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PTOLEMY Oh. Yeah. Uh-huh. Come on. Ptolemy forges past Reggie; a man with a mission he can understand. INT. PTOLEMY'S APARTMENT, KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER The kitchen is a close cousin to the living room. Cluttered with dirty dishes, rags, rusted cutlery and broken crockery. They are greeted by scuttling roaches and even a fluttering moth or two. We know it smells in there because Reggie’s nose turns up. There’s one area that’s pretty much clutter free. Here there’s a cardboard carton that has nine cans of baked beans lined up on it, a shelf that is at full capacity with three * empty cans, and a very simple electric can-opener. REGGIE You see, Uncle? You had three cans’a beans for lunch and here I am. PTOLEMY Uh-huh. You get the pitcher outta the ice box and I’ll get your special glass. While Ptolemy searches the cluttered shelves Reggie opens the refrigerator. This is packed with things that belong there, that have gone bad there, and things that should be somewhere else - like the alarm clock on the shelf next to the plastic pitcher filled with water. PTOLEMY (CONT'D) I know that glass here somewhere. I kept it clean for when Reggie want his water. Yes I did. Reggie takes the pitcher and the clock from the refrigerator. PTOLEMY (CONT'D)
I know I put it up here the last time you was here two, no, no, no three cans ago. REGGIE Papa Grey, why you got the alarm clock in the ice box?
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