FADE IN:
BLACK AND WHITE/DREAMY
CU: THE SERENE FACE OF A BEATIFIC STATUE
Three people, one after the other, rush by in a blur.
EXT. CHURCHYARD -- AFTERNOON
A stiff WIND. A BRIDE angrily drags her ass out of a church and into its courtyard.
Trees bend their bare, twisted limbs as if to lynch her: snagging her gown, catching at the layers of tulle over her face. She fights them off and storms on. Behind her, TWO MEN try to keep up, the Wind chasing the tails of their morning coats.
The men--tall, aristocratic UNCLE ERNEST and MAMMY, his gentler, younger, queenier male companion--collapse on a bench, while the bride, LEILA SWEET, 18, paces in front of them. Mammy silently reads a letter.
MAMMY
Well, his note claims he's ... dead.
A scowling Ernest rips it out of his hand.
UNCLE ERNEST
(beat)
But he signed it, right?
The answer's written on Mammy's sympathetic face.
UNCLE ERNEST (CONT'D)
And he dotted the "I" in his name with a little happy face?
Can't argue with the facts.
From ABOVE we see the young bride. Her uncles stand around her awkwardly. The uncommon Wind stirs the leaves on the ground. CRANE UP off Leila's face to an ASKEW ANGLE:
LEILA
On my parents' grave, before God, never again will I let some lying clown tell me he loves me, much less agree to marry him for it.
Uncle Ernest steps forward.
UNCLE ERNEST
Nonsense.
LEILA
I'll die first.
UNCLE ERNEST
You'll go to Harvard first.
The camera WIDENS to reveal a trail of clothes leading down the courtyard path through the church's outer gates: dark pants, cummerbund, suspenders, tailed jacket, bow tie, dress shirt and shoes. We imagine an intended GROOM running the streets of New York in his underwear, and incongruously hear the sound of an alarm clock as we...
FADE OUT:
FADE IN:
INT. LEILA'S LOFT -- DAY
BEGIN CREDITS
In total darkness we HEAR the sound of a hand slamming down on the ringing clock, silencing it. Out of the darkness, in POV, an image emerges: that of a mop-topped, sorry-looking dog staring straight at us with a Post-It stuck on his head.
Turn around to find Leila, now 29 years old, and still so fresh and beautiful it defies the laws of nature. So what.
LEILA
'Morning, Paxil.
She pulls the Post-It off his head and reads it.
LEILA (CONT'D)
"Brunch." Okay, boy. Okay.
Leila sits on the side of the bed, rubs her eyes, and then heads for the bathroom. She is wearing a long Harvard T-shirt and socks.
Paxil sits attentively on the bed while we HEAR Leila brushing her teeth.
LEILA (O.S.) (CONT'D)
You want to go to the park later?
Paxil BARKS his approval, as Leila returns, pets his head, and walks towards the kitchen.
LEILA (CONT'D)
Good boy.
Her LOFT is a bit of a shambles: books everywhere, lots of stuff in boxes. Her taste isn't bad, but her homemaking skills seem to be. A planet-themed mobile stands on a table in the living area.
Leila slaps the Post-It next to another on the fridge that reads "WEDDING!". And one which reads "GET A GRIP!". She pulls out a carton of milk, and a bottle of Vitamin C, chugs both from their containers, and pushes the message button on the answering machine. Her sister's voice:
EVY (O.S.)
Hey, it's me. Saturday night. Around...10:30, I think. I hope you're out somewhere, 'cause if not, then you're asleep -- and well, that would just be too pathetic. Anyway, I can't make it to Uncle's tomorrow. Donald and I are, I don't know, choosing linens or something. Let's have breakfast on Monday. I've got the day off. Bye.
Leila walks towards the bedroom to change.
CUT TO:
INT. LEILA'S LOBBY -- DAY
With Paxil in tow, Leila heads out. There are delivery menus strewn all over the floor. She picks them up, with a shake of the head that says she's done it a hundred times before.
CUT TO:
EXT. LEILA'S LOFT -- DAY
A few more menus are littered on the outside stoop, and assorted other rubbish decorates the sidewalk in front of the adjacent SWEET'S MUFFIN SHOP. She cleans all of this up, dumps the whole mess in a trash bin, and walks Paxil around the corner. We notice a "Closed" sign in the shop window.
EXT. ERNEST AND MAMMY'S HOUSE -- DAY
Leila drags a somewhat reluctant Paxil up the steps of an imposing-looking brownstone.
INT. ERNEST AND MAMMY'S HOUSE -- DAY
The door opens on Mammy's generous face. He's eleven years older.
MAMMY
Hello, dear.
LEILA
Hi, Mammy.
After a big hug, Mammy leads them inside. He is wearing an apron, and carrying a glass of Sherry.
They walk into the living room of a beautifully appointed home. Old school. Uncle Ernest sits by the fire barely looking up from his laptop computer.
LEILA (CONT'D)
(to Mammy)
How is he?
UNCLE ERNEST
I hate that. I'm right here.
LEILA
(smiling)
I know you are.
UNCLE ERNEST
I'm not dead yet. I still have...relations.
Ernest notices the dog cowering behind Leila.
UNCLE ERNEST (CONT'D)
And I don't recall inviting YOU to brunch.
(beat)
In civilized countries you would BE brunch.
Paxil makes himself even smaller.
LEILA
I promised him a walk.
UNCLE ERNEST
We all know how seriously you take your promises.
MAMMY
Don't start, Ernest.
UNCLE ERNEST
Who's starting?
Leila comes to peek over his shoulder, as Mammy heads to the kitchen.
LEILA
(childlike)
What do you do exactly?
UNCLE ERNEST
I push the little beans around on the little table until a few of them fall off in my pocket. Then I use those to PAY for all of you.
LEILA
You're quite a grouchy Uncle, aren't you?
Leila produces a bag of fresh coffee beans from Zabar's and dangles it in front of his nose. Ernest grunts his approval.
CUT TO:
INT. ERNEST AND MAMMY'S DINING ROOM -- DAY
Eggs Benedict and Bolivian coffee for all. Mammy enters from the kitchen with a coffee pot.
UNCLE ERNEST
So where's the other one?
LEILA
Um.
(mid-chew)
She and Donald are doing something...wedding related.
UNCLE ERNEST
Ah, yes. The Donald.
MAMMY
He's a very nice boy. Good family.
UNCLE ERNEST
Dumb as toast.
MAMMY
(scolding)
He's about to be our son-in-law.
UNCLE ERNEST
Still a chowderhead. Must be great in the sheets.
Off Mammy's scandalized look.
UNCLE ERNEST (CONT'D)
What? Like you both haven't thought the same thing.
(to Leila)
-- well, you probably haven't, --
(to Mammy)
But I know you have.
Mammy energetically clears his plate.
MAMMY
You are a vile and rude old man.
Ernest yells out after him.
UNCLE ERNEST
DON'T CALL ME OLD.
CUT TO:
EXT. CENTRAL PARK/BALTO STATUE -- DAY
Leila sits alone on a bench reading The New York Times, while Paxil waits dutifully at her heels. Children play on the statue nearby.
LEILA
Listen to this: "Researchers announced that male dogs raised in New York City are at increased risk to develop medical problems including anxiety, skin rashes, depression, tooth decay, hypochondria and impotence."
