Flight Page #2

MARGARET:

That’s right, Christ the King First

Baptist Church on Hazel and 9th

Street. And I’m still saving you a

seat next to me. Offer

stands...come on down.

WHIP:

One of these nights, Margaret, I’m

comin’. You hold my seat.

The girls laugh at the familiar exchange.

INT. AIRPLANE COCKPIT - MORNING

WHIP enters the cockpit, removes his hat and nods to KEN

EVANS, our clean-cut, young first officer.

WHIP:

G’morning. Walk around is complete.

Whip pulls his emergency oxygen mask off the bulkhead and

takes a huge hit.

WHIP (CONT’D)

Emergency oxygen, checks.

(offering the mask to

Evans)

You want a hit?

EVANS:

No thank you sir.

WHIP:

(tries to break the chill)

My pleasure to share the chair withya'. Didn’t we fly together...

EVANS lets him hang...

6.

EVANS:

No sir, not that I remember. Ken

Evans, sir.

WHIP:

Call me Whip.

EVANS:

Yes sir.

WHIP studies this little Bible Thumper for a second before...

WHIP:

(calls to the galley)

Margaret.

(she appears)

Sweetie, will you get me a coffee,

black, lots of sugar. And some

aspirin. You want something?

EVANS:

(looks to Margaret)

No ma’am. Thank you.

(she leaves)

Sir, it’s 8:
50.

WHIP:

Then let’s push. I got a great ‘on

time’ record.

EVANS:

Yes sir, you gottit. And how you

feeling today, sir?

WHIP focuses on EVANS, trying to read into that statement.

WHIP:

Tired, sir. But, this is a quick

turn for me. Ten turns in three

days. Off tomorrow.

MARGARET returns with the coffee, placing it down near WHIP’s

chair on an airline cocktail napkin.

MARGARET:

Here’s your coffee and the final

manifest. 102 souls on board.

WHIP:

Thank you, thank you, thank you,

you’re a life saver. And Margaret

gettem’ tucked in, we’re ready to

push.

7.

WHIP goes to the head. MARGARET and EVANS exchange a look.

CUT TO:

EXT. ATLANTA SUBURB - STONE MANSION - DRIVEWAY - DAY

NICOLE gets out of her Tercel and slams the door twice beforeit closes. She checks the address on her phone and looks upat the enormous mansion.

INT. ATLANTA -- STONE - MANSION - DAY

NICOLE pushes through the overly tall front door of thehouse. At first glance, it’s completely empty, unfurnished.

A GUY in cargo pants and a baseball hat sleeps sitting upagainst the huge dual staircase that leads to the secondfloor. Random boxes of video equipment are now evident asare thick cables that lead to a staircase going down.

On the staircase she immediately encounters another YOUNGCREW GUY holding a tiny lap dog while standing next to aNAKED GIRL wearing a Shakespearean Military Helmet. The

YOUNG CREW GUY holds up the “be quiet” finger to his lips.

NICOLE quietly makes her way down a few steps, stopping at

the odd duo. We now hear activity downstairs, music.

SUDDENLY the YOUNG CREW GUY frantically points at the NAKED

GIRL.

NAKED GIRL IN HELMET

Othello you bastard!

And she grabs the TINY DOG and hustles downstairs. NICOLE

waits with the YOUNG CREW GUY until we hear....

KIP (O.S.)

CUT! CUT THAT!

NICOLE is free to walk all the way downstairs now.

INT. MANSION -OTHELLO PORN SET - BEDROOM SUITE - DAY

NICOLE enters to reveal a large porn set with a Shakespeareantheme, specifically “Othello.” We see an Elizabethan Fourposter

bed with a canopy surrounded by stone arches andcardboard Venetian Columns. In the bed we find an AFRICAN

AMERICAN PORN ACTOR laying with TWO FEMALE ADULT ACTORS.

A GIRL WITH DYED-BLONDE HAIR stands naked next to the throne

smoking a joint as she shaves her crotch with a man'selectric razor.

