57. Perfect Date act2 scn4-Eric

• FADE IN


• EXT. SPOON'S DINER-NIGHT


• Glen steers the hover car in a parking space under a flashing red neon sign that reads: Spoon's. They look behind them.


• GLEN
• No one followed us did they?


• CHASSIE
• No, we're clear.


• Glen sighs softly.


• CHASSIE
• Look. I need you to tell me everything you know about this...company, the whole thing. And what are we going to do about that...thing?


• Chassie points to the back seat at Christine's corpse, blood has soaked through the seats.


• GLEN
• I'll take care of that. And don't worry, no more secrets. And if it helps, I'm sorry.


• Glen manages a slight smile of reassurance. Chassie places a friendly hand on Glen's shoulder and manages a soft smile.


• Graham and jake pull up next to Glen and Chassie in the white Crown Victoria. Jake stubs out a joint, they all exit the vehicles and walk into Spoon's together.


• INT. SPOON'S DINER-NIGHT


• Jake and Graham find seats in a crowded part of the diner, which is alive with activity. The diner is decorated simply: A red carpet and wood tables. Black and white photos of several actors and singers hang on the light blue wall.


• Glen looks at Graham and Jake, and shakes his head. He nods towards the empty back of the diner. Jake and Graham quickly move to a table under a black and white Katherine Hepburn photo.


• Chassie follows them to the back, while Glen orders at the front counter. Then he catches up with the others.


• GRAHAM
• So...I've got work tommorow.


• Graham looks down at his watch.


• GLEN
• That's the least of your worries.


• A worried look floods Jake's face. He chews his nails.


• CHASSIE
• Well...


• Glen sighs softly.


• GLEN
• Maybe we should have met at the park instead.


• Chassie turns to him, waiting for him to continue.


• GRAHAM
• Well we're here. Spit it out already.


• Glen leans across the table and whispers. Graham and jake lean forward too.


• GLEN
• What if I said...what if I told you, reality as you know it is completely false?"
  
• GRAHAM
• What? Like the Matrix?


• Jake and Graham turn to each other and chuckle. Glen doesn't laugh along; he continues looking at them. Their grins fade.


• GLEN
• I'm not joking.


• GRAHAM
• What are you saying Glen?


• CHASSIE
• Just give it to them straight Glen.


• GLEN
• The whole world, including you, are androids. And hardly anyone knows it. Chass and I are the only humans left.


• Jake yelps loud. The bustle of noise dies down as the patrons turn in their seats toward the group.


• GRAHAM
• Wow, you been taking some of Chass's pills?


• Glen shakes his head and frowns. The patrons turn back to eating, the bustle of noise is alive again. Chassie leans forward over the table.


• CHASSIE
• He's not joking. This isn't a joke.


• Graham chuckles, Jake continues biting his nails. He looks like a scared deer.


• Glen places the Cd on the table.


• GLEN
• I can prove it. Let's go back to my place.


• Graham's face slowly contorts into a dubious look of half doubt, half belief.


• A waitress approaches their table with a tray. She sets plates of food down: scrambled eggs, hash browns, bacon and milk and orange juice.


• GRAHAM
• My lap top's in the car, I'll go get it. Nice April Fool's joke.


• Graham leaves the table and heads for the exit. As his hand touches the door the Crown Vistoria goes up in flames.


• Jake screams, the patrons grunt and yell in hysteria. They leave their seats and stare out of the window. Some grab cell phones, others run out of the building.


• Glen and Chassie look at each other in frightened confusion, with mouths agape.
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