Night Creatures
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INT. HELICOPTER

Jett climbs into the front seat as Rob buckles himself into the back.  Max shuts his door and straps himself in.  Max assists Jett with her seat harness and smiles deviously.

                                                            MAX
                              I hope you don't get airsick.  It's going to be a rough ride.

EXT. HELICOPTER -- DAY

The helicopter lifts off and maneuvers swiftly across the airfield.

INT. HELICOPTER

Both Jett and Rob appear a little nauseous.  Max hums a lively tune while skillfully flying.

                                                            MAX
                              Must be something very important to go through all this trouble--
                                                            (smiles)
                              And hostility.

                                                            ROB
                              (appears pale)
                              It's an important business account.  I need to get out to the ship to fix some mistakes.

                                                            MAX
                              Must be worth quite a bit of money to risk one's life on a day like today--and
                              to fly with a pilot like me.
                                                            (tiny smile)
                              I'm considered to be an aggressive pilot.  High risk.

Rob shuts his eyes and puts his head back.  He appears even more ill.

                                                            ROB
                              Oh--how long until we get there?

                                                            MAX
                              About an hour.  Relax.  Enjoy the ride.
                                                            (looks outside)
                              Look at the size of those storm clouds.  We're in for one hell of a storm.

Max looks at Jett and smiles.  She attempts to smile back.

                                                            MAX
                              We haven't been properly introduced.  I'm Max--just Max will do. 
                              I hate formalities and titles.

                                                            JETT
                              Jett--and the ill man in the back is my boss, Rob Stiller, President of
                              Avec, Incorporated.

                                                            MAX
                              Isn't that a drug company?

                                                            ROB
                                                            (sick)
                              Yes--

                                                            MAX
                              There's a little bag back there.  Use it if you must woof woof.
                                                            (to Jett/frowns)
                              I hate the smell of vomit.

Jett appears more nauseous herself.

                                                            MAX
                              So--what do you do for Mr. President?

                                                            JETT
                                                            (holds her stomach)
                              I'm his personal assistant--at least I think I still am.

                                                            MAX
                              Why?  Because of that little scene at the airport?  He can't fire you for that. 
                              There are laws against it.
                                                            (nods to some candy)
                              Have a peppermint.  It'll calm your stomach.

Jett uncertainly removes a candy from the bag on the seat.

                                                            JETT
                              Thank you.

                                                            MAX
                                                            (to Rob)
                              You still with us, Rob?

                                                            ROB
                                                            (moans)
                              Yeah--don't talk to me.

                                                            MAX
                              Sorry--but you insisted on going along.  I did warn you.

Rob grumbles something but doesn't open his eyes.
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