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To her credit, she doesn't. They continue driving. Mary looks at her watch and crosses her legs.

Lloyd can see that she's concerned about something.

LLOYD (CONT.)

What's the matter? Little tense

about the flight?

MARY:

(beat)

Something like that.

Lloyd SWIVELS AROUND and STARES over his shoulder at her.

LLOYD:

It's really nothing to worry about,

Mary. Statistically, they say you're

more likely to get killed on the way

to the airport. You know, like in a

head-on crash, or something.

MARY:

Um, Lloyd, could please keep your

eyes on the road.

LLOYD:

Good thinking. There's a lot of bad

drivers out there.

Lloyd turns back to the steering wheel.

CUT TO:

EXT. AIRPORT - DAY

Lloyd is putting the last bags on a cart. He closes the trunk and turns to Mary. She looks nervous

and disconcerted as she reaches into her purse. She pulls out a ten-dollar tip.

MARY:

Here you go.

LLOYD:

Keep it. It was my pleasure.

For the first time, Mary Swanson offers a slight smile. This makes her more lovely than ever.

LLOYD (CONT.)

Relax, Mary. Just get trashed and

pass out. You'll be there before you

know it.

MARY:

Thanks Lloyd.

(beat)

And good luck with your worms.

Then she PICKS UP HER BRIEFCASE and walks into the terminal, followed by a PORTER

pushing her bags. Lloyd watches her, ENCHANTED, until she's out of sight.

Afterwards, he climbs back into the limo, LOVESICK. For a moment he doesn't even have the

energy to turn the key. He just drops his head against the steering wheel, DEVASTATED. There's

a TAP on the window. Lloyd looks up to see a POLICE OFFICER standing there.

POLICE OFFICER:

Come on, move it, you're in a red

zone.

Lloyd starts the limo and pulls away.

CUT TO:

INT. AIRPORT TERMINAL - DAY

Mary looks tense as she moves through the throngs of travelers. Her pace is slow, deliberate, and

her eyes are focused straight ahead.

She passes a row of phone botths and two MEN � one dressed in an ARMANI SUIT, the other in

a PLAID SPORTCOAT � watch her.

ARMANI SUIT:

She's gonna leave the briefcase at

the foot of the escalator. You make

the pick-up.

PLAID SPORTCOAT:

Piece of cake.

EXT. AIRPORT TERMINAL - DAY

As Lloyd pulls his limo slowly away, he glances in the airport window and SEES MARY

WALKING ALONG.

When she stops at the foot of the escalator, he stops, too. She puts down the briefcase and checks

her coat pocket for her ticket. Lloyd's attention is distracted by a HONK. He turns to see a car

directly behind him.

LLOYD:

(to car's driver)

Drive around me, you pinhead!

When he turns back to watch Mary in the terminal he sees that SHE'S GONE, and she's LEFT

HER BRIEFCASE AT THE FOOT OF THE STAIRS. Lloyd jumps to ATTENTION.

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