June 2012
She runs upstairs, giggling. The room is drying out, turning into a husk.
JOEL
(calling after her)
I really should go. I really need to
catch my ride.
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I didn’t want to go. I was too nervous.
I thought, maybe you were a nut. But you
were exciting. You called from upstairs.
CLEMENTINE (CONT’D)
(flat)
So go.
JOEL
I did. I walked out the door. I felt
like I was a scared little kid. I
thought you knew that about me. I ran
back to the bonfire, trying to outrun my
humiliation. You said, “so go” with such
disdain.
CLEMENTINE (CONT’D)
(poking her head downstairs)
What if you stay this time?
JOEL
I walked out the door. There’s no more
memory.
CLEMENTINE
Come back and make up a good-bye at
least. Let’s pretend we had one.
Clementine comes downstairs, vague and robotic, making her way through the decaying environment.
CLEMENTINE (CONT’D)
Bye, Joel.
JOEL
I love you.
She smiles. They kiss. It fades.
CLEMENTINE
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