Passenger 57 Page #17

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WOLFGANG:

Can't I?

198 INT. MAIN CABIN 198

The Indian hands Fiona his gun, leaving her in charge of the passengers. He goes into the upper galley and steps into the service elevator.

199 INT. LOWER GALLEY 199

The WHIRR of the ELEVATOR. WHOOSH! The door opens and the Indian steps out. He goes to the baggage door and opens it.

200 INT. BAGGAGE COMPARTMENT 200

A long, straight corridor lined with luggage containers. Dim overhead lights.

The Indian searches the containers until he finds the one he seeks. Inside it is the trunk he checked in. The Indian lifts out the trunk and places it in the middle of the corridor. He squats over it and undoes the clasps.

CUTTER (O.S.)

Hey -- trout face.

As the Indian turns a large hook on the end of a nylon fishing line sails through the air and snags the fleshy part of his right cheek.

Cutter, down the corridor, gives the borrowed fishing rod a savage yank and the Indian is jerked off his feet. He lands on the hard metal floor, howling in agony.

Cutter charges down the corridor and jumps on the Indian's back. He twists a section of the fishing line around the Indian's throat, garrote-style. Cutter begins to strangle the big brute. But this guy has incredible strength. With Cutter still riding on his back, strangling him, the Indian stands up.

CUTTER:

(astounded)

You gotta be kiddin* me!

The Indian throws himself back, slamming Cutter into a luggage container. Cutter loses his grip and falls to the floor, bringing down a shower of luggage on top of himself. A duffel bag opens, spilling out baseballs, gloves and a bat.

The Indian rips the fishing line from around his neck and catches his breath. Then, he begins to dig through the tumble of luggage to find Cutter. Where the hell is he?

The Indian hears a NOISE behind him. As he turns, a Louisville slugger baseball bat connects with his skull. That's all she wrote. The big Indian goes down in a heap, dead.

Cutter lowers the bat, breathing heavily.

CUTTER:

You're out.

Cutter tosses the bat aside and searches the Indian's body for weapons. All he finds is the grenade.

Out of curiosity. Cutter goes to the trunk the Indian pulled out. He opens it. Inside are five carefully packed parachutes. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what they're intended for.

201 INT. MAIN CABIN 201

Wolfgang enters with Marti in tow.

WOLFGANG:

(to Fiona)

Where's Elk Horn?

FIONA:

He went below like you told him to.

WOLFGANG:

It shouldn't be taking him this long.

(pointing to Marti)

Watch her.

FIONA:

My pleasure.

Marti stares at Fiona's busted nose and black eyes.

MARTI:

There's something different about you. Wait. Don't tell me. I know. You changed your hair.

201A WOLFGANG 201A

He goes to the flight attendant's station in the upper galley and picks up the announcement mike.

WOLFGANG:

(on the P.A. system)

Mister Elk Horn, I want you and those chutes up here -- now.

Wolfgang watches the elevator. Nothing happens. Then, the MOTOR STARTS and the elevator rises. It stops. Gun ready, Wolfgang ventures closer to the door. He slides it open and jumps back as the Indian's corpse tumbles out at his feet.

There can be only one explanation.

WOLFGANG:

Cutter.

Marti hears this and prays it's true. Wolfgang takes the mike and speaks privately to the flight deck.

WOLFGANG:

We're having a slight delay with those parachutes.

PRIEST (V.O.)

Fifteen minutes, Wolfgang.

WOLFGANG:

Lock in the course. Switch to autopilot and stand by to receive all passengers on the upper deck. You're going to watch them while Fiona and I go hunting.

CUT TO:

202 EXT. MISSISSIPPI DELTA 202

The 747 is traveling quite low, no more than three thousand feet above the swampland.

203 INT. UPPER DECK 203

Priest stands outside the flight deck, gun in hand as Marti directs passengers up the stairs to the unused upper deck seating. Fiona comes up last to make sure things are secure. Priest nods and Fiona goes back down.

204 INT. LOWER GALLEY 204

Cutter, carrying the baseball bat, works his way to the nose of the ship. Cutter studies the ceiling until he finds what he's looking for --a small hatch.

205 INT. UPPER GALLEY 205

Wolfgang directs Fiona into the elevator.

WOLFGANG:

Here's your second chance to die for me.

206 INT. LOWER GALLEY 206

The elevator door opens. Fiona, crouched low and gun ready, leaps out. She looks around and shouts up to Wolfgang.

FIONA:

Clear!

Fiona sends the elevator back up.

207 INT. FIRST CLASS 207

The floor hatch opens and Cutter pulls himself up from below. Cutter secures the hatch. He creeps to the curtains that separate first class from the main cabin. He peeks through and is alarmed to see that it's empty. Where did all the passengers go?

208 INT. LOWER GALLEY 208

Wolfgang and Fiona stand on either side of the baggage compartment door, guns ready. Wolfgang nods and Fiona slides the door open.

209 INT. UPPER DECK 209

Priest glances at his watch. Ten minutes 'til bail-out time.

PRIEST:

(to himself; worried)

Come on, Wolfgang...

Marti is seated nearby, watching Priest when she feels something go bump against her toe. Marti looks down and is startled to find a baseball resting against her foot.

Marti raises her eyes and sees Cutter, halfway up the stairs, just out of Priest's line of vision. He gestures for her to distract Priest. Marti nods.

Marti stands up suddenly and addresses the passengers, her back to Priest.

MARTI:

(cheerful)

Anybody feel like a singalong? *

Priest looks at Marti in surprise. The passengers are equally dumbfounded. She's like a high school cheerleader onboard the Titanic.

MARTI:

Come on, it'll be fun.

PRIEST:

Hey.

MARTI:

We'll do 'Row Your Boat.' Come on. Everybody knows 'Row Your Boat.' I'll start it off and then everybody on this side --

PRIEST:

Sit down.

Priest comes toward her. That's when Cutter's bat slams down on Priest's wrist, shattering it and causing him to drop the gun. Cutter follows the bat, tackling Priest and knocking him back into the flight deck.

One of the passengers, a freaked-out Businessman, scrambles out of his seat and grabs the fallen GUN before Marti can. He shoves her aside and, as the other passengers scream hysterically, he barges into the flight deck and starts FIRING wildly at Priest -- the bullets barely missing Cutter.

BUSINESSMAN:

(screaming)

Goddamn you! Goddamn you!

Marti grabs a serving tray and brings it down on the Businessman's head. Clang! He collapses. Cutter picks up the fallen gun and checks the chamber. Empty. Cutter looks down at the unconscious Businessman.

CUTTER:

Can't say I blame him.

Cutter turns his attention to Priest. He's slumped against the console, leaking blood from two holes in his chest. He's alive. Barely. He knows he's going to die and manages a sick smile.

PRIEST:

Guess I'll be giving the last rites to myself.

Cutter picks Priest up by the scruff of his neck and slams him into the Captain's seat.

CUTTER:

Sorry, a**hole, but you don't have my permission to die. Not yet. Not until you turn this plane around and get us back to Lake Lucille. Once we're on the ground, I'll see to it personally that you make your connecting flight to hell.

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