Wanted.' Out for a moonlight stroll.

Cutter's first instinct is to chase after them but it's too hard -- he's already being swept back by the pushing, shoving passengers. Maybe he can find a way to intercept them.

Cutter turns and allows the tide of humanity to carry him toward the terminal. At the last moment, he breaks away and disappears around the side of the building.

128C EXT. FRONT OF TERMINAL 128C

More cars are arriving. Most of them contain locals who've come to the airfield to rubberneck at the spectacle.

Cutter sees what he's looking for. A big BIKER and his woman come ROARING up to the curb on a monster HARLEY. The woman dismounts as Cutter arrives.

BIKER:

(to Cutter)

We seen all the cars. What's goin' on?

CUTTER:

You'll never believe it. Some crazy black guy just stole a big redneck's motorcycle!

Cutter shoves the Biker to the pavement, hops into the seat, REVS the BIKE and ROARS off into the night. The Biker, sitting stupidly on the ground, can't f***ing believe it.

129 EXT. FIELD 129

Wolfgang, Priest, Vincent and Fiona, wearing borrowed coats and hats, hurry for the light of the fairgrounds.

PRIEST:

(curious)

What'll happen to Mister Elk Horn?

WOLFGANG:

He'll babysit the passengers until the police rush the plane. Then he'll detonate the grenade and blow everything to kingdom come. With all those mangled body parts, no one will know we weren't on board.

PRIEST:

He'll do. that? Kill himself for you?

WOLFGANG:

Of course. Wouldn't you?

Priest looks uneasy.

FIONA:

Too bad we can't stay and watch it go 'boom.*

VINCENT:

Why bother? It'll be on the news for the next six months!

They come to a tall cyclone fence. Without hesitation, the four terrorists hit the fence, scale it and clamber down to the other side. A pasture separates them from the fairgrounds.

WOLFGANG:

(running)

Keep moving. We're free but we're not clear.

130 EXT. RUNWAY 130

The last of the freed passengers escape to the terminal. On the 747, hatch doors close.

131 INT. 747 - MAIN CABIN 131

Keeping his gun trained on the fifty or so remaining passengers, the Indian seals the final hatch with his free hand. All eyes are on him. With the same hand, he pulls the grenade out of his pocket. The passengers shriek and cower. The Indian says nothing but the message is clear. "If I pull the pin, we all blow up."

132 INT. CONTROL TOWER 132

Standing at the window, Chief Biggs is satisfied that the first half of the transaction has gone smoothly. Frank Alien thinks something's fishy.

FRANK:

They freed a lot more than half.

BIGGS:

You complaining?

FRANK:

You gotta admit it's odd.

BIGGS:

I can live with odd. Gas her up.

Frank gives the signal. Outside, the fuel truck drives up to the 747.

The door to the control tower opens and the Two Cops stagger in -- bruised, bloody and humiliated.

BIGGS:

(roaring)

Where is he?

CUT TO:

132A EXT. PASTURE 132A

Cutter rides the HARLEY, rocketing cross-country in the direction of the fairgrounds. He's running without lights but the ROAR of the bike beneath him is like a warning bell. Wolfgang and company appear in the near distance. Cutter guides the bike with one hand. In his other hand -- the stolen gun, up and ready for action.

132B ANGLE 132B

Wolfgang and his crew turn and react to the fast-approaching Harley. The moonlight reveals the rider as Cutter.

VINCENT:

It's that crazy f***er from the plane!

WOLFGANG:

He's not crazy.

(impressed by Cutter's moxie)

He's dead.

(whipping out his gun)

Take him out!

Wolfgang, Vincent, Priest and Fiona OPEN FIRE, lighting up the night.

132C ANGLE 132C

Cutter bears down on them, RETURNING FIRE. They scatter as Cutter comes over a rise -- and goes airborne. Vincent keeps PUMPING lead at him. One of his shots hits the FUEL TANK and it EXPLODES beneath Cutter.

Cutter and the flaming BIKE go CRASHING down into a deep ravine. Cutter is thrown from the Harley and hurled into the darkness.

VINCENT:

Bullseye.

WOLFGANG:

See that he's dead and meet us at the fairgrounds.

(to Priest and Fiona)

Let's go.

They depart as Vincent slides down the ravine, gun up, drawn to the wreckage of the smouldering Harley.

132D BOTTOM OF RAVINE 132D

Vincent arrives. He sees the bike -- but no Cutter.

VINCENT:

(calling out)

Don't be a shy guy. Come out and play.

As Vincent turns to look for him, Cutter comes flying out of the darkness. He tackles Vincent and slams him to the earth. Two quick punches and Vincent is out like a light.

CUTTER:

You're 'it,' motherf***er.

Cutter stands, out of breath. He sees Wolfgang, Fiona and Priest in the distance, entering the fairgrounds. At Cutter's feet is the mangled Harley. One of the saddle-bags is open and a leather jacket is hanging out. Cutter reaches down and grabs it for a disguise.

132E EXT. FAIRGROUNDS 132E

CLANG! A softball hits a bullseye, RINGS a BELL and a board drops out from under a clown, dumping him in a tank of water. The crowd cheers and laughs. As the soggy Clown climbs back on his perch, we see Wolfgang, Priest and Fiona coming down the midway.

WOLFGANG:

How far to the rendezvous point?

PRIEST:

Port Arthur, Texas? Maybe two hundred miles.

WOLFGANG:

Secure some transportation. I'll call the rendezvous team and instruct them to hold their position. We'll come to them. Move.

Priest and Fiona nod and scurry off.

CUT TO:

132F INT. CONTROL TOWER 132F

While the re-fueling continues, a COP enters with news for Biggs.

COP:

Some biker says a black guy stole his motorcycle and took off toward the fairgrounds.

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