Neat and Tidy
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INT. MODERN HOUSE –
LOUNGE AREA – DAY
A shuffling sound
followed by a clicking sound is heard.
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INT. MODERN HOUSE –
HALLWAY ENTRY – DAY
Marley clutching a
glass vase full with flowers enters from the hall. She places the vase down on
a coffee table in the lounge, fussing over the flowers. She continues around
the area, straightening photo frames and couch cushions.
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INT. MODERN HOUSE –
KITCHEN– DAY
Marley, wiping down
the kitchen bench. She steps back to assess her work, then frowning, continues
to clean.
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INT. MODERN HOUSE –
DINING ROOM – DAY
Marley walks in.
She straightens the
placemats. Pushes the chairs in. Lines up the venetian blinds. Moves the table
a slight bit. Re–pushes the chairs in.
Marley walks out.
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INT. MODERN HOUSE –
KITCHEN – DAY
Marley walks back in
and up to the fridge.
She aligns all the
fridge magnets by size and shape. And aligns the papers up so they are in a
perfect strait formation of squares.
Marley walks over
and crouches next to a glass cabinet. With an eye roll she stands again,
reaching for a box of tissues. Crouching back down, she begins wiping the glass
front down. Next opening the cabinet and starting to pull all the glasses out
to clean them also.
Ryder enters. His
eyes widen as he takes in the sight.
RYDER:
(Sighing)
Really?
(Sighing)
Really?
Marley turns quick
to face him, guilt showing on her face.
RYDER:
Let’s put them all away now, come on.
Let’s put them all away now, come on.
Ryder crouches next
to her, picking up a glass and putting it back in the cabinet.
Marley snatches it
back off the shelf.
MARLEY:
(Angrily, through clenched teeth)
I hadn’t cleaned it yet.
(Angrily, through clenched teeth)
I hadn’t cleaned it yet.
RYDER:
Marley, they’re clean.
You cleaned them this morning,
and we haven’t even used them.
They are clean.
Marley, they’re clean.
You cleaned them this morning,
and we haven’t even used them.
They are clean.
Ryder takes the
glass back off her, and puts it in the cupboard. And starts to pick up more.
MARLEY:
(Shouts)
No!.
(Shouts)
No!.
Marley pulls at
Ryder’s arms.
Ryder turns away,
moving himself between her and the cabinet, continuing to put the glasses away.
Marley starts
pulling on the collar of his shirt
Ryder tips slightly
but regains his balance.
Marley thumps on his
back.
RYDER:
(Shouts)
Cut it out Marley!
(Shouts)
Cut it out Marley!
MARLEY:
No give them back! They’re mine!
They’re dirty and they’re mine!
Give them back!
No give them back! They’re mine!
They’re dirty and they’re mine!
Give them back!
Marley shoves him
forward.
Ryder reaches up to
balance himself on the counter. Drops a glass in his haste to keep his balance.
Marley jumps back,
covering her mouth.
RYDER:
Now would you look at that.
Broken, that’s worse isn’t it?
That’s worse for you?
Now would you look at that.
Broken, that’s worse isn’t it?
That’s worse for you?
Ryder turns a little
to look over his shoulder at Marley, smirking.
RYDER:
How about I break another one, sounds fun to me.
How about I break another one, sounds fun to me.
MARLEY:
(Screams)
No! … No, no, no!
(Screams)
No! … No, no, no!
Ryder nods, picking
up another glass.
RYDER:
Just think about the little shards
that are going to be everywhere,
and I’m not going to do anything about them,
just leave them, lying here.
Just think about the little shards
that are going to be everywhere,
and I’m not going to do anything about them,
just leave them, lying here.
Marley shakes her
head wide eyed.
MARLEY:
Please don’t. You can’t, you wouldn’t, you know…
Please don’t. You can’t, you wouldn’t, you know…
Ryder cut her off,
standing up and turning to face her.
RYDER:
(Runs a hand through his hair)
No, you know what, I’m calling the lady,
what was it, Kitty? Yep, I’m calling her,
we don’t want a baby, well I don’t want one,
and you won’t be able to handle one, babies are mess Marley,
this (Gesturing around the kitchen) thing you do,
will not cut it. You will not be able to handle it,
kinda like how I can’t handle you. So I’m calling
her then I’m leaving. I just, I just can’t anymore,
you can find someone else to deal with all this,
cause I can’t anymore.
(Runs a hand through his hair)
No, you know what, I’m calling the lady,
what was it, Kitty? Yep, I’m calling her,
we don’t want a baby, well I don’t want one,
and you won’t be able to handle one, babies are mess Marley,
this (Gesturing around the kitchen) thing you do,
will not cut it. You will not be able to handle it,
kinda like how I can’t handle you. So I’m calling
her then I’m leaving. I just, I just can’t anymore,
you can find someone else to deal with all this,
cause I can’t anymore.
Marley continues to
stare at him, showing no emotion.
MARLEY:
Fine.
Fine.
Marley shrugs.
Crawling forward and picking up her tissues then moving carefully to pick up
the broken pieces of glass.
Ryder shakes his
head and storms out of the room.
MARLEY:
(Quietly to herself)
I was going to see Jake later anyway.
He knows how to make me feel better.
(Quietly to herself)
I was going to see Jake later anyway.
He knows how to make me feel better.
Marley smiles to
herself.
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INT. MODERN HOUSE – DINING
ROOM – NIGHT
Marley is sat at the
dining room table with cutlery laid out all over the table, a fork in her hand
that she was cleaning.
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EXT. MODERN HOUSE –
FRONT DOOR – NIGHT
Ryder exits the
house with a few bags, keeping his gaze forward as he walks down the driveway.
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INT. MODERN HOUSE –
DINING ROOM – NIGHT
Marley smiles to
herself as the front door slams shut.
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