The sound of a wooden match struck once, Nothing.  Twice and
               a spark flashes on the screen.  Third time and a flame flares
               in slow motion, giving a glimpse of the tip of a woman’s
               cigarette.

               The flame settles to a slow burn and the match tip trembles.

               The cigarette is held by fingertips with blood red nails.
               Richard’s shaking hand cups the flame.  The steady tip of the
               cigarette moves to the flame.  The woman’s lips inhale.  The
               cigarette tip glows.  She exhales smoke and words.

                                   JANE
                         I prefer lighters to matches.

               The match falls.  The screen is black.  The sound of a
               lighter trying to ignite.  Once, nothing; twice nothing;
               third time, flame erupts.  The dangerously beautiful face of
               JANE LENHART emerges from the smoke.  The flame brings the
               bar into focus.  Richard was right, she is too perfect.

               INT. COLLEGE BAR — NIGHT

               RICHARD JORDAN is dressed casually and in out of date
               fashion.  His glasses are bland.  He looks like a college
               professor.  Jane is the most alluring and flawlessly dressed
               woman there.  Richard offers the lighter’s flame.  Jane
               coldly gazes at the flame.  Richard notices the cigarette is
               already burning.

                                   RICHARD
                         My name is Richard, well, Rich.

                                   JANE
                         Rich.  Actually, I prefer Dick.

                                   RICHARD/DICK
                         OK.  Hi, my name is Dick.

                                   JANE
                         Of course it is.

               Jane evaluates him as she inhales.

                                   DICK
                         Well, I, um .. guess it’s lit.

               Dick turns and shuffles away.  Jane waits until he is nearly
               out of hearing.  Carl offers Dick a beer toast to failure
               from his new position, sitting next to the plain blonde.

               Jane gestures with the burning cigarette.

                                   JANE
                         You should just wait until this one
                         is done and light the next.

               She crushes the cigarette out, picks up the whiskey straight
               and drinks the remaining half glass.  Jane runs her fingertip
               around the glass rim.  Dick misses the signal.  Jane pulls
               out another cigarette.  Dick grabs the wood matches.

                                   DICK
                         Here, let me get that.

               Jane glares.  He drops the matches like they are already on
               fire.  He takes out his lighter and it lights first try.

                                   JANE
                         You can learn.

                                   DICK
                         I have sisters.

                                   JANE
                         They trained you well.

               Dick looks toward Carl for support and sees Carl absently
               flirting with the plain blonde freshman.  The blonde giggles,
               as Carl’s hand slides up under her skirt.  Carl just shrugs.

                                   JANE (CONT’D)
                         Dick, ignore your friend; you are
                         doing just fine.

                                   DICK
                         Ok.

               Jane runs her finger around the rim of her glass again.  The
               bartender approaches and Jane shakes her head no at him.

                                   JANE
                         This is where you offer me a drink.

                                   DICK
                         A drink?

                                   JANE
                         Yes, thank you.  I would love
                         another.

               Dick glances to Carl again for guidance.  Jane places her
               fingers on Dick’s chin, turns his head to her.

                                   JANE (CONT’D)
                         Dick, what is your friend’s name?

                                   DICK
                         You mean Carl, over there?

                                   JANE
                         Yes, Carl.  Now Sweetie, do you
                         want me to go home with Mr. Carl
                         Overthere?

                                   DICK
                         No.

                                   JANE
                         I suggest you pay attention to what
                         I want and not to what Mr. Carl
                         guesses I might want.  Do you
                         follow?

                                   DICK
                         Yes.

                                   JANE
                         Think of it this way, I will tell
                         you what makes me happy and you
                         ignore Carl Overthere.  You do that
                         and you and I will do so very well.

               Jane’s cigarette has burned down.  She extracts another and
               immediately Dick has the lighter out and burning.

                                   JANE (CONT’D)
                         Good boy.

                                   DICK
                         You’re worth learning about.

                                   JANE
                         Dick, you have just earned a date.

               Dick waves the bartender over.

                                   DICK
                         The lady will have…

                                   JANE
                         Jack, straight.

               The drink arrives.  Dick pays.  Jane takes one solid swallow,
               sets the glass down, takes one drag from her cigarette, drops
               the cigarette into the drink, and smiles at Dick.

                                   JANE (CONT’D)
                         Why don’t we leave Carl to the
                         little girls and we get to know
                         each other?

               Jane walks away, Dick in tow.  They pass Carl without Dick
               giving him a second glance.  Carl stops necking, offers a
               quick worried look, shrugs and turns back to the blonde.