In the darkness we hear the song âAlone with Youâ by The Sunnyboys (1981).
A date appears on a screen above the stage: â2007â.
Lights fade up. LISA (45) and TOM (50) are sitting on Tomâs couch in lamplight, kissing. Theyâre fully clothed. LISA is straddling TOMâs lap.
As âAlone with Youâ fades TOM pulls LISA closer, but she starts wincing.
LISA: Ooh⌠Umm, I just⌠Sorry, I have toâŚ
She pulls away.
TOM: Lisa? Sorry. Was I being too�
LISA: No, itâs my knees.
Sheâs torn between embarrassment and amusement as she climbs off his lap and sits beside him, stretching her legs.
Theyâre not what they used to be.
TOM: [smiling] Are you okay?
LISA: Iâm fineâIâve just got under-developed adductor muscles, according to my Pilates teacher.
TOM: I didnât know that you did Pilates.
LISA: I donât do it very well.
They laugh.
I shouldnât say that, itâs not a competitive sport⌠Have you ever noticed how before forty your physical ailments just go away? But after forty they hang around and become a management issue?
TOM: Thatâs so true.
He smiles at her shyly. She leans in and kisses him. They start up again.
[Murmuring] Iâve got a prolapsed disc.
LISA: A prolapsed what?
TOM: Disc. With an âsâ. In my lower back.
LISA: [laughing] Oh⌠you poor thingâŚ
TOM: I moved the fridge the wrong way one day and I just felt my back slip out.
LISA: Ouch.
TOM: Yeah. It comes and goes.
LISA: Do you do Pilates?
TOM: No, but people keep telling me I should.
LISA: Theyâre probably right.
TOM: So you like Pilates?
LISA: I like leaving Pilates. Iâm not mad about it when Iâm actually there, but I can feel it doing me good.
TOM: I should think about it. When Grace says, âDaddy, hang me upside down!â, I have to say, âSorry, sweetie, donât forget Daddyâs bad backâ.
LISA: Oh⌠Well, at least it doesnât stop you from giving her a cuddle.
TOM: No, but I think sheâd beat me in an arm wrestle.
LISA laughs. TOM leans over and gently guides her onto her back. He climbs on top of her. LISA is self-conscious about her middle-aged body.
LISA: Could you turn out the light?
TOM switches off the lamp. We see their shapes in the darkness as they kiss. Seconds pass.
TOM: [in the darkness] You know, you could claim your Pilates as a deduction.
LISA: [in the darkness] Could I?
TOM: [in the darkness] I shouldnât bring up tax.
LISA: [in the darkness] No, itâs okay. Could I really?
TOM: [in the darkness] Absolutely. Youâre a journalist. You spend most of your time at a computerâthat messes with your neck and shoulder muscles.
LISA: [in the darkness] I should have thought of that.
TOM: [in the darkness] Thatâs my job. Why donât you bring itâ?
LISA: [interrupting] Shit. Tom, thereâs something underâŚ
TOM turns on the light. LISA reaches under her bum and pulls out a pair of reading glasses with a crooked arm.
Oh no, itâs glasses! Iâm sorry. I didnât see them.
TOM: Donât worry, that armâs always been wonky.
LISA: Weally?
TOM: Yes, weally. Why donât you bring me your Pilates receipts? You need deductions because you donât have dependents.
LISA: Which reminds me, Iâm supposed to be interviewing you about your dependents⌠which I guess makes this another deduction....