Ally McBeal
6.2 - No Chances? No Whining!
Previously on Ally McBeal:
o Bonnie:[still puzzled] What? I thought she had decided to stay with you.
Ally: [defeated] So did I. [pause] Apparently she was just testing it out.
o [Ally reluctantly lets Maddie go and Maddie goes out the door.]
o o Renee: Admit it girl, you wouldn't have been happy in New York… Come on, let's go out and celebrate.
o [She looks up to see the doorplate reading N. Porter.]
Ally: [crossly] That's what she thinks.
[At a ticket desk, much like a pick-up counter at any major airport, a woman cheerily stands, typing at her computer and looking at its readouts. Once she finds the information that she's looking for, she doles out the necessary object (which we cannot see) to each customer. The actual process is very vague to us, and it is inaudible exactly what is happening. But we can see that the line continues in an orderly fashion. Just as another person has collected what they came for and exits the queue, Ally McBeal finally steps up to the counter, content and reasonable.]
Ally: Yes, I'm here to pick up my order.
Attendant:And you're name would be?
Ally: [with proud guilt, as if trying to draw attention] McBeal…Ally.
Attendant:Hmm…[the woman studies this "incredibly important" information grimly]
Ally: [inquisitively, yet confused] Is there a problem?
Attendant:Let's see, you had ordered a husband, correct?
Ally: [blissfully embarrassed again] Yes.
Attendant:And this was quite a few number of years ago?
Ally: [bewildered] Mmm hmm.
[The woman continues to study the apparently dire information.]
Ally: I would assume that there's a problem.
Attendant:Well, ma'am, I'm sorry, but…you're order's been lost.
Ally: Lost? As in, permanently? I mean, you can do something about this, right? [accusative] You're the people who lost it, I surely hope you could.
Attendant:[politely sorry] Actually, we weren't the ones who caused the mishap.
[Ally continues to stare condescendingly.]
Ally: And that would be?
Attendant:Excuse me?
Ally: Who would it be then? [noticeably agitated, gradually building anger] I gave the order to Fate Inc. so who else but your company could've had the chance to botch it up? All of these other people in line had orders that turned out just fine, and now you're telling me that I am the one fluke?
Attendant:Ma'am, actually, it appears as if you were the one who caused the error in the order.
Ally: And how is that?
Attendant:It happens from time to time. There's really no way to tell, though, exactly. Especially since even the slightest misstep on your part could've thrown the whole process off. Were there any times you can think of, off the top of your head, where you decided not to take a chance? [knowingly, as if an expert] That's the thing that really ruins it, and don't I know.
Ally: So you're telling me it's been lost, permanently. As in "Cher" permanently?
Attendant:Unless a miracle happens. I really don't think that there's anything that we can do about, so I guess you're on your own. You're eggs are drying up honey. You better hop to it. But then again I guess mid-forties isn't too old.
Ally: Hey! Mid-forties?! I I I'm not even mid-thirties yet—
Attendant:[looking past her] Next!
Ally: [looking around in disgust] Wait! Wait! You can't just do this. Who gave you the power?—
[The dream fades off as Ally's eyes pop open in horror. Instead of screaming she just lies in her bed, motionless, eyes wide. On the contrary, Renee is simply sitting at the foot of her bed looking cynically at her.]
Renee: One night of peaceful sleep, that's all I ask.
Ally: [worried and melodramatic] Renee…my order has been lost.
Renee: Oh honey, tell me about it.
Ally: [on the verge of tears] Renee, [long pause] how old do you think I look?
Renee: Oh…I'd say around…mid-forties.
[Ally is aghast.]
OPENING CREDITS
[Boston, a jovial day. Down on the streets, masses of people make their way through the catacombs of sidewalks and crosswalks. They wait on various traffic lights and read their various papers. Looking from overhead, down at the peaceful bustle, two conspicuous, yellow objects bounce along. As the camera comes down we see Ally McBeal, looking unsure of herself and slightly anxious, yet not being intimidated by the two pineapples she carries, one in each hand.]
[The elevator dings, and as the two doors separate we see a familiar law office. Elaine, who is glossing her lips, looks up and, excited, suddenly throws down her supplies and regally turns to face the rest of the office.]
Elaine: [falsely proud, begging for notice] Attention! Attention all! Our dear friend Ally McBeal has finally returned to us, and it looks like she came back from New York with two big ones! Let's make her feel at home.
