88. Stories - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• EXT. TOP LEVEL OF PARKING GARAGE - NIGHT


• JEREMY sighs as he walks slowly around the parking structure, inspecting the cars absently as his feet pull him around his beat on pure muscle memory.


• He readjusts his uniform as he walks, and pulls his cap off to feel the breeze. It reads "Eagle Securities," below a badly-designed screeching at intruders, real and imagined.


• He doesn't notice ANDREA at first, her dark jeans blending into the night.


• She sits on the railing, her shoulder-length hair blowing in the breeze as she looks over the street far below.


• Jeremy does a double-take.


• JEREMY
• Hey, Lady! You can't be there.


• He is alert again, walking briskly towards her.


• JEREMY
• Lady, I'm sorry, you're going to have to leave. It's too late for you to be here.


• Andrea doesn't turn.


• ANDREA
• Do you see the stories?


• JEREMY
• Lady...


• ANDREA
• Come here, look...all the stories.


• Jeremy stops beside her and looks down, flinching at the height.


• Andrea is pointing to the lights of the streets below and the flow of color that traces traffic as it races through the city.


• JEREMY
• Lady, look, you're trespassing.


• ANDREA
• Listen to the stories. Look...see that one?


• Jeremy looks despite himself.


• She is pointing to a man walking a dog; he disappears and reappears as he passes under streetlights.


• ANDREA
• He just found out he won the lottery, it's a nice chunk of cash, but a week ago he found out that his cancer is back, eating away at his body faster and faster every day, he has a month at most to live. So he's walking his dog, trying to figure out what to do. What to do with the money, what to do with the month.


• JEREMY
• That's nice, Lady, but you have to go.


• She turns, and smiles gently at Jeremy, and he sees her face for the first time.


• Hair spills down her face, earrings peeking shyly from behind the strands.


• He is captivated.


• ANDREA
• Andrea, call me Andrea. Sit.


• She pats the railing next to her, and he hesitates, then sits.


• ANDREA
• There, see?


• A police car sits at a corner.


• Jeremy nods.


• ANDREA
• That's Officer Markham. He just finished his last cup of coffee. He promised himself he'd cut back on the caffeine. So he got himself a soy pumpkin spice latte with a shot of caramel, and he's just savoring it. When his partner, Officer Povic asks what he got, he'll say "Black, like always."


• Jeremy is caught up in the words.


• He sees a young woman walking slowly, a smile on her face.


• JEREMY
• What about her?


• ANDREA
• What about her?


• He pauses.


• JEREMY
• That's Amy Reid, she's had a pretty bad day. Her boss threatened to fire her, and she knows it was her fault, and she's never had a better job. She found out her overdraft was a lot larger than she had thought, and her mother just really doesn't understand why she's still pursuing this writing nonsense. But two minutes ago, she got a call from Harpers. Her first article got published.


• Andrea grins at him.


• ANDREA
• Do you hear them?


• JEREMY
• Yeah.


• They stare at the street.


• Jeremy points.


• JEREMY
• That's Mark.


• FADE TO BLACK.