EXT. RUNWAY APRON - L1011 - NIGHT
ROARING through the frame. Reveal Neil jumping a fence
and running across the grass between power units and the
racks of lights strobing their arrow sequence at the head
of the runway. Beyond is Sepulveda Boulevard and normal
traffic.
NEIL
running towards us.
EXT. RUNWAY - L1011
it's landing gear down, its lights blasting into the lens
fills the frame as it descends to the runway. It wipes
out the strobe racks in a chaotic blast of xenon.
EXT. RUNWAY APRON - LONG SHOT:
HANNA
runs across the grass between the fence to the strobe
lights.
CLOSER: HANNA
among the structures housing the ballasts for the lights.
The ROAR of a 757's 95,000 lbs. of thrust beats an him.
He spins to protect his face. His clothes and hair are
whipped. As he runs to us ...
CLOSER: HANNA
looks up..
HANNA POV: UP INTO LIGHTS SEARCHING FOR NEIL. SUDDENLY:
NEIL (SLO MO)
is there. His .45 is up, centered into Hanna's face.
He's eight feet away, framed against the glaring racks of
strobes.
NEIL'S HAND (SLO MO)
squeezing the trigger, both eyes over the front sight,
moving laterally on target through the liquid air and
lights...
NEIL'S .45 (SLO MO)
as the trigger's squeezed and the sear's released and...
MACRO: THE .45's HAMMER (SLO MO) falling.
HANNA (SLO MO)
coming up with his 9mn. He's too late...
NEIL
The hammer drops. Nothing. His .45 misfires.
HANNA (SLO MO)
His 9mm. coming up...
NEIL'S HAND (SLO MO)
swipes across the .45's slide.
MACRO: THE BREECH OF NEIL'S .45 (SLO MO)
The misfired round, ejected and spinning away. The new
round, moving forward, the slide returning to battery...
HANNA
FIRES THREE perfectly controlled, hammered-on SHOTS. His
front sight barely moved.
NEIL
HIT THREE TIMES in the chest - is blown back into the racks
of lights. He lies still.
HANNA
approaches, slowly. His gun hand drops to his side.
WIDE: NEIL + HANNA
Neil's on the ground, his back against the rack. One arm
is in his lap. The other is flung over the top bar of the
strobe rack. Neil looks at Hanna and gestures with his
hand. Hanna takes it. Neil holds on tight.
NEIL
last breath.
NEIL
...not half bad.
HANNA
...pretty good your own self.
Then Neil's eyes dim. And he dies.
LONG REAR SHOT: HANNA + NEIL
Neil's head has fallen onto his shoulder. Hanna still
grips his hand and looks down the runway into the west at
the lines of blue runway lights like rivers. The two of
them stay there like that.
THE END