[Since the few number of associates who are in the office hardly look up, Elaine shrugs melodramatically as Ally walks up behind her.]
Ally: [distracted] Elaine. Hi. Um, where is everyone at the…moment.
Elaine: [still looking out] Haven't you heard? All of the whippersnappers left for another law firm.
Ally: [exasperated] What?! When? They can't just do that. Why would they wanna leave? What office has more sexual tension than us?
Elaine: Apparently Jenny and Glenn's.
[Ally looks disgusted. Elaine turns around and exaggeratedly sobs.]
Elaine: Oh, Ally—what will we do?
Ally: Where is Richard?
Elaine: [stopping suddenly] In his office.
[Ally walks, with apprehension, to her office. She shuts the door again, and, standing against it, looks out the window. She is so anxious staring into space that she doesn't notice Nelle, who is under the window, bent over looking in a filing cabinet. Ally eventually walks around the other side of the desk and wearily sits down in her chair. Nelle, just as oblivious, is absorbed in a file and attempts to sit down, missing the chair she assumes is there. A scream is uttered from the ground as a few papers fly up around Ally.]
[As we are looking directly at the absorbed Ally in her chair, we see Nelle pop up suddenly behind her.]
Nelle: [smiling yet condescending] Excuse me. You're in my office.
Ally: Not anymore.
Nelle: Oh, I see. [large pause] And what fairy land did you fly in from?
Ally: Nelle, I think you might be forgetting—I'm a partner of the firm, whereas you are not. I was hoping that you could get the hint when the N. Porter sign was removed off of the door, but since that obviously didn't work why don't we just peacefully begin moving your stuff. [Happily] Hey—I'll even help.
Nelle: [still smiling] Look. I don't think you understand. You left. I came in. Since an office is an office, go see unicorns in another one.
[Nelle, who has a hold of the back of the chair, suddenly pulls it towards her. By now the anger is
apparent on her face.]
Ally: Watch it!
[It appears as if Ally is trying to pull the chair away from Nelle, but she suddenly rams it back in
Nelle's direction, causing her to lose her balance and stumble a bit. Nelle's face shows pure indignance, but she turns around to the filing cabinet again.]
Nelle: Tell me Ally. Is it hard knowing you're a failure as both a lover and a mother?
[Nelle is leafing through the cabinet's contents again as Ally, apparently unphased, begins to lecture like a parent.]
Ally: [trying to be nonchalant, yet knowing she is the weaker] Nelle. Dear, dear Nelle. I don't think you wanna start this. I can be vicious. Vicious. [bullying] And last time I checked, you haven't really been doing the breadwinning for this firm. In fact, it would be easy to say something to Richard, since I'm the one with seniority here—
Nelle: Actually, I think I would be the one with seniority now. [Ally stares detestably, powerless] So shoo, I have an important case.
[Ally, down to her last resort, suddenly picks up one of the pineapples by its stem and wacks Nelle viciously in the back of the head. Nelle lurches forward a bit but doesn't have time to respond since Ally is already storming out. Nelle still files at the cabinet as we hear Ally bellow "Richard!" Nelle finally rotates her torso towards the desk again, staring perplexedly at the lone pineapple still sitting there.]
[Ally, obviously distraught, whirls across the main office area, with Elaine in tow.]
Elaine: Ally, can you take a client?
Ally: Give it to Nelle, she apparently has the facilities to handle one.
Elaine: What's with the pineapple?
Ally: [yelling a distance] Don't ask.
[Ally flings open the door to Richard's office, only to see Liza's head pop up from behind Richard's desk. Liza takes a breath, about to justify her guilty action when Ally, seeing that Richard is nowhere in sight, shuts the door and heads to John's office. She enters and the door slams behind her. Seeing Richard, she starts in immediately.]
Ally: [rapidly] Richard! Why did you let her have my office? I mean [admittingly] I did say she could have it, but I meant after the mourning period of my absence was over. [slowly, unsure] There was a mourning period after my leave wasn't there?
Richard: [mad] Shhh. Can ya give the little guy a little concentration, please?
[Ally is bewildered at first and then, with exasperation, looks over to see John hanging upside from a beam, humming to himself. She looks back to Richard, who is unphased, and then looks once more to John. He begins to slowly pull himself out of his meditative reverie only to have his eyes snap open as he sees Ally. He lets out a shriek, accompanied with a contorted face, and falls to the ground.]
