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hwp FADE IN:
INT. DC-10 AIRLINER - NIGHT
JACOB JOHNSON is sleeping. It doesnt look like a pleasant
experience. He is sixteen, dirty blonde, his eyes visibly
moving under closed lids as he sits huddle under a blanket in
his window seat. The lights are dim -- the shade on the
window closed -- a bead of sweat dribbles down his forehead.
The HUMMING of the jets engines vibrates through the cabin.
The boys eyes snap open.
Jacob glances around nervously. He looks like an escaped
convict who just accidentally walked into the Policemens
Ball. A GREYHAIRED MAN two seats away from him gives the
teenager a cursory glance, then goes back to his book. Jacob
lays his head back and tries to relax. The engines continue
to drone.
Until a new noise starts. A WHOOSHING NOISE.
The sound is very faint. But distinct from everything else.
Jacob frowns.
The noise gets LOUDER. Jacobs sure hes hearing it now. He
looks at the Greyhaired Man. The man catches his eye and the
two of them stare at each other for a heartbeat - then Jacob
turns away. The Man returns to his book. And Jacob
immediately turns back to him.
JACOB
Do you hear that?
The man gives him an annoyed look as the WHOOSHING gets
louder.
GREYHAIRED MAN
Hear what?
JACOB
That noise.
GREYHAIRED MAN
I dont hear anything.
The man turns back to the book as the sound gets even LOUDER -
- like its coming closer. Jacob squirms in his seat --
sneaks a look at the man again. How can he not hear that? A
STEWARDESS walks by and Jacob catches her attention.
JACOB
Excuse me.
STEWARDESS
Yes?
The WHOOSHING is completely obvious now. The greyhaired man
tries to ignore the two people talking over him.
JACOB
What is that sound?
STEWARDESS
Thats just the engines, sir.
JACOB
No, its different. Its not the
engines. Its getting louder.
The man sighs -- the stewardess smiles patronizingly.
STEWARDESS
Were just gaining altitude to get above
some rough weather. Thats the sound of
the engines speeding up a bit.
Everythings fine.
JACOB
Um...okay.
The stewardess walks away as Jacob sits back and starts to
bite his nails. The whooshing is really starting to BLARE
now. He looks between the seats in front of him -- twists
around to look behind. He snaps back to the greyhaired man.
JACOB (contd)
Cant you hear that?
GREYHAIRED MAN
(losing patience)
Look, kid. Will you relax? Its just
the damn engines, okay?
The man glares at him, and Jacob backs off. The sound has
grown DEAFENING. Jacob grinds his seat like hes going mad.
He looks at the closed window. He reaches out his hand,
grabs the handle then rips up the shade for all to see:
A 747 coming RIGHT AT US.
Jacob SCREAMS. The planes CRASH.
Impact - decompression - explosion. The hull of the cabin
buckles violently - moaning like a dying elephant - peeling
inward revealing RED AND GREEN STRIPING on the outside.
A huge wing section RIPS through the structure - barely
missing Jacob - taking the greyhaired mans head clean off -
nailing the stewardess in the gut and shoving her body across
and out the other side of the cabin.
And Jacobs seat drops down - sending him and us into:
EXT. SKY - NIGHT
Like an intricate ballet, Jacob, his body strapped to his
chair, tumbles away from the DC-10 and 747 as they seem to
merge and bend into some kind of mutant DC-47 - wings and
tails wrapping around each other as debris blooms out like a
flower and together they EXPLODE - a fiery ball lighting the
nighttime clouds and Jacobs shrieking face.
And Jacob falls and falls and falls, his hair sticking
straight up from the blasting wind.
Thats when CORPSES start falling past him. The captain of
the plane - the stewardess, her body bent in half - the
greyhaired man, his head gone but his book still in his hand.
More men, women, crew people - and CHILDREN.
But these children arent dead bodies. Two LITTLE GIRLS and
one LITTLE BOY, all dressed in white, plummet down next to
Jacob, head first, like high divers. And theyre singing:
THE CHILDREN
One two, Freddys coming for you...
The children turn around in the sky so that they are
travelling feet first. The Little Boys pants puff up and
the Girls skirts poof out and RIP UPWARD - the wind taking
away their clothes and their skin and their bodies and their
hair...
THE CHILDREN (contd)
Three four, better lock your door...
Leaving three tiny SKELETONS - taunting and laughing as Jacob
screams and covers his eyes.
THE CHILDREN (contd)
Five six, grab your crucifix...
And the Skeletons sprout wings - leathery and veiny - the
wind catching them and sending them up and away as their
voices echo in the sky.
THE CHILDREN (contd)
Seven eight, gonna stay up late...
Jacob takes his hands away from his face and starts to
frantically pull on his seat belt. SNAP - it flies off his
back and miraculously turns into a PARACHUTE. Rope swirls
into the air - the wind grabs the canvas - and Jacobs body
slows with a violent jerk.
But at least hes not falling anymore. Jacob
