The Concorde... Airport '79 (1979) (part 3 of 6)

At the gate, a steward asks if everyone has boarded and is told they’re waiting on Maggie Whelan. She’s on the phone at the ticket counter asking if any packages have been delivered. She hangs up and walks to the doorway. Harrison surprises her and asks if the documents have turned up. She smiles and says he was “right, like always.”

Just then, a woman in a wheelchair approaches Maggie and hands her an Air France messenger bag, which obviously holds the documents. The woman at the gate says she has to board right now, so Maggie walks inside before Harrison can do anything.

The gate is also a tram and begins to roll towards the plane. The woman in the wheelchair, who is presumably Carl’s wife, rolls toward Harrison screaming, “Murderer! You killed Carl!” Harrison walks away calmly. Then he steps into a Pumaman lighting effect where only his eyes are lit as he walks down the terminal following the tram outside. Somehow he can see that Maggie has opened the messenger bag and is reading the documents. They are stamped confidential and are on company letterhead. They detail the arms sales and are signed by Harrison. I bet he also took out an ad in the local classifieds saying “WILL SELL ARMS TO OUTLAW NATIONS! WE MUST BE CRAZY OUR PRICES ARE SO LOW! CALL 555-EVIL!”

The Concorde... Airport '79 (1979) (part 3 of 6)

I think the only thing “confidential” here is that, apparently, Kevin Harrison just recently learned how to sign his name.

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Jessica Ritchey

Born in Western North Carolina, Juniper was discovered in a filthy shack in the lovely Blue Ridge Mountains, speaking a made up language to a tattered rag doll, her only companion. Her social skills have improved little in the intervening years. She is currently making flailing efforts at being a freelance writer. One of history's supreme procrastinators she plans on writing a book about it someday.

Multi-Part Article: The Concorde... Airport '79 (1979)

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