[Ally runs over, obviously feeling responsible. John is still in a partial wad on the floor, yet he says nothing, thinking, and staying in his current position. Finally:]
John: I'm in a lull.
* * *
[A few minutes later—John's office. John is leaning against the wall as Ally nervously paces. Richard is off at a distance, looking out the window.]
Ally: Why?!
John: They all left Ally! I don't know why. I was simply called in to make up for their financial absence.
Ally: [angrily] You don't know?
John: Maybe young people migrate like that.
Ally: [incredulous] I'm young and I don't migrate!
[John looks at her skeptically, as if to say, "You're not that young." Ally only stares at him with narrow slits, vehemently.]
Ally: [calling to him] Richard!…You were the one who was here when they all left.
[He turns from the window to face them, with a culpable expression on his face.]
Richard: [defensively] Leave me alone. Maybe they just decided it was time for a change.
[Ally and John glance at each other knowingly.]
John: [serious] Richard—if you know something, it's important that we hear it.
Richard: [as if he's being bothered] Oh…I might've said something.
[John moves his right hand in a circular motion, as if to solicit the information.]
Richard: I just…at a staff meeting one day, I said they were boring…and…maybe…dull.
[Ally stares, disgusted.]
John: [still solemn, slowly] Richard. That's a pretty serious accusation.
[John suddenly snaps out of it and becomes angrily galled.]
John: How could you!
[John continues with his expression of horror and shock at Richard, while Ally closes her eyes, and rubs her head. There is a knock at the door. Elaine sticks her head through, sumptuously happy as ever.]
Elaine: I hate to interrupt the powwow, but Ally—the client is still here. He insists on having you.
Ally: [tired] John…
John: [apologetically] I'm completely full.
Ally: Oh, alright. Tell him to go to Richard's office.
[The litigant is already in his chair, and Ally walks through the door and plops down into Richard's chair, defeated.]
[She settles into the desk and is absorbed in minutia—the moving of pens, the shuffling of papers, when she eventually looks up to see the man staring, waiting for her.]
Ally: Leonard, right?
Leonard: Robbins.
Ally: And?
Leonard: I would like to sue the Stocking Publishing Company.
Ally: [pause] And how long did you work there?
Leonard: Well, umm…I didn't, actually.
Ally: [looks up momentarily from her writing] Have they inflicted any…stress or turmoil upon you, in any way?
Leonard: I guess you could say that.
Ally: What—did they commit libel? Because if that's the case, I think you're going to need a firm that handles—
Leonard: No, no. It's nothing of that sort.
[He stops, looking down as Ally waits.]
Ally: Well Leonard, if I go into the judge for the prelim he will probably expect me to tell him something. You know, that's what lawyers do—we talk.
Leonard: [coming back] I picked this firm—and you—specifically because of…Well, you see, I went in for a job interview one day, but it became rather fouled up.
Ally: What did they do? Violation of rights, discrimination…
Leonard: It was what I did, actually. I just felt like I didn't do my best.
Ally: And, why are you suing?
Leonard: They wouldn't let me interview again.
Ally: You're suing them because they wouldn't let you have another interview?
Leonard: Yes.
[Ally sighs and looks down.]
[Boston courthouse—a plump, gray-haired judge, The Honorable G. Lansing, listens to the two lawyers directly in front of him, with slight apathy. Both lawyers—Fish & Cage's A. McBeal and Stocking Publishing Co.'s J. Benson are whiny and seemingly desperate.]
Ally: But, Your Honor, there is nothing in the company's policy about this. They're simply making a subjective refusal; in theory, he should be able to apply and interview as many times as he wishes, but he's not even doing that. He simply wants another interview.
Benson: We're a private company, Your Honor. We are fair to all our applicants, but we're simply too busy to let everyone have as many interviews as they wish. Stocking Publishing has a lot to do and since our interview process is very selective and thorough, it takes some of our top staffers away from their jobs when we actually have a candidate who has gotten through to the interview.
Lansing: How many of these "top" employees are there for the actual interview?
Benson: Five, your Honor. This is partly because of the job position applied for.
Lansing: Which was?
Benson: Assistant editor:
[The judge cogitates for a moment and then turns to Ally.]
Lansing: What did your client actually do to…botch this up?
