Copyright ©1996 by Elaine Maria Shelton Speller
WGA Registration 2005
WHITE WORDS ON BLACK TITLE CARD:
INT. REAGAN NATIONAL AIRPORT - LONG - EARLY EVENING
A LONG PAN on the patrons in the airport -- and the transient nature of pilgrims.
Nimrod is the cover for runway notes on Fashion Week. Airport lighting suggests the COOL BLUE energy. His complexion is unsaturated -- DE-NOISED. Too bushy eyebrows over deeply set eyes and red fleshy lips, his Adam's Apple is foreshadowed by a strong chin. You have to get close to see that only his youth is exposed, though strengthened by the uneven line of a once fractured collarbone.
NIMROD'S POV - ANGELA
Angela wearing a peacoat and skinny slacks. She spots Nimrod over her shoulder.
CLOSE - ON NIMROD AND ANGELA
He GRABS her around the waist in a GENTLE BEAR HUG before she can TURN AROUND. Nimrod is Angela's son. She is eighteen years his senior, but it is difficult to believe Nimrod is her son. People AROUND them think they are lovers. Their relationship is coy. Heaped in mutual respect for the power between them. Raised during his adolescence by his father, Nimrod is chauvinistic about MASCULINITY. The only woman he truly respects is Angela and women like her, who pull no punches. He blames his father for driving Angela away. Angela has Nimrod before she is capable of being maternal. She molded him to be the man she always wanted. He is her alter-ego, but they are not as close as they should have been. Angela PRESSES her face against his. She has to force herself to let go.
Mom. You are mad fine!
The pilgrims closest to them are taken aback.
Angela looks up at him and smiles at Nimrod's strong features. She is PROUD and TOUCHES his cheek with the palm of her hand.
Where have you been for so long?
I spent the Summer in South Lake
Tahoe with Stacey.
Waterskiing, kicking back...
Riding up and down the mountain
He smiles at the suggestion. They head toward Baggage Claims.
No! Well, sort of... but I'm
on my way to Panama. I'm working
with this construction company
installing air conditioning on
Howard Air Force Base.
Yea, see. So quick to judge. I'm not
quite ready to wear ribbons around my neck.
Nimrod leans over and kisses her on the cheek, while they watch baggage go round.
Angela speeds on the Beltway weaving in and out. Nimrod eggs her on. Looks out the window at the cars they pass and waves while mouthing the words, CYA with a SMILE and a CHUCKLE.
My lover lives with me.
ABRUPTLY, Nimrod LOOKS sideways and raises his eyebrows.
You let someone play with your toys?
Emphasis on, someone?
Emphasis on toys… You're such a...
I didn't say that. I'm
just surprised. They must
She is very special.
INT. MEDIA ROOM - NIMROD - EVENING
He sets up two stools and a small table as if preparing for a seance, packs a pipe with weed, and waits anxiously for Angela.
ANGELA AND NIMROD
She LOOKS surprised at Nimrod's formality for getting STONED -- reminiscent of the '60s. She is AMUSED and TOUCHED by his sentimental treatment the first time they get high together. Barefoot and wearing a long skirt and tank-top she gathers it in front of her to sit. BARE CHESTED, Nimrod STOKES the pipe and passes it to Angela. Between EXHALATIONS and over MUSIC, he proceeds to tell her about BLUNTS,SKUNK and CHRONIC like any connoisseur of exquisite marijuana and ELEGANT ways to smoke it. Angela LISTENS with interest while concentrating on INHALING. SUDDENLY...
Mom! Did you hear that?
Don't get paranoid on me...
They EXPLODE in laughter, throwing their heads back at the same time.
Where's your lover?
At work. She won't be home
until about four tomorrow morning.
Where does she work?
The night shift at UPS...
He CUTS her off...
Mom... Have you read, Soul On
Yes... but I was an adult before I
was aware that Eldridge Cleaver
spent over half of his awful
dissertation on the justification
of rape for the "revolution". I
have to read it again.
The justification of rape? That
depends on the prism.
What I distinctly remember,
are Kathleen Cleaver's black eyes, that
she wore like fashion accessories, in spite
of the patterns in those
Dashikis, the leather jackets,
berets, the smell of burning
incense, and the Free Huey Campaign.
What do you mean?
Eldridge was kicking her ass.
He watches her for a moment.
That's what the media wanted
you to see.
I don't think so. Once a woman
lets a man hit her, it will
happen again. I remember, Ros and
I asked each other from a man's
point of view...
We thought we could conjure
a man's POV
if we were men and a woman let us hit
her, would we hit her again?
We actually paused to think
Anyway, I've always said, If a
man wants to get back at a woman,
he should do it in the bedroom.
A lot of men can't do it in the
bedroom. That's the problem.
They CHUCKLE. Then Angela PAUSES and LOOKS SLYLY at Nimrod.
So... are you gonna let me see
What? Mom! Why do you always
want to see my penis?
Because... when you were a baby
I heard you screaming at the
top of your lungs when you were
circumcised. When I took you
home, I cleaned it, I lubricated
it, made sure it didn't get
infected, and it was beautiful.
The perfect phallic tip. And now
I want to see the fruit of my
No! I'm not showing you my
Because... it's mine!
You're so selfish.
Angela rolls her eyes.
Mom, you are out of your
You are… a lunatic.