House on Daisy Hill: Continued
Alright, the second scene is MUCH longer than the first, so this is just the first part of the second scene. Which means where I've put the break won't be the smoothest... but I'm sure you'll survive.
The first part of this story can be found here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/d_fool/55193.html
INT. LOUNGE ROOM
The inside of the house is furnished with brightly coloured furniture and decorations, fancy curtains, and bright colours. The room is a mess, with a large pile of laundry piled in one corner and scattered around the room. Near the front door is a coat rack with a couple of coats and hats on it. There is also some small feathers scattered around the place. There is a coffee table in the middle of the room, with a dress draped over half of it. Sue looks on in disgrace. John’s eyes linger on a pair of exotic female underwear lying on the couch. Sue puts down John’s suitcase on the floor.
SUE
They have no respect for cleanliness, either of them.
JOHN
Them?
Sue turns to John.
SUE
Do you see what I have to put up with? I try to keep this place clean, but there’s no point.
Sue walks up to the pile of laundry and picks up the exotic underwear.
SUE
Look at this. It’s disgraceful!
She throws the underwear on top of the pile of clothes. She then bends down and picks up a small feather from the floor and waves it in John’s face.
SUE
And they won’t even let me do anything about the feathers. I relocate one single feather and he wails, and she screams at me. It’s one of those things she lets him indulge in.
Sue throws the feather behind her and John’s eyes move to that direction, and notices for the first time a huge pile of feathers in a corner piled up to the height of his waist.
SUE
You can see why I asked you to come. I can’t handle them by myself! They’re driving me crazy.
Pause
JOHN
Say, is Alex still around?
SUE
No, he died of old age a couple of years ago, I’m afraid.
John’s frowns and he is disappointed and a little sad.
JOHN
I’m going to miss that cat.
Pause
SUE
I’ll go get mother. She should be glad to see you.
Sue leaves the room, leaving John by himself. He walks up to the pile of feathers and inspects it. Amongst the pile lies A SMALL BOY, about ten years old, asleep.
JOHN
Hello?
The boy doesn’t respond. John pokes him to wake him up. The boy sleepily opens his eyes and looks at John. He sits up, feathers in his hair and starts gagging and coughing, and he spits out a couple of feathers then blinks sleepily at John.
JOHN
Hi, I’m John. What’s your name?
The boy doesn’t answer, but continues to look at John.
JOHN
Are you a relative?
Sue enters the room.
SUE
Mother’s having a bath. She should be out in a minute.
JOHN
Who’s this?
John indicates to the boy.
SUE
Oh, didn’t I tell you about him? He’s mother’s pet. He just turned up one day and mother started pampering him. Don’t try talking to him though, he hasn’t said a word to me since he arrived, the disrespectful little brat.
JOHN
Is he a relative?
SUE
Why do you say that?
JOHN
He does share a family resemblance, from father’s side, at least. A cousin, maybe?
Sue looks at the boy and screws up her face in thought, considering him.
SUE
Hey, I never noticed that before. You could be right, it might explain why Mother took him in.
DIANNE, a lady in her fifties, staggers into the room, drunk. She is wearing a skimpy red dress and a pink fluffy scarf and too much makeup. She is carrying a bottle of wine in her hand. Sue rushes up to her and catches her as she staggers. The boy grins at her entrance. John turns to face her.
SUE
Mother! I thought you were having a bath!
Dianne takes a swig from her bottle. Dianne’s speech is quite good for someone who is blind drunk.
DIANNE
I was going to, sweetheart, but then I realised I had just had a large meal, and I heard once that you’re really not supposed to bathe within half an hour of eating.
SUE
(annoyed)
That’s swimming, mother.
DIANNE
That’s silly, how else would you get rid of the smell of chlorine?
SUE
Mother, what were you doing all this time in the bathroom?
Dianne looks guiltily at the bottle of wine in her hand. Sue angrily snatches it off Dianne and outs it down on the nearby coffee table. The boy watches the scene quietly.
SUE
You’re a disgrace, mother. In case you’ve forgotten, we have company!
