FADE IN:

EXT. PARK - DAY

It's a nice municipal park.  Trees for shade, a pond for the
ducks, swings and things for the kids.  It's mid-week and mid-
day, so the park isn't too crowded.

GRAHAM EBERSOLE is sitting in the shade of a tree reading a book
for one of his assignments.  He's currently enrolled at the
local community college.

BERNICE TRACKER is walking slowly along one of the paths.  She
has to use her cane, but she will not let age get in the way of
regular exercise.

Ebersole notices Tracker out of the corner of his eye.  At her
present rate, it will take her a minute or so to get to where he
is studying.

                        EBERSOLE (V.O.)
          Dammit!  Why does she have to come by here.

He doesn't put down the book.  He keeps holding it like he's
reading it, but his mind is only on Tracker.

                        EBERSOLE (V.O.)
          I can't stand that woman.  Always meddling
          in other people's business.  Why can't she
          just keep to herself?

He tries to get back to his book, but he's too wound up now.

                        EBERSOLE (V.O.)
          I guess I'm just going to have to study at
          the school from now on.  Why does this
          happen to me?

Tracker is in conversational range now.

                        TRACKER
          Hello, Graham.  How are you today?

Ebersole looks up at her and answers in the politest voice he
owns.

                        EBERSOLE
          Fine, Mrs. Tracker.  You look well today.

                        TRACKER
          Thank you, Graham.  It's a beautiful day to
          do your homework outside.

                        EBERSOLE
          Yes, I like to study in the park.  It's so
          relaxing.

He shifts topics slightly.

                        EBERSOLE
          Is Mr. Tracker okay?

                        TRACKER
          Oh, I'm sure he is.  Fred said his hip was
          just a little stiff this morning and he
          doesn't want to overdo it.

                        EBERSOLE
          Give him my best.

                        TRACKER
          I certainly will.

She starts to move along.

                        TRACKER
          Well, I better keep moving.  Need my
          exercise.  See you later, Graham.

                        EBERSOLE
          Bye, Mrs. Tracker.

He continues to ignore the book in his lap as he watches her put
some distance between them.

                        EBERSOLE (V.O.)
          Meddling bitch.  Always has to stick her
          nose in everyone else's business.  I'm
          surprised Fred hasn't killed her yet.

He finally returns to his book.

                                                   FADE TO BLACK.


                             The End