SABLE
OVER BLACK
The FUNERAL DIRGE plays. SNIFFLES and WEEPING are heard.
INT. FUNERAL HOME - DAY
Decked out in all black, SABLE (30), a voluptuous, bombshell blonde confined to a wheelchair, uncomfortably fidgets with her hands. A giant engagement ring adorns her ring finger.
She dabs her eyes dry with a handkerchief, even though there are no visible tears.
Displayed next to a closed casket is a large portrait of Sable snuggled with MR. PARKER, a man in his 80’s.
EXT. FUNERAL HOME - MOMENTS LATER
PARKER’S SON (65) and GRACE (60), Parker’s daughter, tower over Sable. Sable SOBS dramatically into her handkerchief.
You're not fooling anyone.
Sable reaches out and gently touches Parker’s Sons' arm. Sunlight glints off of Sable’s giant engagement ring, blinding Grace.
Sable smiles at both of them. Grace is disgusted to see the engagement ring on Sable’s finger.
I will not!
Grace attempts to yank the ring off of Sable’s finger but Sable fights back. Sable bites Grace’s hand in an attempt to loosen her grip but Grace eventually prevails and smugly stows the ring in her jacket pocket.
Thank goodness you didn’t have time
to weasel your way into our father’s will.
Grace straightens her clothing and turns her back to Sable. Sable stews for a moment.
SUDDENLY she leaps out of the wheelchair and tackles Grace to the ground. She grabs a handful of Grace’s hair.
SABLE
Give me back my ring.
EXT. PARKER HOME - LATER THAT DAY
Sable, back in the ruse of needing a wheelchair, is pushed to the front door of a large, two story house by an ELDERLY WOMAN. Sable admires her engagement ring that’s safely back on her finger.
SABLE
I don’t know what came over me earlier.
The Elderly Woman pats Sable’s shoulder.
Grief causes strong emotions. Are
you sure you don't need any help?
I'm sure.
Sable hugs the Elderly Woman.
If you change your mind
I'm only a call away.
Thank you.
They share a smile. The Elderly Woman slowly walks away.
Once the Elderly Woman is out of sight, Sable's smile evaporates. Sable bends forward in her wheelchair. She sees that the Elderly Woman is half way up the street.
Stoically Sable unlocks her front door and rolls inside.
INT. PARKER HOME, LIVING ROOM - SAME
Sable closes the door and rolls to the nearest window. She opens the curtain and peeks out; no one's in sight. She closes the curtain tightly.
With the coast clear, she jumps out of the wheelchair and whips off the blonde wig. She races to her bedroom.
BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
In the safety of her bedroom Sable quickly sheds the rest of her disguise.
Padded push-up bra and hip pads fall to the wayside. We finally meet Sable, as she truly is, a svelte brunette. She haphazardly throws clothes, shoes and jewelry into a suitcase. She runs into the...
BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Sable touches up her hair and makeup at the vanity. She checks her clothing in the mirror.
INT. PARKER HOME, LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
The suitcases are stacked next to the front door. Sable peeks out from behind a curtain. The coast is clear.
EXT. PARKER HOME - SAME
Sable races out of the house, but quickly turns around and runs back inside.
A moment later she comes out again with the blonde wig askew on her head. She slams the front door behind her.
A wheelchair accessible van and a hot rod are parked in her driveway. She tosses her cases into the hot rod and quickly jumps in. She starts the engine.
Unbeknownst to her, a NEIGHBOR steps up to her driver-side window.
Ms. Wilson...
Startled, Sable accidentally bumps the car HORN. She quickly catches her breath and puts her car in reverse.
I’m sorry for your loss. I’m glad
to see you’re recovering.
Thank you.
Sable gasses it out of the driveway and speeds off. Half way down the street the blonde wig flies out of the window.
EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING - LATER
Sable emerges from around the corner, suitcases in hand. The apartment building stands tall over the busy, city street below. She runs into the apartment building.
INT. LIAM’S APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Sable enters the apartment. She puts her suitcases down and kicks off her shoes. She picks up a stack of mail and sifts through it. A strange envelope addressed to her catches her attention. She quickly puts it into her purse.
LIAM JONES walks out of the bedroom into the living room.
They hug.
LIAM
Babe! How was your trip?
Productive enough.
I thought you weren't coming home
until next week?
I couldn't stand being away from
you for that long.
She grabs his face and kisses him. She wears a different, modest engagement ring on her ring finger.
You're amazing.
He passionately kisses her. She smiles and grabs hold of his hand. She coyly leads him toward the bedroom. He happily follows her.
INT. LIAM’S APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Sable exits the bedroom, ties her robe closed and plops down on the couch. She grabs her purse. Inside her purse she has three cellphones.
She discreetly checks one, there are no unread messages or missed calls. She discreetly checks the second phone; she has numerous missed text messages and missed calls. Liam exits the bedroom and kisses her en route to the kitchen.
LIAM
What do you want for dinner?
Sable sneaks a peek at one of the text messages. It's from BOBBY. It reads: WHERE ARE YOU? WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING MY CALLS?
Liam notices that he doesn't have Sable's attention.
Babe?
What?
LIAM
What do you want for dinner?
SABLE
How about spaghetti?
Spaghetti it is.
Liam pulls a pot and pan from the cupboard. Sable fidgets for a moment then walks to front door and grabs her car keys.
