Blast from the Past Page #5

CALVIN:

I bet that's a fighter jet on his way

to Key West! Good luck, amigo!

INT. WORKSHOP

They enter. The place is full of tools and gadgets--

mostly construction equipment. The ham radio is still on.

TOWER:

An emergency has been declared. I

repeat, an emergency has been

declared.

Calvin and Helen speak over the Tower who is telling

other aircraft in the vicinity to clear the area.

CALVIN:

You hear that?!

HELEN:

Yes.

Calvin unplugs the radio and quickly wraps the cord.

CALVIN:

We can listen to the rest downstairs!

He pushes aside a table that is hiding a hatch in the

floor and unlocks it by turning the hatch's wheel. Then

he opens the hatch and reaches inside to turn on a light.

Red submarine light shines up from below. All the while

he and Helen are chatting:

HELEN:

Calvin, I wish you would have at least

let me do the dishes. It's not going

to be that easy getting all that dried-

on food off my nice plates.

CALVIN:

I just hope those plates aren't

radioactive by tomorrow morning.

HELEN:

Cheese is particularly troublesome.

CALVIN:

Worse than your Kraft Holiday dip?

HELEN:

Oh, much worse. But not as bad as that

Mexican Jumping Bean dip. You remember

that?

CALVIN:

Yeah, yeah. Okay. Give me the roast

and watch your step. I'll come back

for the radio.

She steps into the hatch and onto a ladder.

INT. JET - NIGHT

The young pilot is bouncing around the now smokey

cockpit.

PILOT:

Tower, say again!!

TOWER:

The SAR HELO is airborne with you in

sight.

PILOT:

I'm marking the 180 radial for five

and ejecting.

TOWER:

Roger, Wolf One.

The pilot rights the plane; points the joy stick; and

reaches for the ejection handles between his legs.

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