SCENE 11

 

Scene opens in Carolyn and Debbie's apartment, several hours after the end of the previous scene (she is wearing what we saw at the happy hour, a brightly-colored button-down). She is studying in her living room, taking notes on a textbook. She has obviously been at this for some time, as the table is littered with papers, snacks, coffee, etc. Carolyn looks quite studious here; after a few moments of her studying she yawns, stretches a bit, then resumes studying. Morph to several hours later, her shirt is unbuttoned a bit now, she's a bit more frazzled and the table has more papers, garbage, etc.

 

Suddenly the door bursts open, Debbie and a beau she obviously picked up this evening literally stumble in, laughing. They are both quite intoxicated, so they fall to the ground in full view of Carolyn (but they don't see her) and then start making out - the guy is on his back while Debbie is on top of him, smooching him all over the place. Carolyn, pen still in hand, watches them wearily. After a few moments of this he opens his eyes to Carolyn staring at them. As he has stopped responding to Debbie, Debbie turns to see Carolyn at the table and laughs, she's not particularly embarrassed.

 

Debbie

This is my roommate Carolyn.

 

Darren

Hi.

 

Debbie

This is Darren.

 

Carolyn

Hi Darren, how are you?

 

Darren glances at Debbie, who is sitting on him, bent over so that her tits are right in his face. His gaze returns to Carolyn.

 

Darren

Doing well, thanks. You?

 

Carolyn

Very well. Did you two have a pleasant evening?

 

Debbie pushes off of Darren, helps him, up, and starts to pull him down the hall into her bedroom, laughing, drunk.

 

Debbie

Evening's not over yet.

 

Darren winks at Carolyn as they disappear from view into Debbie's bedroom. Carolyn, unimpressed by this spectacle, returns to her books. Morph to a few hours later, huge stack of papers on the table, Carolyn's got a sweatshirt over her outfit now, still studying, exhausted, yawning. She slowly succumbs to her fatigue, and rests her head on her desk. Fade slowly to black. Black continues for a few moments until we hear the sound of shattering ceramic. Fade in to Carolyn's eye view of a dimly lit room. Carolyn has been sleeping on her books for several hours, it's the middle of the night. Darren, barely dressed, was trying to sneak out quietly but knocked over a vase and is now on the ground trying to collect the pieces. He looks up at her guiltily.

 

Carolyn

rubbing her eyes

Don't worry about it.

 

Darren rises and quietly, humbly walks out the door. Carolyn falls back to sleep, fade to black. With black screen, we hear the sound of egg frying. Fade in to morning, Carolyn freshly showered in a new outfit, cooking up an egg. After a few moments Debbie shuffles in, looking as though she's paying the price for last night's excesses. She's wearing a bathrobe, with the remnants of the evening's makeup on her face.

 

Carolyn

chipper

Good morning.

 

Debbie

Let's not exaggerate.

 

As Carolyn cooks her egg Debbie chugs a glass of water, grabs a bottle of aspirin, and takes a handful of tablets with another entire glass of water. She stands there a few moments, collecting herself as Carolyn cooks.

 

Debbie

I hate Saturdays.

 

Carolyn

You hate Saturdays? Nobody hates Saturdays.

 

Debbie

You know what comes after Saturday?

 

Carolyn

Sunday.

 

Debbie

Exactly.

 

Carolyn digests this, nodding, while she finishes cooking her egg.

 

Carolyn

So you hate the whole week.

 

Debbie

Not at all. I live for the period between Friday lunch and going to bed Friday night.

 

Carolyn

jokingly

Those twelve hours...

 

Debbie

Almost make the other six and a half days worthwhile.

pause. big smile.

Coming back to work after lunch on Friday, everyone's in such a great mood,

she closes her eyes, takes a deep breath

thinking about the weekend, no work gets done. And at five o'clock you turn off your computer and you just feel the work week slide off you, you shed it like skin you've outgrown.  Walking out of the office on Friday is just majestic.

 

Debbie is in a bit of a trance. Carolyn finishes off her egg in silence, then rises.

 

Carolyn

You want an english muffin?

 

Debbie

Do you know what I do?

 

Carolyn halts, sits back down.

 

Carolyn

You're a consultant.

 

Debbie

That's what I do, but do you know what I do?

 

Carolyn

looks compassionately at Debbie for a moment

No.

 

Debbie

I help companies make more money.

 

Pause.

 

Carolyn

I'll bet your recruiters described it more glamorously.

 

Debbie

chuckles

Yeah.

 

Cut to Debbie's overstuffed cubicle at work. She's dressed in a work suit with mountains of papers on her desk. She's stares at a computer, then a thick account ledger on her lap, then back at the computer. We hear Debbie continue her conversation with Carolyn as we see her do monotonous chores in her cubicle (e.g. hunting through files, comparing two ledgers, paging through nearly-identical forms)

 

Debbie (os)

Whether you are an experienced professional or just embarking on your career, you owe it to yourself to consider PricewaterhouseCoopers, the world’s leading professional services firm. You will have unparalleled opportunities here. You’ll team with the best in the business to assist companies from our unrivaled client list – from start-ups to the world’s leading companies.

