Madden Mischief

Alternate titles: Helicoptic Love, Hearts on Helicopters. Treatment for Helicopter Love Story: WGAE_CERTofREG_#1375515

By Tom Madden

Act 1, Scene 1

The beautiful blonde Marilyn Marconi at first glance resembles Marilyn Monroe how she looked at the tail end of her illustrious movie career, still beautiful but a tiny bit aged, then doing scenes with a much older Clark Gable, The Misfits 1961.

She’s sun tanning out on her balcony on the 24^th floor overlooking the ocean in balmy Boca Raton when suddenly a helicopter swoops in loudly overhead. 

Looking up, she squints into the sun to see it’s one of those U.S. Customs, Border Protection patrol helicopters apparently searching along the shoreline for illegal immigrants and drug traffickers. 

Appreciating their service, she looks up and gives a friendly wave.

The Helicopter crew, George and Fred, just happen to catch sight of her with the sunshine sparkling off her glistening curly blonde hair.  It made the pilot, George, feel an urge to loop around and catch that delicious wave again, but they were on a mission and had to keep going, wondering who was that babe on the balcony?

Below, Marilyn had finished eating her oatmeal with all the dried fruit, nuts and nuggets of dark chocolate her late husband David loved so much, then took her final sips of coffee as the helicopter faded in the distance.  

Scene 2

Next Morning, Same Balcony

Marilyn is eating breakfast again at her favorite restaurant, her balcony, where she loved to hang out with David long after they had finished their breakfasts or lunches together that she loved to make for him.

(helicopter noise)

Then she hears that noise again of a helicopter approaching.  It gets louder as she looks up and sees once again the same color helicopter as the morning before.  This time she waves excitedly remembering how much David, a veteran U.S. Army helicopter pilot himself, loved to see helicopters and jets fly by, especially if they were military . . . on a mission.    

Inside helicopter, Pilot George turns to Fred and says “Look, there’s that same blonde on the balcony waving.”

“You’re right,” Fred responds.

And both are now smiling as they fly toward their destination to investigate where a boat full of apparently illegal immigrants, probably Cubans or Venezuelans, was spotted heading for the shoreline undoubtedly where smugglers plan to deposit them in the U.S. illegally somewhere between Miami Beach and Fort Lauderdale. 

Scene 3  

Following Morning Aboard Helicopter

Approaching that same oceanfront condo again, George can’t help looking to the west for that balcony from which that alluring blonde beauty in the bikini had waved to them the past couple of days as they flew on patrol by Boca Raton.

“There she is again, Fred.  I got to take a closer look.  I want to see this chick.”

“Okay, but remember, you can’t get too close, or you’ll have balconies full of nervous condo people thinking we’ve come to rescue someone,” said Fred.

“Don’t worry, just a quick in and out.”

(Helicopter flies in toward the towering beachfront condo, The Chalfonte, and hovers right alongside Marilyn’s balcony, where she’s standing in breathtaking amazement barely holding onto her coffee as George quickly scribbles on a piece of paper, hands it to Fred who holds it up against glass encompassing the cockpit)

“What’s your name?” the note asks the pretty blonde on the balcony)

(Excited, Marilyn rushes inside her apartment to snatch a pen and pad on which she scribbles “Marilyn Imperial, 2402” then emerges to show to the nosiest, but friendliest, sweetest helicopter she’s ever encountered beside her balcony).

(George and Fred both smile, salute her like soldiers who had won a battle for her heart, then wave goodbye as they fly off on their mission of the day, for which undoubtedly this will surely be the absolute unforgettable highlight, and won’t be the last time they’ll experience the sheer delights of a . . . helicopter romance)

(Don’t miss Act 2 tomorrow . . . a Happy Landing)