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.
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 fucking morning toshake me down for money. Does he
even like the fucking 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.
Was that your wife?
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...
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”
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