BERNIE
is at a table, working a jigsaw puzzle. He tries to match up one
piece in a few places, gets frustrated, and bounces the piece
off the table. RUSS enters.
RUSS:
Hey, Bernie.
BERNIE:
Hi ya, Russ.
RUSS:
Jigsaw puzzle, huh?
BERNIE:
Yeah, but I'm about ready to call it quits. I've been working on
this thing every day for three years, and it's still looking nothing
like the Eiffel Tower. All I have is a kid with a balloon and a
fruit cart. Yeah, maybe if I could give it more than two minutes
a day, I'd be going faster, but who has that kind of time for a
hobby?
RUSS:
I hear ya.
BERNIE:
So how was your day?
RUSS:
Oh, splendid. Lost my appeal, and my client's going to the chair.
BERNIE:
You're kidding.
RUSS:
Nope.
BERNIE:
The old lady who whacked her husband with an ax?
RUSS:
It wasn't her, Bernie. It was the neighbor with the lazy eye. But
the prosecutors with their fancy, big law staff made a bigger impression
on the jury.
BERNIE:
Bummer.
RUSS:
I really thought I had this one. It was my first priority the last
few months.
BERNIE:
I know.
RUSS:
First thing every morning, I gave the case a full five minutes.
Sometimes six. Looking up a new law. Asking Mrs. Merton another
question about the real killer. What do they want from me? Overtime?
Is that what it takes to get justice?
BERNIE:
I bet Mrs. Merton is burned up over it.
RUSS:
She will be June 19.
BERNIE:
Well, hey, now that that's out of the way, you can help me with
my divorce.
RUSS:
You're getting a divorce?
BERNIE:
Apparently. Erin left me a note this morning. Gave me some sob story
about how I never communicate, never pay attention or whatever.
I didn't read it that close.
RUSS:
You two seemed like you were so close.
BERNIE:
We were. I mean my job and my hobby kept me busy most of the day,
but she got the first word every morning"Morning, dear.
Sleep well?"-and the last, "G'night, babe."
RUSS:
You were so dedicated to her.
BERNIE:
She's planning to take me to the cleaners. She wants the house,
the boat, the kids, half my retirement and
(Trying not
to cry) the PT Cruiser.
RUSS:
No! Not the Cruiser!
BERNIE:
That's what she took when she left with the kids.
RUSS:
Don't worry, buddy. You'll be my first priority, just like Mrs.
Merton was.
BERNIE:
Great. Maybe we can go to the chair together this June.
RUSS:
Have faith, my boy. I'll take care of you. Who's representing Erin?
BERNIE:
The law offices of Jerry Flecker.
Musical
sting, like the television attorney commercials.
RUSS:
Let's settle this one.
BERNIE:
I'm doomed.
RUSS:
Hey, think of it as an adventure. You get to start all over as a
single guy. Find yourself a nice bachelor pad. You have some money
saved up, right?
BERNIE:
I've been putting a little away the last year.
RUSS:
How much do you have?
BERNIE:
Fifty-two bucks.
RUSS:
Fifty-two dollars??? You only saved a dollar a week?
BERNIE:
I get paid every two weeks. So I saved two dollars every paycheck.
RUSS:
That's not going to get you very far.
BERNIE:
My life is over, Russ. I've lost my family and everything I've worked
for.
RUSS:
Hey, don't take that downer attitude. Look at the bright side.
BERNIE
looks up for hope.
RUSS:
Without her in your life, you've got at least an extra 30 seconds
a day to work on the jigsaw puzzle.
Lights
out.