Looking for Completion - the Looking Movie!

Act III Scene Two

Two days later at the MDG offices, Patrick and Owen are pretending to work while constantly looking into the conference room where Kevin is sitting with three senior executives.

Owen: Ok, now it's been two hours.

Patrick: Would you stop already. You're driving me crazy.

Owen: You mean that the fact that the CEO of MDG has been sitting in the room with your boyfriend for the past two hours, talking about god knows what, isn't already freaking you out?

Patrick: Owen, I'm trying to remain calm here. I know as much as you do. But, they've been smiling and laughing right? I mean, if they were firing him or something wouldn't it be over by now?

Owen: Why the fuck would they be firing him? In their eyes he's a superstar. If one of you had to go, you know it would be you, right?

Patrick: Thanks for the vote of confidence. They only just promoted us. Why the hell would they be firing us already? We haven't even had a chance to fuck up yet. Though maybe we should work a little harder at putting the team together. It wouldn't hurt to show some results, and you know Meredith HAS to be on the team. I am NOT giving her any reasons to hate me more.

Owen: Relax. I already agreed she should be on the team. Anyway, she's good at what she does. You really can't tell what's going on in there?

Patrick: Owen. We're gay. We don't have super-telepathic powers.

Owen: Dick. I mean, hasn't he texted, or e-mailed or messaged you? He knows you must be freaking out.

Patrick: I am NOT freaking out? I'm perfectly calm.

(Patrick's phone buzzes. Patrick and Owen look at each other before Patrick dives for his phone)

Patrick: Oh shit. He texted me.

Owen: Well what the fuck does it say?

(Patrick laughs)

Patrick: 'Get back to work or you're both fired. Everything's ok'

Owen: That's it? No details?

Patrick: He's probably texting under the table. But he's obviously seen us staring so let's pretend to look busy. Take out a notepad or something. Start writing.

Owen: A notepad? Do we even have those here?

(Patrick swivels his chair around)

Patrick: Alright, just get your laptop and start typing. I'll keep my back to them and you can tell me what's going on.

Owen: Cool your jets, James Bond. They're all getting up. It looks like the meeting is over.

Patrick: Oh shit. Ok.

(Patrick and Owen watch as the men leave the conference room, laughing and shaking hands. Kevin stands watching as the others leave the floor, then turns to head back to his office. He catches Patrick's eye and smiles, nodding his head subtly to his office for Patrick to follow.)

Owen: I want details, so none of this boyfriend confidentiality crap, ok?

(Ignoring Owen, Patrick follows Kevin into his office, shutting the door behind him)

Patrick: So?

Kevin: You know the two of you couldn't have been more obvious. Thank god those men didn't know one of the two idiots was my boyfriend.

Patrick: Whatever. What did they want?

Kevin: Probably for their employees to act in a professional manner and earn their paychecks?