Cellular Page #6

Several cars are backed up trying to depart the hotel.

Klinger jumps out of the back seat opening the passenger

side for Caitlin who takes along the tube with the fake

"Hockney" inside.

CAITLIN:

I know you feel awful but it's not

your responsibility.

THEO:

Then whose is it?

CAITLIN:

You gotta just look the other way.

THEO:

I'm sorry. You'll do all right

without me. Keep my share.

VALET:

(insistent)

Sir?

THEO:

I'm moving the car. See! I'm

moving it!

The passenger door is still open as Theo steps on the gas.

The Chrysler careens down the circular driveway into traffic

on Ocean Avenue and makes a sharp left.

Caitlin and Klinger stare after it in apparent disbelief.

KLINGER:

I knew it the minute I laid eyes

on him. A f***ing flake!

He looks over at the parking valet who now has no car to

park.

KLINGER:

Give me back that five.

INT. THEO'S CAR - DAY

Speeding now -- and talking into the cellular.

THEO:

Hello? It's just me and you

again.

LENORE:

What about the others?

THEO:

I kind of dropped them off. They

were getting on my nerves.

LENORE:

What are you doing now?

THEO:

What do you think I'm doing? I'm

on my way to the school like you

wanted.

LENORE:

Forget about us. Just save

Rachel.

THEO:

Tell me what she looks like.

LENORE:

They say she resembles me -- dark

hair, ponytail, very dark eyes.

They all wear the same uniform.

(a beat)

Please. Be careful. The man

driving the car must have a gun.

THEO:

I'm not looking to get myself

killed. I just hope the battery

on this phone holds out.

He flips open the glove compartment and searches around

inside. Jammed with nothing but CDs.

THEO:

Where's the f***ing recharger

cord? Must be in her car, dammit.

LENORE:

How much time do you have left on

it?

THEO:

I don't know. 80 or 90 minutes,

tops.

LENORE:

Why didn't you do what your

friends wanted and just -- get rid

of me?

THEO:

I don't know.

(a beat)

I hung up on somebody else a long

time ago, and later on I wished I

hadn't of.

LENORE:

A woman?

THEO:

Hey drop it, okay?

LENORE:

I didn't mean to open up any old

wounds.

THEO:

It never healed. I called her a

lying b*tch and everything else

and I hung up on her. "Click."

You don't exist.

LENORE:

And that was the end of it?

THEO:

(laughs)

I sure as hell got my wish. She

doesn't exist.

(a beat)

So maybe you reached the

appropriate person after all.

LENORE:

I'm sorry if I caused you to lose

your business deal.

THEO:

Well you did.

He feels like hurling the damn cellular out the car

window.

THEO:

Now I know why I never wanted one

of these. I should've made her

take it back.

He makes a screeching left against oncoming traffic.

LENORE:

What do you do for a living?

THEO:

Sometimes I paint.

LENORE:

Our house always needs touching

up.

THEO:

Pictures.

LENORE:

I didn't mean to insult you.

You're an artist.

THEO:

They say my work is somewhat

derivative.

He takes a shortcut, racing down a narrow alley behind a

line of shops, knocking a few plastic trash bins over.

LENORE:

I suppose if you're a struggling

artist you need a patron.

THEO:

Lady, you don't have to keep up a

running commentary.

LENORE:

I'm afraid if I stop talking I'll

lose you.

(a beat)

Just name any reasonable amount

and it's yours.

THEO:

Sh*t, stop with the money! I

never asked for a nickel. I was

just doing this. And you have to

f*** it up with a price tag.

LENORE:

I didn't mean to. It's just the

way I am.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes