Aftertaste Page #24

Season #1 Episode #1

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MELODY RAE:

What?! (cough) Yeah, right. I don’t think

so. I like sex too much. Besides, I

(CONTINUED)

believe, once again, that the next guy

will be the right one for me. Obviously,

every guy I dated was the right one for

me at the right time for what I needed to

learn. But in the past, I was always

unclear about what I wanted. Now, I

know exactly what I want. And I also

have faith and believe that I seriously

will meet the right one for me, who I’ll

grow old with for eternity. I can feel

the type of love I want to experience as

if I have it now and I will settle for

nothing less than my soul mate. My soul

will know it when I meet him.

KAT puts her thumb up as she exits to her bedroom.

MELODY RAE:

(looking up at ceiling)

I am ready universe.

 

MELODY RAE retrieves her large birthday book and wrinkled legal pad off the table, carefully heads down the stairwell, tugs her large purse off the rack, and

schleps toward the front door. After opening the door

and turning the inside doorknob to lock it as requested, she closes the door behind her and upon seeing the radiant sunrise peeking over the mountain she takes a deep breath and smiles.

INT. MELODY RAE’S CABIN - MORNING

SUPERIMPOSE:
JULY 4, 2011

Typical Daily Food Choices:

Kona coffee—black, no sugar

Quaker oatmeal w/raw honey, walnuts, pistachios, cranberries,

blueberries & raisins

fresh broccoli, zucchini, orange bell pepper, acorn squash, sweet

potatoes, brown rice & real unsalted butter

shrimp, cod, halibut, salmon

mixed greens, olives, artichoke, cilantro, avocados, sunflower seeds,

cucumber, cherry tomatoes w/vinegar & olive oil dressing

feta cheese tortellini pasta w/pesto sauce

Trader Joe’s soy chorizo

bottled water

green tea:
Lipton

quality red wines: Clos du Bois or Rodney Strong

MIMI MURPHY—(Melody Rae’s niece) 25, Irish Swedish, tall, short red-haired, editor.

GIACOMO GIOVANNI—(Zeek’s son) 21, Italian, bronze

complexioned, dark-haired bongo player.

MELODY RAE rushes in the door to greet her two dogs, Marshmallow and Oreo, with hugs and dog treats, and then walks straight into the bedroom and happily collapses

on the bed.

 

TIME PASSES:

Hours later that same day MELODY RAE is carrying a bottle of champagne and stepping into her hot tub. She drops one red juicy strawberry and two ripe blueberries into her champagne flute.

Her cellphone rings the ringtone: Baby, You’ve Got What It Takes—Brook Benton and Dinah Washington, prompting her to smile. Lifting her body out of the water, she scrambles to her feet, wraps a large beach towel around her waist, snatches the phone off the patio table and swipes her finger across the screen to accept the call.

MELODY RAE:

How fortuitous, Mimi! I was just thinking

about you!

MIMI:

I’m just down the road, less than a mile

from your place. I’m gonna stop by, okay?

MELODY RAE:

Serious! Yay! Of course, it’s okay. It’s more

than okay. You just made my day. Get over

here, I’ve missed you!

(hangs up)

She slips on a pair of white Old Navy flip-flops and wraps

a matching red, white and blue striped sarong around her waist, fluffs her frazzled, red hair in the

living room mirror and then puts a Bob Marley CD into the CD player, turning up the volume, cueing it to play Three Little Birds. And then she exits through the back gate leading to the driveway to greet Mimi. As Mimi is reaching into her back seat, MELODY RAE approaches her, and begins crooning mostly erroneous lyrics.

MELODY RAE:

(singing)

Don’t worry...

MIMI:

Uh, sure, whatever you say.

After Mimi slams the door to her cute Miata sports car they hug and walk back up the driveway toward the gate. Mimi begins to spill gossip about this guy she met a month ago, named Kaden.

MIMI:

Life is completely over and there is no

hope or purpose.

MELODY RAE:

Do you know what song I selected for your

ringtone on my phone?

MIMI:

No. . .uh-oh, wh-a-a-at?

MELODY RAE:

It’s perfect for you. Here, call me right

now and you’ll hear it.

MIMI dials MELODY RAE’S number on her phone and the song Baby, You’ve Got What It Takes plays.

MIMI:

Oh, Mel, I love it! I r-e-e-eally like that

song. The words are awesome. And that’s so

cool you think that about me. I guess, I got

what it takes.

MELODY RAE:

Yes, you, do.

MIMI:

(laughs)

A little time later MIMI and MELODY RAE are

engaging in a deep conversation about MIMI’S

men troubles.

MIMI:

His name is Tyler.

MELODY RAE:

Uh-oh! You can’t go there. . .his name

doesn’t start with a K!

They both start laughing until they are interrupted by a

rumbling, pounding, rhythmic of sounds escalating off in the distance. They look at each other with eye-opening curiosity and then resume laughing. The pleasant drum-like booming sounds escalate even more. The drumming then intensifies, possessing a deeper echo, characteristic to that of the Afro-Cuban percussion sound of bongos.

Their eyebrows raise with mouth’s gaping in awe.

MELODY RAE:

Hey, Mimi, I don’t know if they can hear

us, but we should cheer and clap as loud as

we can when they end the set. What do you

think? I mean, they’re really, really good,

right?”

MIMI:

Woo-hoo! Oh yeah, for sure. Let’s do it!

Moments later after more bongo music.

MELODY RAE AND MIMI TOGETHER

Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo!

Then the music stops and after a few minutes there is the sound of someone driving up the driveway. MELODY RAE and MIMI tiptoe to the gate and peer out of the top lattice of the fence and see a black, Ford F-150 pickup truck adorned with a heavy-duty truck rack with the words “DD Construction” written across the windshield. Then the driver is heard yelling.

DEREK:

Melody Rae!!!

MELODY RAE:

(muttering)

I don’t know who it is?

MIMI:

Well, answer him anyway.

MELODY RAE:

Uh. . .yea-h-h-h???

DEREK:

Hey, it’s Derek. . .Derek Dreesen

(beat)

Peter Kelly’s friend.

MELODY RAE begins wrapping her sarong about her waist and walks toward the fence dripping wet and discombobulated, while Mimi assists in opening the gate.

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