- FADE IN
- INT. APT-NIGHT
- Glen paces the kitchen, haphazardly putting away dishes. A few plastic bowls and cups tumble out of the cabinet to the floor.
- Chassie sits on a sofa in the living room, looking at her nails. She finally stops and looks toward Glen.
- CHASSIE
- Will you stop putting dishes away at me and tell me what the hell's going on already?
- Glen stops putting away dishes and rests his hands on the sink counter. He looks at the wall above the sink.
- GLEN
- Jesus. I don't even know how to say it.
- Glen walks into the living room and hands Chassie the prescription bottle.
- Chassie chuckles.
- CHASSIE
- Wow, this is going to be good.
- Glen continues standing in front of her, impatiently waiting for her to take the pills. She empties a few pills into her hand and takes them. She hands Glen the bottle.
- He walks back to the kitchen.
- CHASSIE
- Hey, if you're coming out of the closet I'm gonna need a few more of those. It's okay Glen. No one believed your macho act anyway.
- Glen turns around.
- GLEN
- This isn't funny Chass. This is some really serious shit.
- CHASSIE
- What's going on? Tell me. You know how I work, just give it to me straight.
- GLEN
- Sigh Okay...but this is nuts.
- GLEN (CONT'D)
- All right. What would you say if I told you, you were the last real woman on earth, and I was the only man. The rest, the entire population are robots and they don't even know it. And the human race depends on us to continue it.
- Chassie is stunned, her mouth slowly drops for a few seconds. It lifts into a smile.
- CHASSIE
- I'd say, who gave you those pills and how the hell can we get more?
- GLEN
- I knew this wasn't going to work.
- CHASSIE
- No something's working. I think they just kicked in.
- Chassie rises from the sofa. She smiles and looks at her hands, turning the palms up and down.
- Glen sighs. Chassie looks at him.
- CHASSIE
- I've heard a lot of pick-up lines from guys with dyke fetishes, but. Heh, you're really raising the bar Glen.
- GLEN
- Real funny. I'm dead serious here. Solutions hired me as an agent to look for any remaining people. The dating thing is just a front.
- Chassie grimaces. She leans her shoulders and head back slightly from Glen . She grabs her purse from the sofa and slings it over her shoulder. She walks to the door.
- CHASSIE
- You're really creeping me out. Call me when the pills wear off.
- GLEN
- Wait!
- Chassie stands at the door, and turns around.
- GLEN
- What if I told you I can prove it?
Thursday, February 21, 2008
53. Perfect Date act 2-Eric
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