EXT. BOSTON - CITY STREETS - NIGHT
A POLICE CRUISER flings itself down a city block, sirens
screaming, tailing a GRUNGY SEDAN.
The two do their best stock car impressions, hopping in and
out of traffic, jockeying to gain the upper hand --
The sedan gambles on a skidding turn around a corner. The cop
calls. Raises. Takes the turn at speed.
BOOM -- a throng of trash cans topple. Game over.
As they continue to race off in search of danger, CAMERA
hangs behind and VOLUME BARS appear on screen, ticking up.
Camera floats backward through the electromagnetic waves and
wider to REVEAL... that this has all been on a TELEVISION.
INT. TESS & JENNA’S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
The volume ticks up again as camera loses interest in the TV,
turning its attention toward a nearby bedroom to hear:
GRUNTING AND MOANING. Yes, that kind.
INT. TESS’ BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
Now inside the bedroom, the noises are clearly coming from
TESS, 29, and her date-of-the-night, CLINGER, whose real name
Tess is a walking tornado: a whirlwind force of nature who’s
probably sucked up at least one of every drug at some point.
Clinger slinks down under the sheets, now going down on Tess
with boisterous enthusiasm. Tess, however, couldn’t be more
bored. She’s on her PHONE, texting someone named JENNA:
“THE COPS ARE CHASING THE GUYS”
“WOW THAT WAS POETRY DID YOU GO TO OXFORD”
“AREN’T YOU A LITTLE BUSY RIGHT NOW”
Tess snaps a PHOTO with Clinger under the sheets. Send.
“LOVE YOU TOO”
Tess hides the phone and taps Clinger on the shoulder. He
rises from the sheets with a doe-eyed grin.
What’s wrong, Tessy-Wes?
Nothing. I’m just tapping out.
Have you orgasmed?
I have before, yes.
I can keep going if you want.
Tonight is Ladies’ Night.
Oh... no. And let’s maybe not call
it that. But thank you.
Just the kind of guy I am. I’m a
giver, not a taker.
Good, because “taker” sounds a
Clinger laughs, too hard.
Tess, you’re like, super funny.
He yawns, snuggling up to Tess. The last thing she wants.
Wellp, I guess it’s about time you-
Fell asleep here... ugh...
Wide-eyed and trapped, Tess lies still until he falls asleep.
After he does, she wiggles out from under him.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
MOVING BOXES are scattered around the apartment. JENNA, 29,
Tess’ roommate and best friend, packs a box and watches TV.
Jenna has a timid charm that she’s been trying for years to
replace with edge -- like a teenager who could never fully
commit to her punk phase.
Tess enters and makes her way to the couch. GWEN, 20s, their
clingy idiot third roommate, is unfortunately also present.
Hi, my name is Jenna and I’d like
to take a moment to talk to you
about personal space.
She sits next to Jenna and immediately reaches for her wine.
Exhibit A, your honor!
I don’t want a full glass!
You can share mine.
You have mono.
That was like two years ago.
Jenna yanks the glass as Tess talks to Gwen, spilling wine.
Thanks a lot, Gwen.
Tess reaches into a nearby BOX and pulls out a shirt.
Dude, I just finished packing that.
Don’t remind me.
She swaps her shirt, putting Jenna’s new one on.
Who am I supposed to hang out with
once you’re gone? Her?