Flight
CHYRON -- ATLANTA 6:12 AM
EXT. SOMEWHAT SEEDY TWO-STORY HOTEL IN ATLANTA -- PRE-DAWN
It’s still more night than day as we look down on the HOTEL
ATLANTA. The lit sign for the HOTEL ATLANTA may be the only
source of light as we hear a metallic rattle.
EXT. HOTEL ATLANTA -- SECOND FLOOR -- PRE-DAWN
We follow the metallic rattle to a door. The rattling stops
and we watch the knob slowly turn.
Tight on a feminine arm with a tattoo that announces “hope.”
We pull back to find that both arms are employed in the
pulling of what looks like a large suitcase.
NICOLE MAGGEN, a beautiful but tired woman, finishes pulling
the suitcase that we now surmise to be a folded-up massage
table out of the motel room. With her bra in one hand and
the rickety table resting against the wall of the exterior
2nd floor hallway of the motel, she assesses her situation.
She digs in her purse, lights a cigarette and continues
digging in her purse. She finds a beat-up candy tin. She
opens it and quickly sorts through a collection of burnt
foils, heroin foils, looking for residue. Nothing.
She now finds and holds up the 100 bucks she just made. She
flips open her cheap phone and makes a call...she thinks
better of it and hangs up.
EXT. HOTEL ATLANTA -- PARKING LOT -- MOMENTS LATER
NICOLE forces the clumsy table into the hatchback of a 1988
Toyota Tercel and slams it shut.
INT. 1988 TOYOTA TERCEL -- PARKING LOT -- SAME TIME
We hear the electronic ring of her cheap cell phone on
“speaker phone” mode. The phone rests on the passenger seat.
We pull up to find NICOLE slumped with her head resting on
the steering wheel. She is exhausted and irritated...
NICOLE:
(as the phone rings)
Don’t pick up...don’t pick up...
don’t pick up...
2.
A MAN answers with music in the background...”Yo..” NICOLE
quickly picks up the phone.
NICOLE (CONT’D)
It's Nic, do you have any? Good
morning to you too. You’re what?
Well, where are you guys shootingtoday? Where? Text me the
address. You have some...Okay.
She hangs up the phone and catching herself in the rearview
she tries to smile.
CHYRON --ORLANDO 7:14 AM
EXT. AMERICAN VALUE SUITES - HOTEL -- ORLANDO -- MORNING
The sun would be rising if the sky wasn’t swirling with grey
clouds. We see the American Suites Hotel and recognize it as
a decent commuters’ hotel near the airport in Orlando. The
sound of a clock radio breaks the calm of our picture.
INT. AMERICAN VALUE SUITES - HOTEL -- ORLANDO -- MORNING
Through the clock radio we loudly hear two morning drive-time
radio personalities spewing nonsensical patter...
An attractive YOUNG WOMAN wrestles free of the covers and
gets out of bed. She crosses naked through the room as acell phone starts ringing.
Back to the bed as WHIP WHITAKER rises into frame and
inhabits the room like a lazy ape at the zoo. WHIP wears his
40 some years of life experience like a medal. Smoke hangsin the air and empty beers, a pint of vodka and two emptycarafes of cheap hotel wine clutter the table as WHIPsnatches up his phone and answers...
VOICE:
For the love of Christ! Look...justhold...HOLD ON.
He aggressively drains the last four inches of beer from aclear bottle and cracks the last fresh one that bobs in the
hotel ice bucket.
The naked, YOUNG WOMAN bends over to pick up her clothes.
We witness her ass as a tanned glass vase with a perfectcrack down the middle. Whip smiles, taking it all in...
3.
WHIP:
(into the phone)
I've been up since the crack 'adawn. What check? Tuition? How
much does it cost to go there?
The YOUNG WOMAN has re-lit the last half of a joint and ispuffing it to life as WHIP is beckoning with his large hands.
The YOUNG WOMAN, looking more like a stripper by the second,
hands the joint to WHIP who takes a masterful drag. WHIP
shakes his head in violent disapproval to what he hears onthe phone. He exhales in anger as he shouts into the phone.
WHIP (CONT’D)
NO! NO! NO! You decided he needed
private school...lemme talk toKnuckles. He’s not? Tell’em the
phone works both ways. Oh he's myson because you need a tuitioncheck...that's great Deana. I'mglad you tracked me down in Orlandoat 7 in the f***ing morning toshake me down for money. Does he
even like the f***ing school? No
I’ve never seen it. Yeah I wonder
why not too. I gotta 9 o'clockflight, sit tight 'till I get backto Atlanta. How am I a liar?
What? No, I’ll call you.
WHIP hangs up and continues to make quick work of the lastbeer as he stares through his thoughts and out the window.
YOUNG WOMAN:
Was that your wife?
WHIP:
That was my ex-wife. But youTrina, you could be my second orthird wife if you’d just C’mere.
The YOUNG WOMAN we now know as TRINA smiles seductively...
TRINA:
Whip, don’t even joke about that.
Our flight's at 9, let’s hit it.
TRINA is still naked but she holds a navy blue skirt and awhite blouse as she hands WHIP his pants. WHIP can’t helpbut pat that perfect ass as TRINA tries to skip away.
ON THE RADIO We hear the opening bars of a familiar rockanthem...JOE COCKER’s “I’m Feeling Alright”
4.
WHIP:
Yeah, I'm feelin' a little lightheaded.
I shoulda ate somethin'.
WHIP leans over the motel table, picks up a soda straw that'sbeen cut in half. He efficiently sniffs up a line of coke.
INT. AMERICAN VALUE SUITES HOTEL-ORLANDO-HALLWAY-MORNING
WHIP wears his pilot Blues and carries his hat as he strides
confidently down the hallway. JOE COCKER continues to wail,
perfectly narrating the hero’s swagger that WHIP maintains
while passing bad light fixtures and ornate wall paper.
EXT. AIRPORT SOUTHJET TARMAC - AIRPLANE - MORNING RAINING
WHIP leans against the landing gear of the JACKSON-RIDGEFIELD
88 PASSENGER JET -- He takes a swig from a small bottle of
mouthwash -- gargles, then spits the green foam on the
tarmac. WHIP wipes fatigue from his face as he stashes the
mouthwash in his pocket, then quickly completes his visual
walk around. He looks at the sky again as he steps on to the
jet way ladder. His foot slips, sending his shoe SPLASHING in
to a puddle.
WHIP:
Son of a b*tch!
Whip shakes the rain out of his shoe as he continues up the
stairs.
INT. ORLANDO AIRPORT TERMINAL - JETWAY -- DAY
WHIP enters the jetway from the exterior door at the entranceof the plane. TRINA is greeting a MAN and his SON.
WHIP:
Morning Miss Marquez.
TRINA:
Morning Captain Whitaker.
WHIP waits as TRINA politely parts the stream of folks toallow WHIP to enter the plane.
INT. AIRPLANE GALLEY -- MOMENTS LATER
WHIP exchanges a look with a MATURE FLIGHT ATTENDANT,
MARGARET THOMASON. She can’t help but smile...
5.
MARGARET:
Captain Whitaker, that sky gonna
hold? You’re not gonna make me
spend another night in Orlando?
WHIP:
Don’t worry, Margaret I’m gonna get
you home for your prayer meeting
at...what is it? Jesus Christ
Superstar 27th Baptist King Church?
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