Perspective.

FOOLS ON YOU

[APRIL 1ST, CHICAGO O'HARE AIRPORT]

A car approaches from a far distance.

Pulls up to a rather quiet lobby, It's the VIP class, The big bucks only entrance.

That's why it's empty.

Chauffeur to open the door.

And from the car...

BILL
"Here's your tip."

A hundred dollars for the chauffeur.

CHAUFFEUR
"Very well, Sir."

Bill walks in the airport, All packed with his jacket and suitcase, With a pair of sunglasses on his top left pocket.

[CHECK-IN]

BILL
"Here to check in."

CHECK-IN
"Pleasure to have you here again, Sir."

Bill nodded.

BILL
"Cheers."

Bill then walks away from the check-in, Onto the...

[LOUNGE]

BILL
"Here to see Ryan Lee."

COUNTER
"Ah, He's at table six, Mr.Wallace."

BILL
"Thanks."

COUNTER
"Always a pleasure to have you here as a customer, Sir."

Bill smiled, Nodded, and walked in.

Table six.

BILL
"Ryan."

Ryan, Shocked at the arrival of Bill, Still chomping on his Du Fromage.

RYAN
"Woah! Billy boy, How'd you get here so fast?"

BILL
"Well, I never run late for money."

RYAN
"I'm having Du Fromage."

BILL
"I can see that. It's omelette, I'm not French."

RYAN
"C'mon, Sit down. Money lover."

BILL
"Hey, It's my name."

RYAN
"Bill? Oh, BILL. Goddamn you, Always using that same old joke, It's starting to piss me off, Don't make me break this champagne glass on ya head, Shithead."

He chuckled.

A waitress approached.

WAITRESS
"What can i get for you, Mr.Wallace?"

BILL
"The usual."

WAITRESS
"Right away, Sir."

RYAN
"What's the usual?"