At the Annual Jazz Festival

Sunday, Sep 4, 2011

Noon

The Annual Jazz Festival

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At the Annual Jazz Festival

Eddie NewMann pucked kisses in and out of a golden horn

Tony California yelled ‘Hey’! nineteen times to a crowd of two-hundred

Willie Weaver put on his ace black shades and blew blew blew that sax sax sax

Markman Richard plucked and pounced and patted down that overgrown bass of his

Mike TinCan Folly told a story about the Iraq War without saying a word

Grace Ann Louise swung her hips like ship, rocking to Shirley and her girls

Chuck Lombatto climbed a tree to get a solitary view of Saks Armstrong

Cold Cole Lobb slapped hands with his drums and bite down on his cymbals

Blake Iverton whispered serenely to his wife ‘This is where I want to die’

The Hobo tapped his feet and danced with a shopping bag, floating

Still-Stale motioned to the Moon with Alligator Eyes, sayin’ ‘Kill the lights’

Gabrielle Anamosha hit ‘em hard as the drumroll cashed its last check

Yeah…

That all happened…

At the Annual Jazz Festival

Three Portraits of Hyde Park

Tuesday, Sep 6, 2011

2:00 p.m.

Three Portraits of Hyde Park

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(Reggie, a tall thin African-American man in a black shirt, is cutting a man’s hair.)

Reggie- Yeah, this is where Obama gets his haircut. Time Magazine came in and took a picture and everything. He’s been coming around here for years and just knows that we got the right guys to give him what he wants. He’s an easy to talk to guy. Ya know?

Have I talked to him? Well… yeah, I mean, a couple times. But I don’t really think of him as the President, when I’m talking to him. I just think of him as another guy, sitting in a chair, wantin’ to talk to me about the world. He doesn’t try to harass us with politics or any of that stuff. When he comes in here… he’s just… a guy, ya know?

Yeah, we put the chair he sat in inside a glass box. It was everyone’s idea and I mean, hey… it’s good for business. Gives the place a little gleam too, even when there’s too much hair on the floor, know what I mean?

I’m proud to work here. I love this neighborhood. Hyde Park has been comin’ up in the years. We’re doin’ alright. People call me Reg, so don’t worry about nothin’. Alright?

Cool man, you have a nice day.

(Rick, a buff white man in his forties, in a Secret Service vest and jacket.)

Rick- We put the steel and concrete barricades around the President’s house to prevent anyone from doing anything suspicious. Anything. We don’t even like people walking on that side of the sidewalk. No exceptions. I’ve never been inside the house. I sit out here and make sure nobody else does either.

Have I met the President? I can’t really tell you that. There’s a lot I can’t tell you.

How do you become a Secret Service Agent? You fill out an Application.

I never actually wanted to be a Secret Service Agent. I wanted to be in the Coast Guard, but you know how it goes… didn’t make the cut. So I took this position instead. Happens to a lot of guys I know. It’s a tough job to get into. You never know who is going to make it.

What’s it like being a Secret Service Agent? It’s a job.

It’s a twenty-four hour job. If the President decides the wants to go to Turkey tomorrow, me and fifteen other guys have to drop what we’re doing, leave our families and homes and head on over there with him. The Agency tends to take men and women who don’t have families.

I can’t legally say I’ll take a picture with you, but if someone were to just take it, I wouldn’t stop you.

(John, a large bald African American man, in a black shit and white apron, sits behind a counter. BBQ sauce on his apron.)

John- Welcome to Ribs and Bibs, Chicago’s Best.

Hyde Park? Love it. Wouldn’t leave it for anything in the world. I’ve worked here since 1980 and I love every minute of it.

Why are we the best? I’ll tell you why. We do it the best, that’s why. Our meat is smoked and cooked at the right temperature and the sauce is all ours. How are you gonna beat that? You try ‘em and then you tell me.

Everybody comes in here. We’ve had everyone, man. Yeah, the President, he loves ‘em. Eddie Murphy, almost every Alderman and City Council Leader. My favorite’s Don King, man. Man, he bought $400 worth of ribs one night. Gave ‘em out to everyone. People was callin’ each other and tellin’ ‘em to get their asses over here, ‘Don King’s buyin’ everyone ribs’. Honest, well-spoken man too. He could talk and talk and talk and man, it was just great. He’s a fantastic man. Left a $100 tip. How about that?

