This is an excerpt (first 20 pages) of a completed screenplay.

       "How Much Do You Love Me?" (working title) - screenplay by Derek Paterson.

       FADE IN:

       EXT. DESERT ROAD - DAY

       Interrupted only by a cloud of dust headed this way.


       INT. KENNY'S CHEVY (MOVING) - DAY

       KENNY, a ruggledly good-looking young buck in blue denim,
       nods in time to hardcore Country music as he drives toward
       the next town.


       EXT. GAS STATION - DAY

       A County Sheriff's car sits parked outside the office.

       Kenny's beaten blue Chevy pulls in and stops at the pumps.

       Kenny climbs out, stretches his legs, arches his back.

       AMY, 20, wearing grubby mechanic's overalls tied off at the
       waist, and a vest that was once white, bumps Kenny on her
       way to the pump.  Her baseball cap covers her face so he
       doesn't get a good look.

                             KENNY
                 Morning.

       Her back's to him as she lifts a pump gun, opens his gas
       tank.

                             KENNY
                 Gimme twenty bucks?

       She nods and sticks the gun in, starts pumping.  Kenny
       examines her from head to toe and back again.  Her vest
       strains to hold her ripe fruit.

                             KENNY
                 You get much trade out here?

       No answer.

                             KENNY
                 Sure is gonna be hot today.  Makes
                 me sweat just thinking about it.

       Amy turns.  Kenny reacts with shock.  Her head permanently
       tilts to one side, she's glassy eyed retarded, her tongue
       sticking out as she concentrates.

       SHERIFF QUINN, 40s, exits the office.

                             QUINN
                 You okay there Amy?

                             AMY
                 M'okay.

                             QUINN
                 Just call your daddy if you got any
                 problems, okay?

                             AMY
                 Okay.

       Kenny sees a Men's Room sign, heads that way.


       INT. GAS STATION MEN'S ROOM - DAY

       Kenny stands at a urinal doing his business.

       The door opens, he looks over his shoulder, it's Amy.

       Her glassy eyes seem to stare at his manhood, Kenny turns so
       his back's to her.

                             KENNY
                 I'll be out in a minute!

       She just stands there, dumb as rocks.

                             KENNY
                 Can you give me some privacy here?
                 I'm taking a leak.

                             AMY
                 Okay.

       She closes the door.  Kenny shakes his head, unbelievable.

       He puts it away, washes his hands.  No towel.  He shakes his
       hands dry, opens the door.


       EXT. OUTSIDE GAS STATION MEN'S ROOM - DAY

       Quinn stands waiting.  Amy's behind him, shyly peeking out
       at Kenny.

                             QUINN
                 Now son, what did you have to go and
                 do that for?  Can't you see God messed
                 with her head?

                             KENNY
                 Beg pardon?

                             QUINN
                 Turn around.

                             KENNY
                 What?

       Kenny looks from Quinn to Amy, catching on.

                             KENNY
                 Sir, I don't know what she told you.
                 I was in there taking a leak, she
                 opened the door.  I turned my back
                 soon as I saw it was her, and told
                 her to leave.

       Quinn thinks about this.  He looks at Amy.

       Amy stares back, her empty expression gives nothing away.

                             QUINN
                 Amy doesn't usually tell tales.

                             KENNY
                 I don't mean the poor girl no insult,
                 but she just doesn't do it for me.
                 Last thing on my mind.  I want you
                 to believe that, sir.

       Quinn looks real thoughtful.  He sighs, shakes his head.

                             QUINN
                 If I give you the benefit of the
                 doubt...

                             AMY
                 He did this.

       Amy jerks her hand up and down, thumb and forefinger forming
       an "OK" hole, and opens her mouth as wide as she can, her
       tongue falling out.

                             KENNY
                 Jesus.

       He spins Kenny around, shoves him against the wall, cuffs
       him expertly.

                             KENNY
                 Man, you couldn't be more wrong.

                             QUINN
                 Save it.

       Quinn searches Kenny's pockets.  Stops when he finds a lump
       in the left pocket.

                             KENNY
                 Car keys.  And some loose change.

       Quinn takes them out.

                             QUINN
                 Knife?  Gun?  Needles?

                             KENNY
                 Comb in my other pocket.  Wallet in
                 my back pocket.  Shades in my shirt
                 pocket.

       Quinn takes them all.  He marches Kenny to his car, opens
       the back door, pushes Kenny's head down and inside, slams
       the door shut on him.

