The Weather Girl - pages 1-4

INT. LEONARD'S APARTMENT - DAY

LEONARD (29), nerdy and dressed in a white shirt and slacks,
stands in front of a mirror in a small bedroom. A television
behind him is tuned to the morning weather report.

WEATHERMAN
(muffled)
Looks like nothing but blue skies
today.

Leonard takes a deep breath and fastens a tie around his
neck.

WEATHERMAN (CONT'D)
(muffled)
Temperature should be in the middle
to high seventies without a cloud
in sight. I guess we're in luck,
it's just another perfect day here.

Leonard puts on a suit jacket.

Leonard shakes his shoulders and looks into the mirror.



INT. CARRIE'S APARTMENT - DAY

CARRIE (35), pretty though showing a little age, walks with
her cellphone on her ear. The apartment appears cute,
decorated with stuffed animals and crafts. A briefcase sits
on an end table.

CARRIE
No problem, sir, everything is
right on schedule. I'll present at
the meeting this afternoon.

Carrie closes her phone and smiles.

A tea kettle starts whistling from the kitchen.

Carrie turns to the side as she takes a step forward. As she
does this, she kicks the end table with her foot, knocking
off her briefcase.

The briefcase hits the floor, sending papers everywhere.

Carrie jumps up and down, holding her foot.

CARRIE (CONT'D)
Oww, oww, oww, goddammit!



EXT. GOVERNMENT BUILDING - DAY

Leonard, dressed in his suit, walks to the top of a subway
tunnel and stops. Leonard looks to the sky and holds out his
hand.

The sky is gray.

A few drops of rain hit Leonard's hand.

Leonard looks confused.

Leonard ducks and runs towards a dull gray building with
American flags on the wall.



INT. HOMELAND SECURITY - DAY

Leonard, looking a little wet, enters a glass door. The door
reads, "Department of Homeland Security." Inside, a
receptionist sits behind a desk. A sofa sits against a wall.

Leonard walks to the receptionist.

LEONARD
Hi, my name is Leonard Young. I
have an appointment with Lieutenant
Barker.

RECEPTIONIST
Oh yes, the job interview. I'll be
a few minutes, so if you could just
have a seat.

LEONARD
Thank you.

Leonard sits on the sofa.

Leonard fidgets and brushes water droplets off his jacket.

RECEPTIONIST
Would you like a towel?

LEONARD
No, it's alright. I thought the
weather guy said it'd be nice
today.

RECEPTIONIST
Eh, you know how much to believe
the weather report.

Leonard nods and takes a deep breath.



INT. BARKER'S OFFICE - DAY

Leonard sits with his arms and legs crossed on one side of a
fancy desk. A nameplate on the desk reads, "Lieutenant
Francis Barker, Director of Special Operations." On the
opposite side sits Barker (60), a gruff, grizzled man.

Barker looks at Leonard's resume. The resume lists, "Harvard
BS Mathematics and Probability, Stanford Master's in
Communication, Financial Analysis, etc."

BARKER
Impressive numbers, Leonard.

LEONARD
Thank you, Lieutenant Barker.

Barker sets down the resume.

BARKER
But what they tell me is that
you're best when there's no numbers
involved. Like you can make sense
out of things where no one else's
got a clue.

LEONARD
Heh, well, uh, I was able to find
Wall Street trends that followed
seemingly no mathematical formula.

BARKER
Interesting. How?

LEONARD
Excuse me?

BARKER
No numbers, no proof, nothing to
show your trend. How'd you get
anyone to listen to you.

LEONARD
Well, uh, there's always the bottom
line. I showed the VPs my
predictions for eight straight
weeks, and after I was right every
week, they just decided to trust
me.

Barker leans back in his chair. Outside the window, the
skies are cloudy.

BARKER
So, how'd you make these
predictions?

LEONARD
Heh, I really don't know, I guess I
can just feel the trends or
something. Like I just kind of
know what'll happen inside, you
know?

Barker crosses his arms.

BARKER
Feel the trends, huh?

LEONARD
Uh, well, even if we can't see it,
there is some knowledge to the
universe.

Barker nods.

BARKER
Thank you, we'll be in touch.

Leonard blinks.

LEONARD
Thank you, Lieutenant Barker.

Leonard stands and exits the office.



EXT. GOVERNMENT BUILDING - DAY

Leonard walks with his head down under gray skies.

Suddenly, Leonard stops and leans to the side as someone's
briefcase bumps him.

Leonard looks up and sees a surprised Carrie.

CARRIE
Oh, I'm sorry.

LEONARD
No, no, it's fine.

Leonard smiles and chuckles a little.

Carrie looks down with a little smile.

Leonard and Carrie continue along their way, walking away
from each other.

Leonard glances back, over his shoulder, at Carrie.

As Leonard turns forward again, Carrie glances back, over her
shoulder, at Leonard.

Carrie continues walking with a small grin.

A ray of sunlight cracks through the clouds.