Just Call Her Marlo: The Little Sisters — Part Six

Yes, this story does continue. We still need to reach the resolution and final image! 🙂

So, here’s the previous part of the story.

And here’s Part Six!

EXT. STREET — DAY

Marlo drives the roadster, Cordelia riding shotgun, and Frenchie in the back seat. The car barrels past the “Welcome to the Village of New Britain” sign.

CORDELIA
Can you go any faster?

MARLO
I can. But I don’t feel like dying today.

Marlo’s roadster careers, tires squealing, up the driveway to —

EXT. LEAR MANSION — DAY

The roadster pulls up before the house, where a few boxes and items of old furniture sit. Along with Colonel Lear, still in his wheelchair. A single potted geranium sits on his lap.

Marlo, Cordelia, and Frenchie exit the car and approach Colonel Lear.

COLONEL LEAR
My, God, Cordelia! Look at me. They’ve given me the boot. Tossed me out on the street. Now, all I have is a lot of old crap and this hideous, smelly piece of botany.

Kent appears at Colonel Lear’s side.

COLONEL LEAR
And my faithful toady, Kent.

Valet joins Colonel Lear and Kent. As Marlo, Cordelia, and Frenchie approach the three, the Valet pulls his handgun out.

VALET
Stay back, you lot.

MARLO
(sneering)
Put that thing away, would ya?

Valet stows the weapon, looks mortified.

Gloucester enters with EDGAR, mid-30s, clean-cut, dressed like an upper-class frat boy.

Gloucester is all smiles, Edgar looks pissed.

GLOUCESTER
Ms. Wiley, I won’t need your services after all. Funny story. Turns out Edgar isn’t trying to kill me.

EDGAR
Real funny. Anyone seen Edmund?

EDMUND, early 40s, full of himself, dressed like a gangsta rapper, a nine-mil tucked into his waistband, which sags beneath the gun’s weight, steps outside the house and stands on the stoop.

EDMUND
I suggest you all move along before I call the cops and have you arrested for trespassing.

EDGAR
You bastard!

Edmund looks hurt.

EDMUND
No need to rub it in.

GLOUCESTER
Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature to quit this horrid act.

Goneril sticks her head out the door.

GONERIL
Suck it, old man.

Goneril giggles, then disappears. Edmund shrugs.

COLONEL LEAR
You scoundrel. May you die buried in geraniums.

EDMUND
I’m sorry, Colonel, but you know how Goneril can be. So, please everyone —
(beat)
(shouting)
Get off my lawn!

Edmund steps back inside. Slams the door.

Marlo, Cordelia, Frenchie, Colonel Lear, Kent, Gloucester, and Edgar all look at one another. Valet stares into space.

MARLO
Someone’s going to need to take an Uber.

*****

There’s one more part to go! 🙂

Originally published at http://randomandsundrythings.wordpress.com on April 29, 2020.