Dave Page #5

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Dave sticks his head inside his office where a Hispanic WOMAN

of about fifty is crying into a tiny lace handkerchief.

INT. DAVE'S OFFICE

DAVE:

(entering)

Lola. What happened?

LOLA (WOMAN)

(turning)

Oh, Meester Kobic... Is no my fault...

I learn on de I.B.M okay? Then they

make me work on de Wang...

(crying again)

No puedo comprendar esta machina...

DAVE:

It's airight. We'll find you something

else.

ANGLE - OUTER OFFICE

He darts back out.

DAVE:

I'll get her something right now.

(beat)

Alice... Have you seen my checkbook?

ALICE:

Dave, I'm your ex-wife. As in Ex

E -- X...

He nods earnestly accepting it for what must be the hundredth

time. Alice sighs and motions toward his desk.

ALICE:

Bottom drawer next to your baseball

glove.

DAVE:

(flashing a smile)

Thanks. You're the best.

CUT TO:

INT. ACCOUNTANCY OFFICE OF "MURRAY BLUM, CPA" - DAY

Dave's best friend MURRAY stands in front of Dave and Lola.

In the b.g. sit four or five women without much to do in

particular.

MURRAY:

Dave, I can't hire anybody else.

He turns toward his desk. Dave follows him down the aisle.

DAVE:

("CONFIDENTIALLY")

This woman's amazing, Murray. She

flies on an I.B.M...

MURRAY:

I don't have enough work for the people

you gave me already.

DAVE:

(lowering his voice)

She's got three kids and the husband's

a diabetic...

(turning to her)

Diabetic?

LOLA:

Si. Diabetico.

She starts to whimper all over again while Dave looks

plaintively at Murray.

DAVE:

Short-term thing. Straight temp job.

Murray looks at him and sighs.

MURRAY:

(beat)

I'll see what I can do.

Dave flashes him a big smile and breathes a sigh of relief.

DAVE:

So you want to go swimming?

MURRAY:

(incredulous)

Dave -- I'm working.

DAVE:

(nodding quickly)

Oh yeah... Me, too.

(beat)

You want to get dinner later?

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