Flight Page #4

KIP:

Nicole, this is Tiki Pot. He's mypartner in this new series, heknows a lot about porn.

NICOLE:

Kip I need 2 grams of “h.”

KIP:

Tiki and I are trying to put thenarrative back in porn. Our

Desdemona hasn’t shown yet.

(a great idea hatches...)

You should play Desdemona. F***

YEAH! You got that fair skin.

KIP is flirting, seeing if she’ll consider it...

NICOLE:

Desdemona? What the f***?

TIKI does a line and comes up babbling.

TIKI POT:

She do anal, two thousand, one

hour.

NICOLE:

I don’t do porn, Kip. Just lemme

see the "h."

KIP:

Just listen, we're doing an Othellotheme where the Moor finds you inbed with your nurse and-

NICOLE:

He fucks me in the ass?

9.

KIP:

Well...yeah. We’re giving a wholenew meaning to the “beast with twobacks.” That’s actually a titlewe’re toying with...’beast with twobacks’ or Hole-thelo or Butt Hole-

thelo...would you be up for it?

TIKI POT:

College kid, very clean...BRETT?!

A tall thin kid joins them. He wears a Moorish Headdress and

has a bath towel wrapped around his waist.

TIKI POT (CONT’D)

Show her the pipe-

BRETT drops the towel...

NICOLE:

F*** you Tiki, you put that in yourass and call me in the morning.

Kip, have I ever done that sh*t foryou? Never. A**hole.

NICOLE walks away. KIP follows her...at the door.

KIP:

Nic...sorry, we’re tweaked, okay

baby girl. Hey, c’mon you wanna

stay and shoot some stills for me,

you’re pics are awesome. And

what’s going on with you? You were

clean for a while and...

(she begins to cry)

Sweetheart, don't cry.

NICOLE:

I just need a little to smoke.

(flashes the cash)

I’ve got 100.

KIP pulls a small tin foil square from his vest pocket.

KIP:

No, keep your money, okay? But,

Nicole, this is the Taliban baby,

very big time. It will take youdown.

NICOLE:

I can handle it.

10.

KIP (cont'd)

Don’t shoot this sh*t, it is waytoo heavy.

NICOLE:

I'm just gonna smoke it. I haven't

done needles in weeks.

KIP:

Okay, no needles and take a littlecoke and if you start going downjust whiff a little. Okay? I

wanna see you...

KIP hands her a tiny baggy of coke. He kisses her cheek.

CUT TO:

INT. COCKPIT -- MORNING

Out the window...nothing...the rain pounds. WHIP leans close

to the windshield in an attempt to improve his view.

EVANS reaches down and throws a switch. The windshield

wipers go on. We can now see very clearly the path of lightsthe plane is to follow. WHIP looks to EVANS, smiles withstoned eyes.

WHIP:

Thanks junior.

EVANS looks out at the rain...

EVANS:

Looks pretty ugly, sir.

WHIP:

A little rain never hurt anybody.

We’re not made of sugar. What’s

the RVR?

EVANS:

Half a mile. Right at minimums.

Wind’s gusting to 29. 30 is our

crosswind max.

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