(Leila looks down sympathetically)
That's so sad.
Paxil looks up, troubled. A rubber kick-ball rolls over near Leila. A cute kid, about six, runs over to retrieve it. He breaks into a heart-melting smile, picks up the ball, gives Leila a shy little wave and rejoins his friends.
VOICE (O.S.)
Yours?
A startled Leila looks up as a MAN joins her on the bench.
LEILA
Me, uh, no.
(indicating Paxil)
Mine. Paxil.
Regards the dog.
MAN
Very...fuzzy head.
There is an awkward pause as the Man beats himself up over that one. A little girl roughhouses on the statue.
LEILA
(being polite)
Yours?
MAN
My sister's. I borrow her on Sundays.
Silence.
MAN (CONT'D)
The closest my wife and I got was two canaries and a hamster.
(long beat, sadly)
She kept the hamster.
(beat)
Freddie.
LEILA
I actually...don't do this.
MAN
What?
LEILA
The...talking to you part.
MAN
I understand.
LEILA
You seem very nice and everything.
MAN
Thank you.
LEILA
But I think it's better this way.
MAN
Of course.
They resume their non-talking. After a bit...
MAN (CONT'D)
She's a lesbian now, my wife.
LEILA
Really?
MAN
(smiles)
No. I'm just bitter. She's actually with some giant guy named Douggie.
Leila indulges him with a slight smile. More silence.
MAN (CONT'D)
We, uh, were just about to leave. I don't suppose you would want to get a cup of coffee with us?
LEILA
I wouldn't?
MAN
You would?
LEILA
No. I just wondered why you thought I wouldn't.
MAN
So you won't.
LEILA
I'm actually pretty busy. Not now, of course, but -- well, soon. Thanks, though.
MAN
Sure.
The disappointed man heads off towards his niece. After a moment, he turns back.
MAN (CONT'D)
So why'd you name your dog after an anti-depressant?
LEILA
Look at him!
He gives her a puzzled look, the dog gives him a puzzled look, and they continue on. Leila watches them go.
CUT TO:
INT. LEILA'S KITCHEN -- NIGHT
Leila stirs a pot of macaroni and cheese, while talking on a portable phone. She looks exasperated. Paxil follows her every move.
LEILA
No, I'm not trying to sell you anything...I understand that, but I'm not the person who rents out clowns...I'm sure you do want his little birthday party to be special...Who wouldn't?...Hello?
She pulls the phone away from her ear, and looks at it. Another night shot to hell.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. LEILA'S LOFT -- NIGHT
As before, except Leila is now seated. The CAMERA takes a while to find her. A plate of half-eaten food gets cold. She crosses a name off a list while she speaks.
LEILA (O.S.)
Mrs. Barrows? My name is Leila Sweet. You mistakenly called my number when you were trying to reach "Clowns to Go." Their number is the same as mine, but it's 718. See, I get a lot of messages from people looking for clowns, and...I'm sorry? Okay. I'll hold.
Leila leans back in her seat and sighs. She notices a framed photograph nestled in a cluster of them, and picks it up.
INSERT: two pensive little girls sitting on the Alice in Wonderland statue in Central Park: PUSH IN on Leila and her little sister Evy as girls...
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. CAR -- DAY
PULL OUT from Leila, as a young girl, sitting next to Evy in the back seat of a cherry 1963 Falcon. They are both dressed in expensive, official-looking NASA spacesuits. Up front DADDY, driving, and MOMMY, riding shotgun, are singing a road song:
MOMMY AND DADDY
There was a farmer had a dog and Bingo was his name-o.
(turning to the girls)
We can't hear you...
CU: little Evy and Leila, mouthing the words through their space helmets...their adoring eyes glued on Daddy's adoring eyes...
ALL
B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, and Bingo was his name--ohhhhhhh!
As the car passes out of frame we hear the SCREECH of tires, CRUNCH of twisted metal.
The CAMERA finds a billboard welcoming visitors to the space center, while a lone hubcap rolls into frame.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. LEILA'S LOFT -- NIGHT
CU Leila's face as she remembers. Widen to show the phone in her lap. After a moment lost in thought Leila walks to the kitchen, dumps her plate in the sink, pulls off a Post-It and writes a note to herself.
She slaps it on the refrigerator next to the others, and hits the lights. We can't read it.
LEILA
(to Paxil)
C'mon boy.
As they exit, we move in on the note: "HAVE A CHILD".
CUT TO:
INT. LEILA'S LOBBY -- MORNING
Leila again scoops up an unwanted pile of delivery menus. She produces a homemade "NO MENUS" sign, posts it on the outside lobby door, and takes a moment to admire her work before heading out.
CUT TO:
INT. RESTAURANT -- MORNING
Evy digs into her bagel and lox. Leila toys with biscotti.
LEILA
Can I ask you something?
EVY
Shoot.
Leila begins to speak and then notices something.
LEILA
Is that my shirt?
EVY
Oh, yeah. How does it look?
LEILA
It looks like...my shirt!
EVY
Sorry. I was all out.
(beat)
Is that what you wanted to ask me?
LEILA
No.
(beat)
Look. we both had the same odd, orphaned upbringing, right?
EVY
Emphasis on "odd".
LEILA
So how come I dysfunctioned and you didn't?
Evy doesn't look up from her breakfast.
EVY
Sex.
LEILA
I thought that might be it.
EVY
Uh, huh.
Beat.
LEILA
Well, I've decided to have some.
Evy's eyes go wide.
EVY
Oh, god.
LEILA
Actually, I NEED to have some.
EVY
Oh, God.
LEILA
I want to have a child.
EVY
But...why?
LEILA
I'm going to ask you some questions and you have to answer them because you're my sister.
EVY
Waiter!
A waiter approaches the table.
LEILA
Like, what exactly does it mean to be, you know, "good in bed"?
WAITER
Naked and peppy.
EVY
She's not asking you. Go away.
WAITER
You called me.
EVY
Oh, right. I'll have a really huge Bloody Mary. Hold the red stuff.
The waiter glances at his watch. It's ten in the morning. Impressive.
WAITER
(to Leila)
And for you?
LEILA
Am I the kind of person you would have sex with? You know -- hypothetically?
WAITER
(to Evy)
This a trick question, right?.
EVY
Tell you what. Skip the drink. We'll take a check.
LEILA
You didn't finish your food.
CUT TO:
EXT. SKATING RINK -- DAY
Evy and Leila skate side by side and talk about Leila's sex life.
EVY
This is not a pretty mental picture?
LEILA
Gee, thanks.
EVY
'Cause you know, it's one thing to talk about, another to actually visualize.
LEILA
(sternly)
Maybe that's because you're trying too hard.
EVY
(still thinking)
No, really. I can't even get your clothes off.
LEILA
EVY!
Leila walks on as Evy follows.
EVY
Okay, sorry. It's just funny, Leila. I mean, for ten years you've been locked up tighter than a nun and all of a sudden, you want the Kama Sutra.
LEILA
Just the part that gets you pregnant.
EVY
That's the last chapter. First you've got dinner, drinks, HIS life story, a couple of ego strokes and a minute or two of serious headboard slamming.
Leila makes a face.
EVY (CONT'D)
When that gets old, you marry one of them. Say, in my case...
