I'll See You Around, Jack. . .

Claire de Lune



A fancy bar, rooftop, looking over a calm, night-time city.

Empty, except for a lone pianist, playing Claire de Lune. Jack is sitting at the bar with a cigarette and a martini. His friend enters, sits beside him & orders a drink.



"Found you."

Jack: "She left me, Tom."

Tom: "Make it a double."

"I know why. I understand everything. But I can't help but wonder. . .


What could have been. . .





We'd have our house on Superior.

We'd walk down that amber road.

That unswept path by the lakeside .

Take in the scenery.

Maybe, take some pictures.

Her auburn hair caught on the summer breeze.

Snapped in frame.


We'll pass on, but. . .

those pictures'll. . .keep on going.


Love.

Beauty.

Immortal.

Infinite."



"Well Jack.

I don't think we ever stood a chance."

"No, no we didn't." Smiling.


"Well listen Jack, I've got a late flight to catch, and Kitty--"
"Yeah, yeah. I understand."



(Tom stands up & puts a hand on Jacks back, coat over his other arm.)


"I'll see you 'round, Jack."





(leaves)