A FRATERNITY HOUSE on the campus of the UNIVERSITY OF PENNSYLVANIA. Loud music is playing and people are everywhere. COLE walks in like he owns the place and BAILEY follows. Cole scopes out the room for a moment before recognizing a group standing in the corner.

COLE: Ah, there they are. (Bailey follows him over to his friends.) Yo, man…waz up! (Cole high-fives three guys in the group.)
BUDDY 1: Hey, dude. (Recognizing Bailey from the Sport’s Bar) What’s with the designated driver?
COLE: (Sternly) Cool it, man…this is my roommate - Salinger. (To Bailey) Salinger, this is Robby. (Looking directly at Robby, sternly) It’s okay, man…he’s cool.
ROBBY: (Extending his hand) Yo. What’s up, Salinger?
BAILEY: Yo. (Bailey looks to the side, silently mouthing the word “yo,” surprised that he said it.)
BUDDY 2: C’mon, Salinger…let me introduce you to a couple friends of mine. (He reaches into a huge tub full of liquor on ice. He grabs a couple of bottles.) I’d like you to meet “Mr. Bud” and “Mr. Daniels.”
BAILEY: (Shaking his head with his mouth open) Uh, thanks but…that’s okay.
BUDDY 2: Aw, c’mon, man!
COLE: Hey, he said he doesn’t want it. (To Bailey) C’mon - I’ll show you around. (They begin threading through the crowd. As they enter the living room, Cole sees a girl he wants to talk to. To Bailey) Hold on a minute…I’ve been workin’ on her for the last couple of weeks. I’ll be right back. (Cole walks over to the girl and begins talking to her. Bailey watches them for a moment, then looks at the crowd. After a moment, a girl approaches him.)
GIRL: (Moving to the music)Hey, wanna dance?
BAILEY: Uh, no thanks. (Bailey looks over at Cole, who is still talking to the girl.)
GIRL: What…you don’t dance?
BAILEY: No, it’s just…I’ve got two left feet.
GIRL: I see…well, how ‘bout a drink?
BAILEY: Uh, actually I’m just here with a friend. I’m really not a partier…y’know? (Cole returns with a disappointed look.)
COLE: (To Bailey) Ah, she wasn’t my type anyway.
BAILEY: (To the girl) Hey, I gotta go. (Cole and Bailey walk away, and the girl stands there watching them.)

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CLAUDIA’S DORM ROOM. CURTIS just brought CLAUDIA flowers of congratulations for making first chair on the Juilliard Freshman Orchestra. He picked her up and spun her around in excitement as Nora let Todd in.

CLAUDIA: (Surprised) Todd! (Curtis stops spinning her and lets her down. Claudia and Curtis are frozen like statues.)
TODD: (Confused) Hi. Am I…interrupting...
CLAUDIA: (Walking to Todd.) Don’t be silly…we were just…(Looking at Todd.) It sure is good to see you. (She awkwardly puts her arms around him. He reciprocates with reservation. After a moment Claudia pulls back.) Todd, this is Curtis, a very good friend of mine. Curtis, this is Todd, my boyfriend. (To Todd, smiling excitedly.) Curtis just informed me that I made first chair!
TODD: Really? Wow…I had no idea. That’s wonderful, Claud! Not that I didn’t think you would, just that…I didn’t know you had found out yet.
CURTIS: (Interjecting) Yeah, the roster was just posted about fifteen minutes ago. A friend of mine gave me the heads up. (Turning to Claudia) Hey, I’ll catch ya later. Congratulations.
CLAUDIA: Thanks, Curtis. Let me walk you to the door.
CURTIS: Eh, that’s okay. (Looks directly at Todd.) I know my way out. (Curtis walks out as Todd sits on the couch.)
TODD: (After a moment of awkward silence, Todd looks around.) Wow. This sure is a great place you’ve got here!
CLAUDIA: (Happily) So what are you doing here? I totally didn’t expect this. (She walks over and sits on his lap.)
TODD: Oh, uh…just an extended weekend, you know. (Claudia notices an odd smile on Todd’s face.)
CLAUDIA: (Curious) So why didn’t you come yesterday, then? (Playfully demanding.) And how come you didn’t tell me? (She playfully pokes him in the side.) I’m glad you’re here, though…I’ve really missed you.
TODD: (Playful) Well…Curtis sure seems to be keeping you busy…(Claudia pouts playfully and Todd moves closer to her and takes her in his arms.)

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FRATERNITY HOUSE. BAILEY grabs a can of soda from the kitchen and makes his way through the crowded house toward the living room. As he pushes through the doorway a girl bumps into him and spills her glass of red wine on his shirt. It is the same girl that was trying to get him to dance earlier.

