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    Hello all -
    I am an occasional lurker, who really likes the idea of the writing exercise forum. Thanks to whoever started it. And, an extra special thanks to the scribe who posted the formatting for idiots guide.

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    Code:
    EXT. MOVIE THEATRE - LATE AFTERNOON
    
                   Near the Santa Monica Pier.  He walks out of the theatre,
                   looks at his watch.  The light blinds his eyes.  Difficult to
                   read the time.
    
                   EXT. SANTA MONICA PIER - LATE AFTERNOON
    
                   He sits on a bench, watches the sand blow in the wind.  A
                   seagull lands on the railing in front of him.  
    
                   He looks at his watch -
    
                   And gets up.
    
                   INT. CAR - EVENING
    
                   He reshuffles the files in his briefcase.
    
                   Then, sits in his car.
    
                   INT. HOUSE - EVENING
    
                   She's in the house, making everything pretty - putting things
                   away, lighting candles, playing soothing music.
    
                   She checks the clock, runs upstairs.
    
                                       HER
                             Oops.
    
                   She slows down - walks up the stairs.
    
                   INT. BATHROOM - EVENING
    
                   She undresses, checks herself in the mirror.
    
                   She pushes out her belly -
    
                                       HER
                             Yuck.
    
                   Pushes her boobs together and up -
    
                                       HER
                             Now we're talking.
    
                   She steps into the shower.
    
                   INT. HOUSE - NIGHT
    
                   He walks in, picks up the paper, starts to read.
    
                                       HER (O.S.)
                             Honey, is that you?
    
                   He sets his bag down, plops down on the couch.
    
                                       HIM
                             Yeah.
    
                                       HER (O.S.)
                             How was your day?
    
                                       HIM
                             Usual.
    
                                       HER (O.S.)
                             I'll be out in a little bit.
    
                                       HIM
                             Take your time.
    
                   He loosens his tie and takes off his shoes, continues to
                   read.
    
                   She runs out, in her towel.
    
                                       HIM
                             Hey… You're all wet.
    
                   She sits on his lap.
    
                                       HER
                             So are you now.
    
                                       HIM
                             This is a good suit.
    
                                       HER
                             Oh, honey.  I'm just happy to see
                             you.
    
                                       HIM
                             I know.  I know, but you're getting
                             my paper wet.
    
                   He pushes her off, then gets up.
    
                                       HER
                             You wanna beer?
    
                                       HIM
                             Sure.
    
                   He goes into the bathroom.
    
                   INT. BATHROOM - EVENING
    
                   He sits on the toilet - but he's not going.  The lid is down. 
                   He sits for a while, then flushes.
    
                   INT. LIVING ROOM - EVENING
    
                   He walks in.  She hands him a beer.  She takes a sip ginger
                   ale and smiles at him.
    
                                       HIM
                             What's this?
    
                                       HER
                             It's a beer.
    
                   She clinks his bottle with hers.
    
                                       HIM
                             A Bass beer.  You know I don't
                             drink this stuff.
    
                                       HER
                             I know, but I wanted to splurge.
    
                                       HIM
                             I'm happy with PBR.
    
                   She kisses him.
    
                                       HER
                             Let me do something nice for you.
    
                                       HIM
                             Well, you shouldn't.
    
                                       HER
                             I should.
    
                                       HIM
                             When you start earning a paycheck
                             then you can decide what beer I
                             drink.
    
                   She pulls away, looks him over.
    
                   Then, she goes into the bathroom and slams the door.
    
                   He picks up his paper -
    
                   Sits down in a chair -
    
                   Tries to read -
    
                   Can't focus.
    
                   throws the paper.
    
                   INT.  BATHROOM - EVENING
    
                   She sits on the toilet, crying.  An ad for baby food stares
                   at her.
    
                                       HIM (O.S.)
                             Honey...
    
                   She rips the ad out of the magazine.
    
                                       HIM (O.S.)
                             Honey, I'm sorry.
    
                                       HER
                             It's okay.
    
                                       HIM (O.S.)
                             No, it's not.  I just lost my
                             temper.  I'm really sorry.
    
                                       HER
                             You didn't notice.
    
                                       HIM (O.S.)
                             What?
    
                                       HER
                             I was drinking ginger ale.
    
                                       HIM (O.S.)
                             So?
    
                   She opens the door.
    
                                       HER
                             So...  I pulled out a beer for you
                             and a ginger ale for me.
    
                                       HIM
                             Are you on a diet?  You don't need
                             to be...
    
                   She walks past him, to -
    
    
    
                   INT. LIVING ROOM - EVENING
    
                                       HER 
                             You are such a jerk sometimes.
    
                                       HIM
                             What did I do?
    
                                       HER 
                             If you took your nose out of these
                             files once in a while.
    
                   She pulls the files out of his briefcase.
    
                                       HIM
                             They're mine.
    
                                       HER
                             You treat them like china.  They
                             won't break.
    
                                       HIM
                             Don't you dare.
    
                   She throws them in the air.  The files fall to the ground.  
    
                   Each one is EMPTY.
    
                                       HER
                             What happened to your papers?
    
                                       HIM
                             There are no papers...  Anymore.
    
                   She falls down on the folders.

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