(pointedly)
...next Saturday.
LEILA
Could we back up a bit? Like to "hello"?
EVY
This is really basic stuff, Leila. I mean like "Girl 101".
LEILA
I guess I missed class.
EVY
Well, then, let's see. Okay. You know there are working parts, right?
LEILA
(deadpan)
The penace.
The girls share a smile as they walk on, away from the camera.
EVY
Why don't I find you a professional.
CUT TO:
EXT. MUFFIN SHOP -- DAY
ESTABLISHING SHOT of the luncheonette-type shop directly adjacent to Leila's loft in a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood of Manhattan.
INT. MUFFIN SHOP -- DAY
Two WAITRESSES (late teens) sit in a booth, slacking. DARCY, the punked-out smartass smokes a cigarette while DOTTIE, not the sharpest knife in the drawer, shuffles Tarot cards.
Leila plods in and looks back out the window towards the packed coffee bar on the corner.
LEILA
Nellie's Deli is killing us.
Darcy discreetly hides the Nellie's Deli cappuccino she had been drinking.
DARCY
Bummer.
With trepidation, Dottie turns over a card. Darcy squints at the supine man with the swords in his back..
DOTTIE
The Ten of Rods!
DARCY
Looks like the bartender at "Vivisection".
(off Dottie's shocked look)
What?
Leila goes behind the counter and brings the coffee pot from the industrial urn. She pours them each a mug, careful not to disturb the Tarot.
LEILA
(prompting)
'Good morning, Boss.'
DOTTIE AND DARCY
(rote, sing-song)
Good morning, Boss.
Darcy tries the cream pitcher. It's empty. She hands it to Leila.
LEILA
Remind me to nominate you employee of the month.
Leila heads towards the kitchen.
DARCY
'Remind' you? Isn't that what's it's job?
DOTTIE
Post-It's.
DARCY
Prozac's.
LEILA
PAXIL.
Darcy calls out after her.
DARCY
Oh, your sister called. Who's Beverly Kirk?
Leila comes out with a tray of fresh muffins.
LEILA
I don't know. Why?
DARCY
Because you got an appointment with her in, like, ten minutes. Evy says don't be late.
An exasperated Leila rushes to put the muffins out.
DARCY (CONT'D)
Shrink?
LEILA
No.
DOTTIE
The hole in your stomach?
LEILA
"Ulcer," Dottie. And no.
The girls continue to stare.
LEILA (CONT'D)
She's an OB/GYN. Okay?
DARCY
Ah, that hole.
LEILA
There could be customers, Darcy.
DOTTIE
(innocently)
He usually doesn't come until three.
Leila takes a deep breath as she approaches their booth.
LEILA
Look, girls. You may as well know, since it could impact on your
(finger quotes)
"Work" lives: I've decided to have...a child.
The girls look at each other in wide-eyed wonder.
LEILA (CONT'D)
WHAT?! Am I so repulsive?
They can't stop staring.
DOTTIE
But, Leila, you're sort of a virgin.
LEILA
Yes, Dottie, I know.
DARCY
Maybe we should have a long talk when you get back.
Leila looks at Darcy's orange hair and belly-button ring.
LEILA
That's just...too scary.
Leila walks to the front of the shop for her coat. The girls glance at her expectantly.
LEILA (CONT'D)
Can I get you anything else?
LEILA
I may not be back in time to serve you your lunch.
Leila leaves quickly. Darcy pushes away her mug of coffee and retrieves the cappuccino from her lap.
DOTTIE
The real hole's in her heart... She's like one of those round, sweet things? With the empty middle?
DARCY
You don't know the word 'donut'?
DOTTIE
(shrugging)
Pardon me for not taking "Food" at Haavaard.
CUT TO:
EXT. DR. KIRK'S OFFICE -- DAY
INSERT: on a plaque which reads "DR. BEVERLY KIRK, OB-GYN"
Leila stands outside the office door, gathering her courage.
CUT TO:
INT. DR. KIRK'S EXAM ROOM -- DAY
Leila is writing the great American novel on the medical form. A knockoff of NURSE Ratched enters the room, rips the chart out of her hand, and tosses a blue gown to the exam table, ringing one of the dreaded stirrups.
NURSE
Make sure you lose the panties.
Leila cringes.
NURSE (CONT'D)
WHAT?
LEILA
Nothing.
NURSE
You're not wearing panties?
LEILA
I am wearing 'underwear.' You don't see men wearing...
NURSE
Panties? Maybe in a perfect world.
LEILA
Fine.
NURSE
Fine.
(looking over her chart)
Job?
LEILA
Excuse me?
NURSE
(tapping the chart with her pen)
Occupation?
LEILA
(with dignity)
I run a muffin shop.
NURSE
Gee. That's what I do.
LEILA
God.
NURSE
Panties. Muffins ... Anything else we need to worry about?
LEILA
No...
NURSE
What?
LEILA
I find it offensive, so naturally I don't say it.
NURSE
Oh, goodie. What's it begin with?
LEILA
(hesitating)
'F'
NURSE
(pretending to make a chart entry)
"Panties", "Muffin"...and "Fuck".
LEILA
No ... I rather like 'fuck.' At least it's in the Oxford English Dictionary.
NURSE
(wincing)
You had to look it up?
LEILA
Shouldn't I be getting undressed?
NURSE
Oh sure. The doctor will be beating the door down any minute now.
Leaving:
NURSE (CONT'D)
How many letters that 'f' word have?
LEILA
(reluctant)
Four.
Pondering, Nurse leaves. Leila looks around. On one wall, a large blackboard, on another, a photo-montage, featuring hundreds of babies delivered by Dr. Kirk, under the caption: 'WE DELIVER.' Leila starts biting her nails.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. DR. KIRK'S EXAM ROOM -- DAY
Leila is now wearing the blue robe, sitting on the exam table, a hand tensely clutching each stirrup. Her luxurious hair, loosed from its bun, lies in a generous wave over her shoulder.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. DR. KIRK'S EXAM ROOM -- DAY
Holding the back of the blue gown closed over her beautiful butt, Leila is at the chalkboard, writing the words:
MAN, WOMAN, BIRTH, DEATH, INFINITY.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. DR. KIRK'S EXAM ROOM -- DAY
Leila, her face resting in a stirrup, sleeping. A White Rubber Glove taps her on the shoulder. She looks at her watch, as the doctor reads her chart.
DR. KIRK
(looking down)
Sorry. That's why there's no clock in here.
DR. KIRK
(extending a glove)
I'm Dr...Kirk.
They look at each other in astonishment. Not only are his voice and gender a surprise to Leila; so too is the fact that HE IS THE MAN SHE MET IN THE PARK YESTERDAY.
LEILA
(dazed)
As in... 'Beverly'?
DR. KIRK
(equally dazed)
Yes, well. My mother claims it's British.
Couldn't be more awkward.
DR. KIRK (CONT'D)
This really is quite the horrifying coincidence. I could refer you to a colleague...
Fighting closed the back of her examination gown.
LEILA
Thank you. That won't be necessary...Horrifying?
DR. KIRK
Not, of course, what I meant at all. Embarrassing is what I meant...I mean, for me, that is...Um. Do you know that's on backwards?
She looks down at her gown.
