The Last Warring Angel [Screenplay]
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PARTMENT BUILDING
There is mass confusion as Law Enforcement, Firemen, and Tenants rush about.
Tyson walks up to the POLICE COMMANDER and interrupts him as he is giving orders.
TYSON
Excuse me, sir, but are you the bloke in charge here?
POLICE COMMANDER
(irritated)
Yes, I am, who the hell are you?
Tyson shows him a Special Security badge.
TYSON
I'm with the Special Security unit that has been assigned to President Roberts.
POLICE COMMANDER
Yeah, so?
TYSON
So, I was wondering if you have any word on the living status of the fugitive. As in, whether he is or isn't.
POLICE COMMANDER
Buddy, I got civilian casualties up my ass and two Officers shot to death in the alley! I don't have time to go digging through four floors for someone who's probably a charcoal briquette! Now, I got wounded to worry about, if that's okay with you?
TYSON
...Sorry for being a pest, but did you say that you have two Officers shot to death?
POLICE COMMANDER
Yeah, in the alley around the back of the building. You through with the questions?
TYSON
Thank you, you've been quite helpful...
INT. CAR
Richardson checks her rear view mirror for any signs of being followed.
WALKER
Anything?
RICHARDSON
I don't think so. None that I can see anyway.
Walker, in pain, is reclined in his seat as far back as it will go. He is rubbing his legs.
RICHARDSON
What about you, you okay?
WALKER
I should be fine by the time we get to the airport...
It hits her. All the incredibly impossible things that she has been through tonight. She LAUGHS nervously as she weaves the car in and out of traffic.
WALKER
What's the matter?
RICHARDSON
What's the matter?!...Well, let me see here; my partner is dead. South Korea has been nuked. The world may end in a couple days. And not only am I aiding a fugitive wanted for the attempted assassination of the President of the United States, he also happens to be a Warring Angel. And on top of all that I just committed a carjacking! Oh, and let's not forget that we have Fallen Angels and every law enforcement agency after us! And, you ask me what's the matter?!
WALKER
(long pause)
...Look, I'm sorry you have to be involved in this...Why don't you just drop me off at the airport. You've helped me more than enough.
RICHARDSON
And then what? Those people...Fallen Angels or whatever...They know who I am. I can't go back home. I can't go back to work. Where can I go? They'll hunt me down...What am I supposed to do, just sit back and hope that you succeed?
WALKER
I've got to tell you...If you go with me...It's a suicide run at best, even for me, Susan.
RICHARDSON
...Well really, what are my choices?
(long pause)
...If I go with you I probably won't make it and if I don't go with you the world will end anyway. Either way things don't look too good for me.
WALKER
Things don't look to good for anyone...Just remember one thing; this isn't just about earth. If earth falls, then Heaven will be next.
RICHARDSON
...My father?
WALKER
Everyone, Susan. It'll all be gone.
RICHARDSON
(long pause)
...LAX you said?
WALKER
...Make it Long Beach instead. Smaller and they'll expect us at LAX. We'll take any flight heading east.
RICHARDSON
We heading for D.C.?
WALKER
(nods yes)
They'll have to hold an emergency U.N. meeting for the Korean crisis soon. The President'll have to be there and wherever the President is...
RICHARDSON
We'll find Hilliard.
Walker nods yes.
EXT. ALLEY
Tyson is inspecting the area where the two Officers were killed by Walker. He bends down and picks up a few shell casings and looks them over.
TYSON
(to himself)
...You're not making this easy for me are you Walker? Don't know when to throw in the towel, do you ol' chap?
Tyson pulls out a small headset from his jacket pocket and places it on his head.
TYSON
(into microphone)
This is Tyson, he's still alive.
TIMMERSON (O.S.)
No surprise there. The boss is on the line.
TYSON
I don't suppose you would be a pal and tell him that Walker got away.
TIMMERSON (O.S.)
No way.
TYSON
No...I didn't think so. I'll be up in a minute.
(to himself)
...Oh Walker, Walker, Walker, the things I'm going to have to do to you for all the trouble you're getting me into.
INT./ EXT. CAR
Walker is looking back for any signs of being followed.
