SHANE:  You know it doesn’t matter to me.

SYDNEY: Oh please, our society can’t stand age spots on a banana!

SHANE: (nuzzling Syd seductively) I love things ripe.

They make love.

INT HARVARD CLUB (NYC) GUEST ROOM – THE NEXT MORNING

Shane and Syd are getting out of bed, pulling robes over their naked bodies.

SHANE:  Oh, I almost forgot.  There’s a blue bag in the corner for you.  Helena asked me to drop it off.

Syd hurries to the bag, looks inside, then quickly places it in the closet.

SHANE:  Helena said to call her when you got it.

Shane goes into the bathroom and Syd goes through the connecting door into the other room to call Helena.

INT:  LAX AIRPORT – CONTINUOUS

Helena and Tasha are sitting in a waiting area.  Helena is fussing with retrieving something from her suitcase when her cell phone rings.  Tasha picks up the cell phone from the chair and looks at the caller I.D.

TASHA: It’s Syd.

HELENA:  Can you answer for me?

Helena finishes sorting out her suitcase as Tasha answers the phone.

TASHA: (playfully) Helena Peabody’s office this is Tasha speaking. (giggles as she listens) Yeah, hi Syd, we’re in the airport, Helena’s right here.

Tasha hands the phone to Helena who walks away to speak privately to Syd.

HELENA: Did you get the bag?  Mommy needed me to take care of something so I sent Shane ahead on the private jet and booked a commercial flight•which on Labor Day weekend was not easy.  I thought giving it to Shane was a safer way to be certain you had it in time for dinner tonight. (Helena pauses briefly to listen to Syd.  She does not notice that Tasha has walked up behind her.  Tasha overhears Helena)  Do you think Shane suspects something?  (slight pause as she listens to Syd’s response) No, no, I don’t think Shane has a clue about you and me.

TASHA: (interrupting) Helena they just called your flight.  You need to go.

HELENA: (into the phone) I gotta go.  I’ll see you at the restaurant at seven.

HELENA: hangs up the phone.