My Girl 2 Page #11

PHIL:

Oh...what's that?

ROSE:

Right now? An intimate border

with...mechanical skills.

Phil notices Nick and Vada entering the garage

PHIL:

Hi!

ROSE:

Oh, Hi, how's the investigation going?

NICK:

Just call us the "dead end kids".

VADA:

May I use the phone please.

ROSE:

Oh, yeah, sure, help yourself.

PHIL:

Anyone with taste, anyone with breeding.... A

gentleman, would choose British racing green,

with maybe a tan interior...but when you buy a

red car, with a black interior and wire

wheels, you have one thing on your mind and

one thing only and I'm too much of a gentleman

to say what that one thing is...in front of

the children.

Vada and Nick exchange looks

Even if I am just a glorified boarder.

Phil changes the radio station from the classical one that

Rose has it on,

to a modern one, with some heavy 70's music

on it

Vada is talking on the phone trying to find the number for

another one

of her mother's friends

VADA:

Hi, I would like the number of Stanley

Rosenfeld photos, please?

IN A BALL ROOM, HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE ARE DANCING TO A SONG

BEING PLAYED BY A LIVE BAND, VADA AND NICK ARE WALKING WITH

STANLEY ROSENFELD

STANLEY:

You know photography is an art form if you

take it seriously enough, which I happen to

do.

Stanley sees a couple dancing

Ester, Ester you gorgeous thing you, smile

for the birdie. Hold, hold.

ESTER:

Stomach in Harold.

click

STANLEY:

BEEAAAUUUUUUTIFULLL.

ESTER:

Thank you.

STANLEY:

Thank YOU.

Vada and Nick exchange weird looks

Your mother was something-special Vada, to

tell you the truth, I had quite a crush on

her.

VADA:

Really?

STANLEY:

Who didn't? She could play basketball like

Jerry West, she danced like Sid Cherice, then

she'd look at you with those big blue eyes,

forget about it. I asked her out a couple of

times but she always said no.

Lenny, Nancy, you just got married, look

happy, look happy, look like you mean it.

click

BEEAAAUUUUUUTIFULLL.

I remember those days, then we all went off

to UCLA and she started hanging round with

those drama department types. There was this

one guy, Peter Webb he's become a big director

in Hollywood now...and the only reason I know

him at all is that we were all together in

this big poetry class with this crazy guy

Albert Boderfelder...

VADA:

Beidermeyer?

STANLEY:

Beidermeyer that's it, what a mad man.

VADA:

He's a great poet.

STANLEY:

He is?

VADA:

Do you know him?

STANLEY:

Everybody did, walk along Citrus between

Fountain and Sunset any afternoon.

VADA:

He'll remember my mother for sure. STANLEY

It was a big class Vada and...but...well of

course he'll remember, who could forget

Maggie?

VADA:

Just one more thing. Does this mean anything

to you?

Vada gets out the brown paper bag and shows it to Stanley

STANLEY:

No it doesn't but... I...I wish it did.

VADA:

Well, thanks for your help Mr. Rosenfeld and

I'm sorry my mother wouldn't go out with you,

I'm sure she would have had a really great

time.

STANLEY:

I would have tried to show her a good time. I

promised her when she left that I would never

forget her and I never did. Stanley Rosenfeld

does not forget.

VADA AND NICK ARE WALKING DOWN A PAVEMENT, TALKING

VADA:

This is the street he walks down every day.

When he needs inspiration...

NICK:

Boy, you're really into this.

VADA:

He is one of the great poets.

they look across the road and see an old man sitting in a

chair, writing

VADA:

I think it's him.

they cross the road

VADA:

He's writing. Hello?

MAN:

If you're selling Girl Scout cookies I'm

borderline diabetic.

VADA:

You're Alfred Beidermeyer aren't you?

ALFRED:

You had to remind me?

VADA:

Are you writing a poem?

ALFRED:

No, I'm writing to the phone company because

they keep charging me for calls to Caracas,

Venezuela...do you know any know anybody in

Caracas, Venezuela?

VADA & NICK

No.

ALFRED:

Neither do I.

a buzzer sounds

Ask not for whom the bell tolls...time for my

medication and my nap.

as he gets up, he knocks everything off his table

NICK:

Here, we'll help you carry your stuff.

ALFRED:

I can handle it, I can handle that. Oh well,

thank you, I'm in the penthouse.

Vada and Nick begin to climb the stairs

Penthouse A, it's there over on the left.

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