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Dinner, Sex and a Movie(12)





Emma:

Holy shit.



More silence as they hold each other.



Emma (after a bit):

Why aren’t you getting dressed?



Jake gets off the far side of the bed; Emma grasps at him but misses. Jake pulls his underwear back on.



Emma (sitting up):

I didn’t mean it that way. I meant it was a nice surprise. And I ruined it by thinking out loud.



He pauses.



Emma (resigned):

It’s OK, you are already up. You can go.



Jake walks to the dresser and pulls his jeans on. He reaches in a pocket and holds up the chain with the key on it. He hands it to Emma. Emma takes it, but doesn’t say anything. She looks at him a minute, then abruptly holds the key out for him to take back. He looks confused.



Emma:

You keep it safe for now. We’ll use it another night.



Jake stands there still looking at her.



Emma (explaining):

It’s too late for us to go in there tonight without getting arrested. That’s another one of those bar association no-nos. We’ll go from your place later this week.



Jake gives her an approving, laid back smile then hangs the chain back around his neck. He starts to pull his shirt on.



Emma:

You know, you could just stay here tonight.



Jake looks at her with surprise.



Emma:

We could have another go.



He returns to the bed.



Emma:

Maybe this time I’ll even shut –



Jake cuts her off with a kiss.



End of Act Three.





Interlude





Waiting room, inbound platform, Villanova Train Station. Wednesday, 6:30 AM.



Sounds of pouring rain.



Emma is standing in one corner wearing a trench coat over her best business suit.



She looks mildly unhappy.



A young man wearing a hoodie walks in, holding two cups of coffee in a carrier. He is drenched. He walks over to Emma, and pulls his hood down. It is Jake.



Jake:

Hi.



Emma (smiling affectionately):

Oh my God. You look like a drowned rat.



Jake:

It suits me. You look great.



Emma:

That’s seriously debatable. What are you doing here?



Jake (handing her a cup):

Here.



Emma:

What’s this?



Jake:

Garrett Hill’s finest. Drink it.



She sips.



Emma:

Pumpkin. Thanks.



Jake:

Sure.



Emma:

What are you doing here?



Jake:

I wanted to see you.



Emma (guarded):

Why?



Jake looks at her intently.



Jake (with emphasis):

I wanted to see you. You said you were gonna take the train in from here today. So I showed.



Emma:

You just left my place like seven hours ago.



Jake:

Call it withdrawal. Or whatever you want. I came to say hi.



Emma (girlish):

Hi.



Jake:

Hi.



Emma:

Jerk. You know, I think I need this right now. I got the jitters real bad.



Jake:

You? The fabled Bitch of Bryn Mawr Academy for Boys?



Emma:

This trial is gonna be a nightmare. Judge Barnes hates me.



Jake:

Why?



Emma:

He said my skirt was too short the first time I was in his courtroom.



Jake:

Overruled.



Emma:

He’s the one who says that.



Jake:

Not when it comes to your legs. They should be seen.



Emma:

Not according to him. He’s like 86.



Jake:

Wear pants then.



Emma:

Women aren’t allowed to wear pants in his courtroom. He’s 86.



Jake:

Like I said at the outset, you look great.



Emma:

At least he won’t be able to see my knees knocking.



Jake:

You aren’t scared.



Emma:

I’m gonna lose, and it won’t be my fault. I have the better case.



Jake:

You’ll kick his ass.



Emma:

I’m not allowed to kick his ass. It’s his court.



Jake:

Then appeal. Or whatever it is you’re supposed to do.



Emma:

I don’t do appellate work. I want to win myself. Now.



Jake:

OK, do that then.



Emma (laughs):

You have no idea what you are talking about.



Jake:

Maybe not. But I have faith in you. I know that much.



Emma:

But you don’t even really know me.



Jake:

I’ve known you long enough.



Emma:

You’ve known me for 72 hours.



Jake:

36 of which we’ve spent together. Tomorrow we’ll be at the 96-hour mark.



Emma:

You’ll get that much, anyway. You get points for this little romantic stunt, especially considering you got into my panties on night one.



Jake:

And night two. You’re barely back in them in time for Judge Barnes.



Emma:

Yeah, well I wasn’t in any rush to kick you out. An unexpected fling with a hot, young, drifter, rock star isn’t the worst thing that’s happened to me.



Jake:

Good. I was thinking you could get off the train at Rosemont on the way home. Stay the night at my place.