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by Riley Hamilton
EXT. PATIO - DAY
A young man with a mustache is sitting at a table on a patio overlooking beautiful winter scenery. A huge breakfast is before him. A Bloody Mary, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, crepes, an enormous amount of bacon, a heaping pile of eggs, a loaf of bread, a large glass of milk, a margarita and a piece of pie off to the side. A young girl enters the scene. The two of them are in their early twenties and look as if they are pretending to be grown-ups. But they are stark and serious with the maturity of a couple much older. HEMINGWAY is deep in thought when HADLEY comes up behind him.
No response from Hemingway.
HADLEY (CONT’D) (touches Hemingway’s shoulder) Tatie.
Hemingway becomes alert as if waking from sleep.
HEMINGWAY (groggy) What is it, Goose?
HADLEY Tatie, you haven’t eaten your breakfast. HEMINGWAY (chuckles and looks at the food)
Oh my goodness. You’re right.
Hemingway shakes his head slowly.
HEMINGWAY (CONT’D) I’ve been caught up in thought. I’ve been sitting here thinking a fool’s thoughts. Pondering about life.
HADLEY Oh Tatie, tell me your thoughts. I’ve been so cold in the house. Tell me warm thoughts.
HEMINGWAY I was thinking of Florida.
HADLEY (excited already) Oh, Florida!
HEMINGWAY Florida on the beach in the summer. Your well-built body in a two-piece swimmer’s outfit. Me with a Rum Toddy heating my belly.
HADLEY What am I drinking, Tatie?
HEMINGWAY (flatly) A big glass of milk.
HADLEY Mmm. Is the milk getting warm on the beach?
HEMINGWAY No, you have a little coozie for it. Keeping in the cold.
HADLEY I don’t want the milk to get warm, Tatie.
HEMINGWAY (excitedly) And then I jump up from the sand and I grab someone’s surfboard!
Hemingway grabs for the loaf of bread and pops a chunk of it into his mouth. He chews quickly.
HEMINGWAY (CONT’D) And I run as fast as I can to the water. I take a big leap in with the surfboard and now I’m going out to catch a wave.
HADLEY (inquisitive about where she fits in) What am I doing?
HEMINGWAY You’re there on the beach having to explain to the man why I stole his surfboard. I can see you there explaining.
Hemingway takes another bite of bread.
HEMINGWAY (CONT’D) And now I’m up on the board. I’m hanging ten, Goose! I’m flashing you the peace sign while I’m catching serious wave-age.
HADLEY (extremely excited by the thought) I can see you, Tatie! You are blowing me a kiss!
HEMINGWAY (in an eruption of anger) No, I’m fucking not!
Hemingway slams his fist down on the table causing coffee and Bloody Mary to spill over. Hadley steps back away from him slightly.
HEMINGWAY (CONT’D) I’m out there riding the tastiest wave and I’m laughing!
HADLEY (unsure and hesitant) Am I on the beach still?
HEMINGWAY Yes, you’re just sitting there eating a pretzel and looking at me.
Hemingway dips his bacon into his Bloody Mary and then eats and drinks both respectively.
HADLEY I don’t care for pretzels, Tatie.
HEMINGWAY Well, you’re eating a pretzel and your milk did get warm. Really warm.
Hemingway pushes his plate of bacon and eggs away abruptly.
HEMINGWAY (CONT’D) I’m in the mood for making love now.
Oh, Tatie. Not now. I’m still getting over being sick and Bumpy needs a hot bath and I feel like...
HEMINGWAY (emotionless) Alright then, I’m going out for a whore.
Hemingway swipes his hand across the breakfast table to send all of the dishes and uneaten food onto the ground. He gets up as the dishes crash below him and leaves the patio area. Hadley lowers her head as he exits and then waits for the sound of the front door to slam shut. She then drops to her knees and begins to clean up the mess.
HADLEY (speaking to herself softly) I’m the wife of Ernest Hemingway.
Hadley gathers up as many dishes as she can carry.
HADLEY (CONT’D) I’m the wife of Ernest Hemingway.
Hadley repeats, as if a mantra.
FADE TO BLACK.