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301: Montgomery

Content Warning: Strong Language, Mentions of Suicide, Frank Talk of Death

Starring:

Mo McKynzie as Marisol Montgomer

KenYatta Rogers as Arthur Montgomery

Emmanuel Elliot Key as Sam

Aria Kulkarni as Elizabeth

Akanimo Effang as The Host

Director & Sound Designer: Nathan Gabriel

Assistant Director: Luke Kleeman

Writer, Creator, & Producer: Jade Madison Scott

Creative Producer: Virginia Wilson

Producer: Will Stokes

Script Consultant: Savina Barini

Dialogue Editor: Michael Ronstadt

Theme Composer: Sterlyn Termine

Show Art: Julia Patrick

Introduction/Content Warning

HOST

WGC Productions presents Small Victories. So, are you ready to actually talk to him or are you gonna keep having a little panic attack on the couch?

 

MARISOL

Psh, tch, I’m not having a panic attack. I don’t care.

 

HOST

Then why are you in here and not out there?

 

MARISOL

Why do you look like a bitch?

 

HOST

I don’t. You’re lashing out because you’re embarrassed that I’m right.

 

MARISOL

I…..you weren’t actually supposed to say anything.

 

HOST

Sorry.

(Marisol sits in silence.)

HOST

Well, aren’t you going to mention the discussions of death and of substance abuse and strong language and-

 

MARISOL

Do I have to go? Can’t I just stay in here?

 

HOST

No.

 

(Small Victories theme.)

INT. MARISOL'S LIVING ROOM- NIGHT
(Marisol and her father are as far apart as two people could be on a couch. Marisol has a death grip on her bag and her body is all twisted up. Her father is much more relaxed, but he can read the room.)

ARTHUR

So….how you been?

 

MARISOL

Besides the showing up on your doorstep homeless and crying thing?

 

ARTHUR

Nevermind. 

 

MARISOL

No, I’m doing great. Same old, same old.

 

ARTHUR

I didn’t, I wasn’t thinking. 

 

MARISOL

Well, I’ve been having some thoughtless nights myself, so.

 

ARTHUR

You, uh, you can stay for as long as you need to or want to. No rush.

 

MARISOL

I don’t plan to stay long. Probably a couple nights, I don’t wanna bother you for too long.

 

ARTHUR

You could never bother me, kid.

 

MARISOL

I, uh, how ‘bout you? What’s going on with you these days? 

 

ARTHUR

A lot’s actually changed for me lately.

 

MARISOL

Oh? Take the juice out the gin or something?

(Beat.)

MARISOL

That was a joke.

ARTHUR

Actually, I am not drinking anymore.

 

MARISOL

Oh. Sure. 

 

ARTHUR

I’m serious.

 

MARISOL

You always were.

 

ARTHUR

Kid-

 

MARISOL

My name’s Marisol. Not kid.

 

ARTHUR

Marisol, I…….I know I let you down alot, but-

 

MARISOL

Look, I’ve had a truly terrible fucking night. So, if you wanna give me the whole speech about how this time it’s different and how you’ve changed and how actually things are gonna be so much better for all of us, you can, but can we save the whole song and dance routine for later? I don’t wanna hear it right now.

 

ARTHUR

It is different this time.

 

MARISOL

It always is.

 

(Beat.)

 

ARTHUR

You hungry? I could order a pizza-

 

MARISOL

I ate before I got here. I’m going to sleep.

(Marisol stands and grabs her bag.)

 

ARTHUR

But-

 

MARISOL

Thanks for putting me up, okay?

 

ARTHUR

It’s your house.

 

MARISOL

Yeah.

(Marisol walks down the hall while dragging her rolling suitcase. Internal)

MARISOL

Well, this has to be a new rock bottom. Below the bottom. Crashing with my newly sober father. He better be lying, cause if he’s sober and I’m not that’s, so I fucked up a little bit that shouldn’t, I went for almost a third of a year and I could have keep going! I could’ve if I didn’t, point is it’s a big deal. Who cares if I screwed it up. He’s not better than me. He’s-

(Marisol steps into a puddle.)

