The Third Life of Eddie Mann
EDDIE is standing out on the ledge looking down. Several seconds pass. ANGEL sticks his head out the window.
ANGEL: Hello there.
EDDIE: Don’t come out here.
ANGEL: Why would I do that?
EDDIE: I mean it! Stay back.
ANGEL: Okay, okay. Is everything alright?
EDDIE: Oh sure, everything’s peachy.
ANGEL: It is?
EDDIE: Couldn’t be better.
ANGEL: Really? You look jumpy.
EDDIE: Excuse me?
ANGEL: You seem on edge. Why are you on this side of the building? The good view is on the other side. This just looks over the parking lot; unless you really like cars. Do you really like cars?
EDDIE: Are you trying to distract me?
ANGEL: Do you want me to distract you?
EDDIE: Are you new at this?
ANGEL: Are you?
EDDIE: Is one of us going to answer a question rather than ask it?
ANGEL: I don’t know; are we?
EDDIE: Knock it off.
ANGEL: You really shouldn’t be out here. It’s not safe. You could fall.
EDDIE: That’s kinda the idea, pal.
ANGEL: Oh, I see.
EDDIE: That’s right – and nothing you say will stop me.
ANGEL: A man of conviction; I like that.
EDDIE: Don’t even try to talk me down.
ANGEL: Again, why would I do that?
EDDIE: Because they always send someone to talk people down. Well it won’t work. Anything you say will fall on deaf ears. You got that?
ANGEL: Deaf ears – I got it.
EDDIE: Good, because you can’t change my mind.
ANGEL: I wouldn’t dream of trying. I have too much respect for you to do that.
EDDIE just looks at ANGEL.
ANGEL: I know what you’re thinking.
EDDIE: I doubt that.
ANGEL: You’re thinking that sounds strange, seeing as we just met. But I think strangers ought to extend the same level of respect as long-time friends. I mean, isn’t that what’s wrong with the world? I know it’s not much, but I figure if I start to show respect for people I’ve just met, it might catch on, and maybe this world will be a better place. So I respect your decision and I won’t try to stop you.
EDDIE: Oh … well, good. Thank you.
ANGEL: You’re welcome.
There is a short silence, during which ANGEL checks his watch.
Copyright © John Spurway 2021