MY GIRL Page #3

Vada and strange woman make their way to a desk in the

foyer, and sit down

So, have you had the unfortunate experience

of recently losing a loved one?

STRANGER:

(puzzled look)

Could I see your Dad, just for a second?

Vada runs across to call downstairs

VADA:

DAD, SOMEBODY'S HERE!!

Vada runs back to the desk

He's downstairs working on Mr. Layton.

Prostate Cancer. Once it hits your prostate,

you're a goner.

STRANGER:

Oh.

Harry enters

HARRY:

How may I... Help you?

STRANGER:

I'm Shelly devoto. We spoke, the other day

regarding the make up artist job.

HARRY:

Oh yes.

SHELLY:

It's still available I hope?

HARRY:

I think it's still available.

SHELLY:

I'm a licensed cosmetologist, I worked for

two years, at the "Dino Raphael" Salon, all my

customers cried when I told them I was

leaving.

HARRY:

Uhh, Miss devoto...

SHELLY:

I have a wonderful disposition, I put people

right at ease.

HARRY:

Uhh, Miss devoto, these people are already at

ease. This is not a Beauty Parlor, it's a

Funeral Parlor.

SHELLY:

They're dead?

HARRY:

Yes they are.

SHELLY:

Stiffs??

HARRY:

(for want of a better word)

Deceased.

SHELLY:

The add just said "Makeup Artist"

Doorbell rings

HARRY:

Ahh, excuse me a second will you?

(opens door)

Hi George, this is a twelve-fifty-eight, I

didn't want the burnished handles.

(door closes off scene)

Vada looks out the window at Shelly's camper

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