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She stares at him for a BEAT.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT

Listen, a**hole, I don't care if

you're the Sultan of Brunei, no man

talks to me like that. Now you can

either learn some manners or I can

make a formal complaint to the airport

authorities and we can sort this out

while you're waiting stand-by for

the next flight to Kennedy.

She walks away. He turns off the bell light.

INT. JFK INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - NEW YORK - DAY

The PASSENGERS file off the plane and out of the gate. Bobby

walks out purposefully. Ricky staggers slightly. He got his

money's worth. Bobby checks his pager and Ricky scans the

crowd through his buzz.

BOBBY:

Sh*t. No new pages. I don't even

know where the f*** we're supposed

to go.

RICKY:

Maybe we should call for a cab.

BOBBY:

No. Look. There.

A hulking Italian DRIVER holds up a sign reading 'CARDIFF

GIANT.'

BOBBY:

'Cardiff Giant.' That's us.

RICKY:

You sure?

BOBBY:

Yeah. He said that's our account

with the car service.

They approach the driver.

BOBBY:

Hi. I, uh, think that's us.

JIMMY:

Hi. I'm Jimmy.

BOBBY:

Bobby.

RICKY:

Ricky.

JIMMY:

Soho Grand, right?

BOBBY:

What's that?

JIMMY:

You're going to the Soho Grand hotel,

right?

BOBBY:

I'm not sure. All I know is the

account is Cardiff Giant.

JIMMY:

(smiles)

Yeah. You're staying at the Soho

Grand. You got anything checked?

BOBBY:

Nah.

JIMMY:

Traveling light. I like that.

RICKY:

Is it nice?

JIMMY:

The Soho Grand?

RICKY:

Yeah.

JIMMY:

You're from LA, right?

RICKY:

Yeah.

JIMMY:

You'll love it.

EXT. LIVERY STAND - JFK INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - DAY -

CONTINUOUS:

Jimmy walks them out and up to a black STRETCH LIMO. He opens

the door. Ricky's eyes light up.

RICKY:

Holy sh*t.

The flight attendant who told Ricky off rolls her overnight

bag past them. Ricky can't help himself. He calls after her...

RICKY:

You missed out, lady! We're staying

at the Soho Grand! I'd give you a

ride in my limo, but I gotta stretch

my sh*t out.

She ignores him.

INT. LIMOUSINE - QUEENS - DAY

They ride in the back. Ricky fucks with the buttons.

RICKY:

So whenever we want...

JIMMY:

Yeah. Grab one of the cards behind

you. Call that number. It's my cell.

RICKY:

So you're our own private guy?

JIMMY:

I handle most of Cardiff Giant's

stuff.

RICKY:

You know my pager number?

JIMMY:

No. What is it?

RICKY:

I don't know. I thought you might.

Any idea what the job is?

JIMMY:

The 'job?' Alls I know is I'm taking

you to the Soho Grand.

BOBBY:

Where is the Soho Grand?

JIMMY:

Soho.

EXT. LIMOUSINE - QUEENS - MONTAGE - DAY

The LIMO drives past a vista of the luminescent SKYLINE.

The lights twinkle through the highway emissions. The

SOUNDTRACK takes a decidedly carnivorous, urban turn.

EXT. NEW YORK CITY - STREETS MONTAGE (CONT.) - DAY INTO DUSK

The limo drives through the streets of the city. Steam comes

out of a manhole cover (if we can afford it).

EXT. SOHO GRAND HOTEL - SOHO - GOLDEN HOUR - DUSK

ESTABLISHING SHOT of the trendy architectural hotel. The

limo pulls up.

INT. SOHO GRAND HOTEL - SOHO - NIGHT

Nice lobby.

INT. BOBBY'S SUITE - SOHO GRAND HOTEL - SAME

A young black BELLMAN walks Bobby into his suite. They are

followed by Ricky. The room is beautiful. Blonde wood paneling

is offset by black and white photos of New York's past. Modern

furniture and a mirrored wet bar give the suite a luxurious

feel.

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