       Quinn opens the front passenger door and drops Kenny's stuff
       into a bag.  He dumps this on the seat, then enters the
       garage.


       INT. QUINN'S CAR - DAY

       Kenny watches Amy toddle by.  She doesn't look at him.


       EXT. GARAGE - DAY

       Amy climbs into Kenny's Chevy.  She grips the wheel and makes
       engine noises, pretends she's driving.  She leans left and
       right as she zooms around imaginary corners on two wheels.


       INT. QUINN'S CAR - DAY

       Kenny rolls his eyes.

       Quinn backs out of the office, motioning with his hand to
       whoever's in there.  Calming the situation.

       Quinn returns to his car, climbs in.

                             KENNY
                 Sir, that girl is a lunatic.  She
                 made it all up!  You ask me, her
                 daddy's doing things to her.  Maybe
                 it's him you should be talking to.

       Quinn looks in the rearview, studies Kenny through the wire
       mesh barrier.  He starts the engine.

                             QUINN
                 Amy's my niece.

       Kenny stares out the window.  Shit...


       EXT. GAS STATION - DAY

       Quinn's car drives away.  The siren WHOOPS briefly.

       Amy waves goodbye.  Her dumb expression never changes.


       INT. POLICE STATION OFFICE - DAY

       DEPUTY TRAVIS, 30s, writes slowly and methodically, filling
       out a form.

       Quinn pushes Kenny up against the counter.  Travis puts down
       his pencil and stares aggressively at Kenny.

                             TRAVIS
                 What'd he do?

                             QUINN
                 Exposed himself to Amy.

                             TRAVIS
                 God damn.

                             KENNY
                 I was taking a leak.  She opened the
                 door.

                             TRAVIS
                 God damn.

                             KENNY
                 I have no idea why I'm here.

                             TRAVIS
                 You better shut up right now mister.

       Travis opens a drawer, takes out a key, slaps it into Quinn's
       hand.  He stares in disgust as Quinn leads Kenny away.


       INT. JAIL CELL - DAY

       CLANG!  Quinn closes the gate on Kenny.

                             QUINN
                 Now you just sit there, and keep
                 quiet, and contemplate the error of
                 your ways.

       Kenny spreads his hands helplessly.  Quinn exits along the
       corridor.  An outer door SLAMS.

       Kenny slowly turns around, sizing up the cell.  A low cot, a
       stained toilet bowl and hand basin.

                             KENNY
                 Jesus.

       Travis appears in the corridor, he looks around cautiously
       then leans close and whispers...

                             TRAVIS
                 Christ we all had Amy, she's hot to
                 trot.  Slip a bag over her ugly head,
                 you'd think you were riding a fifty-
                 dollar whore.

                             KENNY
                 I didn't touch her!

                             TRAVIS
                 And that big tongue of hers, man
                 it's like a whip on your balls.  She
                 sucks you dry and wants more.  Leaves
                 you limping for days.

                             KENNY
                 What the hell do you want from me?

                             TRAVIS
                 I'm telling you to roll with it.
                 Sheriff despises perverts, but he
                 fucking hates liars.  Just confess
                 you did it, go before the judge, pay
                 the fine and leave.  Dig your heels
                 in and you're in for a mighty
                 unpleasant time, believe me.  So
                 take my advice.  Roll with it.

                             KENNY
                 I'm gonna tell the judge you're all
                 crazy motherfuckers.  How does that
                 sound?

       Travis shrugs and exits.  Kenny sits on the cot and puts his
       head in his hands.


       EXT. SKY SHOT - DAY

       The dazzling sun blazes in a cloudless sky.


       INT. JAIL CELL - DAY

       Kenny lies on the cot, an arm over his eyes.  Approaching
       footsteps make him sit up.

       Quinn unlocks the gate door.  Travis leans back against the
       corridor wall, his arms folded.

                             QUINN
                 Stand up.

       Kenny gets up, uncertain.

                             QUINN
                 You're free to go.

                             KENNY
                 Come again?

                             QUINN
                 Car isn't stolen.  No outstanding
                 warrants.  You're free to go.

                             KENNY
                 You mean it's a retard's word against
                 mine, and she's no virgin.

       Quinn drives his nightstick deep into Kenny's guts.  Kenny
       collapses on the floor, gasping.  Travis inspects his
       fingernails.

                             QUINN
                 Talk like that about Amy again, I'll
                 not be responsible for what follows.

