Elizabethtown Deleted Scenes – 60B Map (Extended)

IN DARKNESS

Claire doesn’t even process the brush-off. She’s built to help strangers.

CLAIRE

I’ll draw you a quick map.

She hesitates and then clicks his light back on.

DISSOLVE TO:

Claire draws a map on a piece of paper while telling Drew her life story. Drew, polite but distant, now clutches a drink.

CLAIRE

So Ben and I are in a wait-and-see pattern. He’s
my first real “genius” you know? His ideas are
just sinfully astounding. Disturbingly astounding!

DREW

Right. Okay.

CLAIRE

He goes to Harvard, we meet up in strange cities
and never the same one. He works a lot.

DREW

(dutifully)
So why is it “wait-and-see?”

CLAIRE

I’m not sure. I’ll wait and see.
(off map)
So you want to get to 264. And then you want to
not miss 60B. I’m going to be obnoxious about that.

DREW

Got it. Okay.

CLAIRE

Bens are strangely delightful. And very intuitive.
Complex. Almost too complex to be around. Do
you know any Bens?

DREW

(obligated)
I know one Ben. He’s very professional.

CLAIRE

(very interested)
I’m a student of names. For example. What’s your Dad’s name?

DREW

Mitchell.

CLAIRE

Mitchell or Mitch?

DREW

Mitchell. Sometimes Mitch.

She nods approvingly, a connoisseur.

CLAIRE

Mmm. The son of a Mitch.

DREW

And just yesterday . . . I was fired by a Phil.

CLAIRE

Phils are dangerous. Phils are less predictable than Bens.

He looks at her. And just randomly, for no reason she can even put her finger on . . . she falls in love a little.

CLAIRE

And your girlfriend is a . . .

DREW

Ellen.

The name “Ellen” is troubling to both of them.

CLAIRE

How’s that going?

DREW

Sort of a wait-and-see. But then I waited . . . and I saw.

CLAIRE

I was going to say . . . I’ve never had a good experience with an Ellen, or a Phil.

She gives him the map.

DREW

What about with a Mitch?

CLAIRE

(immediately)
Never met a Mitch I didn’t like. Fun. Full of life.
You know what I mean when I say “fun?” You
want to be part of a Mitch’s club. Am I close?

DREW

(distant close)
Close.

She detects a trace of something.

CLAIRE

He’s okay, right?

DREW

Yeah. He’s . . .

She nods sage-like, ever the student of names. Drew swallows once, contemplates saying “dead” for the first time in connection with his father.

DREW

. . . he’s fine.

CLAIRE

(Southern charm)
Give him a big ‘ol bug for me.

Drew doesn’t respond. Not much.

CLAIRE

I’m Claire, by the way.

DREW

Drew.

CLAIRE

(appreciates name)
Nice.

DREW

(obligated)
Same to you.

CLAIRE

(self-deprecating)
Please. I’ll let you sleep. Enjoy your map.

But something is still amiss in his demeanor. She shrugs it off, as she reaches for his garment bag. (The three other passengers are long asleep.)

CLAIRE

Let me take this –

He hesitates in handing it over, just a little. She responds in kind, treating the item a bit more gingerly. She looks at the suit, looks back at Drew who finally shuts the light off. She turns away with the suit. It hits her. She knows.

ON DREW

whose eyes glaze and blink slowly . . . just starting . . . starting . . . to . . . fall . . . asleep . . .