FADE IN:
INT. ELIJAH’S CAR — NIGHT
Elijah is driving MARA home after a night out. They wind through the dark countryside, the radio on the lowest possible volume it can be, but still be audible.
ELIJAH: (to himself) My god, Mara. We’ve been together too long. I’m fairly certain we hate each other.
MARA: And Barry won’t do anything ’cause he doesn’t want to rock the boat. I keep telling him they should fire her, that she doesn’t know her job, that she holds everyone back…
Mara fades to the background as Elijah drives in silence, not really paying attention.
ELIJAH: (to himself) Ugh, she’s killing me. I’ve got to tell her. Just shout it right in her face, once and for all.
MARA: The owner smokes, and they smoke, so they’re always huddled up, they always take an extra 10 minutes of break and then they come back to where I’m working and stink up the whole god damn office.
Elijah is about to speak – then stops short.
ELIJAH: (to himself) Easy, easy. You’ve still got two more hours in the car.
MARA: She doesn’t even appreciate it, I know she doesn’t. Not like I would.
ELIJAH: (to himself) Dear God, two more hours, please stop talking.
MARA: Analgesics aren’t even a stock percentage anymore, not with the waterfront boys kicking ass and taking names.
As Mara continues to drone on, Elijah begins to space out. Her voice begins to double up on itself, and Elijah looks over. As her real blubbering fades away, Mara continues on in Elijah’s imagination.
MARA: Blah, blah. La-di-da, does it really matter what the fuck I say? All I ever do anymore is bitch about work anyway. We haven’t had a real conversation in months.
ELIJAH: That’s hardly my fault, is it? You never shut up.
MARA: Someone has to do the talking.
ELIJAH: You never even ask me any questions anymore.
MARA: Well, what I really need is for someone to just listen, you know that. That’s why we’re perfect together.
ELIJAH: Because I listen so well?
MARA: Because nothing you have to say interests me.
ELIJA: Well screw you, too!
The real-world Mara stops talking, angry and appalled.
MARA: Excuse me? What the fuck was that?
Elijah comes back to attention, his daydream over. Mara is staring at him, demanding a response.
ELIJAH: Oh, I, uh, thought you said something else. Sorry, sweetie.
MARA: What did you think I said?
ELIJAH: Forget it, really. I’m sorry, go on.
She’s not sure, but she’ll take it.
MARA: Yeah? Anyway, there’s more – I mean, the Visigoths? The fucking Visigoths?
Feigning interest again, he chuckles and nods in agreement.
ELIJAH: (to himself) She’d changed a lot since I met her. She used to be so selfless. She used to care about people. About me. Maybe.
MARA: I mean, don’t get me wrong. The guy died, and that’s terrible. I was upset all night over it; I almost couldn’t sleep.
She steals a glance at the speedometer.
MARA: It’s 45. But she’s going to be totally impossible to deal with, and I’m going to have to put up with a whole new round of her shit, not too mention I’ll be tired as hell now…
ELIJAH: (to himself) I like to think looking back on my relationship with Mara is like watching time-lapse photography of a decaying corpse in science class.
INT. SCIENCE CLASS — DAY
The children are sitting at their desks, lights off. On a movie screen at the front of the class, a bunny rabbit goes through the motions from life to death, and eventual decay, via time-lapse photography. A younger Elijah, 11, sits in the seat beside the projector.
ELIJAH: (V.O.) The lights turn off and it begins, soft, fluffy, full of life. Then we sit back, fool around a little, and watch the thing fall apart before our eyes, powerless to turn it off.
Elijah reaches for the projector’s power switch, but the SCIENCE TEACHER slaps his hand away.
SCIENCE TEACHER: Pay attention!
The kids groan in disgust as the rabbit’s eyeball sinks away into its skull.
ELIJAH: (V.O.) I know, it looks disgusting, but it happens to every couple, eventually. Oh, check out this bit here, I remember this.
We see the kids react to something on the screen as they let out another groan, and one girl starts to cry.
ELIJAH: (V.O.) I only wish I had paid more attention when we started dating. Things might’ve gone a whole different way.
FADE OUT.
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