INT. HARLEM APARTMENT - NIGHT

               Lawrence walks in with a borrowed digital camera in one
               hand and a box of chicken in the other.

                                   LAWRENCE
                         Tonight I will photograph
                         everything I own for E-Bay.

               INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

               Lawrence eats and checks his email.  One from Hilary.  The
               chicken is bad, the email is good.

                                   LAWRENCE
                         It's been a few days.  I can
                         check again.  Like a reward for
                         not checking for a few days.

               Lawrence pulls up Dawn's web site.  Two new poems.

               He reads them looking for traces of himself.  Comes up
               empty.

               Lawrence pulls up Cross's yahoo email inbox.  

               1 message waiting.

               The chicken turns in Lawrence's stomach.

               Click.

               It's from Dawn.  It reads...

               "Subject: For you and you.

               I wrote a letter to sarah and then I really really wrote
               and I found you in the hay, two of you. That's exactly
               where you were.  Out & out.

               dawn"

               Lawrence runs to the bathroom.  Sounds of puking can be
               heard as dawn's letter blinks away on screen.

               After some rinsing, he returns.

                                   LAWRENCE
                         What the fuck am I going to do
                         now.  Fucking vague woman!  She's
                         torturing me.  She must know. 
                         She must know and she's using
                         this to draw me out or kick me
                         while I'm down because she knows
                         I check.  She must know I check
                         daily.  This is why she keeps
                         that website.  It's a weapon. 
                         She's very smart. 
                         She's not so wide open to assault
                         after all.  She hides in the
                         merlons of her vagaries and fires
                         back arrows through the crenels
                         of time and those spaces she sees
                         in my fiction.  I need to take
                         these pictures.  I can't deal
                         with her right now.  I want so
                         much to deal with her right now
                         but I can't

                                   ERICA (V.O.)
                         Everything always happens at
                         once.

                                   LAWRENCE
                         Hilary.  You answered most of the
                         burning question well when I
                         asked what you would think if I
                         were that black man.  But now I
                         pose the real question.  If I
                         were that black man.  After you
                         were finished laughing at
                         yourself and having a time. 
                         Would you continue this
                         relationship with me.  Would you
                         even be able to?  I'll write you
                         a real one when I'm done with
                         eBay.  Please help me.

               Lawrence turns to the camera, breaking the forth wall.  He
               writes on the lens, in reverse mirror.

                         "www.her-website-address-withheld.com"

                                   LAWRENCE
                         Treat us like animals in the
                         wild.  Observe our mating habits
                         but do not interfere.

               Lawrence closes his web browser.  He runs out to the living
               room, camera in hand, to photograph his entire life.

                                                       FADE TO BLACK: