91 I/E. HOTEL WHITNEY/VALET AREA - MINNEAPOLIS - 1996 - MORNING 91 Lipsky and David, unsmiling, emerge from the hotel with their bags. Patty greets them with a cheery smile.
PATTY:
Good morning! And how are we this morning?
David climbs into the backseat.
LIPSKY:
I think I’ll ride up front.
David looks a little surprised but says nothing.
PATTY:
Oh. Okay. Here, let me get my junk out of the way... 64.
She makes room for Lipsky who gets into the passenger seat.
Patty continues yammering but Lipsky tunes her out. The car pulls away.
92 INT. AIRPLANE - 1996 - DAY 92 Mid-flight. David, his beaten-up Robert Heinlein paperback on his lap, sleeps soundly with his lips slightly parted and his bandanna’d head leaning against the window. Lipsky studies his sunlit face with new objectivity.
93 EXT. O'HARE AIRPORT/LONG TERM PARKING - CHICAGO - 1996 - DUSK93 A fresh layer of snow covers every car in the lot, making them indistinguishable from one another. David and Lipsky walk through the rows of cars, David carrying his knapsack.
They continue to walk up and down the rows of cars looking for the Grand Am. Lipsky repeatedly clicks his key hoping to have the car announce itself with blinking headlights.
Lipsky clicks the key and locates the car. Finally. They throw their bags in the trunk and start to get in.
LIPSKY:
What.
DAVID:
You didn’t think to write down where we parked the car?
Lipsky is cold, feeling vulnerable, fighting tears.
LIPSKY:
No. I didn’t, okay? Sorry! I f***ed up. I’m a f***-up. Not everyone can be as brilliant as you.
DAVID:
What is with you?
LIPSKY:
What the f*** is with you?
They get into the car.
94 INT. CAR/OUTSKIRTS - CHICAGO - 1996 - DAY 94 They ride in silence. Lipsky, at the wheel, collects his thoughts before speaking his mind. This is a more assertive Lipsky than we’ve seen before.
65.
LIPSKY:
I gotta say... There’s something basically false about your approach here.
