Post by Aerie on Jul 30, 2006 17:16:03 GMT -5
(At Logan’s apartment, Bling is cleaning an exercise machine. Max enters, carrying a shopping bag.)
MAX: Hey.
BLING: Hey.
MAX: Check it out.
(Max pulls out a plucked chicken from her bag.)
BLING: Haven’t seen one of those in a while.
MAX: Scored it at the farmer’s market. Thought Logan might want to whip up one of his spur-of-the-moment culinary miracles. He around?
BLING: He went for a walk.
MAX: A walk?
BLING: Down by the waterfront.
(At the waterfront, Logan is standing barefoot at the water’s edge, using a cane. Max walks onto the beach and watches him for a moment.)
MAX: Hey. No trespassing. (Points to a sign) Can’t you read?
LOGAN: Take off your shoes and come here.
MAX (Taking off her shoes): I left you a little present back at your place - a fresh chicken.
LOGAN: Oh, wow. I see a poulet chez Cale in your future, with a bottle of pre-Pulse Nuits St. George. Say, around...8:00?
MAX: I was hoping you’d say that.
LOGAN: It’s beautiful, isn’t it?
(They look out over the water.)
LOGAN: And it’s funny. For the first time in a long time, I feel like anything...and everything...is possible.
(Logan steps into the water. Max smiles.)
MAX: Aren’t you cold?
LOGAN (smiling): Freezing. But it feels great.
(He holds out his hand in an invitation to join him in the water. Max declines, shaking her head. Logan uses his cane to hook her arm and pulls her in close. They smile at each other for a moment, until a hoverdrone flies overhead. Max hides her face.)
HOVERDRONE VOICE: This is a restricted area. Repeat: This is a restricted area.
MAX: I hate those things.
LOGAN: Yeah. We better go.
MAX: Guess so.
(They put on their shoes.)
LOGAN: So, I’ll see you tonight?
MAX: 8 o'clock.
LOGAN: Sharp.
MAX: I should get to work.
LOGAN: Yeah, I gotta head home.
MAX: Bye.
LOGAN: Bye.
(Logan and Max walk off in opposite directions. They both stop, turn around, and pass each other.)
MAX: Wrong way.
LOGAN (At the same time): Wrong way.
MAX: Hey.
BLING: Hey.
MAX: Check it out.
(Max pulls out a plucked chicken from her bag.)
BLING: Haven’t seen one of those in a while.
MAX: Scored it at the farmer’s market. Thought Logan might want to whip up one of his spur-of-the-moment culinary miracles. He around?
BLING: He went for a walk.
MAX: A walk?
BLING: Down by the waterfront.
(At the waterfront, Logan is standing barefoot at the water’s edge, using a cane. Max walks onto the beach and watches him for a moment.)
MAX: Hey. No trespassing. (Points to a sign) Can’t you read?
LOGAN: Take off your shoes and come here.
MAX (Taking off her shoes): I left you a little present back at your place - a fresh chicken.
LOGAN: Oh, wow. I see a poulet chez Cale in your future, with a bottle of pre-Pulse Nuits St. George. Say, around...8:00?
MAX: I was hoping you’d say that.
LOGAN: It’s beautiful, isn’t it?
(They look out over the water.)
LOGAN: And it’s funny. For the first time in a long time, I feel like anything...and everything...is possible.
(Logan steps into the water. Max smiles.)
MAX: Aren’t you cold?
LOGAN (smiling): Freezing. But it feels great.
(He holds out his hand in an invitation to join him in the water. Max declines, shaking her head. Logan uses his cane to hook her arm and pulls her in close. They smile at each other for a moment, until a hoverdrone flies overhead. Max hides her face.)
HOVERDRONE VOICE: This is a restricted area. Repeat: This is a restricted area.
MAX: I hate those things.
LOGAN: Yeah. We better go.
MAX: Guess so.
(They put on their shoes.)
LOGAN: So, I’ll see you tonight?
MAX: 8 o'clock.
LOGAN: Sharp.
MAX: I should get to work.
LOGAN: Yeah, I gotta head home.
MAX: Bye.
LOGAN: Bye.
(Logan and Max walk off in opposite directions. They both stop, turn around, and pass each other.)
MAX: Wrong way.
LOGAN (At the same time): Wrong way.
