Lost in America Page #2

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4INT. BATHROOM - NEXT MORNING

David is brushing his teeth. He stops for a minute

and looks in the mirror. He starts talking, pretend-

ing the face he's seeing is the one of his boss.

DAVID:

What can I say? I'd be a liar if

I tell you I'm surprised. I do

feel it's deserved but yes, I

still am flattered... That's very

nice. Thank you... Oh, stop,

please. I've never been good

at taking too many compliments

at once... Well, I feel the

same way about you.

Nancy walks in during this. She watches him for a bit.

NANCY:

(interrupting him)

What are you doing?

DAVID:

(caught off guard)

Why? Nothing.

NANCY:

Who are you talking to?

DAVID:

I'm not talking to anybody.

What is it?

NANCY:

I'm leaving now. Mr. Taft will

be there in twenty minutes.

Please be on time.

DAVID:

Wait a second. I can't do this

today. I can't choose tiles.

This is my big day. Please?

You do it.

NANCY:

We're trying to do this together.

I think it's important.

DAVID:

I'm very nervous and it's your

kitchen anyway. You'll make

the right choice.

NANCY:

You're in the kitchen more than

I am.

DAVID:

But I'm not thinking about

anything when I'm in the kitchen.

I don't really care.

NANCY:

We said we would make these

decisions together.

DAVID:

Come on. It's just today.

NANCY:

(exasperated, turn-

ing around and

leaving)

Fine.

DAVID:

Please don't be mad.

NANCY:

I'm not mad.

After a moment, she comes back in.

NANCY:

(continuing)

Good luck. You'll get it. You

deserve it.

Nancy exits.

DAVID:

Thank you. And I trust any

decision you make. You have

great taste.

There's no answer.

DAVID:

(continuing; call-

ing after her)

Really, you have great taste.

(turns back around

to the mirror)

I'm sorry. That was my wife...

Yes, she has wonderful taste.

She's going to choose the whole

tile thing herself. Originally,

we were going to do it together

but it's nice to be able to trust

someone, don't you think?...

Well, that's very nice. I trust

you, too. Hey!... When our house

is finished maybe you'd like to

come over and play tennis... No,

but we might put one in.

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5EXT. WILSHIRE BLVD. OFFICE BUILDING - DAY

We see David pulling into the garage.

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6INT. MAJOR ADVERTISING AGENCY - DAY

David is walking down the corridor towards his office.

He's saying "Hello"'s to various people. He comes to

his own office. There we see his secretary, SUSAN, on

the telephone. Obviously, she's making a personal call

and she hangs up abnormally fast as soon as she sees

David.

DAVID:

Morning.

SUSAN:

Good morning. Your meeting is

in forty-five minutes.

DAVID:

Oh my God. What time is it now?

SUSAN:

Ten-thirty.

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