QUESTIONS OF FACT
EXT/INT. AIRPORT - DAY

Planes are lined up at a runway.

A plane takes off and flies toward the curtain of the sky.

INT. PLANE 

Stewardesses politely welcome the boarding passengers and assist them in finding their seats  

A stewardess serves drinks to passengers in the first class of plane.

Howard,30s, a tall, slim man stops at a seat near the rear of the plane.  He stows his bag and coat on an overhead rack and settles into his seat.  He lies back in a relaxed position and starts to doze off. 
					(a beat)
					LARGE WOMAN (O.S)
			(a loud booming voice)
		I have that seat.

Howard is jolted from his reverie by the intense, raucous voice.  He stares at a large obese woman.  Her arm points to his seat like a straight arrow.  The large woman deposits her bags on the seat next to Howard.

					HOWARD
		I think you’re mistaken, but let me look.

Howard takes out his airline tickets from his breast pocket and looks at the tickets.  He hands them to the large woman.  The large woman inspects the tickets.  She laughs loudly several times.  Howard attempts to block out the annoying laughs by holding his ears.

					LARGE WOMAN
		Well neighbor, it looks like we both 
		have the same seat.

She shows her ticket to Howard.  She beckons a steward who approaches.

					LARGE WOMAN
		We’ve been given the same seats.

					STEWARD
		Sorry about that. Let me	see your tickets 				please.				

Howard and the large woman hand him their tickets.

					STEWARD
		Thank you.  I’ll be back right away.

The Steward walks toward the front of the plane.
					
Howard and the large woman stare at each other.
					
Within minutes the Steward returns.  He returns the airplane tickets to Howard and the large woman.

					STEWARD
			(pointing to seat next to Howard)
		We’re sorry about this error.  This 
		seat’s not taken.

					LARGE WOMAN
		I’ll take it.

The Steward takes one of her bags and places it in the   
overhead rack and leaves.

The large woman settles in her chair and places the remaining bag on her lap.  The seat belts are fastened.

The plane takes off gracefully and flies toward the curtain of the sky.
					(a beat)
The seat belt lights are turned off.

Howard unbuckles his seat belt.

The large lady unbuckles her seat belt and opens her bag.

In neat rows and packed in cling wrap are an assortment of foods ranging from sandwiches, cheeses, fruits, candies and cakes.

Howard stares at her, as she starts to devour these foods with great relish.

					HOWARD
			(to Large lady)
		It’s a smooth flight.  Isn’t it?  
		I haven’t been in Chicago for some time.  
		I expect it’s changed some.

The large lady ignores Howard, but grunts loudly between the chewing and swallowing process of her food.

Howard glares at her with distaste.

A stewardess approaches with a selection of magazines.  Her name tag is Delilah.  She is strikingly beautiful with blond hair and a nubile young body.  Howard sits rapt and mesmerized in front of this angel and uniformed bundle of femininity. Delilah hands Howard a magazine.

					DELILAH
		There's some interesting articles here.

					HOWARD
		Thanks you.

Delilah smiles and walks away.

Howard casts a wistful look at Delilah as she walks down the aisle.

Howard takes out his black horn-rimmed eye glasses and starts to read the magazine.

INSERT

The title of the article is

CORPORATE GREED AND CORRUPTION

END INSERT

As Howard reads the article, he shakes his head with disdain.

					LARGE WOMAN (O.S.)
		You’re an accountant.  Aren’t you?

					HOWARD
		No, I’m not.		

					LARGE WOMAN
		Being an accountant is nothing to be
		ashamed of.  Sam, my brother-in-law
					LARGE WOMAN (cont’d)
		is an accountant.  It’s a great profession
		and he makes a lot of money.

					HOWARD
		It’s a nobile profession and I’m glad your
		brother is doing so well.  I’m sorry to 
		disappoint you, but I am not an accountant
		and never have been.

In response to Howard’s assertions, the large woman grunts, her face twisted with smirks.  

Howard’s face suddenly lights up.

Delilah IS approaching with a cart of drinks.

					HOWARD
			(glaring at the large woman)
		You’re right.  I am an accountant.

The large woman gives Howard a grunt of approval, while she devours her food.

Delilah approaches.  

					DELILAH
		What would you like to drink?

					HOWARD
		Scotch and Soda please.