LEILA
I thought they were supposed to be.
DR. KIRK
Not...here.
LEILA
Should I turn it around?
DR. KIRK
(uncomfortable smile)
We'll manage.
He looks over her overly long chart, fumbles it. He's a shy gynecologist; she's a beautiful woman. Why didn't he choose husbandry?
DR. KIRK (CONT'D)
(after several pages, finally cutting to the chase)
So. You'd like to start a family. That's lovely.
(beat)
And I noticed you answered the sex question... 'No.'
LEILA
Yes.
DR. KIRK
(gently)
But, of course, gender isn't a Yes or No question...well, there are rare cases...Anyway, next to sex, you were supposed to write M for male, F for female. And you wrote 'no.'
LEILA
I was trying to be helpful.
DR. KIRK
I see.
He studies her.
DR. KIRK (CONT'D)
And how long have you and your ... partner been trying to conceive?
LEILA
I ... don't have a donor.
(beat)
As yet.
Oh.
DR. KIRK
Artificial insemination?
LEILA
(primly)
No thank you.
DR. KIRK
Right.
(beat)
I tell you what. Let's start with a routine exam, and then when you leave I'll recommend an ovulation kit. The instructions are on the package.
LEILA
All of them?
He looks up in response, only to be distracted by the new words on his blackboard: Man, Woman, Birth, Death, Infinity.
LEILA (CONT'D)
Sorry. I was bored.
For Dr. Kirk, what she's written is apparently so fraught with meaning, he can't even talk about it.
LEILA (CONT'D)
It can be erased.
DR. KIRK
You wrote this? ... It's...It's...
Words fail him. He's completely floored.
LEILA
It's from Ben Casey. Not even a real doctor. Not even a real sentence.
Not to Dr. Kirk.
DR KIRK
There used to be symbols...
He takes the Magic Marker and draws the symbols for Man and Woman, hesitates at Birth, goes on to draw Death and Infinity.
DR. KIRK
I can't remember the one for 'Birth.'
Kirk wracks his brain for the answer, while Leila waits patiently on the exam table.
LEILA
Um, Doctor...?
DR KIRK
(snapping out of it)
Yes, of course. Sorry.
He goes to her, gingerly pulls down the gown, puts a stethoscope to her chest and listens.
DR. KIRK
I'm having trouble finding...
LEILA
Your ears are on your...
Points to his neck. With dignity, Dr. Kirk fixes his stethoscope.
DR. KIRK
Quite right.
He pauses.
DR. KIRK (CONT'D)
Would you be more comfortable if the nurse were present?
LEILA
NO! No, thank you.
She is definitely stealing a look back at him as he again puts the stethoscope to her heart. This time we clearly HEAR-thump thump thump: she really has one.
CUT TO:
INT. MUFFIN SHOP -- DAY
Darcy rests in a booth painting her nails black while Dottie refills the sugar dispensers.
DOTTIE
What did she say?
Leila moves back and forth behind the counter, straightening up.
LEILA
The doctor was a Man named 'Beverly.'
DARCY
That must have been a big hit in the school yard.
LEILA
He was soft-spoken and kind. Naturally, I didn't know how to talk to him.
DOTTIE
Was he single?
Leila cleans up the sugar that Dottie spills at every station.
LEILA
(appalled)
How should I know? He's a doctor, not a dating service.
(off their stares)
Yes, he's single. Okay?
DARCY
Aren't you leaving something out?
LEILA
What? I went to the doctor. I bought a kit.
DARCY
I hope it includes a DICK.
LEILA
Good Lord, Darcy!
DARCY
Leila, you haven't even had a date like this whole decade...
LEILA
You're counting...?
DOTTIE
You need to have sex to have a child, Leila...
DARCY
...unless this cloning thing takes off...
LEILA
Thank you both for your interest.
DARCY
And even if you pay for it, you need a date to have sex.
LEILA
I don't want to talk about this anymore. It's private.
Leila goes to the kitchen to get a trash bag. She peeks out again.
LEILA (CONT'D)
Go back to your coven.
A MAN (30's)enters the shop. He's wearing a baseball cap, and dark glasses, which he never removes.
DARCY
Yuk. It's the Customer.
Dottie sighs and walks behind the counter.
DOTTIE
(pouring his coffee, cheerful)
Welcome to Sweet's Muffin Shop. Would you like to hear a list of our muffins today?
CUSTOMER
What's YOUR problem?
DOTTIE
Leila wants us to be nicer.
CUSTOMER
All right, Dottie. Let me hear a list of your muffins today.
DOTTIE
Cranberry.
CUSTOMER
I'll have one of those.
The Customer removes his leather jacket. There's a flesh-colored nicotine PATCH on his arm.
DOTTIE
(dumbfounded by patch)
What happened? You get shot?
CUSTOMER
It's a nicotine patch.
DOTTIE
(disgusted)
Like you don't get enough from smoking.
Customer shakes his head in amazement, as Leila crosses.
CUSTOMER
Hey, Leila.
Barely a glance, as Leila shovels uneaten muffins into the trash bag.
LEILA
Hello.
Leila grabs her coat and drags the bag towards the side door.
LEILA (CONT'D)
See you tomorrow, Dottie. Will you lock up?
DOTTIE
You want to come out with us tonight? We're gonna get tattoos!
LEILA
Thank you. I already have...plans.
She hurries out.
CUSTOMER
All I said was "hey".
(mopey)
It's like I'm invisible.
Dottie and Darcy look at him.
CUT TO:
INT. DR. KIRK'S OFFICE -- MAGIC HOUR
Music cue starts. Dr. Kirk stands at an easel in his office, writing out the five words Leila wrote on the blackboard in his exam room. Then he draws the symbols, again struggling to remember the one for Birth. He stands back, transfixed.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. LEILA'S LOFT -- MAGIC HOUR
CRANE UP from Dottie and Darcy locking up the shop to Leila silhouetted in her living room window, looking out over the city. She holds a portable phone in her hand.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. NEW YORK STREET -- NIGHT
A deserted corner of a seedy street. A RUSTY BLUE CHEVROLET with the muffler hanging on for dear life comes into frame and screeches to a halt. The back door of the car opens and a beat-up stuffed DOG is tossed out. Moments later two CHILDREN (9 and 6) clamber out onto the damp road. One is a Boy and the other a Girl. They could be siblings, except he's black and she's white. The car takes off with a roar. The children remain sitting on the street, stunned. A moment, and then the Chevrolet reverses into frame. The back door opens again and two TWINKIES, one after the other, fly out onto the pavement beside the two children. The car takes off again. This time for good. The Boy picks up the Twinkies, the Girl picks up the dog. He takes her hand and they walk away from camera down the deserted road.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. LEILA'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT
Leila steps out of her bathroom and reads the results of the ovulation test. Fertile as Iowa loam. She looks at herself in the mirror.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. DR. KIRK'S OFFICE -- NIGHT
The nurse enters the now empty office. She angrily tears the paper off the easel, smashes it into a ball, and chucks it in the waste paper basket. Music ends.
FADE OUT:
FADE IN:
EXT. ERNEST AND MAMMY'S HOUSE -- DAY
Leila approaches the brownstone and heads up the stairs.
