Enough Said Page #9

ELLEN (CONT’D)

Why are you looking at this?

EVA:

I don’t know. I pulled it out.

(staring hard at a picture)

I’m trying to remember what I knew. Did I

already know those things about your dad,

the things that we would fight about?

ELLEN:

Probably not.

EVA:

I think I did. I think I always knew

them. Or felt them.

(beat)

I didn’t pay attention.

Eva snaps out of her reverie and kisses Ellen.

EVA (CONT’D)

But look what I got.

She kisses Ellen.

ELLEN:

‘Night Mom.

Eva holds onto her.

EVA:

Stay up with me. Let’s cuddle.

ELLEN:

I’m tired.

ELLEN (CONT’D)

Come on, Chloe.

CHLOE:

(re:
knitting)

Is that hard?

EVA:

Not at all. Want to learn?

(more to Ellen)

I’ve been wanting to teach Ellen for the

longest time...

Ellen goes out of the room and Chloe sits next to Eva. Eva’s

cell phone rings on the coffee table and Chloe leans over to

look at it.

ENOUGH SAID 69

CHLOE:

Albert.

After a beat, Eva shakes her head “no,” as in - don’t pick

up.

CHLOE (CONT’D)

You’re still seeing his wife?

EVA:

(defensive)

She has a bad shoulder. And no friends.

Chloe looks at her, disapproving.

EVA (CONT’D)

Don’t look at me like that. I’m screwed

up.

INT. MARIANNE’S HOUSE - DAY

Marianne, with her phone in her hand, and looking slightly

unhinged, lets Eva in.

MARIANNE:

Sorry. In the middle of some bullshit.

Come in.

Eva takes off her shoes and sets up the massage table while

Marianne shouts into the phone.

MARIANNE (O.S.) (CONT’D)

How many times do we have to discuss

this? You did agree. Albert, I was there,

I remember. It’s all worked out...Fine.

Good bye. Ughhhhh!!! I can’t wait til I

don’t have to talk to him anymore!!

EVA:

What happened?

MARIANNE:

(pouring wine)

He thinks he should take her to school,

not me. We already agreed it would be me.

Tess wants it to be me. She told me.

EVA:

Could you both take her?

ENOUGH SAID 70

MARIANNE:

I don’t think so. He’s a wreck about her

leaving and she doesn’t need that kind of

energy.

They sit across from one another at the table.

MARIANNE (CONT’D)

He focuses so much on her and she can

feel it.

EVA:

Isn’t that kind of nice, though? That he

focuses?

MARIANNE:

Maybe if he had a girlfriend, or

something like that, it would balance it

out. But I can’t see that happening.

Nope.

EVA:

Why not?

MARIANNE:

He’s just - a loser, you know? I hate to

use that word, but it fits.

Eva nods, her heart sinking.

EVA:

How so?

MARIANNE:

He just never got his life together.

Okay, for instance - and this is just

typical Albert. When I met him he had

nothing next to his bed, like a table or

something. Nothing. He’d put everything

on the floor. And I thought, this is

cute, kind of bohemian or whatever. But

when we got married I got us night

tables, you know, like normal people.

Then I was in his house, I don’t know, a

year ago. And I saw all his stuff on the

floor again. I mean, I took the night

tables, granted, but you’d think he’d get

some new ones. Metaphorically speaking,

he’s not building a life for himself. You

know what I mean?

The phone rings and she looks at it.

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MARIANNE (CONT’D)

Ugh. That’s him again. I’m not picking

up.

ALBERT ON PHONE MACHINE

Please pick up the phone, Marianne. We’ve

not resolved anything....

MARIANNE:

I’m sorry you have to hear this. This is

so embarrassing.

ALBERT ON PHONE MACHINE

I know you’re there. Fine. Don’t deal.

He hangs up. Eva is cringing, wishing she wasn’t hearing

this.

MARIANNE:

(sad)

You know, these are all little things.

Ultimately, I think I just never felt

understood by him. He didn’t understand

my poetry. He just never got me.

(beat)

Have you ever felt like someone got you?

Eva thinks and breaks into a bittersweet smile, realizing how

much Albert does get her.

MARIANNE (CONT’D)

What about the flabby guy?

EVA:

Yeah. Maybe.

INT. EVA’S HOUSE/KITCHEN - DAY

Eva is video chatting with Sarah, who is in her office. (WE

INTERCUT)

EVA:

I need you to meet him.

SARAH:

I mean, I’d love to meet him. But not so

you can decide what you think of him.

EVA:

Please? I feel like I’m losing all

perspective.

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SARAH:

Exactly. You don’t need someone else’s. I

don’t want to get in the middle of this -

EVA:

Please?

INT. LIVING ROOM - LATER

Albert, Eva, Sarah and Will sit around the living room

drinking wine. They help themselves to a cheese plate, and

chips and guacamole.

WILL:

No flowers, no little dots.

SARAH:

I once bought sheets that had stars on

them and he -

WILL:

(in baby voice)

Little stars and moons and suns -

ALBERT:

Oh no.

WILL:

Right? Why do women like things that look

like they belong to children?

EVA:

I love doll house furniture. I would eat

it if I could.

SARAH:

Sometimes I think I’d like to be single

just so I can have girly sheets.

WILL:

You would like that, wouldn’t you?

SARAH:

I’m kidding.

WILL:

I hope so.

EVA:

(pouring herself more wine)

I have flowered sheets and they’re not

all they’re cracked up to be.

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ALBERT:

I like your flowered sheets.

WILL:

Don’t sell me out, man.

ALBERT:

We’re new. At this point I’d probably

like her sheets if they had little

Mussolini’s on them.

EVA:

Hey, get some night tables and we’ll

talk.

(beat)

He’s got normal sheets but no night

tables.

ALBERT:

So, I have no night tables.

EVA:

Well, maybe it’s a metaphor. Or maybe

it’s not!

Albert flinches a bit - that hurt. He reaches for the

guacamole and starts to swirl the onions to the side. Eva

watches, wondering if this bothers her or not.

WILL:

You know, I make a million compromises.

Not having flowery sheets is not a big

deal.

SARAH:

(taken aback)

I know. I know you make compromises.

WILL:

You do? What do you think they are?

SARAH:

Will, this isn’t the time.

WILL:

Sometimes I wish I was with someone who

was more interested in History.

SARAH:

(beat, confused)

What?

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WILL:

History.

SARAH:

Okay...

WILL:

I’m just saying.

Very uncomfortable. Cathy, the maid, comes into the living

room and takes the empty guacamole bowl.

CATHY:

More guacamole?

EVA:

Not for me.

SARAH:

Or me.

ALBERT:

I’d love some, thank you.

Cathy goes into the kitchen.

EVA:

You know how many calories are in

guacamole?

ALBERT:

Ten?

WILL:

(mortified)

Leave the guy alone. He likes his

guacamole.

ALBERT:

(to Cathy, in the kitchen)

Never mind the guac! I’ll just stick with

the cheese!

EVA:

(drinking MORE wine)

You know what I’m going to get you for a

present? I’m going to get you a calorie

book.

ALBERT:

Please don’t.

ENOUGH SAID 75

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