The Bionic Woman Page #5
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- 1976
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ERIC (CONT'D)
Gotta get back across the street.
Let's just -- are we still on for
dinner?
JAIME:
(doubtfully)
I don't know, I've got a lot to mphhh -
She's totally cut off as he KISSES her, serious, intense.
He pulls back -- Jaime can't help but SMILE up at him -
-- and then she notices that people are STARING at them.
Behind the counter, Maggie is SMIRKING mightily.
JAIME (CONT'D)
(low)
We go dutch. And I choose the
restaurant.
ERIC:
Pick you up tonight.
He takes off, loping quickly across the street to the
HOSPITAL. Jaime straightens her hair, trying not to blush
too hard as she comes behind the counter.
INT. APARTMENT -- NIGHT
Someone is KNOCKING at the door as Jaime quickly gets her
stuff together. Becca trails her, not happy.
BECCA:
I don't need a babysitter. It's
insulting.
JAIME:
It's insurance.
12.
Jaime opens the door -- MRS. ARAKELIAN stands in the hall,
holding a large POT, a stack of something made of YARN, and
MRS. ARAKELIAN
I brought mufflers.
She pulls out the yarn, revealing that it is indeed two
MUFFLERS, handknitted.
BECCA:
Yeah, it's been snowing indoors a
lot lately.
Becca goes into her room, SHUTS the door decisively.
JAIME:
Maybe I shouldn't go -
MRS. ARAKELIAN
(shrugging)
Maybe I should stuff a muffler down
her throat. Go. Me, I hope you
stay all night. What's wrong with
her, you can't fix.
(carrying the pot)
I'll just put this in the fridge.
It's fish.
JAIME:
(a little nervous)
What kind of fish?
MRS. ARAKELIAN
Big. With a head.
Mrs. Arakelian crosses to the fridge.
MRS. ARAKELIAN (CONT'D)
It's good for you. You need protein.
JAIME:
Thanks, but I'm over the stomach
thing, really -
MRS. ARAKELIAN
You know, before I came to this
country, I worked for years in the
hospital in Yerevan.
(moving things around
in the fridge)
I was the best, the best -- all the
doctors ask for me. "I want Baba
Nika," they say, "get me Baba Nika!"
Triumphantly, she shoves the pot into the fridge, turns back
to Jaime.
13.
MRS. ARAKELIAN (CONT'D)
I knew things even they didn't know.
Mrs. Arakelian hands her the small paper bag, closes Jaime's
hand over it.
MRS. ARAKELIAN (CONT'D)
The best.
(pats her hand)
You stay out all night. Go ahead.
Jaime meets her eyes, confused, then looks down quizzically
at the small bag.
JAIME AND ERIC sit on the hood of Eric's CAR, parked on a
bluff off a windy road. The OCEAN is CRASHING against the
ragged cliff far below; the road is DESERTED.
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