Scene 1 from an untitled script.

(Interior garage. Tom is sitting in a car, fast asleep in the driver's seat as Bryan approaches)

Bryan:
(knocks on driver's side window) Hello? Hey, wake up.

Tom:
(sounding half asleep) Yeah. Whaada you want?

Bryan:
An explaination, for one, and about $27 in gas for the other.

Tom:
You know, I knew this would happen.

Bryan:
Really. What?

Tom:
That despite my best efforts, you would find me here, kinda not dead.

Bryan:
Well, I saw the towels stuffed under the door cracks and the needle on empty, so I figured something was up. Look in the glove compartment.

Tom:
Huh?

Bryan:
Just open the glove comparement and look at the emmissions test

Tom:
(leans over and pulls out a piece of paper) Yeah... My luck.

Bryan:
Catalytic converter. Carbon monoxide 0%. You owe me a tank of gas... and an explaination.

Tom:
I don't really feel like... okay. You're not going to kill me for this, right?

Bryan:
You were trying to kill you. I don't think you should be so worried about what I'm going to do. Especially if you screwed up my injectors.

Tom:
Man, show some heart. Felicity left.

Bryan:
Felicity? You knew someone named Felicity?

Tom:
You know her. She was at the New Years party dressed as...

Bryan:
...one of the Cats?

Tom:
the cats?

Bryan:
You know, from Cats.

Tom:
No, but that would have been worth seeing. She was dressed as Morticia Addams.

Bryan:
This surprises me in what way?

Tom:
She dumped me for a dude who claims he's a vampire.

Bryan:
Um... Tom. Do you really need that in your life? I mean, think about it. If she didn't ride off into the sunset with Count Chocula, it would have been Casper. How could you compete? There are no holes in your body that you weren't born with. You have a tan. You are simply out of her league.

Tom:
I have a tatoo.

Bryan:
How long have I known you? It's a birthmark. It was a birthmark when you were six, and it's still a birthmark now.

Tom:
Your point?

Bryan:
Look, you're out of what was probably going to be a letdown situation anyway... go on with your life.

Tom:
But Felicity...

Bryan:
Felicity? Who names their kid Felicity anyhow? It's not a name, it's a way you feel when you've run out of adjectives...

Tom:
You just don't understand.

Bryan:
I understand better than you think. You've got to stop this "Chasing the wrong girl" thing. It's not healthy.

Tom:
I need some time to think.

Bryan:
Do that...

(Tom gets out of the car and heads into the house.)

Bryan:
...and don't forget my gas money...

Return to the library.
Back to the shell.

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