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The last of the students are filing out. Kaufman waits, leaning against the building. McKee emerges, carrying his brown leather bag. A shaky, tired Kaufman approaches him.
KAUFMAN
Mr. McKee?
MCKEE
Yes?
KAUFMAN
I'm the guy you yelled at this morning.
MCKEE
(trying to recall)
I need more.
KAUFMAN
I was the one who thought things didn't
happen in life.
MCKEE
Oh, right, okay. Nice to see you.
KAUFMAN
I need to talk.
MCKEE
I make it a rule not to give private
tutorials to my seminar students. It
wouldn't be fair to the others.
KAUFMAN
Mr. McKee, please. My even standing here
is very scary. I don't meet people well.
I'm self-conscious and timid. But what
you said this morning shook me to the
bone. What you said was bigger than my
screenwriting choices. It's about my
choices as a human being. Please.
McKee hesitates for a moment, then reaches out and puts his arm around Kaufman.
MCKEE
I could use a drink, my friend.