GIRL: I am so sorry. (Patting the stain) Oh, look at how I’ve messed your shirt…
BAILEY: (Looking down at his shirt) Don’t worry about it…(Bailey begins walking away.)
GIRL: (Getting in front of Bailey) No…wait. I can’t let you go around looking like…
BAILEY: It’s okay…I said don’t worry about it. (He begins walking away again.)
GIRL: (Getting in front of him again) Look, at least let me treat it so the stain won’t set.
BAILEY: (Stopping, he sighs) Alright, what do you need to do?
GIRL: I’ve got just the thing. Follow me. (She takes Bailey’s hand and leads him upstairs.) Oh, what a clod I am…my name is Jenny. (Bailey looks around at the crowd as he follows her. He notices Cole has just spotted him. Cole’s eyes open wide as he gives Bailey a huge “thumbs up”.)
BAILEY: (Confused by Cole’s gesture) Oh, uh…hi. I’m Bailey.
JENNY: That’s an interesting name. You’re not from around here, are you? (They reach the top of the stairs and she leads him toward a bedroom.)
BAILEY: No…I’m not. Where are we going?
JENNY: I’m gonna need you to take your shirt off so I can treat it properly…I figured you’d want some privacy. (She holds open a bedroom door for Bailey to enter. He looks skeptical, but enters. She closes the door behind them.) Okay, now off with it.
BAILEY: You don’t hold anything back, do you?
JENNY: (Shakes her head) You’ll never get that stain out if you don’t get cold water on it right away. Now off with it. (Bailey apprehensively unbuttons his shirt.)
BAILEY: I should tell you up front…I’m married.
JENNY: (Laughing) Now that’s a good one. That’s why you’re living at a dorm and attending a frat party on a Saturday night…(Shakes her head.) Yeah, right. (Bailey hands her his shirt.)
BAILEY: (Smiling wider, with his dimples showing.) My wife’s out of town, that’s all…
JENNY: (Shakes her head.) Hmph. (Trying not to stare at his bare chest.) You’re not uncomfortable, are you?
BAILEY: No, why?
JENNY: Then relax a bit…kick your shoes off. Have a seat. (Pointing to the bed) I’m gonna be a minute. (She disappears into the bathroom and the sound of running water can be heard. Bailey looks around the room. After a few moments Jenny returns and begins rummaging through the top dresser drawer as if looking for something specific.) Now where did she put it…(She pulls out a small package, examines it and recognizes it’s a condom.)
BAILEY: (Nervously) Um…(Jenny throws the package on the floor.)
JENNY: That’s not it. (She looks for a moment longer, before pulling out a package of Stain Wipes.) Got it. (Looks at Bailey.) I’m sorry, did you say something?
BAILEY: (Embarrassed) No…not a thing.
JENNY: Relax, will you? This is a party! (She disappears into the bathroom again. Bailey slowly walks over to the bed and sits down. After sitting for a few moments he lifts his feet up and leans back against the pillows. There’s a sports magazine next to the bed so he begins flipping through pages. After a little while she emerges in the doorway and holds the shirt up.) Now how’s this for talent?
BAILEY: Wow. (He gets up and examines the shirt.) Not one trace of the stain. (Looking at Jenny) That is talent…except that it’s soaked!
JENNY: That’s okay, let me put it under the heat lamp and it’ll be dry in a few minutes. (She goes back into the bathroom to put the shirt under the heat lamp and returns after a moment.) So, what should we do while we’re waiting? (Bailey raises an eyebrow.) I know…do you dance?
BAILEY: I told you…
JENNY: Two left-feet…not a problem, I’ll go slow…
BAILEY: No, not that…
JENNY: Let me guess…it’s that wife thing again. Don’t worry, it’ll be innocent, I promise. (She smiles shyly and takes his hands, placing them on her waist. With mock amazement) Wait, let me guess…you just happen to have your wedding ring in for sizing, right? (She wraps her arms around his neck, trying not to stare at his chest. They begin to slow dance.)
BAILEY: Okay, okay...I’m not married. I am involved in a serious relationship, though.
JENNY: Engaged?
BAILEY: No…
JENNY: (Moving her lips closer to his) Then how serious can it be?
BAILEY: (Moves his face backwards, but is still dancing) Very. It’s just…well, she’s in England.
JENNY: (Slowly and seductively) So…she’ll never know. (She leans forward and kisses Bailey. He backs away as soon as their lips touch.)
BAILEY: (Sternly) No. That isn’t happening.
JENNY: Ooh, a faithful one. How attractive. (She seductively begins unbuttoning her blouse.)
BAILEY: What part of no don’t you understand?
JENNY: (Exposing a black, lacy bra.) Aw, come on. Tell me you aren’t a little tempted? (She runs her fingers down her neck and across her chest.)
BAILEY: I gotta get outta here. (He runs into the bathroom and grabs his shirt. Clumsily he throws it on, still soaked. He buttons the shirt as he rushes out of the room. He stops at the top of the stairs to look for Cole as he fastens the sleeves. Spotting Cole, he rushes down the stairs and tries tucking in the shirt. When he reaches Cole the buttons are mis-alligned and his shirt is half un-tucked.)
COLE: (Proudly) Way to go, Salinger! (He holds his hand up to give Bailey a high-five.)
BAILEY: No, Cole…you don’t understand. We have to get out of here!
COLE: Bag ‘em and tag ‘em, ey man? (Bailey nervously looks at the stairs. He sees that Jenny is at the top of the stairs searching for him.)
BAILEY: Now, man. (Bailey grabs Cole and pulls him toward the door.)

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CHARLIE AND KIRSTEN’S BEDROOM. CHARLIE enters the room to find KIRSTEN working at their desk. Kirsten looks up from the document she is reading, but no words are spoken. After a moment of pregnant silence, she returns her gaze to her work. Charlie sighs and sits on the edge of their bed, taking off his boots. Once finished, Charlie begins walking toward the bathroom as Kirsten calls after him.

KIRSTEN: (Naggingly, still looking at her document) Are you going to leave those there?
CHARLIE: (Turning around) What?
KIRSTEN: (Looking at Charlie) Your boots. You shouldn’t just leave them on the floor.
CHARLIE: (Coldly, picking up the boots) Fine. (Charlie puts them in the closet.)
KIRSTEN: (Looking back at her document, she speaks quietly but loud enough for Charlie to hear.) I shouldn’t always be the one to put them away…
CHARLIE: What? (Kirsten looks up.) What did you say?
KIRSTEN: (With clear enunciation) I said I shouldn’t have to put them away.
CHARLIE: (Agitated) When have you had to put them away?
KIRSTEN: (Sternly) Every time you forget…which is more often then you think.
CHARLIE: But you’ve never said anything…
KIRSTEN: (Interrupting) I’m saying it now. (Kirsten glares at Charlie for a moment before returning to her document. Charlie shakes his head, then once again heads toward the bathroom.)

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DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SHELTER. JULIA has just finished dishing out the last meal. She is cleaning up in the kitchen as JACKIE, one of the residents, enters. Jackie looks about thirty years old. She has shoulder-length, dirty-blonde hair. She is neatly dressed in blue jeans and a sweat shirt. Jackie walks up behind Julia, who is leaning over the sink, and taps her on the shoulder.

JACKIE: (Excitedly) Hi, Julia. It’s so good to see you again.
JULIA: (Jackie hugs her as she turns around.) Hi, Jackie. You sure look a lot better.
JACKIE: (Smiling) I am…I’m going home.
JULIA: (Confused) What? I thought Tom refused to leave.
JACKIE: (Shrugs) Yeah, well…he says he’s willing to work with me. He really loves me, you know. He’s been paging me everyday and…well, it really isn’t fair for me to keep the children from their father...
JULIA: Jackie! You can’t be serious…last week you were talking about all the things you wanted to do for yourself, for a change...if you go back you’ll ruin everything. I mean, what about…what about the self-defense course?
JACKIE: Don’t you see? I don’t need that now, Julia. Tom has never been as attentive as he’s been these past few weeks…
JULIA: But Jackie…we were gonna go together.
JACKIE: (Her smile fades) What do you want from me, Julia? I’m happy. Everything’s finally falling into place in my life. Isn’t that why you’re here? To help us get back on track?
JULIA: (Caught of guard) Well…yeah, I mean…I suppose…but just last week…
JACKIE: (Interrupting) You have to understand…I wasn’t myself. (Convincingly) I can’t give up on my marriage, Julia. I made a commitment to this man. As long as he’s willing to work on it then…well, I am to. Things are gonna finally be how they’re supposed to be. You’ll see. I’ll give you my number so we can keep in touch. (Julia still looks shocked. In a more convincing tone.) You’ll see. (Jackie looks intently at Julia for a moment before exiting the kitchen. Dumfounded, Julia watches her walk away.)

