Midnight Express Page #2

CUT:

The GUARDS again.SOUND of Billy's in a tattered olive

GUARD:

Passport!

BILLY PASSPORT. The Guard's tobacco-stained FINGERS take

it open it. Basic information on Billy: Birth Date April

17, 1949. Birth Place: Babylon, Long Island. No wife, no

minors. Signature.

GUARD gives it back to BILLY.

GUARD:

Bag!

BILLY opens his shoulder bag, proffers it. The GUARD tosses

it, pushing aside books, grabbing a white plastic dish.

GUARD:

Nebu?

BILLY:

(Understand the

Turkish expression,

"What's this?")

It's a frisbee.

GUARD:

Nebu?

BILLY:

A Frisbee.

(makes a throwing

gesture of the

wrist)

You throw, catch it. Game!

Curious, one of the other GUARDS ambles over looking at

the frisbee.

BILLY tightens. Cursing the frisbee. Sweat now runs his

sideburns again. HEARTBEAT up.

2ND GUARD

American game. Baseball.

GUARD:

Ah!

(puzzled, turns the

Frisbee around and

around)

THE SECOND GUARD studies BILLY curious about the sweat.

Suddenly reaches up, indicates the eyes.

GUARD:

Take off the glasses.

BILLY understanding the gesture rather than the words,

removes his glasses. His eyes. Straight, staring at the

GUARD without trying to look away. A long moment.

FIRST GUARD stuffs the frisbee back into the bag. Scowls.

Takes a puff on his cigarette, coughs. Phlegm rattles around

in his throat.

Reads the International Herald Tribune, seated on a crowded

olive-colored out on the tarmac She has saved him a seat

and pulls her bag off as BILLY sits down.

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