LIMITS OF DISTURBANCE (c)
By Alan Abrams
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

EXT. A NEW HOME CONSTRUCTION SITE - DAY

TERRY pulls a stack of 2x4's off a truck and balances them on his shoulder. He walks to some saw horses and flips them off his shoulder onto the horses, landing in a neat stack with a THWACK.

TERRY goes back and loads his shoulder again with more 2x's.
THE OLD MAN and the ARCHITECT arrive and approach TERRY.

THE OLD MAN

Terry.

TERRY does not notice because he has buds in his ears.

THE OLD MAN

Wolfe!

TERRY is startled and swings around--the 2x's arcing toward THE ARCHITECT's head--who awkwardly DUCKS--dropping the plans he was carrying.

THE OLD MAN

Jeezusfuckingchrist!

TERRY

Sorry! I didn't hear...

THE OLD MAN

Take those frikkin' earphones outta your ears!

TERRY

Yessir, sorry about...

THE OLD MAN

Never mind...Ms Woods here yet?

TERRY

No, sir, I haven't seen her around today. Are you expecting...

THE OLD MAN

(to THE ARCHITECT)

Good, we beat her. I don't like that woman snooping around here...she's nothing but trouble...

(to TERRY)

You watch it with her. You don't talk to her unless she asks you a question--and if she does, make sure you don't tell her anything. You got that?

TERRY

Gee, boss, we get along pretty good, she comes by almost every afternoon...

THE OLD MAN

I'm tellin' you, Terry, you watch it with that woman.

(to THE ARCHITECT)

Come on, Martin, let's take a look inside.

INT. A new home construction site - day

The house is still in rough-in stage. Workers bustle and clatter. THE OLD MAN and THE ARCHITECT walk around inside, and walk upstairs.

THE ARCHITECT pauses at the top of the stairs and unrolls the plans.

THE ARCHITECT

Something's not right. The master bathroom should be right here.

THE OLD MAN

Lemme see those plans.

They study the plan and look around. A huge PLUMBER tromps by, carrying a toilet bowl by the rim in one hand, and a toilet tank in the other.

THE OLD MAN

Hey! What is going on here...where's the bathroom?

PLUMBER

(gestures with his head)

We moved it ovah' yonder.

THE OLD MAN

What the fuck...

PLUMBER

I jus' done what I's told, man. Talk to Terry.

THE OLD MAN

Terry? He told you to move the bathroom?

Other workers gather around.

PLUMBER

Tha's what I said, man. Talk to Terry...I gotta load up and get outta here.

THE OLD MAN

Someone get Terry, NOW!

The workers scatter. Shouts go up...

PLUMBER

YO! Wolfman!

CARPENTER

Ese! Lobo! El jefe te quiere!

EXT. A NEW HOME CONSTRUCTION SITE - DAY

TERRY is using a skilsaw and cannot hear. The CARPENTER walks up to him; TERRY looks up.

TERRY

Orale, Orsi.

CARPENTER

(jerks his thumb toward the house)

Ese, Lobo, el jefe quiere verte, y hola, ¿está cabreado?

TERRY

Ajora?

CARPENTER

Si, cholo, ajora.

TERRY puts down his saw and goes in the house.

INT. A NEW HOME CONSTRUCTION SITE - DAY

Workers look on and follow as TERRY walks up the stairs.

THE OLD MAN

Wolfe, what the hell is going on here? Did you change the layout?

TERRY

Boss, we had to move the bathroom--if we framed it like the plan, there wouldn't be enough headroom for the stairs.

THE ARCHITECT

That's impossible! We don't make bush league mistakes like that.

CARPENTER

Ees true, man! You woulda bonk you head right here.

(gestures at his forehead)

THE ARCHITECT

Ridiculous. I checked these plans myself. Jack, do you have a tape?

TERRY whips his tape measure from his pouch and hands it to THE ARCHITECT, who glares back at him. THE ARCHITECT then wanders off, measuring various conditions.

TERRY

Boss, there was no way this was going to work.

THE OLD MAN

(Seething)

Then why in the fuck didn't you tell me?

TERRY

It was two weeks ago when I figured it out--you were at that golf tournament in Myrtle Beach.

THE ARCHITECT returns and looks down the stairs. Then he slaps his forehead.

