The Help Page #3

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5.

MR. BLACKLY

Oh, Christ...I guess you'll do.

Can you clean?

SKEETER:

Clean?

Mr. Blackly sees cigarette smoke bleeding under his door.

MR. BLACKLY

Clean!

Mr. Blackly pulls up a box filled with letters and

newspapers. He slams it down in front of Skeeter.

MR. BLACKLY (CONT'D)

Miss Myrna's gone sh*t-house crazy

on us, drunk hair spray or

something. Read her past columns

and all these letters. Answer them

just like she did, nobody'll know

the damn difference.

Skeeter forces a smile.

MR. BLACKLY (CONT'D)

You know who Miss Myrna is?

SKEETER:

(COVERING)

I read her articles all the time.

MR. BLACKLY

Articles? Ha! It's a cleaning

advice column, Miss Phelan. Eight

bucks a week. Copy due Thursday.

Mr. Blackly picks up the phone and starts yelling at someone.

Skeeter excitedly grabs the box of letters and leaves.

INT. HOLBROOK HOUSE - BATHROOM - SAME DAY

HILLY HOLBROOK, 22, white and hefty, sits on a closed toilet

seat in a well-appointed bathroom. She's covered in red plaid

and bows and has a round face topped by a perfect beehive.

HILLY:

(SCREAMING UPWARD)

Momma! We're late for bridge!

Hilly carefully rolls toilet paper out from its holder. She

raises a pencil and places the tiniest dot imaginable on the

first and second sheets of paper.

AIBILEEN (V.O.)

Miss Hilly was the first of the

babies to have a baby. And it must

a come out of her like the eleventh

commandment. `Cause once Miss

Hilly had a baby, ever girl at the

bridge table wanted one too.

6.

She carefully rolls the paper back up in the roll.

HILLY:

Minny! Go get Momma!

INT. HOLBROOK HOUSE - ENTRY FOYER STAIRWELL - SAME TIME

MINNY JACKSON, 33, black, plump and in uniform, rolls her

eyes beneath a crystal chandelier. She shouts up the

mahogany stairwell.

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