Midnight Express Page #3

FIRST GUARD:

Aaaah!

He waves BILLY through.

BILLY puts his glasses walks past the back the SECOND GUARD

turns away. BILLY walks past the Checkpoint. His HEARTBEAT

drops.

SUSAN reads the International Herald Tribune, seated on an

crowded olive-colored BUS out on the tarmac. She has save

him a seat and pulls her bag off as BILLY sits down.

SUSAN:

Are you all right?

He looks at her. Relief. A smile, awkward - he wishes he

could tell her.

BILLY:

Yeah... Yeah.

Lays his head back on the wooden bench. Reaches out:

TAKES HER HAND in his. She returns the grip.

THE BUS DOOR slams shut.

THE TURKISH BUS DRIVER rolls the bus out towards the PLANES

visible in the far distance?.

SUSAN, feeling Billy is better, shows him the Herald

Tribune.

SUSAN:

(saddened)

D'you see this? Janis Joplin died

yesterday.

BILLY, his sunglasses removed, looks at the paper, almost

abstractedly.

SUSAN (OFF)

Overdose, in a Hollywood motel.

NEWSPAPER Picture of JANIS JOPLIN. That big, earthy, rugged

smile.

BILLY'S P.O.V. - Moves Up page One To The Headline: NIXON

OUT-RAGED AT PALESTINIAN HIJACKERS: CALLS FOR CAPITAL

PUNISHMENT:

SUSAN:

(a faint voice)

Never Was anybody like Janis.

BILLY, thinking other happier things, reaches over and

playful!.:
squeezes her tit twice, rapidly.

BILLY:

(smiles)

Never was anybody like you...

SUSAN:

(annoyed, brushes

his hand away ,a

clicking sound in

her throat)

You can't take anything seriously.

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