Script - Last Legs

FADE IN:

INT. LIVINGROOM OF A HUMBLE CAMPO HOME - EVENING

It is the twenty-first of January. The year is 2016. Two ladies have settled down to eat their dinner in front of the television

THE DAUGHTER, a late-thirties, elegant bombshell takes a delicate bite from a side-vegetable on her plate.

THE DAUGHTER
This is simply delicious, mother! What is it?

THE MOTHER, another, older, elegant bombshell, turns to her daughter.

THE MOTHER
(delighted)
Oh, thank you, sweetie! I had some leftover jalapeño peppers that were on their last legs, so I made a spicy stir fry.

THE DAUGHTER stares off in contemplation.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. KITCHEN OF A HUMBLE CAMPO HOME - MIDDAY

It is now the fifth of March, 2016. The brightly-lit galley kitchen is cluttered with dirty dishes, pots, and pans.

THE MOTHER patters around the kitchen, fixing a recipe for her successful food blog, while THE DAUGHTER approaches.

THE DAUGHTER
(baby voice)
I'm huuuungry, Mama! Feed me!

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THE MOTHER
I've got an African cashew and potato stew. Would you like some?

THE DAUGHTER
(petulant)
No! Stew is gross. want a cocoa!

THE MOTHER
The milk's been in there a while. It's really on its last legs. It's only good for cooking now.

THE DAUGHTER stares off in contemplation

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. CAB OF A 90s, TOYOTA TRUCK - AFTERNOON

It is a sunny, July day, 2016. The little, yellow pickup weaves through the city streets on chore day.

THE MOTHER
Oh! I remember now. We need onions.

THE DAUGHTER
There's a whole bag in the crisper. I saw it this morning.

THE MOTHER
I threw those out. They were on their last legs.

THE DAUGHTER stares out the window, her expression is long. It seems that some great burden rests on her shoulders.

FADE OUT.

THE END