THE ARCHITECT

Jack, I'm afraid your man is right--when Robin had us widen the opening to the living room, we moved the stairs back two feet. It didn't occur to me to adjust the second floor plan.

THE OLD MAN

Christonnafuckingcrutch! I told you she was bad news...

ROBIN

(from down below)

Hel-lo! Anybody home?

THE OLD MAN

(Aside)

Shit!

THE OLD MAN

We're upstairs, Ms Woods.

ROBIN ascends the stairs. Wearing high heels and tight designer jeans, she gracefully steps across extension cords and debris.

ROBIN

Hi everyone. Sorry I'm late. Hi Martin, hi Jack.

ROBIN shakes hands with THE OLD MAN and THE ARCHITECT. Then she notices TERRY, and goes over to him.

ROBIN

(cheerily)

Oh, Terry--I didn't know you were going to be here, too.

ROBIN air kisses TERRY, who blushes.

TERRY

Hi, Robin.

THE OLD MAN

Ms Woods, we just noticed a little problem with the layout. But don't worry, we'll make it right.

ROBIN

Oh! You mean the bathroom.

(she giggles)

THE OLD MAN

Really, it's no problem, we'll move it back where it's supposed to go...

ROBIN

No, I looove it, just the way it is! Terry came up with the idea...it was...just...brilliant! It's where I wanted it in the first place, with that window looking out at the garden. Please don't change a thing!

THE OLD MAN

Jeezusfu...Martin, what will it take to get a revision? We can't get a close-in inspection until we get the plans revised.

THE ARCHITECT

I'll get right on it, but it will still take a couple of days to draft up the changes, and there's no telling how long before the county signs off...

THE OLD MAN

At least another week shot to hell...

TERRY

Boss, it's not a problem. I went over it with the inspector, and he signed off this morning. We're good to go.

TERRY pulls the green sticker from his back pocket and hands it to THE OLD MAN. THE OLD MAN snatches it from TERRY, looks at it, scowls, and gives it back.

THE OLD MAN

(still royally pissed)

Post this and order the drywall.

TERRY

It's already on the road. Should be delivered this afternoon. Carlos and his guys will be here tomorrow to start hanging.

THE OLD MAN glares at TERRY.

THE OLD MAN

(to the PLUMBER)

What's this going to cost me, moving all this piping?

PLUMBER

Mr Jack, I jus' tied on to the stack from the hall bath...movin' that bathroom saved you six hundred bucks...uh...sorry, Ma'am...guess it saved you the money, right, Ms Woods...

THE OLD MAN

Uh, yes, that's right. We'll make sure you get a credit, Ms Woods.

(to TERRY)

Terry, I don't like how this was handled, not one bit, but I reckon you made the right call. But we still need to talk...Wednesday afternoon, when you bring in the time cards...

TERRY

No problem.

TERRY heads back down, and the other workers return to their activity.

THE OLD MAN

Ms Woods, how about we take a look at your new bathroom...

FADE

INT. A CO-OP GROCERY STORE

Terry, dressed in work clothes, is looking for some ready-to-eat lunch. Nearby, a woman is stocking shelves.

LISA

Can I help you find something?

TERRY

Oh, no thanks, just looking for something quick, you know, for lunch. Sometimes I get that beef and cheese burrito, but I don't see it here...

LISA

Omigosh--those are horrible! They have like, 800 milligrams of sodium, and beef...well, you know, is like the worst!

TERRY

Uh, well, um...

LISA

Did you know it takes seven times more protein to bring a beef to market than that poor cow yields?

TERRY

Gee, I guess...

LISA

And the conditions those cows have to endure! If you knew what it's like in a stockyard...Oh...here's something your should try.

TERRY

(reading the label)

Tempeh Burgerette...

LISA

It's much better than the processed tofu. People see tofu on the label, and assume it's healthy, but they're putting so many additives into it these days...Omigosh...I'm sorry, I'm yakking your ear off.

TERRY

Oh, no, thanks a ton. I'll give it a try...

TERRY looks at the package quizzically. LISA resumes stocking. TERRY looks back up.

...You must like working here, I mean, being into food and all that.

LISA

I don't really work here-not for pay, anyway. It's like this-if you put in 4 hours a month, you get a 20% discount on groceries. It works out pretty good.

TERRY

Soooo, what do you do the rest of the time?

LISA

Well, sometimes I teach a yoga class at the Y. Mostly, I do massage therapy-I have my own practice. But it's been awfully slow lately...

