- FADE IN:
- INT. THE PORPOISE AND THE BEE BOOKSHOP - DAY
- REGGIE sits in one of the large, dark blue chairs scattered in between the tall shelves of the bookstore.
- He is enmeshed in a large winter jacket, and unruly tufts of hair poke out from underneath his knit cap.
- His feet rest comfortable on a small duffel bag at his feet.
- The screenplay for Kevin Smith's "Clerks" lies open on his lap. He stares down at it, intent on the words.
- AMY steps down from one of the rolling ladders near Reggie.
- Her rows of bracelets click as she lets go of the last rung.
- She touches the pendant hanging around her neck, and readjusts the kerchief around her head, which is doing a decent job keeping her unruly curls in place.
- She readjusts her name tag and stops, stealing a glance at Reggie's book.
- Reggie looks up from his reading.
- REGGIE
- Hey Ames.
- AMY
- What's up Reg?
- REGGIE
- Not a whole lot, just trying to wrap my head around Clerks.
- AMY
- Oh yeah? Still trying eh? Good luck.
- REGGIE
- Thanks. Hey, I have a somewhat random question.
- AMY
- Yeah?
- REGGIE
- If you had just a few minutes to live, what would you do? I mean, how'd you spend it?
- AMY
- Ah, one of those questions. Gun to my head? Pun intended. Hmmm. I think...I think I'd find someone to have a good conversation with...and then have it of course.
- REGGIE
- Well, why don't we do that now?
- AMY
- What, do you know something I don't? You're not psychic are you?
- REGGIE
- No, no.
- She sits in the empty chair next to him.
- AMY
- Ok then.
- She looks around, the store is filling up but the other workers seem to have it under control.
- REGGIE
- So what do you mean by a good conversation?
- AMY
- It depends...in this case, in "my last conversation on earth," I don't want deep. Don't get me wrong, I love going really deep, philosophizing, but these will be the last thing I say. I want to embrace the simple, remember good moments.
- REGGIE
- A good moment? Like?
- AMY
- I think, well, there's this moment. Wow, I haven't thought of this in years, it's one of those things that just disappears, and then pops up, one day, today.
- REGGIE
- Those are good moments.
- REGGIE
- Yeah. I was seven, and I was running through a field with this kid. I don't remember his name. How do people writing memoirs manage to remember the names of people they knew when they were three? No clue. But yeah, no name, but I can remember his face. He had this beautiful bronze skin, and curls, tumbling down all over the place. I thought he was gorgeous. And we went chasing after these butterflies, these wonderful blue and gold butterflies, and as I was running with him, I remember thinking that this is what it must be to be in love. Makes me wish I could go back there.
- Reggie studies her face.
- She looks up, shy.
- AMY
- Thank you.
- REGGIE
- I'm sorry.
- AMY
- What? Why?
- Reggie looks at his watch. It's 4:30. The store has gotten crowded.
- He looks at her, and she continues to stare at him, waiting.
- He opens his jacket, and pulls out a controller hooked to cables that run into the jacket and around his chest.
- He nods to her and presses the button at the top of the controller.
- There is a pause, and then a deafening explosion.
- FADE TO BLACK.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
69. Dialog - Leslie
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