       Kenny gets his breath back, pushes himself up.

                             KENNY
                 All right, I'm sorry.  That was
                 uncalled for.  I don't know anything
                 about her.  I shouldn't have said
                 these things.  I'm just a little
                 angry, I guess.

       Quinn slides the stick back into its holster.

                             QUINN
                 Now get the hell out of here, I
                 haven't got all day to waste on the
                 likes of you.

       Kenny exits the cell, Travis escorts him out.


       INT. POLICE STATION OFFICE - DAY

       Travis lays Kenny's wallet, comb and loose change on the
       counter.

                             KENNY
                 All that talk about going before the
                 judge and confessing.  You didn't
                 have a damn shred of evidence.

                             TRAVIS
                 Keep that up, maybe we'll find some
                 lying around in a drawer.  You know
                 what I'm saying?

       Kenny opens his wallet, counts the bills.

                             KENNY
                 I had 77 dollars in my wallet when I
                 came in here.  Now I've only got 7
                 dollars.

                             TRAVIS
                 Bail was set at 70.

                             KENNY
                 Who said anything about bail?  I
                 thought I was being released.

       Travis picks up a blank form, slides it toward Kenny.

                             TRAVIS
                 You got any complaints, you write
                 them down on this, and sign it.

                             KENNY
                 My car still at the gas station?

                             TRAVIS
                 Unless it grew wings and flew here
                 by itself.

                             KENNY
                 I don't want to go back out there
                 alone, have that girl accusing me
                 all over again.  Not to mention, the
                 little matter of a shotgun.

                             TRAVIS
                 Now you're talking sense.

                             KENNY
                 So what's the chances of someone
                 giving me a ride?

                             TRAVIS
                 No can do.  Phone has to be manned
                 at all times.

                             KENNY
                 Maybe someone else?

       Quinn arrives, he's heard.

                             QUINN
                 I'll make a call, tell Mason to keep
                 Amy inside and leave you alone.  But
                 you get in that car of yours and
                 drive, you hear me?

                             KENNY
                 Yessir.  There is the little problem
                 of how I get there.

                             QUINN
                 There's a bus due in a couple hours.
                 You can afford a bus, can't you?

                             TRAVIS
                 Got 7 dollars in his wallet.

                             QUINN
                 Good enough.  Otherwise I'd have
                 arrested you for vagrancy.

       Kenny looks from Quinn to Travis.  Quinn's carved from stone,
       Travis tries to hide his smile.

                             KENNY
                 Thanks for your hospitality.

       Kenny exits outside.

                             TRAVIS
                 Think you were a little hard on him?
                 Could have been a mistake.

                             QUINN
                 Mistake my ass.  You know how gentle
                 that girl is.

                             TRAVIS
                 Yes sir I do.  It's a crying shame.

                             QUINN
                 Smart mouth punk.  I should have put
                 my stick up his ass.

                             TRAVIS
                 Wish I'd been there to see that.


       EXT. ROADSIDE BUS STOP - DAY

       Kenny looks up and down the road in both directions.  Nothing
       there but dust.

       He squints up at the blazing sun, reaches to his shirt pocket
       for his shades.  Realizes they're missing.

       He stamps his foot and spins completely around, mad as hell.

       Still nothing coming along the empty road.

       He looks again.

       There's a vehicle, coming his way.  He cranes his neck, trying
       to see.


       INT. JESSICA'S CAR (MOVING) - DAY

       JESSICA, a refined beauty in a crisp white blouse and flower
       skirt.  Maybe 30s, it's hard to tell with the headscarf and
       sunglasses.  She cranes her neck and looks ahead.


       EXT. ROADSIDE BUS STOP - DAY

       Kenny holds his thumb up.

       The approaching car slows, pulls in, stops beside him.

       They look each other up and down.

                             JESSICA
                 How long you been waiting here?

                             KENNY
                 A while.

                             JESSICA
                 Last bus came through a couple hours
                 ago.  Next one's not due till evening.
                 I'm afraid you've got to wait a little
                 longer.

       Kenny realizes what she's saying.

                             KENNY
                 Well... thanks for letting me know.

                             JESSICA
                 I don't like giving rides to
                 strangers.  It's too dangerous.

                             KENNY
                 Ma'am, I'm not dangerous, I'm just
                 hot and tired.

       She watches him for a moment... then leans over and opens
       the passenger door.

                             JESSICA
                 Just don't call me "ma'am" again
                 like I'm your mother.

