CHYRON -- ATLANTA 6:12 AM
EXT. SOMEWHAT SEEDY TWO-STORY HOTEL IN ATLANTA -- PRE-DAWN
It’s still more night than day as we look down on the HOTEL
ATLANTA. The lit sign for the HOTEL ATLANTA may be the only
source of light as we hear a metallic rattle.
EXT. HOTEL ATLANTA -- SECOND FLOOR -- PRE-DAWN
We follow the metallic rattle to a door. The rattling stops
and we watch the knob slowly turn.
Tight on a feminine arm with a tattoo that announces “hope.”
We pull back to find that both arms are employed in the
pulling of what looks like a large suitcase.
NICOLE MAGGEN, a beautiful but tired woman, finishes pulling
the suitcase that we now surmise to be a folded-up massage
table out of the motel room. With her bra in one hand and
the rickety table resting against the wall of the exterior
2nd floor hallway of the motel, she assesses her situation.
She digs in her purse, lights a cigarette and continues
digging in her purse. She finds a beat-up candy tin. She
opens it and quickly sorts through a collection of burnt
foils, heroin foils, looking for residue. Nothing.
She now finds and holds up the 100 bucks she just made. She
flips open her cheap phone and makes a call...she thinks
better of it and hangs up.
EXT. HOTEL ATLANTA -- PARKING LOT -- MOMENTS LATER
NICOLE forces the clumsy table into the hatchback of a 1988
Toyota Tercel and slams it shut.
INT. 1988 TOYOTA TERCEL -- PARKING LOT -- SAME TIME
We hear the electronic ring of her cheap cell phone on
“speaker phone” mode. The phone rests on the passenger seat.
We pull up to find NICOLE slumped with her head resting on
the steering wheel. She is exhausted and irritated...
(as the phone rings)
Don’t pick up...don’t pick up...
don’t pick up...
A MAN answers with music in the background...”Yo..” NICOLE
quickly picks up the phone.
It's Nic, do you have any? Good
morning to you too. You’re what?
Well, where are you guys shootingtoday? Where? Text me the
address. You have some...Okay.
She hangs up the phone and catching herself in the rearview
she tries to smile.
CHYRON --ORLANDO 7:14 AM
EXT. AMERICAN VALUE SUITES - HOTEL -- ORLANDO -- MORNING
The sun would be rising if the sky wasn’t swirling with grey
clouds. We see the American Suites Hotel and recognize it as
a decent commuters’ hotel near the airport in Orlando. The
sound of a clock radio breaks the calm of our picture.
INT. AMERICAN VALUE SUITES - HOTEL -- ORLANDO -- MORNING
Through the clock radio we loudly hear two morning drive-time
radio personalities spewing nonsensical patter...
An attractive YOUNG WOMAN wrestles free of the covers and
gets out of bed. She crosses naked through the room as acell phone starts ringing.
Back to the bed as WHIP WHITAKER rises into frame and
inhabits the room like a lazy ape at the zoo. WHIP wears his
40 some years of life experience like a medal. Smoke hangsin the air and empty beers, a pint of vodka and two emptycarafes of cheap hotel wine clutter the table as WHIPsnatches up his phone and answers...
For the love of Christ! Look...justhold...HOLD ON.
He aggressively drains the last four inches of beer from aclear bottle and cracks the last fresh one that bobs in the
hotel ice bucket.
The naked, YOUNG WOMAN bends over to pick up her clothes.
We witness her ass as a tanned glass vase with a perfectcrack down the middle. Whip smiles, taking it all in...
(into the phone)
I've been up since the crack 'adawn. What check? Tuition? How
much does it cost to go there?