INT. MIAMI AIRPORT, TERMINAL -- DAY

Amongst the weary tourist families and solitary businessmen

sits TOM WELLES, middle-aged, hair neat, suit crisp and

gray. He's eating crackers from a cellophane package,

sipping soda from a paper cup, watching an ARRIVAL GATE.

AT THE GATE:

PASSENGERS arrive: the paunchy, graying men of First Class

leading the pack, except for a handsome YOUNG REPUBLICAN

poster boy hurrying along.

ACROSS THE TERMINAL

Welles gets up and FOLLOWS...

EXT. MIAMI AIRPORT, CURBSIDE -- DAY

Welles comes outside, squinting in the sun, moving down the

sidewalk, looking back over his shoulder...

The Young Republican is lead to a waiting LIMO by a DRIVER.

Welles moves to the nearby TAXI STAND...

INT. TAXI -- DAY

Welles gets in, turning in his seat to watch behind.

CAB DRIVER:

Where to?

Welles keeps watching, sees the limo pull away and pass.

WELLES:

Follow that limousine. Don't get

too close, don't let it get too far

away. Just keep with it.

CAB DRIVER:

You kidding?

WELLES:

Nope.

The cab set in motion. Welles takes out cigarettes,

lighting one, takes out a small NOTEPAD and makes notations.

CAB DRIVER:

Uh, listen... you're not supposed to

be smoking in here. I'm sorry,

that's company policy...

WELLES:

How about this... every cigarette I

smoke, I give you five dollars?

CAB DRIVER:

Okay... okay, yeah, that'd be good...

EXT. MIAMI BEACH, "GOLD COAST" -- DAY

In front of an Art Deco hotel, the driver opens the

limousine door and the Young Republican steps out.

ACROSS THE STREET

Welles watches from inside the double-parked taxicab.

EXT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE -- DAY

Not exactly four-star. "AD LT MOVIES EVERY ROOM."

INT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE -- DAY

Welles is asleep on the bed, full dressed, hands folded

across his stomach, snoring lightly, sweaty.

INT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE, RESTAURANT -- DAY

Welles sits alone at the bar, eating a sandwich, bored. He

watches some fuzzy ESPN on the t.v., looks at his watch.

EXT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE -- DAY

Welles walks across the parking lot, gets into his RENTAL

CAR, starts it and drives away.

EXT. MIAMI BEACH DISCOTHEQUE -- NIGHT

Young Republican and a GAUDY WOMAN exit the disco, MUSIC

THROBBING out from the doors behind them. They join hands,

drunk, heading to the street, looking for their limo.

DOWN THE STREET:

Welles is seated in his parked rental car, raises a CAMERA

with TELEPHOTO LENS: whir, CLICK, whir, CLICK, whir, CLICK...

Welles lowers the camera, letting out a yawn.

INT. AIRPLANE, COACH -- NIGHT

The familiar DRONE of flight. Welles is shoehorned into his

aisle seat, using tiny utensils to eat his tiny meal.

An OLDER WOMAN arrives in the aisle. Welles picks up his

tray, closes his tray table, unbuckling his seatbelt,

struggling to get up... finally successful, balancing his

tray, letting the woman in to the window seat.

OLDER WOMAN:

Thank you.

Welles nods, forcing a smile, sitting back down. He returns

to toiling over his miniature supper.

EXT. HARRISBURG INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT -- NIGHT

Welles' AIRPLANE ROARS down with a SCREECH, landing lights

gleaming. The airport is small, relatively isolated.

TITLE:
Harrisburg, Pennsylvania

INT. HARRISBURG INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT -- NIGHT

Passengers arrive. Welles is with them, searching the few

PEOPLE waiting in the terminal hallway. Welles smiles...

Welles' wife, AMY, smiles when she sees him. She's plain

and pretty, holding one hand on a BABY STROLLER beside her.

Welles comes to her, embracing her, appreciating her.

AMY:

Welcome home.

WELLES:

Do you know how much I missed you?

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