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INT. SHELLEY’S COVE – NIGHT

House music BLARES and gyrating bodies abound. Amanda dances with some girlfriends as Vicki leans against the bar, drink in hand, talking to BOB.

BOB
So, how does someone so young get
to be a vice president?

VICKI
Oh, you know, hard work,
determination. The usual. It can be
stressful, but it’s worth it.

BOB
That’s amazing. I’ve been working
for the same boss for seven years
and I haven’t even gotten one
single promotion.

Vicki looks past Bob to see STEFAN standing the corner. Stefan is tall, dark and handsome. He lights up a cigarette. He shoots Vicki a glance and smiles, cool as can be.
Vicki smiles back.

VICKI
Yeah, well, keep at it. This could
be your year.

BOB
That’s what I keep telling myself,
but it’s like, you can only sell
hot dogs for someone else for so
long, you know? Eventually, you’ve
got to just dive in and get your
own cart, take that chance.

VICKI
(still looking at Stefan)
Uh hunh…

BOB
But, you know, then you’ve got to
lay out for mustard, for
sauerkraut, for the umbrella. You
know that umbrella doesn’t come
with the cart? You’ve got to buy
that separately!

A bouncer approaches Stefan, indicating that he cannot smoke in the club. Stefan puts the cigarette out, takes one more look at Vicki, and heads for the door.

VICKI
That’s horrible, Bill.

BOB
Bob.

VICKI
Right, Bob. Listen, I’ve got to run
to the bathroom, I’ll see you in a
minute, okay?

BOB
Sure.

Vicki walks away, directly towards the entrance to the club.

EXT. SHELLEY’S COVE -NIGHT
Vicki exits the club and looks around. At first she doesn’t see Stefan, but then she spots a shadow moving by a nearby alley. She walks over to the alley. In the alley, leaning up against a wall, is Stefan, in the midst of lighting another cigarette.

VICKI
Can I get one of those?

Stefan looks up, then pulls out another cigarette, lights it, and hands it to her. Vicki takes it and leans up against the wall next to him.

VICKI (CONT’D)
Pretty lame in there, hunh?

STEFAN
It was fine. I just needed a smoke.

VICKI
Oh, I love your accent. What is
that, Russian?

STEFAN
Romanian.

VICKI
Romanian, right, that’s what I
meant. I’m Vicki.

She extends her hand. Stefan shakes it.

STEFAN
Stefan.

VICKI
Stefan. What a great name.

STEFAN
Great name, great accent, I guess
I’m the perfect man, hunh?

VICKI
Oh, I’m sorry, I just… I’m just
trying to make conversation.

STEFAN
No, I’m sorry. That was rude. It’s
nice to meet you, Vicki.

VICKI
Nice to meet you, too. How long
have you been in New York?

STEFAN
Only a year, now, but I have
visited in the past, many times.

VICKI
That’s cool. Before I moved to New
York, I had visited many times too.

STEFAN
And where are you originally from?

VICKI
Jersey. Montvale, New Jersey. Where
I’m fortunate enough to be going
back this weekend for several days
of suburban family fun.

STEFAN
I don’t have any family anymore.

Vicki finishes her cigarette and tosses it on the ground.

VICKI
You’re lucky. I’m saddled with a
retired father who has decided to
become a pig rancher, a mother
whose career is being disappointed
in me, a sister whose example I can
never live up to, and her kids, who
I love to death, but am always
seeming to screw up with.

STEFAN
Pigs? Really?

Vicki smiles.

VICKI
You can smell them for miles.

STEFAN
I’ll bet you would miss them if
they were gone.

VICKI
Are you kidding? I want to shower
the second I hear them squealing.

STEFAN
No, no, not the pigs. Your family.

VICKI
Oh, right, well, of course I would.
They just make it hard sometimes,
you know? I have to lie to them
constantly just to stay sane.

STEFAN
You probably make it hard for them
sometimes too.

Vicki smirks.

VICKI
You really know how to woo a girl.
You’re lucky you have that accent.
OK, change of topic. What is it
that you do?

STEFAN
I’m studying abroad. I hope to
teach someday.

VICKI
Really? Interesting. What exactly
are you studying?

STEFAN
American history.

VICKI
Oh, cool. I love history.
Stefan raises an eyebrow.

STEFAN
Really? What do you love about it?

VICKI
Umm… I love the way it repeats
itself. Heh heh.

Stefan smiles.

STEFAN
You’re cute. Do you want to get out
of here?

VICKI
Sure. I don’t live too far from
here. We could have a quiet drink
at my place.

STEFAN
Quiet drink sounds good.

As Vicki and Stefan emerge from the alley, Amanda spots them.

AMANDA
There you are!

Amanda pulls Vicki away.

AMANDA (CONT’D)
I’ve been looking everywhere for
you. What are you doing?

VICKI
I was just talking to this nice guy
over here.

AMANDA
Nice guy? That guy looks like
someone you met through a
Craigslist ad. Seriously. Creep
central!

VICKI
He’s not a creep. He’s Romanian.

Amanda stares blankly.

AMANDA
OK, I don’t know what that means,
but I hope you’re not planning on
taking that guy home with you
tonight. He’s going to roofie you
and eat your brains.

VICKI
Well, hopefully he’ll be eating
something…

AMANDA
Vicki! Promise me you’re not going
home with that guy.

Vicki sighs.

VICKI
Fine. Look. We’ll go to a diner
have something to eat, I’ll get his
number and then send him on his
way. Fair enough?

AMANDA
You’d better. I don’t want to read
in the Post tomorrow about a girl
found on the floor of her apartment
with eaten brains.

VICKI
You won’t. I swear.

They hug and Vicki trots back to Stefan.

STEFAN
Everything all right?

VICKI
I promised my friend we’d go get
something to eat. Can we do that?
Or are you going to make a liar out
of me?

Stefan looks concerned.

STEFAN

Well, I’m kind of on a…special
diet. But I’d be glad to buy you
something to eat.

VICKI
What kind of diet? You look like
you’re in pretty good shape. Maybe
I should try it.

STEFAN
Hmm. Maybe once we’ve gotten to
know each other a little better.

Vicki shrugs.

VICKI
OK. There’s a diner a couple of
blocks down. Let’s go.

INT. DINER -NIGHT
Stefan watches as Vicki ravenously devours a hamburger.

VICKI
God, I love the taste of meat after
I’ve been drinking, you know?

Stefan continues to marvel at Vicki’s appetite.

STEFAN
I can see that. You’re something
else, Vicki.

VICKI
(through a mouthful of
food)
Oh, yeah, I get that a lot. Like
“you lost another job? Vicki,
you’re something else.” or “Dumped
again? Vicki, you’re something
else.”

STEFAN
That’s not how I mean it.

VICKI
How do you mean it?

STEFAN
I mean that in 100 years I’ve never
met anyone like you.

Vicki smiles.

VICKI
Ah, your English is good, but not
perfect. You mean “in 100 years you
will never meet anyone like me.”

STEFAN
That too.

They lock eyes.

VICKI
Let’s get out of here.

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