Ally: I'm afraid, Your Honor, that could be considered evidence, and therefore I'm ordered by the Court to withhold the information.
[Lansing understands, but is annoyed.]
Lansing: Eleven o'clock tomorrow. I want to hear from your client, Ms. McBeal—[to Benson] you're of course welcome to cross—and then I'll have a short, I repeat short closing from both of you. You two better make the whole thing snappy. I repeat, snappy.
[Back in John's hole, we see John and Richard sitting contemplatively. They both have cigars, and right before John speaks we hear a distant toilet flush.]
John: More employees. That's what we need. [grandiose pause] Cage and Fish—we're running on a skeleton crew.
Richard: [trying to be deep, as well] More money. That's what we really need.
[John simply turns and looks at Richard who is still facing away from him. Richard, oblivious, blows a thoughtful puff of smoke.]
[In the unisex, Elaine is standing at the sink, putting droplets of water from the sink onto her
bosom, right about her cleavage where it can be seen. She then also dabs water around her
temples, trying to make it look like sweat. She quickly stops when she hears a toilet flush, and she turns off the water as Nelle comes out of a stall. She walks up to the mirrors and begins to wash her hands.]
Nelle: What are you doing?
Elaine: [with an obvious smile] Isn't it obvious? I'm trying to quell the quenching heat my body is giving off. All of the sweat is evidently caused by my ever-high pheromone production. [dangerously] It's just a good thing we don't have any male employees here right now. They wouldn't be able to get any work done.
[Nelle grimaces, confused, knowing Elaine is only doused in mock sweat.]
[From the door, Liza comes in with a derogatory smile—bringing scolding looks from the other two women. She goes up to another mirror to mess with her hair, but still notices the looks she receives from Elaine and Nelle.]
Liza: [childlike] Well well. It seems like some of us got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Maybe you two need a nappy?
[Liza finishes primping and goes to a stall on the right side. She turns around as Elaine makes a rebuttal.]
Elaine: [in mock childness] Maybe you need a little slappy?
Liza: Oh, I'm quite alright Elaine. I get my slapping at night. Maybe that's why you two are so down—you can never get any like me.
Nelle: [facing the mirror] But when you consider whom you're getting yours from…
[Elaine, who has now turned around towards Liza, has a smile on her face at this.]
Liza: [mock hurt, still childlike] Elaine, I wouldn't laugh. By the way, are you sure you have time for this? You better get back to your little desk. What if a client comes in? Because, you know, we need every client.
[As Liza goes into a stall, Elaine raises an eyebrow, acknowledging a challenge.]
[The next day, back in the courthouse, we see Mr. Robbins on the stand as Ally stands in front of the bench, slightly to one side.]
Ally: Now, Mr. Robbins. How many weeks was it, prior to the interview, that you turned in your application?
Leonard: About four. Four weeks.
Ally: Four weeks before you received a call from the company. Did this bother you any?
Leonard: Well, initially, I was worried. I thought it meant I hadn't met their requirements.
Ally: But—
Leonard: But I eventually got the call.
Ally: And what were your reactions?
Leonard: I was elated. I had dreamed about this specific job, at this company, specifically, since my third year in college.
Ally: And so this was obviously a significant event. Prior to the application, did you receive any type of special training?
Leonard: Well I had done research into the company to see what kind of qualities they were looking for. But, yes, I did. I took some special classes. [pause] I knew that it might be a long shot for them to give me this as my first major job, but I had prepared.
Ally: And approximately how many people does Stocking Publishing employ?
Leonard: I believe somewhere around a thousand.
Ally: A thousand. [pause] Can you walk me through the events on the day of the interview?
Leonard: Well, I was understandably nervous. I told myself I shouldn't be, but when you prepare for something as long as this. I wore my lucky underwear, though. I find that they've given me luck from time to time—
Ally: But, could you tell us about the actual interview?
Leonard: Yes. It was about a half an hour process. There were five executives, all in dark suits. They were in a kind of circle about me. They all had these hard stares, which were focused on me even when they were asking questions. I tried to seem funny, or at least congenial, but they never smiled.
Ally: Did this throw you off-guard any?
Leonard: In a way. It certainly didn't help alleviate my current state of nervousness.
Ally: You told me that they told you that they had had enough?
Leonard: Yes.
Lansing: [somewhat agitated] What—I'm confused.
