Camera fades in. Mark is sat at his desk typing away, it is still dark outside, and he is illuminated by a lamp on his desk. The light turns on and Elizabeth comes into frame wearing a robe.
Elizabeth: You are up early.
Mark doesn’t stop working.
Mark: I couldn’t sleep.
Elizabeth: Can you ever.
Mark: Not once my mind starts working.
Elizabeth walks over and kisses Mark on the neck.
Elizabeth: There I was thinking I was all that was on your mind.
Mark smiles and gently squeezes Elizabeth’s hand.
Elizabeth: Can I make myself a coffee?
Mark shoots up.
Mark: I will do it.
He walks into the kitchen, Elizabeth follows him.
Elizabeth: What are you working on?
Mark: A problem to do with power.
Mark begins making the coffee.
Elizabeth: Power?
Mark: Is it human nature to try and grasp things above our station, or is just simple animal need, like an ape trying to reach the tallest branch or the bird after the fattest worm. We who strive for perfection and strive to better ones self, do it often under the name of Gods or idols, like it is something above ones natural nature, that humanity itself at its heart is selfish or Lazy but I believe that it is not God like to strive for goodness or power, for a God is born with those things. They do not look towards the heavens and see the untamed beauty of the stars or seek to find a cure to the worst of ailments. The capacity to do good is stored within all of us, put there by Gods wisdom, for only in our ability to do good and reach for something greater than how we started, is our creation proved beautiful.
Mark runs a hand through his hair.
Mark: Or something like that.
Elizabeth: Your Catholic aren’t you?
Mark walks over and hands her a mug of coffee.
Mark: yeah, I’m going to have to go to confession over what we did last night.
Elizabeth blushes
Elizabeth: Or you could marry me?
Mark smiles coyly. Elizabeth’s phone rings. She puts down the coffee and answers it.
Elizabeth: yeah *pause* Really, you’re joking? *Pause* I will start work on an online editorial at once.
Elizabeth hangs up and begins hastily writing on her phone.
Mark: What is it?
Elizabeth: Andrew Johnson, the actor you were on with last night, was arrested for fighting.
Mark: And you’re going to write about it?
Elizabeth: Of course I am, there is nothing our readers love more than an icon whose life’s going down the drain.
Mark: Did you hear yourself just then? The guy can’t get an acting job because people like you drag his name through the mud all the time.
Elizabeth: Then he shouldn’t keep getting himself into trouble.
Mark: I’m begging you. Please don’t write about it?
Elizabeth: You don’t even know him.
Mark nods
Mark: I’ve got to go.
Elizabeth: What? Mark it’s my job, don’t be shitty with me.
Mark walks up to her and gives her a quick kiss.
Mark: I want to help Andrew, do your job if you have to but I don’t want you to write it. The door locks by itself so let yourself out when you’re ready and I will talk to you tonight.
Mark grabs his laptop and rucksack before storming out of the door. Elizabeth looks down and starts typing away again.
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