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Lesson 15
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Benita lesson 15 Mid point scene. I needed several scenes to show this
INT. POLICE INTERROGATION ROOM – DAY (scene 14)
Marty sits opposite D.I. Green and sergeant James at a
bare table.
MARTY
As I’ve just told you. I took it
for a run to avoid getting snarled
up in daytime traffic. And it’s
been recently taxed and insured.
Silence.
MARTY
What’s this all about?
D.I. GREEN
Do you know a George Godwin?
MARTY
If you mean the George Godwin who
is known as something of a
villain, then no. I don’t know
him. I am only vaguely aware of
his name from the newspapers.
D.I Green turns and smiles knowingly at Sergeant James.
D.I. GREEN
(to Marty)
Strange thing is he was shot and
killed in his home on the very
night that you drove to Chigwell.
In fact you parked pretty much
round the corner from his place.
MARTY
You can’t think that I had
anything to do with a shooting?
That’s just not –
D.I. GREEN (INTERRUPTING)
No. We don’t think you were there.
We know you were. In fact, we are
absolutely sure of it.
Marty squeezes his hands together in his lap.
MARTY
That’s ridiculous. I don’t know
the guy and I have never touched a
gun in my life!.. And why would I
want to kill him?
D.I. GREEN
We know you were there, and Godwin
is dead. What was it, a falling
out among thieves, perhaps?
Marty sits back. He puffs out his cheeks and throws up
his hands, scornful.
Sergeant James takes over.
SERGEANT JAMES
You describe your car as a
classic, right?
MARTY
Yes.
SERGEANT JAMES
Do you know how many of those cars
are still around and registered?
MARTY
Very few.
SERGEANT JAMES
And the number of them registered
to addresses in the London area is
vanishingly small.
MARTY
So?
SERGEANT JAMES
So, I must say that it’s beyond a
coincidence that such a car is
parked near a break in and
shooting and is owned by, guess
who… a locksmith.
Marty fidgets uncomfortably, and avoids looking at him.
D. I Green leant forward.
D.I. GREEN
Not only were we sure you were at
Chigwell, we are sure you were at
the house. Not that you left a
trail of broken locks and
anything, you are clearly skilled
at your trade, or whatever you
call it. Show him, sergeant James
Sergeant James reached in his pocket and produced a small
clear plastic evidence bag. He spoke harshly.
SERGEANT JAMES
Do you know what this is?
Marty squints at it through his glasses. He shakes his
head.
D.I. GREEN
As you know George Godwin was shot
dead in the hall of his house,
lying on a nice clean polished
marble floor. Do you know what was
found alongside the body?
A long silence hung in the air.
D.I. GREEN
You probably don’t know you made a
mistake. It appears you struggled
with him and –
MARTY
No, I didn’t, I –
D.I. GREEN
It was a scuff mark, a smudge on
the marble from the sole of a shoe
that contained some specs of dust.
Not just any old dust. It’s the
metallic dust of the sort that
comes from cutting keys.
(he smiles)
I reckon you should sweep you
floors a bit more if you are going
to go out killing people.
D. I green turns to Sergeant James.
D.I. GREEN
I very much think we’ve got our
killer,. Eh, Sergeant?
Marty puts a hand to his forehead and leans over the
table.
MARTY
I, I … Can I have a drink of
water?
D. I Green nods at the sergeant. He gets up and leaves
the room.
A few minutes pass. Then –
MARTY
You’ve got it all wrong. I think I
want a solicitor. Can I phone my
wife and …
In slow motion, Marty slides off the chair to the floor and
lies there motionless.
(other scenes)
Scene 23
INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR – DAY
Constable Short stands on duty outside Marty’s room.
Nurse BETH pushes out of Marty’s door with a breakfast
tray of untouched food.
Constable short nods at the tray, questioning.
BETH
No appetite.
CONSTABLRE SHORT
He’s not worse, is he? Boss is
keen to question him.
