INT. STEVE’S APARTMENT
Steve sits on his kitchen counter, holding Linda’s card. Bailey sits on the opposite counter, drinking coffee. Between them is a wall of shame – – photos and clippings and Elvis sightings ripped from the tabloids, etc.
STEVE
Even her handwriting is cool.
BAILEY
I wouldn’t call her yet.
STEVE
What would the King do?
BAILEY
Elvis would Lear jet her directly
to Vegas and rock. He wouldn’t get
near a phone.
STEVE
That’s why he’s the King.
Janet Livermore swings in the through the full-size kitchen window. She wears an old white robe now, and holds a mug of coffee. Her body has a forward tilt . . . she’s always moving.
STEVE
Hey, Janet.
BAILEY
Janet, what’s up?
JANET
You guys never called me last
night.
BAILEY
It’s my fault – –
JANET
No big deal. I went over to
Cliff’s
(agonizing sigh)
I’m in love with my neighbor.
Bailey gestures to a breakfast spread, in boxes from his restaurant. She happily helps herself.
JANET
Oh. Roger from enrollment called
this morning. Somebody turned us
in on our student loans.
BAILEY
Give him a salmon, he’ll work it
out.
JANET
I already did.
STEVE
Bailey, some day you’re going to
meet someone you can’t tip.
BAILEY
People don’t tip enough. Let me
tell you. In France, where my
family is a major-major, everybody
tips for everything. If I tell
a good joke, somebody tips me.
Steve reaches in his pocket. Produces a dollar.
STEVE
Here. For being you.
BAILEY
Thanks.
(Takes it)
Janet, check it out. He met somebody.
JANET
Oh yeah?
STEVE
When should I call her, for
maximum impact?
JANET
You like her?
He nods.
JANET
Call her today.
BAILEY
No way. Then he gives away all
the power.
JANET
Yeah, but he starts out on such
a cool note.
Steve looks at the card, as if it might contain an answer.
BAILEY
Never appear desperate.
JANET
Follow your instincts.