분야
hwpwritten by
Andrew Kevin Walker
5/06/97
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INT. MIAMI AIRPORT, TERMINAL -- DAY
Amongst the weary tourist families and solitary businessmen
sits TOM WELLES, middle-aged, hair neat, suit crisp and
gray. Hes 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. Dont get
too close, dont 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... youre not supposed to
be smoking in here. Im sorry,
thats company policy...
WELLES
How about this... every cigarette I
smoke, I give you five dollars?
CAB DRIVER
Okay... okay, yeah, thatd 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. Shes 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?
They kiss, but Amy pulls away, sniffs him.
AMY
Whats this... have you been
smoking... ?
WELLES
Smoking? Im not smoking.
AMY
Your clothing reeks of it.
WELLES
You know, Amy, Ive been sitting
around in bars and everywhere
following this guy... I mean, is
this what I get first thing? Before
you even "hello," you accuse me... ?
AMY
Im not accusing you...
WELLES
Well, Im not smoking, okay?
AMY
Okay, I believe you.
WELLES
Weve been all through that. Ive
been on my best behavior.
Welles bends to the stroller, picks up his infant daughter,
CINDY, and hoists her in the air, overjoyed.
WELLES
Hello, pumpkin-head, did you miss
me? I sure missed you...
He kisses the happy child, holding her in one arm.
WELLES
Lets get my bags and get the hell
out of here.
Welles pulls Amy close and kisses her again, leads the way.
Amy follows, pushing the stroller.
AMY
Hows the detective business?
WELLES
Business was fine. Ill tell you
what, you couldnt pay me enough to
live down there.
AMY
You better not be smoking, thats
all I can say.
WELLES
Honey, Im not, please...
Amy takes Welles hand, smiling at him.
INT. WELLES HOUSE, BEDROOM -- NIGHT
Welles and Amy make love in the darkness. Standard,
missionary position sex, little passion. They slow to a
finish, uneventfully, holding each other. Their breathing
quiets. Their daughter CINDY can be HEARD CRYING elsewhere.
Welles kisses his wife a