Leonard: [turning to him] They told me that the interview was over.
Lansing: So.
Leonard: Well they still had two pages on their question sheet left.
Lansing: How do you know those two pages were for questions?
Leonard: Well, I can only assume, Your Honor.
Lansing: Excuse me, Mr. Benson?
Benson: [sitting at the opposing table] Yes, Your Honor?
Lansing: Are you aware of what these extra sheets were for?
Benson: I believe they were additional questions, which the employers didn't see fit since they had already made up their minds.
Lansing: So you're saying they did cut the interview short?
Benson: [with slight hesitation] Yes, Your Honor.
[Lansing looks back at Ally, signaling for her to continue with the questioning.]
Ally: When did you hear you hadn't been hired?
Leonard: Well, I never actually did. I had to call back. The woman on the phone seemed annoyed. She finally came back, telling me the obvious.
Ally: Which was that you weren't hired.
Leonard: Yes.
Ally: And, if you could, tell the Court how you felt when you heard?
Leonard: This was what my whole education, and I suppose, even my life came down to. I was devastated.
Ally: [deliberate pause] Nothing further.
[As Ally goes to sit, Benson rises from his chair and goes onto the floor.]
Benson: Did you feel violated in any way, Mr. Robbins, during the interview?
Leonard: Well I felt scrutinized, maybe. The air seemed very hostile—
Benson: But—
Leonard: No, I didn't feel as if my rights had been violated.
Benson: Did this group of people ever ask you any questions which seemed, even the least bit discriminatory?
Leonard: No. The questions were only about my abilities and experience.
Benson: Tell me, Mr. Robbins—what was it that drew you to this company in the first place?
Leonard: Well, I knew when I was in college that I wanted to be involved with the publishing business. I looked at many companies and this one…they had an extra flair; they did things their own way.
Benson: They did things their own way. And how could you account for this?
Leonard: Well, they're an independent company. They have no smaller businesses to take care of…Stocking Publishing had no preexisting paradigms which could get in their way.
Benson: What if you didn't fit in with this unique company? [slowly] What if these employers actually saw that you would have just been a congestion to the company? You were applying for a position that was fairly high up the ladder. Would you have sacrificed what you loved about this company if it was the only way you could work there?
Leonard: I really doubt I could have had that much influence over the company. Besides, I do feel like I fit in with them—
Benson: But if it that would have been the case…?
Leonard: I…I don't know.
Benson: That's all I have Your Honor.
[A few minutes later in the courtroom, Ally McBeal is now standing in front of Judge Lansing, finishing her closing arguments.]
Ally: [slightly incensed] It's not like the Court is forcing the company to hire Mr. Robbins for this position. He simply wants another interview—he did everything he could to be prepared, and then when he didn't get it…Your Honor, you heard yourself that this man's interview was cut short. [with a tiny tinge of sadness] He is simply asking for another full, objective interview.
[Once again, Ally goes to sit down as Benson goes in front of the judge. Lansing now looks as if the last remnants of his patience have been dissolved. Benson opens his mouth to begin.]
Lansing: Snappy.
Benson: [a pause] Your Honor, you heard the man say it himself: this is a private company who get to play by their own rules. Yes, if Leonard Robbins was applying for a government job, maybe there would be a way to technically prove some negligence, but Stocking Publishing Company has broken no rules. Therefore there is no reason they should be ordered to give another interview. As cruel as this may seem, he would've gotten the job, or, at the very least been called for a follow-up if his interview had been worthy of the employers' time. It is wrong for a company to invert its decision simply because an applicant wanted a job. We all want things, but wanting them doesn't necessarily make them happen. You know it, I know it and most importantly, Mr. Robbins knows it
[Ally shuts the door in one of the "client" rooms of the courthouse as Leonard goes to the window.]
Leonard: You think we have a chance?
Ally: [genuinely] I…I don't know. I'm sure we'll find out soon, though, since it seems we have a judge who likes to do everything snappy.
[Ally has a faint smile on her face, but it fades as she notices Leonard, who is unaffected.]
Ally: [quietly] Leonard…Are you okay?
Leonard: It's just that. I can't help thinking…what if I would've done better in that interview room? I was qualified for sure, so I know it wasn't that. It was me Ally. In all truth I'm the one who caused myself to not be hired. [pleading] If I had only known! Isn't it weird, Ally…the most trivial things we do…they can later blow the whole thing.
