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Distractions
by David Speranza
FADE IN:
EXT. A PARK BENCH - AUTUMN - DAY
A MAN―late 20s/early 30s―sits reading a newspaper.
A YOUNG WOMAN (early-mid 20s) enters, seating herself a bit closer than necessary. The man casually notes this as she pulls books from a backpack and begins to study.
Several moments pass as the girl completely ignores him. He takes the occasional surreptitious glance, at one point seeming to sniff the air.
Then:
me what that perfume is.
WOMAN(turning to him)
Do I?
He is slightly taken aback.
Well, you don’t have to...
WOMAN
(smiling)
Don’t you like it?
from my box scores.
WOMAN
(smiling)
It’s Coco Chanel.
MAN
Hm. The good stuff.
cheap stuff?
I’m just glad it’s not Eau de Wal-Mart,
or something like that. My nose has
better taste than I thought.
She laughs, then points to his newspaper.
You like reading the Post?
MANIt gives me my daily dose of baseball
and gossip. The rest of it I try to
ignore.
WOMANI do freelance work for them.
MANOh. Sorry to hear that.
She sees he's teasing her, but she takes it in stride.
A woman’s got to earn a living.
MANI was sure you were a student.
WOMANI’m that too. Freelancer by day, classes
by night. Keeps me outof trouble.
MANIs that something you’re liable to get
into? Trouble?
WOMANMaybe. What about you? Do you make
a habit of picking up girls on park benches?
MANI could have sworn it was the other way
around.
WOMANHow do you figure?
MANWell, you sat down next to me―and
much closer than you had to.
WOMANIt was the only empty spot. The rest
of it had some weird stain on it.
- full script available upon request