Beth doesn’t reply. She moves away down the corridor.
Constable Short watches her. She is intercepted by D.I
Green who is approaching her. They exchange words. He
shrugs and walks towards Constable short, scowling.
D.I. GREEN
Any updates? We’ve heard nothing
from you, constable.
CONSTABLRE SHORT
Not my fault –
D.I. GREEN (INTERRUPTING)
It’d better not be!
D.I. Green pushes open Marty’s door and enters. Constable
short watches through glass window in door.
D.I. Green approaches Marty’s bed. Marty’s arm reaches
out of the bed for the bell on his side table. He grabs
it and rings
Beth comes running down the corridor. She reaches Marty’s
door as D. I. Green comes out.
BETH
I must ask you to leave my patient
alone, Inspector. He could have
another attack at any time.
Marty’s door shuts behind her.
D.I. GREEN
(to the constable))
That’s my promotion stumped if he
does.
(eyeball to eyeball)
Don’t even think about yours,
constable!
Scene 24
INT. MARTY’S ROOM – DAY (CONTINUOUS)
Beth hovers over Marty, checking him.
BETH
How are you feeling?
MARTY
(subdued)
Oh, you know, I just want to get
out of here.
(glances beyond her
at the constable
outside)
And as far away from him as
possible.
BETH
Lets see what the doctor says.
It’s early yet, but I think
there’s a good chance you’ll soon
be going home. Anything I can get
you?
MARTY
No thanks, you’re very kind.
(beat)Actually yes. If anything
happens to me can you do me a bit
of a favour and pass on a message
to Tracy? You know, the young woman who came
in with my wife soon after I got
here. She works with me.
Beth moves to adjust his pillows.
BETH
No need to talk like that, but,
yes, of course I can. But you’ve a
phone in your locker. We can
charge it up if necessary, and you
can call her.
MARTY
Thanks, but it’s only if something
happens to me, you know. This May
sound odd, but just tell her to
look under my favourite thing.
She’ll figure it out. Tell me
that, too, the figuring it out
bit.
Beth smiles. She takes a sheet of paper from his tray
table and makes a note, which she folded and put in her
pocket. She then left the room.
Marty relaxes and his eyes close.
Scene 25
INT. SHOP – DAY OUTLINE
BEG: A client wants an unusual key duplicated.
MID: Tracy finds it in a catalogue and says she’ll
contact him when she receives it.
END: Tracy agree to go with Jim to the pub.
Scene 26
INT. MARTY’S ROOM – DAY
Beth comes into Marty’s room. She moves quickly to the
bed.
Marty’s face is ashen.
Beth checks further, then quickly presses the red
emergence button above his bed.
She rushes to the door and opens it.
BETH
(to constable Short)
I need help in here. Now!
Constable short by-passes her and moves to Marty’s
bedside.
CONSTABLE SHORT
What goes on?
BETH
Out of here now, you. I think he’s
had another stroke.
Constable Short retreats.
Minutes later, there a flurry of activity in the room as
a doctor and another nurse join Beth at Marty’s bedside.
DOCTOR
It’s another stroke, I’m afraid,
and a little while ago by the
looks of it. There’s nothing more
we can do now. Sadly, he’s gone.
BETH
Are you sure? Silly question, but
the last time I saw him, he seem
okay.
DOCTOR
Strokes are inclined to be
unpredictable. If it’s any comfort
I don’t think he wold have known
anything about it.
Beth turns away, a tear in her eye.
DOCTOR
Thank you everyone. You know what
you have to do next… Time of
death…
They all leave the room.
The door opens and constable Short comes in. He glances
at Marty’s body and gets out his phone. His sees –
An envelope with a name on it, on Marty’s overbed tray.
He picks it up and stuffs it in his pocket.
CUT.