TERRY

Yeah, I can imagine. Times are tough.

LISA stands and faces TERRY.

LISA

You know, what I love most of all is drumming.

TERRY

Wow, do you, like, play in a band?

LISA

Gosh no...well, sort of...there's a group of us that gets together at the little park on Jefferson Street...it's pretty informal, but some of us are regulars. In fact, we're meeting tonight. You should stop by.

TERRY

Gee, I don't know...

LISA

Oh, come on! I'll bring an extra drum...you'll enjoy it. Here's my card...give me a call...or just stop by.

TERRY

(reading from the card)

OK..."Lisa"...maybe I'll check it out. Thanks a lot. Oh, and thanks for the advice on lunch.

LISA

No problem...

TERRY

Terry. Terry Wolfe.

TERRY holds out his hand and SMILES. LISA takes his hand with both of hers and bows slightly.

LISA

Terry. Nice to meet you, Terry.

(DRUMS)

FADE

EXT. A Community coop store - day

(DRUMS continue)

TERRY opens a paper bag and takes out the temper sandwich. He examines the wrapper again...

(DRUMS rise to climax)

...and lobs it into a trash can.

CUT

INT. TERRY'S APARTMENT - EVENING

TERRY is slumped on his couch, stocking feet on a wooden cable spool that serves as a coffee table. From the TV, we hear, "Don't die, Blondie, I'll get you water. Stay there. Don't move, I'll get you water. Don't die until later..." He examines LISA's card, and flips it onto the table. Then, he leans forward and starts to put on his shoes.

FADE

EXT. THE PARK ON JEFFERSON STREET - NIGHT

DRUMMING is heard in the distance. TERRY is walking down the street. He approaches a group of drummers under and around a festive gazebo in the park.

He sees LISA near the center of the group. She is playing frenetically, trading savage riffs with the TALL DRUMMER--a striking looking older man. They smile and say inaudible things to each other; the other drummers look on and follow them.

TERRY pauses at the fringe and watches. The rhythm grows even more intense. He begins to move closer. LISA, transfixed on the TALL DRUMMER, does not notice him.

Then, TERRY turns and walks away. LISA finally notices him and gestures and calls out, but TERRY does not hear. LISA continues to drum.

TERRY walks back slowly, with his head down.

FADE

EXT. SAVANNAH CONTRACTING - DAY

(Adagio movement, Concerto for Harpsichord, Strings, and Continuo #3, JS Bach)

TERRY looks at his watch, then at the sign over the door. He looks troubled. Enters.

INT. SAVANNAH CONTRACTING - DAY

TERRY approaches THE OLD MAN's office. The door is open, and we see THE OLD MAN sitting at his desk, phone in hand.

TERRY taps on the door jamb, and THE OLD MAN gestures for him to sit. TERRY nods and sits down quietly.

THE OLD MAN

(into phone)

Lou, I'm tellin' ya, we gotta have those cabinets on Thursday...Waddya mean, next week?...Lou...Lou... listen to me, Lou, you're fucking me with a limber prick and you ain't even kissing me...OK...OK...NO!...OK, Thursday, right...OK, then...I appreciate it.

Slams down receiver.

THE OLD MAN

Phew...

TERRY

You wanted to see me?

THE OLD MAN

Hello, Terry, how's it going?

TERRY

OK, I guess. Is everything alright?

THE OLD MAN

Terry, looking back on last Friday, you done good. Real good. As a matter of fact, I was proud of you. And then yesterday, you're an hour and a half late. My fucking phone is ringing like church bells at a Moonie wedding. Where's Terry, where's Terry. We're outta this, I can't find that. You think I got time to run out to your job and play nursemaid?

TERRY

I'm sorry Boss, my battery died...

THE OLD MAN

(getting upset)

Shit happens, Terry. And it ain't like this is the first time...

TERRY

I know, Boss...but when I'm late, I always stay late and make up the time...sometimes I don't even put down the hours on my time sheet...

THE OLD MAN

(getting hotter)

God dammit, son, the rest of the entire world of construction commences at seven AM. Except for you. Dammit, boy, you get where I'm coming from?

TERRY

Yes, sir.

THE OLD MAN

(calming down)

Terry, we've got good, hardworking people out there, but they need guidance. Without guidance, they're like children on a playground. They need you, Terry...I need you.

