Prologue
This scene is in complete reference to PULP FICTION. "BRUCE WILLIS & Mira de Medeiros"
Scene 1,
Prologue
INT. Car - Afternoon
The two sat in the car. TIM and SAM. TIM sat behind the drivers seat. SAM sat in the passenger. Rain pounded upon the windshield.
SAM: Turn on the radio.
TIM glanced over at SAM. A disgusted look on his face.
TIM: Excuse me?
SAM looked over and him and smirked, uncomfortably.
SAM: Turn on the radio. It was a suggestion. So don't give me that fucking look.
TIM: Turn on the radio. It wasn't a suggestion. It was a demand. Fuck you.
He went back to looking the windshield. SAM looked repulsed by TIM's attitude. She scoffed and looked back outside the window.
SAM: Jesus. Where the fuck is Willy?
TIM slowly turned toward her. He looked at her.
TIM: He's not even fucking late. As a matter of fact we're
early.
SAM moaned and rolled around eyes. She shifted herself and looked back at TIM.
SAM: Just cuz you haven't got your high don't mean you need to fucking take it out on me. Alright? Only reason that I came was to make sure Willy doesn't fuck you over again.
TIM: What is that suppose to mean?
SAM: Exactly as it sounds. Every time you're alone with Will you lose out at least fifty bucks.
TIM scoffed. He looked outside his window. Thinking of what to say next.
TIM: I do not lose out fifty bucks every time. What about the time uh... uh.... uh.... uh, 4th of July. Last year. Remember?
SAM: You know why?
(Pause)
Exactly. Because I was with you.
TIM chuckled embarrassed. He brushed his hair back with his hand.
TIM: So what? Willy won't rip me off cuz you're with me. Is that what you're sayin'?
SAM nodded: "yes"
SAM: Yes. That is exactly what I am saying.
TIM was defeated. He had nothing else to say. SAM shifted happily. The two shared silence together.
TIM: I love you.
SAM moaned with aggravation. She looked back at TIM.
SAM: Don't start with that shit.
TIM raised his voice to argue his case.
TIM: What shit? All I said was that I love you. As a matter of fact I believe that I even used those words: "I love you."
SAM: You only say, "I love you" if you have some sort of argument.
TIM was taken back by this. He scoffed.
TIM: (jokingly) I do not. I say it all the time.
SAM used this to get hateful. She rose her voice.
SAM: Only whenever you fucking want something.
TIM used his next words carefully. Like a man trying plead his case.
TIM: No, I don't. I say it whenever I mean it. Like right now. I love you.
SAM: Bullshit, Tim. You won't even turn on the goddamn radio.
TIM sighed as he laid his head back. He leaned forward the flipped the radio on.
MUSIC TRACK: Paralyzer –- Finger Eleven
SAM leaned forward a flipped it off.
SAM: Fuck it. I don't want it on now. Not if I have to fucking beg you for it.
TIM was silent. He intended on turning on the radio for her. He looked at her. Silently trying to tell her that he wanted the radio on.
TIM: You don't want the radio on, anymore?
SAM: Not if you're gonna fucking whine. If your gonna whine I don't wanna do anything.
TIM sighed. He looked out the window again. He hated it when she got like this.
TIM: You know - Is that really fucking necessary?
SAM looked at him silently. This was where she began to apologize.
SAM: Sorry, but -
TIM ignored her. She knew it, and fell silent. The two shared deep silence together. TIM reached up and scratched his forearm.
SAM: We still gonna go and drop that thing off tomorrow?
TIM knew what she was trying to do. So he decided to humor her. He sighed and looked at her.
TIM: Depends.
SAM: Depends on what?
TIM: Depends on how well you treat me tonight.
SAM smiled. She leaned forward and, passionately, kissed TIM.
SAM: (sexy) You know I really want to get rid of that package?
TIM smiled again. He kissed SAM again.
TIM: Yea. I know. You know what I really want.
SAM smiled again. She kissed TIM.
SAM: Yea. I know what you want, and you’re gonna get it.
TIM: You scratch my back... I'll scratch yours.
SAM smiled. She leaned in for another kiss.
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Added on: 08/12/2007 20:45:44
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