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limits of disturbance-end of act ii      Download this Full Story
By Alan Abrams
Tuesday, October 19, 2010

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   59     INT.  THE INDIAN RESTAURANT - LATE AFTERNOON                     
                                                                           
          Lisa returns from the restroom and sits.  Her hair is down,      
          and she is wearing lipstick.  Her painted lips are jarring       
          against the soft naturalness of her face.  She leans toward      
          Terry.                                                           
                                                                           
                              LISA                                         
                    I’m back.                                              
                                                                           
                              TERRY                                        
                    Me, too.                                               
                                                                           
            Lisa looks at him, perplexed.                                  
                                                                           
                              TERRY (CONT’D)                               
                    Haha, I mean, I’m still here.                          
                                                                           
          Lisa nods in affirmation.  Whatever.                             
                                                                           
                              LISA                                         
                    I thought we could have some desert                    
                    at my place.  I made some muffins.                     
                                                                           
                              TERRY                                        
                    That would be nice, really nice.                       
                                                                           
          Lisa reaches across the table and takes Terry’s right hand       
          in both of hers.                                                 
                                                                           
                              LISA                                         
                    They’re apple walnut, my mom’s                         
                    recipe.                                                
                                                                           
          Lisa, looking down, begins to caress Terry’s hand with her       
          left hand. 
                                                                           
                              LISA (CONT’D)                                
                    Except I use grape juice instead of                    
                    sugar...                                               
                                                                           
          Now she strokes his bare forearm with her fingertips.  Terry     
          stiffens slightly.                                               
                                                                           
                              LISA (CONT’D) (cont’d)                       
                    And whole wheat instead of...                          
                                                                           
                              TERRY                                        
                    You know, I went to the park, that                     
                    night you invited me to come.                          
                                                                           
          Lisa pulls her hands away and sits up straight.                  
                                                                           
                              LISA                                         
                    You did?  I didn’t see you.                            
                                                                           
                              TERRY                                        
                    I know.  You were really into                          
                    drumming.  You and that tall guy...                    
                    really into it.                                        
                                                                           
                              LISA                                         
                    Mark.  He told me he saw someone...                    
                    someone who walked up and waved...                     
                    and then went away.                                    
                                                                           
                              TERRY                                        
                    That was me.                                           
                                                                           
                              LISA                                         
                    Why did you go?  Why didn’t you                        
                    stay?                                                  
                                                                           
                              TERRY                                        
                    I dunno.  You were so into it...                       
                    and into that guy... Mark.                             
                                                                           
          She leans in and takes Terry’s hand again.                       
                                                                           
                              LISA                                         
                    Terry... we were... friends, once.                     
                                                                           
          Once more she caresses his hand.                                 
                                                                           
                              LISA (CONT’D)                                
                    But then I found out he has a wife,                    
                    and some kids... some from another                     
                    wife, or girlfriend, I think... I                      
                    never could get the whole story...                     
                    But that’s all there is to it,                         
                    we’re just... friends. 
                              TERRY                                        
                    A Vishnu kinda guy, right?                             
                                                                           
                              LISA                                         
                    Hah...                                                 
                                                                           
                              TERRY                                        
                    I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make                        
                    fun...                                                 
                                                                           
                              LISA                                         
                    It was just too much for me.  Too                      
                    complicated... I just need                             
                    someone... I need someone who...                       
                                                                           
          The Waiter arrives and places the check on the table.            
                                                                           
                              TERRY                                        
                         Lisa, I should tell you                           
                         something...                                      
                                                                           
          Lisa reaches for the check.  Terry smacks his hand down on       
          it.                                                              
                                                                           
                              TERRY (CONT’D)                               
                    My treat.                                              
                                                                           
                              LISA                                         
                    No, I asked you out...                                 
                                                                           
                              TERRY                                        
                    But you wouldn’t let me pay you...                     
                    for the... massage.                                    
                                                                           
          Terry gropes for his wallet; in a flash he remembers he left     
          it in his jacket pocket.  Terry rises as he speaks...            
                         TERRY (CONT’D)                                    
                    Dag!... I think I left my wallet in                    
                    Steely... I’ll be back in a flash.                     
                                                                           
          Terry begins to leave.                                           
                                                                           
                              LISA                                         
                    Wait!  You’ll need these.                              
                                                                           
          Terry stops and half turns.  Lisa fishes the keys from her       
          purse.  She gives them a little toss; Terry makes a neat off     
          balance catch and dashes off. 
                                                                           
   60     EXT.  BONIFANT STREET - EARLY EVENING                            
                                                                           
          Terry jogs down the narrow sidewalk back to the car,             
          manuevering around pedestrians, utility poles, and other         
          impedimenta.                                                     
                                                                           
          He reaches the car.  Sorting through Lisa’s keys he hears        
          his phone ringing in the back seat.  He finally finds the        
          right key and answers his phone. 

 

 

 

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