TERRY, silent and still, looks intently into THE OLD MAN'S face.

THE OLD MAN

(very calmly)

Terry, tell me you hear what I'm saying.

TERRY

I hear you.

THE OLD MAN

OK then.

TERRY starts to RISE.

THE OLD MAN

Wait a minute.

TERRY sits back down

THE OLD MAN

Carlos called a little while ago. He says he's short 26 boards.

TERRY

26 boards? I couldn't be that far off...

THE OLD MAN

That's what he said, 26 boards. 26 twelve footers. I need you to run down to the yard and pick up 26 twelve footers and get it out to him, pronto.

TERRY

Boss, I can call the yard and have it delivered tomorrow...

THE OLD MAN

We need it now. Carlos said he'd wait out there to help you unload.

TERRY

But Boss, that's almost a ton of material...my shocks are shot, and my tires...

THE OLD MAN

God DAMMIT!

BANGS his fist on the desk so hard pencils jump on the floor.

I don't give a skinny rat's ass about your goddam truck. You screwed up the estimate, and you gotta make it right. You got that?

TERRY

(Rising)

Yes, sir.

THE OLD MAN

(calm again)

Son, you're wearing me out, you know that? You gotta decision to make, whether you want to keep this job or not. You with me? I hope you make the right decision.

(CONCERTO rises again--the saddest strains)

FADE

EXT. LUMBER YARD - DAY

(AVEN AVEN - Gypsy Kings)

A forklift loaded with drywall is approaching TERRY's truck.

FORKLIFT GUY

Is no good, man. Gonna break you fokking axel.

TERRY

Don't worry, just set'er down easy, nice and...EASY does it.

The FORKLIFT GUY sets the load in the truck, and gently pushes it forward. The rear of the truck sags ominously, and two feet of board still hangs past the open tailgate.

TERRY hunches down and peers under the bed of the truck

Suave! I've got daylight under the springs.

TERRY rocks the bed of the truck to prove it.

FORKLIFT GUY

Chiwow, Lobo. Usted es un hijo de puta loca.

TERRY

Aieee! Mi burro viejo puede manejar! See you later, Tito!

TERRY gets in the truck and drives off. The truck wallows in the ruts of the unpaved yard. He proceeds onto the main drag. A car swerves in front of him and he SLAMS on the brakes. Two rental DVD’s slide from the visor.
TERRY

TERRY

Dag! More late fees!

TERRY hangs a wicked U-turn, truck YAWING precipitously, and drives to the VIDEO STORE.

SCENE 7 Ext. THE VIDEO STORE - Day

He whips in front of the store and gets out, leaving the engine running. He starts to put the CD's in a slot in the door when he notices a woman inside waving to him. He peeks inside.

INT. THE VIDEO STORE - day

DONNA

Hey, dork, that slot is for after-hours.

TERRY

Sorry, Don, I'm on the run

DONNA

It's Donna to you, buster. And by the way, I've been holding that disc you asked me about for a week now.

TERRY

The Unforgiven?

DONNA

Unforgiven. No the. If you want it, you better take it now, or I need to put it back on the shelf.

TERRY

Don, I really have to scramble...

DONNA

Yaknow, this is a popular disc, and every time I tell someone it's not available, I lose another customer to Netflix. I'm fighting a losing battle here, dude...

TERRY

(glancing back to his truck)

Sorry, I don't mean to mess you up. I'll take it now.

DONNA bends at the waist to retrieve the disc from under the counter. As she leans, her top DROOPS, and TERRY cannot help glancing at her boobs. DONNA notices.

DONNA

Hey, creep, no drooling on my counter.

TERRY shoves his right fist under his shirt and bump-bumps over his heart.

TERRY

(smiling)

Ka-thump, ka-thump, ka-thump.

DONNA rolls her eyes and hands him the disc and a receipt. TERRY starts to sign the receipt and looks up at DONNA.

You wanna come over and watch it with me?

DONNA

No thanks, bub, seen it twice. And anyway, I thought you were getting back together with Cortney.

TERRY

I tried. I really tried. I think she did, too. But it hardly took anytime at all before we were fighting again, same old stupid shit. Stuff I don't even care about, until she presses the right button. Then, bam, I'm seeing red, and here we go again. It's like someone wrote a script for us...

DONNA

...and you don't have any choice but to play the roles. Yadyada.