I forgot something in my car, I'll
be right back.
EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING - MOMENTS LATER
Sable leans against the building, she's on her cellphone.
Why does it have to be tonight?
(beat)
I'm already halfway to my mothers.
The response to her question annoys her.
No matter how hard you try, you
can’t stop me from visiting her.
Unintelligible YELLING responds to her.
Fine. I'll turn around and head back
Sable hangs up and angrily tosses the phone into her purse. A PASSERBY quizzically looks Sable up and down as the bottom of Sable's robe flaps slightly in the breeze.
SABLE (CONT’D)
What the hell are you looking at?
Startled, the passerby scurries away.
INT. LIAM’S APARTMENT - MOMENTS LATER
LIAM
Can it wait until tomorrow?
No. He says it can't wait.
He hugs her tightly.
He's not going to be a problem is he?
SABLE
No, I've got him handled.
She somberly kisses him goodbye.
EXT. SABLE’S HOME - LATER THAT NIGHT
Sable's hot rod peels into the driveway of a modest single story home. It SCREECHES to a halt shattering the silence of the quiet neighborhood. Sable stomps up the front steps with a red wig in hand and storms inside.
INT. SABLE’S HOME, LIVING ROOM - SAME
Sable barges to a coat rack and hangs up the wig. She flicks the lights on as she takes off her coat. Behind her sits a shadowy figure, a MAN in a suit.
The sound of his lighter IGNITING doesn't startle Sable, but it does catch her attention. She turns around to face him. It's BOBBY (40's), a clean cut man with gruff features.
SABLE
You've got a lot of nerve.
Bobby lights a blunt and takes a hit.
BOBBY
It's good to see you too Sable.
Welcome back Miss Wilson.
Thank you sir.
How's your mother?
She's stable but I hope to
visit her again next week.
Put your request in and
I'll make it happen.
Thank you sir.
I left a few new accounts on
your desk. I’d like you to review
SABLE
I'll get right on those.
She takes a seat at her desk and opens the first of many file folders. She doesn’t wear any engagement or wedding rings.
INT. BANK - LATER THAT DAY
ROY SMALLS (30's), a plain looking man with a quirky demeanor enters the bank. He glances around the room.
Sable is the only employee who isn’t with a client. Roy adjusts his glasses and awkwardly walks to her table. Sable glances up from the file she's reading. At eye contact, Roy is left speechless.
SABLE
How can I help you sir?
He doesn't respond.
Sable tries again.
May I help you?
Roy tries to knock words together, but is unsuccessful.
Trust fund.
Pardon?
Roy laughs uncomfortably. He corrects himself.
I'd like... information about
establishing a trust fund.
SABLE
Please, take a seat Mister...
Roy quickly sits down.
Smalls. Roy Smalls.
Mr. Smalls. Our attorneys will need
to draw up all the paperwork
Neither.
Niece, nephew?
My dog.
Your dog?
Yes.
We offer options in $10,000
increments.
I'd like to do two
million dollars.
Sable is taken aback by this staggering figure.
SABLE
Two million dollars?
ROY
receives the same standard of living
A smile warms Sable's face.
That's very sweet of you and your
wife.
ROY
Oh, I don't have a wife.
Really?
Sable and Roy LAUGH with each other. Sable glances at the time. She does a double-take.
Oh my goodness Mr. Smalls, I didn't
realize I had taken up so much
No apology necessary.
Sable smiles coyly.
Roy, it's been a pleasure. We'll
process your information by the
That's it?
That’s it.
Sable stands from her chair and extends her hand.
SABLE (CONT’D)
It was a pleasure chatting. I hopeyou have a wonderful day.
Roy remains in his chair. He glances around the room.
He leans in towards Sable but anxiously leans back. Finally he summons the courage.
May I... may I see you again?
Sable smiles at him sweetly.
SABLE
I’m flattered Mr. Smalls but...
SUDDENLY, Grace, with scratches on her face and an arm in a sling, enters the bank. Sable is thrown off of her game.
SABLE (CONT’D)
I’m... currently seeing someone.
Roy is crushed.
ROY
Of course. Excuse me.
He awkwardly gather his things while Sable attempts to gather her wits. Her focus barely leaves Grace.
Have a good day.
You too Mr. Smalls.
Roy races out of the front door while Sable quickly steals out of the back door.
EXT. BANK - MOMENTS LATER
Sable anxiously meanders near the bank. She bides her time, frequently checking to see where Grace is at inside.
Finally, she spots Grace shaking the Bank Manager’s hand. Grace exits the bank, gets into her car and drives away.
INT. BANK - CONTINUOUS
Sable rushes back into the bank, desperate for information. She approaches the Bank Manager.
Who was that.
A potential cash cow. She’s looking
to transfer her father’s account
No reason.
Sable returns to her desk. At her desk she sifts through her purse until she finds the envelope that had arrived at Liam’s apartment.
She opens the envelope and is terrified to find a stack of surveillance-type photos inside: Liam outside of his apartment, Liam inside of his apartment, Liam with Sable. There are also photos of Sable with her MA (60s), a frail woman walking with the aid of Sable outside of a hospital.
Sable quickly hides the photos in her purse. She inspects the envelope, there's no return address. She nervously glances around. Uneasy, she gather's her purse, rushes past her manager and out of the front door.
I'm sorry, I have to leave.
There's been an emergency.
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