RICHARDSON
...Why this way?
WALKER
What do you mean?
RICHARDSON
Good angels fighting bad angels...Why don't God and the Devil just fight themselves?
WALKER
They did for eons but they are equal in power so neither could ever gain the upper hand. In their last epic fight what we call the Big Bang occurred and our universe was created. Finally realizing that neither could ever win a war between two beings of equal power they made a deal...They would let the creatures of this newly created universe decide who wins. So, they decided to create humans in their image. We were bestowed with equal good and bad within us. It was to be our choice in which path to choose; the good or the bad. It was called free will and the rule was that neither God nor the Anti-God were allowed to interfere with that will. Of course the Anti-God didn't play by the rules. It created what we call Fallen Angels and it sent them to earth to shape the will of mankind; to try and tip the scales of power in it's direction. In response to this God created Warring Angels. Up until the last fifty years or so the war was pretty much even. Now, the Anti-God is winning.
Richardson looks confused as she drives the car down the street. She is running lights and weaving in and out of traffic at high speeds.
RICHARDSON
...What changed the balance to the side of the Anti-God?
WALKER
(long pause)
...Me. The world changed after the President was killed; it changed for the worse. Wars for profit began, cynicism toward governments spread across the planet. Hatred festered and was stoked by media outlets. We are in a spiral now and I don't know if we'll recover...All because of me. I came back because of what I did. I came back to try and make things right.
RICHARDSON
(pause)
...Can anyone become a Warring Angel?
WALKER
Yes, but only if God has enough strength to create a new one. Besides that, finding someone to come back isn't easy.
RICHARDSON
How come?
WALKER
To become a Warring Angel you must be willing to give up Heaven.
RICHARDSON
Why?!
WALKER
Once a Warring Angel spills human blood they can never set foot in Heaven.
RICHARDSON
(pause)
...So tell me, how does Hilliard get that close to the President without a background check or something?
WALKER
After the Kennedy Operation he dropped off the radar for a few decades. He created a new identity and reappeared about twenty years ago. All those that would have recognized him from his time at the CIA had passed away from old age. With his n
ew identity and clean past he used his power of influence to work his way up to where he is now. The only other Fallen Angel to ever get to a higher position of power was Hitler.
RICHARDSON
(shocked)
Hitler?! Adolph Hitler was a Fallen Angel?!
WALKER
Yeah. He was a soldier in World War One and was killed in battle. He came back and with his power of influence, like Hilliard's only stronger, he was able to amass his army of followers. The history books say that Hitler killed himself; he didn't. It took twelve Warring Angels to do the job. They made it look like suicide to hide the truth.
RICHARDSON
(pause)
...Amazing...All of this.
INT. STEALTH HELO TWO
The helicopter lifts off from the roof of the building next to Richardson's apartment complex.
Tyson takes a deep breath before picking up the phone and speaking into it.
TYSON
This is Tyson.
INTERCUT UCLA HOSPITAL ROOM/HELO TWO
Hilliard is watching the news on the television about the destruction of the prison and the apartment complex.
HILLIARD
Tell me he's dead, Tyson.
TYSON
(long pause)
...Well, sir, not exactly yet. It's not my fault this time...
HILLIARD
(cuts Tyson off)
Enough!
(lowers voice)
...I don't want to hear another one of your worthless excuses. You are in charge of this mission, so the buck stops with you!
TYSON
I know, sir. We'll find him.
HILLIARD
You damn well better, Tyson. You don't want me to get any more pissed off than I already am!
TYSON
Yes, sir. Tyson out.
Tyson ends the phone call and tosses the device to Timmerson. He SIGHS and rubs the bridge of his nose as he shakes his head back and forth.
INT. CAR
Richardson and Walker pull into the Long Beach Airport parking lot and park the car.
WALKER
Let's lose the weapons...
They place their weapons in the backseat.
EXT. PARKING LOT
They both exit the car and walk into the ticket terminal.
INT. TERMINAL
Walker and Richardson walk over to the ticketing booth and study the departing flight schedule.
RICHARDSON
...The earliest flight for D.C. doesn't leave for four hours.