You’re here for school, huh? You’re gonna love it. Something’s always happenin’ somewhere. Chicago’s proof of that. Hyde Park is too. We’re a tight-knit community, but we’re welcoming to others. You walk around and see for yourself.

We’ve been here since 1960 and we’re gonna keep bein’ here. You can count on that.

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Roommates

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Monday, Sep 5, 2011

4:00 p.m.

Roommates

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(Alex and Jamie enter the apartment. There is a tall man in his early twenties with short red hair. He has tattoos on his biceps. This is Jared. He is unpacking clothes out of a suitcase.)

Alex- Hey man, you must be Jared.

Jared- Yah, hey. (They shakes hands.)

Alex- I’m Alex.

Jamie- Jamie. (He shakes hands with Jared.)

Alex- You just get here?

Jared- Yah, a couple of minutes ago.

(Jared unpacks four gigantic containers of Whey Protein Shake.)

Jared- You guys have been here a while, haven’t you?

Alex- Uh… yeah, a week.

Jamie- Yeah… a week.

(A small young woman, age 20, named Laura enters.)

Alex- Hey! You’re Laura!

Laura- …hello…

Alex- I’m Alex.

Jamie- Jamie.

Jared- Jared.

Laura- … hello…

Alex- You just get here?

Laura- …yeah, a couple of minutes ago…

(Laura exits.)

Alex- Cool… Cool...

(Jared takes a set of weights and barbells out of his backpack. Jamie watches him.)

(A young woman, age 20, named Kathleen enters.)

Alex- Hey! You must be Kathleen!

Kathleen- Yeah! Hi!

Alex- Great to meet you. I’m Alex.

Jamie- Jamie.

Jared- Jared.

(They all wait for Laura to say her name.)

(They keep waiting.)

(And wait some more.)

(Then…)

Laura- (from the other room.) …Laura…

Kathleen- Well—It’s great to meet all of you!

Alex- Yeah, this is great.

Jamie- Who’s making dinner?

(Nobody laughs.)

Alex- Well, you guys are probably tired…

Jared- Yah, I’m beat.

Kathleen- Yeah! Me too!

(Laura can be heard snoring.)

Alex- So… I guess we’ll just leave you to it.

Jamie- To what?

Alex- (to Jamie) What?

Jamie- ‘To what?’ What are we leaving them to?

Alex- To… to, ya know… unpack and get settled in and stuff…

Jamie- Yeah, but if they’re tired why would they unpack? Why wouldn’t they just go to sleep? Why didn’t you say ‘We’ll leave you to go to sleep’?

Alex- …I don’t know…

Jamie- Hm.

(Silence)

Jared- Is there a grocery store close by?

Alex- Um… yeah, there’s the Dill Pickle next door and there’s a Target, quite a way’s away, over by Logan Blvd.

Kathleen- Great! That sounds great!

Jared- Okay, well, I’m gonna go to Target.

Kathleen- I’m going to go set up my room! Hey! Who has dish duty tonight!

Alex- Um… we’ll figure that out later?

Kathleen- Grrrreat!

(Kathleen exits.)

(Jared exits.)

(Laura can be heard snoring.)

(Alex and Jamie look at each other.)

Jamie- Who’s going to cook dinner for me?

*

Exhausted

Thursday, Sep 1, 2011

9:30 p.m.

Exhausted

(Alex at the apartment, on the phone talking to his Mom.)

Alex- We worked from 7 a.m. to 8:00 p.m. Moving furniture up and down three flights of stairs.

Mom- What kind of furniture?

Alex- Anything you can think: chairs, desks, dressers, mattresses, box springs, love seats, couches.

Mom- Are you tired?

Alex- Yes.

Mom- They put you to work.

Alex- Yeah. We haven’t really gotten a chance to explore the city at all.

Mom- You’ll get to.

Alex- Yeah, I know. It feels odd, though. Usually, whenever I come to Chicago, the first thing I do is go to the Art Institute or Millennium Park.

Mom- Where are you living?

Alex- Logan Square. It’s the new arts community.

Mom- Is it nice?

Alex- Yes. I’ve seen a bunch of really awesome murals.

Mom- Well… good. I’m glad to hear that you’re liking it.

Alex- We made a lot of money today.

Mom- That’s good.

Alex- Yeah, at least a hundred dollars.

Mom- But at a price.

