DoubleIT
01-18-2005, 11:40 AM
The title is just a filler for now. Its the same thing i was working on before (the disaster thread) but its now totally restructered and such. Anyway, lemme know what you think.
Edited the new begining with a Gulfstream instead of a 747...
FADE IN:
EXT. O’HARE INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - DAY
The jets of GulfStream G5 whine down as it approaches a set of portable stairs. Coming at it diagonally is JEFF, 20, good looking even in his stained blue jumpsuit, driving a small baggage car. Seated to his right is SAM, 22, a bit over weight with a round face. The wind from the engines blow against them as they near. Jeff pulls up to the baggage compartment and its door slowly rises.
He immediately scans the windows of the plane, and stops on one in the front. MADDY, a beautiful 25 year old blond, sits at the window, the plaid design of her Burberry shirt visible. Shes completely lost in something. The cargo door thuds to a stop but does nothing to break Jeffs trance.
SAM
How many times do I have to tell ya, Jeff?
Jeff, startled, comes to.
JEFF
What?
SAM
Gotta stop falling in love with every girl you see on an airplane. Especially one in a private jet.
JEFF
I just wonder who they are, where they’ve been. I wasn’t falling in love. Dick.
SAM
Their never as good as you make them out to be in your head.
Sam jumps into the belly of the plane and throws a bag at Jeff who throws it into the baggage car. They continue with this process bag after bag.
JEFF
Naw, I bet she’s amazing.
SAM
Well, you’ll never know. Might as well give it up.
Jeff looks back up to the window.
INT. AIRPLANE - CONTINUOUS
Maddy is seated at the window with her tray table down, working without looking up. Ten other PASSENGERS are already up getting their bags and exiting the plane. She pays no attention.
EXT. AIRPORT - CONTINUOUS
Sam throws Jeff a Burberry bag
SAM
I bet that's hers.
Jeff catches it, giving it a once over before throwing it in among the other ones.
JEFF
@#%$ you, Sam.
He laughs and continues unloading the bags.
INT. AIRPLANE - CONTINUOUS
The last person walks past Maddy. The plane is now empty and the CAPTAIN walks up to her.
CAPTAIN
Excuse me. Maddy? We have to get the plane ready for the next flight.
Maddy looks up
MADDY
One more minute, I'm on a roll.
The Captain looks down at her laptop screen. At the top of the page, in big letters reads AGAINST THE GRAIN which serves as the title screen. She types a few more words then closes the laptop and gets up. She smiles at the Captain and walks off the plane as the credits roll.
CAPTAIN
Writers...
EXT. AIRPORT - CONTINUOUS
Jeff and Sam watch her leave. Sam shakes his head and throws Jeff the last bag.
EXT. AIRPORT - CONTINUOUS
Jeff and Sam watch her leave. Sam shakes his head and throws Jeff the last bag.
INT. JEFFS APARTMENT - NIGHT
Jeff walks into his studio apartment. Bare minimum is an understatement. One small table, a chair, a TV and a refrigerator are the highlights. Jeff throws his keys onto the small table. The undsturdy legs wobble. He heads straight for the answering machine. The red LED light reads 1. He hits the LISTEN button and the computerized voice begins
ANWSERING MACHINE
You have one new message and no saved messages. First message. Friday, April 12th, 2004.
SARAH
Jeff, it’s your mom. Your father and I need some help with a few things. We’re expecting you after work.
He presses delete and heads for the fridge. The only contents are a box of baking soda and a 2 liter bottle of Coke, half empty. He takes a swig and throws it back inside then walks out the door.
EXT. HIGHWAY - LATER
Jeff drives down the highway in his 1989 Yugo hatchback, the ugly green color has faded into rust. A thick fog all around reduces the visibility to a few feet.
INT. JEFFS CAR - CONTINUOUS
He clicks on the radio but no sound comes out. He turns it off then back on again. Still nothing. A swift kick from his right foot finally brings the radio to life.
EXT. JEFFS CAR - CONTINUOUS
A red Porsche 911, top down and blond hair flying in the wind, zooms past Jeff. The fog parts as the car screams past.
INT. MADDYS CAR - CONTINUOUS
Maddy looks ahead with a bright smile, bobbing her head to the beat of the music. Jeff, now behind her, flashes his high beams. She pays no attention and reaches for her VOICE DICTATOR. It BEEPS to life, ready to record.
MADDY (INTO DICTATOR)
Ok, have it turn out that the professor has been behind the entire thing. She confronts him... And then. Then they end up falling in love!
She throws the dictator back on the seat and picks up her cell phone.
MADDY
Daddy! I got the ending for my book! I’m on my way home.
