th)
brian, open up. dont ignore me.
brian leans into eps out to join him.
brian
youre not even catholic, maggie -- you
really s come to confession.
le man. ther for a
beat.
maggie
im sorry. im just so stressed out
about t slime-ball reporter being in
town. i jus o come wa you he
migart asking you
all kinds of ridiculous questions.
brian moves as in a nearby pew.
brian
actually, he only asked me one
ridiculous question. t
so bad.
maggie
(sliding along
the pew)
? you talked to ell
ed before you ?
brian
yes, yes, im sure i only did you good,
maggie.
maggie
did he ask?
a woman, mrs. murphy, rushes in.
mrs. murphy
fatoo late?
brian
no, no.
mrs. murphy
it take long. jus two venials.
to to .
brian
only respectful t did we
kind
of music did you like... did you ruin
my life anding at
tar...
maggie
and w did you say?
brian
you when
clearly w o me is as
god intended?
maggie
(relieved)
good one! thanks.
brian
it o be how i feel.
brian sits next to maggie.
maggie
god... of course. im sorry -- i mean,
im...
(sighs)
brian -- ive got to go. the mans a
lunatic, but i knoly where hes
going next.
brian
god bless you, maggie.
sus to rus, tops herself.
maggie
o, my purse.
so to mrs. murphy.
maggie (contd)
excuse me, sorry, forgot my purse.
good luck.
maggie closes tain and tus to brian.
maggie (contd)
ait -- he ridiculous
question he asked?
brian smiles mischievously.
brian
ed to know o like
your eggs.
maggie
eird. like after all those years you
would remem--
sarts to go, tops in racks as she hears:
brian
(interrupting)
-- scrambled, , pepper and
dill. same as me.
maggie looks at brian. suddenly, soo.
maggie
(tenderly)
im really sorry t i you, brian.
brian
im o
be. but if you ever become a catholic,
may i ask you a favor, maggie?
maggie
of course.
brian
could your confess to fatrick
from now on?
maggie
of course.
and s. brian goes back into the confessional.
ext. gills garage - day
maggie drives up to an old brick fire is noo
garage. t;gills garage“.
int. gills garage - day
maggie rus.
several cars, including a yellow jeep-like car up on a hydraulic
lift, are in the funky garage.
maggie
gill? lydia? gill?
a crastering
in spanis stumbles gill chavez, 34, wearing a grease-
stained grateful dead tie-dyed t-s. riumply,
e tape in his hands.
gill
!
maggie regards ient h.
maggie
found w?
gill looks up and gives maggie a fond, hazy smile.
gill
mags! ape from the
radio city music --
remember t nigrying to get
jerry to let me sit in on “ripple“?
tte from its case. its broken. tape
is dangling from tte.
gill (contd)
(disappointed)
o for you.
gill picks up an electric guitar and starts to play