 

With offices in 150 countries, your opportunities with us are virtually unlimited. Your career can be locally oriented or international, focused on a key industry or on a client service. Whatever your career goals, we have the global reach to embrace them.

 

Throughout your career, you will be challenged by the work, by the people on your team and by the clients we serve. You will be constantly learning. Your ideas will be welcomed in an atmosphere of collaboration and teamwork. Your individuality will be recognized. You will be encouraged to be yourself.

 

Silence for a few moments, as Debbie continues to be bored by the boring things she's doing in her cubicle. An older, quite unattractive man walks up to her desk.

 

Mr. rosenblatt

Good morning, Debbie.

 

Debbie

disgusted, puts on a fake smile

Mr. Rosenblatt.

 

Mr. Rosenblatt

Any progress on the Greenfield account?

 

Debbie

Slow but steady, Mr. Rosenblatt.

 

Mr. Rosenblatt

There's a lot of gruntwork on this one, but as you know we're paid well - you're paid well - to find the smallest inefficiencies in their process management.

 

Debbie

I know.

 

Mr. Rosenblatt

You have to walk before you run, Debbie.

 

Debbie, who has been avoiding making eye contact with her boss, now turns to look at him, doing her best to hide her contempt.  Mr. Rosenblatt smiles, and squats down so that the top of his head is at Debbie's level. Debbie closes her eyes and tenses up her face, overcome by hatred. After a few moments she reaches out and rubs the top of his head as he makes sighs of pleasure. He rises, straightens out his jacket.

 

Mr. Rosenblatt

Keep up the good work.

 

Debbie stares blankly at her computer screen as Mr. Rosenblatt walks away. Cut back to Carolyn and Debbie's conversation at their flat. They're both eating english muffins now, chuckling.

 

Carolyn

Oh, but the Friday afternoons!

 

Debbie

Thank god for Friday afternoons.

 

A cell phone rings, confusing Carolyn and Debbie. After exchanging confused looks with Carolyn, Debbie gets up and walks over to near where the vase used to be, and picks up the ringing cell phone.

 

Debbie

This isn't yours, is it?

 

Carolyn shakes her head.

 

Debbie

Oh, this must be Darren's.

 

They both stare at the ringing cell phone, not sure what to do with it.

 

Carolyn

Answer it!

 

Debbie

Where's the vase?

 

Debbie answers the phone.

Debbie

Hello?

Pause, as she listens.

No, he left his phone here last night.

Debbie tries to restrain herself from laughing, Carolyn shakes her head and laughs

I'm sorry about that. If I ever see him again, which I probably won't, I'll let him know.

 

Carolyn

You're terrible.

 

Debbie

Okay, bye-bye.

 

Debbie hangs up the phone, laughing.

 

Carolyn

Wife?

 

Debbie

Mom. She wants her car back.

more laughter

Of course he had to leave in the middle of the night last night because his company sent him to Switzerland this morning - he's an investment banker - but apparently he forgot to ask permission to take mom's car to the airport.

 

More laughter, as Debbie sits back down. Laughter quiets down.

 

 Debbie

You know I've been out of school almost five years now. I hate my job. And all my friends hate their jobs.

 

Carolyn

Why do you stick with it?

 

Debbie

Quit? And do what?

 

Carolyn

You could do anything you wanted, you've told me how overpaid you are, you must have some money set aside.

 

Debbie

They pay me huge amounts of money to be miserable. More and more each year, so as you become more and more miserable, it becomes more and more worth it to be miserable. Conniving bastards.

 

Carolyn

I don't think anybody ever knows for sure what they want to do, you just guess.

 

Debbie

I guessed wrong. All my friends guessed wrong.

 

Carolyn

So guess again. Now you can make an educated guess.

 

Debbie

Well, I guess I'll be a movie star.

 

Carolyn

You're going to need an agent.

 

At that moment, Darren bursts in breathing heavily as though he's been running. Debbie and Carolyn don't flinch at this intrusion, and Carolyn with her hand offers Darren as a potential agent.

 

Debbie

to Carolyn, ignoring Darren

No, I need an agent who can hold an erection.

 

Darren

contemplates this, but gives up after a few moments

I left my cell phone.

 

Debbie

holds out the cell phone

Somebody's secretary called from Switzerland. They want to know what's taking you so long.

 

Darren ignores this comment and grabs the phone. He starts to walk out but stops and looks at Carolyn.

 

Darren

to Carolyn

Hey um,

 

He's pointing at Debbie, wants to say "Debbie" but can't remember her name. He struggles for a few moments.

 

Debbie

not surprised

Debbie.

 

Darren

Debbie told me you're a med student.

 

Carolyn

Yeah, I started last week.

 

Darren

Hey listen, my urine has been a real strange color lately.

 

Debbie buries her face in her hands. Cut to black.