       Kenny grins and climbs in.

                             KENNY
                 I promise.  And you're nothing like
                 my mother, believe me.

       A little smile says Jessica likes the flattery.


       INT. JESSICA'S CAR (MOVING) - DAY

                             JESSICA
                 Where are you headed?

                             KENNY
                 There's a gas station somewheres up
                 ahead.  You know the one I mean?

                             JESSICA
                 I think I do.

                             KENNY
                 I left my car there.

                             JESSICA
                 It broke down?

                             KENNY
                 Not exactly.

                             JESSICA
                 "Not exactly."  Now you've got me
                 curious.  Do I have to guess?

       Kenny's reluctant to say.  She glances at him.

                             JESSICA
                 You don't have to tell me if you
                 don't want to.

                             KENNY
                 I don't mean to be rude or anything.

                             JESSICA
                 It's okay.

                             KENNY
                 I got arrested.  It was a mistake, I
                 swear.  They let me go when they
                 realized.

                             JESSICA
                 What were you doing, holding the
                 place up?

                             KENNY
                 Nothing like that.  I stopped for
                 gas.  Next thing I know I'm in the
                 back of the county sheriff's car.

                             JESSICA
                 "I'm innocent, Your Honor."

                             KENNY
                 I know it's hard to believe.  I think
                 they were ripping me off.  They let
                 me go after they took my money.

                             JESSICA
                 How much?

                             KENNY
                 70 dollars.

                             JESSICA
                 Did they tell you it was bail money?

       Kenny looks at her, surprised and suspicious.

                             KENNY
                 I guess you know the local police.

                             JESSICA
                 I've had an occasional brush with
                 the law myself.  I know how these
                 things work.

                             KENNY
                 Then you know more than me.

       Jessica points to a pack of smokes and a gold lighter.  Kenny
       opens the pack, sticks one in her lips, lights it for her.

                             JESSICA
                 Where are you from?

                             KENNY
                 Nowhere special.  Hicksville.

                             JESSICA
                 Wow, what are the chances?  You and
                 me both.

                             KENNY
                 I'm Kenny.

                             JESSICA
                 I'm pleased to meet you, Kenny.

                             KENNY
                 You got a name?

                             JESSICA
                 What kind of crazy question is that?
                 Everybody's got a name.

       He waits.  She doesn't tell him.  He smiles.

                             KENNY
                 I hope I'm not taking you out of
                 your way.

                             JESSICA
                 No, you're not.  So where were you
                 heading?  Before the law caught up
                 with you, I mean.

                             KENNY
                 I wasn't on the run or anything.

                             JESSICA
                 Kidding.

       He smiles again.  Likes the way she presses his buttons.

                             KENNY
                 I'm heading to L.A.  See if I can't
                 get me a part in some movie.

                             JESSICA
                 You're an actor?

                             KENNY
                 Not yet.

                             JESSICA
                 I think you've got the looks.

                             KENNY
                 I hope so.  I mean, I'm not one of
                 those guys, stands in front of a
                 mirror all day.

                             JESSICA
                 I didn't think you were.

                             KENNY
                 Well thank God for that.

                             JESSICA
                 What you have to do is sign up to an
                 agency.  They take a fee, but they
                 can get you steady work.

                             KENNY
                 People just turn up at additions,
                 don't they?  I thought I'd try that.

                             JESSICA
                 They have open auditions sometimes,
                 yes.  But the queue starts the day
                 before.

       Kenny thinks about this.

                             KENNY
                 How come you know so much?

                             JESSICA
                 I don't, really.  I just read
                 magazines.

                             KENNY
                 You've never thought of becoming an
                 actress yourself?  With your looks?

                             JESSICA
                 Once, long ago.  But you know how it
                 is.  Life comes along and shits on
                 you.

                             KENNY
                 That's real philosophical.

                             JESSICA
                 Don't listen to me.  You're doing
                 the right thing.  Get out there and
                 grab it with both hands, like I wish
                 I'd done.

                             KENNY
                 Yes Ma'am.

                             JESSICA
                 I said not to call me that.

                             KENNY
                 You never told me your name.

                             JESSICA
                 Here we are.


       EXT. GAS STATION - DAY

       Jessica pulls in and stops.


       INT. JESSICA'S CAR - DAY

       Kenny cranes his neck, looks for his car.  It's not there.

                             KENNY
                 They must've moved it.

       He opens his door.

                             KENNY
                 Thanks for the ride.

