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DONALD:
She works here.
Ed looks back out at her -- what the hell?
INT. MASRY & VITITOE - MAIN ROOM - DAY
The support staff -- mostly middle-aged women -- are all
stealing glances at Erin. Ed approaches her, friendly.
ED:
Erin! How's it going?
Up close, the wear and tear of worry show on her face.
ERIN:
You never called me back. I left
messages.
ED:
You did? Wow, sorry about that.
(beat)
Listen, Donald seems to think that
you said --
ERIN:
There's two things that aggravate
me, Mr. Masry. Being ignored, and
being lied to. You did both.
Glances skitter between the secretaries -- get a load of
this. Ed lowers his voice.
ED:
I never lied, Erin.
ERIN:
You said things would be fine, and
they're not. I trusted you.
ED:
I'm sorry about that. Really. But --
ERIN:
I don't need pity. I need a paycheck.
And I've looked, but when you've
spent the last six years raising
babies, it's real hard to convince
someone to give you a job that pays
worth a damn.
(referring to Brenda's
staring)
You getting every word of this down,
honey, or am I talking too fast for
you!?
Brenda jumps. Ed sees everyone watching him, listening.
ED:
I'd love to help, Erin, but I'm sorry,
I have a full staff right now, so --
He starts to escort her out, but she stays put.
ERIN:
Bullshit. If you had a full staff,
this office would return a client's
damn phone calls.
She's backing him into a corner here. The secretaries exchange
knowing glances.
ERIN:
Now, I'm smart, I'm hard-working,
and I'll do anything, and I'm not
leaving here without a job.
C.U. on Erin as she steps in close to Ed and speaks in a low
voice that combines fierceness with desperation:
ERIN:
Don't make me beg. If it doesn't
work out, fire me... But don't make
me beg.
Ed looks at her for a long moment. Then:
ED:
No benefits.
INT. MASRY & VITITOE - FILE ROOM - DAY
A tight office lined with file cabinets and shelves. ANNA,
the humorless file clerk, is showing Erin around.
ANNA:
...what we do in here is keep track
of all the case files. That way, at
any time, we can find out a case's
status -- where it is in the office,
stuff like that. We file 'em all
here, alphabetically --
ERIN:
Simple enough.
As Anna continues to show Erin around the office, they pass
JANE, the bitter office manager, and Brenda, at the coffee
area.
JANE:
Just last week, he told my sister we
weren't hiring.
BRENDA:
What's your sister look like?
INT. MASRY & VITITOE - ED'S OFFICE - NIGHT
Ed is packing up his office. Erin sticks her head in.
ERIN:
Mr. Masry?
He turns, sees her.
ED:
Yeah?
ERIN:
I was wondering -- could you tell me
who I'd talk to about maybe getting
an advance on my paycheck? Just --
for the weekend.
ED:
Jane's the office manager. She handles
payroll and petty cash. But she leaves
early on Fridays.
ERIN:
Oh. Okay. That's okay.
Ed looks at her a moment, sees that it's far from okay.
ED:
Oh, for Christ's sake...
He takes out his wallet, looks in.
ED:
All I have is hundreds.
ERIN:
I don't wanna take your money, Mr.
Masry.
ED:
Where do think your paycheck comes
from?
He slaps a hundred in her hand and leaves. When he's gone,
she looks at the bill -- her life raft.
EXT. BABY-SITTER'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Erin is at the door, taking Beth from the BABY-SITTER, a
shabby, unkempt-looking woman in her 40's. Katie and Matt
pull on their backpacks and troop out of the sitter's house.
EXT. ERIN'S KITCHEN - NIGHT
Erin and her kids are putting away bags of groceries. Beth
watches from a baby seat. The kids are trying to tell her a
story. They fight over details. Erin loves listening.
INT. ERIN'S HOUSE - MATT AND KATIE'S ROOM - NIGHT
A small room with Salvation Army furniture. A BUNCH OF DAISIES
is propped in a Ragu jar on Katie's bedside table.
Matt and Katie are asleep in bed. Erin looks down at them,
smiles, then kisses them good night.
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