Aftertaste Page #10

Season #1 Episode #1

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Melody Rae notices a guy boldly staring at her from across the room. He is wearing a baseball cap tipped-up high on his forehead, with a Budweiser logo embroidered on the front. And he has on a blue plaid shirt, jean overalls and oversized light brown construction boots. He is standing with his hands in his pockets leaning up against the side of the brick wall near the tables that align the front window. Melody Rae slips into a daydream.

REVEAL:
Fantasy scene; this boy and Melody Rae are sitting side by side at the edge of a boat dock, drinking Irish coffee’s and fishing in a lake off the back near an oak cabin. He leans in to kiss her.

Suzie hits Melody Rae’s arm spinning her back into the present.

SUZIE:

He looks too young.

Aaron Jr. returns and is passing out the martinis when the stranger in overalls ambles directly toward Melody Rae. In surprise she spills most of her drink all over Suzie. She reaches in front of her brother to grab napkins from the center of the table and begins cleaning up her mess.

MELODY RAE:

I am sooo sorry, Suzie. Oh my gosh. Where is

(CONTINUED)

my head.

SUZIE:

I think I know.

(tilting her heard and using eye

language)

Melody Rae slowly turns around to be inches from this stranger in overalls. He tips his hat.

WILLIE:

Awful nice to meet ya, ma’am. Mah name’s

Willie...Dance?

Melody Rae is led onto the crowded dance floor. The hip-hop song of Funky Cold Medina is blaring. Girls are dancing on the bar. Melody Rae is struggling to avoid eye contact and appearing uncomfortable but intoxicated by him; a moth-to-a-flame-like animalistic attraction exists between them. Near the end of the song Willie leans his face intimately close to hers, causing her to giggle uncomfortably.

MELODY RAE:

Thank you.

Melody Rae turns and abruptly walks away, back to her table. Melody Rae and Willie make eyes at each other from across the room whenever possible throughout the entire evening. At one point, he has the bartender send her a drink. Once served, she lifts her glass, looks in his direction, and mimes the words: Thank you. Near closing time, he approaches her and places his arm in front of her so she can’t walk any farther. This makes her giggle like a little schoolgirl.

WILLIE:

Yew gotta pe-yun thar, hot thang?

Ah-ee’d shore like to call ya.

Melody Rae spins around, grabs a napkin off the nearest table and scrambles for a pen in her purse, quickly writing down her number. Suzie rolls her eyes. Melody Rae hands Willie the napkin and their hands touch. The moment is charged with chemistry.

WILLIE:

Darlin’, ah be callin’ yew.

MELODY RAE:

I really hope so...you won’t regret it.

Suzie slaps Melody Rae’s arm—hard, which makes her wince and then chuckle.

INT. MELODY RAE’S NEW APARTMENT

Melody Rae is sitting on the kitchen vinyl tile floor and cleaning out the bottom drawers of her refrigerator when the wall phone rings. She lets it ring three times before standing, pulling off her gloves and answering it.

MELODY RAE:

Hello?

WILLIE:

Hey kid.

MELODY RAE:

Uh-h-h, (giggle) who is this?

WILLIE:

Ah caint believe yew forgot me? How many guys

yew give your number to last night, missy?

MELODY RAE:

What?! None! I mean one...is this Willie?

MELODY RAE:

Nope. Ah’s Jack. Who’s Willie?

MELODY RAE:

Um...uh...

WILLIE:

Ah’s teasin’ yew. Yup, itch Willie.

MELODY RAE:

Don’t do that to me.

WILLIE:

Listen darlin’ if yer nice, I maheet let ya

see mah truck.

Melody Rae looks at her phone than holds it back to her ear.

WILLIE:

Hey, yew like pizza?

MELODY RAE:

Who doesn’t?

WILLIE:

Yew make me layuf. Awrat, ah pick ya up your

place next Friday night. Eight o’clock.

MELODY RAE:

O-h-k-a-a-ay.

WILLIE:

Cool. See ya then, kid.

MELODY RAE:

But, you don’t know where I live?

WILLIE:

Shore ah do.

Willie hangs up phone.

Melody Rae’s initial reaction is an exultant feeling of joy. She sits for a few minutes smiling, and then as she is dialing her mother’s number her face changes to confusion.

MELODY RAE:

Hey mom! Soooo I have a date next Friday.

Mom’s squeal can be heard over the receiver.

REVEAL:
Melody Rae is seen each morning exercising, organizing her closet and rearranging furniture throughout the week. Image of calendar with a smiley face drawn on Friday. It is evening. Melody Rae is in her apartment looking fabulous, pouring herself a glass of cheap red wine, and then sitting at the kitchen table with a Glamour magazine. She is continually looking up and glancing at the clock. It shows seven-thirty, then seven-thirty-eight, then seven-fifty-one, then eight o’clock. The phone rings. She breathes in and waits for it to ring three times and then answers.

MELODY RAE:

Hello?

WILLIE:

Hey kid, tiz me.

MELODY RAE:

Hi. S-o-o-o what’s up?

WILLIE:

Well, ah know ah said ah-ee’s gonna take

ya’ll to pizza, but sugar, ah caint... ’cuz

the geese are flyin’ and ah gotta go.

(beat)

Hello, kid? Uhem…ya thar?

SUPERIMPOSE:

Fishbone #1

MELODY RAE:

Yeah.

WILLIE:

Dagnabit. Yew ain’t cryin’ are ya?

MELODY RAE:

No, no, no. I’m fine.

WILLIE:

Dadburnit! That dog won’t hunt

MELODY RAE:

Everything’s fine. No problem. I gotta go.

WILLIE:

Ah ain’t ever had a convasation with a woman

like this.

(growls)

MELODY RAE:

I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. We don’t have to

See each other again. I, uh, have to go...

WILLIE:

Hold your potato! Cah-alm down now, little

missy. Listen. If ya say ‘sorry’ one more

time, ahma gonna have to come over thar and

kiss ya. ’Cuz ah like yew, awrat? Ah do.

Call me crazy, but ah like ya an awful lot.

Ah wanna see ya again. Ah mean, ah have to.

Yew wanna know what ahee spent my week

doin’? Thinkin’ ’bout yew.

MELODY RAE:

Really?

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