2. Coopy - Leslie

FADE IN:

EXT. RESTAURANT PARKING LOT - NIGHT
A bright blue Mini Cooper pulls into the parking lot and begins searching the rows for a free space.

INT. MINI COOPER - NIGHT
SAM clutches the steering wheel, a distracted look on his face. He is a striking young man, a strong jaw, caramel skin, and his hair a mass of soft curls.

BRIA sits beside him, looking out the window disapprovingly. She is dressed in an elegant turtleneck and raw denim jeans. Her glasses complement her face well and her hair is styled in ringlets that fall in front of her face.

BRIA
You should have left the insurance information.

SAM
It was a tiny scratch! They’ll be fine... Look at Coopy...
she’s all banged up...a lot worse than their ugly old car.

BRIA
Anyone tell you that you regress to
a toddler when it comes to this car?
A large, testosterone-addled toddler.

SAM
I don’t have the money to fix her right now...
oh, and it looks so painful.

He stares mournfully into his SIDE MIRROR - a large gash is visible.

Bria rolls her eyes.

BRIA
It was completely your fault, if you hadn’t been
so OCD about getting “perfectly aligned” in that parking space...
”Coopy” would have been just peachy.

SAM
They parked badly...besides, perfect alignment is important.

BRIA
Speaking of parking...will you just find a place and pull in?
Let’s go in and have a nice dinner and we can worry about the car later.

SAM
Fine.

He pulls into a parking space and begins inspecting how straight the car is.

BRIA
Don’t you dare! Forget your alignment. I’m hungry.

Sam ignores her and strokes the steering wheel.

BRIA
You sure do know how to make a girl feel special.

Sam slowly opens his door and gets out of the car. Bria waits for him to come over and open her door, but he is oblivious...he inspects the car for a long moment, looking mournfully at the gash, then heads towards the restaurant.

BRIA
Oh goodness.

She grabs her jacket from the seat, opens her door and walks out of the car.

BRIA
Sam, give me the keys.

Sam tightens his fists petulantly.

BRIA
Look, it’s just a car.

SAM
It’s Coopy!

Bria sighs.

She walks over to car, picks up a large stone from the restaurant garden.

She takes off her jacket and wraps it around the stone, then with a heave swings the weight against the Mini Cooper’s window.

Sam shrieks.

The jacket-covered rock slams into the window sending spider-web cracks across the glass.

She swings again.

Sam runs towards her.

The glass shatters.

SAM
What? What...Why?

Bria places the rock back in the garden, dusts off her jacket and puts it on.

BRIA
I’m making a statement. Call it watered-down performance art.

SAM
But...

BRIA
Give me the keys Sam. Give them...
from now on, I’m driving my car...
and no calling it those idiotic names.

SAM
But...

BRIA
The keys Sam.

He pulls them slowly out of his pocket.

She takes them, then links arms with him and pats his cheek.

BRIA
Let’s go have dinner.

FADE TO BLACK.