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INT – PANCAKE HUT TABLE SIXTEEN - NIGHT

 

thursday, August 10, 2000.  12:37am

 

JEFF sits alone writing.

 

‘Moving in Stereo’ by the Cars plays overhead.

 

Tediously stacked dictionaries, torn blue Equal packets and a ragged orange and yellow Power Records bag propagate the disorganization at table sixteen.  

 

JEFF wipes up the spilled Coke then takes a swig from his iceless glass.  

 

‘Ice Ice Baby’ plays for a second, then ‘Moving in Stereo’ resumes.

 

JEFF grins and looks towards the heavens.

JEFF (V.O)

Fast Times at Ridgemont High.  

 

JEFF then looks toward EVETTE who sashays effortlessly through the restaurant serving food and doing side work.  

 

JEFF sets the pen down.  

 

JEFF (V.O)(CONT’D)

It almost looks like she is smiling at me.  

 

JEFF squints.  JEFF’S focus blurs as visions of THERESA superimpose with EVETTE.  

 

JEFF (V.O)(CONT’D)

Theresa.

 

THERESA is dressed in a tight leather skirt and her image walks SUPERIMPOSED with EVETTE, who is clad in the Pancake Hut uniform.  

 

The MORPHED COMPOSITE IMAGE of EVETTE and THERESA turns and approaches him.

 

JEFF (V.O)(CONT’D)

She has a smile on her face!  

 

JEFF shakes his head in awe.  

 

Soon the feminine vision becomes EVETTE completely. 

 

Everything is in slow motion.  

 

EVETTE approaches and begins taking off her uniform.  

 

JEFF (V.O.)(CONT’D)

Evette.

 

The bell skirt falls to the floor revealing the contours of her flawless form.  

 

We follow the outline of her sexy legs past her panties, careening over her torso to reveal, just above her spectacular bosom, THERESA’S angelic smile.  

 

Her blouse opens revealing a frilly lace bra.  We pan down past her flat stomach to the bell skirt bunched up at her ankles.

 

EVETTE’S image throws the blouse aside.  

 

EVETTE is smiling seductively in bra and panties as her lips part.

 

THERESA (V.O.)

Hi Jeff.

 

EVETTE steps out of the bell skirt and moves her lips

 

JEFF, in a daze, keeps smiling.

EVETTE (V.O)

Hi Jeff.

 

JEFF shakes his head.

 

LISA-ANN (V.O.)

I said ‘hi, Jeff’.

 

JEFF shakes his head, again.

 

JEFF

Um—uh.

 

Close up on LISA-ANN’S face.

 

LISA-ANN

You were staring.

 

Cut to full screen where we now see LISA-ANN and JEFF seated together at table sixteen.

 

JEFF

Was I? 

 

EVETTE, fully clothed, is jotting down an order at table twelve.

 

LISA-ANN

So what’s up?

JEFF

Oh, I was just thinking.

 

LISA-ANN

About what?

 

JEFF

I’m sick of Dick at work. 

 

LISA-ANN

(giggling)

I’d never get sick of Dick at work!  Your boss, you mean?

 

JEFF

Yeah, he just won’t leave me alone.

 

LISA-ANN

That sucks.  I just got back from a really funny movie.  I think you would love it.  ‘High Fidelity.’  It stars John Cusack and he works at a record store just like you!

 

JEFF

Sounds cool! No, I’m depressed again.

 

LISA-ANN

Yeah Julie’s a real slut.

 

JEFF

Julie? Hell no.  I don’t care about her anymore.

 

LISA-ANN

So let me guess, you’re thinking about Theresa again?

 

JEFF

Yes!  How’d you guess?

 

LISA-ANN

Call it woman’s intuition.

JEFF

Leese, I can’t get her out of my head, no matter what I do! Do you realize I’ve only dated two women in the last three years?

 

LISA-ANN

Really, just two?  What about that girl who walked out on us when you were reading your ‘Repugnant Filth’ poem?

 

JEFF

Well that wasn’t a real date.  No, between Theresa and Julie I only dated one other girl; this girl named Kim.

 

LISA-ANN

Kim, the probation officer?

 

JEFF

She was a parole officer for sex offenders.  I met her on the Internet, we dated for less than a month, and then, out of the blue, she just changed her phone number.

 

LISA-ANN

Maybe she saw your name on some pedophile watch list—after all, you did order five-hundred copies of Britney Spears! 

 

JEFF

It was only three-hundred! 

 

LISA-ANN

What is she, like twelve?

 

JEFF

No!  By the time they sold out, she was eighteen!  

 

LISA-ANN

Well the sex couldn’t have been that good if she was prosecuting sex freaks.

JEFF

She wasn’t a prosecutor, she was a parole officer. Besides, she wouldn’t remember me now anyway.  She lives way out in Beaverton.  I’d never be able to find my way there on public transportation.  You know how messed up the roads are on the west side.

 

LISA-ANN

You really should get a car.

 

JEFF gives her his ‘I’ve heard that a million times, why don’t you shut up’ face.

 

LISA-ANN (CONT’D)

So you think she changed her phone number on purpose to avoid you?

 

JEFF contorts his face again, this time his ‘like duh’ look of agreement.

 

LISA-ANN

What about e-mail, you met her on the Internet, didn’t you?

 

JEFF

Well, she must have had my address blocked. 

 

LISA-ANN

Hmm, you can do that?  That seems pretty extreme.