Passenger 57 Page #2

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CUTTER:

Lisa...

Cutter's naked chest is soaked with sweat and his heart is pounding like a jackhammer. The annoying sound in his ears is the BUZZ OF his ALARM CLOCK.

Cutter SHUTS OFF the ALARM. 6 A.M.

Cutter looks around. Nothing to worry about. He's alone in his own bedroom, bathed in the blue glow of a TV test pattern. Cutter runs a hand through his damp hair. He's a black man in his late 20s -- handsome and muscular --but unable to shake the nightmare that has haunted him for two years.

CUTTER:

(under his breath)

I gotta get some new dreams.

ANGLE WIDENS.

The room is pretty much bare. Bed, nightstand and a Solo-flex exercise set-up. Cutter is a man of few possessions. The walls are covered with a variety of bulls-eyes and target silhouettes -- the kind used by law enforcement. Each one is expensively framed -- Cutter's idea of art.

The ALARM GOES OFF AGAIN.

CUTTER:

I heard you the first time.

Cutter SHUTS OFF the ALARM and climbs out of bed. He goes to the Solo-flex and begins a rigorous workout --pumping iron to keep the chaos inside him at bay. As Cutter battles the weights, we PUSH IN ON the nightstand...

13B FRAMED PHOTOGRAPH 13B

of Cutter and a beautiful young woman in happier times. Perhaps this is "Lisa." Next to the photo is an Amtrack brochure and a ticket -- round trip -- Los Angeles to Orlando. But it's the Amtrak brochure that really catches our attention. It's illustrated with a bold drawing of a powerful locomotive. PUSH IN ON the train as we...

DISSOLVE TO:

13C EXT. TRESTLE BRIDGE - DAY (STOCK) 13C

Darkness. Then... a real train bursts out of tunnel and hurtles PAST CAMERA. It crosses a span somewhere in the Rocky Mountains, headed east.

CUT TO:

14 thru 16 OMITTED

17 INT. MAXIMUM SECURITY LOCKDOWN - NIGHT 17

RAIN streaks a window re-enforced with steel mesh. THUNDER CRASHES!

Bars slide open with a LOUD CLANG. CAMERA FOLLOWS a distinguished, silver-haired ATTORNEY as he enters the bowels of a prison designed in hell. He travels down a long corridor lined with cells containing the evil and the insane. They jeer, laugh, taunt and spit at the Attorney as he runs their gauntlet of abuse.

At the end of the corridor, a stem-faced guard stands in front of an iron door. The Attorney, wiping spit off his expensive suit with a handkerchief, shows the indifferent guard some papers. The guard wheels open the heavy iron door.

CAMERA FOLLOWS the Attorney into a small dark room. The iron DOOR CLANGS shut behind him. On the other side of a mesh screen sits Wolfgang, stripped naked, wearing handcuffs. His body is hard and muscular, a map of ugly scars. He greets his Attorney with a wolfish smile.

WOLFGANG:

what's wrong, Martin? Haven't you ever seen a naked man before?

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