EXT. FIELD. NIGHTCLOSE ON a hand. Bloody fingers wrapped around a revolver.Lays still on the tall grass as the night air blows softly.INT. CELIA’S. NIGHTCELIA lays under her cotton white bedspread, her legs layuncovered enjoying a healthy breeze. Her head rests on herarm, her blond hair falling over her face. In her free hand,a small book. She turns the page ever so gently. At thesound of approaching footsteps she glances upwards.CELIAWhere’d you find that?MAX enters fully dressed and clutching a bottle of liquor.MAXIn the back of the fridge betweenthe last weeks lasagna andyesterdays Chinese. I think we needto start cooking with a little lessenthusiasm. The fridge buckled whenI opened the door.CELIAWe should start giving theleftovers to Lucy.MAXYour sister?CELIANo. My sister is Lois. Lucy is thelady who lives in the alleydownstairs.MAXYou talk?Max attempts to open the bottle.CELIAA little.MAXWhat about?CELIAShe used to be a baker.(CONTINUED)
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