In Cover Story, Logan is out to dinner with his wife after learning from a private investigator that she has been having an affair.
LOGAN: After all these years, you are still so shockingly beautiful.
ETTA: Thank you.
LOGAN: Your smile hasn’t changed since the day we met. You glow.
ETTA: What’s gotten into you tonight?
LOGAN: Can’t a man compliment his wife?
ETTA: Of course.
LOGAN: It’s been a while since we’ve come here…when was the last time?
ETTA: Since we’ve been here?
ETTA: Must be ages.
LOGAN: Five years? Ten?
ETTA: Something like that. Why?
LOGAN: Place hasn’t changed, really.
LOGAN: Amazing how that happens.
LOGAN: How only some things tend to remain the same…not everything, of course, but some. There always seems to be a time period for things to exist, like it was meant to be there, until it’s gone. Makes it all kind of special. Like us, we’ve been together..in our time…you and me, in this century, this place..to co-exist, until one day things shift. This hotel will eventually be gone, we will expire, this time, this time that we have will be, no more. Sad, in a way, don’t you think?
I guess, even though we all may be insignificant, a blip in the timeline of life, we can’t ignore the fact that we should cherish the time we know we do have, while we have it. Perhaps, that’s all any of us can do, I’m afraid…experience and cherish the moments we are consciously alive because eventually it all fades away.
ETTA: That’s sad Logan…
LOGAN: Is it?
Etta places her hand on top of Logan’s.
ETTA: Are you sure you’re alright?
LOGAN: There’s been this memory in my mind of my father. One of the few times we ever got to spend quality time together, he took me to the lower east side, and we walked for hours up and down the streets where he used to play as a kid – stick ball, basketball, skelzy – not a lot of people know that game, but he’d share all these memories with me, point out the brownstones where my family lived, the corner deli my great uncle used to own. I watched as the pride in his face changed to how sad he was that it had all gone by, that the neighborhood was completely unrecognizable. Then we stumbled into a cafe where the old timers used to sit and play cards, and that’s when he lit up again. His whole face beamed as he looked down at the tiles on the floor and said to me, “Right here, these tiles Logan, these tiles are exactly where I used to play as a little boy.” It was like he found what he was looking for, you know? A piece, just a small piece that still remained, that said he lived.
ETTA: I miss your father.
LOGAN: …I know that maybe my time has expired, Etta.
ETTA: What –
LOGAN: You and me.
LOGAN: Etta, I know you don’t love me, anymore.
ETTA: Of course I love you.
LOGAN: Not like before.
ETTA: Don’t say that.
LOGAN: It’s true.
ETTA: I do love you, Logan.
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In short eScript, “Cover Story” news manager Logan learns of his wife’s affair hours before taking her out for dinner, where the affair took place. 1 Woman, 3 Men. Drama.