Passenger 57 Page #18

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Frightened, Priest nods. Marti slips into the co-pilot's seat and puts on a headset.

MARTI:

(into the headset)

Lake Lucille Tower, this is T.P. 694...

Cutter leaves the flight deck and addresses the frightened passengers.

CUTTER:

I want you to stay in your seats and try to remain calm. We're gonna get through this -- that's a promise.

FEMALE PASSENGER

(timid)

Who are you?

Cutter picks up his Louisville slugger and smiles.

CUTTER:

I'm Batman.

This takes the edge off their fear -- just a bit.

210 INT. BAGGAGE COMPARTMENT 210

While Fiona stands lookout, Wolfgang finds the trunk. He throws open the lid and discovers to his horror that all the parachutes have been ripped to shreds.

For a moment, Wolfgang is staggered. His plan has been completely f***ed. Rage rumbles through him. Wolfgang throws back his head and lets out a scream from the bottom of his evil heart -- a scream that seems to ECHO throughout the ship.

WOLFGANG:

CutterrrrrrrrrI!!

211 EXT. NIGHT SKY 211

Big ENGINES HOWLING, the 747 alters course and heads back to Lake Lucille.

212 INT. 747 - FLIGHT DECK 212

Priest, his life ebbing, pilots the craft back to Lake Lucille. Marti watches him, sweating bullets, wondering if he'll live long enough to get them on the ground.

213 INT. 747 - MAIN CABIN - UPPER GALLEY 213

Wolfgang steps out of the elevator. He notices that it's very dark in the main cabin. Dim illumination comes from tiny border lights along the aisles and the faint glow of moonlight through the windows.

CUTTER:

(O.S.)

Hey, shithead.

Wolfgang whirls. At the far end of the main cabin, a tall figure stands in the aisle. Wolfgang's GUN FLICKERS once. The BULLET SLAMS into the figure and knocks it down.

WOLFGANG:

Don't die on me, Cutter. Not yet. Not until I've given you my greatest gift. The gift of pain.

Wolfgang starts down the aisle, then stops abruptly. In the faint light he can see that the figure isn't Cutter -- it's the dead Indian. Cutter had propped him up.

Something comes out of the darkness behind Wolfgang. It's Cutter -- sailing over the middle seats. He crashes down on Wolfgang and they go sprawling in a tangle of fists and kicking legs.

CUTTER:

(as they struggle)

It's payback time, motherf***er!

Cutter punches Wolfgang in the face and smashes his gun hand with the baseball bat. The gun goes skittering down the aisle. Cutter throws the bat aside and lays into Wolfgang with his fists.

CUTTER:

(as he punches andpunches)

You hear me? I'm paying it back! All of it! All the pain, you sick bastard!

Wolfgang jabs a thumb into Cutter's eye and rolls free. Both men leap to their feet and face each other, assuming martial arts stances.

WOLFGANG:

You think I'm sick? The world is sicker.

CUTTER:

You don't like it? Leave.

WOLFGANG:

(polite)

After you. I insist.

Wolfgang attacks like lightning. Talk about fists of fury. This guy is good. Cutter expertly blocks Wolfgang's blows but a lucky roundhouse kick catches him under the chin and snaps his head back. Cutter is staggered. Blood trickles from his nose. Wolfgang smiles.

WOLFGANG:

You're the one who doesn't belong. Times have changed. There are more of me in the world than there are you. Face it. Cutter. Heroes are out of style.

CUTTER:

I hear they're making a comeback.

Now Cutter attacks -- and if you've been looking forward to seeing Wolfgang get his ass kicked, this is it. Cutter pulls out every trick in his martial arts bag. Wolfgang is kicked, punched and knocked around the cabin, rendered helpless by Cutter's murderous onslaught.

Wolfgang falls back against a row of seats. His face is a bloody map. He looks up at Cutter and grins through red teeth.

WOLFGANG:

(a hiss)

More.

CUTTER:

You got it.

Cutter wades into Wolfgang, pummeling and punching him down the aisle. Wolfgang falls, gets up, is knocked down again and again. Cutter closes in for the kill.

WOLFGANG:

Come on, hero! Finish me!

Cutter hesitates. He's never seen anyone derive this kind of pleasure from pain.

WOLFGANG:

What're you waiting for? I blew up that plane! I killed all those people!

CUTTER:

(long murderous look)

You killed my wife.

WOLFGANG:

(a rush of pleasure)

Thank you. I didn't know.

That's when Fiona appears behind Cutter, having sneaked up on the elevator. She raises her gun to blow his brains out. But Cutter sees her reflected in Wolfgang's cold eves.

Cutter ducks as Fiona FIRES. The BULLET WHIZZES past him and hits Wolfgang in the shoulder. Cutter spins around and dispatches Fiona with a kick that breaks her neck. She's dead before she hits the floor.

Cutter picks up Fiona's gun and turns back to Wolfgang but Wolfgang is gone. He's scrambling away and diving into the next aisle. He grabs his fallen GUN and OPENS FIRE on Cutter.

WOLFGANG:

(shouting as he FIRES)

One of us dies, hero! It's the only way!

Cutter ducks as BULLETS SPRAY the overhead storage bins. Cutter FIRES back at Wolfgang. The BULLETS miss and EXPLODE one of the Plexiglas passenger windows, causing the cabin to depressurize.

The cabin fills with debris. Magazines, cups, etc. go flying. Oxygen masks drop from the ceiling.

Wolfgang, closest to the window, is lifted off his feet and sucked backwards. To keep from being sucked out the window, he drops his gun and grabs the head rest of a seat with both hands.

Cutter is buffeted by the decompression. Plates and utensils pour out of the galley. Cutter ducks as they soar past him.

The overhead projector module drops from the ceiling and the in-flight movie begins. The Wamer Brothers logo flickers on.

214 EXT. 747 214

zooming above the dark Mississippi delta. We see objects spewing out the open window.

215 INT. 747 - MAIN CABIN 215

Dodging flying debris. Cutter makes his way to Wolfgang. Wolfgang is barely able to hang on. It's as though the shattered window is a gaping, sucking mouth and it wants Wolfgang.

A fork flies out of nowhere and embeds itself in Wolfgang's forehead. He screams and his fingers begin to lose purchase on the headrest. In a moment he'll be sucked out if Cutter doesn't do something.

WOLFGANG:

(begging)

Cutter... help me...

CUTTER:

Take my hand!

Cutter offers his hand.

In desperation, Wolfgang grabs it and comes away with the grenade -- the detonating pin dangling from the end of Cutter's finger. Cutter smiles grimly. With a look of betrayed horror, Wolfgang is sucked out of the jet and into the HOWLING night.

WOLFGANG:

(screaming)

Cutterrrrrrr!!!

216 EXT. NIGHT SKY - 747 216

The grenade goes off. blowing a bright red hole in the night sky. The jet, untouched, continues on its way.

217 INT. 747 - MAIN CABIN 217

Cutter shuts his eyes in a moment of prayer.

CUTTER:

Okay, Lisa.

218 EXT. NIGHT SKY 218

The 747 THUNDERS wildly THROUGH FRAME, beginning its descent.

219 INT. 747 - FLIGHT DECK 219

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