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Act 2 TP – Midpoint; drawing a line in the sand along our heroes journey
EXT./INT. SUPERMARKET – DAY
Frank and his wife BABS enter their small town supermarket. Approaching the back dairy section he stops quickly; mouth agape. He picks up a gallon of milk with flashy packaging. He stares at the dull bland local dairy products section. Then back to the bigger display of new products.
FRANK
Friendly Farms Inc.? What the hell is this? Is this some kind of joke?
Babs does a price compare.
BABS
Oh look – it’s a dollar less. Isn’t that good?
Frank dumbfounded; looking around for management.
FRANK
Yea, that’s just great…great…great. Where the hell is the store manager?
MANAGER rolls a cart of beef out of the walk-in cooler. Frank is immediately in his face with the milk.
FRANK
Is this some sort of trial thing? Bringing in outside products? Do you have any idea what this will do to the local farmers? Their families? This town? and You?
Manager takes a step back as Babs grabs a steak off the tray.
MANAGER
Hey buddy – I get it. This was corporate’s call. Better prices, good products…cheap shipping from out west. I dunno…guess the world is changing.
FRANK
Changing my ass! This is industrial farming garbage! Illegal herbicides, pesticides, GMO, poisonous toxins. Dirty diesel spewing environmental killing trucks! Do you have any idea what you have done?
Babs ignores him holds up the steak; examining the price.
BABS
Wonderful price on these T-bones…can we try one?
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Doug Booth here – whoaa! Congratulations to everyone who has gotten this far and beyond! True super-hero screenwriter achievement! Let’s keep going!
Oops – the “paste” was a Lionel Messi amazing article I was sending to my daughter. Take Two:
DECEMBER 16TH – DAY 15
EXT. CHURCH – DAY
Nick has walked from the HDFC co-op apartment building to look at the outside of the decrepit, run-down, but still magnificent, church building next-door. Signs and yellow tape warn the public to stay away – DANGER – but, since the massive entry doors are already mostly off their hinges – Nick is able to squeeze through.
INT. CHURCH – DAY
Light filters in from the stained glass windows – high up in the vaulted, majestic ceiling. A pigeon flaps from one arched window to another.
The altar and shadowy, towering crucifix looms ahead.
Nick’s footsteps sound on the stone-pavers floor as he walks down the center aisle of the pews towards the altar.
VOICE (O.S.)
What can we do for you, my son?
Nick reacts – looks…
And a figure appears from under the crucifix – a well-dressed clergyman (PASTOR SUMMERS) – and, as we’ll soon see, bombastic and pretentious.
PASTOR SUMMERS
Whatever ails you, prayer is the trusted cure.
NICK
Pastor Summers?
PASTOR SUMMERS
Yes, ‘tis I.
Nick strides forward – extends his hand (business-like, not worshipful)
NICK
Nick Parker – Gilt Edge Realty. (or whatever his company is called) I’m… taking over for my associate, Mr. (whatever Jerome’s last name is) – due to his…
PASTOR SUMMERS
Ascension into the Blessed Realms?
NICK
Yes, right! I certainly hope so!
PASTOR SUMMERS
So – how is it all going?
NICK
(re-setting – realizing they’re talking business)
Well, as you know, the attorney general has to sign off on all sales of religious properties in the state – so, all of the paperwork pertaining to the sale needs to evaluated by her office…
PASTOR SUMMERS
And – is there a problem?
NICK
(picking up on the tone of the Pastor’s voice)
Good question, Pastor. Is there?
PASTOR SUMMERS
Young man. I have served this congregation for forty years. I remember your associate when he was a young chorister…
(do we get a slight smile of remembrance?)
…as well as most of the people in this neighborhood. Many of whom have gone before and, I hope, are awaiting Jerome’s (Mr. Last Name) arrival in the Blessed Realms!
NICK
I know – a lot of churches have the same problem. Aging out of the congregation? Diminishing number of hands dropping in coins in the collection plate? So, in a word – what is up with this younger generation?
