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The Planet, Alice, Shane and Dana sit at a table having coffee and waiting for Bette to join them.
(Alice) So, I have a name…
Alice holds up a piece of paper proudly.
(Alice) And a cell number
She places the piece of paper on the table triumphantly. Shane picks it up and examines it, and then hands it to Dana.
(Dana) Tina Kennard
She looks at Alice, impressed.
(Dana) Good work
(Dana) Will you give it to her now?
(Alice) No I’m going to wait until after her opening next week. She’s so stressed and focused on that, I figure this can be a nice surprise on the other side
Shane takes a sip of coffee and then looks over at Alice.
(Shane) Nice job Al. Though what’s the plan here?
(Alice frowns) What do you mean? Give it to Bette. That’s the plan
(Shane smiles) Well ok, but if Tina didn’t want anything more when they left Majorca, why do we think now will be any different?
(Alice) Because it’s Bette fucking Porter we’re talking about
Shane and Dana smile at her.
(Alice) Tina will have come around, I’m sure. And anyway I can’t stand another day of this sad, moping excuse for a fucking…
(Shane) Hey, Bette!
Dana and Shane both look past Alice with broad smiles on their faces as Bette arrives and stands behind Alice, eyeing them all suspiciously. She watches Alice not so subtly slide a piece of paper from the table and place it in her purse.
Bette takes a seat next to her after a moment and picks up a menu.
(Bette) Whatever you lot are plotting please just leave me out of it
Alice smiles over at her.
(Alice) No problem
The waitress brings over a coffee for Bette and takes their breakfast orders. Alice looks Bette up and down while she orders and then speaks to her once the waitress has moved away.
(Alice) Is it just me or do you look particularly done up today?
(Bette) I shouldn’t take that as a reflection on how I usually look?
(Alice) Ah, no. You always look fabulous, but there is something about today, isn’t there? Am I wrong?