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GRIFFIN and STEPHANIE have just arrived at CHARLIE'S HOUSE on Griffin’s motorcycle. They hang their helmets on the bike and walk toward the GUEST HOUSE. Griffin is carrying his mail.

STEPHANIE: (Excitedly) So I was thinking we could go as Antony and Cleopatra. Wouldn’t that be great?
GRIFFIN: (Shrugs) Yeah…great.
STEPHANIE: So we’ll need to leave right at five o’clock. Will you be able to get off early, so you can be ready?
GRIFFIN: Sure, that shouldn’t be a prob…wait, that’s right – I promised Owen I’d take him trick-or-treating…
STEPHANIE: (Upset) Well, what’s wrong with Charlie?
GRIFFIN: He’s busy…anyway, I already promised Owen I would do it.
STEPHANIE: But you knew we had this party to go to.
GRIFFIN: Look, I forgot, okay. It’s no big deal – we’ll just go a little late. (They arrive at the door and Griffin puts his key into the lock. Stephanie is becoming increasingly agitated.)
STEPHANIE: No big deal? This is my number one customer! I can’t just…
GRIFFIN: (Entering the house) Then go without me…I’ll meet you there, or something…
STEPHANIE: Oh, and just how would that look?
GRIFFIN: (Defensively) Better than showing up with a mechanic.
STEPHANIE: (Sweetly) Darling…come on. It would really mean so much…(Griffin looks directly at Stephanie as the phone rings.)
GRIFFIN: (Sternly, walking towards the phone) I’m taking him trick-or-treating. (Griffin puts down his mail and picks up the phone.) Hello?
MICHELLE: (In a happy tone) Hi, Grif. It’s Michelle. How are you?
GRIFFIN: (Monotone) Oh, I’m okay. How about you?
MICHELLE: (With uncontrolled excitement) I got that job, Griffy. Isn’t that great. I’m moving back to San Francisco! I was really hoping you’d be able to show me around and…maybe help me find an apartment?
GRIFFIN: (Interested, but unhappy) Wow. That’s really cool. Yeah, sure I’ll help you.
MICHELLE: Oh, that would be so wonderful. My sister’s real busy with her job and all. I can stay with her for now, but I really need to get out of her hair. (Michelle’s excitement is contagious and Griffin’s tone becomes increasingly cheerful.)
GRIFFIN: So when will you be back?
MICHELLE: Actually, I’m on my way to the airport right now. I was hoping we could go looking…I dunno, maybe…Thursday?
GRIFFIN: Yeah, Thursday should be good. (Stephanie folds her arms, looking upset.)
MICHELLE: Thank you so much, Grif! You don’t know how much this helps me.
GRIFFIN: (Humble) It’s no big deal, really…
MICHELLE: Well, I still appreciate it. Hey, I better get going…how about if you give me a call at my sister’s tomorrow? Do you still have the number?
GRIFFIN: Yeah, I’ve got it right here. I’ll call you tomorrow then…Oh, hey…congratulations.
MICHELLE: (Smiling) Thanks, Griffy…(pauses for a second.) Hey, you don’t mind if I still call you that, do you?
GRIFFIN: (With a shy smile) Just not in public, okay?
MICHELLE: Deal! Talk to you tomorrow.
GRIFFIN: Yeah. Bye. (He smiles as he hangs up the phone.) That was Michelle…
STEPHANIE: (Rolls her eyes) I see you have time to help her out! (Griffin’s face tenses up.)
GRIFFIN: (Sarcastic) Well, maybe she’s not as strict with her time constraints.
STEPHANIE: (Pleading) Griffin, you know how important this is…
GRIFFIN: (Sternly) That discussion is over. I’m taking him trick-or-treating and we can figure things out from there. (Stephanie is quiet for a few moments before she speaks again.)
STEPHANIE: Well…I suppose we could be a little late. Could you be back here by…oh, say…five?
GRIFFIN: That barely gives us an hour…how about five-thirty.
STEPHANIE: (Conceding.) O-kay. But not a minute later, alright?
GRIFFIN: (Shrugs) Yeah. (He begins looking at his mail.)
STEPHANIE: (After thinking for a moment…) So what do you say we go looking for our costumes on…uh, Thursday?
GRIFFIN: (Still looking through his mail) Yeah, sure…whatever. (Stephanie smiles to herself as she sits on the couch. Griffin puts his mail down.) Why Thursday?
STEPHANIE: (Hurriedly) Well, I want to make sure we get them before all the…uh, good ones are gone. I wouldn’t want us to have to go as Bonnie and Clyde or something…(Griffin turns the TV on and joins her on the couch. He begins flipping channels with the remote.)
GRIFFIN: That actually wouldn’t be so bad… (Thinking) Wait a sec…didn’t you just hear me say I’m helping Michelle find a place to stay on Thursday? (Looks squarely at Stephanie.) Why do pull crap like that?
STEPHANIE: (Innocently) What are you talking about? If you can’t do it Thursday, we can go another day. (Griffin shakes his head and turns toward the TV. After a second he looks back at Stephanie with a look of irritation.)
GRIFFIN: (Upset) No, you were trying to set me up…to make it seem like I’m choosing her over you…because you know if I wouldn’t have remembered right away...
STEPHANIE: (With an innocent smile) Darling, what are you talking about? I told you…we can go another day. I just thought Thursday would be good. (Pauses for a moment, then looks adoringly at Griffin and twirls her hair.) Look, I don’t want us to argue. Hey, there’s a good movie on Lifetime…why don’t I make some popcorn?
GRIFFIN: Tell you what…you go make the popcorn, but let’s watch Stargate: SG1—it’s a new one.
STEPHANIE: (Conceding) Alright. (She gets up and walks toward the kitchen.)

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CLAUDIA and TODD are walking across the campus of JUILLIARD, as a brisk autumn breeze rustles through the trees. The leaves are vibrant shades of red, orange and yellow.