INT. ERNEST AND MAMMY'S LIBRARY -- DAY
Leila enters the library. An open laptop sits on the etage, screen-saved by the flying toasters.
LEILA
(looking around)
Mammy? Uncle Ernest?
A voice from another room.
MAMMY (O.S.)
We're in the bath, dear. Won't be a sec.
Leila sits by the computer, scared of it. She touches the mouse tentatively. The screen pops up saying: "'Welcome to the Web.' To continue, press Enter." She does.
COMPUTER
Welcome to the Web. Do you wish to browse? Press "Y" or "N".
Leila starts. The computer is talking to her in a slightly exaggerated "computer voice." She presses "Y".
COMPUTER (CONT'D)
Do you wish to access a conference on the subject of your choice? Press "Y" or "N".
Leila presses "Y". A bulletin board of topics currently being discussed online flashes up. Since Leila does nothing, the computer once again prompts her.
COMPUTER (CONT'D)
If you are unable to select a topic, would you like assistance? Press "Y" or "N".
Leila presses "Y".
COMPUTER (CONT'D)
Do you have an interest in gardening, politics, film, music, literature, sports, virtual reality...or sex?
Leila stares at the screen in horror.
COMPUTER (CONT'D)
(with attitude)
Do you have an interest?
No response.
COMPUTER (CONT'D)
(more attitude)
Do you have a problem?
No response.
COMPUTER (CONT'D)
(almost mad)
What's wrong with you?
Leila abruptly closes the lid of the laptop -- which then beeps at her -- forcing her to pull the plug from the outlet. Switching over to battery, the computer continues to beep. Leila puts a pillow over the contraption.
Mammy and Ernest approach from behind in robes that reflect their personalities: Mammy's -- floral and bright; Ernest's -- Brooks Brothers and muted. Mammy nips at his ever-present glass of Sherry.
MAMMY
I'm sorry, dear.
LEILA
(to Ernest)
That thing yelled at me.
Ernest grumbles his way to turn off the beeping computer.
UNCLE ERNEST
Can't imagine why.
MAMMY
(trying to avoid a potential situation)
Honey, can I fix you a snack?
LEILA
No thanks, Mammy. I should go to work soon.
UNCLE ERNEST
Hah!
MAMMY
(warning)
Ernest.
Mammy heads for the kitchen.
UNCLE ERNEST
The word just comes out of her mouth funny.
LEILA
(to Mammy)
I saw Evy yesterday.
UNCLE ERNEST
And how is your sister?
LEILA
She's working on another fish story for the magazine.
UNCLE ERNEST
One uses the Ivy League education I paid for to write about food. The other to serve it.
Mammy returns with milk and cookies, to Leila's dismay.
LEILA
I think she's getting cold feet.
MAMMY
Perfectly natural. Which reminds me. We absolutely must get the measurements for your dress.
Mammy searches in the sideboard drawer for a tape measure.
LEILA
Please... not today, Mammy.
Mammy starts measuring Leila's hips, her waist, her bust.
UNCLE ERNEST
I understand you've got a new doctor.
LEILA
Are there any secrets in this family?
UNCLE ERNEST
How did you find him?
LEILA
Evy found him.
(to Mammy)
I'm a size six, OK?
Mammy measures the distance from the nape of Leila's neck to her waist and writes it down.
MAMMY
So far, except for the rise, the exact same as Evy.
LEILA
Mammy, I'm four inches taller.
MAMMY
That's okay. Now let me just measure your rise...for the little white panties.
LEILA
No!
MAMMY
(wounded)
Fine. Provide your own panties.
LEILA
NO PROBLEM.
UNCLE ERNEST
I know how you found the doctor, but how did you find him? Handsome?
LEILA
Competent.
UNCLE ERNEST
Bullshit. He's a hunk.
LEILA
How would you know?
UNCLE ERNEST
(indicating computer)
Evy E-mailed his file.
LEILA
God.
UNCLE ERNEST
If you can't give it up for a cute, single doctor -- I'll shoot your dog.
MAMMY
He's not trying to pressure you, dear.
UNCLE ERNEST
Yes I am.
LEILA
Let me remind you all, I am not marriage-minded. I hate love, I hate marriage, I hate white dresses...
MAMMY
No, you don't. You were a beautiful bride.
Horrified at his own indiscretion, Mammy puts his hand over his mouth.
LEILA
WHAT!? You can say it. I was dumped at the altar. Stood up. Humiliated. And now, dear Uncles, since you can only nourish yourselves so long on the shame of THAT event, here's a new morsel: I intend to give birth to a child. Forthwith.
The two uncles stare at each other.
MAMMY
Immaculately?
LEILA
Vaginally.
(beat)
As soon as I can figure out how.
UNCLE ERNEST
Not another dime to Harvard, Mammy. Hear me? Not one red cent.
CUT TO:
INT. MUFFIN SHOP -- DAY
CU: Leila's face as she looks on with fascination and horror.
DARCY (O.S.)
The worst thing you can do is cozy it in there.
DARCY (O.S.)
When I say push, push hard. And don't freak out if there's a little blood.
DOTTIE (O.S.)
Won't it hurt?
TURN AROUND to reveal Darcy, covered in a barber's smock, sitting in a chair while Dottie holds ice to the top portion of her left ear. A piercing is in progress.
DARCY
Only for a second. Just make sure you get all the way through. Catch the needle with the cork.
DOTTIE
Got it.
Leila shudders and looks back down at something she's been writing, while the Customer, behind the counter, pours himself a coffee refill. Business as usual at the muffin shop.
CUSTOMER
Have you got any cream?
LEILA
Check the fridge.
Customer walks to the kitchen.
DARCY
We're out.
Customer makes a u-turn.
DARCY (CONT'D)
OK. Ready? One, two, three, GO!
Dottie closes her eyes and pushes the needle through Darcy's ear.
DARCY (CONT'D)
Ohhh!
DOTTIE
Gross!
DARCY
Good. Now just leave it there for a minute or two until it takes.
Leila looks up from her papers.
LEILA
Tell me if you think I've got this right.
(reading)
"Attractive, intelligent, self-employed woman, not-thirty -- virgin; seeks potent, genetically-sound man, twenty-five to forty, for short-term sex. No romantics or commitment-seekers, please."
Leila looks up. The girls, one with a needle through her ear, look stunned. The Customer fumbles in his jacket, pulls out his emergency cigarette and sucks on it like there's no tomorrow.
CUT TO:
EXT. MUFFIN SHOP -- DAY
A line of men stretches from the door down the stairs, for as far as the eye can see.
CUT TO:
INT. MUFFIN SHOP -- DAY
CU of a primping, Italian, God's-gift-to-women type.
MAN 1
So the deal is, I put the doggie in the pound for ya -- and that's it. No strings.
(off an unseen nod)
I'm in.
Evy sits across the table from prospective candidates. We see photos and what appear to be medical records piling up. Leila sits off to the side, horrified at the can of worms she's opened. A video camera rests on a tripod between them, running. They've been at this a while.
EVY
You mentioned in your questionnaire that you had four children. Can I ask if you're still in touch with them?
Turn around on...
MAN 2
Oh, as "in touch" as the next guy, I suppose. You know teenagers. They definitely have a mind of their own.
EVY
So your wife has custody?
Blank stare from Man 2.
