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CASEY, a beautiful young woman in a cocktail dress, leads ADAM in. The same age as her, he’s bookish and in a suit. Party music and voices rumble from another room.<br /><br />ADAM<br />(British)<br />Good God, this is bigger than my flat in Ruislip.<br /><br />CASEY<br />That where you live?<br /><br />She takes two tubs of Mac & Cheese from a cupboard, pours in water and pops them in a microwave.<br /><br />ADAM<br />Nora and I, till we parted. Couldn't afford it on my<br />own. Casey, what’re you doing?<br /><br />CASEY<br />You said you were hungry. And the food being served<br />out there is crap...<br /><br />ADAM<br />But is this all right?<br /><br /><br />CASEY<br />Why shouldn’t it be?<br /><br />ADAM<br />It’s not your home, it’s Lando Grissoms’ and —<br /><br />CASEY<br />Hey, I helped that son-of-a-bitch find this house! Spent<br />months looking for it, all over town. Connected him<br />with my decorator. I was here more than I was at home.<br />Besides, I bought these, and I’ll be damned if I leave<br />anything behind. It’ll just go to waste. He — he thinks<br />Mac and Cheese is beneath him, now.<br /><br />ADAM<br />...Sorry. And may I say, your Lando is a fool?<br /><br />CASEY<br />...He’s not mine, anymore.<br /><br />ADAM<br />Then why did we come to his party?<br /><br /></div><div>CASEY<br />Had to. Make everyone think I’m well and good.<br />That’s so fucking important in this town. Always<br />land on your feet. And having a man with me who<br />nobody knows — what better way to prove it?<br /><br />ADAM<br />Brilliant...am I your rent boy?<br /><br />CASEY</div><div>Oh, stop. There's water in the fridge.<br /><br />The microwave dings. She pulls the tubs out and carefully peels off the covers. Adam gets bottles of water. She pulls out silverware and hands him a tub with spoon.<br /><br />CASEY<br />Chow down, baby.<br /><br />ADAM<br />Thanks. Cheesy pasta...mum calls this nourishment<br />for heart attacks, but when in starvation mode...<br /><br />He digs in. She toys with hers as she looks around.<br /><br />CASEY<br />Lando Grissom. I’m still trying to figure out how he<br />and I got together. Self-absorbed brats should never<br />partner up.<br /><br />ADAM<br />I don’t see you as being like that.<br /><br />CASEY<br />You don't know me. I don’t know me. I should’ve<br />known him. It’s not like I hadn’t seen him around, at<br />parties, awards ceremonies. Different girl, every time.<br />But I was too focused on another actor I was dating.<br />Vinny. A nice guy who couldn't decide if he was gay,<br />straight or bi. But he did like being with me; got him<br />sympathy from the gossip rags.<br /><br />ADAM<br />Don’t they like you? Why?<br /><br />CASEY<br />Oh, on my first series, someone on the crew called me a<br />demanding little diva. And it’s still brought up whenever<br />something goes wrong. Like it did when I caught Lando<br />with some bitch. Who knew smearing his car with doggie-<br />doo would make headlines around the world?<br /><br />ADAM<br />Did it?<br /><br />CASEY<br />You must’ve seen the Telegraph, Daily Mail...<br /><br />ADAM<br />I pay them no mind.<br /><br />CASEY<br />Good. It’s all bullshit. Vinny’s the perfect example. His<br />then boyfriend saw me in Neiman's and warned me, He's<br />using you, so don't be surprised about me. I wasn't; I can<br />add two and two. That's what I told him, and he nodded<br />and walked away. The Inquirer turned it into a screaming<br />match in the middle of cosmetics, photos arranged to look<br />like we were about to get into a knife fight. Vinny got<br />outed, and I was disparaged as the other woman in a gay<br />man's life.<br /><br />ADAM<br />Not really? That must have taken some rather bizarre<br />gymnastics in in the writing process.<br /><br />CASEY<br />They did backflips, pommel horse, you name it. Anyway,<br />one day I was at a party and my limo vanished, and Lando<br />gave me a ride home. And we talked. And we started seeing<br />each other. We were tabloid fodder by the second date, but<br />at least this spin was positive. He was kind. Attentive. Loving,<br />even though I was a bigger name than him. Dozen movies<br />to my credit. Two series. I liked him. I wanted him with me<br />always, so got him onto Ilithium Four.<br /><br />Adam focuses on his tub of food.<br /><br />ADAM<br />I’d rather not remember that film.<br /><br />CASEY<br />Oh? Oh, Adam, are you one of those preferred the book<br />people?<br /><br />ADAM<br />It was a classic work of science fiction and he was not<br />at all correct for the character he portrayed and he — sorry,<br />I — I didn’t mean to — I mean, you were good in it but...<br /><br />CASEY<br />Oh, stop. It was a piece of crap. But I enjoyed making it.