CLAUDIA: (Excitedly) So tell me more!
TODD: Well, Northwestern is walking distance from the lake...the city is so beautiful. (Stops walking and turns to face Claudia.) I don’t know, this may sound corny but…every time I walk through Grant Park, I dream of the day I can walk through holding your hand. (Claudia blushes.)
CLAUDIA: You know, it’s too bad you’re leaving tomorrow…my first practice as first chair is Tuesday. It’d be nice if you could be there.
TODD: Well, actually…that won’t be a problem…
CLAUDIA: (Confused) What do you mean?
TODD: I mean…I’d love to watch you practice.
CLAUDIA: But your school…
TODD: I didn’t want to say anything earlier and ruin your moment, but…I’m actually in town for a recording.
CLAUDIA: (Excited) Really?
TODD: Yeah, it’s nothing that exciting. But I’ll be playing background for a new hip-hop group…“X-press”, I think is their name.
CLAUDIA: (Jokingly) What are they…ex mail-men or something?
TODD: (Laughing) Actually I think they’re a manufactured hip-hop version of the Backstreet Boys.
CLAUDIA: Wow. (Playfully sarcastic) That is such a great use of your orchestra skills. (Todd giggles, then gets a serious look on his face.)
TODD: You know…I never understood why you didn’t follow through with those auditions I told you about. (Thinking) You know…if you could get one violin job in the music industry, it would look great on your resume after college.
CLAUDIA: Yeah “Hip-Hop Express Violin Extraordinairre”. Ugh…no way. Anyway, I wouldn’t be able to manage it with school the way you do. I’m just way too busy.
TODD: (With a sigh.) Yeah…tell me about it.
CLAUDIA: (Curious) What do you mean?
TODD: Nothing…I mean, I know you’re busy, but…it’s just that I send you e-mails and you don’t reply. I call you…you’re never home…It’s like the summer all over again…only worse…
CLAUDIA: Todd, it is a long distance relationship. We knew it was going to be difficult…
TODD: I know, but…our relationship used to be so strong, Claudia. I mean, I think about you all the time, but I don’t know…it feels like you forgot about me. Should I be worried?
CLAUDIA: (Surprised) Don’t be silly, Todd…its just that, well with violin practice and classes…
TODD: (Inquisitive) You sure that’s all? You do still want us to be together, right?
CLAUDIA: (Looks deeply into his eyes.) Of course I do. Why would you even think otherwise? You are so special to me. (Looks down and takes his hand.) I’m sorry if it seems like I’ve been ignoring you…guess I’ve been relying a little too heavily on that scrap book for comfort and less on the real thing. (Todd smiles at Claudia as they begin walking back to her dorm.)

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MAXI’S RESTAURANT in downtown San Francisco. A waitress has just brought JULIA, KIRSTEN and DAPHNE their lunch. As the camera focuses in on Daphne, she has a very serious look on her face.

DAPHNE: And it doesn’t matter what I do. If I nag him, he’ll do what I ask even though he’s like a million miles away…but if I give him space…I don’t know, it’s like we’re on totally separate planets.
JULIA: (Taking a bite of her sandwich) Space can be good sometimes, though. (Weakly) Dontcha think?
KIRSTEN: I’d sure like to give Charlie space right about now. Heck, separate planets would be a blessing…
JULIA: (Confused) You guys fighting? (Daphne looks at Kirsten inquisitively. Kirsten takes a bite of her salad, then looks at Daphne intently.)
KIRSTEN: I told him.
JULIA: (Looking at Kirsten and Daphne with curiosity.) Told him what?
DAPHNE: (Apologetic, putting down her fork) Kirsten, I didn’t want it to cause trouble between you guys, but you saw how he was acting…
KIRSTEN: Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m glad I told him. And you were so right about him acting all high and mighty. I’m glad I got to pull the soap box out from under him.
JULIA: (Confused) What are you guys talking about?
KIRSTEN: (To Julia) Oh, uh…it’s kind of a long story. See I…(Pauses to find the right words, but doesn’t know where to begin) Um..you know how sometimes you feel like you just need to do something for yourself?
JULIA: (Agreeing) Do I…
KIRSTEN: Well, I decided I needed to do something for myself, but once I told Charlie about it…
JULIA: (Interrupting) Oh my God, that is exactly what happened with me and Justin. I tell him I need a little space and he wants to break up!
DAPHNE: (Surprised) You guys broke up?
JULIA: (Shaking her head) Oh, I don’t know. I told him I didn’t want to, that I just needed a little time, but…
DAPHNE: (Inquisitively) So…you wanted space, but wanted to know that he’d still be there?
JULIA: Kinda. I don’t know…it’s like, I didn’t want him coming back next weekend, but…it’s not like I never want to see him again. (Running her fingers through her hair) I mean, he gave up so easy…
DAPHNE: (Defensive) So…what? You would have rather him nag you about it?
KIRSTEN: Daphne, why the twenty questions?
DAPHNE: (Caught off guard) Huh? Oh, well…uh, I was just thinking…if Luke needs me to give him space, kinda like you and Julia.…maybe I can figure out what he needs.
KIRSTEN: Why don’t you just ask him what he needs? (To herself) It would sure help me if Charlie would do that.
JULIA: (Thinking as she speaks) I don’t know if that’d work…I mean, I don’t know what it is I need. I just…want some time to try and figure things out.
KIRSTEN: Well, that’s something…at least it’s a place to start.
DAPHNE: Yeah, but men are like so different than us. They don’t know how to say they need more space…or that they need us to be more attentive, you know?
KIRSTEN: (Shakes her head as she takes a drink.) Oh, I don’t know, Charlie’s pretty good at getting his point across.
DAPHNE: Yeah but that’s just Charlie…
KIRSTEN: You have no idea how he’s been persecuting me...like I’m so evil for doing something a little off the wall. I mean, what about….what about all the things he’s done? What gives him the right to judge me?
JULIA: I’m glad that Justin’s not like that…of course after what happened he really has no right…
KIRSTEN: You still blame him, don’t you?
JULIA: It’s not that I blame him…I just feel…I dunno, like he should’ve been there, or something…
DAPHNE: That sounds like blame to me.
JULIA: (Looking down) Maybe it is better if we just break up.
KIRSTEN: (Thoughtful) Why don’t you just take some time and see how you feel before you make anything official.
JULIA: Maybe…
DAPHNE: Well, I still don’t know what to do about Luke…he actually seems hurt when I try giving him space…
JULIA: Maybe he feels he has to work so many hours in order to provide for his family. Men are funny that way…maybe he just needs you to make it clear that you’d rather him be home with you than at work.
DAPHNE: (After contemplating Julia’s words for a moment, she raises a brow toward Kirsten.) Maybe he just needs Charlie to work him less.
KIRSTEN: (Twiddling with her straw) Hey, don’t look at me. I’m not talking to him, remember? (Daphne sighs in frustration before continuing to eat her meal. After a few moment of silence Julia looks at her watch.)
JULIA: Oh, my goodness. I didn’t realize it was so late. I have to get going to the shelter. (She pulls out her wallet and hands Kirsten money for her food.) This was a lot of fun…we’ll have to do it again sometime. (Kirsten and Daphne nod as Julia rushes off.)

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BAILEY’S DORM ROOM. BAILEY and MARIA are studying. Bailey is sitting at his desk, typing on his computer. Maria is on Bailey’s bed reading a thick textbook. She is laying stomach down, with her feet up in the air.

