Syd & Ollie
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EXT. OVERVIEW OF QUEENS, NY - DAY
The traffic, bustling on the sidewalks, stores,...
Hey Ma, didja call Mikey?
... and finally a residential section of detached houses very close together.
(shouting, Queens accent)
Yeah, I called.. I called.
EXT. HOUSE/QUEENS - DAY
MA, late forties, gobs of gold braclets clanging, sorts and folds laundry. She turns to the kitchen door. Yells.
Thirty minutes he said.
Posters of Kevin Costner, Mel Gibson, and James Taylor. Airy, very "country", and messy. Old poster of the movie "The Bear".
The cat lays nestled and purring on Syd's bed, next to a large "Bloomingdales" box.
What thirty minutes! He lives two
Syd's hands open the box and uncover a stunning suit for the perfect executive.
She holds it up -- turns her head toward the door.
I should never have loaned him the car!
He's your brother. You should loan him
Syd wiggles into the suit and scrutinizes herself in the full length mirror. She's clearly uncomfortable; this is not her style. She pulls and adjusts the suit.
She leans into the mirror -- fluffs her hair. She makes a face.
The cat scrutinizes Syd from the bed.
Syd moves to the vanity, which holds nothing except a drugstore bag. She dumps it out. Eyeliner, lipstick, blush, hair spray, and a very small bottle of "Poison" perfume.
She opens the liquid eyeliner -- tries applying it. She can't keep her eyelid from fluttering; the eyeliner smears.
She grabs a tissue, wipes it off, and tries again. Her tongue pokes out in concentration. Success, albeit a little crooked. Next the blush and lipstick.
Syd leans back from the mirror. Smiles. Cocks her head.
Do I know you?
She giggles -- opens the bottle of "Poison". She takes a sniff and closes her eyes, then dabs some behind her ears, under her nose, corners of her mouth, and on her wrists.
Back to the bed. Syd opens a shoe box, pulls out a pair of new high heels and slips them on. She grimaces, wiggles her feet from side to side trying for a better fit.
Purse slung over her shoulder, Syd barrels down the narrow staircase and stumbles on the last step. Recovers quickly.
Ma turns as Syd rushes in. Double-takes.
So who died?
Syd heads for the fridge, grabs a coke. Guzzles. Takes a deep breath.
Ma, no funeral. I told you, I'm going --
Never mind, never mind. Where the hell is
Thirty minutes. I told you.
Syd eyes a pair of women's underwear on the pile of laundry. Hers. They appear stiff and ironed. She picks them up. They are stiff and ironed. Cardboard.
She holds up the underwear, an unspoken question in her eyes.
What? You can never be too careful. If
you get in car accident...
Ma, if I wear these I'm gonna have an
accident. And it won't be in a car. Do you
starch dad's underwear like this?
We don't have sex anymore.
Syd incredulous. What?
She drops her underwear -- takes another swig of coke.
Where's the present? Did you
Ma gestures to a counter. A large gift wrapped box -- the shape of a tackle box. The wrapping is garish, with a huge pink bow.
You shouldn't be givin' strange men
presents, Syd. What will people think?
So who's gonna know? Ma, maybe you got a
green or blue bow? Pink doesn't get it, Ma.
Ma grabs a shirt, sprays it with starch until it's soaked.
Pink, schmink... It's the thought that
counts. You'll be home for dinner?
Ma trains her concentration on ironing the shirt.
Yeah Ma. Ma... Ma, listen to me. Ma are
I'm listening... I'm listening.
But she's not.
Don't -- do not -- let the cat out of my
What's happenin', sis? You goin' to a
Mikey, -- very Queens -- mid thirties, stands at the kitchen door, car keys dangling from a rubber "Tweetie Bird" chain in his hand.
Syd grabs the present and rushes her brother. She snatches "Tweetie" on the run and keeps going.
So who died?
She didn't say.
EXT. CABIN - SAME
Syd runs out of the house in Ollie's sweats and her high heels. The heels turn in the ground, tripping Syd as she runs.
She throws away the heels, makes a "screeching" U-turn, runs back into the house, then bonzais out again with briefcase and purse in hand.
She hops into the jeep.
...does a 180 and heads down the long, rutted, driveway.
Oh fuck. What am I going to tell Annie. Good-
bye cat. Good-bye job. Good-bye Sydney Green
agent extraordinaire. Shit!
Shithead stands in the doorway of the cabin -- Syd's high heels in his mouth. Then he backs into the cabin and the door closes.
Syd's tearing down the long road. Bouncing. Jarring.
She had to pet the cat... just had to
pet the cat.
The jeep barely maneuvers the road at top speed.
"You know how I love cats.." Fuck!
EXT. MERCEDES SUV
Dake and Starling flank Terry.
Well, least we got the right place.
Of course it's the right place. You know, you
didn't have to be so rude back at the office,
and we might have called Mr. Maslow first,
rather than barge in and find him not there.
So uncouth not to call first.
A blind turn up ahead.
We're sorry. We were very rude. And we
appreciate that you so graciously volunteered
to bring us here.
EXT. MERCEDES SUV
Syd rounds the corner. The Mercedes comes into view a good distance down the road, just as...
EXT. MERCEDES SUV
Dake pulls out a Glock.
Terry's smile drops.
The explosion of a round.