JUST WINGING IT ©2019 – Rom-Com Adventure Feature-length Screenplay

A Bel-Aire socialite facing divorce is forced to get a job and becomes a flight attendant only to get based in Alaska where she falls for a local bush pilot until her husband shows up, determined to win her back.

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Angela emerges triumphant, a large scrapbook riding her hip like a small child. She settles onto the bed and PLOPS it between them.
Vanessa glances at it despite herself, curious.

ANGELA
California is a community property state.
You may well be entitled to half.

She TAPS the book.

ANGELA (CON’T)
But if your attorney’s right?
You don’t have years to sit around waiting
while they battle it out.

Angela FLIPS it open to reveal–
INSERT photos of a vibrant young stewardess posing with crew members. The smile is unmistakable.

VANESSA
You?

ANGELA
I only did it for a few years.
Private is the only way to go.

VANESSA
Why are you showing me this?

ANGELA
It opened a whole world of possibilities.
It could do the same for you.

VANESSA
You mean– Work?

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INT. AIRLINE TRAINING ROOM – DAY

Barbara stands with Pam in front of the class.

BARBARA
Because of the unique terrain we fly into,
Jet Set Airways brings in experts to help
teach certain class sections. Today we have
the privilege of welcoming a native bush
pilot from Alaska and one of the finest
survival guides in the Arctic.

Paul shoots Vanessa an impish grin.

PAUL
Bush pilot? He sounds promising.

BARBARA
Please give a warm welcome to
our guest trainer–

The back of a well-built man, slightly familiar, as he strides toward the front of the class.

BARBARA
Jon Ruskin.

Jon turns and his smile cuts a swath of return smiles from the female trainees like a warm knife through butter.

PAUL
Yummy.

Vanessa regards Jon with disbelief. She moves her chair, trying to disappear from his line of sight. The metal chair leg CLANGS against the metal table leg–
Everyone looks. Jon’s grin widens.

Darla glances from Vanessa back to Jon, a flicker of jealousy on her face.

JON
Thank you, Barbara. I’ll try not
to bore you with too many arctic
adventures. Just enough so you know
what you’re getting yourself into.

The lights dim and a slide illuminates, depicting a JET SET airplane the size of a hummingbird against massive snow-capped mountains.

JON
Jet Set has worked in
conjunction with several vendors
to develop arctic survival gear for
flight attendants.

THE SLIDE CLICKS revealing–
The cheery face of a flight attendant in quilted head-to-toe navy. Vanessa regards it with horror. She leans over to Paul.

VANESSA
Arctic? Aren’t we going to be
doing Los Angeles routes?

PAUL
As far as I know.

VANESSA
I’d rather freeze to death than
wear that walking sleeping bag.

INT. JET SET AIRWAYS BREAK ROOM – DAY

WATER TRICKLES into a paper cup.
Vanessa pulls the cup away from a water cooler. She turns and nearly collides with Jon, causing water to slosh over the side of the cup. WATER SPLATTERS ON THE FLOOR.

JON
We meet again.

Vanessa deliberately side-steps him, angling toward a table with a napkin holder.

JON
Forget me so soon?
I’m crushed.

She sets the water down on the table, grabs a few napkins from the holder and returns to the scene of the accident.

VANESSA
Just practicing my own
survival techniques.

JON
I see.

VANESSA
What you see, is a woman who
was ambushed in the most inappropriate
manner by a professional who should know
better. You might have had the common
decency to introduce yourself last night.

JON
A professional? Please.
You give me far too much credit.

Jon grabs the napkins out of her hands and bends down to clean the spill. He does so quickly and deftly.

JON
I’m going to do you a favor and
set you straight.

Jon stands up and rolls the wet napkin papers into a ball.

JON
Every few months we get a class
of new hires primarily comprised of
attractive women like yourself and a few guys.
And those guys are likely to be more interested
in me than you. For the pilot group–

He takes aim and sinks the napkin ball in the trash, then looks Vanessa squarely in the eye.

JON
–It’s like shooting fish in a barrel.
So forgive me if somewhere along the way,
I’ve forgotten my common decency.

Vanessa returns his gaze with one of cold steel.

VANESSA
Thanks for the warning.

She strides past him toward the door. Jon is somewhat intrigued she’s immune to his roguish charm.

JON
Someone did a number on you.

Vanessa spins on her heel.

VANESSA
Funny. I was just thinking the
same thing about you.

JON
So, you are thinking about me.

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