PASTOR SUMMERS
It has been entranced by the Devil!!!!
(retracting laugh)
Present company excluded, of course!
NICK
Of course. So – back to my question: Is there a problem?
PASTOR SUMMERS
(rising up on his haunches)
Young man – what, exactly, are you implying? That I am, somehow, profiting from this transaction?
(beat)
How dare you!!!
Pastor Summers takes another surreptitious swig from his JB mini and stashes it back in his pocket.
PASTOR SUMMERS
Satan! Get thee behind me!
(beat)
And leave my church alone!
NICK
(ironically)
Your church, soon to be a high-rise luxury condo development?
(beat)
Hey, man – I’d love to get the commission on the sale, but – what shit exactly is going on here?
PASTOR SUMMERS
Sergeant-at-Arms – remove this disruptor at once!
Only – there’s no Sergeant-at-Arms anywhere to be seen.
NICK
Okay, thanks! I think you just answered my question.
(beat)
And sayonara to my commission!
Nick reacts as he hears a “clap-clap-clap” from O.S. and he looks to see…
ANGLE – SHADOWY ALCOVE IN CHURCH
A female figure standing within, watching and slowly clapping.
SHADOWY FEMALE FIGURE
Pastor Summers… I’m afraid you are… busted. Ms. Athena will not be pleased.
ON PASTOR SUMMERS
PASTOR SUMMERS
No! What? What did I say? The church is a wreck. The parishioners will get a wonderful contribution to the building fund…
NICK
(picking up on all this fast)
…to rent a store-front cathedral that used to be a deli or a hardware store? Geez – I hadn’t thought all this through, but – you sell a place like this – there’s no way you can recreate this anywhere – outside of, say, Podunk, Arkansas!
PASTOR SUMMERS
No – no -no! The contract calls for a new church in the new building – 3,000 square feet – plus three luxury condo and the penthouse – all for the church! To dispose of as they will!
NICK
Oh. So the penthouse is for you?
PASTOR SUMMERS
Do… you… have a problem with that?
NICK
Just hope you don’t fall off the roof terrace!
Pastor Summers looks at Nick with disgust.
PASTOR SUMMERS
Young man – you wouldn’t happen to be… Jewish… would you?
NICK
(grins)
Nope. Buddhist!
PASTOR SUMMERS
(shrieks)
I knew it! Satan – get thee behind me!
Shania emerges from the shadows and quickly goes up to Pastor Summers,
SHANIA
Pastor – let’s get you home. Nick just wants to make sure the deal goes through – we’re all on the same side here – Nick does NOT have Satan on speed-dial!
(beat)
Here you go! Let me call you an Lyft! Athena will be wanting to know that you got home okay!
ANGLE – CURBSIDE
The Lyft car pulls up & Nick and Shania help Pastor Summers inside, Slam the door – and the Lyft glides away.
NICK
(to Shania)
Very smooth!
SHANIA
(a smile implying a curtesy)
Thank you very much!
NICK
Assuming we’ve just saved the sale – and my commission – and maybe even yours – can I treat you to a cup of coffee?
Shania smiles and links arms with Nick.
SHANIA
Any preference?
NICK
Wherever you wanna go!
CLOSE ON SHANIA
SHANIA
My kind of guy!
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. COFFEE SHOP GARDEN AREA (THE CHIPPED CUP) – DAY
Shania and Nick raise their coffee cups and click them together,
NICK
To…
SHANIA
(conspiratorial smile)
…the deal!
They sip. And then…
NICK
But… why?
Shania gives him a look.
NICK
Why was Jerome…
SHANIA
Cops said robbery.
NICK
It was a knock-off Rolex. Any crook worth his salt would have known that in advance.
A moment as both consider.
SHANIA
I loved Jerome.
(beat)
Duh. Of course, I knew.
NICK
Sorry. Bad taste.
