Just an idea for one of the stories.
INT. MARY’S APARTMENT – MORNING
MARY, a mother of two, is trying to get her kids, PETER, the youngest, and JOHN, the oldest, ready for school.
There’s a PHOTO of a MAN with the kids but no man around the house.
(tying Peter’s shoes)
Are you trying to make us late?
I told him.
She then hands them their bags and sends them out the door.
You’re going to have to run if you want
to catch the bus. But be careful, please.
Do you hear me?
The boys run out the door.
Mary catches her breath and, as she passes by the CALENDAR on the hallway, she looks at the day marked in red.
It’s a Wednesday.
She grabs her purse and leaves the house.
INT. BANK/ WAITING ROOM – LATER
Mary is sitting on a chair with a bunch of papers on her lap. Her legs are shaking and she’s biting her lip.
A BANKER in a suit gestures her to come inside.
INT. OFFICE – CONTINUOUS
The Banker barely looks at Mary.
Please, take a seat.
So, here we are. It’s a real shame
that nothing could be done.
Mary clenches her hands together.
On days like this, I always feel tempted
to call in sick.
Mary looks away.
Can you please just tell me where I have
The banker clears his throat and starts moving around some papers.
Yes… Yes, of course.
Mary sits up on her chair and takes a deep breath.
What day is it today?
Yes, but what day of the week?
No wander I couldn’t remember.
Nothing important ever happens on a Wednesday.
I’m losing my house on a Wednesday.
The banker quickly drops his smile and looks at Mary.
I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…
Just tell me where to sign.
He hands Mary the papers and a pen. Her hand is shacking but she grabs the pen and signs the documents quickly
Will that be all?
She stands up and, without waiting for the bankers reply, she leaves his office.
EXT. PARKING LOT – MOMENTS LATER
Mary is sitting on the sidewalk staring at a garbage can when her phone rings.
She picks it up.
Hey, mom. Yes, it was today.
I know. You’ve told me a million times.
I married a broke dreamer.
But the thing is, I loved that broke dreamer
and he loved me. And the fourteen years I had
with Mike were the best of my life…
(taking her hand to her head)
I don’t know. I thought maybe we could
stay with you and dad for a while…
Just a couple a weeks, then.
Where am I supposed to take them? You
know Mike’s parents are dead! There’s no
Okay, it was nice talking to you, mom.
Mary turns off her phone and stands up wiping the tears from her face.
INT. CAR – NIGHT
Mary is passing around the mouthwash as she lays back the backseat to make room for the sleeping bags.
I’m going to smell your breaths afterwards.
They better make my eyes burn from the menthol.
Where do we spit?
Just crack open a window.
It’s too cold!
You better be quick, then.
Mary catches Peter smiling.
Dad used to say that when I told him
I couldn’t get into bed before he switched
off the light.
I’ve been thinking about him a lot.
He would love to be here with us.
Because it’s like camping and he loved camping.
(holding back tears)
Yes, he did.
John is trying to hide a smile.
Mary holds both her boys and smiles for the first time that day.
Created: Mar 05, 2014Ines_Reis Document Media