Wednesday, December 21, 2011
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In Chapter 13 of LITTLE GIRL BLUE, just as private eye Carrie Love's mother Margo starts recovering from her stroke -- and is enjoying her meds -- her dead husband's second wife Eva arrives on the scene to try and take control, making for quite the tricky Christmas Eve ...
INT. MARGO’S MANSION - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
A hospital bed has been set up in a corner of the room.
Margo lies on it with an IV tube in her arm.
The private nurse, LAYLA (25),
a lovely HISPANIC GIRL, adjusts the dosage.
Do I really have to wear
this fucking thing in my arm?
It’s a sedative. It’ll calm you down.
Most people like it.
What about food? Nutrients?
You’re not a vegetable.
You can still eat.
Seth, could you go make me a sandwich?
Leans against the fireplace.
Wearily looks at his mother.
When I had dinner an hour ago
you said you weren’t hungry.
You know I hate pizza.
I’d like turkey on wheat with mustard.
And bring me a fresh cocktail.
I’m sorry -- no alcohol.
Not even a beer?
(adjusts the drip)
How about this?
Margo’s eyes glaze over.
Oooh. That’s -- nice.
Seth rolls his eyes.
Starts off for the kitchen.
The doorbell RINGS.
Shit. It’s Lady Macbeth.
Somebody go get my rifle.
The doorbell RINGS again.
I’ll get it.
No. Don’t let her in.
But that’s rude.
Now you’re catching on.
Seth comes back in from the kitchen.
Hands Margo a sandwich on a plate
and a glass of milk.
I’ll get it. Chew slowly, Mom.
(under his breath)
Wouldn’t want you to choke.
I assume MILK is okay?
Seth goes to the door. Opens it.
In walks EVA LOVE (40),
Carrie’s father’s second wife.
Blonde. Blue-eyed. Aryan. Curvy. No-nonsense.
A bit formal in a designer suit.
With a clipped German accent to match.
She rolls in her suitcase.
Rushes to Margo’s bed.
Margo, how are you feeling?
Are you alright?
Seth called me at the airport.
My heavens, all this tragedy in one family.
Poor Tad. He was such a bright young man.
And on the holidays. Tsk-tsk.
Get the fuck out of my face, you witch.
(looks at the bag)
Back from another trip, I see.
Must be nice to travel so much.
I was closing up my apartment in Berlin.
Oh dear, then I guess you had
to let the stormtroopers go.
Seth. It’s so good to see you again.
My, you’re looking more and more
like your father every day.
Hi, Eva. Thanks for coming.
We’re so glad you could make it.
Everyone says he looks more like me.
An uncomfortable silence.
So, uh -- Carrie should be here any minute.
Splendid. It will be nice to see her, too.
You talked to CARRIE?
She didn’t return MY call.
She’s working on a case, Mom.
You can’t exactly check your messages
when you’re rescuing someone from the bad guys.
Is she -- a cop?
She used to be.
Now she’s a private detective.
After she was kicked off the force.
Perhaps I should make some coffee.
How about it? Maybe with some brandy in it?
I’ll come help.
PUSH IN ON Margo.
She raises her arm with the IV drip.
I’ll stick with what I’m having --