5/7/17 Quiet Sunday
To be expanded upon BIG TIME....
Location: hotel room
Maggie: oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck
Harold: hold it to his neck!
Maggie: fuck it's everywhere! (Proceeds to put rags on man who is bleeding profusely on the bed)
Harold: watch your language and push down hard!
Maggie: it's not stopping!
Harold: sit on him and hold it down
Maggie: I don't wanna!
Harold: Margaret Emily Jones!
Maggie: OKAY GOD
(Harold tries to call an ambulance)
Harold: hello, yes we need - there's been a terrible - a man is - a man is - a ma-
Maggie: UNCLE HARRY!
Harold: A MAN IS BLEEDING TO DEATH! - what? - no! NO THIS IS NOT A PRANK! THIS IS A REAL LIFE EMERGENC- hello?!
Maggie: UNCLE HARRY?!
Harold: how could they possibly think this was a joke, I am a very sincere man and I would never -
Maggie: UNCLE HARRY I DONT THINK HES ALIVE ANYMORE
Maggie: HES NOT ALIVE. ANYMORE.
Harold: well did you hold the rag down -
Maggie: He was alive a minute ago and now he's not anymore and -
Harold: how hard did you push?
Maggie: all I wanted was to take care of mama and daddy and now he's not alive anymore -
Harold: how hard did you push, Maggie?
Maggie: as hard I could, uncle Harry, I couldn't do it! I couldn't let him be alive! I couldn't do it! (He pulls her off of the man and holds her)
Harold: hey hey, it's okay. It's okay. You tried. You tried really hard.
Maggie: I tried so hard and I just couldn't - I shouldn't have - I shouldn't - FUCK, HIS EYES -
Harold: ssh, ssh (he pulls a blanket off the floor and covers the body from her)
(She backs away and tried to compose herself. Harry looks around the room. Her clothes are on the floor - she's in her underwear, she's young. There's a wallet with a wad of cash next to it. A gun is on the floor)
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