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INSERT: Still photograph of THE PUMA. A swarthy Italian posing in

front of a Vespa moped in tight Gucci pants, his boner clearly
trying to escape.
TOM
The Puma?
SUMMER
Yeah, cause, you know--
Tom has no idea. And he doesn’t want to know.
TOM
And that’s it?
SUMMER
The ones that lasted.
TOM
What happened? Why didn’t they work out?
SUMMER
Nothing happened really. It’s what always happens. Life.
On TOM. Silent for a few beats. Did he want to hear that?
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EXT. STREET - DAY
Tom, unshaven, un-showered, walks by himself. He turns a corner
and sees Summer walking towards him. As she gets closer he sees
it’s not her after all and breathes a sigh of relief.
INT. BEDROOM - LATER
Tom watches TV. An advertisement for toothpaste comes on. Tom
could swear the actress was Summer.
INT. TROLLEY - DAY
A trolley going the other direction passes by. EVERY PASSENGER ON
IT IS SUMMER. Tom is a fucking mess.
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EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT
Tom and an attractive girl we haven’t seen before walk towards an
outdoor cafe. Her name is ALLISON. It’s clear right away that Tom
can’t wait for this night to end already.
ALISON
So how long have you known Paul and Robyn?
TOM
Since grade school.
ALISON
No way, really? That’s crazy.
TOM
Yeah.
ALISON
Well I’m glad you called. They spoke very highly of you.
TOM
Great.
INT. RESTAURANT - LATER
Tom and Alison eat. In silence.
ALISON
So-- uh-- how’s it going?
TOM
Ok.
Beat.
ALISON
You’ve been pretty quiet.
TOM
Sorry.
ALISON
I’m pretty quiet too. Usually. It’s nice sometimes to be
comfortable enough that you can just sit and eat and not have to
say anything, you know?
TOM
Uh-huh.
More silence.
ALISON
Do you want to try some --
TOM
No thanks.
Alison looks at her food. Tom realizes he’s been difficult,
starts to feel kinda bad.
TOM
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