EVY (CONT'D)
You know, custody? Divorce? You are divorced?
Blank stare from Man 2.
CUT TO:
MAN 3
I almost didn't come over. The whole thing seemed so, I don't know, clinical. But then I realized the kind of sacrifice you're making for this baby and I thought -- maybe I could help.
Evy looks up at Mr. Perfect and then, hopefully, across at Leila. He's got their attention.
MAN 3 (CONT'D)
I thought maybe, I had been chosen to help. That the Virgin of the Plains was risen to smite down the rough beast and that I, the foul spawn of indifference, had found purchase on the honeyed trail.
CUT TO:
MAN 4
I'm just really horny.
CUT TO:
INT. LEILA'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT
Man 5 is on the television monitor in Leila's bedroom.
MAN 5
Truth is, ma'am, I'm hangin' fat and low. Wanna see?
OFF-CAMERA VOICES, Evy and Leila.
EVY AND LEILA (O.S.)
No!
MAN 5
And I do not shoot blanks.
(confidentially)
Full metal jacket.
Man 5 drops his two front teeth for emphasis, and winks.
Fast forward on the tape. Stop on WOMAN 1, a lesbian. Fast forward to MAN 6, a priest. Fast forward to MAN 7. Evy's off-camera voice.
EVY (O.S.)
Do you speak English?
(beat)
Do you speak at all?
Man 7 sits with a shit-eating grin.
Pull back on Leila, disgusted, as she turns off the tape and throws the remote on a chair. She's wearing flannel pajamas.
INT. LEILA'S KITCHEN/LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT
Leila walks out to the kitchen for a glass of milk. She sees the "Have a Child" Post-It, crosses out the word "Child" and replaces it with "Girl."
Her intercom BUZZES.
LEILA
(into intercom)
I'm sorry -- no more men.
MALE VOICE (O.S.)
What?
LEILA
No interviews.
MALE VOICE (O.S.)
Don't want one.
LEILA
Who are you?
MALE VOICE (O.S.)
Slappy.
LEILA
Well -- I didn't order anything. And stop leaving menus!
MALE VOICE (O.S.)
Not food, "Slappy"!
LEILA
What's "Slappy"?
MALE VOICE (O.S.)
Look out your window.
Leila goes tentatively to her window, opens it and looks down.
POV Leila: a grown man with a red wig, a bulbous nose, a polka dotted suit and big feet looks up at her, arms extended.
CUT TO:
INT./EXT. LEILA'S LOFT -- NIGHT
LEILA
What are you supposed to be?
SLAPPY
Whaddya mean, what? I'm Slappy the Clown!
She gives an exaggerated shrug. He blasts his big HORN.
SLAPPY (CONT'D)
Nothing ringing a bell?
He squirts water from his lapel. She shakes her head.
SLAPPY (CONT'D)
Come on...you were a kid once.
LEILA
Not everyone knows who you are Mr. Narcissistic Bad Dresser.
SLAPPY
What kind of childhood did you have that you don't know Slappy the Clown when he comes to your door!?
LEILA
I heard of him. I thought he was cuter.
(beat)
And I don't like your name.
SLAPPY
Yeah, well, all the good ones are trademarked.
Slappy produces a bouquet of paper flowers from his sleeve.
SLAPPY (CONT'D)
I brought you these.
LEILA
Don't you frighten the children?
SLAPPY
I just wanted to thank you for referring all those calls back to Clowns to Go.
A window opens on the floor below Leila's. A man leans out.
MAN
Hey you, Tickles. Fuck off.
SLAPPY
It's Slappy, pal. And eat me.
The man's window slams shut.
SLAPPY (CONT'D)
(to Leila)
So...well, thanks. Go back to your...whatever you were doing.
Slappy is about to say something else, decides against it, starts to walk away, comes back, and carefully lays the flowers on the doorstep. He walks off, sadly.
CUT TO:
INT. LEILA'S LOFT -- NIGHT
Leila starts to close the window when she sees Menu Man working his way down the street towards her door. She rushes out of the loft.
INT./EXT. LEILA'S LOFT -- NIGHT
CU -- Bottom of the outer door to Leila's building. A bunch of menus come under the door. A hand pushes them back outside. In again, out again. A tug-of-war-to-the-death over a "Pizza Perfect" delivery menu.
With her free hand Leila reaches up and pushes open the door -- hard. THUMP.
MENU MAN (O.S.)
Ow.
Leila looks through the door and sees Menu Man hopping around on the stoop holding the side of his head. She tries to comfort him.
MENU MAN (CONT'D)
Get away from me, lady.
LEILA
I'm sorry. I just...
MENU MAN
What?
In the light, Leila can't help noticing that she has beaned the most beautiful, young black man on earth: gorgeous dreads, fiery eyes... She softens a bit.
LEILA
I just don't want any menus.
MENU MAN
Did I ask you if you wanted any menus, lady? I didn't ask you if you wanted any menus. I don't care if you want menus.
LEILA
Well, I don't.
MENU MAN
Good. Because I don't want to crawl around like a reptile passing the damn things out. So that makes us even. Except for you hit me in the head with a door. Which makes it not so even.
LEILA
(innocently)
I'm really sorry about that. It was an accident.
MENU MAN
Accident? Lady, you hit me in the head with a door.
LEILA
Oh, don't be so dramatic. I barely bumped you.
MENU MAN
You took aim!
LEILA
Did not.
Menu Man pulls open the door.
MENU MAN
Put your head by the door, here. Let me give you a little "bump."
LEILA
Do you want some ice for that?
MENU MAN
I want to know what you were doing in your pajamas on the other side of that door. You weren't leaving, obviously, and I don't think you were out walking around like that. So I can only guess you were waiting to assault my head with that door.
LEILA
(defensively)
Oh, poor you.
MENU MAN
Damn right, poor me. If I don't hand these out, I don't eat.
LEILA
Well, if you had bothered to read my sign, none of this would have happened.
MENU MAN
I read your sign. I ignored it. That's how I make money.
LEILA
Which is another thing. Aren't you a bit ... attractive to be doling out menus for a living?
MENU MAN
What's that supposed to mean?
LEILA
Nothing. Except you could be, like... a supermodel.
MENU MAN
Then I definitely couldn't eat.
LEILA
Fine.
MENU MAN
That was a joke.
LEILA
I know.
MENU MAN
You do?
Beat.
LEILA
So what do you want to be?
MENU MAN
According to my MFA, I am a poet.
LEILA
(brightening)
Really? I love poetry. Say one.
MENU MAN
What am I. A jukebox?
LEILA
C'mon. It'll be fun.
Leila starts to chase him down the steps when she notices the plastic flowers. She offers them to Menu Man. Behind them, the door closes and locks. They look at it. Whoops.
LEILA (CONT'D)
We can go have coffee and muffins.
MENU MAN
Do you think I need a date?
CUT TO:
EXT. NEW YORK STREET -- NIGHT
The abandoned Boy and Girl rest on an embankment over train tracks. As trains pass in opposite directions underneath, they crack open and eat their Twinkies. Red hugs her stuffed dog.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. MUFFIN SHOP -- NIGHT
Through the window, we can see Leila and the Menu Man in animated conversation. Outside, the daily bag of UNEATEN MUFFINS sits by the trash.
