- FADE IN:
- INT. PIRELLI’S - NIGHT
- NICK sits in a restaurant at the center of a long table packed with young people talking and laughing.
- He sits, isolated from everyone else, silent.
- NICK
- Welcome to the jungle, where nothing is quite as it...
- BEN
- What?
- BEN turns towards him, shifting in his chair.
- He readjusts his blazer..
- BEN
- You’ve been pretty quiet tonight, what’s up?
- Nick shrugs.
- BEN
- Fine.
- Ben turns back to his conversation.
- Nick stares gloomily at his plate and pushes his gnocchi around the plate, leaving trails of creamy white sauce.
- Ben turns back towards him.
- BEN
- Cheer up! If people notice, you’re going to ruin the mood.
- NICK
- They’re not going to notice.
- BEN
- Sure they will.
- He looks around, a bit unsure.
- NICK
- You need to stop throwing me birthday parties...it’s nothing to celebrate.
- He gets up, and pushes his chair in.
- Ben watches him leave, then turns back to the table. The conversation carries on loudly; no one has noticed Nick’s departure.
- FADE TO BLACK.
as it...
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