TERRY

Dammit, Don, it's true, it's like we don't even have a choice. I had to get out of there.

DONNA

I never understood why you got hitched in the first place. You were the brainy one, the big SAT score. Didn't you have a scholarship for, what, archeology...some hot shot school down south?

TERRY

Architecture. Auburn. Anyway, that's water under the bridge.

DONNA

Jeez, Terry, it's not too late...

TERRY

Well, it's not in the cards for now, with my shitty salary, and child support on top of that.

DONNA

Oh, that's right, you have a kid. My god, Terry, he must what, two or three years old...

TERRY

(beaming)

Almost six, and she's a girl. Her name is Juniper. She's going into first grade next week...it flips me out. She's a real, complete little person, totally cool...and smart...smarter than me, I think.

TERRY pulls out his wallet and shows DONNA a photo.

DONNA

Oh, she's adorable! Juniper. Six years old...Terry, you were so young.

TERRY

I know, I know. Everyone wanted us to make it go away. But I was a knucklehead about it. My father wouldn't even speak to me for months. And I leaned way too hard on Cortney...maybe that's why she's still so angry with me.

DONNA admires the photo again and hands it back to TERRY

DONNA

Juniper. Sometimes I wish I had my own...shit!...is that your truck out there?

They look out the window. A meter maid approaches the truck.

TERRY

Damn! Gotta go! But, hey, why don't you come over...I'll get a pizza and some...beer...

DONNA

I'd like to sometime, Terry, but not right now. I'm sorta seeing someone...

TERRY

Well, lucky guy, I guess...

DONNA

You better beat it, ragmop, look's like she's about to write you up.

TERRY dashes out the door.

EXT. THE VIDEO STORE - DAY

TERRY rushes up to the METER MAID.

TERRY

I'm sorry, I just meant to drop off a movie...I'm leaving right now...

METER MAID

I'm sorry, too, I already entered your tag.

METER MAID holds up an electronic device.

Once I enter the number, I have to issue a ticket. And you're taking up two spaces, too.

TERRY


You mean you're giving me two tickets? That's seventy bucks!

METER MAID

Two spaces are two spaces.

TERRY

I know, but you haven't entered the other ticket yet, have you? I can put a quarter in the meter.

METER MAID

Look, I'm just doing my job, sir.

TERRY

I'll put in fifty cents...

TERRY fumbles in his pockets.

I mean, if I have it...

METER MAID glares at Terry and hands him a ticket, and starts to enter another.

TERRY

Oh please, please, please give me a break...it will never happen again...I promise!

TERRY gives METER MAID a goofy smile, she starts to crack up.

METER MAID

Alright, son, just this once. But if I see this truck again, parked like this, I'll...

TERRY

Thankyouthankyouthankyou, I won't forget this...

TERRY jumps in the truck and starts to pull away. He yells out the window at the METER MAID

Thankyouthankyou...I love you!

FADE

INT. YOUNG TERRY'S CAR - NIGHT

TERRY

Sorry you didn't like it.

CORTNEY

Well, it was pretty creepy. I mean, like, the ladies' room...ungghh...I didn't want to touch anything. But the burgers were pretty good.

TERRY

Yeah, and they didn't card us...

CORTNEY

That's right, I forgot...your birthday isn't til August.

They drive on in silence for a moment. TERRY turns on the radio.

CORTNEY

Terry, I had fun tonight. Now that school is over, I feel like I'm getting to know you better.

TERRY switches off the radio.

TERRY

Cortney...I...I love you, Cortney.

CORTNEY

Oh, Terry--please don't mean it--not that way...not the way I think you mean it...

TERRY

I mean it, Cortney...I mean...I mean, what do you mean?

ROBIN

I mean, like, we've only been going together for a few weeks...

TERRY

It'll be three months, tomorrow...

Cortney

See what I mean! We hardly know each other. And you're leaving for school soon, like, in Alabama, of all places! What's that going to be like, surrounded by those southern belles, and me up here, living with my 'rents...

TERRY clams up, drives on, clenching the wheel with both hands. He turns on the radio again.

CORTNEY

Terry? Terry, I'm sorry. I like you a lot. I really do, I think about you all the time...remember, in English class, when you recited that poem...

TERRY turns off the radio.

TERRY

"Shall I, wasting in despair, die because a woman's fair..."

