133. Threes - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• INT. GYM - DAY


• ERIK and JORDAN stand by a set of free weights by the gym window.


• Erik slides onto a nearby bench and begins doing a set of curls, head cocked as he stares admiringly at his biceps.


• Jordan is glued to the window watching the ebb and flow of pedestrians.


• JORDAN
• I need a woman.


• ERIK
• I'll get right on that.


• JORDAN
• I'm serious. But she's gotta be a ten...I mean, I might settle for a nine, but she's gotta make up for that missing point somehow.


• He leers at Erik.


• ERIK
• So what constitutes a ten in your mind?


• ALANNA, who is working out nearby, tilts her head to listen closer.


• Jordan holds up his hand.


• JORDAN
• One, she's got to...you know what? Better I just show you.


• Erik finishes his set and comes to the window.


• He points to a woman.


• JORDAN
• Ehhh, five.


• ERIK
• How about that one there?


• JORDAN
• Ooh, nice, could be an eight but she walks all wrong. Six.


• A woman walks past with a seductive gait.


• ERIK
• There's a seven.


• JORDAN
• Hmm, yeah, seven.


• ERIK
• Ok, I see what you're going for. Nice taste.


• JORDAN
• Thanks.


• Alanna turns to them.


• ALANNA
• Ehem.


• The guys twist towards her, surprised and gape; she's beautiful.


• She looks them up and down, then looks straight at them.


• ALANNA
• Three.


• She turns on her heel and walks off.


• The guys stand shocked, watching her exit.


• FADE TO BLACK.