(beat)
I barely knew him, but… seems like he hit it big…
(beat)
…fucked up…
(beat)
And then he wanted to make it right.
SHANIA
By…?
NICK
Working for the people whose lives would be affected by the real estate deals he was making… and not just for…”the deals”.
SHANIA
Whoaa. So what your saying is…?
NICK
Hey, I’m new at all this shit. But – it seems to me – well – the original set up was a “take the money and run” kind of a thing – and a lot of people were going to get hurt,
(beat)
So – Jerome had second thoughts and it seems like he was trying to figure out a way everyone could win…
SHANIA
(getting it)
All except…
NICK
(nodding decisively)
Ernesto.
PS HAVE TO HAVE SET UP A LOT OF THIS PREVIOUSLY!
Shania nods slowly,
SHANIA
Which means…
NICK
We need to continue this conversation over something closer to 80 proof…
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. UPTOWN BOURBON – EVENING
The two of them are clinking glasses – joining in with others – laughing and having fun, and – clearly – “the conversation” has taken a different turn.
SHANIA
You know, I have a feeling that, contrary to my first impression, you’re not entirely despicable, after all!
NICK
Ha! Anyone who can paraphrase Daffy Duck at a time like this… is not… entirely despicable, either!
The two lean together, giggling and enjoying the moment.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. SHANIA’S APARTMENT – THE NEXT MORNING
The two of them are in bed – waking up simultaneously – looking at each other – and REACTING with total shock! Until memory kicks in – and then – giggling hysterically and hugging each other with friendly passion…
Shania grabs for her phone on the night table and reacts.
SHANIA
Oh, rats! I’ve got a 9:30 downtown! Gotta go!
(gives him a kiss)
Nick smiles and rolls over.
SHANIA
(shoving him)
No, no, no! That means you, too! No way I’m leaving you here on your own! There are company secrets buried under every coffee cup! Get dressed – we’re outta here in five!
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. SHANIA’S APARTMENT – DAY
Shania and Nick, fully-dressed – are out on the sidewalk. While Nick is still sleepy, Shania is “rit to go”. Gives Nick a quick hug and kiss. And then, a look.
SHANIA
Well, Nicholas! Who knew?
(beat – ironic)
Have a nice day! Gotta go!
Nick grins and pulls her in for another, more lingering, kiss and releases her.
NICK
I knew.
DISSOLVE TO:
SHANIA
walking rapidly down the street, heading into a downtown subway entrance. Shania is on her phone.
SHANIA
Houston… we have a problem!
CUT TO:
INT. ATHENA’S LONDON PENTHOUSE FLAT – DAY
ATHENA
(on the phone)
Indeed? n that case… batten down the hatches, sweetie – I’ll be there ASAP.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. HEATHROW AIRPORT – DAY
A charter jet takes off.
INT. CHARTER JET – DAY
ATHENA is filing her nails – as an attendant pours her a glass of champagne. Athena puts down her nail file, takes the champagne, sips – and nods graciously to the attendant. Yes, it is acceptable.
DISSOLVE TO:
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Shah – Act 2 TP – Midpoint
EXT. A MOUNTAIN TOP –
HARI sits cross legged in a saffron robe, head bowed in meditation. In front of him a terrifying black space that goes on forever. Akaash dismounts and approaches Hari. Akaash approachs the meditating figure of Hari And calls out to him. Hari’s ritual is disrupted he whirls around furiously hurling fire-balls and missiles at Akaash. The two men clash physically and Hari slips into the abyss of the Infernal Region.
Akaash hesitates the jumps in after Hari. He wants answers from his father above all.
…
EXT. A MOUNTAIN TOP –
HARI sits cross legged in a saffron robe, head bowed in meditation. In front of him a terrifying black space that goes on forever.
Akaash dismounts and approaches Hari. The Donkey flies into space. Akaash calls out.
AKAASH
I am Akaash, son of Vikram-Aditya.
HARI turns around, furious.