She clicks off the phone and throws it next to the dictator. She slams on her breaks and jerks the steering wheel to the right, nearly missing her exit. Jeff continues down the highway.
INT. JEFFS CAR - CONTINUOUS
JEFF
@#%$ spoiled bitches.
The thick fog has returned. His rear view mirror is broken and slanted toward him. He glances at his reflection, and watches his lips move as he talks to himself.
JEFF
You gotta tell em. Today. Now.
He wipes some dirt from his face. Bright blue lights penetrate through the fog and illuminate the cabin. Jeff pushes the mirror up so he can see behind him. A POLICE CAR, as expected, blues flashing in the fog. He lets go of the mirror, it falls back into place, and he pulls the car to the side of the road.
EXT. JEFFS CAR - CONTINUOUS
The POLICE OFFICER exits his car, right hand on his holster, left hand carrying a huge flash light and approaches Jeff. He taps on his window with the light, then shines it in his face. Jeff points at the passenger door. The cop taps harder on the window.
JEFF (YELLING)
The door and window dont open! Go to the other side.
He tries to show this action with his hands, but the officer is unable to translate. Instead, he slams the flash light through the window. Glass lands all over Jeff.
OFFICER
License and registration
JEFF
What? You just...
OFFICER
Licence. And registration. Now.
Jeff reaches for his glove box, but before he even makes contact with the handle...
OFFICER (CONT’D)
PUT YOUR HANDS UP! NOW!
Jeffs hand goes limp and he turns around to look at the officer.
JEFF
Sir, I was just.
OFFICER
You were just putting your mother @#%$ hands UP.
Jeff tries to put his hands up, but the roof isn’t high enough.
OFFICER (CONT’D)
Don’t you mock me. Get out of the car.
JEFF
I cant get out this side.
He tries opening the door, it doesn’t budge. The officer shines the light on his face, studies him for a moment.
JEFF
I’m sorry, sir.
He gets out through the broken window, scratching his arms and legs as he goes. A few pieces of glass shatter on the ground as he exits. The Officer looks down at it then takes out a ticket book and starts writing on it.
OFFICER
This is a ticket
He rips the ticket off the pad and hands it to him
OFFICER (CONT’D)
For littering.
He smirks and turns around toward his car. Jeff puts it in his pocket then gets in the passenger door of his car.
INT. JEFFS CAR - CONTINUOUS
He climbs over the shifter into the drivers seat, puts the car in gear, and drives off.
Edited the new begining with a Gulfstream instead of a 747...
FADE IN:
EXT. O’HARE INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - DAY
The jets of GulfStream G5 whine down as it approaches a set of portable stairs. Coming at it diagonally is JEFF, 20, good looking even in his stained blue jumpsuit, driving a small baggage car. Seated to his right is SAM, 22, a bit over weight with a round face. The wind from the engines blow against them as they near. Jeff pulls up to the baggage compartment and its door slowly rises.
He immediately scans the windows of the plane, and stops on one in the front. MADDY, a beautiful 25 year old blond, sits at the window, the plaid design of her Burberry shirt visible. Shes completely lost in something. The cargo door thuds to a stop but does nothing to break Jeffs trance.
SAM
How many times do I have to tell ya, Jeff?
Jeff, startled, comes to.
JEFF
What?
SAM
Gotta stop falling in love with every girl you see on an airplane. Especially one in a private jet.
JEFF
I just wonder who they are, where they’ve been. I wasn’t falling in love. Dick.
SAM
Their never as good as you make them out to be in your head.
Sam jumps into the belly of the plane and throws a bag at Jeff who throws it into the baggage car. They continue with this process bag after bag.
JEFF
Naw, I bet she’s amazing.
SAM
Well, you’ll never know. Might as well give it up.
Jeff looks back up to the window.
INT. AIRPLANE - CONTINUOUS
Maddy is seated at the window with her tray table down, working without looking up. Ten other PASSENGERS are already up getting their bags and exiting the plane. She pays no attention.
EXT. AIRPORT - CONTINUOUS
Sam throws Jeff a Burberry bag
SAM
I bet that's hers.
Jeff catches it, giving it a once over before throwing it in among the other ones.
JEFF
@#%$ you, Sam.
He laughs and continues unloading the bags.
INT. AIRPLANE - CONTINUOUS
The last person walks past Maddy. The plane is now empty and the CAPTAIN walks up to her.
CAPTAIN
Excuse me. Maddy? We have to get the plane ready for the next flight.
Maddy looks up
MADDY
One more minute, I'm on a roll.
The Captain looks down at her laptop screen. At the top of the page, in big letters reads AGAINST THE GRAIN which serves as the title screen. She types a few more words then closes the laptop and gets up. She smiles at the Captain and walks off the plane as the credits roll.
