Today's installment of "Sycamore Hill" is being broken up into two parts, one part this morning, the other this afternoon. Tom is trouble, or, as spell-a-holic Mayvene might say, "T-R-O-U-B-L-E."
HALLWAY OUTSIDE BILL’S CONDO
MAYVENE ROUNDS THE CORNER TO FIND THE
NEIGHBORS GATHERED OUTSIDE BILL’S DOORWAY.
JOANN AND HER SON, TOM, ARE LEAVING THE CONDO
AND ENTER THE HALLWAY CARRYING BILL’S LARGE-SCREEN TV.
TOM IS 35, HANDSOME BUT ROUGH-LOOKING.
Tom, what are you doing?
(struggling with TV)
We’re taking this TV.
(appearing at other end,
Looks like Bill’s kids took everything
they want, they’re giving the rest to
charity, so… we’re charity!
Do they know you are taking the TV?
What business is it of yours, Mayvene?
(here comes the full twang)
Tom, I am the former Homeowners’ Association President, and this IS my business.
TOM and JOANN stop.
Yee haw! That is some accent you have when you’re angry. Just where are you from?
Well, you sound like an ignorant
MAYVENE pulls herself up like she’s the Queen of
England. The other neighbors shrink back.
I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable…
Yes she does…
But where I come from, we don’t insult
our elders, and we don’t steal, especially
from the dead.
Shocked silence. TOM puts down the TV, forcing
his mother to do the same. He steps toward
Are you calling me a thief?
MAYVENE clamps her jaw tight and gives him a
DIANE, the young assistant manager, walks in.
What’s going on?
She looks at TOM.
Diane, it’s nothing. Bill’s kids…
they just…left this…and…
They’re stealing it.
Oh, for crying out loud, Mayvene,
We are not stealing it! (to Diane)
They left it behind!! I dare any of
you to prove otherwise. Tom, let’s go.
TOM hesitates, but picks up the TV with his mom, smiles weakly at Diane, scowls at Mayvene, as they EXIT.
That man has been trouble since
the day he moved in here. Parking in the
wrong spot, playing music after 8pm.
A complete danger to all of us! I don’t
understand why the Homeowners’
Association doesn’t force him out. He’s
younger than 55.
Joann insists her son is her caregiver,
which allows him to stay under the rules.
Caregiver! The only care he’s ever
given her is an empty bank account!
Mama is still taking care of HIM! And if he
lets his dog…which he’s not even allowed to
have here…do its business…one more time
on the common greenbelt without picking
it up…that rulebreaker will have me hopping
to the Homeowners Association faster than
a toad in heat.
IRMA leaves Bill’s condo and ENTERS the hallway,
pushed in her wheelchair by her nurse, CLAIRE.
IRMA carries a small TV in her lap. CLAIRE pushes the wheelchair with one hand and carries a lamp in the other. Trailing them are TWO HANDYMEN carrying a couch.
Diane! Claire and I want to know if we could donate my old couch to the community room
and get a receipt for my taxes.
Certainly, Irma, that’s very generous of you.
(stunned, points to handymen)
Irma, Is that Bill’s couch?
ANDY, the hippie walks up to watch.
(quietly to him)
Andy, see you at the GTA Friday.
He nods conspiratorially.
MAYVENE walks into…
INT. BILL’S CONDO
LINDA sits on a folding chair. The place is
picked clean, except for a couple of Bill’s paintings--
the copies of “The Scream,” and “American Gothic.”
Linda, how are you?
They won’t even let me come to the
memorial service. And they say he left
me nothing in his will. I don’t believe it!
I’m going to have to hire a lawyer.
Is that necessary?
Absolutely. Bill’s kids never approved of me.
Even though their mother died years ago, they
saw me as the other woman trying to
steal away their lonely father!
Imagine! Me, take advantage of a man!
So you know what? I’m keeping his car!
Yes, well that certainly isn’t taking advantage…
I won’t be treated like this! They’re going to have to pry those keys from
my cold, dead hands…
A cheery thought. Let me know if you need anything.
While they’re speaking, DEIRDRE, a resident,
ENTERS and looks at the two paintings, assessing
them. She takes “American Gothic” off the wall.
Deirdre, don’t you dare walk away
with that painting! That’s MINE!
DEIRDRE ignores her, takes the painting and EXITS.
FADE TO BLACK
Up next: getting ugly in the laundryroom
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