WALKER
We'll head to Oklahoma then, the flight departs in an hour. We'll pick up a connecting flight to D.C. when we get there. We need to put as much distance from here as soon as possible.
Richardson reaches into her pocket and pulls out her debit card.
RICHARDSON
Here's hoping my debit card hasn't been flagged yet or this is going to be a short flight.
INT. SECURITY CONTROL ROOM
A bored SECURITY GUARD is sitting at his desk when a picture of Walker emerges from the fax. He tears off the sheet of paper and looks it over.
SECURITY GUARD
Let's see what we got here...Wanted for assassination attempt on the President.
He does a quick glance of all the monitors.
SECURITY GUARD
Like he'd show up at Long Beach Airport. I wish. I'd give my left nut for that kind of excitement...
He SEES Walker and Richardson standing at a ticket counter purchasing a ticket.
SECURITY GUARD
(shocked)
...Holy crap!
He nervously dials a number on his phone as he watches the monitor.
SECURITY GUARD
...Hey, Cap, this is Smitty in the control room! We got us a little situation!
INT. STEALTH HELO TWO
Timmerson receives a message on her computer. She smiles as she reads the email.
TIMMERSON
Bingo, we got him!
TYSON
Where?
TIMMERSON
Security at Long Beach Airport just called it in. He and the F.B.I. Agent are there.
Tyson taps Pilot #2 on his shoulder to get his attention.
TYSON
Long Beach Airport! I want to be there five minutes ago!
INT. UCLA MEDICAL CENTER ROOM
Hilliard is alone with President Roberts in his room.
PRESIDENT ROBERTS
What have the other countries been doing in response to the Korean crisis, Victor?
HILLIARD
So far, just condemnation and outrage, Mister President. As usual, the world is waiting for us to decide what to do next.
PRESIDENT ROBERTS
(sighs)
...An eye for an eye is my first thought. But, If we retaliate with a nuclear strike what will China do?
HILLIARD
I wouldn't worry about China. They talk tough but they always end up sitting on the fence. As far as North Korea, we must retaliate. Because if we don't China will take that as a sign of weakness and they just may make a move in the region. We both know that we can't look weak, Mister President. Strength is the only thing that keeps our enemies at bay.
PRESIDENT ROBERTS
(big sigh)
...Christ, what a day.
HILLIARD
I suggest you get some rest. You'll need it for the emergency summit...I'm confident that whatever decision you make will be in the best interest of everyone involved.
Hilliard's phone RINGS.
HILLIARD
...Excuse me, Mister President.
INTERCUT UCLA MEDICAL ROOM/HELO TWO
Hilliard walks away from the bed and answers the phone.
HILLIARD
(whispers)
You better have something good to tell me, Tyson.
TYSON
He's been spotted at Long Beach Airport. We're only a few minutes away.
(pause)
...Sir, did you hear me?
HILLIARD
(pause; whispers)
...Don't confront him at the airport. Let him board his flight, Tyson. I repeat, let him board his flight.
TYSON
What?!
HILLIARD
(whispers)
Shut up and listen; pick a member of your team to board the plane. Have that member place a bomb on it, then wait until the plane gets to thirty thousand feet and then detonate it. Walker won't be able to escape and he sure as hell won't survive a fall from that altitude. After your member is dropped at the airport come to the med center and escort us back to the White House.
TYSON
(lowers voice)
But, sir, who am I going to get to do this mission? What you're talking about is suicide.
HILLIARD
(whispers)
Have you ever heard of a parachute, moron? Do I have to draw you a picture or would that even be too confusing for you?
TYSON
But, this is a helicopter, sir. I don't believe helicopters have parachutes.
HILLIARD
(irritated; whispers)
The helicopter you are on has high-altitude capabilities for high altitude commando drops. You think they flap their arms all the way down? The parachutes are in the cargo bay. It is stunning to me how clueless you are on just about everything, Tyson.
TYSON
But...
HILLIARD
(cuts him off; whispers)
Tyson, shut the hell up and do what I say without questioning me, all right?!
TYSON
Yes, sir.
HILLIARD
(whispers)
One last thing, Tyson; you screw this up and you might as well do yourself a favor and put a bullet in your head. Understand?