BAILEY: (Looking at his screen) Hey, English major… (Maria looks up.) I need your help here. Should this read “All businesses are evolving toward an electronic future,” or “…towards an electric future.”
MARIA: Either one.
BAILEY: Really?
MARIA: Yeah. Toward is more common in American English, but towards is just as correct.
BAILEY: Oh, okay. (He begins typing on his computer again, and Maria returns to her book. After a moment, Maria begins giggling. Bailey turns toward her.) What’s so funny?
MARIA: (Smiling, sitting up) It’s this passage I’m reading. My professor read it today in class…and it cracks me up because he always reads like he’s some sort of “Shakespearean actor” or something. (Sitting up straight, in a melodramatic British accent) “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.” (Bailey smiles and Maria cracks up. Just then, Cole walks in carrying a back-pack.)
COLE: (To Bailey) Oh, I didn’t know you had company…
BAILEY: (Standing up) It’s okay. (To Maria, gesturing toward Cole) Maria, this is my roommate, Cole… (To Cole, pointing toward Maria) Cole, Maria…
COLE: (To Maria) Hey.
MARIA: (In her British accent, as she puts her hand out) It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sir Cole. (Cole gives her an odd look while shaking her hand, and she and Bailey both laugh. To Cole) I’m sorry…I was just telling Bailey that my Shakespeare professor thinks he’s Kenneth Branaugh.
COLE: (Still giving Bailey and Maria an odd look) I see. (Cole places his back-pack on his bed as Bailey and Maria smile. The phone rings, and Cole reaches for it.)
BAILEY: (Lunging toward Cole) Cole, wait. If it’s for me, I’m not here, okay?
COLE: (Smirking) Whatever you say, stud… (Cole answers the phone and nods to let Bailey know it’s for him. He lays down on the bed and begins talking.)
MARIA: (To Bailey, smiling) Stud? What’s that all about?
BAILEY: (Closing his eyes, shaking his head) It’s…nothing. Cole thinks I messed around with this girl I met at a party…but I didn’t…(Maria raises an eyebrow.) Really. (Convincingly) C’mon, I wouldn’t do that to Holly.
MARIA: (Smiling) I know you wouldn’t. (In her British accent, while pinching Bailey’s cheek) Would that all men were as sweet as thee… (Smiling, Bailey shakes his head while Maria plops back down on Bailey’s bed, picking up her book again.)

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CHARLIE’S HOUSE. GRIFFIN has just entered the kitchen from the basement carrying a laundry basket full of messily folded clothes. JULIA rushes out of the bathroom and bumps into him, knocking the laundry basket onto the floor. Clothes are scattered everywhere.

JULIA: (Bending over to pick up clothes) Oh, Griffin, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you…
GRIFFIN: (Squats down, rubbing his head) Eh, that’s alright. I needed to refold them, anyway. (Picks up a shirt and folds it in the air.)
JULIA: Here, let me help you. (She scoops up the clothes and lays them on the table so she can fold them properly.) You sure are up late.
GRIFFIN: Yeah, I had the bike from hell…nothing would fix that thing. I finally gave up. (Watches Julia fold a shirt to perfection and place it in the basket. Jokingly) I knew I missed having a woman around.
JULIA: (Smiling) What, doesn’t Stephanie fold your clothes for you?
GRIFFIN: Hah. She’d probably have her maid do it…
JULIA: That doesn’t sound so bad…
GRIFFIN: Yeah, well…that’s just not my style. (Sits on a stool.) You’re up pretty late yourself…
JULIA: (Adding a pair of jeans to the basket) Well, it takes a while to clean everything up at the shelter and…I dunno, I like staying there until everyone’s gone to bed. It’s nice to talk to the women after the kids go to sleep.
GRIFFIN: You’ve been putting in quite a few hours, haven’t you?
JULIA: Not really…
GRIFFIN: What do you mean “not really” - you haven’t been home all week.
JULIA: (Surprised) You noticed?
GRIFFIN: Well, yeah I noticed. You go from slugging around the house all day to never being home.
JULIA: So what’s wrong with that? I’m finally starting to get my life together.
GRIFFIN: Then why do you need to prove yourself?
JULIA: I’m not trying to prove anything. I happen to be enjoying myself.
GRIFFIN: Well…I just don’t understand how you could be so upset one day and fine the next.
JULIA: People do get over things like that you know. (She stops folding the shirt she was working on.) You know, maybe you’re just upset because I don’t need you to look out for me anymore. (Griffin begins to protest, but Julia keeps talking.) I mean, is it that hard to think that I could learn to trust again? (She looks directly at Griffin.) After all, I learned to trust again after you.
GRIFFIN: (Defensive) And just what’s that supposed to mean?
JULIA: After…you and…oh, what’s her name…Chelsea slept together.
GRIFFIN: It’s Rosalie, and that’s totally different…
JULIA: Don’t you see? It’s all about trust, Griffin. And I’m learning how to trust again. Is that such a terrible thing? (Griffin rolls his head back in frustration, then takes a deep breath. After a brief pause, he speaks with a forced calmness.)
GRIFFIN: Look, Julia…if you’re really okay, that’s great. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. I’m just afraid you’re rushing things and…I just don’t want to see you get hurt again, that’s all. (Julia looks down for a moment and then back at Griffin with a humble look on her face.)
JULIA: Thanks, Griffin. I didn’t mean to get on you. I really appreciate you caring…I do…it’s just…I’m really okay. (Looking sincerely at Griffin.) Okay? (She continues looking at Griffin for a few moments. His concerned look is unchanged by her words, and he doesn’t speak. After a few moments she finishes folding the last shirt and places it in the basket.) You’re all set. (Griffin gets off the stool and walks toward the basket.)
GRIFFIN: (Smirking) Well, my head may be sore for a week, but at least my clothes are folded. (Julia laughs.) Well, uh…I better get going.
JULIA: (Lighthearted) I’m sure Owen will have you up bright and early. (Griffin sighs and drops his head back, looking exhausted.) Hey, I, uh…can take Owen to school tomorrow. I don’t have anything going on until the afternoon.
GRIFFIN: Really? That would really help me. I should get in early to finish that bike. JULIA: Yeah, no problem.
GRIFFIN: Thanks, Julia.
JULIA: (Smiling warmly.) No problem. It’s not like I don’t owe you one. (Griffin returns her smile before turning around and walking toward the door.)

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THE FACTORY. LUKE and AMANDA are in the office. Amanda is working at Charlie’s desk and Luke is talking on the phone at his desk. His chair is turned toward the wall, so his back is to Amanda.

LUKE: Honey, can’t we talk about this when I get home? (He listens.) I don’t know…seven, eight at the latest. (He listens again.) I know…I know. (Charlie walks into the office. He grabs some checks from his desk drawer and walks over to Luke. Luke turns around and looks at Charlie before speaking into the phone.) Yeah…Daph, hold on a minute. (He covers the bottom of the phone with his hand and looks at Charlie.)
CHARLIE: (To Luke) Hey, I forgot about these checks and the bank closes at six. I’ll be back. (Luke nods, then he returns to his phone call as Charlie walks out of the office.)
LUKE: I’m back.
DAPHNE: (Sounding upset) Was that Charlie?
LUKE: Yeah.
DAPHNE: So when are you going to talk to him about your hours?
LUKE: (Hesitantly) I don’t know…
DAPHNE: (Upset) Luke!
LUKE: Look, I’ll talk to him, okay? Now is just not the right time.
DAPHNE: (Demanding) Well, what is the right time?
LUKE: Just…not now.

