Through the POV of TWO SMALL CIRCULAR VIEWFINDERS we see the glittering Manhattan skyline. Stationary only for a moment, then swiveling slowly, left to right.
Elle presses her face against a TOURIST TELESCOPE on the edge of the brick pathway overlooking the Hudson River.
Mike approaches, stumbling a bit. Elle hears him, but swivels the telescope in the opposite direction.
He takes the other telescope only a few feet away, swivels it to face Elle. And through these two telescopes, they talk.
So. Is there still a Sky?
Elle pulls the telescope up to the sky.
Looks like it’s still there.
Is there still a person named Sky?
It’s not exactly at the top of the
list of baby names, but I’m sure
there’s a few out there.
Mike straightens, peering at Elle over the top of the telescope.
How many questions is this going to
It’s 3 a.m.
Elle fully swivels the telescope to face Mike.
Too late for questions.
Mike hops off the telescope stand, stumbles to the BENCH across the way.
When I have kids--
If I have kids, I’m going to name
them Sky, Moon, and Sun.
Why not Earth, Wind, and Fire?
I think those might be copyrighted.
Elle straightens, removing her eyes from the telescope.
I heard about your parents.
Your mom’s got a big mouth.
You know how Catholics are. They
live for death.
Of course. The more rosaries they
have to say, the better.
Elle jumps off the telescope stand. Graceful, even after a night of drinking.
How’d they pass?
It’s 3 a.m. Too late for questions.
A beat, as they gauge one another. It’s too quiet. Nothing but the waves rippling softly.
I never thought I would be an
That’s not really something you
But we probably should. Save us the
Elle turns to the railing, raising her heels to get a better look of the city that sits so plainly in front of her.
You miss it?
Elle shrugs as she reaches into her purse, digs around.
Of course you don’t. Why else can’t
we keep you out of Jersey for eight
You know what happens when I come
back to Jersey.
(lighting a cigarette)
I quit smoking and start believing
Mike laughs, nodding to the cigarette as Elle takes a seat beside him.
And that’s why I like you.
Because I’m a hypocrite.
Because unlike everything else, you
It’s too much — Elle needs to look away.
So much for the city that never
I haven’t been able to sleep in a
long, long time.
Yeah. Me neither.
Mike lightly rests his head on Elle’s shoulder. They watch the gentle waves of the Hudson.
In the growing shadows of the day, they look ten years older than what they truly are. He has dark circles under his eyes and acquired a mid-section predestined for middleage men. She is thinner than he remembered, her hair hanging limply from her crown to just below her sharp shoulders, fraying at the ends. If he looked closely enough, he thought he could see her natural hair color peeking through.