MARISOL

What the hell? Is that….water?

(Behind her a massive wave, appearing from thin air, rockets down the hall. She drops her bag and sprints down the hall to her room.)

MARISOL

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Make it to your room. Make it to your room!

(Marisol doesn’t make it.)

MARISOL

Ahhhh!

 

(The wave over takes her totally. A dull rhythmic knocking can be heard in the distance. Marisol swims towards the knocking. The moment before she is as close to the noise as she possibly can be, she breaks through the water’s surface, sputtering and gasping for air.)

INT. BATHROOM- PAST
(Sam is knocking at the door. Marisol is sitting in a tub, still trying to catch her breath.

SAM

(behind the door)

Come on, you’ve been in there for hours. You’re gonna look like a raisin.

 

MARISOL

Sam?

 

SAM

(behind the door)

No. It’s Nelson Mandela. Yes, it’s me. Get out the bathroom. I gotta go.

 

(Marisol speeds to get out the bathroom. Slipping as she does so.)

 

SAM

(behind the door)

Jesus, what are you doing in there?

 

MARISOL

Don’t worry, Sam. I’ll be there. I’ll be there-

 

(Marisol rushes to the door and flings it open-)

INT. MARISOL'S BEDROOM- NIGHT
(Young Marisol is snorting Adderall off of her dresser, but her flow is all thrown off when she hears the door open.)

YOUNG MARISOL

Christ, Sam, I told you to knock before you….you’re not my brother.
 

MARISOL

And you’re not mine. I think I’ve reached my weird shit limit for the day. I’m going to bed.

 

YOUNG MARISOL

Woah, woah, woah, I don’t know what kind of brain disease you got, but this ain’t your house and this sure as hell ain’t your bed-

 

MARISOL

Marisol, look at me.

 

YOUNG MARISOL

How do you know my-

 

MARISOL

Look at me.

 

(Young Marisol really looks at her older self.)

 

YOUNG MARISOL

Holy shit.

 

MARISOL

Yeah.

 

(Marisol lies down.)

 

YOUNG MARISOL

What the fuck-

 

MARISOL

I don’t know. Don’t ask me about it. I’ve had a shitty day. I need to sleep.

 

YOUNG MARISOL

And I get that I do, but you must really have a brain disease if you think I’m not about to ask 70,000 questions-

 

(Young Marisol hops on the bed.)

 

MARISOL

Christ, Adderall makes me annoying as hell.

 

YOUNG MARISOL

Well, excuse me if some of us need to have a little external help to be able to get out of bed in the morning. So? Can everyone time travel in the future? 

 

(In the following exchange they talk over each other.)

 

MARISOL

It’s not really-

 

YOUNG MARISOL

Is Rhianna’s new album good? 

 

MARISOL

God, I wish I knew.

 

YOUNG MARISOL

Do I ever figure out how to make a pot roast that isn’t dry? 

 

MARISOL

Yeah, you buy better meat.

 

YOUNG MARISOL

Do I ever get a boyfriend? Do I ever get a girlfriend? 

 

MARISOL

Please, it’s not as fun as you think.

 

YOUNG MARISOL

Does Ollie really become Mayor of DC? 

 

MARISOL

I don’t-

 

YOUNG MARISOL

Actually, what do we all do after high school? 

 

MARISOL

Hold on-

 

YOUNG MARISOL

Like, do I get my grades up enough to go to college or, ooo, what about Sam? 

 

MARISOL

He-

 

YOUNG MARISOL

Does he actually make it into Harvard like he wants to or, wait, after we get out of high school are we still close or do we, cause if he gets into Harvard he’ll just be really far away and if I don’t get in anywhere I’ll be stuck here, and it’ll be the farthest away we’ve ever, what’s wrong? Why’d you stop talking? Why do you look like that?

 

MARISOL

Yeah, he gets in.

 

YOUNG MARISOL

Really! Oh my fuck, that’s, he’s gonna be so happy! I gotta tell him, no, wait, can I tell him or would that be a time loop paradox thingie? I don’t care. I’m gonna tell him. Christ, doing all those flashcards with him paid off, huh? Why aren’t you excited? This is a big deal! We got into Harvard.

