143. Plastic Dreams - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• INT. DEPARTMENT STORE - DAY


• HARRY walks through the perfume section of the department store, scanning the wares.


• He looks up, and sees a DARK-HAIRED WOMAN in the women's clothing section.


• He freezes, takes a long look, and turns pale.


• He carefully maneuvers towards the clothing section, using aisles that circumvent her line of sight.


• He comes up behind her.


• HARRY
• Excuse me. Excuse me.


• She ignores him.


• He takes a deep breathe and moves around her until he is facing her


• HARRY
• I know this sounds crazy, but you're my dream girl. I mean, oh, that sounds all wrong out loud. No, wait, don't go. I mean, I've had these dreams since I was a kid, and there was always this woman running through them, daring me to catch her. It was you. I knew you were real. I'm madly in love with you.


• She freezes.


• He grabs her hand.


• A SECURITY GUARD sees what is happening from a distance and begins approaching.


• HARRY
• Wow, cold hands! But no cold feet, right? Heh, heh. Right, I shouldn't talk so much, I have a problem with my mental filter. But please you have to believe me, we are right for each other. Why else would you be in my head. Was I in your dreams?


• The security guard grabs Harry.


• Harry struggles for a moment, refusing to let go of the woman.


• HARRY
• Sir! Please unhand the mannequin!


• Harry stops, really staring into the woman's face for the first time, then scurries away from the bemused guard and the now ruffled display model.


• FADE TO BLACK.