COACHING
INT. DR LOOPER’S OFFICE, SOME CITY -- DAY
Well thumbed tomes and papers are scattered about the floor. Framed photographs of runners decorate the walls. The thrum of traffic carries from the streets and drifts through an open window. Cars honk. Everything softens to silence. Looper and Bam face each other. Looper’s cluttered desk separates them. A long beat passes, they wait.
BAM
Sorry, I just… You know.
LOOPER
It’s all right.
BAM
It was just that I…Well, sometimes I get a little. It’s not that I’m - you know.
LOOPER
It’s all right to say it. You might even find…
BAM
But I’m not! How many times do you have to be told?
LOOPER stands and pockets his hands. He strolls over to the window and closes it. He looks down at the city. The city’s busy at it.
LOOPER
Do you think the cat will survive?
BAM
I’m not sure. It wasn’t pretty.
LOOPER gives a hard stare at the city streets and then closes the window. He walks back to the desk and sits.
LOOPER
Was that the first time that you…
BAM
What do you take me for?
LOOPER
I think we should move on.
BAM
Yeah, this is costing me some serious coin.
LOOPER
What get’s your goat most – runners who count downhill dashes as pr’s or runners who use PED’s?
BAM
Overtraining!
LOOPER
What?
BAM
There, I said it. Overtraining.
LOOPER
That's great, but what about my question?
BAM looks at one of the pictures on the wall and then stands to take a closer look.
BAM
Is that your man? It is. It's himself.
To be continued…
a.m. 3.5 miles easy. Hope to get out for another easy 3.5 later.
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