When Night Is Falling Page #2

as it were.

-Well, we're both...

very committed to each other.

Well, you want to skip

the restaurant, then?

-Well, in fact,

I should get some grading done.

-Yeah. I don't really know

what I'm going to speak about

yet anyway.

-No?

-You sure you're going

to be okay about Bob?

-Sure.

-Okay.

Bye, then.

-Bye.

-Easy, easy. What is this?!

[ background chatter]

-Excuse me.

[ a woman ]:
Okay, next!

-I'm sorry,

I'm looking for, uh...

-What do you do?

-Uh, I teach mythology.

-That's new. And?

-And I'm just looking

for someone.

-And what happens?

-This is funny.

I'm not an acting person.

I have her laundry, you see?

Petra Soft?

-Oh, I see,

you have her laundry.

Uh... she's right over there.

-Thanks.

-Timothy?

Are you gonna look at these?

We don't wanna have

to call them back.

-Honey, I'll be with you

when I'm free.

Right now, however,

I am... occupied.

-Right. You're occupied...

Okay, next!

-Okay, Tim, can we bring in

a third one?

-Unfortunately, I only have

two hands available, you know?

-Does that mean "no"?

-Uh-huh.

-Excuse me...

Can I talk to you for a moment?

-Oh, yeah. Uh... Tim,

could we call it a night?

-Uh, Petra,

before we call it a night,

I have an idea I'd like to try,

and my idea is...

Uh... Okay, it's a night.

It's a night, go.

-Hello.

-Hi.

-Uh... A funny thing happened.

l don't know if you've checked

your laundry yet,

but I think we did a switcheroo

by mistake.

-A switcheroo, yeah.

I did realize that. How are you?

Are you feeling better?

-Oh, yeah, yeah. Much better.

I... I wanted to thank you...

[ all ]:
Ah...

[ Timothy ]:
Sh*t!

[ Tory ]:
Timothy!

[ Timothy ]:
Marcus!

[ Tory ]:
Don't panic, everyone.

Perhaps the electricity is

a little too much to ask for...

[ Timothy ]:
Why do I have

to do everything myself?!

-Come back to my trailer.

I've got your stuff there.

-Don't worry, honey,

I'm getting it fixed.

-''Don't worry, honey''...

That's what you said just before

the tent went up in flames!

-One small fire and

I'm responsible every time

some little problem...

Just keep your hair

on your head!

-Thanks, I will.

-So my name's Petra, by the way.

-Yeah, I saw that on your card.

And mine is Camille Bak...

Camille.

-Camille. That's nice.

I like it.

It's like 'come here'.

It's nice.

[ loud growling ]

-Hey, Petra!

-Shut up, Jim.

So your accent,

is that from Quebec?

-Yeah, originally from Quebec.

But my father was a minister,

so I moved around a lot.

-Well, this is my house.

-Oh, well...

This is really... nifty.

-Yeah, I like it.

I wanna do that wall in some

kind of fun-fur and slate

or something,

but slate's really expensive.

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