174. Silent Conversation - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• INT. SUBWAY TRAIN - NIGHT


• ARLEN walks between the rows of empty chairs and finds a seat across from AMY.


• He sits down sighing, closing his eyes and rubbing them wearily.


• He hears a loud shudder and opens his eyes.


• Amy sits with her back against the arm of a chair, her shoulder against the train window, crying.


• ARLEN
• Hey, you ok?


• She doesn't move.


• ARLEN
• Hello?


• She doesn't move.


• He walks cautiously over.


• She feels the footfalls and turns.


• He stops halfway as she turns.


• ARLEN
• Are you ok?


• She shakes her head and signs.


• AMY (SIGNING)
• I have a hard time reading lips, can you sign?


• He waves his hands awkwardly.


• ARLEN
• I don't understand. Um...are..you..ok?


• She understands and shakes her head, no.


• Arlen points to the seat next to her.


• She nods.


• He sits down and looks over at her.


• She nods and points to herself, then stops.


• She grabs her messenger bag and pulls out her water bottle.


• She opens the cap and pours the water on the floor, then points to herself.


• Arlen opens his mouth to speak, then stops.


• She looks through her pack then pulls a notebook out and pulls a piece of paper from the pack and crumples it, then points to her chest.


• Arlen nods.


• ARLEN
• I think I get it. I'm sorry.


• She watches his lips carefully and nods.


• AMY (SIGNING)
• Thank you.


• Then she repeats slowly.


• AMY
• Thank you.


• They ride together in silence, her face turned as she stares through the glass at the darkness racing by and he studies the stained plastic seats across from him.


• FADE TO BLACK.