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CHARLIE TRUCK. CHARLIE is driving. He looks at the clock on his radio, which reads 5:55 p.m.

CHARLIE: (To himself, frustrated) Five minutes… (He begins driving a bit faster. After a moment, he hears a siren. Looking in his rearview mirror, he sees a police car.) Son of a… (he bites his lip, shaking his head in a frustrated manner. Charlie pulls over to the curb and begins taking out his wallet. The officer gets out of his car and approaches Charlie, who rolls down his window. Appearing to be in his late twenties, the officer has short, brown hair and boyish good looks.)
OFFICER: Good evening. May I see your…
CHARLIE: License and registration…yeah, I know. (Charlie hands them to the officer. The officer looks at them for a moment, and turns back to Charlie.)
OFFICER: (Routinely) Mister Salinger, do you know why I pulled you over?
CHARLIE: (Sighing) I don’t know…speeding, I guess.
OFFICER: That’s right. Are you in a hurry?
CHARLIE: (Looking straight ahead, with a hint of sarcasm) I was. (Looking at the officer, in a normal tone.) Look, I know I was driving a bit too fast, but…is there any way you can just…give me a warning or something? This week has been…
OFFICER: (Interrupting) Not wearing your seatbelt either, huh? (Charlie looks at the officer for a moment, and then closes his eyes and leans his head back on his seat. The officer walks back to his car and begins writing a ticket.)

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CLAUDIA’S DORM. CLAUDIA is in the bathroom putting on make-up while TODD is sitting on the sofa. TINA, VALERIE, and HEATHER are also sitting in the living room.

TINA: (Overly excited) So you’re really playing in a real live hip-hop band?
TODD: (Shyly) Well, not exactly, I’m just…
VALERIE: You know? I think I heard about them! It was when me and Tina were at Times Square trying to get on Total Request Live…
TINA: (Fanning herself dramatically) Oh-my-God…Carson Daily is like so hot!
VALERIE: So we went into the Virgin Records store and I saw this poster to audition for this new hip-hop group called…
TODD: “X-press”?
VALERIE: (Condescending) No…
HEATHER: (Interrupting Valerie, she sounds sincerely interested.) So are you gonna actually be in the video?
TODD: Uh…I don’t think…
TINA: (With sarcasm) Uh, hello? Does he look like the “hip-hop” type to you? I mean, come on…he’s playing the violin. How many hip-hop videos do you see with violin players.
HEATHER: (Returning her sarcastic tone.) Well, hello? How many hip-hop bands have violins in the background music? (Tina sits back in her chair and looks a little surprised.)
VALERIE: (Not missing a beat) So, how much are they paying you for this? (Claudia enters the room wearing a short black dress. Her hair is neatly tied up in a twist. Todd stands up and admires her.)
TODD: You look incredible!
CLAUDIA: (Looking away, shyly) Thank you.
TODD: So you ready for dinner?
VALERIE: Dinner? Ooh, let us take you.
TINA: Yeah, we like just have to celebrate you getting that first seat thing.
CLAUDIA: It’s first chair.
TINA: (Ingoring Claudia’s interjection) And maybe Todd can tell us more about his group…
TODD: Actually we were kind of planning…(Nora walks into the room.)
TINA: Hey and we can celebrate Nora, too. (To Nora) You did pretty good with the tryouts also, didn’t you. (Nora gives Tina a dirty look. Heather nudges Tina in the side with her elbow.)
HEATHER: (Whispering to Tina) She came in just behind Claudia. It’s still a bit of a sore spot – lay off!
NORA: (Sarcastically) I didn't know you celebrated a “second chair.”
VALERIE: Oh, they didn’t mean anything personal. Why don’t you come out with us? (Looks pleadingly toward Nora.) Come on, it’ll be fun…
CLAUDIA: Actually, Todd and I were just going to…
NORA: (In response to Valerie) No…I can’t. Thanks for the offer, but I really need to practice.
HEATHER: (Walks over to Nora.) You sure? It will be a lot of fun.
NORA: (Convincingly) Yeah, I’m sure. I’ve got a lot of studying to do, anyway.
TINA: Suit yourself then…we are gonna par-ty! (Tina locks arms with Claudia and Todd and begins pulling them toward the door. Todd looks at Claudia with a confused grin. Claudia looks at Todd, and then Tina and shrugs. Todd shakes his head and then nods in agreement. Valerie and Heather follow them out the door.)

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BAILEY’S DORM ROOM. BAILEY walks in to find COLE on the phone. Before Bailey can say anything, Cole holds his hand up, indicating for Bailey to be quiet.

COLE: (Speaking into the phone) No, of course not. (He listens for a moment, then looks at Bailey as he speaks.) No, I swear…Bailey is not avoiding you…he’s just not here. (Bailey’s eyes open wide and he shakes his head, looking to the side.) Yes, I’ll tell him. (Cole listens.) Okay, I will. (Cole hangs up.) Sheesh!
BAILEY: This is unbelievable!
COLE: I don’t know what you did to her, man, but whatever it was…
BAILEY: (Looking directly at Cole) Cole, I did nothing…nothing!
COLE: (Smirking) Yeah, you stick with that story, slick…
BAILEY: Cole! (Holds up his hand) Aw, forget it. (Bailey walks away as Cole smiles.)

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CHARLIE’S HOUSE. CHARLIE comes home to find KIRSTEN in the living room. She is reclining in a chair, with one hand on her large belly and the other covering her closed eyes. Charlie sits on the couch across from her, and she opens her eyes.

CHARLIE: (Shaking his head, sounding very tired) You would not believe the day I had today. (He leans his head back and covers his eyes with both of his hands.) I mean, I got a stupid speeding ticket, and that wasn’t even the worst part of the day. (Kirsten looks at Charlie for a moment, then closes her eyes again, turning away from him. Charlie continues) Three guys called in sick today, and everyone else was working so we had no one to replace them. And it doesn’t help that we’re already way behind on the…
KIRSTEN: (Interrupting, with her eyes still closed) What are you doing? (Charlie looks at Kirsten, and a moment of silence elapses.)
CHARLIE: (Confused) What?
KIRSTEN: (Still with closed eyes) I said what are you doing? (She opens her eyes and looks at him, shaking her head.) Why…are you talking to me about this?
CHARLIE: Kirsten…
KIRSTEN: Because this morning at breakfast, talking to me – or even making eye contact with me – was the furthest thing from your mind. And now we’re supposed to pretend that everything’s alright?
CHARLIE: No…that’s not what this is.
KIRSTEN: Then what is this, Charlie? (Charlie stands up, putting one hand on his hip and running the other through his hair.)
CHARLIE: (Using his hands for emphasis) I had a horrible day today…and I just needed to talk to you about it. (Sarcastically) You are still my wife, y’know.
KIRSTEN: (Quietly, looking away from him) It’s nice of you to remember that.
CHARLIE: (Frustrated) So…what? Because we disagree about something, that means we can’t talk about anything else? (Kirsten looks at him.) I know we’ve got stuff to work out…but in the meantime maybe you should try to be a little more understanding.
KIRSTEN: (Looking squarely at him) “Understanding” is a two-way street, Charlie.