8.

NICOLE approaches a YOUNG TATTOOED MAN who only wears boardshorts. He's talking with an OLDER ASIAN MAN as they groom apile of coke for snorting.

NICOLE:

Kip-

He sniffs a quick line and gets up to kiss her, she turns hercheek avoiding the coke-frozen kiss.

KIP:

Nicole, this is Tiki Pot. He's mypartner in this new series, heknows a lot about porn.

NICOLE:

Kip I need 2 grams of “h.”

KIP:

Tiki and I are trying to put thenarrative back in porn. Our

Desdemona hasn’t shown yet.

(a great idea hatches...)

You should play Desdemona. F***

YEAH! You got that fair skin.

KIP is flirting, seeing if she’ll consider it...

NICOLE:

Desdemona? What the f***?

TIKI does a line and comes up babbling.

TIKI POT:

She do anal, two thousand, one

hour.

NICOLE:

I don’t do porn, Kip. Just lemme

see the "h."

KIP:

Just listen, we're doing an Othellotheme where the Moor finds you inbed with your nurse and-

NICOLE:

He fucks me in the ass?

9.

KIP:

Well...yeah. We’re giving a wholenew meaning to the “beast with twobacks.” That’s actually a titlewe’re toying with...’beast with twobacks’ or Hole-thelo or Butt Hole-

thelo...would you be up for it?

TIKI POT:

College kid, very clean...BRETT?!

A tall thin kid joins them. He wears a Moorish Headdress and

has a bath towel wrapped around his waist.

TIKI POT (CONT’D)

Show her the pipe-

BRETT drops the towel...

NICOLE:

F*** you Tiki, you put that in yourass and call me in the morning.

Kip, have I ever done that sh*t foryou? Never. A**hole.

NICOLE walks away. KIP follows her...at the door.

KIP:

Nic...sorry, we’re tweaked, okay

baby girl. Hey, c’mon you wanna

stay and shoot some stills for me,

you’re pics are awesome. And

what’s going on with you? You were

clean for a while and...

(she begins to cry)

Sweetheart, don't cry.

NICOLE:

I just need a little to smoke.

(flashes the cash)

I’ve got 100.

KIP pulls a small tin foil square from his vest pocket.

KIP:

No, keep your money, okay? But,

Nicole, this is the Taliban baby,

very big time. It will take youdown.

NICOLE:

I can handle it.

10.

KIP (cont'd)

Don’t shoot this sh*t, it is waytoo heavy.

NICOLE:

I'm just gonna smoke it. I haven't

done needles in weeks.

KIP:

Okay, no needles and take a littlecoke and if you start going downjust whiff a little. Okay? I

wanna see you...

KIP hands her a tiny baggy of coke. He kisses her cheek.

CUT TO:

INT. COCKPIT -- MORNING

Out the window...nothing...the rain pounds. WHIP leans close

to the windshield in an attempt to improve his view.

EVANS reaches down and throws a switch. The windshield

wipers go on. We can now see very clearly the path of lightsthe plane is to follow. WHIP looks to EVANS, smiles withstoned eyes.

WHIP:

Thanks junior.

EVANS looks out at the rain...

EVANS:

Looks pretty ugly, sir.

WHIP:

A little rain never hurt anybody.

We’re not made of sugar. What’s

the RVR?

EVANS:

Half a mile. Right at minimums.

Wind’s gusting to 29. 30 is our

crosswind max.

WHIP:

I know what our crosswind max is.

Tellem were good to go at the end.

EVANS just stares at WHIP.

11.

GROUND CONTROL:

(on radio)

SouthJet 227, say intentions.

WHIP looks right at EVANS. EVANS keys the radio.

EVANS:

Orlando ground. SouthJet 227 will

be ready to go at the end.

WHIP stares forward, not looking at EVANS.

INT. PASSENGER CABIN - DAY

Nervous passengers stare out the windows as the JR-88 lumbers

along the tarmac, headed for the runway.

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