EXT. NEWSPAPER OFFICE — HOLLYWOOD
EXT. NEWSPAPER OFFICE — HOLLYWOOD — DAYAnother beautiful day in sunny Southern California. The blue sky is tinged with gray smog on the horizon.INT. NEWSPAPER OFFICE — HOLLYWOOD — DAYThe newsroom buzzes with typical late-afternoon activity. A twentysomething hipster with corduroy pants and a fauxhawk, JASON, walks down a row of desks carrying a file folder. He stops at the last desk.Sitting there is a pasty, tired-looking young man, also mid-twenties: DAN. Dan balances a ham sandwich on his knee and browses the Internet.JASONSo, what'd you think of the game?DANI liked it.JASONWhat do you mean, you liked it?DANI mean I liked the game. It was good.JASONSo you're a Steelers fan?DANNo, not really.JASONNo?DANCouldn't name a single player, much less positions, stats, etc.JASONSo why'd you like the game?DANI don't know, it was a good game.JASONYeah, you said that, except how can you think it's good if you didn't even care who won?DANI don't know. It was just good, is all.JASON(beat)Did you watch the game?DAN(instantly)No.JASONNot at all?DANNo.JASONHighlights? Recaps? SportsCenter?DANNo, no, and only in front of men I've just met so they'll think I'm normal.JASONSo nothing?DANWell, Yahoo had the final score and footage of the commercial with Jessica Simpson, so I feel I got the full effect of the game without having to actually, you know, sit through it.JASONHuh.DANYeah.JASONWell …DANYeah. Jason stares at the folder in his hands for a moment.JASONWell, I should get this over to …DANYeah.JASONBut I'll see you later.DANYeah. Jason walks away.[END.]
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