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INT. ERIN'S HOUSE - HALLWAY - NIGHT
Erin comes out of the bedroom and softly closes the door.
But just as the handle clicks into place, the house is filled
with the DEAFENING ROAR of a MOTORCYCLE, REVVING and REVVING.
It sounds as if it's gonna drive through the wall.
EXT. ERIN'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Erin steps out onto her front stoop and looks over at what
used to be Mrs. Morales's house. A few MOTORCYCLES are parked
on the lawn; A FEW BIKERS are drinking beer on the stoop;
and one a**hole is on his bike, REVVING HIS ENGINE.
ERIN:
Hey!
But of course he can't hear her. She walks over to him, stands
right in his line of vision.
ERIN:
HEY!
He sees her and kills the engine. Everything about GEORGE
HALABY is tough -- his denim, his leather, his bike, his
long hair. Everything but his eyes, which twinkle like
Santa's.
GEORGE:
Well, hello to you, darlin'.
ERIN:
What the hell do you think you're
doing, making all that goddamn noise?
GEORGE:
Just introducing myself to the
neighbors.
ERIN:
Well, I'm the neighbors. There, now
we're introduced, so you can shut
the f*** up.
The guys on the porch chuckle. Erin turns and starts back to
her house. George hops off his bike and follows her.
GEORGE:
Ooh, now, see, if I'da known there
was a beautiful woman next door,
I'da done this different. Let's start
over. My name's George. What's yours?
ERIN:
Just think of me as the person next
door who likes it quiet.
GEORGE:
Now, don't be like that. Tell you
what. How about if I take you out on
a date to apologize for my rudeness?
Erin shakes her head in disbelief and keeps walking.
GEORGE:
Come on. Gimme your number, I'll
call you up proper and ask you out
and everything.
She stops at her porch, turns to him.
ERIN:
You want my number?
GEORGE:
I do.
ERIN:
Which number do you want, George?
GEORGE:
You got more than one?
ERIN:
Sh*t, yeah. I got numbers coming out
of my ears. Like, for instance, ten.
GEORGE:
Ten?
ERIN:
Sure. That's one of my numbers. It's
how many months old my little girl
is.
GEORGE:
You got a little girl?
ERIN:
Yeah. Sexy, huh? And here's another:
five. That's how old my other daughter
is. Seven is my son's age. Two is
how many times I been married and
divorced. You getting all this? 16
is the number of dollars in my bank
account. 454-3943 is my phone number.
And with all the numbers I gave you,
I'm guessing zero is the number of
times you're gonna call it.
She turns and heads inside. He calls out after her:
GEORGE:
How the hell do you know your bank
balance right off the top of your
head like that? See, that impresses
me.
INT. MASRY & VITITOE - RECEPTION AREA - DAY
Morning. Erin walks in, wearing her usual garb. She passes
the coffee area, where Jane, Brenda, and Anna are milling.
Brenda sees her, gives Anna a nudge. They both check out her
short hem. Anna nudges Jane, who looks as well. Erin glances
over just in time to see all three of them staring at her
judgementally. She stops in her tracks and stares back.
ERIN:
Y'all got something you wanna discuss?
The women go back to stirring their coffees. Erin walks on.
INT. MASRY & VITITOE - ED'S OFFICE - DAY
Ed is walking into his office with a coffee cup in his hand
when he trips over the same box of files again.
ED:
Damn it!
(calling out)
Brenda!
(no answer)
BRENDA!
INT. MASRY & VITITOE - FILE ROOM - DAY
Erin is alone, filing as she talks on the phone.
ERIN:
How long's she been crying like
that?... Well, she's got that tooth
coming in --
Ed appears in the door, carrying the box of files.
ERIN:
Give her a cold washcloth to suck on --
(sees Ed)
I gotta go -- there's a clean one in
that bag -- I'll check back in a
bit.
(hangs up)
Sorry. My kid --
ED:
Where's Anna?
ERIN:
Out to lunch with the girls.
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