TYSON
Yes, sir.
Tyson hangs up his phone.
TYSON
(to himself)
Bloody prick, he is.
Hilliard hangs up his phone.
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Idiot.
INT. COMMERCIAL 747 AIRPLANE
Walker and Richardson are sitting in their seats. Walker is anxiously looking out the window.
RICHARDSON
See anything out there?
WALKER
No, so far so good. I just wish this bird would get in the air.
RICHARDSON
Looks like they're pulling away the loading equipment. Shouldn't be long now.
Walker continues to look out the window.
WALKER
(pause)
...At your apartment you said you flew helicopters in the military; what led you into that field?
RICHARDSON
My father. He flew a Blackhawk for twenty three years. Career man. He taught me how to fly a small two-seater when I was twelve. After high school I joined the Army; more for him than me, really. I knew it would make him happy. My true love was law enforcement, so after my stint I went to college and got my degree in criminology. Joined the F.B.I. right after.
WALKER
Bet Dad was proud.
RICHARDSON
Yeah...Yeah he was.
WALKER
What about your Mother?
RICHARDSON
She was killed by a drunk driver when I was eight.
WALKER
...Must have been hard to lose her at that age.
RICHARDSON
Yeah. You wonder if you'll ever really be happy again, or if you'll just feel sad for the rest of your life. You know what I mean?...Have you ever lost anyone that you cared about?
WALKER
Sure, I've lost a lot of friends over the years.
RICHARDSON
I meant someone closer than a friend.
WALKER
...Yeah. Her name was Michelle. She was killed by Hilliard and his gang five years ago.
RICHARDSON
Was she an angel too?
WALKER
No, not in the literal sense...
(sad smile)
To me she was though...She was the most beautiful soul I've ever met.
RICHARDSON
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to reopen an old wound, Walker.
WALKER
(sad smile)
...You can't reopen something that never closed, Susan. After Michelle I swore I'd never care for someone again like I did for her. And, I never have.
Walker's arm is resting on the armrest between them and she places her hand on top of his.
RICHARDSON
I'm sorry, Walker. I really am...
The moment is broken by the voice of the FLIGHT ATTENDANT coming from the speakers.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT (V.O.)
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, we will be departing in a few minutes, so at this time we ask that you fasten your seat belts...
Walker moves his hand out from under Richardson’s and stares out the window.
WALKER
We just may make it.
INT. STEALTH HELO TWO
The helicopter, no longer in stealth mode, lands near the terminal where several SECURITY GUARDS are waiting on the tarmac.
The door to the helicopter opens and Tyson exits. He is met by the Security Guard that spotted Walker and Richardson.
TYSON
Good evening. Are you the chap who found our fugitive?
SECURITY GUARD
Yes I am, sir. What else can I do to help?
TYSON
I'd like to insert an agent onto the aircraft to monitor Walker and his female companion. We'll arrest him at his next destination.
SECURITY GUARD
Wouldn't it be better to just arrest him here right now, sir?
TYSON
I've got my orders, pal. I have to follow them just like you do.
The Security Guard pulls out his walkie-talkie.
SECURITY GUARD
I hear ya. I'll call it in to hold the plane so your man can get aboard.
Hoffman emerges from the helicopter carrying two black duffle bags. A jacket conceals his weapons.
TYSON
(quietly to Hoffman)
A GPS is attached to your parachute. We'll pick you up after you touch down.
HOFFMAN
Gotcha. Let's do this.
TYSON
(to Security Guards)
All right gentlemen, if you would be so kind and escort our Agent through the terminal, we'll be on our way.
SECURITY GUARD
(to Hoffman)
This way, sir.
TYSON
Thank you, gentlemen, you have done a great service for your country.
Hoffman is led into the terminal by the Security Guards.
INT. TERMINAL
The Security Guards walk Hoffman through the metal detectors.
HOFFMAN
This is as far as you go, boys. Might raise their suspicions if they see a bunch of security guards walkin’ with me, don't you think?
SECURITY GUARD
Yeah, you're right. Your ticket is waiting for you at gate three.
HOFFMAN
(smiles)
First class, I hope.