Dianne looks up and sees John, and she breaks into a big grin, pulls away from Sue and comes up to John, holding her arms out wide.
DIANNE
Johnny!
The first part of this story can be found here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/d_fool/55193.html
INT. LOUNGE ROOM
The inside of the house is furnished with brightly coloured furniture and decorations, fancy curtains, and bright colours. The room is a mess, with a large pile of laundry piled in one corner and scattered around the room. Near the front door is a coat rack with a couple of coats and hats on it. There is also some small feathers scattered around the place. There is a coffee table in the middle of the room, with a dress draped over half of it. Sue looks on in disgrace. John’s eyes linger on a pair of exotic female underwear lying on the couch. Sue puts down John’s suitcase on the floor.
SUE
They have no respect for cleanliness, either of them.
JOHN
Them?
Sue turns to John.
SUE
Do you see what I have to put up with? I try to keep this place clean, but there’s no point.
Sue walks up to the pile of laundry and picks up the exotic underwear.
SUE
Look at this. It’s disgraceful!
She throws the underwear on top of the pile of clothes. She then bends down and picks up a small feather from the floor and waves it in John’s face.
SUE
And they won’t even let me do anything about the feathers. I relocate one single feather and he wails, and she screams at me. It’s one of those things she lets him indulge in.
Sue throws the feather behind her and John’s eyes move to that direction, and notices for the first time a huge pile of feathers in a corner piled up to the height of his waist.
SUE
You can see why I asked you to come. I can’t handle them by myself! They’re driving me crazy.
Pause
JOHN
Say, is Alex still around?
SUE
No, he died of old age a couple of years ago, I’m afraid.
John’s frowns and he is disappointed and a little sad.
JOHN
I’m going to miss that cat.
Pause
SUE
I’ll go get mother. She should be glad to see you.
Sue leaves the room, leaving John by himself. He walks up to the pile of feathers and inspects it. Amongst the pile lies A SMALL BOY, about ten years old, asleep.
JOHN
Hello?
The boy doesn’t respond. John pokes him to wake him up. The boy sleepily opens his eyes and looks at John. He sits up, feathers in his hair and starts gagging and coughing, and he spits out a couple of feathers then blinks sleepily at John.
JOHN
Hi, I’m John. What’s your name?
The boy doesn’t answer, but continues to look at John.
JOHN
Are you a relative?
Sue enters the room.
SUE
Mother’s having a bath. She should be out in a minute.
JOHN
Who’s this?
John indicates to the boy.
SUE
Oh, didn’t I tell you about him? He’s mother’s pet. He just turned up one day and mother started pampering him. Don’t try talking to him though, he hasn’t said a word to me since he arrived, the disrespectful little brat.
JOHN
Is he a relative?
SUE
Why do you say that?
JOHN
He does share a family resemblance, from father’s side, at least. A cousin, maybe?
Sue looks at the boy and screws up her face in thought, considering him.
SUE
Hey, I never noticed that before. You could be right, it might explain why Mother took him in.
DIANNE, a lady in her fifties, staggers into the room, drunk. She is wearing a skimpy red dress and a pink fluffy scarf and too much makeup. She is carrying a bottle of wine in her hand. Sue rushes up to her and catches her as she staggers. The boy grins at her entrance. John turns to face her.
SUE
Mother! I thought you were having a bath!
Dianne takes a swig from her bottle. Dianne’s speech is quite good for someone who is blind drunk.
DIANNE
I was going to, sweetheart, but then I realised I had just had a large meal, and I heard once that you’re really not supposed to bathe within half an hour of eating.
SUE
(annoyed)
That’s swimming, mother.
DIANNE
That’s silly, how else would you get rid of the smell of chlorine?
SUE
Mother, what were you doing all this time in the bathroom?
Dianne looks guiltily at the bottle of wine in her hand. Sue angrily snatches it off Dianne and outs it down on the nearby coffee table. The boy watches the scene quietly.
SUE
You’re a disgrace, mother. In case you’ve forgotten, we have company!
Dianne looks up and sees John, and she breaks into a big grin, pulls away from Sue and comes up to John, holding her arms out wide.
DIANNE
Johnny!