Chasing Amy Page #19

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BANKY:

It was a little more involved than

that.

FAN:

Whatever happened to him?

BANKY:

He quit the biz. I guess.

FAN:

You guys don't talk anymore?

BANKY:

(looks OC)

No. Not really.

Banky locks eyes with someone OC. His expression

softens.

Holden leans against a wall on the far side of the room.

He smiles at Banky. Banky smiles back, and sort of nods.

Holden holds up a copy of Banky's new solo comic. He

points to it and gives a thumbs up.

OC FAN:

Probably shouldn't have killed off

Chronic.

Banky smiles to OC.

BANKY:

Guess not. Some doors just shouldn't

be opened.

Banky looks in another direction, OC. He looks at Holden

and points to it. Holden looks in the same direction,

and then looks back at Banky and nods.

OC FAN:

You don't need that guy, anyway. You

do great stuff without him.

Banky looks at Holden for a beat. Then he brings his

pointer fingers together, mimicing Holden's 'shared

moment' gesture.

Holden shrugs slightly, then crosses his fingers - as if

to say 'hopefully'.

OC FAN:

You were just carrying that guy,

anyway.

Banky sort of smiles at the OC Holden. Then he offers

his own thumbs up - as to say 'good luck'.

BANKY:

(to fan, still looking OC)

You're so right.

Holden smiles back, nods 'bye', and walks off.

OC FAN:

Well, keep up the good work, man.

Love them dick jokes. Love 'em. See

ya.

The Fan Leaves, but Banky is watching Holden go.

BXVKY:

Yeah. Bye.

(shakes it off)

Okay. Who's next?

Alyssa sits at a separate signing table, with a line in

front of her. A WOMAN behind her. Alyssa dashes off

signatures in the copies of her comic.

ALYSSA:

(to OC departing fan)

Thanks for reading it.

The Woman stands and rubs her shoulders.

WOMAN:

I'm going to get a soda. You want

anything?

ALYSSA:

I'm fine, thanks,

The Woman heads off. Alyssa starts rummaging through her

bag.

ALYSSA:

(not rooking up)

Okay, who's next!

A comic book drops on the table in front of her. It's a

comic book called 'Chasing Amy'.

She leafs through it, not looking up.

ALYSSA:

Um... This isn't one of mine.

OC HOLDEN:

It's mine.

Alyssa looks up sharply.

Holden stands before her, smiling.

HOLDEN:

I saved you one.

ALYSSA:

Hi.

HOLDEN:

Hi.

ALYSSA:

(beat)

How've you been?

HOLDEN:

Good. Really good. Yourself?

ALYSSA:

Good

(beat; off her own comic)

New issue's selling like crazy, for

some reason.

HOLDEN:

Because it's so good. I really liked

it.

ALYSSA:

Thank you.

(off comic)

I haven't even seen this yet. Did it

just come out?

HOLDEN:

A month ago. I did a really small

run. Self-financed. Only about five

hundred issues.

ALYSSA:

Will I enjoy it?

HOLDEN:

You might. It's familiar subject

matter.

Alyssa leafs through it. Her eyes get somewhat misty.

ALYSSA:

Looks Like a very personal story.

HOLDEN:

I finally had something personal to

say.

They look at each other for a beat

HOLDEN:

I'm going to go. I don't want to hold

up the line.

ALYSSA:

Yeah. I mean, it can get ugly. I

just saw this nun in line call this

small child a c*nt-rag.

HOLDEN:

(smiles)

Read that, when you have a minute

ALYSSA:

I will.

HOLDEN:

I'd like to hear your thoughts about

it. If you get a chance, give me a

call.

ALYSSA:

Okay.

They look at each other for a beat.

HOLDEN:

Nice seeing you again,

ALYSSA:

Really nice to see you too.

He walks away. A few steps away, he turns and waves

again. She waves back. And then he starts moving

through the thrall of fan-boys.

The Woman returns with coffee. She follows Alyssa's

gaze.

WOMAN:

who was that?

ALYSSA:

Hmm! Oh. Just some guy I knew.

She watches him go for another beat, then.

ALYSSA:

(to line)

Next

(to Woman)

So what do you want to do tonight?

And as they fall into conversation, the show goes on.

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