INT. AIRPLANE
Two Days Later

Fade in to the sky, and pull back until the view is inside the plane. Gavri sits in the window seat, next to Calliophie by the aisle. A stewardess approaches them, holding a stack of card-paper menus. She hands one to each of them.

Attendant
Please raise your hand and wait quietly when you're ready to order.

She walks further up, and says the same to the next pair, and the next. Gavriel and Calliophie examine their options.

Callie
I can't believe I'm stuck back here with you while everyone else is in first class.

Gavri
I can't believe they serve full-course meals on airplanes. What if there's a bump?

Callie
Don't order soup, I guess.

Calliophie pauses. She looks at Gavri, and taps the air with her index finger, hand partially-closed. That, 'actually...?', gesture.

Callie
(Sarcastically helpful.) You know what? I know you have a disability, let me order for you.

Callie raises her hand again, but Gavri pulls it down.

Gavri
(Irritated.) What disability?

Callie
(Deadpan.) The one where you're socially retarded.

Gavri
(Offended.) Well, maybe I've gotten over it.

Callie
(Wry.) You still seem handicapped to me.

Callie raises her hand again, but Gavri taps it. Callie sighs and lowers it.

Callie
(Annoyed.) What?

Gavri
I don't eat beef. Or pork, chicken, or seafood. Like, lobster and shrimp.

Callie
What does that leave?

Gavri raises his hand, and the attendant joins them. He clears his throat and tilts his head back a bit.

Gavri
(Clean-spoken.) I'll get smoked salmon, toast with tomato and no butter, white wine, a vegetarian salad, and an ice cream sundae for dessert. No peanuts please, I'm allergic.

The attendant writes that down, which takes her a few seconds. Gavri looks at Callie, who's not convinced.

Attendant
Great. And for your girlfriend?

Gavri
She's not-

Callie
Ginger beef on rice, garlic bread, vegetable soup, and red wine. A sundae for dessert, with peanuts.

Attendant
(Jotting it down.) Great! I will bring your food when it's ready, and then we'll ask you to bring your seats forward and put your trays down.

The attendant leaves.

Callie
No seafood, that's Jewish, right? Is that what you are?

Gavri
Partially! My parents were Romani, but my grandfather is Muslim, too. My grandmother was Jewish.

Callie
And what are YOU?

Gavri
Pescatarian.

Callie
Is that anything like a Protestant?

Gavri is silent, then decides to pull her leg.

Gavri
(Still-faced, but smiling.) You could say that. We share a belief in Ichthys, the sacred fish.

Callie
(Musing on it.) Sounds pretty out-there to me.

Gavri
(Grinning.) Yeah, it's far-out.

Gavri tries not to laugh, but fails.

Callie
(Unimpressed.) Oh, you're just being an asshole. Got it.

Gavri
(Still laughing.) Yeah, I was.

Gavrial goes back to looking out the window. The view of him travels out the window, and cuts to a wide shot of the plane, flying through the sky.

EXT. AIRPORT, STAR BAY, HAWAII – EVENING

Fade to much later, at the destination. Palm trees line the beach, and a picturesque sunset hangs over the crystal-blue ocean. A soft breeze rustles and lifts long, flat leaves. The plane lands on the runway, smooth.

Fade to inside a bus, where Hertz, Harley, Turp, Gavri, and Callie step onboard, luggage in tow. They find empty seats at the back, and the driver restarts the engine before driving off. Instead of joining Gavri's group, we instead pan over to a medium shot of one of the Hawaiian locals at the front of the bus. Mele Kaleo sits next to her father, Akamu, carrying little more than a purse. She's dressed in her black-and-white Catholic school uniform, while her father sports an open blue Hawaiian button-up and shorts. Both have sandals, though.

Akamu
More tourists. (Huff.) You believe that?

Mele
As long as they brought their money, right?

Akamu
They don't shop at our stores, or stay at our hotels. They go to the damn American places, every time. I wouldn't mind exchanging currency if I ever saw it.

Mele
You mean they don't shop at YOUR store. So what? Everyone here does.