FADE OUT:
FADE IN:
INT. MUFFIN SHOP -- MORNING
CU: Lots of different symbols, drawn, and then scratched out. The one that remains appears to be the letter "O" within the letter "O".
Darcy studies the drawing which lies on the front table, as Dottie enters.
DARCY
Dottie, that's so sad.
DOTTIE
What?
DARCY
Not only can't you say "donut" -- you can barely draw one. You're like an idiot savant. Well, the first part.
DOTTIE
(indignant)
That's not mine. And it wasn't here last night.
Darcy shushes her when she notices Leila and the Menu Man in a booth, slumped over a couple of cartons of milk, asleep. They approach carefully, stunned by the sight of the handsome young man.
They attempt to pick up a dreadlock to get a better look at his face. Leila wakes up and sees her staff.
LEILA
What're you looking at?
DOTTIE
Him.
LEILA
Oh. Yes. He's quite remarkably handsome. But he doesn't like to hear it.
DOTTIE
After all these years, how'd you ...?
LEILA
He's a friend.
DARCY
She means how'd you find a friend?
LEILA
On the street -- he's a starving artist.
DOTTIE
That explains the donut.
Leila stands, looking as dignified as she can in her pajamas, grabs the not-donut from Dottie and walks towards the door leading upstairs to her apartment.
LEILA
It's not a donut, and I have to take it somewhere. When he wakes up, give him whatever he wants.
DOTTIE
Don't worry.
LEILA
And then, you know, show him the ropes.
DOTTIE
Uh, what ropes?
LEILA
The ropes around here. I promised him a job.
DARCY
We don't have ropes around here, Leila. If we did, we'd hang ourselves. What's he going to do?
LEILA
What you do. Do you think he can handle it?
CUT TO:
INT. DR. KIRK'S WAITING ROOM -- DAY
Leila has a stare-down with a mean looking ten year old boy. She curls her lip in a sneer, he does the same. She sticks out her tongue -- pink. He sticks out his -- bad-candy purple. She raises her finger and thumb, and eyeballs him down the barrel of her "gun". He pulls out a SuperSoaker and completely drowns her.
Nurse looks up, barely containing her glee.
NURSE
The Doctor will see you now.
CUT TO:
INT. MUFFIN SHOP -- DAY
Menu Man pokes at the muffin in front of him and eyes it suspiciously. He decides to stick with coffee. Dottie and Darcy solemnly approach.
DOTTIE
We're supposed to tell you what to do around here.
MENU MAN
I'm listening.
Menu Man walks behind the counter to the kitchen. The girls follow.
DARCY
As you can see, business is not an issue. But there is still something that desperately...needs doing.
(beat)
That would be the Boss.
DOTTIE
You have to tell her about the birds and the bees.
DARCY
Or barring that, how to get boned.
He begins to gather pots, pans and ingredients from the shelves.
MENU MAN
Consider it done.
The girls exchange a look.
DARCY
You did her?
MENU MAN
She's been clued.
DOTTIE
Right here?
Menu Man begins to make himself a fabulous-looking omelet.
MENU MAN
(enjoying himself)
Right here. Six hours of good, hard, honest...talking.
DOTTIE
Wuz that a slam?
MENU MAN
She was a bit confused about "penis".
DARCY
Who isn't?
MENU MAN
Straight up? You guys make the worst muffins I've ever tasted.
DOTTIE
The Customer likes them.
They look in the Customer's direction. He's slumped over in his seat, a nicotine patch on each arm, lighting one cigarette off the end of another. Point taken.
CUT TO:
INT. DR. KIRK'S OFFICE -- MORNING
Kirk opens the door to find Leila standing there. She's drenched.
LEILA
I don't have an appointment.
DR. KIRK
Please. Come in.
He ushers her into his office, and gives her a hand towel.
DR. KIRK (CONT'D)
I apologize about Timmy. He's mad at his mother for being pregnant.
LEILA
(looking at her wet clothes)
Me too.
Leila hands Kirk the cardboard symbol, now dripping and limp.
LEILA (CONT'D)
Here, it's...birth.
DR. KIRK
You found it!
LEILA
I'm sorry it's so messy.
DR. KIRK
Usually is.
Kirk delicately transports the wet card towards the easel, looking at it oddly.
DR. KIRK (CONT'D)
Circles. I don't remember circles.
He erases the "?" next to "Birth" on his reworked design, tacks up the donut, and stands back with a sense of accomplishment.
DR. KIRK (CONT'D)
So...
Still doesn't look right. He crosses to his desk and picks up a folder.
DR KIRK
I've got your exam results back and everything looks...normal.
LEILA
(cheerfully)
I'm normal?
DR. KIRK
Well, not "normal" -- that sounds like "average" -- which of course I don't mean. You're certainly way, way above average, like, I don't know, -- "spectacular"...uh, the point being, I can't see any reason you shouldn't be able to have a child.
(beat)
If you want to.
(beat)
Would you like a grapefruit juice?
Kirk tries to calm himself down. Leila shakes her head and points to her stomach.
LEILA
Ulcer.
DR. KIRK
Ulcer. Yes. You mentioned that.
LEILA
You have read my chart then?
DR. KIRK
I'm nearly through it. You have wonderful penmanship.
LEILA
I suppose I was a little...thorough.
DR. KIRK
No. No. I learned you have very good... teeth.
(adding quickly)
Not that it matters to me, of course.
LEILA
Good thing you're not my dentist.
DR. KIRK
And that you had a fine education. Which you used to... become a waitress in a donut shop.
LEILA
(with dignity)
Proprietor. Muffins.
DR. KIRK
(getting worked up)
And that your height and weight are perfect, not to mention your skin, of course, and your eyes... Your hair is... looks, uh, healthy.
DR. KIRK
Oh, and your heart. You have a good one -- I mean, I heard it...
Kirk braves an uncertain glance at her.
DR. KIRK (CONT'D)
Would you go out with me?
Decidedly pregnant pause.
LEILA
I really can't.
DR KIRK
Of course not. I'm sorry.
Kirk looks like he wants to crawl in a hole.
LEILA
No. It's just that I had a date once. A wedding date. He broke it.
DR KIRK
I shouldn't have asked.
LEILA
It's okay. But I made this vow never to do that again.
DR. KIRK
"That" being me, specifically? Just to be clear?
LEILA
Exactly. No. I mean, I don't, "go out" with anyone. Not that I'm against it or anything -- just that it leads to...
DR KIRK
Intercourse?
LEILA
You got pretty far in my chart.
DR. KIRK
Sorry.
If there were scissors present, Kirk would cut out his tongue.
LEILA
I was actually referring to love and marriage. Those two I don't do. The other -- thing -- well, I just haven't done yet. That's why I'm here.
Kirk's eyes go wide. Dare he dream? The nurse, as usual, finds some non-reason to enter the room. She smirks at the easel.
NURSE
That's not birth.
LEILA/KIRK
What!?
NURSE
Birth's not a donut. It's an upside-down triangle.
LEILA
Your source?
NURSE
The Web. Yours?
LEILA
A...poet.
NURSE
I think we have a loser.
DR. KIRK
Thank you, Jean.
Nurse puts some files on the table by the door and exits with a smirk. Kirk and Leila look at each other for a moment.
