Continued from Working Titles I:5.
[Lights up on Charlie and Sam at The Ugly Mug coffee shop. Jazz music is playing.]
Sam: So, we moved to San Antonio in June. He met Cindy. He moved out a month later. I stayed for my job and have called San Antonio home ever since.
Charlie: I am so sorry. That’s awful!
Sam: San Antonio’s a great place, really.
Charlie: Sorry, I meant about him leaving you.
Sam: Yes, I know, but I am happy now. How about you? I feel I have been talking the whole time. Tell me about you.
Charlie: There’s not much to tell, really.
Sam: Kelly says you’re a writer?
Charlie: That’s right.
Sam: What do you write about?
Charlie: All kinds of stuff. Whatever I find interesting. Sometimes it is just about what sells at the time.
Sam: I see. Um, what is the latest thing you have had published?
Charlie: Well, let’s see. I just had a story published about the shaving industry.
Sam: Okay. [They sit silently for a few moments.]
Charlie: You would be surprised, really. Did you know over 164 thousand people use disposable razors?
Sam: I had no idea.
Charlie: It keeps going up. Soon it will be over 165 thousand.
Charlie: The sheer amount of plastic in the razors we are throwing away is… Okay, I’m already boring you, aren’t I.
Sam: Not at all. [She yawns.]
Charlie: I’m a better writer than conversationalist.
Sam: Well. Thanks again for the coffee. I had a great time.
Charlie: Are you already ready to go?
Sam: Not if you aren’t.
Charlie: No. Not at all. I was hoping to…Uh…
Sam: Yes, Charlie?
Charlie: Do you like…
Sam: Do I like what?
[Sinatra song like I’ve Got You Under My Skin starts to play.]
Charlie: Do you like, sushi?
Sam: Sure. [Chuckles]
Charlie: [Chuckles awkwardly in return.] I like sushi.
Sam: Charlie, was that all you were going to ask me?
Charlie: I really like this song.
[Sam listens for a moment and then starts to hum the melody. Charlie starts to sing along. Sam joins in with a harmony to the finish of the song.]
Charlie: You have a lovely voice.
Sam: Thank you.
Charlie: That was…that…
Sam: So, Jake is your best friend?
Charlie: Jake? Well, yeah. Yes he is.
Sam: How long have you known him?
Charlie: Since we were kids. We got into a fight at school. He punched me. I never hit anyone before, so, I didn’t know what to do. I just stood there looking at him. I guess he didn’t know what to do either. After that, we respected each other, but I kept my distance. Then, several years ago, we saw each other at a class reunion. We’ve been best friends ever since.
Sam: What did you fight about.
Charlie: Missy Waites.
Sam: Sorry? Missy what?
Charlie: Missy Waites. That was her name. He had a crush on her. She liked me. I was… oblivious. I had a crush on Connie McLemore. So, at recess, he let me have it.
Sam: Recess? What grade were you in.
Sam: Fourth grade?
Charlie: That’s right.
Sam: That’s a lot of drama for fourth graders.
Charlie: You have no idea. Later that year Missy had a crush on Leslie Whitney. So Jake picked a fight with him. I thought he was going to kill him.
Sam: Oh, did Jake hurt Leslie?
Charlie: No. Leslie weighed 150 pounds in fourth grade. Jake got a real beating. He stopped picking fights after that. Kept saying he was a lover, not a fighter. Which I thought was pretty astute for fourth grade.
Sam: Yes it was.
Charlie: So, you never answered my question.
Sam: What question.
Charlie: Would you like to join me for sushi tomorrow night.
Sam: You never asked me that question.
Charlie: Didn’t I?
Sam: It’s getting late. I really should spend some time with Kelly before she goes to bed.
Charlie: Right. Of course.
Sam: Thanks for coffee.
Charlie. May I walk you home.
Sam: You live in the same building.
Sam: Yes, Of course you may.
Charlie: Excellent. Hey, about tomorrow night…
Sam: I really should spend some time with Kelly.
Sam: Perhaps Kelly and I can both join you for sushi?
Charlie: Yeah, sure.
Sam: Maybe you could invite Jake to join us.
Charlie: Alright. Sounds like a date.
Sam: A date?
Charlie: A plan. Sounds like a plan.
[Lights crossfade, coming up on Charlie’s living room where Duggy is sitting, drinking a sugary soda and fuming. Richard enters USC. Duggy attempts to hide the soda until he sees who entered.]
Richard: Ah! I don’t think that is on your diet there, Douglas.
Duggy: I don’t see how that’s any of your concern.
Richard: I’m just worried about my roomie getting pummeled by his girlfriend.
Duggy: I don’t see how that’s any of your concern, either.
Richard: What’s got into you?
Duggy: You did!
Richard: What are you talking about?
Duggy: You know good and well what I’m talking about.
Richard: I’m sure I don’t.
Duggy: You are a dirty little…slime ball!
Richard: What the…
Duggy: You are a traitor, a back stabber, a filthy, dirty…
Richard: You already called me dirty. Now, please explain what it is you’re…
Duggy: I know about the text messages!
Richard: I suspected.
Duggy: Charlie’s going to kick you out, you know!
Richard: In your dreams.
Duggy: He will!
Richard: He won’t. He’s letting Jake steal his new girl right out from under him. You watch, they’ll still be besties for sure.
Duggy: What are you talking about? Sam? But Jake is…
Richard: Hey, you can’t help who you fall in love with.
Duggy: And how do you know about this?
Richard: It’s obvious. Just like your girl’s affections for me.
[Duggy rushes Richard in attempt to tackle him. Richard moves and trips Duggy who lands on his side and rolls onto his back.]
Richard: Careful Duggy. I hear Charlie really hates violence.
[Charlie enters USC as lights come up on Kelly’s settee wagon.]
Charlie: [Singing] I’ve got you…deep in the heart of me… Duggy? What are you doing down there?