Passenger 57 Page #14

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ANGLE:

Wolfgang is thrown forward against a pole. He loses his grip on the boy who drops to the spinning platform and rolls toward the edge. The ground beyond is a dangerous blur. The boy is just about to roll off when Cutter dives INTO FRAME. He grabs the boy just in time and pulls him back to safely.

CUTTER:

(to the terrified boy)

You're okay.

WOLFGANG:

You should've let him fall.

Wolfgang is now standing over them, one hand clinging to a striped pole for support, the other clutching the gun -- aimed at Cutter and the boy. Cutter c*cks his leg and kicks the pole Wolfgang is using for support. The pole splinters and Wolfgang loses his balance. He falls off the ride.

ANGLE:

Wolfgang hits the ground and rolls for several yards. The gun flies out of his hand. It skitters across the dirt and Wolfgang lunges after it like it was a life line. As his fingers close around the gun stock, a foot comes down, trapping hand and gun.

Wolfgang looks up. The foot belongs to FBI Agent Henderson. He is flanked by Commandos whose assault rifles are pointed at Wolfgang's head.

WOLFGANG:

(with relief)

Thank God. My name is John Cutter. I'm an airlines security specialist. The terrorist is on the carousel.

HENDERSON:

Nice try, Wolfgang.

The Commandos pounce on Wolfgang. They cuff his arms and legs and slap adhesive tape over his mouth to keep him quiet.

ANGLE:

The CAROUSEL GRINDS to a smokey stop. Out steps Cutter like a modem day Pied Piper. He's carrying the boy in his arms and half a dozen other kids are clustered around him. Parents rush out of the smoke to be reunited with their kids.

Henderson approaches Cutter. He's a fan.

HENDERSON:

Dwight Henderson, Mister Cutter. I attended a lecture you gave at Quantico three years ago. I believe the title was 'Damage Control At Terrorist Sites.'

Cutter looks around at the destruction.

CUTTER:

(a sheepish smile)

Do as I say, not as I do.

HENDERSON:

We were a little shocked to hear you were on the plane.

CUTTER:

Yeah?

HENDERSON:

There was a rumor you'd given up flying after the Pan International thing.

(then; realizing he's hit a nerve)

Sorry.

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WOLFGANG:

Not far away, the bottom half of his face hidden under adhesive tape. He's hearing every word.

CUTTER:

Guess I've had pretty bad luck when it comes to picking planes. Well, I can take a hint. After tonight's little adventure, there's no way I'm ever getting on another one.

And he means it.

HENDERSON:

What can you tell us about the terrorists still on board?

CUTTER:

There's only one. A big Indian. I don't know what his agenda is. Why don't we squeeze Wolfgang and see what comes out?

Wolfgang's hooded eyes bore into Cutter and Henderson as they come closer. Cutter wears a weary half-smile of victory.

CUTTER:

(to Wolfgang)

These people just saved your life, shithead.

(a beat)

Too bad. I was really looking forward to killing you.

Wolfgang nods politely. Some other time.

HENDERSON:

Tell us what we want to know and it might help you down the line.

Henderson reaches up and tears the adhesive from Wolfgang's mouth.

WOLFGANG:

(rapid fire)

The information you seek is this? There is one man on board the plane and he has a grenade -- a grenade powerful enough to wipe out everyone onboard. He has no intention of flying the plane. The refueling was merely a ruse to buy us escape time. When the plane is attacked, he will detonate the device. The man is willing to die for me. In fact, he's looking forward to it. Gentlemen, he will kill everyone on board that plane unless...

CUTTER:

Unless what?

WOLFGANG:

Unless I tell him not to.

ON Wolfgang's face, the faintest of smiles. He begins to whistle "Pack Up Your Troubles..."

CUT TO:

156A EXT. PARKING AREA - MINUTES LATER 156A

A struggling Fiona, gagged and cuffed, is bodily lifted into the rear of a transport truck. Wolfgang and Priest are already inside under heavy guard. A Commando squad leader hustles around to the front of the truck to report to Henderson who is riding up front with Cutter.

COMMANDO:

We found the girl but there's no sign of the other perp.

HENDERSON:

Keep looking.

(to the driver)

Airfield. Stat.

The driver stomps the gas and the TRUCK ROARS off.

156B EXT. EDGE OF FAIRGROUNDS 156B

A YOUNG PARAMEDIC returns to his vehicle only to find Vincent waiting there, leaning against the driver's door. Thanks to Cutter, Vincent's face is pretty torn up.

PARAMEDIC:

(startled)

Are you okay?

VINCENT:

I am now.

Vincent smiles. He's missing several front teeth.

CUT TO:

156C INT. TRANS PACIFIC BOARDROOM - NIGHT 156C

FBI Agent Webb hangs up a telephone. Sly, Ramsay and Cale are eager to hear the news.

WEBB:

Wolfgang and three of the terrorists slipped off the plane with the first group of passengers. It's all right. They're in custody now.

RAMSAY:

Thank God.

156C CONTINUED:
156C

WEBB:

No. Thank John Cutter.

RAMSAY:

Cutter?

WEBB:

It seems he practically captured them single-handedly.

SLY:

(lets out a whoop)

Yes! That's my boy!

Sly realizes his behavior is a little juvenile but he doesn't give a sh*t. He's genuinely happy for his buddy.

RAMSAY:

How? I thought he was locked up.

CALE:

Stuart, try to get your priorities straight. This is good news.

RAMSAY:

(to Webb)

All right. Cutter captured the terrorists. Does that mean the crisis is over?

WEBB:

No. There's still one terrorist on board. He has a bomb.

RAMSAY:

So what you're saying is, the plane could blow up at any second.

WEBB:

I think we should be prepared for that possibility.

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157 & 158 OMITTED

159 EXT. LAKE LUCILLE AIRFIELD - RUNWAY - NIGHT 159

The fuel truck pulls away from the 747.

160 INT. 747 - MAIN CABIN - CLOSE ON GRENADE 160

gripped in the Indian's fist. PULL BACK to reveal him towering over the passengers, the gun in his other hand. The passengers are near the breaking point. Marti stands up and speaks for them all.

MARTI:

Your partners left you holding the bag. What good's it gonna do to keep us here? Can't you see your leader played you for a fool? You think he'd sacrifice his life for you?

The Indian angrily strides over to Marti and slaps her with his gun. Marti falls back into her seat. She touches her cheek and glares at the Indian with wet, angry eyes.

161 INT. TERMINAL - STAGING AREA 161

Biggs and Frank Alien come down from the tower. The terminal is filled with Biggs' officers and Lake Lucille emergency teams. Most of the previously-rescued passengers are present, too, not to mention several TV news teams.

BIGGS:

They got their goddamn fuel. What're they waiting for? Let's see the rest of those passengers.

FRANK:

Come on, Chief, they're not gonna give up the passengers. They do that and they're dead in the water.

BIGGS:

I don't like this.

(making up his mind)

Screw the F.B.I. We'll have to rush the plane ourselves.

HENDERSON (O.S.)

Chief Biggs -- call it a night.

Biggs swings around as Henderson enters with Cutter, followed by Commandos who hustle gear and weapons into the room.

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