Alex- My arms are going to be feeling it tomorrow.

Mom- You’ll be fine.

Alex- I know. I have to. Tomorrow we do the same thing.

Mom- Well, I’m glad to you called and I hope that everything goes okay.

Alex- Yeah, how’s everything at home.

Mom- Oh good. You know… we don’t do too much of anything.

Alex- Yeah…

Mom- Have you talked to your brother?

Alex- No, I haven’t. I will.

Mom- Okay. You should.

Alex- I will.

Mom- Okay, well have a good day—Oh! Do you need me to send you anything? Clothes? School supplies? Anything?

Alex- No, not yet. I’ll tell you if I do.

Mom- Okay… how’s the weather?

Alex- Uhhh…. Fine.

Mom- Oooooo-kaaaaay.

Alex- Sorry, I’m not so talkative, I’m just… really beat.

Mom- It’s fine. I’ll talk to you soon.

Alex- Okay. Bye.

Mom- Bye.

(Alex hangs up.)

(Alex sits on the couch, hunched over, tired.)

(Jamie enters the room, just as beaten.)

Jamie- I’m exhausted.

Alex- Yes.

(Silence)

(The CTA train roars outside the window. A motorcycle is heard revving outside. Police sirens follow.)

Jamie- We’re going to miss the silence of the country.

Alex- Sooner than later.

*

The Locksmith (Part 3)

Thursday, Sep 1, 2011

1:30 p.m.

The Locksmith (Part 3)

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(Same storage unit area as before. John, a man in his early sixties and a long ZZ Top beard, sets down his toolbox. Carl, Julie, Marcus, Jamie and Alex follow behind.)

John- This it?

Carl- Yeah, this is the one, John.

John- (examines the lock) Circular. Newer model.

Carl- Can you cut it?

John- Might be able to pick it.

Julie- We really appreciate you coming out here and doing this for us John.

John- ‘S no problem. Anything for neighbors.

(John bends down and a long line of butt-crack creeps out of his blue jeans. Everyone takes notice of this, especially Marcus, who runs away, his arms flailing.)

Marcus- AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!

Julie- Marcus, honey, stay in this area!

John- Yeah, it’s a newer model, alright. God, these are good solid sturdy units. How long ago did you have them install this?

Carl- Uh… two years or so, John.

John- Amazing. Really. The ways we’ve gone about advancing the methods we secure things like doors and windows will always amaze me. Till my dying day.

(John fumbles his tools. He takes out a small rotating saw.)

John- Yessir… amazing. Simply a-mazing. (Pause) Okay, now you all might want to step back, cuz there are gunna be sparks. (He puts on a pair of glasses to protect his eyes. He starts the saw. There is a loud buzzing sound that emits.)

John- (over the whir of the saw) So you say the lady that worked here wouldn’t let ya hack at it yourself, that right?

Carl- Yeah! That’s right, John!

John- Well, I can’t say I necessarily blame her! This may prove to be a more difficult job than one would immediately assume!

(He presses the whirring blade to the lock. Spark emit.)

(Marcus returns from his chaotic fit of running.)

Marcus- (sings) Three cheers for the red, white and blue! DA DA DA DA DA DEEEEEEEE!!!!

John- (turns the blade off) Now I can get access… (He takes a picklock from his pocket, licks his fingers and runs them over the tip of the instrument.)  Although, I must say, I haven’t had to show anyone my certificate in a loooooong time.

Carl- (mumbles, almost to himself) Well… we appreciate it John…

John- Oh, well, it’s no thing, really. (He inserts the picklock into the silver lock and in a matter of seconds, the latch loosens and the lock comes off and hits the ground.) Nope. Nothing at all.

(Alex, Jamie, Julie and Marcus applaud.)

(John picks up the lock.) Yessiree, gosh, that’s something. Amazing…

Alex- How did you become a locksmith?

John- Had a lot of time on my hands after I got out of school. I always liked doing jigsaw puzzles and timin’ myself-- seein’ how long it would take me to figure out how to put it together. Once it came time to start looking for work, I just sort of ended up puttin’ one and one together. It’s been fun.

Jamie- It’s weird. Depending on the situation, you can be a person’s best friend or their worst enemy. You can access almost anything.

John- Carl, you mind if I keep this?

Carl- (Silence) Sure, John.

