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ENTANGLEMENTS


by Adam Sifre


FADE IN:

INT. HOME OFFICE - MORNING

GREG MANUS is in his early-forties with 2 days of beard on his face.  He's in his underwear and wearing a blue T-shirt with "SCIENCE!" written across it. He's sitting in a cheap executive office chair, in front of a cheap desk, working at the computer. There's a coffee mug on the desk with the words "EXPRESSO YOURSELF." 

GREG
(Takes a deep breath)
And, here. We. Go.

He clicks the computer mouse button.  On the screen we see the website, THE LOVE MECHANIC. A clean shaven, smiling Greg is on the left side of the screen underneath the logo.  A silhouette of a couple holding hands is in the center of the screen.

Greg leans back in his chair with a look of satisfaction.

The door opens, and ELIZABETH enters the room.  She's pretty, blonde, and dressed like a business professional.  Elizabeth stands behind Gregg and bends down to look at the screen.

ELIZABETH
The Love Mechanic.  Jesus. It sounds like you're running a vibrator repair shop. 

GREG
That reminds me. We still have to replace the batteries in the smoke detectors.
Elizabeth lightly punches his arm.

ELIZABETH
Last night I went to bed with a physicist, and this morning I woke up with 'The Love Mechanic.'  

GREG
Slut.

Elizabeth lightly smacks the back of his head. Greg sips his coffee, and smiles. 

GREG
Quantum Mechanic, Love Mechanic.  They're practically the same thing.

ELIZABETH
Why can't you just buy a corvette or have an affair like other husbands? I mean, seriously. Who does this?  
Greg stands up and puts his arms around Elizabeth. 

GREG 
I haven't stopped being a physicist. I'm on a sort of sabbatical. And I'm applying my theory on entangled particles on a human scale.   
Elizabeth pulls away from Greg. 

ELIZABETH
Uh-uh. If you're going to throw away your career, then I get to stop pretending to be interested in your work.
Greg ignores Elizabeth's jab.

GREG
Two entangled particles will instantly effect each other no matter how great a distance separates them. If I change the rotation on a particle in Jersey, then the entangled particle in Sweden also changes. 

Elizabeth looks bored.

ELIZABETH
Sounds hot.

GREG
The same should be possible for people. What your romance novels call "soul mates" is just quantum mechanics in action.

The computer CHIMES. Greg looks at the screen. The small envelope symbol is flashing.

GREG
(Smiling)
My first customer!

Elizabeth kisses Greg on the cheek and walks out of the room.

ELIZABETH (O.S.)
Make sure he pays upfront. Remember, there's at least one multiverse where the crazy scientist goes broke and his hot wife leaves him!

GREG
(Raising his voice)
So you do pay attention to my work. What makes you think my client is a "he"? 

ELIZABETH (O.S.)
Even with infinite universes, no woman is ever going to seek advice from the "Love Mechanic." 

DOOR SLAMS.

EXT. A SMALL PARK IN LOWER MANHATTAN - LATER THAT MORNING

Elizabeth sits on a park bench enjoying her coffee and the sunshine.  Hearing a BUZZ, she checks her mobile. There's a picture of a bouquet of roses. 

MICHAEL (TEXT)
I don't want people at the office to talk. :) Are you free Thursday? Drinks? No tequila, I promise :).

Elizabeth frowns and, after a moment deletes the message. 

MONICA
Another Dick Pic from your love-eh?

MONICA is Elizabeth's age, dressed in appropriate business attire. She sits down next to Elizabeth.

ELIZABETH 
(Startled)
Jesus! Monica! No! He sent a cheesy picture of flowers with some cheesy flirting.  I hate that. And he's not my 'love-eh.' We haven't done anything.

MONICA
Yet. 

ELIZABETH
I'm married.

MONICA
Yeah, I remember.  In fact, I remember reminding you of that fact, just before you told me that 'married' doesn't mean dead.
Elizabeth frowns and sips her coffee.

ELIZABETH
Well, nothing's happened. Yet. 
The two women share a laugh.

ELIZABETH
I guess we're meeting for a drink, and whatever.  It doesn't mean anything. 

