INT. AIRPLANE – DAY
A well to do OLDER MAN in his fifties sits in the aisle seat. The seats next to him are empty. He is balding with a nice white linen shirt and gold watch.
A YOUNGER MAN approaches the older man's row. The younger man wears a gray hooded sweatshirt and jeans. He carries a backpack over one shoulder. He stops next to the older man.
The younger man checks his boarding pass and the seat identifier above the older man's row.
Sorry, but I'm 15E.
The older man doesn't look up at him.
The younger man checks his ticket again.
I'm sorry it says 15E.
The older man looks up at him for the first time. He is very stern.
My seat is 15D. I paid extra.
The younger man shakes his head.
Oh, I'm sure you're right. There must be a
misunderstanding. I meant my seat is 15E.
The older man just stares at him. The younger man smiles sheepishly.
The seat next to you. Can I get through?
The older man nods. He gets up. The younger man puts his backpack in the overhead compartment and slides into seat 15E. He sits down. The older man returns to his seat.
They sit in silence for a moment. The younger man reaches forward and grabs a Skymall magazine from the seat compartment. He flips through it.
I don't believe in divine appointments.
The younger man looks up surprised.
Divine appointment, you know. Meetings between two
people that have a purpose. A purpose greater than
the two people realize? Like just because we are
sitting next to each other, we are fated to some
All right. That's fine. I...
I'm just saying that up front, because typically
these types of conversations go down that road. You
ask me what job I have and I tell you that I'm a
private investor and that I'm worth roughly 5
million dollars. Then what typically happens
next is you tell me you are an entrepreneur who has
been looking for an angel investor ever since you
came up with the idea for a Carpal Tunnel Wrist
Brace that has a wrist watch built in it, or the
lightest pair of shoes in the world because they
are made of a bunch of socks sewn together. You
will get real excited telling me about your idea
and assume that since we are sitting in 15D and 15E
respectively that we were meant to meet and that I
will give you money for your worthless idea.
As the younger man goes to respond, the WOMAN FLIGHT ATTENDANT pushes the refreshment cart up next to them. The older man turns to her.
I'll have a Vodka Soda and the complimentary
pretzels or peanuts or whatever you have.
(TO THE YOUNGER MAN)
And for you, sir?
Ginger Ale, please.
She turns to get the refreshments. Older man turns back to the younger man.
You wouldn't believe how many flight attendants
have asked me to fund their movie, their hair
salon, their “next best thing”. They are all just
doing this until they get their life's dream off
(Whispering to the younger man)
I don't let them even ask me questions. Questions
lead to answers. Answers lead to stories. Stories
lead to questions. Questions about money.
The younger man just nods. She turns and hands the younger man his ginger ale.
She gives the older man his mixed drink and peanuts.
That will be $7.00 for the drink.
He hands her a five and two ones. The younger man takes a sip of juice as the attendant leaves them. The older man rips open the peanut package and dumps them in his mouth. He chews them and attempts to swallow.
Suddenly he lunges back into his chair, CHOKING ON THE PEANUTS. The younger man turns him sideways in his seat, puts his arms around the older man's mid section, and begins giving him abdominal thrusts.
The man spits up the peanuts all over and breathes hard. He looks at the younger man, who is grabbing his ginger ale for another sip.
I don't believe in divine appointments either.