92 Days before- Scene 15

Mark: David is certain trust me *Pause* I can assure you *Long pause* Peter please, Andrew is a good actor, he just needs a break like the break you gave me. *Pause* Peter you get me as well that’s got to account for something. If it all goes wrong, you can tell the press it was all my fault.

The doorbell rings. Mark turns around in his chair.

Mark: Listen Peter someone is here, me and David will come see you tomorrow, see what you think of the start to this script. See ya tomorrow, goodbye.

Mark puts the phone down as the doorbell rings again. He stands up and walks towards the door. Opening it to reveal Elizabeth.

Mark: Liz, what are you doing here?

Elizabeth looks nervous.
Elizabeth: I was just in the area.

Mark: Come in.

Elizabeth walks in, Mark shuts the door and they both walk into the kitchen.

Mark: You were in the area?

Elizabeth runs a hand through her hair.

Elizabeth: I don’t ever really do this, I mean I’m not usually a desperate person.

Mark: I wonder what would give the impression that you were?

Elizabeth: it’s just I had a great time last night and this morning and then that Andrew thing happened and I knew that annoyed you. I tried to apologise and who I’m guessing is your sister said you would phone me back later but when you didn’t, I don’t know. I just thought last night worked and I wanted it to be more than one night.

Mark: So you walked all the way to my door?

Elizabeth: You should use it in a novel.

Mark: That’s too cheesy. That’s only made for television.

Elizabeth smiles.
Elizabeth: So are we all good.

Mark: We are good. Would you like a drink? I just opened a bottle.Elizabeth nods.

Elizabeth: Please.

Mark walks into the kitchen.

Mark: You can leave your coat anywhere.

Elizabeth removes her coat. Mark returns and gives her a glass of wine. They both sit on the sofa.

Mark: Do you want a better exclusive than Andrew Johnson getting into a fight?

Elizabeth: What have you got?

Mark: What do I get in return?

Elizabeth: The thanks of a grateful journalist.

Mark: Me and David Andrews.

Elizabeth: The director?

Mark: yeah. That script I showed you, I was writing it for him. We’ve got some backing and we are going to adapt my novel.

Elizabeth looks shocked.

Elizabeth: you are going into screen writing full time?

Mark: Cancelled my press tour and everything.

Elizabeth: This is incredible, I can’t wait to report on it.

Mark thinks for a second.

Mark: Do something better.

Elizabeth: Sorry?

Mark: Help shape it.

Elizabeth: You mean?

Mark: Come manage our press.

Elizabeth: I haven’t done press for shows since my uni days, now I only ever report on them.

Mark: Then you know what’s coming, what people are going to say. You have contacts, you can get us into the papers. It’s perfect actually.

Elizabeth: I like my job.

Mark: Don’t just comment on the world. Shape it.

Elizabeth: And what will I get in return?

Mark: The thanks of a grateful author.

Elizabeth creeps closer to him

Mark: And you know a salary and other benefits.

They both become face to face.

Elizabeth: Not good enough

Mark and Elizabeth kiss.