 

MARISOL

He got into Harvard. We did jackshit. He left. Just cause we’re twins doesn’t mean we do everything together. We were born alone and we’ll die alone.

(Young Marisol starts laughing)

MARISOL

Why are you laughing ? That wasn’t funny. I was serious. Why are you laughing??

 

YOUNG MARISOL

“We’re born alone. We die alone.” What are you? Batman?! And we weren’t born alone, genius, that’s literally what “twin” means.

 

MARISOL

That’s not-

 

YOUNG MARISOL

And I’ve already decided that I’ll be the one to die first, because a world without my brother just isn’t a world I wanna know. 

 

(Marisol makes a pained noise.)

 

YOUNG MARISOL

So that’s a double wrong whammy for ya’. Pew. Pew.

(Marisol gets out of bed.)

YOUNG MARISOL

 Hey, where you going?

 

MARISOL

I need a smoke!

 

YOUNG MARISOL

We still smoke?

 

(Marisol opens her bedroom door and steps out of it.)

INT. MARISOL'S HOUSE- FUTURE
(The hallway is more or less the same and Marisol doesn’t really recognize a difference. She walks through the hall muttering to and wanders right into the dinning room where an 11 year old girl, Elizabeth is doing her Spanish homework.)

MARISOL

-I…..who are you?

 

ELIZABETH

I was taught to not talk to strangers.

 

MARISOL

And I was taught that if some strange child suddenly appears in my house I either need to call the cops or a priest, so unless you want me to phone up Our Lady of Perpetual Help maybe you wanna start a conversation-

ELIZABETH

MOM!!

 

MARISOL

Little girl, this is my house. The only people here are me and my-

 

(Older Marisol walks in from the kitchen.)

 

OLDER MARISOL

(over action)

What’s up, superstar? Need…….

 

MARISOL

Oh.

 

OLDER MARISOL

Oh.

 

ELIZABETH

You two know each other?

 

OLDER MARISOL

Yeah. I…am….you wanna come in the kitchen?

 

MARISOL

Uhhhhhhh….

 

OLDER MARISOL

That’s a yes. Come on, I’m making dinner and I could use an extra pair of hands. 

 

(Marisol follows her older counterpart into the kitchen.)

INT. MARISOL'S KITCHEN- FUTURE

OLDER MARISOL

So….

 

MARISOL

Are you me?

OLDER MARISOL

(her voice glitches badly here)

Got about 25 years on you, but I’d recognize that face anywhere. 

(Older Marisol clears her throat. That’s never really happened before.)

OLDER MARISOL

Sorry.

 

MARISOL

What was that?

 

OLDER MARISOL

I don’t know. I guess it has something to do with the 23-year-old me running around in my kitchen.

 

MARISOL

Oh. Okay. I was wrong. Now I’ve hit my weird shit meter for the day. I think I'm gonna sit down now.

 

(Marisol slides to the floor.)

MARISOL

Hello, floor.

 

OLDER MARISOL

Um, I would love to help coach you through what is clearly a lot for you and, you know what, I’ll say it, this is a lot for me too, but I was serious. I actually gotta finish up dinner and sunset is chasing me like I stole something, so actually could you help me real quick and then we can process this motherfuck later? Hey, cooking never makes things worse, right?

 

MARISOL

Yeah. Okay. Am I going insane?

 

OLDER MARISOL

I don’t know how to answer that. Here. Start slicing the yams then cover 'em in sugar then bake ‘em for 20. Heard?

 

MARISOL

Heard, chef.

 

ELIZABETH

(from another room)

Can we do it now?

 

OLDER MARISOL

We’ve got 60 more minutes, superstar, okay? Just finish your homework and then we can do it, alright. 

 

ELIZABETH

(from another room)

But homework is boring!

 

OLDER MARISOL

You know what else is boring? Being a middle school dropout with no marketable skills. That’s boring!

