5:00 pm INTERIOR: SQUAD ROOM
John Irvin: [speaking in a low voice] So if I come over after my 
Salsa-cize class at 7:00 that'll be ok?

Andy: [blinking rapidly] Uh, yes, John, that would be perfect. 
[silence] You're not gonna be in a costume, are ya?

John: [looking confused] No, Detective, I'll...change before I come 
over.

Andy: Good, good. [clearing throat] Not that I don't...uh..not that I 
think.. Ay yi yi...[seeing Connie come out of the locker-room, he 
says quickly] Never mind.

[He jerks his chin up in a gesture of greeting] Andy: Hi, how're ya 
doing? Everything go ok?

Connie: [looks bemused] Yeah, Andy, everything went fine in the 
locker-room.


7:00 pm CONNIE'S/ANDY'S APARTMENT
A knock at the door. Andy answers to find John Irvin wearing jeans 
and a sweater. Andy is nervously straightening his tie and dressed a 
little too nicely for a Parent-Teacher Conference. Theo is watching 
the TV looking grumpy. He doesn't want to be home with the baby even 
if it means time with John. 

Andy: Hi John, come on in. 

Connie: Hi John! Thanks for sitting for us so last minute.

John: Hi! No problem, I'm looking forward to taking care of the baby -
my nephews are all growing up so fast! Hi Theo (raising his voice a 
little)

Theo: Hi. 

[quieter] John: Oh, boy.

Connie: Yeah. [pointing to sweater] Is it cold out?

John: Not really, I just grabbed whatever I had that seemed the most 
North American. 

Andy gives him the look. 

[Connie notices look] What?

John: Oh, just a stupid joke.

Andy: Uh huh.

Connie: Anyways, the conference with Theo's teacher shouldn't take 
more than an hour or so - I think there's a school tour for the 
parents. 

John: [waving his hand in dismissal] Take as much time as you want - 
I can stay as late as you need me.

Connie: [confused] I don't think we'll be back any later than 9:00 -- 
maybe 9:30 if we stop to pick up some groceries. 

John: Oh, I'm sure it won't be late just, you know, don't worry 
about it. 

He goes over to Theo to try and coax him out of his bad mood. 


7:30 INTERIOR: ANDY'S CAR
Andy: Well, that wasn't too bad.

Connie: Yeah, well, if 2 time-outs can be called a successful half-
hour...

[silence fills the car]

Andy clears his throat

Connie: Andy, I really am glad you asked me to go with you to the 
conference. I just wish you'd told me last week. 

Andy: Well, you know...

Connie [looks to her right] Andy, I think you're missing the turn. 
That was it back there.

Andy doesn't slow the car.

Connie: Andy's you better take the next right turn. We're already 
running late.

Andy: Connie, we're not going to the conference.

Connie: What? [she's preoccupied - looking ahead for a turn]

Andy: The conference is actually next week. I've already got John 
set to babysit.

Connie looks at him in confusion.

Andy: We're going out to dinner, just the two of us.

[They stop at a red light.]

Connie: Oh, Andy. 

He smiles over at her. 

Connie: Do you think I'll get a citation if I take off my seatbelt 
and slide over there.

Andy: I'll give you one if you don't.

The both laugh as recent tension is released in a big gust. Connie 
unbuckles her seatbelt and slides over as close as she can. She looks 
at him with her eyes half-closed and a smile - they kiss - slowly 
growing in intensity. A car horn rouses them. They break apart -- 
their eyes saying "Later" as they drive thru the intersection.


9:00 pm - POST-DINNER, IN THE PARKING GARAGE

Andy opens the door for Connie, she gets in and, while Andy walks 
around to the other side. Connie starts to but decides not to put on 
the seatbelt. Andy gets into the car. Andy turns toward her rather 
than starting the car.

Andy: That was nice.

Connie: [still glowing from the special night] Yes..
He picks up her left hand with his right and they instinctively stack 
their hands together. They look at their hands intertwined. 

Andy chuckles and says: We look like Little Leaguers figuring out who 
gets to bat first.

Connie laughs and slides even closer. She untangles her left hand and 
puts it around Andy's shoulders - she lays her head on his shoulder 
for a moment then she raises her head to look him directly in the 
eyes.

Connie: Andy, we've had so much going on. You know I love you, don't 
you? That I'm here for the long haul.

Andy looks at her intently, his eyes looking over her face.

Andy: I know, Connie, I know. 

His hand caresses her face, from temple to cheekbone to chin, finally 
resting on her shoulder. 

As he leans in to kiss her, he whispers:

Andy: I know.

FADE OUT