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BRODY:

Right before I go to bed. (THEN) So,

um, what floor do you work on?

JENNIFER:

I’m right here. Ground floor. Right

through that door.

SHE POINTS AT A DOOR IN THE CORNER OF THE LOBBY THAT SAYS

“BUILDING SUPPORT”.

BRODY:

There's offices down here? I thought

that was just electrical equipment and

pipes and stuff.

JENNIFER:

Yeah, past that.

BRODY:

So... I guess we should talk about the

other night--

JENNIFER:

We don’t have to. I think the high

five covered it. See ya.

SHE HEADS TO HER OFFICE.

OLDER WOMAN:

She left quick.

BRODY:

Yeah, she does that.

BRODY LOOKS UP TO SEE HER WALK OFF THROUGH THE DOOR.

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ACT ONE:

SCENE D:

INT. GROUND FLOOR BULLPEN - MORNING (DAY THREE)

(JENNIFER, DERRICK, HARVARD)

THIS CRAPPY OFFICE (EXPOSED PIPES) HOUSES THE BUILDING

SUPPORT STAFF. JENNIFER, THE QUEEN BEE, IS AT HER DESK.

DERRICK MAYS (BLACK, EARLY 20'S, LAID BACK, UP FOR ANYTHING)

IS AT HIS. MARK SHRAKE, “HARVARD” (EARLY 20'S, CLASSIC KNOWIT-

ALL WHO KNOWS NOTHING), TALKS, ANNOYED, TO JENNIFER AS HE

SCANS DOCUMENTS FROM A HUGE PILE INTO A SCANNER.

HARVARD:

You slept with an upstairs guy? I

thought we hated those guys.

JENNIFER:

Sorry, Harvard. My one-night-stand

alarm went off. I only do those

bianually.

HARVARD:

(TO DERRICK) That means there was

another chick there, and they did some

butt stuff.

JENNIFER:

It doesn’t mean that. (ANSWERS PHONE)

Building support. No, Jose, you’re in

the wrong bathroom. Wrong basura.

The toilet’s broken in the eighth

floor, ladies room. But knock

first... Knock first. (TO ROOM)

Anyone? Spanish for ‘knock first?’

WE HEAR HIGH-PITCHED COMMOTION ON PHONE. AS SHE HANGS UP:

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JENNIFER (CONT’D)

Forget it.

HARVARD:

So did you spend all weekend with this

guy?

JENNIFER:

Nope, I was with my mom. She finally

sold her house. Kinda sad ‘cause it’s

the one I grew up in.

DERRICK:

How much did she get for it?

JENNIFER:

Well, it’s a thirty-year-old R.V. so

not a lot. She got fifty bucks, a

case of beer and a ride to my uncle’s

house.

DERRICK:

Not bad.

HARVARD:

You hook up at the party, man?

DERRICK:

Yeah. Cuban chick. Slammin’ bod.

Has the cutest dimple right here when

she smiles.

HARVARD:

Sweet. What’s her name?

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