FADE IN:

               INT. ELEVATOR HALLWAY - DAY

               Lawrence stares at the door to the Granada America offices.

                                   LAWRENCE
                         One, two, three.

                                   LAWRENCE (V.O)
                         Go.  Go to work.

                                   LAWRENCE
                         I don't wanna go to work.  One,
                         two, three.

                                   LAWRENCE (V.O.)
                         Then quit.  I don't have time for
                         your pussy counting.

               INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY

               LAWRENCE sits at his desk across from the door in a cramped
               conference room.  The walls are pee green.  And like
               everywhere else, he has no window to the outside world.

               AMY (32), heavy-set, a terrible look on her face, sits to his
               left.

               WENDY (30's) J.A.P.y and loud, sits to his right

               and AMBER (20's) oblivious, like a deer in the road, sits
               across the room.

                                   LAWRENCE
                         Fine.  I'm here.  I'm typing
                         another script again.  This one's
                         not going to be recieved as well. 
                         I'm doing it in defiance of how
                         much you liked my last one.  And
                         it's all I can do to get through
                         the day.

                                   LAWRENCE (V.O.)
                         Where's Hilary?

                                   LAWRENCE
                         I donno.  Sleeping maybe.  I don't
                         need to bring her here.  I wouldn't
                         subject her to this shit.

                                   LAWRENCE (V.O.)
                         That email she wrote last night was
                         pretty cool.  Made you feel good.

                                   LAWRENCE
                         Yeah.  Maybe I'll read it again.

                                   AMY
                         Who are you talking to?

                                   LAWRENCE
                         Nobody.  Just mumbling.

               INT. OFFICE SPACE - DAY

               Lawrence sits on the floor.  Desks all around him are set up
               with TV's and VCR's for logging tapes.  Several LOGGERS in
               headphones, about his age, type as they start and stop the
               playback.

               A XEROX COPIER sits in the corner.

                                   LAWRENCE
                         People don't want to get me.  It's
                         not a question of who's got the
                         better idea about life or who's
                         breaking down the lies and all that
                         mind-control mumbo jumbo.  These
                         people want their money.  They want
                         their big cars and their mortgages. 
                         And they'll kill me if I tell them
                         I have a better way.  They've
                         killed better men than me.

               Silence.

                                   LAWRENCE
                         I've even been abandoned by my own
                         Voice-Over.

               AMY waddles out of the conference room.  She starts making
               copies.

                                   AMY
                         Lar, get off the floor, Jon will
                         see you.

                                   LAWRENCE
                         No he won't it's Rash-Hashana. 
                         He's gone.

                                   AMY
                         Well then someone else will see
                         you.  Get up!

                                   LAWRENCE
                         Why?  What the hell do you care who
                         sees me?  You hate accounting!  You
                         want to go back to school anyway. 
                         Why in the hell are you trying to
                         impress anyone?

                                   AMY
                         I'm not trying to impress anyone. 
                         But sitting on the floor.  You look
                         like a homeless person.  Get up.

                                   LAWRENCE
                         You've never even looked at a
                         homeless person.  I've seen you
                         avert your eyes and step over them. 
                         They are on the outside of your
                         world-view.  Don't tell me what I
                         look like.  I know what I look
                         like.

                                   AMY
                         Jesus christ, Larry!

               Amy huffs away.

               The COPIER buzzes and blinks to life.

                                   COPIER
                         Hey.  Psst.  Hey Turkey, it's me!

                                   LAWRENCE
                         Hil?

                                   COPIER
                         I snuck in.  I'm the copy machine. 
                         Check it.

               The Copier shoots out a page.  Lawrence catches it.  A xerox
               of someone's butt cheeks.

                                   LAWRENCE
                             (smiles)
                         Thanks.  I'll treasure it forever.

                                   COPIER
                         That stuff she just ran through me. 
                         That's really boring stuff.

                                   LAWRENCE
                         Yeah.  There's a lot more paperwork
                         to accounting than just petty cash
                         receipts.

                                   COPIER
                         Help me outta here.

               INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY

               Lawrence and Hilary stand on the ceiling.  Above (but also
               below) the three people working.

                                   AMY
                         No one's going to be there for
                         another two hours in L.A. anyway. 
                         God damnit, why couldn't they just
                         seperate the fringes?  What a
                         nightmare!

                                   WENDY
                         Why the hell are there fruit-flies
                         around my desk?

                                   AMBER
                         I can't figure out how to do if
                         then statements in Excel.  Does
                         anyone know Excel?

                                   LAWRENCE
                         These are actual things I'm just
                         over-hearing as I type this. 
                         They're not talking to anyone. 
                         They're just taking their
                         frustration out on the details. 
                         They don't want to admit that this
                         isn't what they wanted to do with
                         their lives.

               Hilary raises her hand.  Waves it around.

                                   AMY
                         Oh, I'll admit it.

                                   LAWRENCE
                         So why don't you quit?

                                   WENDY
                         Same reason you don't.  Same reason
                         no one ever quits.  We're afraid of
                         being broke.

               Hilary holds her elbow up with her other hand.  Arm getting
               tired.

                                   LAWRENCE
                         Right.  And even though I realize
                         that, I still won't quit.

                                   HILARY
                         Hey!

                                   LAWRENCE
                         Yes, Hilary.

