Part one
JACK: Great, we're stuck in here in this cramped little space for who knows
how long.
JENNIFER: (kicks the door) It's not as if this is something I'm enjoying
Jack. I'd like nothing better --
JACK: They're not going to find us. By the time they realize we're missing,
we'll have fainted from lack of oxygen and we'll never be able to alert them.
(fidgets with his collar) Is it hot in here?
JENNIFER: Well the only reason for a lack of oxygen in this room is because
you can't seem to shut up. (determined) Someone will find us.
JACK: Like our very own magical leprechaun or perhaps ... your magical
leprechaun.
JENNIFER: What is that supposed to mean Jack? (in his face now)
JACK: It means -- (turns away from her -- upset) It means whatever the hell you want it to
mean. (BEAT) I must congratulate you, this is another fine mess you've
managed to get us into here.
JENNIFER: Me? I didn't invite you on this trip Jack. You invited yourself.
How did it go? "Oh Greta, this will be the perfect little story for the
lifestyle section: (waves her hand putting up a headline) 'Horton
grandchildren find love and long lost treasure'".
JACK: (scoffs) Please I would never use a headline that generic or cliched
and if you would return to a field for which you are well suited rather than this new one as an amateur detective searching for rubies you'd come up with something better --
JENNIFER: ENOUGH! (let's out a frustrated scream) Okay Jack we're stuck
here together and if we want to be found alive, you'd better just stop
talking to me.
JACK: Stop talking? That's --
JENNIFER gives him a look that means business and he stops
JACK: I think maybe I'm just going to go sit over there and (whispers) stop
talking...Shhh ... stopping now, stopping.
JACK goes over and sits down in his corner and JENNIFER finds her own spot.
OUT on JENNIFER smiling in spite of herself
END PART ONE
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