</div><div>Enjoyed the whole shoot. Lando and me. Five romantic<br />months at a beach resort near Cape Town. You ever been?<br /><br />ADAM<br />No. I dislike travel.<br /><br />CASEY<br />But you just flew thousands of miles to here...<br /><br />ADAM<br />Only to collect the book your grandfather’s donated to<br />my university.<br /><br />CASEY<br />I think you’d like Cape Town. Lando and I, we looked all<br />over that city. Once we even took the last cable car up to</div><div>Table Mountain. God, that ride. Clear sky filled with red.<br />City lights glistening in the evening's shadows. Millions<br />of them. Each one representing a person whose life was as<br />distinct and meaningful as ours. The beauty of it...such<br />overwhelming beauty...as we whispered up and up — I<br />started to weep. So Lando slipped to behind me. Wrapped<br />his arms around my waist. Put his chin in the crook of my<br />neck. Soft. Tender. And he whispered, That’s real cool.<br /><br />Adam covers a laugh with a cough and bite of the Mac & Cheese.<br /><br />CASEY<br />Yeah, Shakespeare reborn. But I didn't care. I was in<br />love. The tabloids got a lot of niceness to fill their pages,<br />for the next three years. Did wonders for my reputation<br />as well as his career. Till two weeks ago. And now look<br />at me; in his kitchen, comfort-eating and spilling my guts<br />to a man I all but blackmailed to be here. Perfect. And<br />cut. Print. That’s a wrap.<br /><br />ADAM<br />I know I didn’t want to come, but I’m not sorry I did.<br /><br />CASEY</div><div>You’re sweet. Definitely not what I thought you'd be.<br /><br />ADAM<br />Nor are you what I expected, really.<br /><br />CASEY<br />Adam, let’s be real — you hadn't even heard of me<br />before you came here, had you? I mean, you watched<br />Ilithium Four on the flight over. You said so.<br /><br />ADAM<br />Well...my brothers and sister would know of you. They<br />watch the telly. Follow social media, whatever. But the<br />truth is, for me — books are my life. If it's not a volume<br />that goes onto a shelf, nothing else matters. The only reason<br />you and I even met is because my university insisted I make<br />the journey instead of a colleague.<br /><br />CASEY<br />Insisted? They made you to come all this way to pick up<br />my grandfather’s silly book? We couldn’t just FedEx it?<br /><br />ADAM<br />Oh, God, no! No! It’s an Alice ’65 — an 1865 edition of<br />Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland! Only 25 are known to<br />exist. The risk of sending it via UPS or FedEx — God only<br />knows what could have happened. I was chosen because<br />it’s in my area of expertise...and I’m also the best cataloguer<br />they have. In fact, I’m the department joke, the way I lose<br />myself in research...to where I forget meals and meet-ups<br />and anniversaries and such. Nora was often aggrieved.<br /><br />CASEY<br />C'mon, baby, you really that bad?<br /><br />ADAM<br />She wanted me tested for autism. Said I'm too easily<br />distracted by minutia. Then one day we met for tea and<br />— and she told me to get on with my life. Such a simple<br />phrase, that...yet totally without meaning.<br /><br />He notices a slip of paper on the refrigerator.</div><div>ADAM<br />Meat-flies; water-vaYter; come-comb; house-wees?<br />Is Lando trying to learn German?<br /><br />CASEY<br />Huh? I dunno. He was in Berlin doing publicity, a few<br />days ago. And Paris. And Sydney. And Tokyo. You<br />name it they loves their Lando Grissom.<br /><br />He looks at her.<br /><br />ADAM<br />Don't they love their Casey Blanchard, as well?<br /><br />CASEY<br />...Not like they used to.<br /><br />He hesitates...turns back to the list. Writes on it.<br /><br />ADAM<br />Well...pronunciation's off on these. So here we go,<br />meat should be flysh. And water is vasser. If you plan<br />to do it, do it right. That’s why there are so few Alice<br />65s; the illustrator hated how the first print turned out<br />and insisted the book be completely redone. So it was.<br />(looks at her)<br />As for the pasta, it was lovely, but now I think a nice<br />chicken curry with saffron rice, sag aloo, raita, samosas<br />in plum sauce, and big bottles of Taj Mahal would be a<br />perfect capper. No tabloids allowed. No explanations.<br />No sorrows. Just some quiet time away from it all. Our<br />own little redo of the evening. Are you open?<br /><br />She smiles at him, for the first time.<br /><br />CASEY<br />Sounds lovely.<br /><br />ADAM<br />Brilliant. Now I’ve never snuck out on a Hollywood<br />party, before, but I doubt it’s difficult. So...shall we<br />put it to the test?<br /><br />He dumps his empty tub in the trash. Casey finally does the same. They exit.<br /><br />FADE OUT.</div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Jamthe..." height="1" width="1" alt=""/>