LOVE IS STRANGE_SHOOTING_SCRIPT

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43.
GEORGE (CONT’D)
(on the phone)
Me I’ve eaten already. (...) I
stopped at the diner and had some
matzo ball soup. (...) No, no
grilled cheese, I swear.
INT. ELLIOT AND KATE’S APT, LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Ben is alone by the large window in the dark living room
of his nephew’s apartment. All around is quiet, the whole
apartment seems to be asleep - only the light from the
street outside, and a quiet conversation that Ben is
having over the phone.
BEN
(on the phone)
I made beef stew tonight. (...) I
think they did. They ate the whole
thing, but they didn’t say
anything.(...) No, they’re very
nice, but sometimes when you live
with people, you know them better
than you care to - that’s all.
(...)
The large, empty and dark living room. Silence. Ben stays
by the window, his profile catching the outside light.
EXT. ROOFTOP ELLIOT AND KATE’S BDG - DAY
Ben is behind his standing easel on this Park Slope
outdoor rooftop. Around him, there are only tree tops and
neighboring rooftops, the sun and a nice breeze. Ben,
wearing his dirty painters’s apron, is sketching away
with a thin paintbrush on a new canvas.
He looks up and back down to the canvas.
And in front of him, standing proud as a statue, is Vlad
wearing a tank top and holding HIS SKATEBOARD, the model
of Ben’s new painting.
Ben uses his fingers to blur and fix a couple of lines,
redrawing details on the canvas.
The noisy metal door to the rooftop opens with a CLANK.
Ben raises his eyes above the canvas, to see that an out
of breath and very surprised Joey is standing between him
and his subject Vlad.
JOEY
What the fuck, Vlad!
(CONTINUED)