Swingers Page #9

CUT TO:

19 INT. CHRISTY'S TRAILER - SLEEPING COMPARTMENT - SAME 19

Trent is already at work. He's smooth. A cascade of stuffed

animals tumble off the bed with every thrust. Clothes start

to peel off.

Trent takes a breather. He takes a step to the door.

TRENT:

Let me just check on my boy.

CHRISTY:

Don't worry. He's in good hands.

Trent cracks the door and peers through. The light is dim,

but he can make out that they're starting to neck.

He closes the door, satisfied.

CHRISTY:

(coyly)

What a good friend. I can use a friend

like you.

(she beckons him back to bed)

CUT TO:

20 INT. CHRISTY'S TRAILER - FRONT ROOM - SAME 20

What seemed like necking is actually Lisa and Mike huddled

tight having an intimate conversation.

LISA:

(reassuring)

I'm sure she'll call. Six years is a

long time. You don't just break it off

cleanly after six years.

MIKE:

I know, but she did. She's with someone

else now...

LISA:

Already? You poor thing. It won't last.

MIKE:

Why not?

LISA:

It's a rebound.

MIKE:

We were a rebound, and we lasted six

years.

LISA:

Yeah, but how long was the relationship

she was rebounding from?

MIKE:

Six years.

Beat.

MIKE:

Can I check my messages? I have a

calling card.

LISA:

Sure, I guess. The phone's in the back.

Mike gets up and approaches the door.

MIKE:

Sorry, it's just that...

LISA:

I understand.

Mike lightly knocks on the door.

MIKE:

Trent...

(knock knock)

Tee.

The door cracks.

MIKE:

Sorry, man, I need...

Trent pokes a CONDOM through the door.

MIKE:

No, man. I need to use the phone.

TRENT:

What?

MIKE:

I gotta use the phone.

TRENT:

Baby, you'll check them tomorrow.

MIKE:

Please, Tee. I have to use the phone.

Sorry, man.

TRENT:

Hold on.

The door closes.

MIKE:

(to Lisa)

I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

They weren't in there that long.

Lisa reassuringly shakes her head.

Beat.

Christy walks out wearing only Trent's sharkskin jacket as a

robe.

Trent follows with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Trent glares at Mike as they pass. Daggers.

MIKE:

(apologizing to Christy as she

exits)

I've got a calling card, there's no

charge to your phone.

CUT TO:

21 INT. CHRISTY'S TRAILER - SLEEPING COMPARTMENT - SAME 21

Mike dials.

BACK TO:

22 INT. CHRISTY'S TRAILER - FRONT ROOM - SAME 22

Half naked Trent and Christy sit with fully clothed Lisa.

CHRISTY:

(to Lisa)

The poor thing. Six years?

LISA:

... And she's with someone else.

CHRISTY:

The poor thing. I'll make some coffee.

Trent is not happy.

BACK TO:

23 INT. CHRISTY'S TRAILER - SLEEPING COMPARTMENT - SAME 23

Mike is on the phone.

ANSWERING MACHINE

(synthesized voice)

She didn't call.

Disappointment pulls at Mike's brow.

BACK TO:

24 INT. CHRISTY'S TRAILER - FRONT ROOM - SAME 24

The girls clean up the bottles and ashtrays. The coffee is

brewing. The shades are up. It's officially morning.

Trent's chin is in his hand. He radiates the blue tinge of

glandular congestion. He'll have no part of any of this.

CHRISTY:

He's so sweet. He really said that?

LISA:

I believe it too. He really just wants

her to be happy.

CHRISTY:

He is so sweet.

Mike enters.

The girls immediately stop their chatter and look at him in

anticipation.

Mike shakes his head "no".

The girls walk to embrace him in consolation.

BOTH GIRLS:

Awwww .

Trent just shakes his head. He'll have no part of any of

this.

CUT TO:

25 EXT. DESERT ROAD - DAY 25

Establishing whot of Trent's car heading back to L.A. on the

northbound I-15. The speeding car is dwarfed by the

expansive badlands.

26 EXT. TRENT'S CAR - DESERT ROAD - SAME 26

MIKE:

She asked me what I was thinking about?

What should I have done? Lie?

TRENT:

You didn't have to get into it, baby.

MIKE:

Sorry about interrupting...

TRENT:

Don't worry about me, baby. I just

wanted you to have a good time.

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