Love on the Run
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ZOEY sits under the small shelter at the bus stop. She is soaked and cranky. She scans the plastic bus schedule and notices that she has to wait nearly an hour for the next bus.
ZOEY:
Oh, God. Kill me now. Another hour in the
rain? Swell.
ZOEY sees a Ford Taurus make its third slow pass of the stop. It backs up and the passenger-side window comes down. A voice yells out to her.
MATTHEW:
Excuse me, I'm a little lost. Can you give
me some directions?
ZOEY rolls her eyes.
ZOEY:
Directions? Sure. Take a left at Albuquerque.
She smiles in spite of herself.
MATTHEW:
Oh, right. Looney Tunes. That's clever. Look,
I'm trying to find he nearest on-ramp to the
highway. This construction's got me all turned
around. With this rain, I - owe, damn it!
He spills coffee and sets the cup down in a hurry. ZOEY stifles a laugh.
ZOEY:
Is it warm?
MATTHEW:
What, the coffee? Is that a joke?
ZOEY gets to her feet.
ZOEY:
Your car, moron. Is it warm in there? I'm
not gonna yell directions to you in the rain.
MATTHEW:
Oh, right. Sorry. Come on in.
MATTHEW opens the car door and ZOEY gets in and throws her bag in the back seat.
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There is a brief moment where they take each other in. MATTHEW smiles at ZOEY'S beauty and catches himself.
MATTHEW:
So, uh, now that you're here-
ZOEY:
Zoey.
ZOEY takes his hand and shakes it.
MATTHEW:
Zoey. Now, that you're here-
ZOEY:
You're really bad at this. And you are?
MATTHEW pulls his hand away.
MATTHEW:
Oh, right. I'm Matthew. Nice to meet you.
ZOEY looks out the window and smiles.
ZOEY:
The pleasure's all yours. The highway
on-ramp is three lights up on the right.
MATTHEW:
Really? Thanks. You're a life-saver,
Zoey.
ZOEY:
You don't want me to leave the car.
MATTHEW:
What?
ZOEY:
You don't want me to leave the car.
Otherwise, you would have taken it out
of park and asked where you could drop
me off.
MATTHEW:
Oh, hey. I'm not trying to kidnap you or
anything-
ZOEY laughs and brushes her wet hair out of her face.
ZOEY:
Relax, cowboy. I can see pervs coming a
mile away. You don't strike me as a
weirdo. Plus, you're a wimp. I could
totally take you.
MATTHEW:
What? No way.
ZOEY:
Yes, way. I get a good vibe from you,
Matthew. So what's our deal tonight?
MATTHEW:
Well, like I said, I'm trying to find the-
ZOEY:
Liar. Just drive already.
MATTHEW:
What? I'm not a liar.
She reaches over and puts the car in gear.
MATTHEW:
Hey!
MATTHEW steps on the brake.
ZOEY:
I've seen you around here before. You work
nearby, I'm pretty sure. Plus we're friends
on Instagram, jackass. So what's the real
reason you've been doing laps around the
block?
MATTHEW steps on the gas and the car pulls away from the curb.
MATTHEW:
Fine. What's the difference? I need to brake
into the office where I work. My boss is
trying to frame me. If I don't do something
about it, he'll fire me Monday morning. Still
want to be my friend on Instagram?
ZOEY:
Braking and entering? You? You'd better take
me along.
MATTHEW:
What? Why would I do that?
ZOEY:
You're obviously an amateur. You'll probably
walk around putting your grubby fingerprints
on everything. Plus, I know how to watch your
back, too.
MATTHEW:
What makes you think I need your help?
ZOEY:
Why did you ask me to get in the car then?
MATTHEW:
It was raining and I was lost and-
ZOEY:
And now I found you. Red light! Jesus!
MATTHEW slams on the brakes.
MATTHEW:
Sorry. I just got caught up.
The light changes and MATTHEW steps on the gas.
ZOEY:
Or did you pick me up because I'm hot?
MATTHEW:
What? No, I-
ZOEY:
You want to peel my wet clothes off right
here, right now, don't you?
MATTHEW:
What? I, uh-
ZOEY:
And so you should. Packages like this don't
show up on your doorstep every night. Meow.
Red light! Shit!
MATTHEW slams on the brakes again.
MATTHEW:
What's your deal, lady?
ZOEY:
I'm your new partner in crime, chucklehead.
Now, get your head out of the gutter and
ZOEY (CONT’D)
focus. Now, what exactly are we stealing
tonight?
MATTHEW:
ZOEY:
That's a new one. Wahoo!
MATTHEW reacts in surprise.
MATTHEW:
What the hell was that for?
ZOEY:
We're on an adventure, sourpuss! Live a
little.
ZOEY tickles him and he coasts through an intersection.
MATTHEW:
Stop it! You're gonna make me piss myself!
She tickles him more.
ZOEY:
Not until you howl for me, Matthew! Aroo!
MATTHEW is laughing so hard he has tears on his cheeks.
MATTHEW:
Okay, okay. Aroo! Listen to me, I'm howling!
Aroo!
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MATTHEW and ZOEY are sneaking through a dimly lit hallway. MATTHEW stops at the door to the office and takes out a credit card. He tries to jimmy the lock but it won't budge.
MATTHEW:
They make it look so easy in the movies.
ZOEY caresses the keypad of the secured entry.
ZOEY:
Hey, how many numbers for this?
MATTHEW:
Four. But I don't even know one of them.
ZOEY:
Most busy people like to keep things like
this simple and easy to remember. One, two,
three, four.
Red letters appear on the small screen reading: ACCESS DENIED.
MATTHEW:
One, two, three, four? Are you kidding me?
ZOEY:
Pay attention, hot stuff. You might learn
something. Four, three, two, one. Open sesame.
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