Grandma Page #2

SAGE:

Mom? She’d have a stroke. She’d

start strangling me, and then she’dhave a stroke.

She demonstrates this.

She drops her pantomime.

ELLE:

Well, she’d strangle you alright.

The kettle WHISTLES.

5A EXT. ELLE’S TERRACE - DAY 5A

Sage and Elle have tea.

SAGE:

I’m such an idiot. Such an idiot.

ELLE:

So was I, when I was your age.

SAGE:

What am I gonna do? What am I

gonna do?

ELLE:

You already said what you’re gonnado. Right? I mean you’ve put somethought into this.

(pause)

Have you?

Sage nods.

ELLE (CONT’D)

Cause this is something you willprobably think about at some momenteach day for the rest of your life.

SAGE:

Uhm...

(pause)

Do you have it? Do you have money?

ELLE:

Honey, at the moment, I have forty-

three dollars.

SAGE:

Forty-three dollars! You’re

joking!

ELLE:

I’m not. That’s what I have until I

get a check end of next week.

SAGE:

How do you have so little money?

ELLE:

I got sick of being in debt, so Ijust paid it all off. Every cent Istill owed. Wanted to get thatweight off my back. I mean I stillhad hospital bills from Vi. Twenty-

seven thousand dollars worth.

SAGE:

Why didn’t you ask mom to help?

ELLE:

Why don’t you?

Sage doesn’t answer.

ELLE (CONT’D)

I don’t need help. I’m sweepingthe decks clean here. Next week

I’m supposed to get a check forsome guest lectures I gave at SantaCruz. I had it all planned out.

SAGE:

Well do you have a credit card?

ELLE:

I cut my credit cards into littlepieces.

(points)

Look, I made a wind chime out of

them.

SAGE:

What?! Why would you do that?

ELLE:

I was transmogrifying my life into

art.

SAGE:

What kind of adult doesn’t have a

credit card!

ELLE:

Credit cards infantilize you. Theyturn you into a pod person. Come

on, you must have a credit card -

SAGE:

Mom confiscated it after I crashed

the car in the garage. Sh*t!

Sh*t!

ELLE:

Alright. Alright. Calm down.

We’re gonna deal with this.

SAGE:

We are?

ELLE:

(beat)

Yes. We are. Where’d you get this

630 dollar number?

SAGE:

I went by a clinic. Called Pine

Rapids.

ELLE:

Christ.

SAGE:

I have an appointment for theprocedure.

ELLE:

For when?

SAGE:

Five-forty-five.

ELLE:

Five-forty-five? You mean today?

(Sage nods)

It’s 9 o’clock already!

SAGE:

They don’t have another appointmentopen this week! And I can’t wait.

I feel sick. And every day, everyday that goes by...

ELLE:

Okay well, I know a women’s healthclinic where you can get one forfree.

SAGE:

You do?

ELLE:

Yeah, Vi used to volunteer there.

Let’s go.

6 EXT. PARKING AREA - DAY 6

Elle brushes some leaves off the tarp covering a car. She

pulls the tarp off, revealing a 1955 Dodge Royal Lancer.

SAGE:

You still have Vi’s car?

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