Julie- Oh, Carl, wasn’t it like watching brain surgery or something? It was incredible John, it really was quite incredible.

Marcus- INCREDIBLE!!!!

John- Happy to help.

(Jalicera enters.)

Jalicera- Excuse me, did you get him checked in—?

Carl- Yes, Yes. We got him all checked in. The guy downstairs didn’t even ask to see his license. He said we could just go on up. No questions asked.

(Silence. Carl and Jalicera stare at each other.)

Jalicera- I’m just doing what the company policy says, sir.

Carl- And the world will go to sleep safely knowing that.

Julie- Carl…

John- (to Jalicera) This is quite a thing, ma’am. First time I’ve ever seen a model like this before. My compliments to the chef.

Jalicera- Thank you, sir.

Julie- And thank you John, really, this is too much, thank you.

John- No problem Julie. Any time. Say, you guys gonna come over for brats on Sunday?

Carl- (moving towards the door) We’ll see ya Carl.

John- Okay. Well, adios.

(John exits, tossing the lock into the air.)

Jalicera- If you folks need anything else…

(Jalicera exits.)

(Silence)

Carl- Okay... well... moving on.

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The Locksmith (Part 2)

Thursday, Sep, 1, 2011

10:30 a.m.

The Locksmith (Part 2)

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(Carl enters the U-Haul storage unit followed by Julie, Marcus, Alex and Jamie. Carl has a drill, a saw and a pair of bolt cutters in his hands.)

(Carl looks left then looks right. He nods at Jamie.)

(Jamie takes a long orange extension cord and runs off to go plug it in.)

(Julie looks around nervously. Marcus twiddles his thumbs and whistles.)

Carl- Marucs. Buddy boy. Can you not do that at the moment.

Marcus- Sorry, daddy.

Julie- Carl…

Carl- Jules, not now. Okay? Please.

Jamie- (returns) We’re short.

Carl- Ahhh, you’ve got to be kidding me!

(Carl goes off with Jamie.)

(Alex stands next to Julie. He smiles awkwardly at her. She does the same.)

Alex- Kinda crazy.

Julie- Oh, it’s just got me a bit worried is all—

Alex- Yeah, I know. It’s like—I don’t even know… It’s crazy.

Julie- Well, I mean, Carl can do it, he’s got the tools and he knows how and it shouldn’t be that big of a deal to these people, I mean, what’s the difference whether or not we break into the lock or they do, I mean, really, it shouldn’t matter, should it.

Alex- No, I—

Julie- And I suppose there are rules and everything but you know, sometimes you just have to go around those rules to… oh well, I’m not setting a good example for Marcus, am I?

Marcus- Are we gonna get home in time for Ben-Ten, mommy?

Julie- Yes, honey, we will. What time is Ben-Ten on?

Marcus- It comes on right after Johnny Test!

Julie- Shhh! Not so loud honey.

(Carl and Jamie return)

Carl- The cord’s too short. They’ve got the outlets at the very top of the walls! These people have thought of everything! (mutters) Ridiculous… Okay! Alright, well, I suppose we’ll just have to get the wire cutters and— Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me…

(Jalicera approaches them.)

Jalicera- Excuse me, can I ask what you are all doing with this equipment?

Carl- No, no, no, we’re getting our licensed locksmith to come in just like you said.

Jalicera- Where is he?

Carl- He’s… He’s downstairs checking in with your man right now. Getting his credentials all accounted for.

Julie- Carl…

Carl- We’re just setting up shop for him here.

Jalicera- I just came from downstairs and there was nobody at registration or customer services.

(Silence)

Carl- Look, miss, it doesn’t matter whether or not—

Jalicera- Sir, I have to remind you that this—what’s going on here—

Carl- —whether or not we have a ‘licensed locksmith’—

Jalicera- —is a crime against our company policy.

Carl- Oh! You want to talk about crimes, huh? How about this nonsense of paying sixty to eighty dollars for a company locksmith to come in a break into our own lock!

Jalicera- You lost the key sir, it is not our fault that—

Carl- I didn’t lose the key! My wife did, thank you very much!

Julie- (small wave) Hi there. Sorry about all this…

Carl- Julie, for Christ’s sakes…

Jalicera- Folks, I understand your frustration but these are the rules set out by the company and I have to adhere to them otherwise I could lose my job. I have three kids at home and I need this job. So… if you want I can call the company locksmith up here—

Carl- No, no, that will be quite alright, thank you. We will be calling in our own man this afternoon.

