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A footbridge over the river. Margot waits in the middle of the bridge. Eli walks towards her from the opposite bank. His face is smeared with dirt and traces of paint. His clothes look severely dishevelled. He stops a few feet away from Margot.
ELI
I’m not in love with you any more.
MARGOT
I didn’t know you ever were.
ELI
Let’s not make this any more difficult
than it already is.
MARGOT
(pause)
OK.
ELI
OK, what?
MARGOT
OK, I’m not in love with you, either.
ELI
I know. You’re in love with Richie.
Which is sick and gross.
Silence. Margot nods.
MARGOT
Do you send my mother your clippings?
Eli hesitates.
MARGOT (CONT’D)
And your grades in --
ELI
Please, stop ridiculing me.
Eli turns away and looks sadly out at the river. Margot goes over and stands beside him.
ELI (CONT’D)
You never gave me the time of day until
I started getting good reviews.
MARGOT
Your reviews aren’t that good.
ELI
But the sales are.
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A second bridge, two hundred yards away. A large man in a coat and tie takes photographs of Margot and Eli with a telephoto lens.