12. Mitosis - Leslie

FADE IN:

INT. HONDA CIVIC - TWILIGHT

SCOTT sits in the passenger’s seat of the car looking sullenly through the windshield. He wears worn jeans and a ripped hoodie with a large peeling peace symbol emblazoned on the front.
Tiny Tibetan prayer flags, bells, and other random objects dangle from the rear-view mirror.

ANNA plays randomly with them in and the bells chime loudly in the silence.

Her hair is tucked into a knit cap and she peers at Scott through her square-framed glasses.

ANNA
Look, cheer up, there’ll be other women after me.

SCOTT
It won’t be the same.

ANNA
That’s sweet of you to say, but you’ll find out sooner or later that it’s quite untrue.

SCOTT
Whatever.

ANNA
Darling, you’ve got to quit thinking I’m the last Coke in the desert.

SCOTT
Well if you’re not, where’s the vending machine?

ANNA
That sounds fairly chauvinist.

SCOTT
Well I guess that’s all I am to...

ANNA
Oh stop. You’re better than this.
Sulking isn’t your good suit.
In fact, it fits pretty badly.

SCOTT
Well you just dumped me, how do expect me to react?

ANNA
With some dignity. I’m sad too, but you know this wasn’t right.

SCOTT
No I don’t.

ANNA
It’s like when cells divide. It looks painful and agonizing
...it’s got to be...they’re ripping apart...I’m sure if they could feel,
they’d be screaming out of their tiny little organelles.
But the point is, in the end, they're stronger for it.

SCOTT
Umm...not really, they’re exactly the same...
just happen to be two of them...clones.

ANNA
Exactly strength in numbers.

SCOTT
And how exactly is our breaking up giving us strength in numbers?

ANNA
Oh.

SCOTT
You and your crappy analogies.

ANNA
Look I tried.

He turns and stares out of the side window.

She puts a hand on his shoulder and he shrugs it off.

She sighs, and looks out the window for a long moment, then begins playing with the bells again.

FADE TO BLACK.