Flight Page #2
EXT. AIRPORT SOUTHJET TARMAC - AIRPLANE - MORNING RAINING
WHIP leans against the landing gear of the JACKSON-RIDGEFIELD
88 PASSENGER JET -- He takes a swig from a small bottle of
mouthwash -- gargles, then spits the green foam on the
tarmac. WHIP wipes fatigue from his face as he stashes the
mouthwash in his pocket, then quickly completes his visual
walk around. He looks at the sky again as he steps on to the
jet way ladder. His foot slips, sending his shoe SPLASHING in
to a puddle.
WHIP:
Son of a b*tch!
Whip shakes the rain out of his shoe as he continues up the
stairs.
INT. ORLANDO AIRPORT TERMINAL - JETWAY -- DAY
WHIP enters the jetway from the exterior door at the entranceof the plane. TRINA is greeting a MAN and his SON.
WHIP:
Morning Miss Marquez.
TRINA:
Morning Captain Whitaker.
WHIP waits as TRINA politely parts the stream of folks toallow WHIP to enter the plane.
INT. AIRPLANE GALLEY -- MOMENTS LATER
WHIP exchanges a look with a MATURE FLIGHT ATTENDANT,
MARGARET THOMASON. She can’t help but smile...
5.
MARGARET:
Captain Whitaker, that sky gonna
hold? You’re not gonna make me
spend another night in Orlando?
WHIP:
Don’t worry, Margaret I’m gonna get
you home for your prayer meeting
at...what is it? Jesus Christ
Superstar 27th Baptist King Church?
TRINA and CAMELIA SATOU, the other flight attendant, laugh.
MARGARET:
That’s right, Christ the King First
Baptist Church on Hazel and 9th
Street. And I’m still saving you a
seat next to me. Offer
stands...come on down.
WHIP:
One of these nights, Margaret, I’m
comin’. You hold my seat.
The girls laugh at the familiar exchange.
INT. AIRPLANE COCKPIT - MORNING
WHIP enters the cockpit, removes his hat and nods to KEN
EVANS, our clean-cut, young first officer.
WHIP:
G’morning. Walk around is complete.
Whip pulls his emergency oxygen mask off the bulkhead and
takes a huge hit.
WHIP (CONT’D)
Emergency oxygen, checks.
(offering the mask to
Evans)
You want a hit?
EVANS:
No thank you sir.
WHIP:
(tries to break the chill)
My pleasure to share the chair withya'. Didn’t we fly together...
EVANS lets him hang...
6.
EVANS:
No sir, not that I remember. Ken
Evans, sir.
WHIP:
Call me Whip.
EVANS:
Yes sir.
WHIP studies this little Bible Thumper for a second before...
WHIP:
(calls to the galley)
Margaret.
(she appears)
Sweetie, will you get me a coffee,
black, lots of sugar. And some
aspirin. You want something?
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