113. Growing Old - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD SIDEWALK - DAY


• DIANA and BEN walk slowly down the sidewalk looking around at the variety of houses in the neighborhood.


• DIANA
• We should do this more often.


• BEN
• Yeah, I like just wandering through random places. Oh, look at that one, I'd love to live there.


• He points to a small, neat bungalow tucked behind several trees.


• DIANA
• Not bad. I like that one.


• She points to a boxy, more modern house with a large yard and massive picture window.


• BEN
• I could deal with that, yeah.


• He sneaks a look at her and smiles.


• They pass a house with a large porch.


• An OLD COUPLE sits together looking out over the street, holding hands.


• BEN
• Oh, that's exactly where I want to be when I'm that old.


• DIANA
• Really? God...


• BEN
• What?


• DIANA
• You're one of those romantics.


• BEN
• Well, you've known me for long enough.


• DIANA
• It's so stupid, seriously, the whole thing. "Oh I want to grow old with someone." I want to be comfortable, independent, and certainly not tied down do some old geezer.


• Ben steps back a bit, hurt.


• Diana doesn't notice.


• BEN
• Hey, you shouldn't ever close the door on the possibility that you might want to grow old with someone one day.


• DIANA
• Uh, yeah, I can. Consider that door slammed.


• She keeps walking forward and he pauses, thoughts flitting across his face.


• He watches her as she keeps walking.


• DIANA
• You coming?


• Ben looks up, and pauses.


• BEN
• Yeah, I'm coming.


• He shakes his head, his face returning to normal, his eyes still distant.


• FADE TO BLACK.