Scene 9 - At the Drugstore

(Well-dressed black man in dark suit walks across camera view. He buys paper in front of store, then walks up to and passes main characters as Bruce and Mary come into camera view. Bruce and Mary continue their direction of travel, walking away from the camera, toward the front door of the store.)

Man: How you doin'?

Mary: (Smiles) Fine.

(Inside store - Bruce and Mary pass through the toy department.)

Mary: Hey look what I can do... (She juggles.)

Bruce: Cool. Here, try some more. (He starts throwing rubber balls at her.)

(This juvenile activity continues until a store employee passes by, giving them the eye. They put the balls away and move on, not before Mary successfully tags Bruce with a rubber ball, bouncing it off of his chest.)

Bruce: K now, calamine lotion and other such sundries are over there somewhere. You take care of your little itch while I got get my mother a birthday card.

Mary: K, Luke!

(Bruce frowns. They separate.)

(Bruce walks up to female clerk.)

Bruce: (To clerk) Excuse me. Could you tell me where your greeting cards might be?

Clerk: (She has a very strange smile.) You want some cards? Playing cards?

Bruce: No. Greeting cards.

Clerk: (Still smiling) Baseball cards? Index cards?

Bruce: I'm sorry. GREETING cards.

Clerk: Greeting cards? You want to know where they might be?

Bruce: Yes, please.

Clerk: Well, they might be just about anywhere. But actually they are down the stairs, to your right. Ha ha. Get it?

Bruce: Thanks.

(Bruce walks to stairs. Big sign that says "greeting cards" with big arrow at stair landing.

(Mary and male clerk at checkout counter. Mary places calamine lotion on counter, smiling at clerk.

Clerk: Hel-lo! What have we here? (Looks at lotion) Got some ID?

Mary: (Smiles, incredulous) ID?

Clerk: Certainly. This is some pretty heady stuff. At least you have to show me the seriousness of the rash, (looks at phone credit card Mary hands him), Mary Born, so I can verify it in my report.

Mary: (Thinking. Pause.) Okay. (Turns around, lifts hair, pulls out back of T-shirt neck to that clerk can look down back of her shirt)

Clerk: Hel-lo! Got it on your back, huh?

Mary: God! Everybody's getting on me!

(Bruce walks toward camera, reading card he has selected for his Mom. He looks up, taking in the youngblood flirt scene at the checkout counter. He smiles, walking up behind Mary in line. This shot is now from Bruce's perspective. Mary looks over, smiles up at Bruce (camera). She then turns around to look at clerk.)

Mary: You know what? I don't have any money. (She turns around to Bruce, placing both hands against his chest, leaning on him slightly, lifting her right leg. She says more intimately) I don't have any money.

(Clerk gives Mary an incriminating look.)

Bruce: (To clerk) You can put it all together.

Clerk: (To Mary) You were that close to debtor's prison. (To Bruce) I'd make her let you put it on for her. I hear she got it on her back...

(Mary laughs, throwing her head back.)

(Bruce takes out his ATM card and begins to swipe it through the slot.)

(Close up of Mary as she stands, smiling, not looking at anything in particular.)

Bruce: (To clerk as he takes receipt) Thanks a lot.

Clerk: (As Bruce and Mary walk away) Have a good one.