MONICA
Meaningless.  That's the best. Especially for a happily married woman.

ELIZABETH
I really am happily married. It's just ...
Elizabeth's phone buzzes again.  She sees a two pictures, one of red roses and one of white.  

MICHAEL (TEXT)
Variety is the spice of life, baby!

ELIZABETH
Give me a break.

Elizabeth deletes the message. 

MONICA
You're not meeting him for his intellect.

Elizabeth smiles uncertainly.

MONICA
Okay. Work now, play later.  I left the Revlon file on your desk. The conference call is still on for ten.

Elizabeth nods, and her phone BUZZES again. Her smile changes to irritation. She looks briefly at the phone and deletes whatever is there.

ELIZABETH
Jesus.

INT. KITCHEN - EVENING
Greg pours pasta into a strainer. 

ELIZABETH (O.S.)
I'm home.

GREG
In the kitchen. Dinner's just about ready.
Elizabeth walks into the kitchen.

ELIZABETH
I'm starving.  Look at you. Cooking dinner, wearing pants and clean shaven. I could get used to this.    

She kisses Greg briefly on the lips. He looks just a little startled. 

GREG
A good love mechanic observes all the formalities. 

He prepares two plates of pasta and sauce.  
Elizabeth pours herself a glass of wine.

ELIZABETH
So how did the Love Mechanic's first day go.

Greg takes the plates to into the dining room and sets them on the table. Elizabeth follows with the bottle of wine in hand.

GREG
Today the Love Mechanic made a whopping $99.00. But all great enterprises start off slow.
The two are seated at the dining room table.  

ELIZABETH
Wonderful. What kind of romance advice does the man who wore sweatpants on our first date and  spent two hours driving around aimlessly in search of a restaurant, give?

Greg raises his glass of wine in a mock salute, and drinks.

GREG
Advice is part of the package, but it's the science, the quantum mechanics that my clients -

ELIZABETH
Client.

GREG (SIGHING)
It's the science that my client is paying for. I help them -

Elizabeth arches her eyebrows.

GREG
- I help him to sorta clear his head and learn to recognize his soul mate. The woman who's every action has an affect on him, and vice versa. 

Elizabeth takes another sip of wine.

ELIZABETH
Sounds like quantum quackery to me. 

GREG (FROWNING)
Maybe. At least with this client. He has a specific woman in mind, and that's now how my theory works. I direct people to their soul mates. I can't turn a specific person into one. 

ELIZABETH
You better make sure the Love Mechanic's website clearly states "no refunds." And honey. If more money doesn't start coming in soon, sabbatical over. 

Elizabeth's phone BUZZES. Elizabeth looks surprised for an instant. She gets up from the table.

ELIZABETH
Sorry.  I have to take this.  I'll be right back.

She leaves the room. 

ELIZABETH
Hello?

Greg takes another sip of wine.

GREG
(to himself)
Scientific success is measured in results, not money. 

INT. OFFICE - NEXT DAY

Elizabeth is in front of her office, heading toward the door. She's wearing a tight black dress and yellow blazer. Sexy but still business appropriate. Monica sits at the secretary desk in front of Elizabeth's office. a big smile is plastered across her face, making Elizabeth pause.

ELIZABETH
And whose canary did you swallow?

MONICA
(Still smiling)
Oh, no reason. Look at you. Someone is dressed like she's ready to go on the prowl. 

Elizabeth blushes and heads into her office.  Monica follows.
Sitting on her chair is a small teddy bear with a little red heart stitched on it's chest.

ELIZABETH
Oh for the love of God.
She quickly walks over to the chair and throws the bear in the wastebasket.

MONICA
Hey!

Monica retrieves the bear from the wastebasket.  

MONICA
If you don't want it, I'll take it. It's cute. 

ELIZABETH
I absolutely hate stuffed animals.  What kind of man gives a woman he wants to sleep with a stuffed animal. What is this, high school?

Elizabeth sits down in her chair. Monica extends her hand. She's holding a CARD

MONICA
I suppose you won't want to be reading this then.

