INT. DAY — AIRPLANE, ECONOMY CLASS
Three business workers are flying from Toronto to New York for a business trip. From left to right seated is, Tom (short for Tommison), Whitney, and an overweight Rob four years away from retirement. Unfortunately, Rob has a suppressed fear of flying and is having a difficult time getting comfortable on the flight. Whitney and Tom begin to notice his struggles.
(leaning over, practically spilling into the aisle and stretching his hand towards the flight attendant)
Could I get a scotch on the rocks?
Tom punches Rob in the shoulder.
Whaddya, an alcoholic? It’s barely noon Robby. Slow your horses.
Whitney, who is stuck in between the two men, rolls her eyes and pushes Tom’s arm away.
Flying makes me jittery. Scotch is nerve numbing.
Really? You… scared of flying?
Don’t go twisting my words, I said jittery. This isn’t scary, Patricia screaming at me cause I forgot to pick up the eggs is scary.
You seem a little nervous man, your eyebrows are tearing up.
There is no air in this goddamn plane.
Rob leans into the aisle again.
(yelling down plane)
Can we turn on the AC in here?
Whitney is shaking her head in disappointment.
Sorry, sir, you can adjust the fans just above your seat.
Oh… great. Good.
Rob struggles to properly reach the fans as his seatbelt is tightened very securely around his waist.
You know, it would be easier to just take off your seatbelt.
Oh nuh uh, this ain’t coming off my waist until we are safely on the ground.
Rob continues to struggle with the fans.
Soooo you fly often, huh?
(ignoring Tom and mumbling to himself)
Stupid, friggin… fans…
Rob gives up and relaxes back into his seat.
Whitney reaches up and increases air from fan for Rob.
There we go.
Rob is silent and puts his headphones in.
Now that’s over, could we just go over the last few minutes of the presentation?
(calling over the flight attendant)
Yeah, could we get another three scotches over here please?