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Psychological-thriller. 

When a lonely fashion photographer and his dream girl are kidnapped together and locked in a basement, his perfect fantasy unravels into deceit, treachery, double-cross, and murder.

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{Scene: Dylan, the photographer, finally gets Mary Beth alone to talk. He’s setup a pseudo cafe at a street corner bus stop at sunset. The pseudo butler seats her.}
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    EXT. 21ST AND MAIN - DUSK

    The butler approaches her.


            BUTLER

        Table for one or is the lady expected?


    She hesitates. 


            NUNYO

        The lady's expected.


            BUTLER

        Very good, miss. This way, if you pleas.

    He takes two steps and pulls out her chair. Dylan notices her for the first time and rises as the butler helps seat her across from him. He sits when she's seated.

    The butler pulls the champagne from the bucket, opens it, pours some into Dylan's glass. Dylan tastes it, nods approval. The butler pours some for Nunyo. She tastes it, smiles, nods approval. He replaces the bottle in the bucket.


            BUTLER

        Will there be anything else, sir?


            DYLAN

        Actually, you've done quite well, Jeeves. You may retire for the night.


            BUTLER

        As you wish, sir.

          (turns to Nunyo, bows)

        Miss.


    Nunyo nods, Jeeves walks away and is soon gone. Silence. Just them and the candles pushing back the encroaching darkness.


            DYLAN

        Thank you so much for joining me.


            NUNYO

        How could I not?


            DYLAN

        I thought creating our own reality for just a little while might give us the opportunity to embrace the spirit of who we are, rather than trying to storm the ramparts of our working-world facades.


            NUNYO

        Which means?


            DYLAN

        No outside interference. No one influencing what we say to one another. Just you and me telling the truth to each other. No promises, no expectations. Just two souls uniting in purity.


            NUNYO

        Wow.

          (pause)

        What truth do you want to know?


            DYLAN

          (smiles brightly)

        Your name.


            NUNYO

        Mary Beth.


            DYLAN

        Oh, I like that much better than Nunyo. Yes, I like that name. I can see that it only works in combination for you. You certainly aren't a Mary or a Beth. MB doesn't work, either, I'll bet.


            MARY BETH

        Only on very rare occasions.


            DYLAN

        Oh? When would those be?


            MARY BETH

        We're not ready for that, yet.


            DYLAN

        Oh, OK. You probably don't remember, but I'm Dylan-


            MARY BETH

        I remember.


            DYLAN

          (smiles)

        I'm flattered.


            MARY BETH

        Don't be. I just have an exceptional memory.

          (beat)

        I have a question for you.


            DYLAN

        Shoot.


            MARY BETH

        Why is it important to you that I'm not a model. I thought guys like that sort of thing.


            DYLAN

        I don't know what guys like. I suppose I'm looking for something different. Someone who may be beautiful, but doesn't feel like she has to push it on the rest of the world. Someone who can direct that energy in a more personal way. A more attractive way.


            MARY BETH

        In a more personal way? Do you mean more personal to her or to you?


            DYLAN

        Maybe that would be the same thing.


            MARY BETH

        Sounds like a Fifties housewife, to me.


            DYLAN

          (laughs)

        No, that's not what I mean at all. I think that vital energy should flow both ways. I thinks that's what should be important in the world. Everything else should be secondary.


            MARY BETH

          (pause)

        I'm not sure where you're going with this, but I can tell you what my priorities are at this stage in my life.


            DYLAN

        Please. I'd love to know.


            MARY BETH

        For me, career is very important. I like the idea of putting myself out there, even, to use your phrase, push myself on the world. I like money and what it can do, what it can buy and how the world is controlled by it. I like things that people make and things that are made well. I like the idea of trading money for those things. I like comfort and good food and I like to be treated well. Being on the edge of things, not knowing how they'll turn out, that's important to me.


            DYLAN

        Nothing very romantic in that list.


            MARY BETH

          (shakes her head)

        Romantic is something spontaneous, like bumping into the man of your dreams among the throngs of people on Bourbon Street during Mardi Gras and recognizing each other in a kiss. Romantic is having a long lost love that was presumed dead at the hands of New Guinea cannibals suddenly appear by your side as you stand on the rear deck of a Princes Cruise Line at sunset looking into the churning water leaping with dolphins contemplating whether or not to jump.


            DYLAN

          (pause)

        Either of those happen to you?


            MARY BETH

        No. But, that's just my point. You can't plan them. They either happen or you read about them, but you can't set them up.

          (beat)(she gestures to the surroundings)

        What you've done here is very charming, but it's not romantic. I don't know you and you don't know me. We have no history to be romantic about.


            DYLAN

        This was supposed to be the start of our history, not culmination of it.


            MARY BETH

        Dylan, you're a sweet guy.

          (she stands)

        I think you can see that forcing our paths to cross can't create something that's not there to begin with. I'm really flattered that you went out of your way to put all this together, and the champagne is really good, but I have to stand by what I said before, and I don't mean to be cold, but...


            DYLAN

        But, what?


            MARY BETH

        But, I'm just not interested.


            DYLAN

          (stands)

        Well, I think the message finally got through. I hope you don't think me the fool.


            MARY BETH

        No, Dylan. I don't think that.


            DYLAN

          (extends his hand)

        Then, thank you for coming.


            MARY BETH

          (excepts his hand)

        My pleasure.


            DYLAN

        I'll walk you home if you like.


            MARY BETH

        Dylan.


            DYLAN

        Just being chivalrous.


            MARY BETH

        Goodbye, Dylan.


            DYLAN

        Goodbye, Mary Beth.


    Mary Beth glances at him a second then walks off into the darkness up the side street.


    Dylan picks up his wine glass, notices that it's empty, so exchanges it for the bottle and chugs it back in great gulps. He tosses the empty into the wire trash can next to the bus stop, both of which were forgotten temporarily while Cafe Romantik
    was alive.


            
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