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MAX:

Because you lost my f***ing carpet

cleaning van and I don't like you.

BOBBY:

I already told you, I parked it for

five minutes and I locked it with

the club --

BOBBY:

(interrupts)

You want us to be wherever you want

us to be, ASAP, no questions asked.

MAX:

Yes. Goodbye.

RICKY:

So, wait, what are we dropping off?

MAX:

Goodbye.

INT. LAX - DAY

One of those cool over cranked tracking shots of the two

guys walking purposefully that means we're really getting

down to business now. A cool song is playing. Ricky and Bobby

each hold a manila envelope.

INT. SECURITY CHECK - LAX - DAY

Bobby lays his envelope on the x-ray conveyor belt. He walks

through the metal detector. He passes the check.

Ricky does the same. The ALARM goes off. Bobby looks

concerned. Ricky pulls a ring of KEYS and drops it in the

tray with a look to Bobby. Bobby looks relieved. Ricky is

dressed to the nines: Dark blazer over a dark sweater. Bobby,

more casual, wears dark slacks, a dark shirt and a gold horn

around his neck.

INT. FIRST CLASS CABIN - UNITED AIRLINES 777 - DAY

They check their boarding stubs and sit in the plush first

class seats in the almost empty cabin.

RICKY:

Holy sh*t. Can you believe this?

BOBBY:

Pretty nice.

RICKY:

See, man. Maxie f***in takes care of

you when you're in. Beats cleaning

carpets.

BOBBY:

What's the movie?

RICKY:

I'll get the girl.

BOBBY:

Nah, don't bother --

Ricky rings the service chime. An attractive young FLIGHT

ATTENDANT arrives. She has a tray of champagne and orange

juice.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT

(turning off the

service light)

Champagne or orange juice?

Ricky takes a champagne. She smiles and walks away. He stops

mid-gulp and rings the bell again. She turns with a smile.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT

(turning off the

service light)

Yes?

RICKY:

Yeah, uh, what's the movie?

FLIGHT ATTENDANT

It's in your copy of Hemispheres. I

believe it's Mickey Blue Eyes.

RICKY:

Ugh...

FLIGHT ATTENDANT

I'll get you the list of videos, if

you don't mind, I'll offer the other

passengers a beverage.

RICKY:

Yeah, sure. How much are they?

FLIGHT ATTENDANT

How much is what?

RICKY:

The videos.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT

You're up front. Everything's free

up here.

She smiles. He smiles. She walks away. He rings the bell

again. She returns with a strained smile.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT

(turning off the

service light)

Yes?

RICKY:

Drinks are free, right?

FLIGHT ATTENDANT

Yes.

(waits)

Would you care for another one?

RICKY:

Yes.

He takes another champagne and she crosses to leave. He calls

after her.

RICKY:

I'll have a Cutty on the rocks.

She smiles and walks away.

RICKY:

You hear that? You can drink as much

as you want up here.

BOBBY:

We're not supposed to get drunk.

We're on call.

RICKY:

Unless we're supposed to whack out

the f***in' pilot, I don't think

we're gonna have to work in the next

five hours.

BOBBY:

I don't want to show up hammered.

We're supposed to be representing

Max.

RICKY:

Oh, I'll represent alright.

He rings the bell.

BOBBY:

Cut that sh*t out.

She returns.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT

Yes.

RICKY:

Where do you live?

FLIGHT ATTENDANT

(strained politeness)

Excuse me.

RICKY:

Where do you live?

FLIGHT ATTENDANT

I operate out of the Chicago O'Hare

hub. Can I help you with anything

else?

RICKY:

Yeah. Me and my boy here are gonna

be in New York overnight. I want you

to pass the word around to the honeys

back in business class that you all

got plans for tonight. I'm talkin' a

California style, Tupac, gangster

pool party back at the hotel. And

make that drink a double.

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