Sweaters Script

( single take with a handheld camera camera. Two people come down hall and enter room, camera follows through opened door.)
Miles: Thanks for bringing me along.
Isabel: No problem. Thanks cooking the soup.
Miles: No problem. Always willing to help out.
Isabel: Ok, so I'll go try them on and you tell me what you think.
Miles: Sure thing. ( Girl goes behind curtain, guy sits on chair with magazine on it, picks up magazine and reads it casually.) This is a cool room. It's got an ambiance you know. I like it.
Isabel: Thanks. Toss me that shoe.
Miles: There you go... So what are you up these days?
Isabel: Oh you know.
Miles: " Jus chillin'"
Isabel: That's my style.
Miles: hmm...
Isabel: Ok what do you think?
Miles: It's a good sweater. ( gets up and goes to the girl, camera follows) I like this business here, it's cool.
Isabel: You think so?
Miles: Yeah man, you're good at finding sweaters.
Isabel: Thank you. Ok sit back down, I got some other ones to try on.
Miles: Oky doky. ( sees a scarf) Ah man cool, a neckerchief. May I.
Isabel: Go ahead.
Miles: ( puts it on. Camera moves so they're visible in the mirror) I've been wanting one of these for a while. You could say I've had a hankering for one.
Isabel: ( pause) Well back to work.
Miles: sigh, Alright. ( sits back down. Sees a fedora, tries it on and looks in the mirror, phone rings twice) What should I do?
Isabel: Just pick it up, it's probably Cindy.
Miles: ( picks it up while looking at himself in the mirror)Hello?
( Cut to Cindy in her room, on phone.)
Cindy: Hello?
( Cut back to the first room)
Miles: Hello?
( cut back to cindy)
Cindy: Is Isabel there?
( It sort of cuts back to each one for each one)
Miles: Nah man she's busy.
Cindy: Is that Miles?
Miles: Yeah man.
Cindy: Whats going on?
Miles: Oh we're having fun trying on sweaters.
Cindy: Fun.
Miles: What about you. What's Cindy up to?
Cindy: Well I was hanging out with some people.
Miles: Cool people?
Cindy: Oh of course.
Miles: Well that's good.
Cindy: So why are you trying on sweaters with Isabel?
Miles: Why not? Can't one person simply enjoy another person's company while the other one tries on sweaters.
Cindy: Oh Miles, You're just too crazy.
Miles: Well if that makes me crazy, I don't wanna be sane.
Cindy: Is Isabel still busy.
Miles: No I don't think so. Wait a sec.
Isabel: How's this
Miles: It's a good sweater. The cat is cool. Talk to Cindy, I have to go to the bathroom.
Isabel: Down the hall.
Miles: Awesome. ( Leaves, Isabel takes phone and some scissors. There is a shirt on the floor that she starts cutting)
Isabel: Cindy?
Cindy: Isabel.
Isabel: How's it going.
Cindy: Not too bad. So what's up with Miles.
Isabel: Not much, he's trying to get into this sort of stuff, figured I'd show him the ropes.
Cindy: Take him under your wing?
Isabel: That's the idea.
Miles: ( Coming back in) Hey man, if I got a cello would you be able to play it.
Isabel: I don't know. It'd be different.
Miles: True.
Cindy: Is Miles back?
Isabel: Yeah, he's looking at my Vanity Fair.
Miles: Vanity Faaaair.
Cindy: Say I said hey.
Isabel: Cindy sais hey.
Miles: Hey Cinds.
Isabel: Miles just called you Cinds.
Cindy: Miles you jerk.
Isabel: You're a jerk.
Miles: P'shaw. ( pause)
Cindy: So Isabel.
Miles: Tell her I said "P'shaw"
Isabel: Miles says p'shaw.
Cindy: What?
Isabel: To you calling him a jerk. He says p'shaw.
Cindy: He's weird.
Isabel: Just a little.
Miles: ( chuckling) Oh "p'shaw" Miles you are a character.
Cindy: Anyways Isabel, do you wanna come over tomorrow.
Isabel: Sure, sounds fun.
Cindy: Cool. Well tell Miles I said bye.
Isabel: Cindy says bye.
Miles: See you later Cindy.
Isabel: She hung up.
Miles: Oh I'll miss her.
Isabel: What do you think of this sweater?
Miles: It's a good sweater.
Isabel: I'm not so sure. I don't think I'd ever wear it.
Miles: No?
Isabel: You try it on. Maybe it will complement your aesthetic.
Miles: Well if it complements my aesthetic.
Isabel: Yeah that works.
Miles: I really like this. It feels... correct.
Isabel: Keep it.
Miles: Really?
Isabel: Yeah.
Miles: Are you sure.
Isabel: Don't make me change my mind.
Miles: Awesome. I shall never forget the day Isabel gave me a sweater.
Isabel: No, I don't imagine you will.
Miles: I'll pay you back for this. Maybe not with money, maybe not with a service, but somehow.
Isabel: I'm looking forward to it.
Miles: I'll write you a song.
Isabel: Nice.
Miles: It'll be psychadellic, or reggae or something.
Isabel: Psychadellic.
Miles: You got it, birthday girl.
Isabel: I think that's the last sweater.
Miles: Then I guess we're done.
Isabel: I guess we are.
Miles: ( pause)
Fin