Trauma Page #9

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GLASSES EMT:

You got no idea what you’re in for,

do you?

She checks him out, noticing he’s wearing GLASSES.

MARISA:

You weren't military were ya,

specs?

Let me guess... Weather

copter. Started flying a meat bird

for some action, right?

His face drops. She nailed it. His buddies chuckle.

MARISA (CONT’D)

Oigame guero, what you call a rush,

I call retirement.

On the TV, the GTA player goes down in a hail of bullets.

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EXT. ROOF - ANGEL’S FLIGHT EMT SERVICES - DAY 29

TWO COPTERS wait on the helipad. One’s a little older, the

other’s the gleaming replacement for the one that took Rotor.

All business, Marisa does a walk-around. Checking the landing

gear. Looking for any leaks on the ground.

30 INT. COCKPIT - RESCUE HELICOPTER - DAY 30

Marisa slides in. Home. Instinctively, she runs her hands and

eyes over the gauges. She pulls a MEDALLION, hangs it around

the compass.

Suddenly, a GRUFF VOICE scares the sh*t out of her.

VOICE:

Take it down.

Startled she turns. RABBIT moves out of the shadows of the

back. Intense, almost manic, Rabbit has a faint scar running

along his cheek.

The back is IMMACULATE. Everything put perfectly in its

place, the result of Rabbit’s obsessive attentions. Not

scared, simply wary, Marisa smiles and flicks the medallion.

(CONTINUED)

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MARISA:

St. Joseph of Cupertino. I fly. He

flies.

RABBIT:

Cool. But St. Joey’s not the patron

here. I am. And I didn’t say you

could come on board. My copter. My

world. Goodbye.

MARISA:

You’re Rabbit.

He smiles and waves, “Bye. Bye.” She slides out of the

copter. St. Joseph stays. Rabbit eyes the medallion.

31 INT. ANGEL’S FLIGHT EMT SERVICES - DAY 31

The EMT in glasses has his eyes on his watch as Marisa blazes

in the room.

GLASSES EMT:

Two minutes.

MARISA:

What the hell? You realize you got

a section 8 case in your copter

right? Somebody needs to get him

out of there.

Snickers ring the group. Something’s up.

JOHNNY OH:

Rabbit’s your Paramedic.

(hard not to smile)

Today’s his first day back.

MARISA:

I’ve got four words for you. Post.

Traumatic. Stress. Disorder.

JOHNNY OH:

Nobody else is gonna fly with him.

You’re the new guy... Girl. You

know.

Marisa thinks about this. The only way out is through.

CUT TO:

32 EXT. FREEWAY BRIDGE - DAY 32

Evening traffic moves along at a pretty fast clip.

INT:
BMW

One eye on the road, a SMUG DRIVER, works his phone, texting

someone named “FOXY.”

(CONTINUED)

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Up ahead an 18 WHEEL TANKER tries a lane change. The Texting

Driver doesn’t see it.

Looking up from his text, the driver doesn’t have time. He

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