SECURITY GUARD
Yes, sir.
HOFFMAN
Outstanding. And where are the two suspects seated?
SECURITY GUARD
Toward the rear of the plane.
HOFFMAN
Sounds like a winner.
Hoffman turns and walks away.
HOFFMAN
(smiling)
Ya'll have a great day.
INT. PLANE
Walker senses something and sits upright in his seat.
RICHARDSON
What's the matter?
WALKER
I've got a really bad feeling all of a sudden. Something isn't right.
Hoffman walks aboard and stows his bags in the overhead compartment then takes his seat.
The Flight Attendant closes the door.
EXT. AIRPLANE
The plane backs away from the terminal and begins to taxi down the runway.
INT. AIRPLANE
Richardson is looking out the window and SEES the Stealth Helicopter lifting off the ground.
RICHARDSON
(points; whispers)
Helicopter! Like the kind that attacked us earlier!
Walker looks out the window and SEES it.
WALKER
(whispers)
Yeah.
They both watch as it flies away.
RICHARDSON
Maybe that was what you felt. Looks like they're leaving. If it was them they missed us.
WALKER
...It still doesn't feel right.
EXT. AIRPLANE
The aircraft’s engines SCREAM as it rolls down the runway until it finally lifts off the ground and heads into the night.
INT. AIRPLANE
The airplane has stopped climbing and the fasten seatbelt sign is turned off.
RICHARDSON
Do you still feel something?
He sits there motionless for several moments.
WALKER
...There's someone on this plane. Someone like me.
He unbuckles his seatbelt.
WALKER
Stay here.
Walker gets up and walks toward the front of the plane, glancing at each passenger as he walks by.
Each restroom he checks is empty.
He is about to pull back the drape to the first class section, when it is suddenly pulled back by a FLIGHT ATTENDANT. She is startled when she SEES Walker standing before her.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT
I'm sorry, this is the first class section, sir. You're not allowed in here.
Walker looks past her and SEES an OLDER COUPLE and a MAN dressed in a business suit, sitting in their seats.
WALKER
Just stretching my legs.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT
I'm sorry, you need to return to your seat.
WALK
ER
...Sorry.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT
(smiles)
No harm done.
He turns and walks back toward his seat as the Flight Attendant pulls out the beverage cart from the storage closet.
INT. FIRST CLASS RESTROOM
Hoffman is sitting on the toilet seat with one of his black bags. He unzips it to REVEAL a substantial amount of plastic explosives and a timer detonator.
INT. AIRPLANE
Walker sits down in his seat next to Richardson. He still looks uneasy.
RICHARDSON
Anything?
WALKER
No.
RICHARDSON
Still feel someone?
WALKER
...Yeah.
RICHARDSON
...What about the first class bathroom?
Walker sits there for a moment, then without saying a word, gets up from his seat and walks toward the first class section. The intensity on his face is evident as the Flight Attendant watches him approach.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT
Sir, you can't get by...
Walker violently PUSHES the drink cart out of the way onto an empty seat, causing several people to SCREAM.
Frightened, the Flight Attendant moves out of his path as Walker RIPS down the first class curtain.
INT. FIRST CLASS RESTROOM
Hoffman is setting the timer when he HEARS the commotion Walker is causing. He stands up, looks out the small peephole and SEES Walker approaching.
HOFFMAN
(whispers)
You son of a bitch.
He quickly sets the timer for five minutes then arms it. The timer starts to tick down.
EXT. FIRST CLASS RESTROOM
Walker is at the door, quietly running his hands over it, trying to sense if his enemy is inside.
INT. FIRST CLASS RESTROOM
Hoffman leans back and gives the door a VICIOUS KICK which sends it flying off its hinges.
INT. FIRST CLASS
The force of the kick sends the door and Walker through the air, CRASHING into the exit door, causing it to buckle.
Hoffman emerges from the bathroom with a handgun in each hand. He KICKS the bathroom door off of Walker, who is dazed, and points both weapons at him.
HOFFMAN
You gave us a good run, chief. It's an honor to be the one to kill you...
