Passenger 57 Page #13

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AUCTIONEER:

(to Wolfgang)

Is that right, sir? Are you bidding two hundred dollars?

Wolfgang is in a cold fury. Even the Cops are looking at Wolfgang now, waiting for his response.

WOLFGANG:

No.

CUTTER:

What a cheap ass!

(stirring up the crowd)

You gonna let him get away with that?

Wolfgang shrinks back as people begin to jeer, giving him sh*t for being a phoney bidder. He gives Cutter a deadly look. Cutter returns it with a look of his own. Wolfgang turns and takes off with Fiona.

AUCTIONEER:

(to Cutter)

What about you, friend? You're still at two hundred.

Cutter may have solved one problem but in doing so, he's created another. In the crowd. Cutter sees the Burly Airport Cop -- the one he beat up. Uh oh. The Burly Cop sees Cutter and signals the other Cops to close in.

CUTTER:

Three hundred!

The Cajun girl looks at her pie. Three hundred dollars. It never occurs to her that this is a bluff.

AUCTIONEER:

Come on now. Fun's fun but we're talking about a pie.

The Cops are all around Cutter. He realizes his only avenue of escape is the stage itself.

CUTTER:

(pushing forward)

You're right! Let me get a better look at it!

Cutter leaps up on the stage. That's it. The Cops have had enough. Guns come out. Wrong move. The crowd panics as the Cops rush the stage.

Without fear, the Cajun girl steps up happily to offer her pie to Cutter.

CUTTER:

Hang on to that pie, kid. I'll be back for it.

(looking around)

I hope.

Cutter dives through the flimsy stage backing and is gone.

132J ANGLE 132J

Suddenly, there's a LOUD EXPLOSION overhead --a bright flash of light -- the FIREWORKS SHOW has begun. Instead of responding with delight, the crowed freaks out, thinking World War III has erupted. The midway becomes a riot and the Cops must try to contain it.

132K PARKING AREA 132K

Wolfgang and Fiona run to the waiting church bus. Priest, in the driver's seat, pulls the lever that opens the door. Wolfgang and Fiona scramble on board.

PRIEST:

What happened?

WOLFGANG:

Hit it.

Priest shoves the bus into gear. But just as it lurches into motion, two military transport trucks arrive on the scene, blocking their getaway.

The loading doors of the transport trucks roll open, discharging COMMANDOS with assault weapons and "FBI" stencilled on their back and chests. In their black body armor and night vision goggles, they look like invaders from hell.

VOICE (V.O.)

(amplified)

Driver, yellow bus! This is the F.B.I.! Stop your engine!

WOLFGANG:

Short trip.

132L REAR OF CHURCH BUS 132L

The emergency exit hatch is kicked open. Wolfgang and Fiona drop to the ground and take off running low. They head for the midway, the only place where they have a chance.

132M CHURCH BUS 132M

Commandos surround the bus.

VOICE (V.O.)

(amplified)

Come out with your hands over vour head! Do it now!

The bus door slowly opens and Priest steps out, hands high in the air.

PRIEST:

Thank God! I'm Father Seamus O'Brien! They held a gun to my head!

VOICE (V.O.)

(amplified)

Take him down!

Two Commandos rush Priest, throw him to the ground and cuff him.

COMMANDO:

(from the rear of the bus; shouting)

Exit hatch is open!

A tall man in a black windbreaker and FBI baseball cap steps out of the lead transport truck. He's the man whose amplified voice we've been hearing... FBI Agent, DWIGHT HENDERSON. Henderson is standard FBI issue --rigid, professional and emotionally detached.

HENDERSON:

(into his megaphone)

Units One and Two -- execute Containment Plan!

Commandos take off in different directions to surround the midway as FIREWORKS CONTINUE to EXPLODE overhead.

133 thru 148 OMITTED

LINE OF GENERATOR TRUCKS

HUMMING and THRUMMING, providing the fair with power. Two Uniform Cops run by, searching for Cutter.

149A ANGLE UP 149A

to reveal Cutter on the roof of one of the trucks, using it for a lookout the FBI and sees the point. He has witnessed the arrival of the Commandos fanning out to surround the fairgrounds.

Cutter runs along the roofs of the trucks, jumping from one to the next, scouting the midway for a glimpse of Wolfgang.

149B MIDWAY 149B

The Cops have manged to get the Wolfgang and Fiona skulk past a games -- ring toss, water race, crowd under control. row of contests and shooting gallery, etc. Wolfgang stops at the entrance to "The House of Mirrors.' He turns to Fiona.

WOLFGANG:

Are you prepared to do what's necessary?

FIONA:

Yes.

Wolfgang indicates the House of Mirrors.

WOLFGANG:

Go inside. In thirty seconds I want you to blow the f*** out of the place. Break every mirror and make a lot of noise. That'll bring the cops and buy me a chance. Hold them off for as long as you can, then execute yourself.

FIONA:

I understand.

WOLFGANG:

Don't fail me.

Fiona nods, the dutiful soldier. Wolfgang takes off. Fiona enters...

149D INT. HOUSE OF MIRRORS 149D

A Empty and dark labyrinth of distortion mirrors, creating dozens of Fionas -- fat ones, skinny ones, tall ones, short ones. Fiona takes out her GUN and pulls back the bolt.

CUTTER (O.S.)

Stewardess?

Fiona whirls and sees Cutter behind her. She FIRES and Cutter EXPLODES! Surprise! He's a mirror reflection. Before Fiona can recover, the real Cutter is upon her. He slams a fist into her beautiful, snarling face.

MIDWAY:

Wolfgang is now some distance from the House of Mirrors. He wonders why Fiona hasn't started the diversion. But it's a moot point because he's got trouble -- Commandos are coming up the midway. Wolfgang turns and looks behind him. Cutter -- fifty feet away.

Cutter stops. He and Wolfgang lock eyes. They hold it for a long moment. Faintly, we hear the HURDY GURDY MUSIC of the carousel. Wolfgang's eyes drift in its direction. Cutter's do likewise.

149E LONG SHOT - CAROUSEL 149E

With its gaily spinning lights and happy children. As Wolfgang and Cutter know, children make the best hostages.

CUTTER:

No. . .

But Wolfgang is already running for the carousel. Cutter takes off after him. He's got Fiona's gun but there's no way he can take a shot. Too many people.

Wolfgang collides with the ticket taker, knocking him down.

149F CAROUSEL 149F

Round and round go the colorful carved horses and their merry young riders. The MUSIC is LOUDER here. It seems almost demented. Suddenly Wolfgang is on board -- a wolf among sheep, seeking a victim. He zeroes in on a five-year-old boy astride a bucking bronco.

Wolfgang grabs the child by the back of his T-shirt, lifts him out of the saddle. In the center ring, the ride operator sees Wolfgang, the child and Wolfgang's gun. Terrified, he panics and yanks the brake -- too fast.

The sudden braking is too much for the over-taxed MOTOR. It BLOWS. Gears fly apart, showering sparks. The carousel begins to spin out of control, shimmying and shaking. Children scream and cling to their horses for dear life.

149G CROWD 149G

It watches in horror. Cutter pushes through the throng and races to the madly spinning carousel. He throws himself on board and smashes into a horse. He bounces off, crashes into another horse and is knocked around like a pinball.

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