- FADE IN
- EXT CAR-NIGHT
- Two men in a black sedan sit parked away from a house, peering through the windows with binoculars.
- Davier
- Do you think he's told him yet?
- Zan
- I doubt it. They wouldn't be holed up in their bedrooom. They'd be on the phone calling everyone.
- Davier looks down at the console to a small screen. On the top of the led display the word: conversation stands above a straight red line.
- Davier
- Yup, not a peep.
- INT. BEDROOM-NIGHT
- Jake sits on the edge of his bed, in his small bedroom playing the game Halo 3 on his Playstation 3. The room is cloudy with pot smoke. Graham lies on a black, aluminum futon reading a book.
- The quarters are so crammped wires from the control pad dangle above Graham's feet every so often. He looks up from his book and sighs.
- Jake takes a bite of cereal from a bowl next to him on the bed. A blue dragon bong stands next to the bowl.
- JAKE
- Sure you don't want to play? This game's boring by yourself.
- Graham shakes his head and flips open his novel. Someone is tapping on the door. A few seconds later Jake's mother enters with a tray of steaming chicken and mashed potatoes. She wears curlers in her gray hair, and appears much older than she is, based on Jake's age. She wears a light blue shawl.
- MRS. P.
- Jake...I made you guys dinner.
- Jake sets down the controller and stands, taking the tray from his mother. Graham closes the book and sets it down, helping Jake with the tray.
- GRAHAM
- Thanks, Mrs. P, your the greatest.
- Jake chows down, shoveling the mashed potatoes in his mouth. Graham slowly eats.
- Mrs. P stands at the door.
- JAKE
- Everything okay mom?
- Mrs. P. slowly sits down next to Jake on the bed.
- MRS P.
- Oh dear. You've grown up so fast.
- JAKE
- What's wrong mom?
- Mr. P. sighs. She touches the bong.
- MRS. P.
- I'm just worried about you. I know, I'm old and out of the times. But this whole android thing. I rememeber when computers were just computers. And now this?
- MRS. P (CONT'D)
- I don't think it's just my age talking. Something's not right about this. Why do you have to date a robot? That Glen says one word and the whole group jumps. Whatever he says.
- Mrs. P shakes her head.
- JAKE
- It'll be okay mom.
- MRS. P.
- Whatever happened to that cute girl down at the movie theater? And what about Carrie?
- Graham slowly turns his head, down and away in discomfort.
- GRAHAM
- She's getting married next month. And she's not leaving the apartment anytime soon.
- JAKE
- I promise nothing is gonna happen. We'll be all right. I'm gonna return it anyway before the trial expires.
- Mrs. P. places her hand on Jake's shoulder, using him as a balance to stand up. She leaves the room.
- MRS. P.
- Well you know best. And I'm sorry Graham, you know you're welcome to stay as long as you need.
- The phone rings. Jake and Graham continue eating. Mrs. P walks in with a cordless. She holds the phone out.
- MRS. P.
- It's Chassie.
- Jake takes the phone.
- JAKE
- Hey. What's up? Umm, okay. I guess. This better be important.
- Jake holds the phone to his chest, staring at Mrs. P. She finally gets the hint and leaves.
- JAKE
- Chassie's freaking out. She sounds all doped up. She wants us to meet her at Spoon's.
- GRAHAM
- Good, I'm getting cabin fever in here anyway.
- Jake and Graham throw on some clothes.
- EXT. CAR-NIGHT
- Davier and Zan watch the led display, an equalizer's red and green lines flutter across the screen.
- CHASSIE (phone tap speaker)
- Yeah, we really need to talk.
- JAKE
- What's up?
- CHASSIE
- Just meet us at Spoon's. I'll explain everything.
- JAKE
- Umm okay. I guess. This better be important.
- Davier flips a switch on the screen. He closes the screen cover.
- Zan
- Welp, time to go.
- Davier holds a cell phone ot his ear.
- DAVIER
- Agent Davier. Yup, they're heading to Spoon's later. I'm not sure. Is that so? We'll head there now.
- DAVIER
- We need to head to Solutions. I guess he's going to show her.
- Zan nods and starts the engine. They drive off.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
54. Perfect Date act 2 sc2-Eric
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