meet you outside. the el camino, right? the bar fly nods. exits. gina turns to hancock. takes his face in her hands, studies him.
your eyes are calm. it's good. she withdraws her hands.
but you're still here. she rises. and as she makes for the exit.
nice haircut. hancock watches as the night swallows her whole. he inhales the rest of his cigarette - pensive.
i've been waiting. they stare for one horny beat. hancock moves into her. buries his head into her bosoms, looking for solace. she takes him in, very maternal this gina.
come on, baby. relax.
you can. the phone begins to ring - but they're busy.
let it go, baby. just let it.
 go.
don't give up, now. he lets her down. tears out of the booth. finds the sky.