That Girl Is On Fire, Mentally, 2

INT. JORGE’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

Jorge is sitting on the couch, burning weed with his friend KLAUS, who’s 24, German heritage, a little pudgy.

KLAUS
So it’s over with Virginie?

JORGE
It’s been a month. Where the fuck have you been?

KLAUS
(laughing)
In my Corvette, asshole!

Klaus chortles until he starts coughing.

JORGE
Christ, whatever.

Beat. Jorge passes the joint to Klaus.

KLAUS
What about that other girl? You know, face-face.

JORGE
What, Amanda? Mandy?

KLAUS
Yeah, her.

JORGE
Let me fucking tell you what happened with her on Thursday.

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INT. MANDY’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

Mandy’s apartment is furnished with Michael Graves for Target pieces, medium-range IKEA, typical unmarried aspirational Tennessee dental student girl taste. There’s a couch in front of the TV, and Jorge sits to one side next to MIKE (jockish dental student with reversed lid who we won’t see again); next to Mike is MANDY, 25. She’s car-show pretty, not big-pretty, but then this is Tennessee, not New York.

They’re watching How To Get Ahead In Advertising. Mandy pauses it with the DVD remote.

MANDY
Hey Jorge, can I get one of your cigarettes now?

Jorge gets out his pack of yellow American Spirits.

JORGE
Sure you can. Take two. Take them all.

MANDY
(to Mike)
Should I take his whole pack?

MIKE
I mean, if he’s offering.

MANDY
(to Jorge)
No, I just want one.

JORGE
Here, here you go.

He gives her a cigarette.

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EXT. MANDY’S BUILDING – NIGHT

Jorge and Mandy stand outside around back of the building, smoking, looking out on the marsh.

MANDY
Thanks for the cigarette.

SUBTITLE: Thanks for the cigarette, although I prefer Nat Shermans.

JORGE
You’re welcome.

SUBTITLE: You think you’re entitled to everything, don’t you? You do.

MANDY
This is not a nice night. It’s so humid. Worse than yesterday.

JORGE
I mean…I guess.

SUBTITLE: I’d do anything to get out of this place.

Jorge leans to the right, denting her personal space. She takes a jazz step away from him.

MANDY
So did you hear that study where French fries are supposed to cause cancer now?

SUBTITLE: I’m never sleeping with you. Never ever.

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INT. JORGE’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

Klaus is dying with laughter.

JORGE
You suck, dude.