Blue Rev. (mm/dd/yy)
35.
HILLY Uncle, we gotta go. I’ll pick up the damn magazines. Hilly moves toward the fallen tower of LOOK. Ptolemy blocks him holding up his hands. PTOLEMY No, no, no, no, no. Don’t do no more. Please. Just go outside. Go on and I’ll come in a minute. Hilly is an angry, brooding sort. But he’s on a mission and so he swallows some of his ire. HILLY Okay. But at least put on a clean shirt. Hilly blunders out slamming the door behind him. The sound of the slam frightens Ptolemy so much that he has a vision: INT. PTOLEMY'S APARTMENT, BEDROOM - DAY IN THE PAST A BLACK MAN is shouting. There’s a loud SHOT and then a WOMAN’S SCREAM. INT. PTOLEMY'S APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS Ptolemy is breathing hard. He’s recovering from current trauma and the long ago one. He looks around the apartment trying to reorient himself. As Ptolemy talks to himself he moves around the living room looking... for something. PTOLEMY He stops at the table-shelf made up like a cot. Tapping the thin mattress and looking around he’s searching for a memory. Finally he sees a small rectangular bench at the end of the sleep-shelf. Upon it is a drinking glass, a lamp, and a box * of tissues. He removes these items, takes the bench and places it on the floor. Then he manages to step up on the little stool facing a teddy bear wedged into the junk crowding the table-shelf above. I got to, got to go see Reggie and he’s at, he’s at Niecie’s... that’s right, Niecie. June’s girl.
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