CAPTAIN
Writers...
EXT. AIRPORT - CONTINUOUS
Jeff and Sam watch her leave. Sam shakes his head and throws Jeff the last bag.
EXT. AIRPORT - CONTINUOUS
Jeff and Sam watch her leave. Sam shakes his head and throws Jeff the last bag.
INT. JEFFS APARTMENT - NIGHT
Jeff walks into his studio apartment. Bare minimum is an understatement. One small table, a chair, a TV and a refrigerator are the highlights. Jeff throws his keys onto the small table. The undsturdy legs wobble. He heads straight for the answering machine. The red LED light reads 1. He hits the LISTEN button and the computerized voice begins
ANWSERING MACHINE
You have one new message and no saved messages. First message. Friday, April 12th, 2004.
SARAH
Jeff, it’s your mom. Your father and I need some help with a few things. We’re expecting you after work.
He presses delete and heads for the fridge. The only contents are a box of baking soda and a 2 liter bottle of Coke, half empty. He takes a swig and throws it back inside then walks out the door.
EXT. HIGHWAY - LATER
Jeff drives down the highway in his 1989 Yugo hatchback, the ugly green color has faded into rust. A thick fog all around reduces the visibility to a few feet.
INT. JEFFS CAR - CONTINUOUS
He clicks on the radio but no sound comes out. He turns it off then back on again. Still nothing. A swift kick from his right foot finally brings the radio to life.
EXT. JEFFS CAR - CONTINUOUS
A red Porsche 911, top down and blond hair flying in the wind, zooms past Jeff. The fog parts as the car screams past.
INT. MADDYS CAR - CONTINUOUS
Maddy looks ahead with a bright smile, bobbing her head to the beat of the music. Jeff, now behind her, flashes his high beams. She pays no attention and reaches for her VOICE DICTATOR. It BEEPS to life, ready to record.
MADDY (INTO DICTATOR)
Ok, have it turn out that the professor has been behind the entire thing. She confronts him... And then. Then they end up falling in love!
She throws the dictator back on the seat and picks up her cell phone.
MADDY
Daddy! I got the ending for my book! I’m on my way home.
She clicks off the phone and throws it next to the dictator. She slams on her breaks and jerks the steering wheel to the right, nearly missing her exit. Jeff continues down the highway.
INT. JEFFS CAR - CONTINUOUS
JEFF
@#%$ spoiled bitches.
The thick fog has returned. His rear view mirror is broken and slanted toward him. He glances at his reflection, and watches his lips move as he talks to himself.
JEFF
You gotta tell em. Today. Now.
He wipes some dirt from his face. Bright blue lights penetrate through the fog and illuminate the cabin. Jeff pushes the mirror up so he can see behind him. A POLICE CAR, as expected, blues flashing in the fog. He lets go of the mirror, it falls back into place, and he pulls the car to the side of the road.
EXT. JEFFS CAR - CONTINUOUS
The POLICE OFFICER exits his car, right hand on his holster, left hand carrying a huge flash light and approaches Jeff. He taps on his window with the light, then shines it in his face. Jeff points at the passenger door. The cop taps harder on the window.
JEFF (YELLING)
The door and window dont open! Go to the other side.
He tries to show this action with his hands, but the officer is unable to translate. Instead, he slams the flash light through the window. Glass lands all over Jeff.
OFFICER
License and registration
JEFF
What? You just...
OFFICER
Licence. And registration. Now.
Jeff reaches for his glove box, but before he even makes contact with the handle...
OFFICER (CONT’D)
PUT YOUR HANDS UP! NOW!
Jeffs hand goes limp and he turns around to look at the officer.
JEFF
Sir, I was just.
OFFICER
You were just putting your mother @#%$ hands UP.
Jeff tries to put his hands up, but the roof isn’t high enough.
OFFICER (CONT’D)
Don’t you mock me. Get out of the car.
JEFF
I cant get out this side.
He tries opening the door, it doesn’t budge. The officer shines the light on his face, studies him for a moment.
JEFF
I’m sorry, sir.
He gets out through the broken window, scratching his arms and legs as he goes. A few pieces of glass shatter on the ground as he exits. The Officer looks down at it then takes out a ticket book and starts writing on it.
OFFICER
This is a ticket
He rips the ticket off the pad and hands it to him
OFFICER (CONT’D)
For littering.
He smirks and turns around toward his car. Jeff puts it in his pocket then gets in the passenger door of his car.
INT. JEFFS CAR - CONTINUOUS
He climbs over the shifter into the drivers seat, puts the car in gear, and drives off.