INT. HOME APARTMENT/OFFICE – NIGHT
David pulls her inside. Shuts the door behind them. Artwork on the
walls. Sofia is drawn to a powerful Monet . . . and it is not a copy.
DAVID
We’re safe. And I’ve got nothing to drink . . .
SOFIA
Who did these drawings?
DAVID
Monet did this one. I did the rest.
SOFIA
(jousting, clearly impressed)
Gee. I can’t tell the difference.
DAVID
It’s the real thing. His paintbrush painted those butterflies.
His canvas. It was my mother’s.
SOFIA
I’m an artist too. You know. I’m going to go way out on a
limb here, but I think you’re hitting on me.
DAVID
Oh, if I was hitting on you, you would know.
SOFIA
Really.
As he searches cabinets for refreshments.
DAVID
Oh yes. I would embarrass myself immediately. I would try
to be charming, and say the right thing and –
SOFIA
Hey.
DAVID
What?
SOFIA
Be real.
Her words stop him.
INT. PARTY – NIGHT
Brian holds a drink, attempts to crash a conversation between Colleen
and another gorgeous model. He is invisible to them, of course.
COLLEEN
I’m telling you, you’re blowing it if you don’t sell your eggs on the Internet.
BRIAN
Brian Shelby. I’d like to interview you both for a novel I’m
writing about . . .
Both see others, exit it.
BRIAN
. . . something
INT. DAVID’S OTHER APARTMENT – NIGHT
DAVID
You know what I think? You’re either a very good actress or
you really do sort of like me.
SOFIA
I’m an actress.
DAVID
There’s probably not too much you aren’t great at.
SOFIA
Are you about to compliment my phone voice?
DAVID
It’s pretty good, you know –
SOFIA
Oh, I’d only just disappoint you. See, I’m not qualified. I can
spell.
DAVID
I’m surprised you’re available.
SOFIA
I’m surprised you’re surprised.
DAVID
I can’t keep this banter going.
SOFIA
Me neither.
Beat. They drop the act. A powerful awkward moment . . . and the
door opens.