Enconters

ELLIOT: How come?
DAVID: I'm having difficulty with the plot and characters.
ELLIOT: What's it about?
DAVID: A lot of things. It's difficult to explain.
ELLIOT: I have a friend who wants to be a writer. He never tells me about anything until it's
finished.
DAVID: Is he any good?
ELLIOT: He's great. I bet one day he'll be famous.
DAVID: Well, I used to write all the time when I was your age. The more practice the better.
ELLIOT: I'll tell him that.
DAVID: What about yourself? What would you like to do?
ELLIOT: Don't even get me started. I haven't a fucking clue. I know what my parents and teachers
want me to do, but I don't know what I want do myself.
DAVID: What do your parents want you to do?
ELLIOT: Law. My dad's a barrister and he thinks I'd be good at it. I'm not so sure though.
DAVID: (Pauses. Stares at Elliot). Well ... you've got to go with what you really want yourself.
ELLIOT: The problem is I don't really know what I want.
DAVID: No one does when they're your age. I still don't even know what I want.
ELLIOT: I just wish I was little again. I had it all figured out then. I was going to be a professional
football player.
Me and my mate, we used to go down to the beach and play football in the sand or even in the
street. We were both pretty shit actually, but that didn't matter because we had it all figured out.
I just wish things were still like that.
DAVID: So do I. What I would give to still be playing football with my friend.
ELLIOT: That was the life, right? Wednesday afternoons, jumpers as goalposts, running down to
the sea and chasing the waves ...
DAVID: How?
ELLIOT: Hmm?
DAVID: I used to play football on the beach too, my friend and I..
ELLIOT: Football on the beach was the best. God, I love the beach.