STAY Page #4

He draws on his cigarette until its point is red-hot, then

stabs it out on the skin of his wrist. He does not flinch.

The businessman reels backward. The dreadlocked Columbia

student's mouth drops open. The people sitting next to Henry

stand and move away.

Henry offers the cigarette butt to the businessman, who waves

his hand at it and moves away, muttering:

BUSINESSMAN (CONT'D)

You ought to be locked up.

HENRY:

I am.

When the train pulls into the next station, the businessman

and the Columbia caucastafarian hastily depart.

INT. SAM'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT

Bookshelves overflowing with books dominate the space. The

one luxurious feature is a working fireplace where a well-

built little fire now burns.

Lila's curled up in bed, highlighting lines in Dante's

Purgatorio.

Sam, lying beside her, speaks on the PHONE.

SAM:

Hey, Beth, this is Sam. Hope you're

feeling better. I met with your

patient Henry Letham today, thought

maybe we could compare notes.

Anyway, give me a call.

11.

He hangs up and stares into the fire, his hands folded over

his chest.

SAM (CONT'D)

(to Lila)

You don't think it's a little odd,

predicting a hailstorm like that?

LILA:

(not really paying

attention)

So he watches the Weather Channel.

SAM:

I looked in the newspaper. There

was nothing about any hail today.

LILA:

Maybe he's a shaman and he did a

little hail dance.

SAM:

Okay, forget it.

LILA:

(finally looking up)

How's Beth Levy?

SAM:

I don't know. She hasn't returned

any of my calls.

LILA:

Hm.

SAM:

What does "hm" mean?

LILA:

She always kind of liked you,

didn't she?

Sam jabs Lila in the ribs with his finger.

SAM:

What are you, jealous? Beth's one

of my oldest friends.

LILA:

She's your oldest friend, that's

supposed to make me unjealous?

12.

SAM:

Unjealous?

LILA:

She's in love. It's obvious to

everyone but you. And every day you

wear that sweater she made you-

She points at the blue sweater, lying folded on top of the

dresser.

LILA (CONT'D)

--and all I can think is, Damn, I

can't even knit.

SAM:

She saved my life, sweetheart.

LILA:

I know.

SAM:

You're the only one for me, all

right? I knew I would find you. And

I did.

LILA:

(kissing him on the lips)

It took you long enough.

INT. BETH LEVY'S OFFICE -- MORNING

Wednesday

Sam sits behind Beth's desk and Henry sits facing him.

SAM:

Have you considered a career in

meteorology?

Henry says nothing, only stares at the chewed-down stubs of

his fingernails.

SAM (CONT' D)

The weatherman said something about

the hail?

HENRY:

I can't listen to the weatherman

anymore. I don't understand a word

he says.

Rate this script:5.0 / 2 votes