Jalicera- This is no problem, just as long as he—

Carl- Shows his certification and everything. Got it. Right. Thank you.

(Pause)

Jalicera- Well, if you folks need anymore help, come find me.

Julie- Thank you… (looks at her nametag) Jali-Cera.

(Jalicera walks off.)

Carl- (head shaking) It’s a scam. (to Julie) It’s a scam, you know that? (to the boys) The whole thing, it’s a scam.

Julie- Will John still have his license? He’s been retired for almost thirty years now…

Carl- I don’t know… I’ll call him and we’ll see…

Jamie- Should I go wrap up the cord?

Carl- It’s a scam.

Marcus- Are we going home now?

Julie- Not yet, sweetie, not yet.

Carl- Total scam.

Alex- (to Jamie) I’ll help you.

(Alex and Jamie go off to wrap up the extension cord.)

Julie- Carl…

Carl- Can’t believe this. Of all the ridiculous… that woman… the nerve!

Julie- Marcus, lets go to the car and get your donuts, okay?

Marcus- Is daddy coming?

Julie- Daddy’s going to make a call. (Pause)  Carl… call John and make sure he has his license, okay? We don’t want any more trouble with these people.

(Julie and Marcus leave.)

(Carl stands by the locked storage unit with his power tools on the ground.)

Carl- That... woman.

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The Locksmith (Part 1)

Wednesday, Aug 31, 2011

11:30 a.m.

The Locksmith (Part 1)

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(Julie, her husband, Carl, a tall British man in his late forties, their son, Marcus, a sprite wily child of nine, Alex and Jamie, all  wheel loading carts into a U-Haul Storage area. There is an orange storage unit in front of them with locks on it.)

Carl- Kay Jules, this it?

Julie- Yeah, what’s the number on it? 3157. Yeah, okay, Yeah that’s it.

Carl- Alright, what do we need out of here then?

Marucs- Mommy! Look at all the gar-ages!

Julie- Yes I know sweetheart, aren’t there thousands of them.

Alex- This place is huge.

Marcus- More like millions a-bagillions of them!

Carl- Jules…

Jamie- (to Alex) You’re always surprised by the size of things.

Alex- What do you mean?

Julie- Okay, right, sorry Carl, okay, lets see…

Carl- You said you had a list.

Julie- Okay, that’s right, yeah.

Jamie- (to Alex) First time we stepped out into the city: ‘It’s huge’. First time we got into the apartment: ‘It’s huge’. Now this. Everything is ‘huge’.

Alex- Well all those things are huge!

Carl- (to Julie) A list of things that we need to get out of the storage unit.

Julie- Right, yeah, yeah. (Digging through purse)

Marcus- Butterfly magnet! (His hands turn into magnets and he catches invisible butterflies with them) ZZZRRROOOMMMM!!!!

Carl- Hey, buddy, pal, knock it off for a little while okay.

Jamie- (to Alex) So can’t we just assume that most places in the city are going to be huge and don’t require an exclamation upon every entry?

Marcus- But it’s Butterfly Magnet!

Carl- Yeah, I know buddy, I know. Jules?

Julie- Yeah, right, I’m looking Carl. (Pulling out list) Okay, yeah, here we go. We need…

Alex- (to Jamie) Well what fun would that be?

Julie- Two dressers, a bedframe, two endtables, a couple chairs—

Marcus- Mommy! Hey! This thing is huge!

Alex- See! Marcus is having fun saying it.

Julie- (to Marcus) Yes, I know, sweetie.

Jamie- (to Alex) Marcus is in third grade.

Alex- Yeah?

Carl- (to Julie) Is that it then? Just that stuff.

Julie- Uh, yeah, yeah I think so, you think we got enough carts to get it in one trip?

Carl- Uh, no probably not. But lets get the thing open first and then we’ll worry about it.

Julie- Right, yeah, okay… let me just… (digging through her purse again, searching for keys)

Jamie- (to Alex) I just want you to know, that when you say out loud ‘This place is huge’, everyone in the room is collectively thinking ‘Yeah… we know’. If you’re fine with that, then—

Julie- Oh, okay, Uh… Carl, Carl…

Carl- What, Jules, what?

Marcus- (flyin’ around like a Space Monkey) Wheeeeeeeeee!!!!!

