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DEAN
Okay Snowbell just looking.
(To Chris)
Missy’s office. This is where she takes appointments.
CHRIS
She’s a Therapist right?
DEAN
Yeah. One of the best in the world. Not a tidy woman.
CHRIS
Like mother like daughter.
Dean Cackles.
INT. ARMITAGE HOUSE - HALLWAY - DAY
CHRIS
And you’re a surgeon?
DEAN
A neurosurgeon; was. I retired early. Now, I pretty much focus on the house and twiddle my thumbs.
Dean and Chris pass a closed door.
DEAN (CONT’D)
Oh, downstairs is the wine cellar, the games room, some storage.
Apparently a black mold issue down there. Almost everything needs to get thrown out; shame.
INT. ARMITAGE KITCHEN - DAY
Dean and Chris continue their walk-through. The kitchen is large, homey and pristine. Large windows overlook the backyard. GEORGINA, African American, 30 stands facing a wall.
She is still.
DEAN
My mother loved her kitchen.
Upon hearing them, Georgina comes alive. She resumes cleaning the kitchen.
CHRIS
That view.
DEAN
Oh, Georgina, this is Chris; Rose’s boyfriend.
Georgina turns to them. She has the same eerie smile as Walter. Like she’s masking something.
CHRIS
Hi.
GEORGINA
Hello.-
DEAN
Ah ha! But now for the piece de resistance……
Dean opens the glass back door.
EXT. BACKYARD - LATE AFTERNOON
The yard is huge and the woods beyond it ominous. The wind RUSHES through the trees. Dean leads Chris out through the yard towards a gazebo.
DEAN
Badminton and bocce ball, croquet; we’re a family who loves games.
Two other families have properties on lake Pontaco, and they’re way on the other side. Total privacy.
Chris is distracted by Walter who prepares the lawn mower in the distance.
DEAN (CONT’D)
I know what you’re thinking.
CHRIS
Yeah?
DEAN
Well-to-do white family; black servants……
CHRIS
I wasn’t gonna go there.
DEAN
You didn’t have to. We hired them a few years ago to help care for my parents; they became part of the family. Couldn’t bear to let them go. I hate the way it makes us look though……
CHRIS
Hey. People need work.
DEAN
Yeah.
They arrive at an outdoor patio. Dean stops Chris from stepping on a dead sparrow.
DEAN (CONT’D)
Well, crap.
(Calling)
Walter!
Walter turns to face them. He has that same eerily mild smile.
Vacant in its sincerity.
DEAN (CONT’D)
Another dead bird!
(To Chris)
Damn things fly into the patio from time to time; break their necks.
Walter nods slowly. Dean gently kicks the bird’s carcass out of their way.
DEAN (CONT’D)
Iced tea?
EXT. OUTDOOR PATIO - DAY
Dean, Missy, Chris and Rose sit with iced teas.
MISSY
(to Chris)
Rose tells us your parents aren’t with us.
CHRIS
My Dad was never really in the picture. My mom passed away when I was 11; She was hit by a car.
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