Flight 93

Fade in:

Afternoon in the town square, marble statue of an Indian man, prospectors and settlers!.
Blake Armanne, early thirties, intense, always gay, very handsome, with deep blue eyes and trimmed moustach. He is working with the parking meter, trying to get it to take a quarter. Dressed in tight 501's and leather gloves he waves at a guy friend.

He reaches the suite he rented and sits down to read the daily paper, the SF Monitor.

He removes his clothes except his Jockey shorts and puts on slippers and a white cotton robe, bought at Macys. Holding another glass of Italian wine in his right hand. He calls his dog over.

Mitzy, barks into his ears and then jumps on the floor and puts down it's head beside his dish.

BLAKE: Mitzy my dear, dear Mitzy come here and eat your dinner.
(phone rings) Hello? Mitzy jumps to his lap. VICKI: It's me Vicki, im going to Catalina this weekend, wanna go? BLAKE: Wish I could but I have this chance to test drive a Harley Davidson at their showroom in town. I don't know if the showroom will let me try it if I don't show them a motorcycle license first. VICKI: Just forget about it. Let's just eat someplace where they have good Italian pizzas!

BLAKE: OK, what about tomorrow night? VICKI: Until tomorrow then! BLAKE: I'll be there around 8:00 pm CUT TO:
Blakes office laptop at Starbucks

Telephone drops call, Blake exits through sliding doors with his ipod and gym bag. Blake walks by the boats at a pier 48 the bells from the boats clang loudly (music soft Rolling Stone Goatshead Soup as Rollings Stones perfoming at the ballpark) He crosses the srteet, looks at his cell phone tries again to get through to cable becuse it went off again. BLAKE: I wish Verizon had television service! Dogs trying to keep up, his leash too tight, dog yelps! He then drops the ipod, dog runs off, he looks down the street because he is lost.

Cut to:
Hours later in a gay bar, eating ravioli and having a glass of red wine. White Ferrari moves up to the sidewalk cafe table. Gary from London, behind the wheel, smiles and winks his left eye. Blake: It's been awhile where have you been? Gary: Can we'll talk tonight? Please!

Gary: Sit here beside me and let me look at you.

You look handsome as ever honey. I am so happy to be here with you. Blake: Kiss me you fool! Gary: Save it.

Spotlight on horizon.

Suddenly the car accelerates.

Over the bridge to Marin.

Blake: Fianlly rain. Next Morning in bed.

Gary: Can I see you again? Blake:For sure call me later.

He reaches to get the jacket that Gary has picked up for him.

Goodbye love, keep your chin up!

Cut to
Harry's place, Valet climbs into BMW, drives to garage. Inside restaurant. White violins playing, a lilting song.

Low lit.fireplace, shadows of the moon, widescreen tv, bar and outside patio grill. Three friends at table on stage left

Blake enters from left side. Dressed in basketball shorts, no shirt but silver necklace.

Other end of the table Gary. Slightly smarter and more out of the closet.
Blake leans over and kisses Gary who is dressed in a dark blue Polo suit with white silk shirt and light blue scarf, pink rose in his jacket's pocket. Blake hands George a drink then kisses him again.
Both take their seats, George holds out the chair for Blake. Waiter comes in looks around and is taking orders, looking at Blake.

Blake says he saw Don Rickles on Jay Leno last night and thought Don Rickles would be good playing Winston Churchill in a dramatic role.

Blake: Did you hear about the new immigration policy taking hold in the U.S.? Gary: If you ask me about securing our borders, one way would be to purchse one Any ticket for travel you must provide your passport now. Blake: Have google monitor the borders with google earth Cut to street with coffee at starbucks. Gary: What can you even say about the bridge? Does this mean that overpasses are a thing of the past? Blake: If they only last 50 years, where are the tax dollars spent? (TO BE CONTINUED) Thank you...Please check back!