                             JESSICA
                 My pleasure.

       A moment's lingering eye contact... then Kenny climbs out.


       EXT. GAS STATION - DAY

       Kenny stays as far from the office as he can as he circles
       round the gas station, looking for his car.

       There's no sign of it anywhere.

       He looks at Jessica, she's still there, watching him.


       INT. JESSICA'S CAR - DAY

       Kenny approaches and leans down to Jessica's window.

                             KENNY
                 I need to ask you to do something
                 for me.

                             JESSICA
                 Ask.  I won't bite.

                             KENNY
                 Go inside... and ask whoever's in
                 there where the hell my car is.

                             JESSICA
                 It's been stolen?

                             KENNY
                 It's a long story.

                             JESSICA
                 I got plenty of time.

                             KENNY
                 There's this girl.  The lights are
                 on but nobody's home, if you know
                 what I mean.

                             JESSICA
                 Has this anything to do with the
                 police?

                             KENNY
                 The girl accused me.  I didn't do a
                 thing, I swear to God I didn't.  But
                 that damn Sheriff took her word over
                 mine.

                             JESSICA
                 You think she took your car?

                             KENNY
                 Her daddy owns the gas station.
                 He's inside.  I think maybe he's the
                 Sheriff's brother.

                             JESSICA
                 Uh-huh.

                             KENNY
                 I just want to avoid any trouble,
                 that's all.  I don't want to see the
                 girl, I don't want to talk to her
                 daddy, maybe get into a fight, end
                 up in jail again.  I just want my
                 damn car.

       Jessica grabs her purse and gets out.  She walks to the office
       and goes inside.


       EXT. GAS STATION - DAY

       Kenny looks up and down the empty road.  Looks at the office.
       Looks up and down the road.  Wonders what's happening inside.

       Jessica exits and walks back to her car.

                             KENNY
                 Well?  What did the asshole say?

                             JESSICA
                 Cigarette.

       Kenny reaches into the car, grabs the pack and lighter.  She
       sticks one in her lips and lights it.

                             JESSICA
                 Okay.  The girl's dear pappy?

       She makes a gun with thumb and forefinger and points at the
       back of her own head.

                             JESSICA
                 They made him go down on his knees
                 and put one right here.

       Kenny stares at the office.  Is she kidding?

                             JESSICA
                 The girl, she's in the back room.
                 She's too ugly to fuck but they fucked
                 her anyway, then gave her some of
                 what pappy got.

       Kenny starts toward the office but Jessica grabs his arm.

                             JESSICA
                 I'm talking wall to wall brains.  No
                 reason why both of us should have
                 nightmares, huh?

       She throws down her cigarette, grinds it under her shoe.

                             JESSICA
                 Phone's out.  They cut the line.
                 Come on.  We're getting out of here.

       She opens her door, slides into her seat.  Kenny grabs her
       shoulder through the open window.

                             KENNY
                 Tell me you're kidding.

                             JESSICA
                 The place got knocked over, sweetie.
                 Whoever did it took your car.  You
                 might want to take a moment to figure
                 what that means.

       She starts the engine.

                             KENNY
                 I have to find the cops.  Tell them
                 I didn't do this.

                             JESSICA
                 What we need to do is find you an
                 alibi before they pin this on you.
                 And they are going to pin this on
                 you, believe me.  Get in.

       He gets in.  Jessica floors the gas and zooms up the highway.


       INT. JESSICA'S CAR (MOVING) - DAY

                             KENNY
                 This is none of your business.

                             JESSICA
                 You mean that in a nice way, don't
                 you?

                             KENNY
                 I can't let you do this... whatever
                 you're doing.

                             JESSICA
                 How are you planning to stop me?
                 Grab the wheel out my hands?

       She lets go of the wheel.  Kenny stares at the wheel, looks
       at the road ahead.

       Jessica presses harder on the gas pedal.


       EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY

       Jessica's car accelerates... to racing speed.


       INT. JESSICA'S CAR (MOVING) - DAY

                             KENNY
                 You've made your point.

       Jessica closes her eyes, folds her hands on her lap.


       EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY

       The car starts to drift.


       INT. JESSICA'S CAR (MOVING) - DAY

       Kenny grabs the wheel.

                             KENNY
                 Jesus!


       EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY

       The car drifts further... straightens up... overcompensates
       and drifts across the road... straightens up...


       INT. JESSICA'S CAR (MOVING) - DAY

                             KENNY
                 I said you've made your point!