Delilah pours a drink and serves it to Howard. 			
				
					HOWARD
		Thank you.  When do we land?

					DELILAH
		In about two hours.  

					HOWARD
		Chicago is your home town.  Isn’t it?

					DELILAH
		How do you know that?

					HOWARD
		Studying accents is a hobby of mine.

					DELILAH
		Remarkable!

					HOWARD 
		I’ll be in Chicago for several days and...

					DELILAH
		...Enjoy your stay.	

Delilah smiles and pushes her cart toward the next passenger.

Howard drinks his whiskey slowly. 
			(a beat)
Howard is in a deep sleep, ignoring the large lady's grunts.

					DELILAH (O.S.)
		Another drink Sir?

Howard wakes with a start.

Delilah stands in front of him with a cart.

					HOWARD
		A coffee black?

					DELILAH
		Coming right up Sir.

					HOWARD
		My name is Howard.

Delilah pours Howard a coffee.

					DELILAH
		Here you go Howard.

					HOWARD
		Thank you.  My name never sounded 
		so good.	

Delilah has a broad smile as she leaves.

Howard sips his coffee, as he stares at Delilah ambling through the aisle.
			(a beat)
Howard sits uncomfortably at the edge of his seat, as he  glares at the large lady who sleeps and snores loudly. 
			
Howard gets up and walks toward the front of the plane.
Delilah sits on a seat near the galley. She works on a laptop computer.  Howard approaches.  

				HOWARD
		Hi.  I trust that I’m not interrupting 
		something important.

				DELILAH
		I’m just finishing up right now.

Delilah punches several keys and closes her computer.

				DELILAH
		Another hour and we’ll be in the Chicago.

				HOWARD
		Do you have a layover in the city.

				DELILAH
		Just a couple of days.

				HOWARD
		Since we’ll both be in the city, join me for  
		dinner tonight.

Delilah hesitates for a moment.

				DELILAH
		Why not.  

Delilah writes on a pad.  She strips off a page and hands it to Howard.

				DELILAH
		Now don’t be late.

Delilah and Howard exchange broad smiles.  

BLACK SCREEN

A loud, off key baritone is heard singing  a song.

FADE IN

INT. APARTMENT BATHROOM - NIGHT

Howard, in a shower, ends the song on a cracked high note.
Howard turns off the shower and towels off.  He starts to lather his face with shaving cream and shaves.
			(a beat)
Howard ties his tie and dons a navy blue blazer.  He stares in the mirror and smiles. 		

EXT/INT. DELILAH’S APARTMENT

Howard, holding a bouquet of flowers, rings the door bell.  He straightens his hair and tie.

					DELILAH (O.S.)
		Who's there?

					HOWARD
		Just me, Howard.

The door whips open.  Delilah stands at the door.  She is dressed in a short tight dress, her long blond hair cascading over her smooth white shoulders.  She is a symphony of legs and curves.
  
					DELILAH
		Hi.

					HOWARD
			(mesmerized)
		You look beautiful tonight.

					DELILAH
		Well thank you.  Come in.

Howard enters.

The apartment is small, with several paintings on the wall 

PAM and BARBARA, two young women sit on a couch.  They are having some drinks.

					DELILAH
		Girls, this is Howard.

					PAM & BARBARA		
			(in unison)
		Hi.

					DELILAH
		Howard join us for a drink.
	
				HOWARD
		What are you having?

					DELILAH
		Scotch.  You want the same?

					HOWARD
		Sure.

					DELILAH
		Your wish is my command.

Delilah leaves the room.

Howard sits on a chair near Pam and Barbara.

					PAM
		Do you do much air travel?

					HOWARD
		At certain times of the year.

					BARBARA
		We’re busy all times of the year and
		yet our airline is cutting costs. 

					HOWARD
		As they say, there’s no gain in pain. 

					PAM
		It’s a very unsettling time.

					HOWARD
		I hope your situation improves.

Delilah enters and hands Howard his drink.

					DELILAH
			(raising her glass)
		Here’s to a new beginning.

The young women raise their glasses, as they stare at Howard.
					(a beat)
Delilah grabs Howard’s hand and they start to leave.

					DELILAH
			(to Pam & Barbara)
		Now be good.

					PAM
		And you be careful.

					HOWARD
		Nice meeting you.							

Howard and Delilah leave.

