8 Millimeter

eight millimeter written by Andrew Kevin Walker 5/06/97 first INT.MIAMI AIRPORT, TERMINAL -- DAY Amongst the weary tourist families and solitary businessmen sits TOM WELLES, middle-aged, hair neat, suit crisp and gray.He's 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.Don't get too close, don't 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... you're not supposed to be smoking in here.I'm sorry, that's company policy... WELLES How about this... every cigarette I smoke, I give you five dollars? CAB DRIVER Okay... okay, yeah, that'd be good... EXT.