HARI
You dare to…
AKAASH
…disrupt your ritual to stop you evil plans.
Hari stands up and faces him.
HARI
You fool! You don’t know what you’ve done!
He swirls around, arms moving frenetically. Fireballs and missiles shoot at Akaash. He dodges them with agility then manages to hurl back an object.
Hari reels as it hits him then launches himself at Akaash. They wrestle. Akaash flings Hari backward. He rises. His foot slips and he falls backward into the abyss.
Akaash gazes down into the abyss.
AKAASH
I have to get my answers from my father.
Without further thought, Akaash leaps into the abyss after Hari.
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Shah – Act 2 TP – Midpoint (place in first line)
EXT. A MOUNTAIN TOP –
HARI sits cross legged in a saffron robe, head bowed in meditation. In front of him a terrifying black space that goes on forever. Akaash dismounts and approaches Hari. Akaash approachs the meditating figure of Hari And calls out to him. Hari’s ritual is disrupted he whirls around furiously hurling fire-balls and missiles at Akaash. The two men clash physically and Hari slips into the abyss of the Infernal Region.
Akaash hesitates the jumps in after Hari. He wants answers from his father above all.
…
EXT. A MOUNTAIN TOP –
HARI sits cross legged in a saffron robe, head bowed in meditation. In front of him a terrifying black space that goes on forever.
Akaash dismounts and approaches Hari. The Donkey flies into space. Akaash calls out.
AKAASH
I am Akaash, son of Vikram-Aditya.
HARI turns around, furious.
HARI
You dare to…
AKAASH
…disrupt your ritual to stop you evil plans.
Hari stands up and faces him.
HARI
You fool! You don’t know what you’ve done!
He swirls around, arms moving frenetically. Fireballs and missiles shoot at Akaash. He dodges them with agility then manages to hurl back an object.
Hari reels as it hits him then launches himself at Akaash. They wrestle. Akaash flings Hari backward. He rises. His foot slips and he falls backward into the abyss.
Akaash gazes down into the abyss.
AKAASH
I have to get my answers from my father.
Without further thought, Akaash leaps into the abyss after Hari.
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INT. SHOT, GENERIC DINER
Monique glares as OWNER slaps plates of food on counter.OWNER
It ain’t rocket science. You greet the customers, take their orders, and bring ’em their food. Try not to screw up too much. This a 5-star establishment, I got a rep to maintain.
<b align=”center”>MONIQUE
When do I get paid? I need cash right away.
OWNER
Sounds like a ‘you’ problem. Just don’t screw up and you might earn something.
Monique tries to balance an overloaded tray and overturns a bowl of soup on a customer. She is immediately kicked out.
EXT. SHOT, DUSK. REAR OF GENERIC GROCERY STORE
A dirty Monique emerges from the dumpster, holding a few wrapped deli sandwiches.
MONIQUE
Fucking ridiculous. I wouldn’t feed this shit to my dog.
Monique sits on the curb, eating by moonlight. She pauses mid-bite, jumps up and runs down the street.
EXT. SHOT, DUMPSTER OUTSIDE
THE GROCERY STORE
MONIQUE PREVIOUSLY VISITED.Monique is slumped on the curb, surrounded by a few bags and scattered paper. She examines each page and nods sadly.
MONIQUE
I was right. He just dumped it all. But nothing in here helps me. Sure, it has my name on it. I know that’s my name. But I can’t prove any of this is mine. Fuck.
EXT SHOT, MONIQUE’S
FORMER HOME.Monique peeks through window at Mark sipping wine beside fireplace. Stomps around to the front and bangs on the door.
Mark opens door and doesn’t appear surprised.
MONIQUE
You’re a fucking thief and when this is all
over, I will personally make sure you burn in hell.
Mark slams door in Monique’s face.
INT. SHOT, GREASY
DINER – EARLY MORNINGOWNER
Just get the dishes in the right order. That’s all you need to do.
