26. Primal Whatever - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• EXT. FERRIS WHEEL - DAY


• ANDY sits in a ferris wheel car, his feet dangling from underneath the railing. SARAH sits next to him, her arms folded on the bar, the loose sleeves of her blouse engulfing her hands.


• SARAH
• Looking forward to the concert tonight?


• ANDY
• I am; I’m fairly giddy about it actually.
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• SARAH
• You know, as much as I might love a band, it’s scary to be part of something that is just three padded cells shy of being a mob. The robot-like behavior, the screaming...I have a hard time letting myself go at concerts.


• ANDY
• Well stop that, let go!
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• SARAH
• I was hoping for perhaps a more insightful comment.


• ANDY
• You need to learn how to embrace your primal whatever.
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• SARAH
• What, now?


• ANDY
• Your primal whatever...the, you know what, nevermind...you need to just chill.
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• SARAH
• I’m still intrigued by your “primal whatever” thing. What exactly do you mean?


• Andy beats his chest and grunts.


• SARAH
• Profound.


• Andy shrugs.


• ANDY
• One of these days you’ll let go and it’ll fill you with joy and...


• SARAH
• Whatever, dude; I just have a hard time being part of a mindless, celebrity-consuming mob.


• ANDY
• Think of it as a hive-mind.


• SARAH
• Difference?


• ANDY
• Eh...hive minds tend to be more productive...?


• SARAH
• Helpful.


• Andy and Sarah slide from their chairs. They walk down into the fairground.


• ANDY
• Just...let...go.


• Sarah punches him.


• Andy rubs his arm, grinning.


• ANDY
• Good, feed the primal whatever.


• SARAH
• Oh, go screw...


• ANDY
• Yes, yes! Feed it!


• Sarah rolls her eyes and walks towards a dusty tent advertising contortionists from upper Mongolia.


• Andy trails after her, still rubbing his arm, a lop-sided grin on his face.
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• FADE TO BLACK.