Suddenly, a silver serving tray SMASHES against Hoffman's head. Hoffman falls to a knee, then regains his senses and looks up to find Richardson standing before him with a dented tray in her hands. He points a handgun at her.
HOFFMAN
...Woman, I'm gonna have a headache the size of Texas now, thanks to you.
Walker KICKS Hoffman's arm as he FIRES the gun, sending the bullet into the overhead luggage compartment.
INT. COCKPIT
The PILOT, CO-PILOT, and NAVIGATOR hear the noise.
CO-PILOT
What's going on out there?
PILOT
It sounded like a gunshot.
NAVIGATOR
I'll check it out.
The Navigator stands and moves over to the door and peers through the peephole.
INT. FIRST CLASS
Walker lunges at Hoffman and wrestles for the guns.
Hoffman FIRES both guns wildly as they struggle. A few bullets HIT Walker, while the remaining STRIKE different parts of the door that leads to the cockpit.
The Navigator is fatally HIT along with the Pilot and the Co-Pilot as the bullets TEAR through the cockpit.
The plane is out of control, sending Walker, Hoffman, and Richardson sprawling to the floor.
SCREAMS from the passengers can be heard.
INT. FIRST CLASS RESTROOM
The timer on the detonator reads three minutes and counting.
INT. FIRST CLASS
Hoffman struggles to his feet and reaches for the overhead compartment. Walker grabs him and SLAMS his head repeatedly into the wall of the plane.
The exit door that Walker crashed into buckles. Walker turns and SEES the door beginning to cave outward.
WALKER
(to Richardson)
Grab onto something!
Richardson, lying on the walkway, reaches up and grabs a loose seatbelt, wrapping it tightly around her arm just as the exit door BLOWS OUT.
Everything not bolted down is sucked out the large hole.
Walker and Hoffman fly through the air. Richardson reaches out and grabs Walker's arm in midair.
Hoffman barely grabs a hold of the armrest of a chair next to the large hole. Half of his body is hanging out of the opening. The pain on his face is obvious as he holds on.
INT. FIRST CLASS RESTROOM
The explosives in the duffle bag slide across the rest room floor, but the carry strap catches on the jagged door hinge.
The timer on the detonator reads ninety seconds and counting.
INT. FIRST CLASS
The plane has regained cabin pressure and now there is just a strong wind coming from the gaping hole. Hoffman is barely holding on.
Walker makes his way over to Hoffman.
HOFFMAN
You think you've beaten me don't you?! Well, you haven't beaten crap, Walker! You're gonna go down with this plane and you're gonna hear me laughin' all the way!
WALKER
(to Richardson)
Check the overhead compartment, he was looking for something...
Richardson begins opening the compartments. Hoffman's expression sours as he watches her.
WALKER
(to Hoffman)
What's the matter, something up there you don't want us to find?
HOFFMAN
You still won't win this War...You won't go the distance...
Richardson finds the duffle bag and opens it.
RICHARDSON
Walker, I found a parachute!
WALKER
(to Hoffman)
...I may not go the distance, but I'll get to see the sunrise in the morning, which is more than I can say for you.
Walker is about to kick Hoffman off the plane.
HOFFMAN
I won't give you the satisfaction.
Hoffman lets go and is sucked out of the plane.
WALKER
...Put the parachute on, Susan.
Richardson straps on the parachute.
RICHARDSON
What about the others?!
WALKER
There's nothing we can do, unless you can fly a damaged seven forty seven.
She has no response as she looks back at the frightened people on the plane. She walks over to Walker.
WALKER
There's nothing we can do for them. Don't look back, Susan. Don't look back.
She nods yes. He wraps his arms around her tightly and then they fall through the opening and plummet through the sky.
EXT. PLANE
Walker and Richardson tumble through the air for several long moments until Richardson pulls the ripcord and the parachute POPS OUT.
They both watch as the plane descends out of control.
INT. FIRST CLASS
The timer counts down from six seconds to zero.
EXT. PLANE
The front of the plane EXPLODES in midair leaving a trail of fire as it falls from the sky.
RICHARDSON
...Oh, God.
They both watch as the plane disappears over a mountain range. The horizon is lit up as the plane EXPLODES upon impact.
