Marlowe Page #8
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- 2017
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Slowly Louise eyes grow wider and wider and wider until they
are about to pop out.
Cole looks down and sees Marlowe looking straight into the
eyes of his mom.
Louise passes out.
Cole holds her and steadies her on the chair and suddenly
Now Louise is looking down at Marlowe but her eyes are just
as eye popping.
She drops straight back down into the chair but as she
passes the mouse she is in slow motion and gets a very long,
good look at the animal in clothes.
LOUISE:
Your father saw a real mouse in
clothes, isn’t that right Cole?
COLE:
Yes mam.
LOUISE:
And – the – animal is the one
ring, is that right son?
COLE:
Yes mam.
LOUISE:
Does – it talk?
COLE:
No – but I been teachen him
things and he’s got a name.
Marlowe.
Marlowe recognizes his name and looks up at Cole and climbs
out on his arm.
LOUISE:
Ohhhhhh. I’m sorry but I am
terrified of rats and mice.
ordinary mouse. Did those
clothes come out of the toy
house?
COLE:
Yes. And they fit him perfectly.
LOUISE:
Good. That’s good. Cole, I am
just going to go into the house
and get myself a drink and I don’t
want to scare the little critter
so if you’ll just back up and give
your old mom some room…
Cole backs up as Louise stammers to her feet and immediately
disappears into the dark house.
Cole carefully enters the house and sees his mom at the
dining room table drinking whisky from a shot glass.
LOUISE:
What is it Cole?
COLE:
Well mom I used to think Marlowe
it was a aleene but then I read
magazne while we were waiting for
dad and it’s one of those that dad
reads all the time.
Louise pours another drink as Cole runs off and returns with
the magazine.
He puts it down in front of her and steps back.
Louise unconsciously takes her glasses off the table and
puts them on.
LOUISE:
Scientific American. Experiments
animals are smarter – lab mice
stolen and still not found.
New York.
Cole sits down at the table and Marlowe walks off his arm
onto the table.
Louise looks like she has seen a ghost.
LOUISE:
Let him stand – he should stand
on the magazine – not the table.
Marlowe seems to understand her concern and he hops back on
Cole’s arm and sits.
LOUISE:
Cole, we have to go to the
hospital and get your dad out.
They think he is not mentally
well but he is more well than
all of us I think. Marlowe
must stay here in his – your
and then we – we will see when
we get back, won’t we?
COLE:
Yes mam.
Cole moves restlessly across the kitchen and up the stairs.
He hears his mom pour herself another drink and starts
crying again.
When he is almost at the top of the stairs he hears his
mother laughing and crying at the same time.
INT. HOSPITAL - DAY
Cole is half asleep as his mother drags him down the halls,
up the elevators, down more halls, back again because they
went the wrong direction and finally into dad’s.
Cole immediately curls up in a stainless steel chair with a
leather padded seat and goes to sleep.
Suddenly Cole felt a pull on his arm. He opens his eyes to
see his mother pulling him up. Behind her, dad is in a
wheel chair with his clothes stacked on his lap complaining
how this wasn’t right.
Cole is pulled again down the endless hallways and up and
down elevators and finally out the front door and then into
the back door of the car and then it all went black.
INT. COLE’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
Cole slowly opens his eyes and slowly focuses on two figures
standing at the end of his bed.
He sits up and rubs his eyes as Lloyd and Louise come into
focus.
LOUISE:
Cole, your dad and I want you
to get dressed and then call us
after you’ve brushed your teeth
and washed your face, do you
understand?
COLE:
Yes mam.
Cole hopped out of bed after his parents left and
immediately opened the top of the toy house but Marlowe was
not there.
Cole leaves his bedroom and quickly returns, put his shoes
on and sits on his bed.
COLE:
Okay mom and dad, I’m ready.
Lloyd and Louise come in and stand awkwardly for a moment
and then Louise sits on the edge of Cole’s bed while Lloyd
sits down at the desk in front of the computer.
LLOYD:
Where is it Cole? The rat.
COLE:
It’s a mouse dad and he’s not
here – right now.
LLOYD:
I read the article Cole and
those mice were in New York
didn’t bring them all the way
out here to another state, okay?
Second, that animal had clothes
on and the only way that could
have happened is if you did it.
COLE:
But…
LLOYD:
Don’t interrupt me Cole. Now –
I don’t know where you got
that animal and I don’t know
how long it took you to train
him to wear clothes but it must
have been awhile to do that
which is probably why your
grades are down and you’re not
doing as well in school as you
were.
COLE:
But …
LOUISE:
Stop Cole and listen to what your
dad is saying.
LLOYD:
So, this is what we are going to
do. You’re going to wait until he…
COLE:
Marlowe…
Cole says defensively.
LLOYD:
Marlowe comes back, you’re going
to trap him, bring him to me and
we will take Marlowe far away
from here and let him go in
someone’s field. And in the
meantime we are going to study
find the message that was left
in it concerning the family
fortune and its whereabouts.
Do you understand?
Cole shook his head even though he didn’t understand.
Marlowe stood next to the watch on the table in the living
room.
He could hear the voices coming out of Cole’s bedroom but
the words did not make sense
He carefully pried open the top and pushed the dull silver
lid open on its silver hinge.
Marlowe looked with marvel at the watch face, the letters
inscribed in gold, the two large hands and the tiny black
second hand.
He used his finger to trace the letters embossed on the
white, pearl backing.
The DOOR upstairs CLOSED LOUDLY. He quickly closed the
watch cover and it was then that he noticed that there were
small, very small feet carved around the rim of the silver
cover.
Marlowe nervously traced the almost microscopic feet around
the rim until they stopped at a symbol.
He could see that it was a round shape inside a square box
and then another round shape inside the first round shape.
There were green triangles touching each other at their base
around the inside. In the middle were red and blue diamond
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