                                   HILARY
                         Can I chime in?  We're standing on
                         the damn ceiling.  You, do you see
                         what you're saying there?  These
                         other people.  Your coworkers. 
                         They're steeped in the meaningless
                         bullshit of everyday life.  But
                         we're seperate from them.  We're
                         moving through the everyday too but
                         we're above it.  You're telling
                         yourself to not worry about them. 
                         You're using my character to remind
                         yourself to play.  Just sit on this
                         ceiling and this page and play with
                         me for a while.

                                   LAWRENCE
                         I want to.  I have to go back down
                         there.  I'm going to have some work
                         to do soon.

                                   HILARY
                         I can't do anything to help you
                         feel better about this job.  I'm
                         here but I'm barely even noticable
                         above all of this negativity.  And
                         I'm sure the rules of this world
                         are that I can't talk to your
                         coworkers.

                                   LAWRENCE
                         Yeah, that wouldn't really be fair. 
                         I should say or do whatever it is
                         should be said or done.

                                   HILARY
                         Should we bring Dawn or Dave back? 
                         You seemed happier when they were
                         here.

                                   LAWRENCE
                         No.  I wrote that in the middle of
                         one of Amy's fits.  I wasn't happy
                         then.  I was just trying harder to
                         escape the reality that I've built
                         for myself.

                                   HILARY
                         Then please quit.  You have to
                         please quit.

                                   LAWRENCE
                         Is this how it's going to be now? 
                         Quit the job in Philly, quit the
                         job in  New York.  All these things
                         handed to me.  Am I just incapable
                         of working for a living anymore?

               The trio's volume gets turned up.

                                   WENDY
                             (on phone)
                         I'm just saying, I haven't been
                         able to look over the cost-report
                         so I don't know how helpful I'll be
                         in this meeting.

               Amy's phone rings.

                                   AMY
                         Jon is going to drive me crazy.  If
                         this is him, I'm gonna scream.

                                   WENDY (CONT'D)
                             (on phone)
                         Just, I had computer issues
                         yesterday and Jasmine's out today. 
                         So I'm a little behind.

                                   AMY (CONT'D)
                         Hi Jon.  No, she says she sent it. 
                         I don't know.  I'm just buried
                         today.

                                   WENDY (CONT'D)
                         God.  This freakin' Mac.

               EXT. ROOFTOP, WEST VILLAGE - DAY

               Hilary and Lawrence sit outside.  It's gray and breezy.

                                   LAWRENCE
                         I'm sorry if I caused any tension
                         between you and Dave.

                                   HILARY
                         You--

                                   LAWRENCE
                         This isn't the first time I've been
                         accused of having an affair of the
                         mind.  There was this girl in high
                         school, my senior year, Heather. 
                         We connected in journalism class. 
                         We were both dating other people
                         but her boyfriend was long
                         distance.  He got jealous, I donno. 
                         She ended up marrying her guy.  I
                         wasn't invited to the wedding.  I
                         haven't been invited to three
                         weddings so far.  I think they live
                         in California now.  I was dating
                         Julie at the time.  I think she
                         lives in D-C now.

                                   HILARY
                         I--

                                   LAWRENCE
                         All of this.  This big dramatic
                         show of writing talent.  It's all
                         pretty useless.  It's just a ball I
                         can balance on my nose.  I saw a
                         girl on the subway this morning. 
                         She was beautiful, but
                         something...I didn't realize she
                         was beautiful at first.  I don't
                         have that knee jerk reaction to
                         people anymore.  I didn't say
                         anything to her.  I looked at her
                         feet in sandles and she got
                         embarrassed, started looking at her
                         feet too, moving her toes around,
                         uncomfortable.
                             (beat)
                         Maybe I should dramatize both of
                         those speeches in a scene.  Maybe
                         it's better if you see it.

               INT. PARKED SEDAN, APARTMENT COMPLEX IN THE SUBURBS - DAY

               HEATHER (18), a mother's dream and LARRY (18) 90's grudge
               hair, a jewish mother's nightmare in flannel, sit in the
               front seat.  

               The heater warms them.  Outside there is frost on the trees.

                                   HEATHER
                         I feel like I just want to be
                         kissed.  Like I would kiss anyone
                         right now.  You know?

                                   LARRY
                         I gotta go.

               Larry opens the car window.  Jumps out of the car.  Steps
               into...

               INT. SUBWAY CAR - DAY

               LAWRENCE (6 years older) sits next to a BLONDE GIRL (20's). 
               It's too crowded.  There is nowhere to look but down.

               Lawrence stares at her feet.

               EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY

                                   LAWRENCE
                         Aw fuck that!  I'm not subjecting
                         you to my lonin--

               Hilary slugs Lawrence in the nose.

                                   HILARY
                         Sorry.
                             (embarrassed)
                         I felt mute.

                                   LAWRENCE
                         Yeah.  I'm sorry, I'm doing a lot
                         of complaining today.

                                   HILARY
                         If I could quit for you I would.

                                   LAWRENCE
                         So would I.

                                                       FADE TO BLACK:

               Hilary pulls the blackness back across the screen.

                                                       WIPE IN:

                                   HILARY
                         No, not yet!  We have to solve
                         this.

                                                       FADE TO BLACK:

                                   HILARY (O.C)
                         God damnit, Lawrence.  I became a
                         Copier for you!