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GIORDANO’S PIZZERIA. CLAUDIA, TODD, HEATHER, TINA and VALERIE are sitting at a table celebrating Claudia’s success. Todd holds a glass up to make a toast.

TODD: (Smiling proudly at Claudia) To Claudia’s success in being the best violinist at Juilliard. (They all raise their glasses. Claudia smiles shyly.)
CLAUDIA: You mean the best Freshman violinist…
TINA: Oh…and to Todd’s success in being a famous hip-hop artist. (Tina winks at Todd. Everyone laughs as Nora walks in. To everyone’s surprise, Curtis is with her. As they approach the table, Nora links her arm with Curtis’.)
NORA: (Happily) Hey everyone…look who I found.
VALERIE: (Clasps her hands together.) Wonderful, more for the party! (Claudia fidgets in her seat a little. Curtis looks at her with a strange expression.)
HEATHER: So what made you change your mind? I thought you had so much studying to do.
NORA: (Sitting down) Oh, well…I do. But this handsome guy here just happened to call and, well…I was hungry, so I thought it’d be perfect to join you guys. You don’t mind do you?
HEATHER: No, of course not…
CLAUDIA: (Chokes) Oh, excuse me. Um, I need to run to the ladies room. (Sternly) Nora, will you come with me.

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MICHELLE and GRIFFIN are walking along MARKET STREET. They have just exited an apartment complex. Griffin is holding the classified section of the San Francisco Chronicle, and Michelle is holding a folded up copy of “Bay Area Apartments.”

MICHELLE: My God…fourteen hundred dollars a month for that dump? (Sarcastically) All of a sudden those freezing cold Chicago winters don’t sound so bad. (Looking at Griffin) Is it this expensive everywhere around here?
GRIFFIN: Well, you can find some studios for less than a thousand…but we’d have to look in the “scary” neighborhoods.
MICHELLE: (Looking around) That’s what I thought we were doing. (She looks at Griffin, and they both laugh.) God, here you are helping me out, and all I’m doing is complaining.
GRIFFIN: (Smiling shyly) That’s alright.
MICHELLE: No…really. My sister is swamped at work right now, so if it weren’t for you, I’d be...
GRIFFIN: (Shrugging) Ah, it’s nothin’. (After a moment, Griffin looks at his newspaper.) Okay, the next place is a one-bedroom…
MICHELLE: (Interrupting) Oh my God! (Looking at a diner across the street.) I didn’t know JT’s Place was still here.
GRIFFIN: (Looking up from his paper, smiling) Of course it is…it’s like a landmark around here.
MICHELLE: I haven’t had one of their burgers in years! You haven’t had dinner yet, have you? (Griffin shakes his head no and Michelle grabs his arm, leading him across the street.) C’mon – it’s on me.

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GIORDANO’S PIZZERIA. CLAUDIA bursts open the door to the bathroom and NORA meekly follows her. Once inside she turns around and looks very upset.

CLAUDIA: (Accusatory) What are you doing?
NORA: (Innocently) What are you talking about?
CLAUDIA: Curtis…Todd…Bringing Curtis here…knowing the dilemma I’ve been having…
NORA: Oh? I thought you had that settled…
CLAUDIA: What are you talking about?
NORA: You told me you wanted to be with Todd…which means you shouldn’t mind if I go for Curtis.
CLAUDIA: Wait, you…Curtis? No...(Pauses for a moment in thought.) That’s what this is about…you like Curtis?
NORA: (After a moment of silence, her tone is matter-of-fact.) You knew that.
CLAUDIA: No I didn’t, and even if I did…
NORA: What?
CLAUDIA: (Shaking her head, her tone is sincere.) Nothing. I guess I’m just over-reacting. (Claudia holds her forehead with her hand in frustration. After a few moments of silence, Nora speaks.)
NORA: Hey, if you’d rather I didn’t see him…
CLAUDIA: No…why should it matter to me. (Looks sincerely at Nora.) Thanks for asking, though.

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CHARLIE'S HOUSE. CHARLIE is sitting on the backyard swing by himself. JULIA sees him through the kitchen window and decides to join him.

JULIA: (Approaching Charlie from behind, her arms are folded.) It’s getting kinda chilly, huh?
CHARLIE: (Startled) Huh? Oh…yeah. Well, it’s not so bad. I didn’t see you walk up.
JULIA: Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. Hey, did Kirsten tell you about the work I’m doing at the domestic violence shelter?
CHARLIE: (His mind seems to be wandering.) Huh? Uh, I think so. You know Jul, I’d really rather be…
JULIA: See, at first I thought it was really helping me, but…I don’t know…people do some pretty dumb things for love…(Charlie drifts deep into thought as Julia rambles.) But…that’s not what I’m doing…I mean, is it? I told Justin I needed some space, but now I’m not so sure and…I find myself missing him – just like the women in the shelter…of course this is totally different…I don’t know…(chuckles to herself.) Guess I’m kinda wandering, huh? Well, what do you think, Charlie? (Charlie looks at Julia, his eyes a little less glazed.) Isn’t it great that I’m not moping around the house anymore? I feel so much better…just like nothing ever happened. Of course it did happen…but I really feel like my old self again. Oh, I had my first lesson in self-defense…I mean, I don’t feel afraid anymore, Charlie. Do you know how…liberating that is?
CHARLIE: (Looks at Julia sideways, his tone is harsh.) You know what would be liberating, Julia? (Julia cocks her head.) If you just got over it. I mean, (shaking his head) I’m not trying to sound like an ass, but that’s all you’ve been focusing on over the past few months. Instead of trying to convince yourself that you’re okay just…get okay. (Julia bites her lip as she holds back a pained expression before running into the house.)

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CLAUDIA’S DORM ROOM. CLAUDIA and TODD are laying under the covers and Claudia is resting her head on Todd’s shoulder. He smiles as he gently brushes his fingers through her hair.

