Part III:  The Telescope
Monday, October 9, 1989

SCENE:  ROGER, HOLLY and a POLICE OFFICER enter HOLLY's hotel room.

HOLLY:   I appreciate your concern, Officer, but I really don't need to go to Cedars.  I just have a few scrapes and bruises, that's all.

ROGER:  You don't know that. You should have a doctor look you over.

HOLLY:   Physically I am fine Roger, just fine.

ROGER:  Uh, listen ... thanks very much Officer, I can handle things from here.

POLICE:  Miss, the man who reported the accident suggested there might have been some, uh,  personal trouble between you two?  Would you like to be alone?

HOLLY:   Definitely.

ROGER:  Ah, Holly, what a pity.

POLICE:  Come on buddy.

HOLLY:   It's all right officer. He can stay. It's okay.

[When the police officer leaves, "The Mysterious Roger Thorpian Theme Music" begins playing over this scene as Roger looks around Holly's room]:

HOLLY:   I'd rather you didn't fondle my things.

ROGER:   Ah, look but don't touch, huh? Always play it safe.

HOLLY:   Better safe than sorry, I always say.

ROGER:   I wouldn't know anything about that.  (as he looks out the window): Yep, there's my building!

HOLLY:   I hadn't noticed.

ROGER:  Oh really?

ROGER's holding a telescope that he found by the window, and wearing a devilish grin.

ROGER:  Stargazing, huh?

HOLLY:  That's right. I'm fascinated by astronomy.

ROGER:  Yeah, heavenly bodies and all that. (He's playing with the telescope, pointing it at her): Well, you feel like a bug under a microscope?

HOLLY:  Don't bother dissecting me Roger.  I've reinvented myself, if you  haven't noticed.  You may think you know me, but you don't.

ROGER:  Astronomy, huh?

HOLLY:  It was a birthday present.

ROGER:  You know, I was taught to navigate by the stars when I was in government service.

HOLLY:  Our tax dollars at work.

ROGER:  Which is your favorite: Ursa Major or Ursa Minor?

HOLLY:  I always thought, uh, Ursa Major was overrated, actually.

ROGER:  I absolutely agree.  You get much more for your money with Ursa Minor ...the North Star, the Little Dipper.

HOLLY:  Amazing. We finally agree on something.

ROGER:  And, uh ... have you seen Antares lately?

HOLLY:  No.

ROGER:  No!!!???

HOLLY:  Haven't looked for it.

ROGER:  Sure. Seen Scorpio once, you've seen it a thousand times.

HOLLY:  That's what I always say.

ROGER:  And, uh, what do you think about the constellation Androgynous?

HOLLY:  Uh, it goes both ways, doesn't it?

ROGER  (laughs):  I couldn't agree with you more. Please, would you ever forgive me for doubting your expertise in astronomy?

HOLLY:  Thank you Roger.  Now, I would really ...  like you to leave.

ROGER:  Only if you really, really want me to.

HOLLY:   I really, really want you to.

ROGER:  OK. OK. Sayonara!

HOLLY:  Wait a minute! Not so fast!

ROGER:  Oh, OK ... how about this? (Thoroughly enjoying himself, he very playfully starts walking out in "slow motion").

HOLLY:  (exasperated):  Ah ... you really thought you could get away with it, didn't you?

ROGER:  Get away with what?

HOLLY:  My car! I have totaled my car, and  ... because of you!  Now what are you gonna do about it?

ROGER:  I'll have my insurance company call your insurance company, and Holly, I don't give a damn about your car.

ROGER:  Fine, you want another car, I'll get you another car. I'll get you five cars.

HOLLY:  Just calm down. I just want you to give me something that I can drive til the thing gets fixed.

ROGER:  We need to talk.

HOLLY:  No we don't. You need to leave!

ROGER:  Dinner tomorrow night.  I'll pick you up at the station!

He's out the door.

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The Birthday Present

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