Akamu
Everyone here is broke. And it's OUR store, remember that. It's all we have left from our ancestors.

Mele
(Raising an eyebrow.) You mean grandpa?

Akamu
(Pointing.) Hey, my dad was the chief of this village. Now it's a "town", and I'm fighting that White Wacko for business.

Sitting behind them is Allan, wearing pretty much the same thing as Akamu, except his sunset-orange button-up is closed. He leans on the back of Mele & Akamu's back-rest.

Allan
You tell 'em, Uncle.

Mele
And then you tell them again, and again, and again...

Akamu
Thanks, "Allan." Haha!

Allan
Laugh all you want, an actor needs an English name.

Mele
I thought you were an activist.

Allan
I'm an actorvist, thank you very much. I can do two things.

Akamu
I liked 'Aoloa' better. Are you two still sleeping together, Mele?

Mele
(Embarrassed.) Dad!!

Allan
(Teasing Mele.) Nah, she's too embarrassed to be seen with me now that we know we're blood cousins. Dunno why she cares, even the missionaries don't.

Akamu
Mele, almost everyone here is cousins. Why you gotta make Aoloa sad?

Allan
Allan!

Akamu
(Mimicking.) "AAUGH-LANN". Haha.

Mele
(Letting her bangs cover her eyes.) Maybe I have bigger things in my future than working at the store and watching Allan buy bigger pants every time he eats a roast pig to himself.

Allan
(Licking his lips.) Mmm. Delicious.

REEL OVERLAP: INT. CONVENIENCE STORE

As Mele's eyes are covered, a white sheet background appears behind her, with a projection of her fears displayed onto it in thin, bluish light. It's one film being played onto another. Only Mele's head remains in view, blocking a small part of the bottom of the projection. In it, Mele is at her dad's store, now an elder, with white hair down to her knees, wearing a green apron. Allan wanders through the store, now a literal giant potbellied pig wearing denim jeans. He oinks softly as he tracks mud on the floor, and a hundred-year-old Akamu shouts in garbled words at Mele to clean it up. Then the sheet is pulled back up.

REEL RETURN

Akamu
Speaking of, I've got you on every day this month, weekends too.

Mele
(Looking down.) Actually, I might not be available.

Akamu
For which shift?

Mele
(Perking back up.) All of them! I've got an interview at the Astor Foundation.

Akamu
You're gonna work for the White Wacko? My nemesis?!

Mele
Who built the bridge over the flooded river last year?

Allan
The Astor Foundation.

Mele
Who tested the wells for sulfur so we didn't have to drink toxic water?

Allan
(Counting two on-hand.) The Astor Foundation.

Mele
And who paved all the roads in town when our politicians didn't have the budget?

Allan
(Counting three.) Astor Fou.

Akamu
(Throwing his hands up.) That wasn't for us, that was for the military and for businessmen! So they could drive around and honk at us just walking!

Mele
(Shrugging.) It's still progress.

Akamu
(Arms crossed, looking out the window.) My own daughter. The betrayal!

Allan
So what, are you gonna be his receptionist? Do I get to prank call you at work?

Mele
Better: I'm gonna be a scientist.

Akamu
A scientist? What do we need one of those for? We already have a volcano, and it's not full of baking soda. Unless HE got to it already, then maybe it is.

Mele
Science is what I'm good at, and this is the only job for me on this whole island. Probably all of Hawaii!

Akamu
But I GAVE you a job.

Mele
Allan can take my shifts. Right?

Allan
Actually, I am still looking for work, so that would be... amazing. For me. Not a lot of places hiring locals around here.

Akamu
(Sighing.) Yeah, whatever.

Allan
(To Mele.) Anyway, I'm proud of you, ya brainiac. How bout a kiss? For luck.

Mele
(Satisfied.) No thanks, I'm already feeling lucky.

Mele sinks softly into her seat, with a slight smile. Allan crosses his arms and sinks into his. Akamu is still staring out the window. Allan sighs, and kicks Mele's seat.

Mele
(Without looking.) Cut it out.

Allan grins, satisfied.