LEILA
(suddenly self-conscious)
I should go now. Timmy's probably out there...squirting things. I just wanted to -- give birth to you. The...sign.
Leila rushes out. Kirk looks perplexed.
CUT TO:
INT. DR. KIRK'S WAITING ROOM -- DAY
Leila heads through the waiting room on her way out.
NURSE
FART!
Leila freezes.
NURSE (CONT'D)
That's it, isn't it? The "F" word. Fart. FART. FART. PANTIES! FART!
Where's that door.
CUT TO:
EXT. NEW YORK STREET -- NIGHT
The abandoned Boy and Girl, both exhausted, descend the stairs leading from the park. As they walk towards us, the girl drags her little stuffed dog at her side. As they clear frame and walk away from us, the dog is gone.
The CAMERA finds the dog lying in the street, just before a LIMOUSINE crushes it. A squeal of brakes. The limo backs up, a jeweled hand reaches out and grabs the pooch, and the car heads off down the street in a cloud of steam.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. NEW YORK STREET -- NIGHT
Dr. Kirk strolls under the street lamps of a deserted New York street, his head cast down, his collar turned up. Very Edward Hopper. As he approaches the entrance to an upscale restaurant, the limo turns a corner and comes towards us.
A YOUNG COUPLE hops out. They're beautifully dressed and stupendously drunk. They whirl through the restaurant's front door. Then, the woman spins out again, crying gaily:
DOG WOMAN
Not without the children!
She dives back into the limo and returns holding FIVE STUFFED DOGS. As she whisks through the door again, the little girl's dog flies out of her arms and lands in the bushes.
DR. KIRK
(calling out)
Wait.
Dr. Kirk waits for the woman to spin back around, but the door stays closed. Meanwhile, the limo drives off.
Dr. Kirk looks back and forth between the dog and the restaurant entrance. He looks through the window for the couple--rather easy to locate because now they are seated at a table with four Collies.
He sets the mutt next to the door, so it can be found by its owners on the way out.
DR. KIRK (CONT'D)
Tough break, pooch. The others are ordering steak.
He begins to walk away, but turns to look back at the dog.
He stands there for an inordinately long time--wrestling with some kind of question of conscience. Then he suddenly comes back, snatches up the dog and strides off.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. BAR -- NIGHT
The place is mostly empty. Dr. Kirk puts the dog on the bar, and takes a seat on a stool. A DRUNK looks on from further down. The BARTENDER, 20s, good-looking, bemused, comes over.
BARTENDER
(after a suitable silence)
What's with the guard dog?
DR. KIRK
He wasn't as...pretty as the collies. So they dumped him.
BARTENDER
Who dumped him?
DR. KIRK
His rich, indifferent owners. Didn't even know he was gone.
(looking up)
Some people shouldn't have dogs and others, who truly deserve them, can't have them.
BARTENDER
Like for instance...?
Dr. Kirk has to think about it.
DR. KIRK
...orphans.
BARTENDER
Okay. Orphans.
DR. KIRK
Orphans do not have beautiful dogs with bows on their heads.
BARTENDER
What about Annie?
DR. KIRK
She's an exception.
(beat)
And she's a cartoon.
BARTENDER
So what are you having?
DR. KIRK
What's good?
BARTENDER
What's 'good'? Gee, scotch is good. Vodka. Gin is interesting, but my Mommy tells me not to serve it to girls, 'cause it shows up in the face...Who asks that?
DR. KIRK
Sorry. I don't know that much about drinking. I guess I'll start with...Vodka. No, Scotch. Just...Gimme one of each.
The bartender stares at him with a bottle in each hand. The drunk in the corner rolls his eyes.
CUT TO:
INT. LEILA'S LOFT -- MORNING
Evy lets herself in with a key.
EVY
Hello? Leila?
No answer.
Evy unloads a shopping bag of goodies in Leila's kitchen: lotions, some pornographic magazines, a video or two, some lingerie. She puts a bottle of champagne in the fridge, and is about to do the same with some fresh, raw oysters. Paxil jumps on a stool.
EVY (CONT'D)
Hi, Postum.
Paxil stands on his hind legs. Evy scoops a few oysters in his bowl.
EVY (CONT'D)
They're oysters. You'll like 'em.
The phone rings. Evy answers on the portable and heads for Leila's bedroom with the lingerie.
EVY (CONT'D)
Hello? Hello?
(long beat)
You have the wrong number.
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INT. LEILA'S BEDROOM -- CONTINUOUS
Evy enters still on the phone, and fishes around in Leila's closet for some clothes to "borrow".
EVY
I said, you have the wrong number.
(beat)
OK. What kind of clown do you want.
(beat)
Nope, sorry. He died in a freak piñata accident. But thanks for calling.
She hangs up, stuffs the scarf she has snared into her bag, and walks back to the kitchen.
CUT TO:
INT. LEILA'S KITCHEN -- CONTINUOUS
Evy puts the phone down, writes "I fed myself" on a Post-It, sticks it on the dog, and is out the door.
CUT TO:
INT. MUFFIN SHOP -- DAY
Evy enters the muffin shop, not particularly surprised to find a basin filled with grape Kool-Aid, and Darcy's head in it. Dottie stands above her monitoring the dye job.
Customer is unusually perky, as he devours an actual lunch.
EVY
Where'd he get...food?
Dottie motions toward the kitchen where Menu Man kneads a pile of sourdough. Evy is instantly struck by his looks.
EVY (CONT'D)
Who's he?
DARCY
A stray. Leila adopted him.
EVY
(to Menu Man)
Hey, who are you?
Menu Man looks up, biceps rippling, chest hair glistening, flour flecking...
MENU MAN
Strictly "need-to-know" basis.
Her peek at Menu Man says "Mysterious AND Cute".
EVY
(to girls)
Have you guys seen Leila? She's not upstairs.
DOTTIE
Sorry.
EVY
Tight ship, as always. This place is like the Microsoft of muffin shops.
Dottie beams until a glance from Darcy lets her know that wasn't a compliment.
EVY (CONT'D)
(to Darcy)
Nice 'do.
Rack focus past the dripping Darcy to Menu Man. A serious look is exchanged. Evy shudders and leaves.
CUT TO:
INT. ERNEST AND MAMMY'S KITCHEN -- AFTERNOON
Mammy ducks his head in the refrigerator.
MAMMY
You're skin and bones. I'm making you a Tin Roof.
Leila sits on a stool at the kitchen "island". Mammy pulls out hot fudge, ice cream and peanuts.
MAMMY (CONT'D)
It's your Uncle's favorite. Every bite could kill him.
LEILA
Mammy, you're kind of like a woman, right?
MAMMY
It's a good thing I love you, dear.
LEILA
No, you know what I mean. You're...softer than Uncle.
MAMMY
Thank you, sweetie.
LEILA
You still have sex with him, don't you?
MAMMY
You are aware that normal people don't talk like this?
LEILA
Well, when you do, does a big bell go off or something, because I've interviewed some men and, I don't think I've got a bell, Mammy.
Mammy kisses the top of her head.
MAMMY
It's just in a different key, dear. Wait for the right song.
INT. ERNEST AND MAMMY'S HOUSE -- AFTERNOON
They take their sundaes into the living room, where Uncle Ernest sits in his half-mo