TRANSIT

OFFICE

12 foot by 12 foot -- glass walls, 5 desks, 5 desk chairs, 1 door, no exterior windows -- design work taped to the walls.

STELLA, 20s, reaches into her knapsack and unpacks some items onto her desk -- laptop, Nalgene... some kind of odd orangish tea packets.

ZIGGY, 30s, sits cross legged on his desk reading a novel.

Stella finishes with her knapsack and sits on Ziggy’s desk, perched next to him.

STELLA Huge this morning... like half my body broke away from itself.

ZIGGY Lightheaded?

STELLA Rainbow lights, all that, practically a carnival ride.

ZIGGY Out of body experience?

STELLA Totally. I was floating. I saw it from above. The whole thing was surreal.

ZIGGY Did you cry out?

STELLA Cry out... I mean... I don’t know if I cried out... no...

Stella scratches her head, slightly confused, and then makes “prayer hands.”

STELLA (joking) ...But it was like my mind and body were emptied all at once, and I received the light of the new day.

EDEN -- 20’s, beyond-cool-marketing-muse-energy -- enters the office. Stella and Ziggy nod respectfully to Eden.

ZIGGY And we can brighten our outlook all on our own.

STELLA With our bodies.

ZIGGY With what our bodies leave behind.

Eden shakes her head.

STELLA No gurus, no pills, no powders. Just bodies.

ZIGGY This is the answer.

STELLA We can help people.

ZIGGY We can help this city.

STELLA That’s why we are here.

EDEN I hope you two wrote all that down.

ZIGGY Not yet.

Stella nudges Ziggy. Ziggy slides off the desk. Then Stella does the same.

EDEN I want it written down, because when you two figure out how to change the world with your bowel movements, that’s what we need to pitch.

Ziggy sits and types a few notes on his laptop. Stella leans over his shoulder, reviewing his work. Stella and Ziggy find themselves intimately close for a moment; then both pull away.

EDEN I had breakfast with mayor DePippo, and Josh Hartnett this morning.

STELLA/ZIGGY Josh Hartnett?

EDEN If you want to get anything done in this city you have to know Josh Hartnett.

Stella and Ziggy share an amused glance.

EDEN They want a transit project. They don’t know what they want but they want it. They want it cheap, and easy, and fast. And these are my words, OK? -- I want it human, and I want it sexy, and I want getting to work not to suck… For a day, or week, forever, I don’t care.

Stella and Ziggy think for a moment.

ZIGGY I’ve got something.

Eden nods.

ZIGGY So I was stuck in traffic this morning, and this girl in the car next to me... she accidentally airdropped me her contact. And I could see she seemed kinda cool, so I called her, and we just started talking.

STELLA You talked to a random person in traffic?

ZIGGY Yep. Stella nods, thinking.

STELLA I can see it, it’s like truckers. Truckers on their radios. Just talking to each other.

ZIGGY Why not just call another car. Just talk to them.

STELLA If they suck. You hang up.

ZIGGY That’s the tagline. If they suck - hang up.

STELLA We do it in an app. You download the app and then you can --

EDEN -- No no no...When I hear download the app it just makes me think I should go back to doing porn. It’s just not sexy. I mean, unless your app is gonna get a hologram of Kristen Stewart to go down on me while I’m driving then I don’t want anything to do with it.

RJ and BLUE enter and nod to Eden.

RJ is 30’s, athletic, tanned, goofy; a California Kramer.

Blue is 22, a raver-girl fresh outta art school.

EDEN I want people out of their cars, I want no traffic!

BLUE Fuck cars, cars should be illegal!

RJ People need to learn how to fly... (RJ flaps his hands) ...with their hands and stuff, birds can do it, it would solve everything.

EDEN Thank you. Those are the best ideas I’ve heard and they don’t even know what we’re talking about.

Eden eyeballs Stella and Ziggy.

EDEN Stella. Ziggy. I want the pitch by tomorrow. Blue, we’re gonna need and a sign, or a poster, I don’t know for what, but it has to have some kind of energy.

BLUE Like this!

Blue pops and locks her body like she’s been dancing for 10 hours straight.

EDEN (unsure) Yes. Maybe.

Beat.

Eden grabs her phone and starts to head out.

EDEN RJ and I have some administrative duties to take care of.

RJ But Josh Hartnett asked me to go surfing this afternoon.

Eden shakes her head.

RJ It’ll be a working surf.

EDEN It’s up to Stella.

STELLA Just come back later.

RJ Disco.

EDEN OK. I think you guys are in good place with this. I’ll see you tomorrow.

Eden exits.