Loitering with Intent Page #3

- You don't look like an Ava.

What does an Ava look like.

You change your name?

Let me see your ID.

Got your passport?

Some outfit you have on. Is your

name Lawrence by any chance?

Of Arabia? Close,

Raphael, of Brooklyn.

You wanna borrow this?

I got this one in Marrakesh,

Okay, Ava, Ava, here's the, um...

Raphael, Brooklyn and I,

we really need to be alone.

So, um...

What you doing here?

Planting flowers.

I'm doing Gigi a favor.

My friend Carl is going to do a

shoot here in a couple of weeks.

Okay, Gigi, she didn't tell me

anything about this.

Don't worry about it.

We're the king of this castle.

Something wrong?

Here's the thing, Ava.

We're up here to write.

- We've been contracted to write a screenplay.

- We have nine days to finish.

I'll be very quiet.

Like a mouse.

Like a mouse.

I'm staying out in the trailer.

Well, why you doing that?

- Why not?

- Okay, see. I just wanna set the right tone.

The tone is set.

Now look.

That girl is very hot.

- I can see that.

- Just stay calm.

I can't control the b*tches worldwide.

Yeah, okay, this...

This is gonna be a problem.

- It's probably Karl Lagerfeld.

- What?

Why are we whispering?

What, what?

Her friend who's gonna

shoot here in a couple of weeks.

It's probably Karl Lagerfeld,

the famous designer.

Yes, I know who he is, b*tch.

What are you guys whispering about?

Ingmar Bergman.

I told you.

We don't trust something about her, correct?

We don't trust something

about anyone. We're detectives.

Why hasn't she

gone to the police?

She wants to keep it

out of the paper.

Wants to use discretion doesn't

want anything to go on record.

She's got an aversion to celebrity culture.

Are you guys going somewhere?

- Yeah.

- No.

Why?

You're sitting in your car. I was hoping

you could give me a lift to the store.

- We can't.

- Absolutely. Why not?

Okay, I'm gonna walk then.

Do you guys need anything?

- No, no thank you. We're cool.

- Do you want some Red Bull?

- Are you kidding?

- For the writing.

No we're keeping it clean.

Okay.

Bye.

Ava, can you get me some bittersweet

chocolate, some vanilla ice cream,

some cookies and maybe some beef jerky.

- Don't go crazy. Just get one or the other.

- Worry about yourself, damn!

Ava!

Just make it vanilla swiss almond!

- Okay.

- And some condoms.

- I think you should f*** her.

- I'm absolutely not going to f*** her!

- It'll open you wide up.

- I'm here to write.

- I'm writing!

- You can do both.

- Are you drinking a Red Bull?

- It's Prosecco.

That's Red Bull.

Why would you drink that?

You wanna work all night?

You wanna be a big time writer?

Try something before you dismiss it!

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