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- 1. INT.SUPERMARKET. DAY The ANGRY SHOPPERS can be heard throughout the store. The SPEAKERS blear loudly. SPEAKER Can Employee Maggie report to the IT Counter, Immediately! MAGGIE abruptly stops filling the shelf with apples and drops the half empty box on the floor. She gives a DEEP and LONG SIGH, whilst covering her face with her hands. She leans against the cage of packaged food. MAGGIE Oh, not today. If he makes another speech, I don't think I can handle it. MAGGIE with a quickened step walks towards the IT counter. Her hands tentatively placed across her chest, the right slowly stroking the bottom of her neck. She whispers quietly to herself. MAGGIE Be calm, be calm. Nothing gonna happen, it's nothing. Really it's... nothing. She passes a young mother trying some stylish hats on her baby son. She gives a shy smile and proceeds to the counter. The baby is GIGGLING uncontrollably as the mother places the hats on his head. MAGGIE steals another glance at the baby boy, the young boy is staring back at her with a quizzical look across his face. Her momentary glance is rudely interrupted.   MUFFLED VOICE (HANNA) So you call this immediately! I know what to do........ MAGGIE gives a involuntary jump. Her hands instinctively jump to her chest. The voice quickly turns into a GIRLISH LAUGH. A shadow can be seen in the darkened backroom of the IT counter. MAGGIE I'm so sorry, what seems to be the problem. Wait... Han is that you? MAGGIE peered deeper into the the darkened backroom, trying to make out a face. The darkened outline steps closer. The LAUGHTER still continuing. HANNA Sis, got you so good. The shadow soon appeared to be a young woman, her bright red hair quickly became apparent. Her HUGE LAUGH slowly receding as she gives MAGGIE a long and loving hug. MAGGIE sinks deep into her hug. MAGGIE reluctantly releases from her grasp and sits down at the nearby chairs.
- 2. HANNA M Dog, what's up. MAGGIE Told you not to call me that. MAGGIE'S smile slowly returning. HANNA skips over to the chairs, her bangles RATTLE as she sits in the chair next to her. She sits in a over exaggerated pose hands under her chin, she stare intently into MAGGIE eye's. HANNA It's my job call you names, we're sisters. MAGGIE Well, not really. HANNA gives a fake hurt face, her arms go onto her face in a over dramatic fashion. Her face soon turns into a huge smile. MAGGIE It's ABIGAIL. HANNA soon drops the the playful demeanor, reaches over a gives MAGGIE a huge hug. MAGGIE as always sinks into her embrace. MAGGIE eye's soon water up. They both sit in silence as MAGGIE quietly CRIES. MAGGIE      I.. I, just miss her. HANNA Shh, remember what she said. HANNA'S embrace tightens as she slowly strokes MAGGIE'S forehead. MAGGIE'S sobbing is interrupted as she recites her lines. MAGGIE brow frowns as she tries to remember her lines. MAGGIE I am strong, I am pow.... HANNA joins in to help MAGGIE. HANNA Am Powerful, I am Safe. MAGGIE is stroking her neck as she continues to recite her lines. HANNA slowly releases MAGGIE. MAGGIE continues to say her lines. MAGGIE I am strong, I am powerful, I am safe. I am strong, I am powerful, I am safe. HANNA knells down in front of MAGGIE, holds her head in her hands. Gives her a subdued smile. HANNA Better?
- 3. MAGGIE Better. HANNA  So what's up with my A dog? MAGGIE suddenly bursts out into nervous laughter. HANNA quickly joins her. MAGGIE laugh is distorted with her subsiding sobs. MAGGIE You can add dog after anything, can't you? HANNA What can I say, I'm that good. The girls share a smaller quieter LAUGH. HANNA sits back down next to her.  MAGGIE It's that God Damn daycare center, I don't trust them. HANNA I know, who can trust someone called TERESA. The sound of customers SHOUTING echoes through the store. A middle aged man appears behind the two girls. They both jump instinctively. His stern expression and name tag show that he is the Manager. JEFF So this is what I pay you for! JEFF makes his way round to the front of the girls, his arms on his hips. He straights his tie and name tag. JEFF I'm surprised. HANNA Really? JEFF dismisses the comment and glares at MAGGIE. JEFF Especially with you MAGGIE, this isn't you. And you HANNA, do you want this Job. MAGGIE'S head is down, her face is red, she slowly stand up and makes her way to her post. She tries to avoid eye contact with JEFF as she make her way away. HANNA has made herself more comfortable putting her feet over the arm rests, she elongates her arms over the surrounding chairs. MAGGIE So sorry, I am stro... Sorry. JEFF intentionally raises his voice, so the fleeing MAGGIE can hear. He push his chest out, and stands straighter. Â
- 4. JEFF HANNA this is no way... HANNA JEFF, can I ask you a question? JEFF Err, well... HANNA quickly stands up and seductively walks towards JEFF. She straightens his tie and name tag. She leaves her hands on his chest for a extended period of time. She leans in and seductively WHISPERS into his ear. HANNA Do you... Do you... HANNA drops her facade and moves back from JEFF. Removing her hands from his chest and interlaces her finger, they hang loosely across her torso. HANNA tilts her head in a quizzical manner. JEFF affected by this frontal assault, starts to STAMMER. His face glows red as he tries to understand this assault. JEFF Do you...what? JEFF tentatively takes a step towards HANNA, trying to decode the mixed signals. HANNA mouth tuns into a mischievous smile.   HANNA Do you act like a twat all the time or just when you wear that stupid name tag? HANNA sticks her tongue at JEFF. Leaning towards him in child like pose. She promptly turns and walks away in a proud and provocative walk. A disgruntled customer starts to ask JEFF questions. The customer walks in front of JEFF as he tries to reply to HANNA'S comment. HANNA turns back around with a huge smile hung on her smug face. HANNA All the time. (Mimes) JEFF face turns into a scowl. He tries to respond to the assault from HANNA, but is interrupted by the customer. HANNA skips off the catch up to MAGGIE. HANNA Hey, M Dog wait up. SCENE ENDS  INT. NIGHT. MAGGIE'S HOME     Â