BLACK

Soft oriental music is played.

FADE IN

INT. ORIENTAL RESTAURANT - NIGHT

The restaurant is dimly lit, as young oriental women, dressed in oriental garbs serve their patrons.

Howard and Delilah sit at a corner table.  They drink 
an after dinner drink.

					HOWARD
		Everything here has been superb.

					DELILAH
		Am I included.

					HOWARD
		It goes without saying.

					DELILAH
		So say it.

Howard and Delilah look at each other with amorous glances.

					HOWARD
		And you are very beautiful.

					DELILAH
		You’re married.  Aren’t you?

Howard’s face is wrinkled, his romantic mood shattered.

					HOWARD(O.S.)
		Oh No! Not again.

					DELILAH
		Well?

					HOWARD
		I’m not married.  I'm an unattached
		bachelor.

					DELILAH
		If you told me the truth, I’d have more
		respect for you.  

					HOWARD
		How could you possibly tell that I’m
		married?

					DELILAH
		I’ve been working on airlines for over 
		seven years and met many men. I can 
		always spot a married one.  I’ve never 
		been wrong.

					HOWARD
		And how do you spot them?

					DELILAH
		Bachelors are impatient.  They push too fast 
		and hard.  They even proposition you before 		ou’ve had dinner.  A married man is reserved 
		and calm.  Observing you, it was as if you 
		were waiting for your wife to bring you your 
		pipe and slippers, so that you could curl up 
		in your reclining chair and read your 				newspaper.

Delilah’s voice is muffled as she heaps her evidences upon Howard.

					HOWARD
		I must say that...

					DELILAH
		...I actually prefer married men.

					HOWARD
		What?

					DELILAH
		Married men and I understand each other.
		If you were married, I’d ask you to come
		back to my apartment with me.  The girls 
		are out on flights.

Howard’s face lights up.

					HOWARD
		I am married.

EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT

David and Delilah enter a taxi.  

					DELILAH
			(to driver)
		305 86th street.

As the taxi wheels turn, Delilah pounces on  Howard, smothering him with long passionate kisses.  Howard is taken aback by the attack.  He pulls away and starts to gasp for breath.  

					DELILAH
		What?

					HOWARD
		WOW!.. I’m okay.

Delilah pounces on him once again and smothers him with long kisses.

The taxi driver has an amusing smile, as the taxi arrives at the apartment house.

Howard and Delilah emerge from the taxi.  Howard pays the taxi driver.  He appears as if he has been wrung through some large wringers.

Howard and Delilah enter 

THE APARTMENT 

					DELILAH
		We don’t want anything.  Do we?

					HOWARD
		Whatever.

INT. BEDROOM

Delilah and Howard start to peel off their clothes.  Delilah helps untie Howard’s entangled tie.

Howard and Delilah’s bodies are closely pressed together as they fall into a large bed.

Delilah kisses Howard’s body from head to toe.  There are several variations of exotic positions.  Delila swirls Howard around and is on top of him.  She heaves in ecstatic sighs. Howard and Delilah climax together and fall back in bed in an exhausted state.

INT. APARTMENT - MORNING

The sunlight streams through the window curtains.
Howard is dressed.  He stares at Delilah in bed.  She is in a deep sleep.  He smiles, gently brushes his palm against Delilah’s soft hair and leaves.

EXT. APARTMENT HOUSE - MORNING

Howard leaves the apartment house and walks up the street.

People walk hurriedly in all directions.

Shops are opening.

Sanitation trucks collect garbage.

Newspaper trucks deliver newspapers to news stands.

The End

EXT. GREENWICH VILLAGE - DAY

Cars and buses lumber along the narrow streets.

People browse at curbside pushcarts, laden with various wares.  

Howard, carrying a bouquet of flowers, crosses a street.
He comes to a brownstone and climbs the stairs.
He rings the bell. He waits a few more seconds and rings again.

The door whips open.  Standing at  the door is Madge, a tall, well poised young woman.  She is immaculately dressed in a hi-fashioned dress.

					MADGE
		You’re late.

					HOWARD
		Traffic was heavy.

Howard hands Madge the flowers.

					MADGE
		That’s very sweet of you Howard.

She places the flowers in a vase.

					MADGE
		We’ve still got time to buy Julia’s 	
		gift for the  engagement party.

