Elle Page #5

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Irene shakes her head, lights a cigarette.

IRENE:

You’ve always wanted some sanitizedversion of life, Michelle.

MICHELLE:

I would kill you. You asked. I told

you.

IRENE:

You’re so selfish, Michelle. It’s

frightening.

12.

MICHELLE:

I know. Here’s the check for yourmortgage payment by the way.

Michelle takes a check from her purse, hands it over.

IRENE:

You never give anything truly ofyourself. Like with your father.

How much effort would it take...?

MICHELLE:

Don’t.

IRENE:

He’s an old man, Michelle.

MICHELLE:

Well, he’s still breathing, so notold enough, apparently.

IRENE:

There’s are some connections that

can never be broken...

MICHELLE:

I walk through the door here...

IRENE:

...Never! No matter what.

MICHELLE:

...and it’s one horror after another.

IRENE:

He’s having another parole hearingnext week...

MICHELLE:

Enough. OK?

Irene looks hurt. Michelle sips her coffee, notices somethingby her chair. She holds it up.

MICHELLE (CONT’D)

Your stud forgot his hernia belt.

18 EXT. MICHELLE’S HOUSE -- DUSK 18

Getting groceries out of her car, Michelle is politelyaccosted by her neighbor REBECCA, a very pretty, large-

bosomed woman in her mid-30s. Conservatively dressed, perky.

13.

REBECCA:

Michelle, glad I caught you. I’mputting these on everybody’s door.

(presses a Flyer in

Michelle’s hand)

It's about the neighborhoodcoucil's new trash-separationpolicy.

MICHELLE:

Oh, thank you.

Rebecca’s handsome husband, PATRICK - a man with the look of

a high school quarterback just starting to go to seed - iswrestling a large Xmas creche out of his car’s hatch-back.

REBECCA:

They're levying a pretty steep finenow if recycleables aren't properlysorted and we're having a blockmeeting Wednesday to organize ouropposition.

MICHELLE:

But you're on the council, aren'tyou?

PATRICK:

I've tried to point that out to herthat it's hard to be "we" and

"they" at the same time.

MICHELLE:

It's an interesting position

anyway.

REBECCA:

That's how I like to look at it.

Michelle smiles politely and finds herself sharing an amusedlittle look with the man carrying the creche. She givesRebecca another smile and tosses the flyer in the car beforeshe shuts the door.

19 INT. MICHELLE’S HOUSE -- NIGHT 19

Michelle comes in. A LOCKSMITH works on the front door.

LOCKSMITH:

This is the last one. Your new set

of keys is there on the table.

14.

MICHELLE:

Great. Thank you... Did you notice

the side door doesn’t close properly?

LOCKSMITH:

The wood’s warped. Might be

possible to shim under the hinge

plates, fix it that way.

MICHELLE:

Oh?

LOCKSMITH:

I don’t do that. I just do locks.

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