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(The trees are green and bushy around Greyburn's abbey as a taxi pulls up in front.)
(Thierry looks off screen in boredom, Allison is for serious.)
THIERRY: I’m sure Demetri
would get around
to it... Are you certain about this?
ALLISON: Fuck yes
(Exterior shot of building again with more fancy details, as conversation continues from off-panel.)
ALLISON: I can’t just wait
around for you
THIERRY: Excuse me,
I’ve done plenty!
(Thierry has a sheisty avoidant smile, Allison is incredulous.)
THIERRY: But, uh, I thought maybe
you could go see if she’s there.
You could come get me...
ALLISON: Go by myself?!
You’re a big girl,
(Thierry still can't look her in the eye, and she's grumpy.)
THIERRY: You see, it’s just an awkward situation,
I don’t want to run into an ex, blah blah
you know how it is.
ALLISON: No. Whatever.
(Allison gets out of the taxi alone, and her pants are colorful yellow-green with pinstripes.)
ALLISON: I’m not doing
this for you!
THIERRY: Sure. The meter’s
ALLISON: Fuck you.
(Allison approaches the abbey with arms folded in trepidation.)
ALLISON: So I just see if the skank is here, and jet.
(The closer she gets, the taller the building looms.)
(She casts a paranoid glance over a shoulder, a statue with a wholly coincidental resemblance to Ellen lurks unseen.)
(To get a better look in windows, she walks along the heads of statues, one hand to the brick wall for balance.)
ALLISON: You better
(She peeks into a darkened room, silhouettes there perhaps belonging to Tristan and Sarah. A moth flutters nearby.)
(The moth is large and close, she bats at it.)
ALLISON: Eugh get
away from me!
(The moth is transforming into Greyburn, shocking her. He responds to her request in a grammatically tangled fashion.)
AUBREY: There is no away to get...