Ally: [fakely, trying to cheer him up] But, hey—that's what second chances are for.
Leonard: [turning to face her] But, what if a second chance never comes?
[Ally opens her mouth again to try and offer some false hope, but she's not sure what to say.]
[Back in the courtroom, Judge Lansing comes through the doors, and both the defendant and plaintiff sit back down as he takes his seat.]
Ally: [muttering, very quietly] Make it snappy.
[Lansing looks up sharply, staring at Ms. McBeal, but she only offers a wide, innocent smile.]
Lansing: [thoughtfully] Though many cases are, to say the least, ambiguous in their nature, a moral right and wrong can finally be determined. And in those cases which are initially confusing, I don't find it a bit wrenching to give an unmistakable ruling at the end.
To me, this case still seems ambiguous in its conclusion. I think it's unfortunate that this case has no great weight to it—no one will be sent to jail or fined a great a sum. Yes, a man has built his life around a certain moment and principle; and any ruling will no doubt have an effect on it. But, in a way, I can't look at these circumstances. I must simply and honestly look at what has happened here. And when I do, I see a sovereign body, which, while not above the law, is still free from being ruled by one man's whim. Therefore I regretfully announce that the plaintiff's motion is denied.
[The hitting of a distant gavel can be heard as we see Ally McBeal, sitting behind the table, motionless. The sad stare that has captured her face becomes more clear as we get closer and closer. Finally, a man to her right addresses her.]
Leonard: Miss McBeal…
Ally: [slowly] Yeah.
[The first piano chords of Vonda's "Reason to Believe" start up as the camera pans across Ally and Renee's apartment. It eventually pans to Ally, sitting on the floor in a blanket watching the television screen. As the light from the screen plays across her face we see her regretful demeanor; she takes a sip of wine as Renee comes in from work and flicks on the lights.]
[As Ally is absorbed in what she is watching, we see Renee, in the distance, take off her jacket, notice Ally, and come over to her. She sees a video box and skeptically picks it up.]
Renee: [looking at the box] The Age of Innocence?!
[Renee grabs the remote control, with anger, and flips off the t.v. Ally returns this irate attitude.]
Ally: I'm watching that!
Renee: We haven't gone dancing since you've been back, have we?
Ally: [pause] I don't really think I'm in the mood tonight.
Renee: Please Ally, this is getting ridiculous.
[Renee sighs and finally, reluctantly sits down beside her.]
Renee: Well?
Ally: Remember the case I told you about?
Renee: Yeah. [pause] I take it that it went bad.
Ally: [casually] Oh, the judge denied the motion. But…Renee, it's wrong that because of one messup in your life you have to pay for it forever. I mean, shouldn't there be a cutoff? [large pause] I couldn't help imagining myself being the one in the courtroom getting the sentence from the judge. Remember the dream?
Renee: [dismissingly] Ally—
Ally: [quickly cutting in] When I went there to pick up my husband, the woman said that even the smallest thing could've messed up the whole process!
Renee: Mmm hmm.
Ally: Well obviously she was right.
Do you believe in fate?
Renee: [starting to get up] We've been through this.
Ally: Seriously. [helpless] I just don't think…
Renee: Ally. If you want something. I mean if you really want something, go out and get it, girl. What's stoppin' you? Fate can't hold a candle to you. [serious again] Just don't sit on your skinny little butt and whine about it.
Ally: Like you? Where's your husband?
[Renee, who is now standing, turns around with a look of exaggerated offense.]
Renee: Who says I like boys anyway? Why do you think I was so eager to let you stay here?
[There's a knock on the door and Renee goes over to answer it. Ally simply looks at the floor as Renee and another man's voice can be heard in the background. After a brief conversation Renee shuts the door again and walks into the kitchen.]
Ally: Who was it?
Renee: Oh, just a gentlemen caller for me.
Ally: And you refused?
[Renee is now walking back into the living room with a cup of coffee.]
Renee: Yeah, I told him I had to keep my depressed friend company.
Ally: Is it true?
Renee: [thoughtfully] I hope not the depressed part. [after a pause] So…what's this movie about?
Ally: [with a smile] Missed chances.
[Renee rolls her eyes in contempt. As the camera slowly leaves their apartment we see Ally holding
on to a fleeing Renee, trying to get her to stay in the room to finish the rest of the movie.]
