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What over 14 years exp looks like

EXT MAIN STREET HOTEL

LS VIEW OF GIRL FALLING FROM ROSSLYN HOTEL, CIRCA MID-1990s

POV OF GIRL AS SHE FALLS

HEAR CRASH ONTO A CAR

CUT TO : BLACK

INT BISTRO

NANA, brunette, 26-years old, SITS AT A TABLE, clearly waiting for someone

A girl arrives, blonde, frazzled, throws her bag on the table.

NANA

Frankie, how are you?

FRANKIE

Depressed, but I’m not to blame.

NANA

I think we’re all to blame. (pauses) Or, at least responsible.

FRANKIE

Well, in this case, it’s Robert’s fault.

NANA

Oh really? What happened, now?

FRANKIE

I caught him red-handed.

A WAITER ARRIVES, TAKES THEIR ORDER

NANA

Pino grigio, thank you.

FRANKIE

Sangria, please.

NANA

And…? It really depends on where, what and when, doesn’t it?

FRANKIE

Leaving my apartment. Her hair was messy, shirt barely tucked in — not like her at all — and he had the after-fuck look on his face plus that awful gift he has of appearing absolutely innocent. It’s more than just a poker face. It’s borderline sociopathic.

NANA

Then, you should be glad to be rid of him.

FRANKIE

You know it doesn’t work that way. 

NANA

It’s like an addiction, a bad one, with no support group, other than girlfriends who are more fucked-up than you are, giving you questionable advice and even-more-suspect understanding. Except me, of course. I am truly empathetic.

WINE ARRIVES, INTERRUPTING FRANKIE’S OPEN-MOUTH RESPONSE. SHE VISIBLY RECONSIDERS, AND, INSTEAD OF SPEAKING, TAKES AN AMPLE SWIG OF HER DRINK, TURNS TO THE WAITER.

FRANKIE

I’m gonna need another in about 5 minutes, thanks.

(awkward silence as they drink and look around the room, observing a happy couple, about to put change in the in-booth jukebox)

 

JUKEBOX FROM NEARBY TABLE PLAYS: WILD HORSES

FRANKIE

Ironic.

NANA

Well, what are you going to do? Did you confront him yet?

FRANKIE

Nothing,  yet. I can’t afford to move out. He pays 2/3 of the rent, and when I can’t make it, he doesn’t push. So, I’m stuck. Just like he’s my pimp or something.

NANA

Well, something’s gotta come through, soon enough.

FRANKIE

Oh, Nana, you know, pipe dreams are no escape. 

 

 

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