The Bionic Woman Page #5

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ERIC (CONT'D)

Gotta get back across the street.

Let's just -- are we still on for

dinner?

JAIME:

(doubtfully)

I don't know, I've got a lot to mphhh -

She's totally cut off as he KISSES her, serious, intense.

He pulls back -- Jaime can't help but SMILE up at him -

-- and then she notices that people are STARING at them.

Behind the counter, Maggie is SMIRKING mightily.

JAIME (CONT'D)

(low)

We go dutch. And I choose the

restaurant.

ERIC:

Pick you up tonight.

He takes off, loping quickly across the street to the

HOSPITAL. Jaime straightens her hair, trying not to blush

too hard as she comes behind the counter.

INT. APARTMENT -- NIGHT

Someone is KNOCKING at the door as Jaime quickly gets her

stuff together. Becca trails her, not happy.

BECCA:

I don't need a babysitter. It's

insulting.

JAIME:

It's insurance.

12.

Jaime opens the door -- MRS. ARAKELIAN stands in the hall,

holding a large POT, a stack of something made of YARN, and

a small paper bag.

MRS. ARAKELIAN

I brought mufflers.

She pulls out the yarn, revealing that it is indeed two

MUFFLERS, handknitted.

BECCA:

Yeah, it's been snowing indoors a

lot lately.

Becca goes into her room, SHUTS the door decisively.

JAIME:

Maybe I shouldn't go -

MRS. ARAKELIAN

(shrugging)

Maybe I should stuff a muffler down

her throat. Go. Me, I hope you

stay all night. What's wrong with

her, you can't fix.

(carrying the pot)

I'll just put this in the fridge.

It's fish.

JAIME:

(a little nervous)

What kind of fish?

MRS. ARAKELIAN

Big. With a head.

Mrs. Arakelian crosses to the fridge.

MRS. ARAKELIAN (CONT'D)

It's good for you. You need protein.

JAIME:

Thanks, but I'm over the stomach

thing, really -

MRS. ARAKELIAN

You know, before I came to this

country, I worked for years in the

hospital in Yerevan.

(moving things around

in the fridge)

I was the best, the best -- all the

doctors ask for me. "I want Baba

Nika," they say, "get me Baba Nika!"

Triumphantly, she shoves the pot into the fridge, turns back

to Jaime.

13.

MRS. ARAKELIAN (CONT'D)

I knew things even they didn't know.

Mrs. Arakelian hands her the small paper bag, closes Jaime's

hand over it.

MRS. ARAKELIAN (CONT'D)

The best.

(pats her hand)

You stay out all night. Go ahead.

Jaime meets her eyes, confused, then looks down quizzically

at the small bag.

EXT. CAR ON BLUFF -- NIGHT

JAIME AND ERIC sit on the hood of Eric's CAR, parked on a

bluff off a windy road. The OCEAN is CRASHING against the

ragged cliff far below; the road is DESERTED.

They're unpacking fast food bags. Eric pulls out his fries;

Jaime is oddly QUIET, looking DISTRACTED.

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