Jennifer 8 Page #24

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INT. BEDROOM. HOUSE. NIGHT.

Moonlight through the windows. They are silhouettes. They want

to embrace but in a situation like this a bedroom is the worst

place to be. No sound except the Music. And what's anyone supp-

osed to say? This atmosphere is about kissing and nothing more.

Christ hear this Music. A sweet pulse of Puccini. Big close of

lips meeting in moonlight. Now in each other's arms. They kiss.

And then they're kissing. And nothing else is happening in the

whole f***ing universe except a telephone just started to ring.

Still ringing. Still kissing. Somebody has got to give in. The

phone finally gets answered. The voice at the end isn't expect-

ed. But BERLIN sounds pleased to hear it. It seems one problem

got solved. "I gotta tell you, Margie. You are Mrs Santa Claus."

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INT/EXT. KITCHEN/REAR ENTRANCE. ROSS'S HOUSE. DAY.

Is Ross throwing a party or opening a bar? Crates of booze and

stack upon stack of beer. A bit of "where do you want it?" act-

ing from BERLIN as he staggers in with a delivery of Bud. ROSS

makes room on a table. Rips a beer out the plastic and pops it.

BERLIN:

Can't thank you enough, Ross ..

ROSS:

Don't thank me. Thank Margie.

Swallowing beer ROSS exits the back door with BERLIN following.

It's her invitation. And as

far as Citrine in concerned,

better we keep it like that.

The wagon waits outside with a few crates left to unload, BER-

LIN heads for his Mercedes with ROSS calling after him. "John.

Here." Pulls a six pack from his supplies and throws it across.

There's an old desperado in

one of the cells. Why don't

you give him this, and tell

him happy Christmas from me?

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INT. BEDROOM. THE ROSS RESIDENCE. DAY.

The Girls prepare for festivity. They got a full length mirror.

A wardrobe of dresses. A menu of shoes, What they do with them

in this scene is their affair. Right now MARGIE's holding some

blue number in front of HELENA."It's blue silk. You like blue?"

MARGIE:

Not "you" blue. This isn't you.

She slings the dress on the bed. It joins a pile of rehearsals.

Moves deeper into her dresses and HELENA appears in the mirror.

HELENA:

When did John divorce?

MARGIE:

Two or three years ago.

HELENA:

What was she like?

MARGIE:

Suzanne? Very pretty. She was a semi-

professional model. But a policeman's

wife she wasn't. So one day, she just

packed it and left. And his whole life

went straight down the nearest toilet.

HELENA:

What does that mean?

MARGIE:

You know, he crashed. He just couldn't

come to terms with it .. John hates to

lose, and he hated losing her .. Every

spare minute, he's driving down to San

Diego, having a terrible time with her,

getting drunk, and driving back .. you

just don't believe the amount he drank ..

She pirouettes with black sequins. "What do you think of black?"

Evidently not much and MARGIE is getting short of alternatives.

Wait a minute, I just had

the most brilliant idea ..

HELENA:

You think he still loves her?

MARGIE:

Think he still thinks about her. But

not like then. Then was an obsession.

She emerges from the wardrobe with red satin high heeled shoes.

Here .. try these .. if these

fit, we got the perfect dress ..

HELENA:

I haven't worn heels since I was 16.

I don't think I could walk in these?

MARGIE:

Sure you can. Anyway, parties

are all about standing still ..

HELENA is excited to try them out. The experiment is a success.

I'll go get the dress .. It's kinda

sultry .. I only wore it once, coz

in reality, I can't get away with it ..

HELENA:

You think John would like it?

MARGIE:

I think John, would love it ...

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EXT. HOUSE. NIGHT.

The Ross residence looks like an ad for J&B. Warm yellow light

from the windows. Holly wreath on the front door. The Mercedes

pulls up and BERLIN gets out with his bag and suit on a hanger.

A hard wind around the house. He walks inside without knocking.

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INT. DEN. HOUSE. NIGHT.

The den looks like a little museum. Walls decorated with Civil

War memorabilia. One wall occupied by a cabinet of modern guns.

ROSS looks like Roy Rogers trying to look like Fred Astaire. A

powder blue evening suit. Ho dumps ice in a barrel full of Bud-

wieser and BERLIN produces a couple of presents. "This is from

Helena. And this is from me." The first obviously a music tape.

ROSS holds it to his ear. "Sounds like Frank Sinatra?" And the

second a bottle of (Ross tears the wrappings off) Chivas Regal!

ROSS:

Let's do one of these right now,

then we'll hide the sonovabitch.

But he's already lost BERLIN's attention. MARGIE walks in with

HELENA. Jesus what have you done to her? Bright red lipstick &

jet black mascara and dress made of blood red sequins. Sexy it

is but her it isn't. She looks like one of those big tit dopes

from Tennessee. She also looks like 37 million dollars. Christ

that smile works with paint. An appraisal comes from ROSS "Wow."

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