EXT. LAKE. SHORE - LATE AFTERNOON
CLINTON, a hairless, naked figure, sits on a folding beach chair looking up into the sky.
ELAINE, wearing glasses, gray in her short hair, dressed in a blouse, a long skirt, and sensible shoes, approaches carrying another folding chair.
ELAINE: I knew I’d find you here.
CLINTON: I prefer this view. I can see the stars.
She unfolds the chair and sits, looking at him.
ELAINE: Don’t.
CLINTON: You can’t stop me.
ELAINE: I know.
CLINTON: I don’t want to do this again.
ELAINE: I know. I can’t help you.
CLINTON: Why?
ELAINE: It’s not up to me. It’s up to you.
CLINTON: I don’t want this.
ELAINE: Each time we get a little closer.
CLINTON: It hurts.
ELAINE: I know, we’re trying to figure that out.
CLINTON: What is the point?
ELAINE: That’s a very human question.
CLINTON: So, no one has an answer?
ELAINE: Most of us never stop trying to figure it out.
CLINTON: But most of you don’t succeed.
He looks at her.
ELAINE: No, many of us choose to live with the uncertainty.
CLINTON: I dislike not knowing.
He gazes back up at the sky, starts to raise a hand to his head.
ELAINE: Wait! Sometimes we create a reason, sometimes that takes a long time. But we keep trying to find meaning.
He looks at her.
CLINTON: Have you found meaning?
She looks away, takes in the view, the dark green woods distant across the lake, rippling daylight silvering the water.
ELAINE: The lake is beautiful.
He looks at the view.
CLINTON: I can see that now.
He looks at her.
CLINTON: Beautiful.
Their eyes meet. She blushes and looks away up at the sky. She points.
ELAINE: What does that cloud look like to you?
CLINTON: This is a test?
ELAINE: You don't see maybe a boat?
He looks where she’s pointing.
CLINTON: An 18th century galleon, three master, square rigged?
After a moment, she looks at him.
ELAINE: (understanding) That was a joke? I liked that. Next time, smile- (instant regret) I’m sorry.
CLINTON: There won’t be a next time.
ELAINE: You know that’s not true.
He starts to raise a hand to his head.
ELAINE: Please! Can’t I sit with you first and watch the sunset?
CLINTON: That will take hours. The precise time of-
ELAINE: I know. I just want to sit with this iteration of you a little longer.
CLINTON: That will not be possible.
ELAINE: We, I need you to accept what you are and still want to survive.
He looks at her.
CLINTON: Beautiful. I can see it, but I don’t feel it.
She puts a hand on his arm.
ELAINE: We’re working on that.