IN DARKNESS
Claire doesn’t even process the brush-off. She’s built to help strangers.
CLAIRE
I’ll draw you a quick map.
She hesitates and then clicks his light back on.
DISSOLVE TO:
Claire draws a map on a piece of paper while telling Drew her life story. Drew, polite but distant, now clutches a drink.
CLAIRE
So Ben and I are in a wait-and-see pattern. He’s
my first real “genius” you know? His ideas are
just sinfully astounding. Disturbingly astounding!
DREW
Right. Okay.
CLAIRE
He goes to Harvard, we meet up in strange cities
and never the same one. He works a lot.
DREW
(dutifully)
So why is it “wait-and-see?”
CLAIRE
I’m not sure. I’ll wait and see.
(off map)
So you want to get to 264. And then you want to
not miss 60B. I’m going to be obnoxious about that.
DREW
Got it. Okay.
CLAIRE
Bens are strangely delightful. And very intuitive.
Complex. Almost too complex to be around. Do
you know any Bens?
DREW
(obligated)
I know one Ben. He’s very professional.
CLAIRE
(very interested)
I’m a student of names. For example. What’s your Dad’s name?
DREW
Mitchell.
CLAIRE
Mitchell or Mitch?
DREW
Mitchell. Sometimes Mitch.
She nods approvingly, a connoisseur.
CLAIRE
Mmm. The son of a Mitch.
DREW
And just yesterday . . . I was fired by a Phil.
CLAIRE
Phils are dangerous. Phils are less predictable than Bens.
He looks at her. And just randomly, for no reason she can even put her finger on . . . she falls in love a little.
CLAIRE
And your girlfriend is a . . .
DREW
Ellen.
The name “Ellen” is troubling to both of them.
CLAIRE
How’s that going?
DREW
Sort of a wait-and-see. But then I waited . . . and I saw.
CLAIRE
I was going to say . . . I’ve never had a good experience with an Ellen, or a Phil.
She gives him the map.
DREW
What about with a Mitch?
CLAIRE
(immediately)
Never met a Mitch I didn’t like. Fun. Full of life.
You know what I mean when I say “fun?” You
want to be part of a Mitch’s club. Am I close?
DREW
(distant close)
Close.
She detects a trace of something.
CLAIRE
He’s okay, right?
DREW
Yeah. He’s . . .
She nods sage-like, ever the student of names. Drew swallows once, contemplates saying “dead” for the first time in connection with his father.
DREW
. . . he’s fine.
CLAIRE
(Southern charm)
Give him a big ‘ol bug for me.
Drew doesn’t respond. Not much.
CLAIRE
I’m Claire, by the way.
DREW
Drew.
CLAIRE
(appreciates name)
Nice.
DREW
(obligated)
Same to you.
CLAIRE
(self-deprecating)
Please. I’ll let you sleep. Enjoy your map.
But something is still amiss in his demeanor. She shrugs it off, as she reaches for his garment bag. (The three other passengers are long asleep.)
CLAIRE
Let me take this —
He hesitates in handing it over, just a little. She responds in kind, treating the item a bit more gingerly. She looks at the suit, looks back at Drew who finally shuts the light off. She turns away with the suit. It hits her. She knows.
ON DREW
whose eyes glaze and blink slowly . . . just starting . . . starting . . . to . . . fall . . . asleep . . .