Purim Spiel, Part 1

Int. Bedroom, New York -Late Afternoon.

    Nanny, in her early 70s, is opening up drawers, looking for pills.

            Lally's Voice, Off-Screen
    Nanny!

            Nanny
כוסאמק.       

Nanny leaves, walks into the next room, the dining room. Lally, a beautiful woman in her late thirties, is standing there, next to Sarah, 16, dressed in punk-goth attire.

            Lally
    Do I smell cigarettes on your breath?

            Sarah
    No.

            Lally
    I smell cigarettes.
           
            Sarah
    That must be the after-scent from when I sucked my boyfriend's dick while you were at the cleaners. His sperm smells of cigarettes.

            Lally
    Nanny!

            Nanny
    What?

            Lally
    Did I not tell you to watch the girl while I was out?

            Nanny
    A girl 16 years old needs a babysitter?

            Lally
    A babysitter, maybe not, but a chaperone - yes, when Mr. Leather is involved.

            Sarah
    His name is Dave.

            Lally
    I know that מותק. But I'll start calling him by hist first name when he stops sucking my daughter's lips like a piece of fucking fruit.

         (Goes to the stove, slams a dish down on the table.)

    Dinner's served!

They eat in silence.

            Nanny
    Excuse me. I have to go to the bathroom.

Cut to: Int, Bathroom - Same

Nanny is going through pill bottles.

            Nanny
    Where is it? Where is it?

    (Takes out a bottle labeled "birth control", and opens it. Some white powder spins out.)

    Ahah!

She starts sniffing the cocaine.

Cut to: Dining Room - Same.

Dinner table. Sarah and Lally eat in silence.

            Lally
    What's taking so long?
        (Beat.)
        (Screaming)
    Nanny, did you think the laxatives were Motrin again?
        (To Sarah)
     I swear that woman is senile!
        (Screams)
    Nanny!

            Sarah
    For God's sake mom, can't a person even take a shit in this house in peace?
        (Beat.)

            Lally
    Oh my God! Where did you hide the cocaine?

            Sarah
    In my birth control bottle.

            Lally
    You're on birth control?

            Sarah
    Mom, I already told you - Dave and I are safe, ok?

            Lally
    Safety isn't just about birth control.

            Sarah
        (rolls her eyes)
    I know, it's also about STDs.

            Lally
    STIs.

            Sarah
    What?

            Lally
    STIs. It's the new term. We use it down at the center. Anyhow, that's not the point - there's also emotional safety, security -

     (There's a loud crash.)

    Shit!

Cut to: Ext. - Ambulance riding through New York street, Early Evening.

Cut to: Int. - Emergency room, A few hours later.

Lally and Sarah ate seated on a bench. Dr. Smith, a handsome-ish man in his thirties walks in.

                Dr. Smith
    Hi. Mrs. Annavian?

                Lally
    Ms.

They shake hands.

                Lally

    And this is my beautiful daughter, Sarah.

They shake hands.

            Dr. Smith

    You're mother is going to be just fine.
        (Beat.)
    Uh, I am not sure how to say this but - it looks like your mother may have a cocaine addiction problem. You really should get her into rehab.

            Sarah
    We know. I hid her cocaine in the birth control bottle. The birth control bottle! What kind of a fucking 70-year-old goes looking in a birth control bottle?!

            Lally
    Sarah! Please, your language!

            Dr. Smith
    Addicts will look anywhere for drugs.

    (Clears throat).

    Here's a folder with rehab info. A social worker will call you tomorrow to discuss different options. If you'll excuse me, I have other patients to attend to.


They go in to a hospital room. Nanny is lying there, her eyes open.

            Lally
    You, my dear, are going to rehab.

            Nanny
    Just kill me, why don't you?

            Lally
    Don't tempt me. If that cocaine doesn't do it...

            Nanny
    Dying of cocaine is like dying of an orgasm. It's a good way to go.
        (Beat.)
    Not that you'd know.

            Lally

    Nanny!

            Nanny
    What? When's the last time you had sex? I'm telling you, you need to get some ass and get off hers.
    (Gestures to Sarah)

            Lally
        (turns to Sarah)
    You think I'm hard to put up with - you should have seen what it was like growing up with her!

Inside back seat of cab - New York - Night.

Sarah is resting with her head nestle against Lally's shoulder. Lally has her arm around Sarah.

            Sarah
    Since when do you think I'm beautiful?
           
            Lally
    Since always! Or you would be, if you didn't wear these weird earrings.

She starts playing with Sarah's ears.

            Sarah
    Stop!

            Lally
    What? What? Don't stop?

She starts tickling her. Sarah laughs.

Cut to: Ext., Zenut Rehabilitation Facility, New York - Day.

Cut to: Int. Lobby, Nurse's Station Area, Zenut Rehabilitation Facility - Same.

            Nurse Lola
     And our facilities are 100% kosher and sabbath observant.

            Lally
    I don't care about that religious crap. Just keep my mother away from cocaine, and if you can also keep her away from multiple orgasms, that would be good too.

Pan out to nurse's shocked face.

Int. Living Room, New York, Later that Day.

Sarah is doing homework. Lally walks in.

            Lally
    Turn on the news.

            Sarah
    What?

            Lally
    NOW.

Sarah turns on the news.

            News Anchor
    Today, more violence on the West Bank. Shachar Zehavi, a 75-year old man was killed on his way to attend a rabbinic conference on, ironically, peace and coexistence. Now, Mr. Zehavi was a resident of the controversial Beth Joshua settlement. Many diplomats think that settlements like Mr. Zehavi's are major setbacks to the peace process. Stay tuned. After the break, Professer Mantos from University of Maryland and Professor Joshua from Columbia will discuss today's attack and debate this controversial topic.

            Sarah
    Saba?

            Lally
    I have us booked on the ten o'clock plane.