Flightplan Page #5

KYLE:

It's okay, Honey. I promise.

JULIA:

I don't wanna go out there. I'm

scared.

Kyle pauses, eyeing her little girl...

KYLE:

What if I hid you? Would that be

okay?

(Julia doesn't understand)

On my shoulder, under my coat...

JULIA:

The whole way?

KYLE:

Whole way.

Julia thinks about it... then nods.

EXT. KYLE'S STREET - HIGH ANGLE - CONTINUING

We are across the street, at rooftop height, as Kyle carries

Julia, hidden under that overcoat, to the car. The buildings

on this block surround them like walls in a room.

INT. THE CAR - CONTINUING

Kyle straps Julia into a CARSEAT. Behind them, their Driver

shuts the trunk.

KYLE:

Hey, look what I brought.

Kyle pulls two GROOVY GIRL DOLLS from her bag.

KYLE (CONT'D)

They're your favorite ones, right?

JULIA:

They're okay.

Kyle shrugs, humbled. The Driver starts the car; it pulls

away. Kyle's head turns as that cracked PLANTER POT passes

by, almost close enough to touch.

FADE TO BLACK:

...and come back in on a HIGH-ANGLE of the Berlin Airport.

EXT. BERLIN AIRPORT - HIGH ANGLE - ESTABLISHING

Dense clouds, heavy snow... and not a single flight taking

off or landing. From up here the stillness almost makes the

airport look like a photograph.

INT. BERLIN AIRPORT - TERMINAL - 4 P.M.

We're tight on a HUGE BOARD listing DEPARTURES and ARRIVALS.

Every listed flight has been delayed or cancelled.

Kyle stares at the board. Her PAN-WORLD flight to JFK has

been pushed until 7 p.m. That worries her.

Around her we see frazzled travellers, long lines, swelling

counters - and all of it watched over by SOLDIERS, armed and

grim. Welcome to Post 9/11 travel.

A LADY passes by, carrying a LEASH. At the other end of the

leash is not a dog but her two CHILDREN. That gets Kyle's

attention. She turns, to point it out to Julia...

...But Julia's not beside her.

KYLE:

Julia?

Kyle swivels quickly, eyes darting. She sees strangers,

couples, foreigners, adults. But nobody kid-sized. Travellers

pass by her, obscuring her view. A small panic flutters

through her... She turns again:

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