(Elizabeth laughs and Older Marisol laughs too.)

OLDER MARISOL

I’ll be there in a second, kid. Just power through for right now. Can you do that for me?

 

ELIZABETH

(from another room)

Yeah!

 

OLDER MARISOL

(to the daughter)

Great!

(Pause)

OLDER MARISOL

Sorry about that. She’s just really excited to light the candles. I spend every Friday slaving away in the kitchen, but blessing the candles, that’s the real draw. Alright, so after the yams you can move on to the okra. I’m gonna take the bass out the marinade and-

 

MARISOL

Who is she?

 

OLDER MARISOL

Right! Right, you don’t, uh, well that is my, our, she’s our daughter. Elizabeth.

 

MARISOL

I have a….that makes sense. She looks like you. Us.

OLDER MARISOL

Yeah, it’s the nose, but I thank God everyday that she’s taller. 

 

(They both laugh.)

 

MARISOL

And is she like us?

 

OLDER MARISOL

No. No, Liz is a happy kid. Last week we all went to the zoo and she spent the whole time making faces and spitting out facts she read. Did you know elephants eat 400 pounds of food a day?

 

MARISOL

No. 

 

OLDER MARISOL

Me either. She’s so smart. And she’s athletic too. Plays soccer. Actually, Coach is thinking about putting her on the travel team. I know you have no idea how cool that is yet, but trust me it’s really fucking cool. She's such a better kid than me. And she’s so sweet. She always wants to go volunteer with me and helping people is its own joy to her. And she’s always so eager. And so gentle. And she always speaks her mind. And her thoughts are so thoughtful and just, oh, she, she’s everything. Here, taste this.

 

(Marisol tastes the greens.)

 

MARISOL

More salt, a squeeze of lemon, and some turmeric wouldn't hurt.

 

OLDER MARISOL

(amused)

"Some turmeric wouldn't hurt" I'm such a cocky son of a bitch. Thanks. 

 

(Pause.)

 

MARISOL

So, does it all work out then?

 

OLDER MARISOL

You mean do you get to be normal and have the dog and go to PTA meetings and have someone at home and sometimes travel the world? Yeah. It works out. We get it.
 

MARISOL

(tentative)

We get it?

 

OLDER MARISOL

Not for lack of trying, though. I mean, I had to put in a lot of hours to get this. A lot of work, but I’m here. 

 

MARISOL

And we’re…okay?

 

OLDER MARISOL

We’re okay.

 

(Marisol sighs like the weight of the world has been taken off her shoulders.)

 

MARISOL

Sorry, it’s just been a really terrible year and it doesn’t matter cause I’m gonna be okay. So, like, what do I do then? Maybe we can speedrun this thing.

 

OLDER MARISOL

I don’t know if that’s how this works. Taste.

 

MARISOL

Needs ginger. I didn’t think time travel was how the world worked but here we are! You know, when all the weird shit started I thought I was fucking losing it, but it’s finally paying off.

 

OLDER MARISOL

Weird shit? What kinda weird shit?

 

MARISOL

You remember the eyeball thing?

OLDER MARISOL

Yeah, I remember. Um, give me a quick little rundown of the past couple months of your life, please?

 

MARISOL

Uh, I just sorta almost died, hopefully for the last time. I moved back in with Dad. Nina broke up with me last week. 30 minutes ago, I found a little 15 year old us in my room and there was this flood in my hallway-

 

OLDER MARISOL

Fuck. 

 

MARISOL

What?

 

OLDER MARISOL

Shit!

 

ELIZABETH

(from another room)

Mom!?

 

OLDER MARISOL

I’m fine, superstar. Just goofing off. Do your homework!

 

MARISOL

Uh, you’re kinda freaking me out, man.

 

(The following conversation is a series of fierce whispers.)

 

OLDER MARISOL

Look, these next couple of months for you are about to be so important. Things are gonna happen during them that, if they didn’t happen that way, I don’t think I’d get to where I am today.

 

MARISOL

Okay. That’s a lot to take in-
 

OLDER MARISOL

Marisol, I like where I am today. I don’t want to be anywhere else.

