Vocoder (o.S.) End of transmission.

The MUSIC suddenly stops. Several assistants come and compliment Loc Rhod who sighs, lights up a cigarette, and drops his pretense.

LOC RHOD Korben sweetheart do me a favor I know this is probably the biggest thing that ever happened to you in your inconsequential life. But I've got a show to do here and it's got to pop. So tomorrow, when we're on air, give me a hand... Try to make believe you have more than a one word vocabulary. OK pal?

That does it. Korben grabs him by the collar and drags him into a corner. Loc Rhod's feet don't touch the ground.

KORBEN (pissed) I didn't come here to play Dumbo on the radio. So tomorrow between 5 and 7 give yourself a hand, that clear pal?

LOC RHOD (petrified) Crystal.

124 Int. Airport

The Check-in attendant has two more tickets in her hand.

CHECK-IN ATTENDANT (alter a moment, reading) ...Mr. Dallas... Korben Dallas?

Zorg's Right Arm gives her a big smile.

RIGHT ARM That's right.

The attendant scans the ID with a yellow beam, it checks out, and the blue light reveals no other face but his.

CHECK-IN ATTENDANT The problem is I only have one Korben Dallas on my list... and he's already checked in.

Right Arm's smile shatters.

RIGHT ARM That's impossible! He's in j... I mean, there must be some mistake. I have my ticket! I'm the real Korben Dallas!

A shrill BELL rings out.

CHECK-IN ATTENDANT (smiling) I'm sorry, sir, boarding is finished.

The attendant hits a button. A thick window slowly slides up between them. Right Arm totally loses it.

RIGHT ARM I want to see your boss! Get rid of this fucking window! Somebody's made a mistake, goddamnit!

He pounds on the counter with both fists. A steel curtain comes down. Red sighting beams target spots on his body, ten gun barrels protrude from the wall, all aimed at him.

VOICE (O.S.) This is not an exercise. This is a police control. Put your hands in the nearest yellow circles...

RIGHT ARM (slowing down) Sorry, my fault... Just a little overexcited... that's all... I'm calm now.

125 INT. SHUTTLE - DAY

Korben makes his way in the plane looking for his seat. No more seats in modern planes, just individual travel boxes lined up like microwaves. He passes STEWARD holding his bloodied nose. He has found what he is looking for. He enters to.... Leeloo quietly stretched out in front of a computer screen. Korben slips in beside her. Leeloo in concentrating on the words that scroll rapidly past her on the screen. He doesn't understand what she is doing.

LEELOO Apipoulai!

KORBEN Not hard to find you...just follow the Chaos...

Leeloo smiles, as if complimented.

KORBEN Leeloo, listen to me... these tickets... they're not mine... I mean they are, but not for vacation like everyone thinks... I'm on an operation... and if I didn't come get you, you'd be in a shitload of trouble... I'd love to be on vacation with you... but now.... now I've got to work... And Leeloo... I would love to work in peace.

Leeloo types in "LOVE" on the keyboard.

LEELOO Love...

KORBEN Yes! But "love" isn't the operative word here, PEACE is!

Leeloo types in this new word.

LEELOO (rather pleased) Peace... and love...

She brings up a picture of a 60's style Hippie flashing a peace sign. Korben sighs and switches off the screen.

KORBEN Sometimes you can't learn everything from a screen..sometimes it's better to ask someone who has experience..

LEELOO (quite happy) What is... Make Love?

Korben just stares at her for a few minutes.

KORBEN Know what? On that subject maybe you'd be better off asking the screen.

He turns the computer back on.

ANGLE ON:

A STEWARDESS walks up the aisle of the shuttle pushing the red buttons on top of each individual box.