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By Misti Date: 2002 Apr 11 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.11.09.42.15830]] |
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SCENE 28 INT.- Vito and Frances's bedroom. Night. Frances is laying in bed propped up against the pillows. She's reading an Edgar Allan Poe anthology. The phone on the bedside table rings. Frances glances warily at the phone. With hesitation, she picks up the receiver. Frances: Hello? Hello! Who is this? How the fuck did you get my number? Don't call here again. Frances slams down the receiver. SCENE 29 INT.- Marie's dining area- Night. Marie is sitting at the table in the dining area working on an abstract painting. She's listening to Navajo pow wow music on the stereo as she paints. The phone rings. Marie picks up the cordless phone. Marie: Hello? Hey, girl. Whatsup? Uh, I'd come over but I'm working on a painting and after this I have a bubble bath and bed in mind. Hey, why don't you give Cameron a call? I'm sure he'd love to keep you company. Oh, yeah. You got a point there. Well...my ex could probably come over. Yeah. Luke. He has to be up in a few hours, anyway. Trust me, he's harmless. Okay, give me directions to your house. SCENE 30 INT.- Vito and Frances's enormous den.- Night. Frances is seated on the sofa and Luke is sitting on the loveseat across the room. Frances is wearing cartoon chimpanzee pajamas and huge fuzzy orange slippers. Luke is wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt. A silver crucifix hangs on a silver chain around his neck. Luke: This is a really cool house. Frances: Thanks. I didn't pay for it. Luke: Your husband is on a business trip? Frances: We aren't married. But yeah, Vito is away for awhile. A week, maybe longer. Luke: Oh. I guess Marie told you we're getting a divorce. Frances: Yeah. I'm sorry. Luke: I still love her. I'm hoping maybe she'll change her mind. Frances: Maybe she will. Thank you so much for coming over. Luke: No problem. Frances: You have to go to work in a few hours, right? Luke: Yeah, but I work just right down the road at the refinery. So it's no big deal. Frances: Can I get you anything? I can't cook but we've got microwave popcorn and Coke. Luke: No, I'm fine. Frances: I feel silly. When I was alone I was terrified. But now I just feel like an idiot. Luke: No, don't feel that way. It's bad enough being in a house this size all alone. And then to get a creepy phone call...that's pretty eery. So this guy who called- he's someone you know? Frances: Well...yeah. I don't know if Marie told you this or not but I used to be a topless dancer. This guy who called was one of my regular customers. The main one, actually. My last day at work he offered me money to have sex with him. Luke: Whoa. Does your boyfriend know about this guy? Frances: Yeah. I don't think I'll tell him about the phone call, though. He'd go ballistic. Luke: If this guy calls again you should probably go to the police. Frances: He won't call again. I hope. Luke: Just be careful. Do you have a gun? Frances: No. You think I need one? Luke: I can't believe your boyfriend would leave you in this house without a gun. Frances: We have a security system. That's not enough? Luke: Look, you can't be too careful. Why don't I take you to a pawn shop tomorrow? You can get a gun and I can show you how to shoot it. Frances: Oh, god. My life is turning into a bad b-movie. |