Mimic Page #4

INT. BATHROOM

PETER:

Life's a b*tch. Our 15 minutes came

and went and all we got was bad

cable...

Susan doesn't answer, clearly not in the same high spirits.

PETER:

Hiding from the hard glare of publicity?

He notices her crumpled garment on the floor. He picks it

up, puts it up on the hanger.

PETER:

A shame. You looked great tonight.

SUSAN:

Please.

PETER:

You did!

He sits by the tub.

SUSAN:

Do you think we did the right thing?

PETER:

Taking a cab instead of hiring a limo?

SUSAN:

You know what I mean...

Peter pours some champagne into the cups.

SUSAN:

We did no impact evaluation. The

consequences of...

PETER:

(sighs)

Is this a Catholic guilt thing...?

We hear a NEWSREADER on the TV.

NEWSREADER (TV)

...a flawless strategy which has stopped

a potential epidemic in its tracks...

PETER:

You hear that? Flawless.

SUSAN:

We just don't know.

He offers one cup to Susan. She doesn't take it.

PETER:

We know we saved lives.

He sits closer to her.

PETER:

There're gonna be a lot of kids running

around next year because of you.

Beat. Susan starts to relax. He kisses her.

PETER:

Who know? We get lucky, maybe a couple

of 'em'll be ours.

SUSAN:

(smiling now)

We're down to a "couple" now, huh?

She pats the water, beckoning.

PETER:

Oh, I don't know. People are beginning

to talk about us...

Still partially clothed, he steps into the bathtub. Susan

shakes her head, laughs ruefully.

SUSAN:

Don't worry, I'll save your honor.

Maybe I'll even marry you.

She reaches over, kisses him.

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