CORTNEY

Yeah, that's the one...it made me melt, Terry. I knew you were speaking to me.

TERRY

And I could see you start to cry. I think that's when I fell...

Cortney

Please don't say it, Terry. You're the nicest guy I know, but I'm not ready to get tied down yet.

TERRY clams up again. CORTNEY turns toward him and places her left hand on TERRY's right arm.

CORTNEY

Terry.

TERRY switches on the radio with his right arm. CORTNEY pulls her hand away.

Terry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Can't we be friends? I mean, like really good friends?

TERRY

"Be she fairer than the day, or the flowery mead in May, If she be not so to me..."

Terry and cortney, in unison

"...What care I, how fair she be?"

TERRY and CORTNEY both break out laughing.

FADE

INT. TERRY'S TRUCK - DAY

TERRY chuckles to himself. He approaches the...

EXT. A NEW HOME CONSTRUCTION SITE - DAY

TERRY drives up along side a new crew cab pickup truck. Carlos is in its drivers seat, with three other guys.

TERRY

Ese, Carlos.

Carlos

Eh, Lobo, where you been, man? We just be leaving.

TERRY

Sorry, man, I got hung up. Come on, let's get this board into the house.

CARLOS

No way, 'migo. Is already way past four. We get it in the morning.

CARLOS starts his engine and shifts into gear.

TERRY

But I have to be in the office first thing, to pick up the payroll. If I'm late, the Old Man will ream me a new asshole...

CARLOS

Sorry bout that, ese, we be waiting for you for two hours. I gotta pay these guys for sit around doin' nothing, count a you be late. I see you later...

CARLOS pulls away. TERRY also starts to pull away, traveling down the street, but then backs up, pauses in front of the house, and then backs up the driveway.

TERRY gets out and walks to the back of the truck. He tears the paper strip that binds the ends of a pair of boards into a book; then jerks the top board sideways to tear the front strip. He starts to pull the board out of the truck and pauses.

Then he shoves the board back in, gets back in the truck, and backs up across the muddy, rutted front yard, up to the front door. His old truck lurches and wallows.

TERRY proceeds to unload the boards one at a time. It begins to rain, big splats of water on the board and on his shirt. So he starts to carry the boards in pairs, struggling mightly.

The rain intensifies. TERRY struggles, slipping and sliding in the mud.

Finally he finishes unloading. He completely muddy up to his knees, and his soaked shirt clings to his back. He pauses, panting, under the small front porch roof. The rain slacks off.

TERRY hunches his shoulders and turns his head from side to side, trying to loosen his muscles--when he hears from a distance...

ROBIN

Terry! Is that you?

ROBIN has driven up to the curb. TERRY sees her and waves. ROBIN starts to get out of her car.

TERRY

Hi, Robin. Hey, don't get out, it's pretty muddy...

ROBIN pops up a huge fancy umbrella and tiptoes in her high heels up some planks laid in the mud. She is carrying a tote bag.

ROBIN reaches the little stoop and furls the umbrella. She and TERRY must stand close together to stay out of the rain.

ROBIN

Hi Terry, I was hoping to find you here. I brought you a little something, to say thanks for all you've done.

ROBIN slips a bottle of champaigne halfway out of her bag.

TERRY

Gee, Robin, thanks, but I'm just doing my job...

ROBIN

No, Terry, everything is coming out great. Really great. And I hate to say it, but I'm so glad I'm working with you and not with your boss...I shouldn't say any more. Let's go inside. I have some glaaa-sses!

ROBIN smiles provocatively. TERRY backs up against the door.

TERRY

I dunno, Robin. I mean, thanks, thanks a lot, but I'm soaked to the bone. I need to get cleaned up...

TERRY starts to move around and winces sharply.

ROBIN

ROBIN sets down her tote bag.

Terry! Are you all right?

TERRY

(recovering somewhat)

I'm ok, my back is a little sore, that's all.

ROBIN

ROBIN places her hand on his chest.

Where does it hurt, Terry, maybe I can do some...

TERRY

It's really nothing, Robin, but I better get going. Maybe some other time...

TERRY winces again, and his knee partially buckles.

ROBIN

Terry!

TERRY

I'm sorry, I should go...

ROBIN backs off and TERRY sidles around her and gets back in his truck. ROBIN remains standing on the porch, her expression saddening as TERRY pulls away.

FADE