Elizabeth glowers are Monica. 

ELIZABETH
Not unless it has a hotel key in it.

MONICA
It doesn't. I checked. 

ELIZABETH
Throw it out. 

Elizabeth's phone BUZZES. 

MICHAEL
(Text)
That's not the only surprise I have in store for you tonight.

Monica leans forward to read the message and GIGGLES.

MONICA
Aw. He's quite the romantic.

ELIZABETH
(Angry)
I don't want "romantic." Jesus. What's next? An invitation to prom? I don't know if I want to fuck him or block him.

Elizabeth hits a button on the phone. She looks even angrier. 

MONICA
Deleted again?

ELIZABETH
I texted him a smiley face. A damned smiley face.

Monica laughs, making Elizabeth glower more. She hands the stuffed bear back to Elizabeth. 

MONICA
Keep this. He might want to see it later. You can at least pretend to like it.

Elizabeth takes the bear and stuffs it in her purse.

ELIZABETH
I really don't think I can.

INT.RESTAURANT - THAT EVENING
Elizabeth is sitting at a table for two with MICHAEL. Michael is dressed casually. He's muscular and good looking. Michael is talking. All the while, Elizabeth is sitting there with a smile plastered on her face and nodding politely.

MICHAEL
I'm really happy we're finally doing this. I almost had to cancel, can you believe it? A last minute emergency. I know. Who ever heard of an emergency at a garage, right? But it happens more than you think. By the time I got out of there, I barely had time to change and wash the grease off my hands. 

Elizabeth, still smiling, takes a sip of wine.  A waiter approaches. Michael looks at the waiter, and smiles.

MICHAEL
We'll start with artichoke soup. The lady will have the Branzino. And can you ask the chef to remove the head and tail in the kitchen?

Elizabeth's smile falters.

WAITER
Of course, Sir.

MICHAEL
I'll have the flank steak, medium rare. Thank you.

The waiter leaves. Elizabeth's smile is long gone.

ELIZABETH
What was that?

MICHAEL
What was what?

ELIZABETH
You ordered for me. And you ordered fish. I hate fish.

Michael looks uncertain.

MICHAEL
Are you sure? It's just -

ELIZABETH
Am I sure I hate fish? Uh, yeah. Pretty sure! 

Michael smiles uncertainly.

MICHAEL
Come on. You're joking with me, right?

Elizabeth is in full anger mode.

ELIZABETH
Tell me, Michael. If we ended up in bed together and I said something like, "no, not there," would you listen or would you insist you knew what I liked?

MICHAEL
What? What do you mean? He said you...

Michael trails off as Elizabeth finishes off her wine.

ELIZABETH
Who the hell orders for a woman on their first date? Is my name Va-jay-jay Galore? Do you think we're in some crappy James Bond movie?

Michael looks around in shock and worry, as if he believes a customer will leap to his defense.

MICHAEL
Calm down. I was only trying -

Elizabeth stands up.

ELIZABETH
Michael. You're probably a nice guy, and maybe I'm overreacting a little. But if I ever happen to run into you again, and you make the mistake of telling me to calm down, God help you.

Elizabeth pulls out the stuffed animal from her purse and tosses it to Michael, who instinctively catches it.

ELIZABETH
Why don't you order for that? Feel free to bring it back to your hotel room.

Elizabeth walks away.

INT. GREG'S OFFICE - LATER

Elizabeth enters the room.  Greg is at his desk. 

GREG
You're home kinda early.  Everything all right at the office?

Elizabeth leans down and gives Greg a long kiss. 

ELIZABETH
Everything is just fine, my love mechanic.
She kisses Greg again. She glances at the screen and her eyes widen. 

MICHAEL (TEXT)
It was a complete disaster! She hated all of it. Everything you told me to do was wrong!

Elizabeth looks at Greg and understanding shows on her face. Greg stands and takes Elizabeth into his arms.

GREG
I tried to tell him. That's not how entangled particles work. You either belong together, or you don't.

He kisses Elizabeth again.

ELIZABETH
Science.

GREG
Science.

Fade Out.
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