64. Jam - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• EXT. SANTA MONICA BLVD - DAY


• A mass of cars sit, packed tight for miles in the city's clogged arteries.


• INT. HONDA CIVIC - DAY


• ABNER sits drumming his fingers against the steering wheel.


• He runs a hand through his thick black hair and patiently studies the road.


• JAMIE sits staring through the passenger window with glazed eyes at the congestion.


• She absently fiddles with the edge of her dusty-green skirt, plucking at strands of fiber transferred to the skirt from her sweater.


• Abner turns and watches the cars across the median whizzing by, gazing at them with pursed lips.


• Jamie glances over at him, then quickly glances back to the window before he notices.


• She turns to steal another glance...and meets his eyes.


• ABNER
• What?


• JAMIE
• Nothing...


• ABNER
• Look, I'm sorry you're late, it's not my fault there's this much traffic.


• The cars inch forward.


• JAMIE
• We could have left earlier.


• ABNER
• I had to get ready.


• JAMIE
• You were preening for a whole hour. Preening!


• The cars inch forward again.


• Abner doesn't respond, but stares back at his window.


• He fiddles with his wedding ring.


• The traffic begins to flow and Abner hits the gas speeding up.


• Jamie looks over at him, her lips curling nastily.


• As the car passes through an intersection, a hummer comes from nowhere and slams into them.


• Their bodies are flung around like rag dolls, and Jamie lands in Abner's lap in an ironic embrace, his frustration locked into place, her sneer frozen forever on her face.


• FADE TO BLACK.