TERRY is slumped on his couch, stocking feet on a rough wood cable spool that serves as a coffee table.  From the TV (in the foreground), we hear, "Don't die, Blondie, I'll get you water. Stay there. Don't move, I'll get you water. Don't die until later..."  He examines LISA's card; then flips the card on the table.  Then, he leans forward and starts to put on his shoes.

CUT

EXT.  THE PARK ON CARROLL AVE - NIGHT

DRUMMING is heard in the distance.  TERRY is walking down the street.  He approaches a group of drummers under and around a gazebo in the park.

He sees LISA near the center of the group.  She is playing frenetically, trading riffs with the TALL DRUMMER--a striking looking older man.  They smile and say inaudible things to each other; the other drummers look on and follow them.

TERRY pauses at the fringe and watches.  The rhthym grows even more intense.  He begins to move closer.  LISA, fixed on the TALL DRUMMER, does not notice him. 

Then, TERRY turns and walks away.  LISA, while continuing to drum, finally notices him and calls out, but her voice cannot be heard above the din.  LISA then turns back, never missing a beat.

TERRY walks back the way he came,  head down, and hands in his pockets.

FADE

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