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She flattens her palms against the soft cradle of her pelvis.

VIOLET:

Like a part of me ...

As she opens her eyes, we see that her lover is Corky. Violet

watches as she gets off the bed and begins to get dressed.

VIOLET:

You are so beautiful.

Corky does not answer as she yanks her pants on. Violet

sits up. She can feel that something is wrong.

VIOLET:

What's wrong?

CORKY:

Nothing.

Violet pulls the sheet around her.

VIOLET:

Yes there is. I felt it this morning

when I brought you the coffee.

CORKY:

Sh*t, here we go.

VIOLET:

You didn't want to see me, did you?

CORKY:

If there is one thing I can't stand

about sleeping with women, it's all

the f***ing mind reading.

VIOLET:

What are you afraid of?

CORKY:

I'm not afraid of anything.

VIOLET:

I don't understand - ?

CORKY:

I know! You can't understand, because

we're different, Violet. We're

different.

VIOLET:

We're not that different, Corky.

CORKY:

How can you sit in that bed and say

that?

VIOLET:

Because it's the truth.

CORKY:

Let me guess. This is where you

tell me that what matters is on the

inside. That inside you, there is a

little dyke just like me?

VIOLET:

Oh no, she's nothing like you. She's

a lot smarter than you.

CORKY:

Is that what her daddy tells her?

VIOLET:

I know what I am. I don't need to

have it tattooed on my shoulder.

CORKY:

What are you saying? That you don't

have sex with men?

VIOLET:

I don't.

CORKY:

For Christ's sake, Violet! I heard

you! Thin walls, remember?

VIOLET:

What you heard wasn't sex.

CORKY:

What the f*** was it?

VIOLET:

All my life, everyone has been telling

me that when I have sex, I'm not

really having sex. Not real sex.

But they're wrong. I know what is

and isn't sex and what you heard was

definitely not sex.

CORKY:

What was it then?

VIOLET:

Work.

That knocks Corky back.

VIOLET:

You made certain choices in your

life that you paid for. You said

you made them because you were good

at something and it was easy. Do

you think you're the only one that's

good at something?

Violet stare pins Corky to the wall.

VIOLET:

We make our own choices and we pay

our own prices. I think we're more

alike than you want to admit.

CORKY:

What about that guy this morning?

VIOLET:

You mean Shelly?

CORKY:

Don't tell me, you're a workaholic.

VIOLET:

No. Shelly knows what I am. He saw

me in a bar with another woman.

CORKY:

I suppose he just wants to watch.

That's all Violet can take.

VIOLET:

F*** it! I think you better leave.

CORKY:

I think so, too.

Violet turns away.

VIOLET:

Try not to steal anything on the way

out.

That stings but Corky walks out without looking back.

INT. EMPTY APARTMENT - NIGHT

It is dark now. Corky is standing above the paint tray that

has skinned over. She picks up the brush. It is dry with

paint.

CORKY:

Sh*t.

She throws the brush across the room.

EXT. CAESAR'S APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY

A green-and-white street sign juts in the foreground of

Caesar's upscale apartment building.

The sign reads:
"FRANKLIN STREET."

EXT. PARKING LOT - DAY

The rusty Chevy glides to a stop in a parking space near the

service entrance. In its payload is a boxed bathroom vanity

and sink.

Corky climbs out of the cab and into the back, unhooking the

bungee cords that hold down the boxes.

She looks up as a black Lincoln Town Car screeches into a

spot not far from her truck. THREE SERIOUS-LOOKING MEN get

out, leading a fourth, Shelly.

He is the only one who seems to notice Corky.

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