INT. HELICOPTER - SAME TIME
NORMAN GOODMAN, 50s, a day's growth of beard and eyes sandy
with sleep, wakes up. Adjusts his steel-framed glasses.
Unballs the tweed jacket he's been using as a pillow. He's
nearly sitting in the lap of the PILOT, 30s, a tightly wound
military type, as they zoom across the waves.
PILOT
Good sleep?
NORMAN
Not bad. So, where are we?
PILOT
Where'd they bring you in from?
NORMAN
San Diego. Left yesterday.
PILOT
So you came Honolulu-Guam-Pago-here?
NORMAN
Yeah.
PILOT
Long trip. What kind of work do you do,
sir?
NORMAN
I'm a psychologist.
PILOT
A shrink, huh? Why not. They've called
in just about everything else.
NORMAN
How do you mean?
PILOT
We've been ferrying people out of Guam
for the last two days. Physicists,
biologists, mathematicians, you name it.
Everybody being flown to the middle of
nowhere in the Pacific Ocean.
NORMAN
What's going on?
