11. Joelle's game

EXT. RUTHY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Taylor sits on the patio, stands, looks up at stars. His phone RINGS. He checks the caller, answers.
TAYLOR
Yes.
INT. SPENCE AND JOELLE'S MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Joelle talks and undresses at the same time.
JOELLE
Taylor, can you come over to the motel? We'd like to discuss some new ideas.
INTERCUT TELEPHONE CONVERSATION - TAYLOR AND JOELLE
TAYLOR
We? You and Spence?
JOELLE
Of course.
TAYLOR
Okay, about fifteen minutes.
Taylor hangs up, his gaze returns to the stars.
Joelle finishes undressing, admires herself in the mirror. She puts on a full length dressing robe.
EXT. SUNRISE VILLAGE PARKING LOT - night
Taylor walks to his car. Stops under a light. He pulls out his wallet, slides his driver's license out revealing a photo of his estranged wife, Barbara.
He pauses long, slides his license back over it.
INT. SPENCE AND JOELLE'S MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Joelle sits at the kitchenette table, tapping her fingers. Three glasses and one bottle of wine. A KNOCK. She jumps up, stops, collects and preens herself. She opens it to Taylor.
JOELLE
Hi, come on in.
Taylor hesitates, looks around the room.
TAYLOR
Spence?
JOELLE
Oh, the kids wanted to see a movie, so he took them out. It's okay, I can tell you what we've been thinking.
Taylor doesn't move. Joelle grins, sits at the table.
JOELLE
Scared?
Taylor enters, shuts the door yet stays standing.
TAYLOR
Spence beat me up once when I was ten.
JOELLE
Was he bullying you?
TAYLOR
I borrowed his bike. Actually I took it without asking. Mine had a flat tire and I was in a hurry.
JOELLE
Well, you needn't worry about that now, do you?
Joelle shifts, allowing the top of her robe to open.
JOELLE
He doesn't have a bike. Like a drink?
Joelle reaches for the bottle exposing one breast. She closes her top.
JOELLE
Oh, sorry.
She pours two glasses, smiles.
JOELLE
Like to sit or are you going to stand there like a --
TAYLOR
Joelle.
Joelle rises slowly, allowing her robe to open, revealing herself fully.
JOELLE
Taylor, I've loved you since I met you. If only you were single then.
She glides toward him.
JOELLE
You're single now.
She allows her robe to drop to the floor.
JOELLE
We have time.
Joelle beckons as she approaches. Taylor stands unmoving. He shakes his head.
JOELLE
You shit!
She lashes out to slap him. Taylor grabs her hand, holds it firmly as she scratches her other hand's fingernails across his face, drawing blood. He pushes her away.
TAYLOR
Joelle, stop it!
JOELLE
Damn you!
She grabs her robe, covers and collects herself as if nothing happened. She picks up a glass of wine and smiles as Taylor wipes his wounds with a hanky. He turns to the door.
JOELLE
(sarcastic)
I'm sorry, Taylor. Can I kiss it and make it feel better?
He grabs the handle, pauses, keeps his gaze on the door.
TAYLOR
I repaired my flat tire and never took Spence's bike again.
He leaves. Joelle heaves the glass at the door. It SHATTERS. She breaks down, crying.
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