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EXT - COUNCIL CREST – NIGHT

TITLE: COUNCIL CREST.  Sunday, August 6, 2000.  2:45am

PHIL’S 2000 Mercedes is parked at Council Crest overlooking a sparkling view of the city.  

INT - 2000 MERCEDES – NIGHT

The city’s lights are reflecting brilliantly from each other’s faces.  

JULIE

So where do you live now?

PHIL HAYES is staring away from Julie, into the darkness.

PHIL HAYES

L.A., but I’m assigned to the Northwest because I know the clientele here.  I’m up either here or Seattle every weekend.

PHIL turns to JULIE and smiles.

PHIL HAYES (CONT’D)

It’s kismet that we met!  

JULIE

You really think so?

JEFF (V.O.)

This is probably when Julie noticed his dimples for the first time.  

PHIL HAYES

Yes, it’s amazing we even met tonight.  I really think the hand of Providence influenced our meeting.

JULIE

You really really think so?

PHIL HAYES

Definitely.  I mean, were you even listening to that song?

JULIE

What song?

PHIL HAYES

The song that played during our first dance.

JULIE

‘Who Let the Dogs Out’?

PHIL HAYES

No, no, not the fast song; the song that played during our first slow dance.

JULIE

Sorry Phil, I don’t remember.

PHIL HAYES

I don’t know the name either, but the words said something like this was the best day of her life or something.  I knew then, when I was holding you in my arms and she was singing that, that it was fate.  That we were fate, Julie.  

JULIE grabs PHIL HAYES’ tie and pulls him toward her.  They begin making out.  Both of the seats recline abruptly.

PHIL HAYES and JULIE are still groping and kissing.

PHIL HAYES

You are making me sweat. 

JULIE sounds even more aroused.

JULIE

I’m wet too. 

PHIL HAYES

Let's go outside.

EXT. COUNCEL CREST – NIGHT

PHIL HAYES gets out; goes around the car and gentlemanly opens the door for JULIE. 

PHIL HAYES and JULIE cuddle and lean against the car, both looking out at the city’s lights.

Moonlight glistens from the GLITTER and sweat sparkling from PHIL HAYES’ cheeks, nose and forehead.  It is obvious that he has had his face between her breasts.  

PHIL HAYES

So who was that guy you were with? 

JULIE

God, I'm so sick of him!  He never wanted to have any fun.  He doesn't travel.  Doesn’t even drink!  He's way too into his poetry.  He doesn't even have a car for Christ’s sake! 

JULIE begins lovingly caressing the Mercedes. 

PHIL HAYES

Wait, how old is he?

JULIE

Thirty-four. 

PHIL HAYES

Thirty-four and he doesn’t have a car?

JULIE

Nope.  Hasn't had a car since he was living with his parents back in the eighties. 

PHIL HAYES

What a douche bag!

JULIE turns slowly and smiles directly into PHIL HAYES’ eyes.

JULIE

Not like you. 

JULIE falls into PHIL HAYES’ arms and they resume kissing.