Blast from the Past Page #14

EVE:

Well, your business must not be sports

memorabilia, because this one Mantle

card right here--

(holds up a card)

--is worth six thousand dollars all by

its little self.

ADAM:

Get out of here!

EVE:

No, you get out of here.

She closes his cigar box and gives it to him.

JERRY:

Terrific...you're fired! You know

that?!

EVE:

No, ferry--excuse me, Jerry, I quit.

She walks back to the counter to get her coat.

JERRY:

Oh, no! I fired ya! Just like the hair

salon guy and the Chevy dealer! You

know why you can't keep a goddamn

job?! Because you can't keep your

goddamn mouth shut! That's why!

Jerry is surprised when Adam suddenly takes his arm

firmly.

ADAM:

Sir? I would really appreciate it if

you wouldn't take the Lord's name in

vain again.

JERRY:

(looking at Adam's hand)

Oh, you got a problem with that?

ADAM:

I have a big problem with that.

Eve sees a fist fight coming. She takes Adam by the arm.

EVE:

Come on, Heathcliff, I'll walk you to

the corner.

ADAM:

Yes, ma'am. But my name is Adam.

EVE:

Just come on.

They head for the door and exit.

JERRY:

Hah! Adam and Eve! The perfect

match! I hope you two will be very

happy together! Mazel-f***in'-tov!

Don't try coming back, Ms. Big Shot!

I'm serious this time! You're finished

in the hobby business! Take that to

the bank, why don'tcha!

Adam re-enters.

ADAM:

I didn't want to leave without saying

how much I admire your jewelry.

JERRY:

Hey, smart ass, how 'bout I kick your

butt?

Adam walks towards the man smiling.

ADAM:

How 'bout you what?

Jerry takes a nervous step backwards, but Eve steps back

in and pulls Adam out.

EVE:

I said come on!

Adam exits. Jerry doesn't know what to say.

EXT. CARD STORE - NIGHT

They exit the store.

ADAM:

Where are we going?

EVE:

We? I'm going home. And, judging by

that coat, I'd say you have to get

back to the barber college.

ADAM:

No, I'm lost.

EVE:

You're lost?

ADAM:

Say,...did you just lose your job

because of me?

EVE:

Forget it. I'm sick of working for

that d*ckhead.

ADAM:

D*ckhead?

EVE:

A walking penis capable of intelligent

speech. A d*ckhead.

A mental picture of that causes Adam to slump against a

store window and drop his box of cards.

EVE:

What's wrong with you?

ADAM:

I just had a mental picture of...

EVE:

Here, pick these up!

Together they pick up the cards.

EVE (cont'd)

Where are you parked?

ADAM:

I came on a bus.

EVE:

Why doesn't that surprise me?

ADAM:

I don't know. Why doesn't it?

They rise.

EVE:

Well, I guess because I'm a little

psychic...I have this thing.

ADAM:

Oh, that's nice.

EVE:

Let me guess something. This is your

first visit to La La Land. You're

staying somewhere over in Hollywood

because, like an idiot, you thought

that would be an exciting place to

stay. Right so far?

ADAM:

(could be a question, could

be an answer.)

So far?

EVE:

Yes, I'm right?

ADAM:

Right.

EVE:

I knew it! So anyhow, you get on a bus

and before you know it, you're out

here in the San Fernando Valley

without a clue. Which brings us to

here. Correct again?

ADAM:

Again.

EVE:

Where are you staying? The Holiday

Inn?

ADAM:

Yes! Yes! The Holiday Inn! That's

exactly right!

EVE:

See? I'm psychic. Not completely, but

pretty much. That was pretty good,

wasn't it?!

ADAM:

It was amazing.

EVE:

Yeah. Thanks. Anyhow, let me predict a

bus for you to get on.

ADAM:

Do you own a car?

EVE:

I'm not taking you there, Sweetie.

Rule Number One in North America: No

strangers in the car.

ADAM:

If it will make you feel any better, I

don't have a gun.

EVE:

You don't?

ADAM:

Nope.

EVE:

Well, that changes everything. Get the

f*** away from me!! I mean it!!

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