As Monique places food on the table, a customer squeezes her rear. She slaps him and walks out.
INT. SHOT – POLICE STATION,
DOWNTOWN LA. Mid-morningA dirty and disheveled Monique tries unsuccessfully to file a police report. The desk sergeant is clearly skeptical. A frustrated Monique slams her fist on the desk and is roughly escorted out.
INT. SHOT, CHEAP MOTEL
ROOM – MIDMORNINGMonique struggles to push a laundry cart and sees a naked stranger beckoning at her from a room. She runs away.
INT. SHOT, OFFICE
BUILDING AFTER-HOURSMonique empties trash can and is surprised by a tenant.
<b align=”center”>EMPLOYEE<div>
Hey, you like trash? Here you go.
He throws a fast-food soda cup at her, drenching her with soda.
MONIQUE
What the fuck? You asshole!
She throws a can of cleaner at him and runs out.
INT. SHOT, SUBURBAN
HOME.Young mother tries to balance a screaming baby on her lap.
MRS. CARTER
Now you’ll have to be careful with Justin. He has very sensitive skin and hates it when his diaper is wet.
MONIQUE
Oh, not a problem. I’m a pro at diaper-changing.
MRS. CARTER
I hope you’re a light sleeper. I hate it when he cries at night, it triggers my migraines. You’ll have to keep an ear out for him.
MONIQUE
Of course. Safety first, right?
MRS. CARTER
How many kids did you say you have? Two?
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<b align=”center”>MONIQUE
Well, actually I’ve-
<b align=”center”>MRS. CARTER
Oh, here’s my husband. I wanted him to meet you. You know, we can’t be too careful when it comes to nannies.
<b align=”center”>MR. CARTER
Hey, name’s Bill. So you moving in, huh?
MRS. CARTER
(sighs heavily)
You know, we just haven’t had much luck with nannies. They keep walking out on us!
Mr. Carter eyes Monique’s cleavage and licks suggestively.
MR. CARTER
Come on, I’ll show you your room. Just needs a good cleaning. I keep meaning to get the lock replaced. I’ll get around to it soon.
INT SHOT. LEGAL AID OFFICE, MIDDAY
Monique, clearly desperate and panicky, paces around the tiny space.
MONIQUE
How much longer is this going to take? I need my life back. I’m babysitting right now, and I’m about to kill the guy. He keeps sneaking into my room or trying to catch me in the bathroom.
MARK
You know how many crazies walk in here with the same story as you? Oh, someone stole something from them and now they want me to get it back for them.
MONIQUE
What are you talking about?
MICHAEL
I finally broke down and did a title search on the Claremont house. You’re not listed anywhere on the deed.
MONIQUE
What? No. You got the address wrong.
MICHAEL
Wasting my damn time. You know, there are people here who actually need my help.
MONIQUE
No, no, no. Check again. Monique Stephanie Duvall. Birthdate September-
MICHAEL
Gladys and Phillip Strong. They were the owners for almost twenty years, then two months ago it was transferred to XXX
MONIQUE
Yes! Yes, those were Stephen’s grandparents. They died earlier this year and left the house to him.
MICHAEL
Why not his parents?
MONIQUE
They’re both dead. Plus I think there was bad blood between the father and son. Stephen tried to tell me about it once but..
MICHAEL
Well, shame you didn’t listen to him.
MONIQUE
Look. How..how do I do this. How do I get my house back.
MICHAEL
You really think this house is yours?
MONIQUE
I don’t think. I know. I’m not gonna just walk away and let this guy take away my house.
MICHAEL
So bring me some actual proof instead
of these crazy ramblings.
EXT. SHOT – MONIQUE’S FORMER HOUSE, EARLY MORNING.
Monique peeking through the window at Marc. He is speaking animatedly and gesturing to a woman who is standing with her back to the window. Monique tries unsuccessfully to eavesdrop and learn the identity of the woman.
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