MONTAAAAGE!

(The closing of CECELIA’S door does a quick jump cut to the opening of LEW’s door the next morning. He steps out with a mile-wide smile on his face and inhales deeply.)

LEW: Ahhh…

(he tugs on his waistcoat proudly.)

Another day in God’s country!

(Of course, as soon as he says that someone next door starts shouting, another tenant starts banging on a wall, and you can hear a baby shrieking. Still, LEW is unfazed. He plops the tweed trilby on his head and bops down the hallway, a spring in his step and a song in his hear that manifests into the soundtrack. His voice is very different from HENRY’s, low and a little more gravelly, but not off-putting. It has its own charms.)

LEW:
Woke up this mornin’ feelin’ fine
There’s somethin’ special on my mind
Last night I met a new girl in the neighbourhood, whoa yeah
Somethin’ tells me I’m into something good

(He sings his own backup for this verse)

*Somethin’ tells me I’m into somethin’*

(He emerges from the stairwell onto the lower floor of his building, and as he continues down the hallway VERA pops her head out with a lunch tin, grinning just as broadly as he does. As he passes her door, he gives her a peck on the cheek and offers her his arm. She gladly accepts, and the two stroll out of the building.)

She’s the kind of girl who’s not too shy
And I can tell I’m her kind of guy
She danced close to me like I hoped she would

VERA: (singing backup)
*she danced with me like I hoped she would*

LEW:
Somethin’ tells me I’m into something good

VERA:
(Somethin’ tells me I’m into somethin’)

(They have now reached outside of his building, into the hustle and bustle of the morning commute. The general noise underscores everything like its own unique symphony.)

LEW: (looking at VERA lovingly)
We only danced for a minute or two
But then she stuck close to me the whole night through
Can I be fallin’ in love
She’s everthing I’ve been dreamin’ of

(They zip past the Gypsy Moth busker, who winks at the camera and adds his bit of backup)

BUSKER:
She’s everthing he’s been dreamin’ of

(They is now at Desmond’s barrow in the marketplace, buying a coffee.)
LEW:
I walked her home and she held my hand
I knew it couldn’t be just a one-night stand

(He says the last line privately to Desmond, who smiles, but probably because VERA overheard him and gives him a sound wallop, causing him to recant.)

LEW:
So I asked to see her next week and she told me I could

(DESMOND joins in good-naturedly, probably thinking of his own Molly at home with her pretty face.)
DESMOND:
I asked to see her and she told me I could

LEW:
Somethin’ tells me I’m into something good

(There’s and odd sort of melodiousness to the crush of the open air market. It almost seems to have its own music, and it seems like its singing along with LEW, even if it couldn’t…logically…)
Somethin’ tells me I’m into somethin’
Somethin’ tells me I’m into somethin’, ahhh

(There’s a short instrumental where LEW says goodbye to VERA and finishes his walk to work: Buying a croissant from a French bug with a moustache, of course, helps a group of young ants get their ball out of a tree with a well timed toss of his trilby, and goes about helping all, to their slight consternation, as if afraid he could “stink” them at any moment. Finally, LEW reaches his construction site. He begins working as he sings the last chorus.)

LEW:
I walked her home and she held my hand
I knew it couldn’t be just a one-night stand

(The CONSTRUCTION BUGS nudge each other and wink inappropriately at the last line, as they are wont to do.)

LEW:
So I asked to see her next week and she told me I could

(A few of the coworkers add their own groaning, “get a load of this guy” backup harmony.)

CONSTRUCTION BUGS:
I asked to see her and she told me I could

LEW:
Somethin’ tells me I’m into something good

BUGS:
somethin’ tells me I’m into somethin’

LEW:
Somethin’ tells me I’m into something good

BUGS:
(somethin’ tells me I’m into somethin’)

LEW:
To something good, oh yeah, something good

BUGS:
(somethin’ tells me I’m into somethin’)

LEW:
To something good, something good, something good

(and so on. The entire scene ends with all of the bugs getting into the song, juggling hammers, using i-beams as balancing toys, and generally faffing about. They finish in a grand display, but are immediately cowed as MR. GRAVES slams open the door to his trailer and shouts.)

GRAVES: GET BACK TO WORK, YOU WORTHLESS LUMPS!

(he slams the door again, and the bugs dejectedly, embarrassedly, return to work. At the end of work, LEW notices an interesting flyer posted in bright orange on the fence outside the worksite as he meets HENRY to walk home.)

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