Copyright ©1996, 2012 by Elaine Maria Shelton Speller
WGA Registration 2005
INT. KITCHEN - CLOSE - ON NIMROD - NEXT MORNING
TURNS on the TV, on his way to what is a SHOWER ROOM around the kitchen corner, but STOPS short when something NEWSWORTHY CATCHES his ear.
NIMROD'S POV - ANGELA
on her way to work, she is dressed for success in a power suit. She comes in SMILING, and FASTENING a GUCCI watch to her wrist.
CLOSE - ON ANGELA AND NIMROD
Angela KISSES Nimrod on the cheek. He foregoes the SHOWER ROOM and leans against the counter. Angela POURS a cup of coffee. Nimrod indicates with a NOD that he'll have some too. Angela takes a SIP, then raises her eyebrows and makes a bee line to the SHOWER ROOM. She accidentally BRUSHES Nimrod's MORNING WOOD. His eyes SHIFT left and right. He WAITS. But, Angela keeps WALKING. Nimrod THROWS his head back in QUIET LAUGHTER when she leaves the room.
INT. SHOWER ROOM - CLOSE - ON ANGELA - SAME TIME
Angela's leans against the shower's open door, and COVERS her OPEN mouth with her hand in embarrassment.
EXT/INT. KITCHEN - WIDE - ON ANGELA AND NIMROD
With his back to her, he sits at the Breakfast nook watching television. Picking her cup off the counter she WALKS across the floor, and sits next to him.
So, how's your father?
He's doin' him.
Nimrod CHUCKLES a little.
Hens, hoochies, chickenheads, mommies
biscuits and gravy.
Got it. I can't decide if you said all that
with reverence or disdain...
No... no. I know that Dad's
provoclivities broke up
our family. I know you would
have none of that.
But, he didn't believe you would
he was befuddled without you…
You should have taken me with you.
I was a mess
with a philandering husband and
lipstick on my collar, and you were a
pubescent boy with lipstick on your underwear.
Couldn't afford to start over, take you out
of school, away from our friends,
away from your home.
I thought birthday gifts, extravagant trips,
boomerangs, and boom boxes would fill the void.
Christ Air! That blue dipped Christian Hosoi
Skateboard with the Powell Crossbones
I could have been a pro!
NIMROD CHUCKLES and SHAKES his head.
Dad was pissed when you sent that board.
He was like, oh right...
She doesn't have to deal with the
broken bones! Dad was right too. I broke
my arm in three places.
Then somebody STOLE my board
Man that hurt. It was like
they stole you. But, I think Dad sent
it to the FARM.
They SMILE together.
A father should usher a son through
You have a good relationship with
He was distracted.
He was definitely distracted.
I thought that I was so fine,
that... you know... I was such a good
dancer, your father wouldn't need
But, I was wrong and I was
LOOKS squarely at Nimrod.
That's when you decided
to switch teams?
Oh... this is getting
candid... Let me put it
this way... a woman got
me through it. I've made
CLOSE -- ON NIMROD
LOOKS SQUARELY at Angela.
Did I tell you about the time I saw Sly
and the Family Stone at Amherst College?
NIMROD SHAKES his HEAD.
CLOSE -- ON ANGELA LOOKING straight ahead.
I was thirteen. It was 1968. I lived next
door to a huge Portuguese family -- ten
beautiful kids from 30 to 8 years old. A
rainbow of complexions. They taught me
No kidding! Idiki Yidiki…
Anyway, One of the daughters was
so brilliant, she accepted a full academic
scholarship to Amherst. She invited her little
sisters, and they invited me on a long train ride
from Boston to a dormitory room full of girls sprawled
on the floor playing Bid Whist and eating crackers and
vienna sausages from the can, for a Sly and the Family
Stone concert! I was so excited! There were two shows.
We had tickets to the second show and we were at
head of the line. Toward the end
of the first show, the crowd in the back started pushing
in waves and we were the wall! Literally. I couldn't breath!
It was scary! They pushed us right through these
barn loft doors to Dance to the Music!
I didn't know if I should hide, go back outside,
I couldn't see my friends.... it was a window of
opportunity, a critical path. I was there and the kid
in me decided to enjoy the show. The adult knows now
that people should do what they want to do
as long as it is not at anyone's expense.
That's the Randian in me. I liken that experience to a
sea of millions of sperm. It helps to acknowledge we are
either the strongest swimmers or we were pushed to
the egg by stronger swimmers behind us. But it
doesn't really matter. We're here
to enjoy the show! And you have to figure out why you swam
to the egg dude!
LOOKS squarely at Nimrod.