21. 7:00 p.m. - 7:30 p.m.

FADE IN:

EXT. ROOFTOP -- NIGHT

LAUR, 28, short blonde hair tucked away from a sweetly freckled face.º She takes a drag of her cigarette, passes it to DOBBS (30, out of shape, but not completely unattractive). He holds it. Doesn't put it anywhere near his mouth.

She lies down--back to tar. Looks straight up. Exhales.

          LAUR
     Because I don't want to.

          DOBBS
      Why?

          LAUR
      It'll end up like me.

          DOBBS
      No, it won't.

          LAUR
      You want to?

          DOBBS
      I want what you want.

          LAUR
      That's no answer.

          DOBBS
      It's my answer.

She puts her hand out. He passes the cigarette.

          LAUR
      Well, it's up to me. What do you think of that?

          DOBBS
      Yes, it's up to you.

          LAUR
      Why don't you ever get mad?

          DOBBS
      I get mad.

          LAUR
      We gonna talk or you gonna pretend I'm one of the others?

          DOBBS
      We're gonna talk. We're talking.

          LAUR
      Do you know what an imp of the perverse is.

          DOBBS
      You're blurring your boys.

          LAUR
      What do you mean.

          DOBBS
      Yes, I know what an imp of the perverse is.

          LAUR
      Can you feel it?

          DOBBS
      Now?

          LAUR
      Yeah. Here on this roof.

          DOBBS
      No.

          LAUR
      You're not drawn to it? The edge?

          DOBBS
      No.

          LAUR
      I am.

More smoking.

          LAUR
      I saw my dad today.

          DOBBS
      How is he?

          LAUR
      You know when you wrote about the apple?º

          DOBBS
      Yes.

          LAUR
      That's what did it. Drew me to you. When I knew we
      were equally damaged.º

          DOBBS
      Please. Don't--.

          LAUR
      What? "Don't be so melodramatic"?

          DOBBS
      You know I wouldn't say that.

          LAUR
      What, then?

          DOBBS
      I was gonna say don't start with the bit.º

She sits up. They're close now.

          LAUR
      You wanna?

          DOBBS
      Not while you're like this.

She pulls off her T-shirt--

          LAUR
      Why? I'm numb. Shake me.

She lies back down, lifts her bottom, pulls off her shorts.

          DOBBS
      The dirt. Your back. The gravel.

          LAUR
      Fine. You be on the bottom.

She pushes him down, climbs on top. Makes for his belt.

          DOBBS
      I said I didn't want to.

She laughs.

          DOBBS (CONT'D)
     What?

          LAUR
      I was just thinking how you volunteering for the bottom is like the       modern-day take on the gentlemen placing his coat in the mud.

They both laugh. She unthreads his belt.

PULL UP --

High above the rooftops.

She continues to undress him as they get smaller and smaller, their laughter floating up up up...

FADE OUT

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