rachel -- still looking around -- sees a door open as the kid's orchestra is led in -- her pulse starts to race -- among the faces, kyle. her heart fucking stops kyle! no.  she jumps up from her seat -- starts moving towards her son --
"o'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming" rachel reaches the end of the row, two agents block her:
no one on the floor can hear what's going on outside. the noise is deafening; "0 say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave" rachel scratching and fighting and kicking--
slow motion -- kyle's fingers on the valves, pressing down, rising -- the music growing discordant, almost frightening -- rachel suddenly breaks from the secret service agents, starts running back down the aisle, necklace glittering as: jerry bursts through the.door -- taking in everything in an instant: the president.  the crowd.  and rachel, in her sparkling necklace running desperately down towards -- the orchestra. and he sees -- kyle, sweet kyle's face, that face he remembers from the picture and that footage in the tank room. and.  his trumpet.
mayhem. as rachel runs to the terrified kyle and scoops him up into her arms. jerry's on the ground, bleeding.  ten agents pin him down.  no sound now except for him trying to breathe.  rachel appears over him, crying, grabbing his hand: