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 INT. INNER SPACE DISPENSARY - DAY (Behind the counter stands lovely PROVIDENCE, 20s, in stylish, sexy hippy garb, cell phone to her ear.) PROVIDENCE: I told you, I'm not going to try out. I don't want to be a model, okay?... No Eve, you're beautiful. I'm interesting... Because I like it here. It's chill, I have the perfect boss, that is, no boss, he's not a boss, and I get to meet fun and interesting... Hmm... No, it's empty now. (sees Teenage Boys come in) Wait. Not anymore. TEENAGE BOY 2: I don't know, man. TEENAGE BOY 1: It's cool. You just gotta be cool, dude. (Providence watches the Teens as they gradually make their way to the glass jars of weed. On the phone--) PROVIDENCE: I'm going to have to talk to Mo Joe about this. We can't be letting people just take little buds without paying or even showing I.D... (sees Teens reach in jars) Yeah, WE. I'm his only employee. More like a partner, really, considering how much he depends on me for, like, good judgment. (Customers come in and browse. Esther is visible through the window. Providence sees the Teen Boys hold up little buds to her, wave, move toward the door. Into the phone--) PROVIDENCE: Damn it! I'll call you back. (disconnects; to Teens) Hey, you two! Can I see your IDs? (The Teens pretend not to hear her and stroll to the door. They open it to the sight of Esther who takes in the situation, holds her ground.) TEENAGE BOY 1: Uh, excuse me. ESTHER: Uh, didn't you forget something? TEENAGE BOY 1: Uh, what's that? ESTHER: Oh, I don't know. To pay? PROVIDENCE: Can I see some IDs, boys? (The Teenage Boys try to stare her down, but finally hand over the buds and skulk out the door.) PROVIDENCE: (to Esther) Hey, thanks. Do you want to work here? AT THE COUNTER ESTHER: You might want to keep the jars a little, I don't know, closer to the counter. PROVIDENCE: I agree a hundred percent. I'll discuss it with my partner when he comes in. ESTHER: (surprised) Partner? You mean business partner? Sorry. You're just kind of young... PROVIDENCE: (after sharing a smile) Actually, I like him. I mean, for a business partner. He lets me manage things while he takes care of the money and ownership and all that stuff. ESTHER: (gets the picture) Well, good. That's perfect. Uh, you don't expect him in anytime soon? PROVIDENCE: (shrugs) He's kind of like unpredictable. Which is cool. As long as you don't expect anything of him. ESTHER: Right. (puts down business card) I'm Esther. I'm a medical marijuana advocate. PROVIDENCE: Wow. That's way cool. I was wondering why we didn't have any, you know... ESTHER: Me too. I'm really glad to have met you. Just between us, Mo or Mo Joe or whatever his name-- PROVIDENCE: Mo Joe. He creeped you out, didn't he? I wouldn't take it personally. (Isaac enters through the front door.) PROVIDENCE: It's this sort of condition he has. ESTHER: What, you mean being male? PROVIDENCE: Yeah right! No, actually it's like a form of psychosis or something. Whatever he imagines, he sees. ESTHER: He sees. Like-- PROVIDENCE: Really sees. Like it's right in front of his face. And believe me, he has a vivid imagination. ESTHER: (off shared laugh) Wait. You don't mean... (glances down at blouse; Providence nods) Doesn't it bother you? PROVIDENCE: I take it as a compliment. And he's always really nice to me. I think it actually helps me... (Esther smiles understanding, then notices Providence watching Isaac as he moves subtly toward the weed jars.) ISAAC: (undertone) Just face up to it, Isaac. It's not illegal. It's not poison. ESTHER: Better keep your eye on that one. What's your name, by the way? PROVIDENCE: Providence. ESTHER: Providence. Nice Christian name. PROVIDENCE: My mom is, totally. Well, for an ex-hippy. They weren't expecting me and then I turned out to be a gift or whatever. My dad wanted to call me Destiny but my mom won out, I guess. I mean, obviously, since my name is Providence. (She rolls her eyes at her own chatter. Esther smiles affectionately. Isaac unscrews the lid of a jar, sniffs at it.) ESTHER: Well, I think it's providence that you and I met. San Diego needs an outlet for medical marijuana. There's a lot of suffering people out there. If you can go to bat with your business partner-- PROVIDENCE: Oh, I will. I will. But you should give him a second... (She notices a print of the cell phone pic of Esther taped to the back of the counter.) ...chance. You know, maybe you're right. I'll just go to bat with him and I'll call you. ESTHER: That would be great. Thanks, Providence. Nice...very nice meeting you. (Providence approaches Isaac as he holds a big bud.) PROVIDENCE: Hi there. Can I see your I.D.? ISAAC: Uh, sure. Just a second. Sorry about that. (He drops the bud back in the jar, replaces the lid, then reaches for his wallet.) PROVIDENCE: Look. Never mind. If you weren't planning to buy any. (But by now she's holding his driver's license.) PROVIDENCE: So you only look fifteen. Nebraska, eh? You just visiting or what? (off his pained silence) Look, it's none of my business. ISAAC: (blurts) I'm looking for a job. Delivering...marijuana. PROVIDENCE: Awesome. You're hired. ISAAC: But... PROVIDENCE: You have a driver's license. Though you'll have to get a California one. I take it you have a car. And auto insurance. ISAAC: Yes, but... PROVIDENCE: You can start today if you want. Now. We've been losing out on business right and left because Mo Joe... Okay. But what? ISAAC: The guy...the head guy... PROVIDENCE: Mo Joe. ISAAC: Said no go. PROVIDENCE: He's said that to every applicant so far. Don't worry, I'll take care of Mo Joe. He's like putty in my hands. ISAAC: Thank you! Thank you so much! You don't know how much this means to me. Only...can I ask you something? Why me? PROVIDENCE: Because! (at a loss, then--) Because...you have an honest face. (Isaac's honest face looms in a close-up.)
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