39. Pilgrim - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• INT. TUX SHOP - DAY


• RON turns around, trying to get a feel for the tux he is wearing while attempting to continue to look into the large mirror in front of him.


• He sighs and looks over at MARK, his best man.


• And old man with a large staff walks past the shops window looking vaguely prophetic.


• RON
• You know something odd? I met a guy a few years ago who traveled all around LA on foot.


• MARK
• Seriously? Why...could he not afford a car...or even, I mean...there's a bus system?


• RON
• Nah man, I don't think it was anything like that...I mean, he may have had the money, but it was about the act itself...he wasn't doing it out of necessity; he was doing it because he wanted to.


• MARK
• Wow, like a strange kind of pilgrimage.


• RON
• Yeah, exactly...I dunno, do you think we're missing that today? I think we have an innate need for Journey, capital 'J'...but we don't do it much.


• MARK
• Yeah? How do you feel about that?


• RON
• Profoundly unprepared.


• MARK
• Welcome.


• They both chuckle.


• Ron finishes inspecting the tux, and nods.


• RON
• I like this one.


• MARK
• Maybe this is your pilgrimage...


• Ron's face softens.


• RON
• Perhaps...at least I'm taking it with someone.


• MARK
• And what a someone to take it with.


• RON
• Tell me about it. Let's get out of here.


• They step away from the mirror and head to the front of the store.


• FADE TO BLACK.