Post by Corey Lazarus on Feb 2, 2015 16:25:47 GMT
the law offices of price, mcdermott, and Rosenberg – timothy price’s office
los angeles, california
monday, december 15, 2014
11:41 am
[KAREN MILLER sits down in the leather office chair, crossing her legs beneath her flowing earth-colored skirt. She guides a few loose strands of hair behind her ear and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as TIMOTHY PRICE sits down behind his desk in a similar - but larger - chair. He sniffles a little, rubbing under his nose, and then adjusts his black tie before opening a book, softly whistling the melody of "Danny Boy" as he does so.]
Karen
So what should I tell him, then?
Timothy
Tell him the truth.
[She nods and looks down, rolling up the sleeve of her black Dawn Levy Dakota quilted leather moto to check her Seiko two-tone stainless steel bracelet watch.]
Karen
Alright. I should get going, then. He should be off of his Skype call with Cliff in a few minutes and then he's going to wonder where the hell I've been.
[She looks back to Timothy, whose attention is on her entirely.]
Karen
Any advice on how to break it to him?
Timothy
Just be honest. He's a big boy. He'll understand.
Karen
I know he'll understand, but after everything that's happened in the last few years...the divorce, Richard, the medical bills...
Timothy
So you're asking me if there's an easy way to tell him?
Karen
Exactly.
Timothy
Probably with a bottle of scotch. Aberfeldy...
Timothy/Karen (both)
...21.
Karen
Yeah, I know his brand.
Timothy
It's worth a shot, at the very least.
[Karen nods, sighs, and then pushes herself up from the chair.]
casa del caos - back terrace
malibu, california
monday, december 15, 2014
1:33 pm
[COREY LAZARUS sits with his bare feet in the pool, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips as he flicks his Zippo open and snaps it closed again and again, staring at the waves in the pool from behind his silver-rimmed Ray Bans. Open. Close. Open. Close. Karen walks out from the kitchen, leaving the slider open, and then kicks off her Gucci thong sandals before hiking up her skirt and sitting beside him.]
Lazarus
It happened again, didn't it. The doors closed, right?
[Karen looks at him, her jaw dropping slightly, and then into the pool.]
Karen
Who told you?
Lazarus
You did. By sitting down and putting your feet in. If it were good news then you'd have just texted me. And you wouldn't have that bottle of scotch in your coat.
[She smiles, sympathizing for her employer, and then pulls the bottle out, running her thumb over the wax seal.]
Karen
So...should I get some glasses...?
[Corey thinks for a second and then scratches the back of his neck, flciking open his Zippo and sparking it. He takes a puff, closes his Zippo, and then takes a deep drag, inhaling and exhaling it slowly.]
Lazarus
Yeah. That might be a good idea.
casa del caos - living room
malibu, california
sunday, february 1, 2015
5:33 pm
[The curtains are drawn and tied shut, with only glimmers of sunlight creeping in. Empty bottles of Aberfeldy 21, Bacardi, various beers, and empty packs of cigarettes scatter the room, littering the floor and the glass tabletops and white leather furniture. An iPhone 6-Plus rings on the table, Accept's classic "Balls to the Wall," and a hand knocks over a half-full can of Coors Light while reaching for it. Corey sits up, bringing the phone to his ear as he slides his thumb over the screen, and then lights a cigarette as he answers.]
Lazarus
...hello...?
[He listens, smoking his cigarette, and then ashes onto the floor next to him. His hair is disheveled, his beard unruly, and his clothes missing save for a cowboy hat covering his nether regions.]
Lazarus
...when do you want me there?
[He listens some more, nodding, and then clears his throat.]
Lazarus
I'm there. I'll have Karen make the travel arrangements now.
[Corey ends the call and then scans through his contacts list, finding Karen. He taps on her info and brings up her number, calling it. She answers quickly, and Corey mutters out only a few words...]
Lazarus
Boston. Friday. Red eye. Book it.
[...before ending the call and lying back down, still smoking his cigarette.]