Episode 10: “Reminiscence” – Transcript

MonkeyTales – Episode 10 – “Reminiscence”
by Luísa Lopes

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INT./EXT. OLLIE’S HOUSE/BACKYARD’S DEPO – LATE AFTERNOON

SFX: heavy door sliding open

OLLIE

… so we have a lot of work to do before bringing the pots inside.

MIA

It’s okay, Ollie, it’s good enough to have a new home for my plant babies where they’re not constantly stepped over.

OLLIE

I highly doubt you’d be one to step over your own babies, Mia.

MIA

Well, I never did, but I also couldn’t let any guests come over because there’d be next to no available space to sit and chat. You and your father are lifesavers. Quite literally.

OLLIE

(snort)

You say that now because your strawberries aren’t ripe yet. Wait until he comes around demanding fruit and you’re gonna change your mind.

SFX: rusted pushcart wheels turning

MIA

(laughing)

So he’s just like any one of my clients, flocking to me like kids after ice cream.

OLLIE

Not sure about a kid, but a stubborn old man, that he is…

MIA

I don’t mind at all. After helping mom like he did, and now helping me… It’s the least I could do, give the man some food.

OLLIE

You DO know that food isn’t cheap, right? I bet you’d get a nice cash in with your berries.

MIA

Renting any space is also expensive, Ollie. It’s really a fair trade. You don’t have to worry about me so much.

SFX: pushcart stops

MIA

Oookay… Enough about your dad. I guess we’ve got too much work on our hands for this. Did you bring enough brooms?

OLLIE

Yes, Mia, I did.

MIA

Are the trash bins nearby?

OLLIE

‘course they are.

MIA

Are they sorted by material to be recycled?

There’s a beat of silence

MIA

Ollie!

OLLIE

I know, I know! I should’ve brought them right when you asked, but it was just so much work…

MIA

(sighs)

Fine, we’ll make do. But be sure I won’t let you go until we’ve got all of the trash sorted by its correct type. Deal?

There’s a pause.

MIA

(disapprovingly)

Ollie…

OLLIE

(tired sigh)

Yes, Mia. I’ll stay here with you until way past midnight if I have to. I wouldn’t let you sorting stuff out by yourself, anyways, no need to ask.

SFX: wood being moved around and clattering with the impact

MIA

You’re being awfully defensive today… What’s gotten into you?

SFX: broom swiping the floor while wood is still being thrown around

OLLIE

It’s not you, Mia. I’m just… In a mood. Still no return from the interviews I went to a fortnight ago. It’s kind of… Well, I’ve been lacking enthusiasm, let’s put it this way.

SFX: the clattering of wood stops, but the broom keeps swiping

MIA

Have you been taking your meds, Ollie?

A beat of silence,the broom stops.

MIA

Ollie?

OLLIE

Well… Sometimes I forget? Then I just remember when I start crying out of the blue.

MIA

(sighing)

Do you want some help? Maybe I could call you and make sure you took it at the right time.

OLLIE

Are you my friend or my parent?

MIA

Whichever I need to be to help you get up from this slump, buddy.

Ollie chuckles and there’s a beat of silence.

OLLIE

Hey… Hey, Mia! Come over here! Look at this!

SFX: clattering wood and footsteps with the broom dragged along

MIA

If it’s another cockroach I swear I’ll…

OLLIE

(defensively)

I did it once, Mia, once! C’mon, I wouldn’t do it again. No, it’s… Looks like a box of my dad’s old stuff. Probably doesn’t even remember he has some of these things…

SFX: metal and other objects being moved around in the box

MIA

Whoa… He sure accumulated a ton of stuff, didn’t he?

OLLIE

He’s a hoarder, that’s what he does. Still has some of my stuffed toys from my toddler years.

MIA

He is attached to the memories. I think it’s cute.

OLLIE

(snorts and mumbles)

Wait until you see the cupboard with expired medicine…

SFX: more moving around the box and a loud cling of metal

MIA

What is it? Sounded quite big.

OLLIE

Yeah, hurt my finger… Looks like a metal box.

SFX: metal box being pulled out of the box, making the other objects move around

MIA

Is this…?

OLLIE

What? Have you ever seen one of these?

MIA

I… I think so. Is it sealed shut?

OLLIE

Yup.

MIA

With some kind of engraving or note attached to it?

OLLIE

Huh… Let me…

SFX: turning the box, sound of something sliding on metal

OLLIE

Yeah… There’s a price tag glued to the side with a date. And… “Do Nat”… No, it’s “Do not open”… “…for… fifty years”? What the—?

MIA

Oh. My. God. It’s. It’s a time capsule! Holy cow, Ollie, this has probably been sealed for decades!

OLLIE

It has. 46 years, if I read that date right.

MIA

I’m… This is so awesome! Your father must’ve had an iron self-discipline to keep it sealed for such a long time. My sister tried to make one with her friends. Didn’t last a month.