Both are quiet for several moments. Walker looks down at the quickly approaching ground.
WALKER
...I've got to let go of you, Susan.
RICHARDSON
What do you mean?
WALKER
We're descending too fast. This parachute is built for one person. The ground is about two hundred feet away, I should be okay.
He lets go of her and falls to earth.
RICHARDSON
Walker?!
She
drifts for several long moments before finally landing.
EXT. DESERT
She picks herself up and looks around.
RICHARDSON
Walker?!
WALKER
...Over here.
She unhooks the parachute and stumbles through the darkness toward his VOICE and finds him lying on his side, propped up on an elbow.
RICHARDSON
Oh my God, are you okay?!
WALKER
I've been better. Then again, I've been worse. I may need some help up though.
She helps him to his feet and he places an arm around her shoulder for support.
WALKER
Thanks. Let's head east and hope we hit a road or something.
They don't notice the small location transmitter attached to the parachute as they walk by it. A small red light on it is flashing.
EXT. UCLA MEDICAL CENTER - MORNING
Hilliard and two heavily armed SPECIAL SECURITY AGENTS are waiting on the rooftop as Stealth Helo-two lands.
The door opens and Tyson, Timmerson and Mercer emerge.
HILLIARD
Congratulations, looks like you finally did something right, Tyson. It's all over the news about the airplane going down over the desert. Have you heard from Hoffman?
TYSON
No, but we have the location from his transmitter and I dispatched a team to pick him up.
HILLIARD
Maybe there's hope for you after all.
TYSON
(smiles)
I been sayin' that all along, ol' chap.
EXT. DESERT - SUNRISE
Walker is walking on his own as they make their way across the desert. The sun is just rising over the mountains.
RICHARDSON
...But, do you know how much damage your body can take?
WALKER
The max amount? Nope. A lot though.
RICHARDSON
...Does it hurt when you're shot? I mean does it hurt like a normal person?
WALKER
Yep.
RICHARDSON
...What does it feel like when you're healing?
WALKER
Shhhhhh...You hear that?
Susan listens intently.
RICHARDSON
...A train?
WALKER
(points)
There...
The LIGHT of a train can be seen far off in the distance.
WALKER
It's heading this way too. Come on, we have to catch it!
They run toward the train. After several hundred yards of running they finally find the track. Both are winded when they come to a stop at the tracks.
WALKER
(thinking)
...Run up ahead about two hundred yards and stand next to the track. I'll try to make it on board and then grab you as the train goes by.
RICHARDSON
You can't be serious! That looks like a passenger train. You have any idea how fast it must be going?
WALKER
I can do this. Haven't you learned to trust me yet, Susan?
She looks at him with doubt in her eyes.
RICHARDSON
I should have taken my vacation this week.
She shakes her head and runs down the track.
Walker watches the train as it gets closer. He turns and looks at Richardson.
WALKER
(yells)
You ready?!
RICHARDSON
(yells)
This is going to hurt isn't it?!
WALKER
(yells)
Definitely!
The train is almost upon him when he starts running in the same direction it is traveling.
EXT. PASSENGER TRAIN
The last car is about to pass Walker when he finally leaps toward it. He grabs the guard rail and barely keeps his grip as his body is THROWN AGAINST the train. He pulls himself up onto the loading platform.
The train is almost upon Richardson. She begins running alongside the track as Walker grabs a hold of the railing with one hand and reaches out with his other.
He grabs her outstretched arms as the train goes by her.
The pain is obvious on both their faces as he struggles to pull her aboard. With great effort he finally pulls her up and they both collapse on the floor.
WALKER
(breathing hard)
...You okay?
RICHARDSON
(breathing hard)
...I thought you were gonna let me go for a second there.
WALKER
Never. Come on, let's get inside.
He stands and helps her up. The sliding door is locked so Walker pulls at the door until the lock gives way. He slides the door open and the two enter.
INT. PASSENGER TRAIN
Because of the early hour, there is no one about as they walk through the train.
Walker tries each door until he finally finds one unlocked. He opens it and sees that the sleeping compartment is empty. They both walk in and shut the door behind them.
INT. SLEEPING COM