MARISOL

Great. Me either. Just tell me what I need to do.

 

OLDER MARISOL

(she glitches badly)

You need to fix it

 

MARISOL

Fix what?

 

OLDER MARISOL

Everything. I remember the motel. I remember what I said to Oliver. The Host. Why I went home. You don’t have a job. You don’t have any hopes. You don’t have any dreams-

 

MARISOL

Jesus Christ.

 

OLDER MARISOL

You need to fix it.

 

MARISOL

Aww, gee willikers, well now that you put it that way, I know I need to fix it. Newsflash, asshole, I don’t know how to fucking do that.

 

OLDER MARISOL

I don’t wanna be too specific cause I know me so I know you and I know how you are right then and I know that if I tell you too much you’re gonna get self-destructive and ruin everything.

 

MARISOL

Rude! I haven’t been self destructive in, like, two days! I'm turning over a new new leaf-

 

OLDER MARISOL

Marisol, look at me. Look at me! I like my life, Marisol. We like our life, do not fuck us over on this. 


MARISOL

But wait, wait, wait. If I’m talking to you, I mean, then didn’t this already happen before? Don’t you remember talking to you when you were my age? Like one of those time loop paradox thingies? Aren't we already kinda in the clear?

 

OLDER MARISOL

(she glitches badly)

No. This didn't happen the first time.

(Pause)

OLDER MARISOL

 This is new.

 

MARISOL

Oh.

 

OLDER MARISOL

I don’t even know how I’m gonna begin to unpack this with Dr. Jacobs.

 

MARISOL

Who’s Dr. Jacobs?

 

ELIZABETH
(in the other room)

Mom?!

 

OLDER MARISOL

Look, we can talk more once she goes to sleep, but you can do it, okay? I believe in you. 

 

MARISOL

Glad one of us does. 

 

OLDER MARISOL

Just be brave. And smart. Be smart. And keep an open mind. And when you feel good that means it’s working, it does not mean that you should stop.

 

MARISOL

What the hell are you even talking about?

 

OLDER MARISOL

Do not stop! It will not be good for you! Stick to the schedule and don’t mix them with anything.

 

MARISOL

But-

INT. MARISOL'S PORCH- NIGHT
(Marisol is sucked back into her time. Marisol is standing outside smoking looking at nothing. She starts coughing.)

MARISOL

What the hell is in this cigarette?

(Her father has poked his head out of the door.)

 

ARTHUR

There you are.

 

MARISOL

Huh? Oh, yeah, couldn’t sleep.

 

ARTHUR

Well, when you come back in, make sure to lock up, alright?

 

MARISOL

Yeah, sure.

 

(Pause.)

 

ARTHUR

Welcome home, Marisol.

 

(Arthur leaves and the door shuts behind him.)

 

MARISOL

(to herself)

Fix my life in a few months or ruin my perfect future? Sure. fine. No pressure. 

CLOSING

HOST

You have just listened to Small Victories. Starring Mo McKynzie as Marisol.

 

MO

Why do you look like a bitch? I don't care I'm gonna tell him! I'll admit this is a lot for me too.

HOST

KenYatta Rogers as Arthur

 

KENYATTA

You could never bother me, kid.

 

HOST

Emmanuel Elliot Key as Sam

 

EMMANUEL

No, it's Nelson Mandela. Yes! It's me.

 

HOST

Aria Kulkarni as Lizzie

 

ARIA

I was taught not to talk to strangers.

 

HOST

And Akanimo Effang as a Host. Theme Composer, Sterlyn Termine. Assistant Sound Designer, Michael Rondstadt. Script Consultant, Savina Barini. Executive Producer, Will Stokes. Script Supervisor, Virginia Wilson. Director and Sound Designer, Nathan Gabriel. Created and Written by Jade Madison Scott. If you’d like to support us subscribe to the WGC Productions Patreon where you can get behind the scenes features and other exclusive Small Victories bonuses. An equally appreciated way is to tell your friends, follow us @withgoodco across all social media platforms.

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