Scene 11 - Great America

(Bruce's car approaches entrance of Great America. The parking lot is closed as the park is filled to capacity. There is a sign explaining such, but please come back soon to Great America.)

(Bruce and Mary, sitting in car, reading sign. Now what are they going to do?)

Bruce: (Thinks a bit) I'm sorry.

Mary: What do you mean?

Bruce: Well, I know all of your friends are in there.

Mary: (Smiles, looks down) That's all right. (Pause, then looks over to Bruce) Now what are we going to do?

Bruce: Well, I guess I should ty to get a message to Carol somehow.

Mary: (Looking down again) Why?

Bruce: So she won't worry about you.

Mary: (Looks at Bruce) So she won't worry about us.

Bruce: Okay, us. (Pause) Happy now?

Mary: (Musing, with a smile. Suddenly) Hey! Did you hear how they have Walt Disney's brain like in suspended animation underneath the Pirates of the Caribbean?

Bruce: Caribbean...

Mary: Shut up... Did you?

Bruce: I think it's your brain that's in suspended animation. Where the devil did you hear that?

Mary: Amica told me.

(Bruce sighs.)

Mary: We talk about a lot of stuff. (Pause) Stuff that would probably make you wet your pants. (Mary glances at Bruce's lap.)

Bruce: Yeah, well, I think you and little Miss Rona Barett would be better off if you concentrated on your swings instead of trying to make my life miserable, matching me up with poor Carol.

(Mary thinks about this. Smiles.)

Mary: Hey! That's what we can do!

Bruce: What? Go to Disneyland?

Mary: No...

Bruce: Go to a flotation tank?

Mary: No, silly. We can go to the batting cage! (Pause. She looks at Bruce.) Got any quarters?

(Camera pauses on Mary.)

(Sudden scene change. Close up of a wrist watch and arm. We hear amusement park noises in the background. Medium shot of Carol lowering her arm, looking up. Carol is sitting by a large fountain, legs tucked, her chin resting on her knees. She looks around impatiently, dejected.)

(Distant shot of Carol in same position. Camera height is such that we see Carol sitting amidst a sea of legs passing by between her and camera. Carol looks like a lost child.)

(Fade)