TODD: (Matter-of-fact) I don’t want to go back to Chicago.
CLAUDIA: (Lifts up so she can look at him.) But you love Northwestern.
TODD: (Sincerely) I love you more. I’d give just about anything for a little more time with you.
CLAUDIA: (Laying her head back down.) I know what you mean. (Todd holds her in silence for a few moments before speaking.)
TODD: Next time you come out and visit me, okay. There are so many romantic places in Chicago. And you would just absolutely love the Field Museum…
CLAUDIA: Deal. But hey, let’s not rush things. Your flight isn’t until late in the day tomorrow. What do you say we stroll Central Park one last time?
TODD: (Caring, but stern) Claudia, you’ve already missed enough classes because of me being here…
CLAUDIA: (Looks up into his eyes.) Exactly. So one more day won’t kill me. I want to enjoy every second with you…there are such precious few…(Todd smiles and kisses the tip of her nose. She softly giggles before laying her head back on his shoulder. He holds her tightly as she drifts off to sleep.)

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BAILEY’S DORM ROOM. The camera pulls back from a close-up of a cordless telephone receiver, which is ringing. The receiver is on a nightstand between the two beds. As the entire room is in the camera shot, Bailey’s bed can be seen. It is nicely made, while Cole’s has a large clump of pillows and blankets covering it. After a couple of rings, the “lump” moves, and COLE sticks his head out from under the sheets, reaching for the phone.

COLE: (With his eyes closed, looking and sounding very hung-over) Hello?
HOLLY: Hello, is Bailey there?
COLE: (Yawning) Huh?
HOLLY: I said is Bailey there?
COLE: (Still with closed eyes) C’mon, Maria…stop with the phony British accent.
HOLLY: (Taken aback) Excuse me?
COLE: That accent…you can’t fool me. You told me all about your Shakespeare professor…or whatever it was.
HOLLY: (Agitated) Look, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Can you please just put Bailey on the phone?
COLE: (Stretching) You don’t give up, do you? Anyway, Bailey’s not here. He’s probably out buying a camouflage jacket or something so he can hide from that chick he knocked up.
HOLLY: (Shocked) What?
COLE: You know…that chick Bailey told you about when you guys were studying the other day…the one he met at that party.
HOLLY: Party? Is this some kind of a joke?
COLE: C’mon, Maria…drop the accent already. Look, I’ll have Bailey call you when he gets in, okay? I’m too tired to talk…
HOLLY: (Protesting) I’m not…(Cole turns off the phone and looks at it strangely before placing it back on the nightstand. He groans and pulls the covers back over his head.)

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CHARLIE AND KIRSTEN’S BEDROOM. CHARLIE is sitting at the desk, talking on the telephone.

CHARLIE: (To the phone) I can’t remember the name of the company, but I’m pretty sure their service number is in my rolodex under “sanding.” (He listens.) Uh-huh. (Listens again) Let me know if you can’t find it. (Kirsten walks in with an angry look on her face.)
KIRSTEN: (To Charlie, sounding upset) “Just get over it,” Charlie?
CHARLIE: (With a surprised look, he stands up, still talking into the phone) Yeah…yeah, I’ll be here, Tom. (Kirsten fold her arms and looks at Charlie impatiently.) Okay, thanks. (Charlie hangs up and looks at Kirsten.)
KIRSTEN: “Just get over it”?
CHARLIE: What are you talking about?
KIRSTEN: (Angry) How can you say something like that to Julia after what she’s been through? (Charlie closes his eyes and turns his head to the side.)
CHARLIE: That’s not what I meant…
KIRSTEN: (Sarcastically) No…it’s just what you said because you were feeling too sorry for yourself to care about your sister!
CHARLIE: (With an edge to his voice) What? I didn’t tell her to “get over it” because I don’t care…I told her because she needed to hear it. Look, I know her. She’s putting all her energies into things that will make her think she’s okay…and pretty soon she’ll realize that she never dealt with it, and it’ll be even worse...so I just told her to deal with it, now. (Kirsten shakes her head as Charlie continues in a condescending tone.) And where do you get off talking to me about neglecting someone’s feelings? That’s pretty hypocritical considering you were the one who did whatever the hell you wanted even though you knew I wouldn’t approve. (Kirsten boils in anger.)
KIRSTEN: (Shouting) How many times do I have to tell you, I don’t need your approval! (She looks at Charlie glaringly.) Why should I be held to a different standard, Charlie? Why was it okay for you to date Daphne knowing she was a stripper…but when your wife does one thing for herself – one thing! – you can’t be a little more understanding about it?
CHARLIE: (Yelling) Understanding? (Louder) Understanding? I’ll tell you what I understand…the woman who I had so much respect for…who I thought had so much respect for herself, just lost it all…gave it all away in one moment of…weakness. (Kirsten tries to protest, but Charlie continues.) Do you really want to be who Daphne was? She was so insecure about herself…she didn’t know any other means of getting by. But did you happen to notice that once she learned there are better ways to make a living she gave up that life? She didn’t do it just as some…some cheap way of taking a walk on the wild side.
KIRSTEN: How dare you. How dare you judge me and tell me who I am or aren’t like. You know what, Charlie? There are a lot of things you do that I don’t “approve” of, but you’d never know it…you know why? Because I support your decisions…
CHARLIE: What do you not approve of?
KIRSTEN: (Sarcastically) Hmm…let me see. How about your decision to work 70 hours a week even though you’ve promised me a million times that you’re “cutting back.”
CHARLIE: You know I’m trying…
KIRSTEN: (Disgusted, holding her hand up and turning her head to the side) Just save it, Charlie…I’ve heard it before. (Charlie looks at her incredulously.) And I’m not the only one affected by you not being around…there’s Diana and Owen. Griffin might as well be Owen’s big brother right about now…because he certainly shows more interest in him.
CHARLIE: (Smirking) I can’t believe the way you’re turning things around. You know I’m right so you’re just trying to find anything to try and prove me wrong.
KIRSTEN: (Staring intently at Charlie) You bastard! (Kirsten’s face is very tense as she struggles to find a response.) At least I’m not taking my anger out on your sister!
CHARLIE: That’s it, I’m through. (Walking past her, toward the bathroom) I can’t talk to you when you’re like this… (Shaking with anger, Kirsten turns around to leave the room. As she reaches the door, a startled look of pain comes over her face, and she grabs onto the frame of the door to prevent herself from falling. Her grip quickly gives in and she falls to the floor.)
KIRSTEN: (Frightened) Charlie? (More loudly) Charlie! (Charlie comes out of the bathroom with a solid expression, but it immediately changes to fear as he sees Kirsten lying on the floor.)
CHARLIE: (Quietly) Oh my God. (He rushes over to Kirsten, kneeling down beside her. Frantically) Kirsten, what happened?
KIRSTEN: (Hysterically) Something’s wrong...(She holds her belly and winces.) Something’s terribly wrong, Charlie…the baby…
CHARLIE: Oh my God, Kirsten…you’re bleeding!

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