Fade into the cabin of a small helicopter. The PILOT is looking worried, anxiously flipping switches and checking dials. The three other occupants (referred to as GUY, GUY2 and GUY3 to save me from having to come up with names for them) are peering anxiously over his shoulder at the controls. After a few seconds a red light flares and a bleeping alarm sounds.

PILOT: Okay guys, it's not looking good.

GUY: What are you saying man?

PILOT: We have to shed weight or . . .  or we're going down.

GUY2: Seriously?

PILOT: Yeah.

GUY3: Is there any equipment we can throw out . . . there must be something.

PILOT: Not enough. One of us . . . will . . . will have to jump.

GUY3: No . . .

PILOT: I don't know what to say . . .

GUY: Isn't there any other way?

PILOT: I wish there was.

(Long silent pause. The GUYS and the PILOT all avoid everybody else's eyes. They all look intense and terrified.)

PILOT: We haven't got long.

GUY: Oh man.

(Another, shorter pause. The next few lines in quick succession.)

GUY: Not it!

GUY2: Not it!

GUY3: Not it!

PILOT: Not . . . oh bugger.

And fade.