LADING

bony {part 3}

It’s long overdue to finish publishing my short script, about an old man and a cat. This is part 3. You can read part 1 and part 2, if you haven’t done so already.

Enjoy!

cat art print by forgottenpages

EXT. DAY. GARDEN

VASILE opens the doors and goes out in the front of the house, looking towards the gate and then to the shed. No move. He goes to the table and looks at the blanket on the chair. The cat sleeps on the blanket.

VASILE
(sighing, frowning)
You’re back, you damned cat. There’s hair all over this blanket. I’ll take care of this, let’s see how you get back in again.

VASILE goes in the shed and looks through the old boxes. Takes out a set of tools and goes to the gate. Tucks up his sleeve and takes the gate off the hinges. He straightens the hinges and then makes a clasp with some wire. He puts the gate back and tightens it with the wire clasp.

Goes back in the shed and puts the tools back. Takes the cat in one hand and goes back to the gate. The gate screeches.

VASILE
(going out and closing the gate)
We should put some oil on this gate, it can even wake up the dead…

VASILE looks left and right. He turns right and walks with a heavy step, carrying the cat under his arm and with his other hand in his pocket.

EXT. DAY. GARDEN

A garden with a high fence and a dark green gate. Halfhearted, VASILE opens the gate and goes into the garden.

A tidy garden, with flowers, green grass and seedlings. NELU (38), a healthy man, with dark blue paints and white t-shirt and MARIOARA (35), in a flower dress with brown hair in a pony tail are at the table. CRISTINA (5), a blonde girl, is playing on the grass, near the table.

NELU
(sees the old man and gets up)
Dad? Everything ok?

VASILE
Whatever. Food smells good.

NELU
If I knew you were coming, we would have waited. Ilie just left with breakfast. Didn’t you meet him on the way?

VASILE
No, I took the long way here. He is probably waiting in the street, I fixed the gate this morning. I came to bring you this damned cat, maybe Cristina can keep it around, there’s hair all around my place.

CRISTINA gets up and takes the cat from the old man.

VASILE
(caressing the little girl)
Hold it, this is one fat cat.

CRISTINA
(standing on her toes)
What’s her name, grandpa?

VASILE
I don’t know. You can call her Bony. Like it?

CRISTINA
(smiling and taking the cat to her playing space)
Can I keep Bony?

VASILE
Please, do keep it, for grandpa.
(whispering)
Don’t let her come back to me, please don’t.

The parents look at CRISTINA who is pleased whit her new toy, and to VASILE going back to the gate.

MARIOARA
VASILE, why don’t you stay for breakfast? Ilie should be back soon.

NELU
Come on, Dad, stay. It’s been ages since you got out of the house, we can have a chat.

VASILE
(with his back turned to them, going towards thee gate)
What’s there to chat about? I’m going home, I have a cold omelet waiting for me.

NELU
Take care, Dad!

VASILE nods his head and goes into the street without looking behind.

EXT. DAY. GARDEN

VASILE arrives at his gate and sees ILIE in the shed.

VASILE
(trying to open the gate)
How did you get in, you brat? I fixed the gate.

ILIE
(coming to the gate)
That’s not fixed. Do you think that wire could keep me out? No way. See, now it’s fixed. And I’m giving you the key only if you promise that we take care of the garden tomorrow.

VASILE
Nothing about that. Go home, your mother is waiting with breakfast.

ILIE
And how do you know that?

VASILE
I took the damned cat to your place, I thought Cristina might keep her there. Bony’s her name. Bonehead, that is. Like you and your father.

ILIE
(leaning on the gate, on the inside)
And somebody else we know. If you want the key, we take care of the garden tomorrow. And decide already, the omelet is getting cold.

VASILE
(extending the hand for the key)
Damned kid, don’t know who you take after. Six, sharp, garden work is not for lunch, when you wake up. And give me that key already.

ILIE gives the key to the old man, who opens the gate nervously and goes past the boy without looking at him. ILIE gets out of the garden and goes left.

ILIE
(looking back to the old men in the shed)
Lock that gate, I didn’t work for nothing. And wash the dishes, mom said it’s a good sign.

The old man says nothing. He goes to the table, limping, with his hands in his pockets. He sits and starts eating the omelet with tomatoes salad that the boy left on the table for him. He looks to the gate from time to time.

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