(RADIO CHATTER) CONTROLLER: Midwest 509, you're clear to taxi. Runway 23, over.
PlLOT: I copy, tower.
CONTROLLER: Be advised. We have gusts at 7 knots, 270.
PILOT: Roger, tower. East Juliet 27.
PILOT: Control, this is 509-er. We're in 23 and awaiting clearance. Over.
HAWKE: Hey, Dom? Dom? You here?
HAWKE: Hey, Dom, what's the matter?
DOMINIC: Nothing. It's nothing. What did Archangel wanna see you about?
HAWKE: Some mission up north. It'll wait. What's wrong?
DOMINIC: All these years I missed seeing her grow up. Now I'm even gonna miss seeing her before they...
HAWKE: Dom, I still don't understand.
DOMINIC: It was an overdose. They found her on the beach.
DOMINIC: My God, what a way for your kid to die.
DOMINIC: And the funeral is tomorrow. Three thousand miles away.
(AlRWOLF'S CONTROLS BEEPlNG)
HAWKE: You'll make it in time.
DOMINIC: What about Archangel's assignment?
HAWKE: We'll do the mission with a slight detour to San Remo Island.
HAWKE: I knew you were holding back on something from your past, but I figured you had your reasons.
DOMINIC: Sally was seven when my wife took her away. They just fell off the face of the Earth.
DOMINIC: What about Archangel's mission?
HAWKE: We'll make it in time. It's paradise.
DOMINIC: I suppose I should have some kind of feeling for the place I was born, but I don't.
DOMINIC: If Archangel ever finds out that you're sticking your neck out for me, String, instead of doing that mission, all hell will break loose. You know that. But I appreciate it, buddy.
Darius's casino, San Remo
DARIUS: And when we're completely finished, move over, Monte Carlo. Ladies and gentlemen,a special preview and a very private party.
SOLLY'S GIRL: Oh, it's gorgeous!
DARIUS: Here, ladies. Help yourselves. Come on, take some.
SOLLY: Beautiful, Jason.
DARIUS: Thank you.
SOLLY: Class, elegance, taste. I've always said it, you have it.
DARIUS: And it's all ours, Congressman. All ours.
GAMBLER: Here we go, one more time now. Come on now, baby. Here we go. All right! All right!
DARIUS: I hope you tell your friends about our beautiful set-up. No cameras,no watchdog committees...
SOLLY: It's a sanctuary.
Beach and later a church on San Remo
DOMINIC: Aaron! Aaron!
AARON: Dominic. (LAUGHlNG) Dominic.
DOMINIC: Aaron. Aaron, this is Stringfellow Hawke.
AARON: How are you?
HAWKE: Fine, thanks.
AARON: Dom, I'm really sorry.
DOMINIC: I know. Thanks for the call.
AARON: You gonna be able to keep things under control?
DOMINIC: Don't worry about me. I'm older now.
AARON: Dom and I grew upon these beaches. If it hadn't been for him getting the air bug, he'd still be chasingbluefin and marlin.
DOMINIC: It wasn't flying that took me off these islands.
AARON: I know that, Dom.
DOMINIC: How are your grandchildren, Aaron?
AARON: Sent 'em to the mainland. No good for kids around here anymore. Not like it was.
DOMINIC: What is?
(CHURCH BELLS RlNGlNG)
HAWKE: Hey, Dom. You gonna be all right?
DOMINIC: I'll be fine.
AARON: Dom's parents were married in this chapel. Dom was christened here, so was Sally.
(CHURCH ORGAN PLAYlNG)
FATHER DONOVAN: I would like to begin by saying a few words about the tragic passing of this dearly beloved daughter of Lylah and Dominic Santini.
LYLAH:(IN SINGSONG VOICE) Dominic, Lylah, little Sally Anne.
FATHER DONOVAN: Only our Lord can know for certain the heartaches, the all too human trials...
LYLAH: It's a joke.
FATHER DONOVAN: ...that brought her to this tragic pass.
LYLAH: Hypocrites. Bloodsuckers.
BEATRlCE: Lylah, honey...
LYLAH: What are you doing here, huh? You never wanted to know usw hen she was still alive. Money. That's all anybody thinks about in this stinking hole.
DOMINIC: Lylah, this is not the place.
LYLAH: What are you doing here?
DOMINIC: She was my daughter, too.
LYLAH: She hated your guts just like I do.
DOMINIC: Don't say that. Don't say anymore.
LYLAH: Hell, you can't even be sure she was your kid. I wasn't.
HAWKE: Dom, Dom! Dom!
BEATRICE: Oh, my God.
FATHER DONOVAN: Please. Ladies and gentlemen, please.
DOMINIC: Aaron, I got to know. Did my daughter hate me?
AARON: The child was confused.
DOMINIC: Answer me!
AARON: She loved you, Dom.
FATHER DONOVAN: Let us remember the happy times...
DOMINIC: Sure.'Cause I was so good to her. 'Cause I was always there when she needed me.
FATHER DONOVAN: For it leaves behind itthe bitterness and poignancy of lives left unfinished...
AARON: When we were kids there was nothing out there but islands, schooners, and fat-bellied sponge fishermen. Now they crowd people in like fleas on a dog. I'll take the old days. Remember, Dom? Just around that point where we used to take those mainland girls?
HAWKE: Are you telling me that Dom was a skirt-chaser?
AARON: Oh, hey. Ladies' man in those days.
DOMINIC: I'll be right back.
HAWKE: You want meto go with you?
DOMINIC: No! I won't be long.
AARON: Guys like Dom never change. He's still touchy.
HAWKE: Is that the famous casino of yours?
AARON: Yeah, it's been closed for three months. Expanding.
HAWKE: You know,more tourists, more bucks. Economics of scale.
WAITRESS: Economics of bunk. Me and my husband had a nice little place. Then they decided they needed a new parking lot. We didn't want to sell, but they offered us 180 for our two-bedroom.
HAWKE: Doesn't sound too bad.
WAITRESS: Yeah, that's what we thought. Then we found out the only other housing we could get was one of their condos. 250. I'm living in a trailer.
DOMINIC: I came for the locket. That's all I want from you.
LYLAH: Who knows where it is? Hell, it isn't worth 5 bucks.
DOMINIC: I gave her that locket. She loved it. I want it back.
LYLAH: My God, look at you. A two-bit mechanic. Why couldn't you have been more like me.
DOMINIC: She'd be what you are now.
LYLAH: She would have had the strength to survive.
DOMINIC: The locket. I want it.
LYLAH: Dom, wait. Of all the mistakes I've made in my life, you're the only one I truly regret.
DOMINIC: I'm sorry too, Lylah.
LYLAH: Men. You always fall for it, don't you?
ARCHANGEL: I'm not going to go into where you guys have been. Why? I thought you were taking care of business. Specifically, overflight of a certain ice station a thousand Ks north of the north of the Arctic Circle. Infrareds and micro-scans, if you please.
HAWKE: I've got it.
ARCHANGEL: Coordinates should be coming through now.
DOMINIC: He said we got it.
ARCHANGEL: Let's not be flip. That's inside Soviet airspace.
HAWKE: We won't tell if you don't.
ARCHANGEL: No hitches, guys, and maybe we'll overlook this recent unauthorized jaunt of yours. Any problems?
DOMINIC: Yeah, where are my mukluks? I'm numb already.
HAWKE: Do you need much more?
DOMINIC: We're past it. We got everything he asked for.
HAWKE: Good. I'm drained. Let's head back before anybody decides to send up a greeting.
(work in progress)