					HOWARD
		I just bought this new suit.  What 
		do you think?

Madge takes one of the flowers out of the vase and inserts it in Howard’s lapel.					

					MADGE 
		Now, That’s much better.

INT. BLOOMINGTON’S DEP’T STORE - DAY

Huge throngs of shoppers in all sizes and shape blanket the large store. 

INT. LINGERIE DEPATMENT

Madge and Howard walk through the department.  

Madge is exhilarated as she examines various styles of sheer lingerie.

					HOWARD			
		I’m going to walk around for a while.
		I’ll see you later.

					MADGE
		Don’t get lost now.

Howard leaves.			

Howard gets off an elevator and walks on to 

THE SPORTSWEAR DEPARTMENT 

Howard stands for a moment and scans the area. Men and women browse and shop with great delight and vigor.
Howard walks slowly and is stopped by a little old lady.

					OLD LADY
		Would you tell me where the furniture 
		department is?

					HOWARD (V.O.
		It’s happening again.

					HOWARD
			(to old woman)
		I’m sorry, but I don’t work here.

The woman stares at Howard, her face twisted with a scowl.  She starts to walk away.

					OLD LADY
		Huh! The help these days!

Howard shakes his head.

Howard walks on and comes to 

THE COSMETIC DEPARTMENT

Sales women show off assorted beautifying creams to their absorbed customers.
 
AS Howard walks in the cosmetic department, a tall young woman with a spray gun confronts him. The woman sprays the liquid on his head.

					WOMAN WITH SPRAY GUN
		It’s French cologne. Try it you’ll
		love it.

					HOWARD
		No thanks.

Howard takes out a Kleenex and attempts to wipe away the cologne excesses from his suit.

He continues his walk and reaches 

THE POTS AND PANS DEPARTMENT

As he stands, admiring the variety of stainless steel pots, pans and microwaves, he feels a slight pat on his shoulder.

Two young men, dressed in T-shirts and chinos stand in front of him.

					FIRST YOUNG MAN
		Would you tell us where the sports 				
          department is...

		... I don’t work...

					SECOND YOUNG MAN
		...You help us and we’ll make it 
		worth your while.

					HOWARD
			(loudly)
		I’m trying to tell you that I don’t 
		work here.  

				FIRST YOUNG MAN
		If you don’t like the work, why do 
		you do it?

					HOWARD
		You don’t understand.  Oh! never mind.			

					SECOND YOUNG MAN
		Oh Yeah!  You don’t deal with blue collar
		workers.  Do you?	

The young men walk away, their faces wrinkled with bitter disappointment.

Howard trudges along and comes to 

THE DISCOUNT DEPARTMENT.

In a battle over a variety of discount clothes, several women are successful in pulling away some garments from others. They hastily place them in their shopping carts and wearily walk away.  

One of the successful women approach Howard.

					SUCCESSFUL WOMAN
		Would you tell me where the other department 				discounts are?

					HOWARD (V.O)
		I just can’t disappoint them.

The woman waits patiently, as Howard contemplates what his	reply will be.

					HOWARD
		The seventh floor rear.  Men and women's
		clothes.

The woman hurriedly walks away with her cart.

A large line of women suddenly form in front of Howard.

Howard has a wide smile, as he points and sends them in different directions.

					HOWARD (V.O.)
		Where, how, or why is of no importance.
		My goal is kindness to my fellow man.
			(a beat)
Howard walks on and enters 

THE MEN’S SUITS DEPARTMENT

Several men of all sizes and shapes share full length mirrors, as they examine suits that they have chosen from floor racks.

Howard enters and scans the area. 

A man wearing one of the suits approaches Howard.

					MAN WEARING SUIT
		You’re the fitter?

					HOWARD
		I’m not the fitter.

Howard walks on and is confronted by another man.

					SECOND MAN 						Ah! The fitter!					 

					HOWARD
		I’m sorry.  I’m not. 

The man walks away.  He is confronted by several other men.

					SECOND MAN 
			(to other men)
		Maybe you’ll have better luck than I’ve had.

The men eagerly approach Howard.

					THIRD MAN
		We’ve been here for so long waiting to 
		be fitted. Please...

Howard’s wide smile lights up his face, as he starts chalking up one of the men’s suit with the white thin soap he finds in his hand. 

The End