       Jessica opens her eyes, eases off the gas, takes hold of the
       wheel.  Driving straight and safe.

                             KENNY
                 What is wrong with you?

                             JESSICA
                 Nothing's wrong with me.  I just
                 want to help.

                             KENNY
                 How, by killing me?

                             JESSICA
                 You don't look dead.

       She puts her hand on his thigh.

                             JESSICA
                 Don't feel dead either.

       He sucks in a deep breath.  She laughs and puts both hands
       on the wheel.

                             KENNY
                 Where are we going?

                             JESSICA
                 I need you trust me.  Just for a
                 little while.

                             KENNY
                 Why the hell should I?

                             JESSICA
                 I trusted you, didn't I?  I trusted
                 you with my life, right there.

       Kenny shakes his head, not understanding.

                             JESSICA
                 Call it a test.  You passed.

                             KENNY
                 And what happens... if I trust you?

                             JESSICA
                 Good things.

                             KENNY
                 You promise?

                             JESSICA
                 I promise.


       EXT. MOTEL - DAY

       Jessica's car sits parked outside the office.


       INT. MOTEL OFFICE - DAY

       Kenny and Jessica wait at the empty desk.

       Kenny goes to ring the bell -- she stops him.

       A clock on the wall shows quarter to three.  Jessica opens
       the hinged face and turns time back to 45 minutes earlier,
       to two o'clock.

       She rings the bell.  Nothing happens.  She rings it again,
       faster and louder.  The MANAGER, 60s and crabby, arrives.

                             MANAGER
                 Heard you the first time.

       Jessica grabs Kenny's hand and draws him close.  He's a little
       bewildered.

                             JESSICA
                 We need a room, real urgent, if you
                 know what I mean.

       She drops crumpled bills onto the counter.

                             JESSICA
                 Just give us the key, we'll settle
                 ourselves in.  Oh, and make sure we
                 get a wake-up call at 4 o'clock.

       She squeezes Kenny and laughs.

                             JESSICA
                 Two hours should just about do it.

       The Manager scoops up the cash and slides a key across.

                             MANAGER
                 Number 9 at the end.  Make as much
                 noise as you like.

       Jessica shows him a 20-dollar bill as if it's a prize.

                             JESSICA
                 Exactly 4 o'clock, got it?

       The Manager nods.

                             MANAGER
                 Four it is.

       Jessica leads Kenny to the door.  The Manager winks at Kenny,
       who's still bewildered as Jessica pulls him outside.


       INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY

       Jessica unlocks the door, they enter.

       She sits on the bed, bounces up and down.

                             JESSICA
                 Not bad.  I'll be back in a minute.

       She goes into the bathroom and closes the door.

       Kenny peeks out the window, checking outside.

       Running water sounds from the bathroom.

       Kenny turns on the TV, sits down on the bed with the remote
       in his hand.  The screen brightens showing ads.  He turns
       the sound down and thumbs a switch, changing channels.
       Sports.  Soap opera.  Ads.  News.

       A REPORTER talks urgently into his mike, reporting the latest
       exciting crime.

       Behind him, the unmistakable sight of the gas station, with
       a County Sheriff's car parked out front.

       Quinn stands with his back to the news camera, talking into
       his car's radio mike.  Somehow he senses he's being watched,
       and turns to stare directly into the news camera with cold,
       unblinking eyes.


       INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY

       Kenny switches off the TV and sucks in huge, deep breaths.

       The sound of running water stops.

       Moments later the bathroom door opens.

       Jessica stands in her underwear, black lace bra and panties.
       It's the first time we've seen her without her head scarf
       and sunglasses.  She's a modern day Marilyn Monroe, an
       unsettling mix of beauty and tragedy.

       If Kenny had problems breathing before, he has even more
       problems now.

       The remote slips from his hand, drops on the floor.

       Jessica comes to stand over him.  She runs her fingers through
       his hair.  Tilts his head back, leans down and kisses him.

                             JESSICA
                 I thought...

                             KENNY
                 Yeah?

       A more passionate kiss--

                             JESSICA
                 ...if anyone happened to look in the
                 window...

                             KENNY
                 Yeah?

       Pushing him back onto the bed and climbing on him--

                             JESSICA
                 It would look better...

       A deep kiss that lasts forever--

                             KENNY
                 Feels better...

       She unbuttons his shirt, all but rips it off.

                             JESSICA
                 ...if we were, you know...


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