He's Just Not That Into You Page #2

She hands the cashier her ATM card - he swipes it.

EMOTIONLESS CASHIER

Oh my word.

ANNA:

Come on. Seriously. I just deposited

money today. There's no way

EMOTIONLESS CASHIER

It's not that. Let me check something.

He turns and rifles through a stack of papers, finally

finding what he was looking for.

EMOTIONLESS CASHIER

(CONT'D)

Congratulations. You won.

ANNA:

What?

EMOTIONLESS CASHIER

Our "Sizzlin' Summer” promotion. You’re

our 1000th customer in June.

The cashier reaches under the register and pulls out an

IGLOO COOLER and hands it to Anna. She BEAMS.

ANNA:

Are you kidding?

EMOTIONLESS CASHIER

Do I have that kind of manner? A joking

manner?

Anna looks to Ben. She looks like she's about to burst.

ANNA:

I swear to god, this is the most exciting

thing that's ever happened to me.

Ben can't tell if she's kidding.

BEN:

Really?

ANNA:

Is that sad?

BEN:

No, it's - charming. Congratulations.

Anna smiles wide, admiring her cooler. Then

ANNA:

Wait, no. I can't accept this. You were

here first. I didn't win at all.

BEN:

Yes, you did. Trust me - it's fate. You

were meant to have that cooler.

Anna throws her arms around him and hugs him.

ANNA:

Thank you SO MUCH.

Ben can't help but laugh.

INT. NATIONAL BREWERY LOFTS - NIGHT

Conor enters his apartment. ALEX sits on the couch

watching TV.

ALEX:

Hey. How was the date?

CONOR:

Fine. You know.

Conor heads for the kitchen, and turns back.

CONOR (CONT'D)

Why are you here?

ALEX:

My cable’s out.

Conor returns from the kitchen with a beer.

CONOR:

You didn’t hear the phone ring, did you?

ALEX:

Nope.

CONOR:

Sh*t. Anna gave me the "I'll call you

right back."

ALEX:

How long ago?

CONOR:

22 minutes.

Alex winces.

ALEX:

Sorry, dude.

CONOR:

Do I call back?

Alex shrugs.

CONOR (CONT'D)

I know. I'll call back and say that I'm

going to bed.

ALEX:

At 9:
30 PM? Genius.

CONOR:

It is genius. Because then I can say:

"In case you were going to call me back -

don't - 'cause I'll be sleeping."

ALEX:

Sounds foolproof.

Conor pulls off his jacket and tosses it next to a box -

which contains about 50 FRISBEES. On each frisbee:

A LARGE PICTURE OF CONOR, WITH HIS PHONE NUMBER AND THE

TITLE:
CONOR BARRY REAL ESTATE AGENT

Conor dials his cell phone as he heads back to his room.

CUT TO:

CLOSE ON:
A CELL PHONE. IT READS "CONOR CALLING"

EXT. EDDIE'S OF ROLAND PARK - SAME

We TILT up to find Anna and Ben. Anna looks at her

phone, presses IGNORE and stashes it in her purse.

ANNA:

Sorry. What was I saying?

BEN:

I think you were telling me how you don't

want to be like your mom and wake up and

realize you didn't pursue your dreams.

Ben opens his GUM and offers Anna a piece. She takes one

and laughs, a bit embarrassed.

ANNA:

Was I? Little intense for grocery store

chatter. Sorry.

BEN:

It's OK. I might even be able to help

you out. There's a guy at my firm who

has exclusively music clients.

ANNA:

That would be - amazing. What are you -

like my savior?

Anna digs through her purse to find a piece of paper.

She writes down her number, and holds it out to him. He

looks at it, contemplating. He doesn't take it.

BEN:

OK. Look. I'm married. I don't do

this.

ANNA:

Don't do what? Help struggling singers?

BEN:

Help hot Pilates instructing singers who

happen to be very charming.

Anna takes the slip of paper and puts it away.

ANNA:

Do you want to give me your card? That's

legit. I bet you're allowed to do that.

Ben considers this.

BEN:

Right. OK. I guess that would be OK.

FROM INSIDE A CAR PARKED AT THE STORE:

We see Anna and Ben talking. They shake hands awkwardly

and Ben HEADS TOWARDS US.

INT. CAR - CONTINUOUS

Ben gets in the car, bag in hand, and joins NEIL, 40,

arty and kind looking, who's behind the wheel.

NEIL:

So, who was that?

BEN:

A prospective client.

NEIL:

Yeah right.

BEN:

I can talk to a woman Neil. It doesn't

have to be like that.

Neil looks at him, smirk growing.

BEN (CONT'D)

Just drive.

Neil starts the car and they pull away.

INT. WESTSIDE LOFT - NIGHT

Neil walks into a vast space. Nice art, a cozy yet

architectural look - a cool place to live.

NEIL:

Hey, babe. You here?

We PAN over to a couch - where BETH is wrapped in a throw

blanket, watching TV. She's got her hair in a messy bun.

BETH:

Hey honey.

He joins her on the couch. And sees that the TV is off.

NEIL:

Everything OK?

BETH:

Yeah. Just got off the phone.

Neil gets up again.

NEIL:

You want some tea or something?

BETH:

It was my baby sister. She's getting

married.

NEIL:

That's great. I've always liked that

Devon guy. That's really great.

Beth looks at him. She doesn't look that happy.

BETH:

Do you think it's great?

NEIL:

Yeah.

BETH:

So, you think it's great that they're

getting married, but you never feel like

we're going against nature or something

by not getting married?

NEIL:

No, babe.

He sits back down, puts his arms around her.

NEIL (CONT'D)

Going against nature is like that cat who

started nursing that monkey. We're just

two people who aren't married.

Beth manages a weak smile.

BETH:

Right.

NEIL:

I actually think the odds of having a

successful relationship increase by not

getting married. Look at my parents -

all marriage got them was thirty two

years of misery and joint checking.

BETH:

Yeah, I know. I get that.

NEIL:

Like I've always told you - I love you -

and we don't need a marriage certificate

to legitimize our relationship.

BETH:

Yeah.

NEIL:

Lemme get you some tea.

He exits. Beth starts to CRY, but quickly dries her

tears, and forces herself to pull it together.

EXT. HIGHLANDTOWN HOUSE - MORNING

A brick row house in an up and coming neighborhood -

clearly under massive renovation.

INT. HIGHLANDTOWN HOUSE - SAME

We make our way through rooms with plastic covering the

doorways - until we find JANINE stepping into the

hallway. She checks herself in a vintage mirror,

straightens it a tad, then heads down the stairs to find

GIGI, on her cell phone. Gigi slams it closed.

JANINE:

OK, so clearly he hasn't called.

Gigi shakes her head.

JANINE (CONT'D)

Maybe he's away on business.

GIGI:

He sells real estate. In Baltimore.

Staying in town is his business.

JANINE:

Right.

Janine ponders this.

JANINE (CONT'D)

Look, let me tell you - after the first

time I went out with Ben, he didn't call

me for eleven days. ELEVEN DAYS. And

now he's like the world's best husband.

That happens all the time.

GIGI:

Really?

JANINE:

Yes, really.

Gigi manages a small smile.

GIGI:

This is all your fault.

JANINE:

What? Why?

GIGI:

You set me up with him.

JANINE:

No - you asked if I knew any guys and I

gave Conor your number. That's not a set

up. When I do a set up - I weigh pros

and cons. I do my due diligence. All I

know about Conor is he sold us this

house.

Gigi peers out the window.

GIGI:

He sold you a house in the ghetto.

JANINE:

It's a neighborhood "in transition."

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