Stoker Page #4

INDIA:

Mom?

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It's going to rain.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

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EVELYN:

Relax.

There.

(EVELYN GIGGLING)

EVELYN:

Curl your fingers.

(PIANO PLAYING NOTES)

No.

Watch me. You see?

(PLAYS SOFT MELODY)

(DOOR SLAMS)

I'm teaching him piano.

Uncle Charlie is

a complete beginner.

Put on some dry clothes

and come play with us.

Why don't you take a hot shower

first or you'll catch a cold.

Come on. Here.

(PLAYING PIANO)

EVELYN:

Good morning, sweetie.

Charlie cleared off

the court yesterday.

So we're just gonna walk

on over.

You don't want to come,

do you?

CHARLES:

Hello, India.

I took one of Richard's belts.

His whites are

a little big.

Ready?

Let's go.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

India?

It's me.

Come and give

your Auntie Gin a hug.

(UTENSILS SCRAPING PLATE)

EVELYN:
What time did

you get in, Gwendolyn?

Around 4.

Oh. That's right.

And when do you fly out?

That remains to be seen.

I'd originally planned

to stay for only a day or two

but now I'm thinking

I should stay a bit longer.

Spend a little quality time

with India.

Hmm. How nice for her.

Charles?

Auntie Gin.

How long have you been here?

Not long.

We're so grateful

that he's taken time away

from his commitments

in Europe.

Europe?

Yes.

Evie, dear, after dinner,

I was thinking perhaps

you and I could talk.

We are talking.

GWENDOLYN:
Alone.

EVELYN:
About what?

Like Richard, for instance.

Richard?

Yes, Evie. Richard.

My nephew, your late husband.

I don't think I'll be forgetting

his name any time soon.

Of course not.

I just thought there might

be arrangements to be made.

Things to be settled.

Our lawyer has said none of this

has anything to do with you.

You're not in the will.

No, dear, I mean something

entirely different.

Like, for example,

maybe we could talk about

your living here

with Charlie like this.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

EVELYN:
Auntie Gin

isn't shy when it comes

to expressing

her opinions about me.

Like when Richard asked me

to marry him.

What Auntie Gin

might be surprised

to learn is that those opinions

are neither wanted,

needed, or appreciated.

Evie...

You come into my home

and attack me

at a time like this.

GWENDOLYN:
Evie...

I'm sure Auntie Gin

didn't mean anything.

You didn't mean anything

by it, did you?

No.

No, of course not, Evie dear.

Now, would either of you two

like to play something

for us after dinner?

No, thank you.

No, thank you.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Good night, Auntie Gin.

Don't mind Evie.

She's just tired.

Oh, um, what was the name

of your hotel again?

The Biltmore.

The Biltmore.

Maybe we could have

breakfast together.

Just us girls.

Oh, I'm not sure.

CHARLES:
Can you take

her to the Biltmore Hotel?

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