OLLIE

What did they even put in a time capsule? Newspaper titles? Secret notes? A picture of their high school sweetheart?

MIA

Well, I don’t really know, I never actually saw them putting the stuff inside the box. I just know they promised to put something meaningful and recognizable. Maybe she put a lipstick or something.

OLLIE

Doesn’t sound all that impressive to me…

SFX: turning the metal box around once more

MIA

Why? Don’t tell me you wouldn’t have anything of value to put into the box, Ollie. I’ve known you for a lifetime. I know you’re just as attached to some things as your father is.

OLLIE

(sigh)

You’re not wrong, but I don’t know. Seems like a long time, fifty years. You might as well give it away or sell it.

MIA

There are some things you can’t sell, silly. I know that I’d choose stuff that has meaning for me, not for some… Some buyer.

OLLIE

(amused)

Oh, yeah? What would you put into a time capsule?

MIA

Easy. Dried flowers. A couple of poems handwritten in nice lettering. Some seeds… Maybe even a few coins, to have something recognizable from now.

OLLIE

You’d put money in there? Are you mad? With everything that’s been going on?

MIA

Shush, Ollie. A few coins never killed anyone.

OLLIE

Well, the bus drivers would certainly disagree.

MIA

Oh, Ollie, c’mon. Try not to be a killjoy for once. What would you put there? And give it some thought, I don’t want a lazy answer.

SFX: settles the box on the ground and taps on it rythmically with the tips of their fingers

OLLIE

Well… You sure hate working with easy questions, don’t you?

MIA

(cheerful)

It’s not that hard. I’m already thinking about some of our pictures together, the funny ones. These sure would be a nice thing to remember a few years from now.

OLLIE

What, you want to put my ugly face inside your precious time capsule? I’m flattered.

They both laugh.

MIA

You’re not ugly… Besides, wouldn’t it be nice to show them to our children if someone else found them and saw how much we cared for each other?

OLLIE

You’re right… It would be so nice. Showing how important our friendship was through these days… How much you helped me…

There’s snifling

MIA

(softly)

Hey… Hey, Ollie, why are you crying? What is it?

OLLIE

I’m just… Sometimes I wonder why you like to hang out with me so much. I… I know I’m always being a pain, with how grim I paint the future, and you’re just… so…

SFX: rustling of clothes as Mia hugs them

MIA

Shh… We all have our ups and downs, Ollie. No need to worry about it, okay? I love hanging out with you. Was it me calling you a killjoy?

OLLIE

(taking deep breaths and trying to calm the crying)

No… I was just… When you asked me about what I’d put in the time capsule, my mind was a blank. I didn’t even think about including a picture with you or something that reminded us of our friendship. What kind of friend am I?

MIA

A thoughtful one. Close your eyes, take a deep breath and let your mind be blank for a moment. Then you can think of an answer.

OLLIE

(breathing coming back to normal)

Alright… Okay.

There’s a couple of deep breaths being taken.

OLLIE

I would… Put a picture of your eighteenth birthday there. The one we printed twice, remember? I wrote a poem for you behind mine. And… And maybe I’d add a few pieces of paper with my writings. Perhaps even a full page of my journal, let myself be surprised about stuff that seems so heavy right now and will look quite silly a few decades from now…

MIA

That’s nice… Keep going.

OLLIE

I’d also add a letter to whoever finds the box. I think even if we ended up opening it in the end, it would be nice to have a message from the me from now.

MIA

You’re right… That’s such a nice idea, Ollie. Leaving your future self a message. I’d totally write one for my future self, too.

OLLIE

Yeah… It would be so nice.

SFX: a deep sigh and clothes rustling as they entangle themselves.

MIA

See? Much easier than you thought.

OLLIE

Thank you, Mia. By the way, you just made me wish we could start our own time capsule right about now with all this talk.

SFX: clothes rustling and feet on the ground as they get up, the metal box in hand, with the contents sliding on metal

MIA

We can build our own. After you help me clean this place, move my precious babies inside and sort out the trash with me.

OLLIE

You sure love ordering me around, don’t you?

MIA

And you sure love getting yourself into situations I’m obligated to do so.

(giggles)

Are you feeling better? For real?

OLLIE

Yes, mama, I’m alright. I’ll be alright. You really have a way with words, Mia, are you sure you’re not the writer of our duo?

MIA

(laughs)

Pretty sure. I may copy poems with pretty lettering, but you, my dearest friend, is the words-tamer. You’re a beast with a piece of paper and a pen.

OLLIE

Flatterer.

(They laugh)

SFX: broom begins swiping again and wood is thrown around

(There’s a moment where they’re just cleaning)

MIA

You know what would actually really brighten the mood after this whole heart-to-heart stuff?

OLLIE

Hmm… What?

MIA

(lets the broom fall)

Tag, you’re it!

SFX: running steps

OLLIE

Hey! That’s not fair, I wasn’t ready!

SFX: wood thrown over the ground and added set of running steps

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