Swingers Page #15

42 INT. LIVING ROOM - BUNGALOW - CONTINUOUS 42

Trent and Sue are trying to look like they're not paying

attention to the group of ladies they saw across the room.

TRENT:

Is she looking at me, baby?

SUE:

No.

TRENT:

Now?

SUE:

No.

TRENT:

Is she looking now?

SUE:

No! She's not looking at you. She

hasn't looked at you once. Will you stop

asking if... Wait, she just looked.

TRENT:

See, baby?

Mike and Rob walk up to Trent and Sue.

MIKE:

How you guys doing?

TRENT:

It's on.

MIKE:

Which one?

TRENT:

(indicated the group of girls

with a subtle head move)

Minnie Pearl.

Mike and Rob STARE DIRECTLY at the girls like a deer in the

headlights... a big no-no.

MIKE:

The one in the hat? She's cute.

Trent and Sue react with frustrated disappointment.

TRENT:

What are you doing?

MIKE:

What?

TRENT:

You looked right at her, baby.

MIKE:

She didn't notice.

SUE:

Yes she did.

TRENT:

Damn. Now I gotta go in early.

MIKE:

I'm sorry.

TRENT:

Don't sweat it, baby. This one's a lay-

up.

Trent crosses away.

SUE:

How's it going for you two?

MIKE:

Not well.

SUE:

Rejected?

ROB:

Shaqed.

Mike's P.O.V. of Trent passing near and the GIRL IN THE HAT.

He says something, smiles, and points to her hat. She

laughs.

SUE:

Well, just watch the T-bone and learn.

CUT TO:

43 INT. LIVING ROOM - TRENT'S CONVERSATION - CONTINUOUS 43

Trent is having a sensitive one-on-one with the girl in the

hat.

GIRL IN HAT:

... I've always wanted to be an actress,

at least as long as I could remember. I

went to...

Under Trent's affirmative response we hear the first haunting

TUBA PULSE of the JAWS THEME:

TRENT:

(nodding in agreement)

Uhhhh... Huuuhhh.

CUT TO:

CLOSE UP of MIKE'S FACE as he looks on in HORRIFIED AWE from

afar.

BACK TO:

44 INT. LIVING ROOM - TRENT'S CONVERSATION - CONTINUOUS 44

GIRL WITH CIGAR:

... Then one day after class my drama

teacher, the one who directed the play,

said he thought I should...

The second TUBA PULSE accompanies Trent's sound of agreement:

TRENT:

Uhhh... Huuhh.

BACK TO:

EXTREME CLOSE UP of MIKE'S HORRIFIED EYES.

BACK TO:

45 INT. LIVING ROOM - TRENT'S CONVERSATION - CONTINUOUS 45

GIRL WITH CIGAR:

... I met with an agent last week and I'm

waiting to hear...

The third, and progressively faster, TUBA PULSE sounds under

Trent's response as the JAWS THEME begins to speed up and

fill out:

TRENT:

Uh-Huh, Uh-Huh, Uh-Huh, Uh-Huh...

CUT TO:

Mike, Rob, and Sue look on.

SUE:

Here comes the kill...

MATCH CUT TO:

The group's P.O.V. of the conversation.

The JAWS THEME reaches its violent crescendo as the girl

looks into her purse.

Trent winks to the boys. Smooth.

She comes up with a pen and writes our her phone number.

Trent crosses back as the music dies away.

Using his body as a shield so the girl can't see, but so his

boys can, he rips up and drops the number as he approaches

them.

TRENT:

Was I money?

MIKE:

I don't know. It was kind of a dick move

if you ask me.

TRENT:

Why, baby? What'd I do wrong?

MIKE:

You asked her for her number, and then

you tore it up.

TRENT:

She didn't see.

MIKE:

That doesn't matter.

SUE:

That was pretty cold, dude.

TRENT:

What was cold about it?

The door opens. The party PAUSES to look, then RESUMES.

TRENT:

She offered me her number. What should

I have said? "No"? That would've hurt

her feelings. This way she feels like

the winner.

Trent smiles and waves to her across the room. She coyly

waves back and makes a "phone sign" with her hand. Trent

nods and smiles.

TRENT:

Tee can't roll with that, she's "business

class".

ROB:

"Business class"?

SUE:

(explaining to Rob)

Big butt... you know, can't fly coach.

MIKE:

I can't believe you.

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