Julie- Do you have the keys?

Carl- Excuse me?

Julie- Do you have the keys, I don’t have the keys.

Carl- Do I have the—No, Jules, no, I don’t have the keys.

Julie- I don’t have the keys.

Carl- Are you sure?

Julie- (digging through her purse) I can’t find ‘em.

Carl- Ah, Christ—do either of you guys have ‘em?

(Alex and Jamie check their pockets. Finding nothing, they shake their heads.)

Julie- Whattada we do Carl…

(Silence)

Marucs- (hops on one of the carts) I wanna play the mine cart race in Donkey Kong!

(A Spanish woman in a tan U-Haul uniform—Jalicera—approaches all of them. She carries a clipboard.)

Jalicera- Is there something I can help you guys with?

Carl- Oh yes, great, yes, fantastic. This is our storage unit here and we seem to have misplaced our key for it and we need someone to unlock it or take the lock off or…

Jalicera- And… you do not have the key?

Carl- Yes, that’s right. We don’t have the key. So can you… take the lock off, so we can get the stuff out of it?

Jalicera- But we do not have the key for this storage unit. Only you have the key.

Julie- Oh dear…

Carl- Right, but there has to be a master key or something, right?

Jalicera- No, no master key. Just one key. You guys have it.

Carl- No. No, we don’t have it. That’s why we need you—

Jalicera- The only way to get into the storage unit is by breaking the lock and only a locksmith can do that.

Carl- Okay, great. No problem.

Julie- Ooo! Carl! We can call—

Carl- Yes, dear, yes, that’s what I was going to say. We’ll call our next-door neighbor, John. He’s a been a retired locksmith for years. He’ll do it for no charge.

Jalicera- Oh no, you can’t get any locksmith to do it. You have to get our locksmith to do it.

Carl- Your locksmith?

Jalicera- Yes. He’s a specialist.

Carl- And how much does he cost?

Jalicera- Somewhere between sixty to eighty dollars.

Carl- ‘Somewhere between sixty to eighty dollars’.

Jalicera- He’s a specialist. It’s a very difficult lock to pick. It’s circular.

Julie- Can John break into a circular lock, Carl?

Carl- Of course he can bloody break into a circular lock! All you need is a pair of bolt cutters and—

Jalicera- Ah, no sir, this is illegal. He has to be a licensed locksmith.

Carl- He is a licensed locksmith. I’m calling him now.

Julie- But this stuff Carl, we gotta get this stuff out and take it to Hyde Park apartments—

Carl- Yes, I know, Jules and that’s not going to happen unless I call John and have him come over here and take off the lock.

Julie- But the time, Carl—

Carl- (sotto, to Julie) For Christ’s sakes, Julie, it’s a scam. Their locksmith is no different than our locksmith. The second you let them fool you into thinking different, out goes sixty to eighty dollars.

Jalicera- (to Carl) Sir, should I call up the locksmith?

Carl- No, no thank you, we’re fine. We’ll bring our licensed locksmith up and have him take a go at it.

Jalicera- When he comes, he’s going to have to have to present his license—

Carl- Yes, right, yes, okay. We will. Thank you!

Jalicera- (walking away) Okay, you folks have a good day.

Julie- Okay! Thank you!

(Jalicera exits)

Carl- Alright good. So what we’re gonna do is we’re gonna come back here tomorrow with a pair of bolt cutters—

Julie- But what about John?

Carl- Jules, I’m not having the man come in and do a job that I can do perfectly well myself. So, tomorrow morning, we come in here, we have the guys bring the carts, I’ll get my cutters and my saw and rip zoom bang, we’re in we’re out— no hassle, no licenses, no problems. Okay?

Julie- But the time—The traffic!

Carl- We’ll be fine. We’ll get it tomorrow. We got enough stuff to do today. Right?

Julie- Yeah, we got to get the two beds up from the first flat in 1447 up to the third story apartment in 1447 and also the bed and the dresser and the two mattresses, oh! And there’s also the…

Carl- Okay, yeah, great. Come on guys. Marcus, buddy, pal, come on, lets go!

Marcus- We’ve gotta eat the bananas!

Carl- Okay, okay, yeah.

Julie-… there’s also the vacuum on Kendrick, that’s gotta get down there so the students can clean and they’d probably want shower curtains on their showers too, Carl, do we have any shower curtains—

(They all exit)

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