Imagine a screenplay ...
WIDE SHOT The roof of an eighty story building in Dallas. Hot summer night. The moon is a silver dollar balanced on a nearby church spire. The lights of the city dance in the heat. Inside a futuristic dome on the roof top there is a deep electronic growl as heavy machinery coils greased cable. There is a clank, a whoosh and footsteps covered by muffled voices, a man and a woman talking. A door cracks open and LINDA emerges. She is a Texas thoroughbred, long legged, wearing a short silver dress with a scooped neckline, diamond earrings, two carats each and that's all. Even her shoes she left at the party. Her strawberry blonde mane, thick and cut rough, shifts on her shoulders in the occasional breeze. There is sweat on her bosom, on her neck and on her upper lip.
TODD follows her out onto the roof. He is six three and dark, the curly hair a short tousled mop. It contrasts with his immaculate Armani suit, dark blue with a fine gold stripe, a garnet Countess Mara tie, highly polished black wing tips, a signet ring on
his left little finger is gold with a filigreed T engraved in it.
LINDA 'Let's go cool off on the roof and look at the view.'Damn, Yankee man, you go for the simple stuff, don't you?
TODD Like scotch, the simple stuff can do its job. Besides, I didn't figure you as one who needed a big song and dance.
LINDA Don't get me wrong Yankee, I like my music and I sure love to dance. But then you know that. I also like my bourbon, but I'll drink whiskey if that's all you got.
Todd pulls a hammered silver flask from his breast pocket.
TODD Will Wild Turkey do?
LINDA Wild anything.
She takes a strong pull at the flask, letting a little go down her throat. The rest she holds in her mouth and, putting a hand behind Todd's neck, pulls his mouth onto her own. She feeds him the bourbon a little at a time until they are both out of breath and dizzy.
LINDA I'm so hot.
TODD You are. But, now who is laying out the corny lines?
LINDA Hell, it's true. I was sure there would be some kind of breeze up here. Wait! Over there! Is that a ghost or is something blowing in the wind?
A bit unsteadily she trots across the pebbled roof to where a pale tarpaulin is fluttering on the low parapet in the moonlight.
LINDA Yankee, come here! Come, look! It's one of those window washing things. You in the mood to wash some windows?
TODD You are spooking me the way you are hanging over that thing. No, wait a minute. I know exactly what you are imagining. Hey. I'm a daring guy when someone I trust is at the controls...
LINDA But you don't trust me, is that it?
