Mitchell knocks and enters the office simultaneously.
Marjorie, early 30s, Millennial, sits at a large desk. She
wears a business suit over a Sublime t-shirt.
MITCHELL
(hurrying in)
Hey, did we get the wire on the...
(eyeing her shirt and
singing)
Do you practice Santeria?
MARJORIE
(holding phone to ear)
Huh?
MITCHELL
Do you have a crystal ball?
MARJORIE
(Over it)
I’m holding for the bank?
MITCHELL
You’re going to have to turn that
shirt back in.
MARJORIE
(Not looking)
I can’t get the wire
in and deal with your nonsense at
the same time; I’d get promoted.
Try Slack.
MITCHELL
(Sarcastically) Oh sorry would a
work/life balance day help?
MARJORIE
(covering phone)
Couldn’t this visit have been like
a text...? (Tongue in cheek) Or
maybe you let me work from home
five days a week?
MITCHELL
How about Discord? Twitch? Did you
want me to Tik-Tok it to you? (off
her look) Aww, does someone need an
artisanal donut??
MARJORIE
(Makes eye contact. Sarcastic) Why
would I want a donut when I have a
sourdough starter kit in the break
room.
MITCHELL
Whatever...get the wire in
asap.
MARJORIE
What do you really need? Like
always, I’m sure you’re going to
say a bunch of stuff that makes no
sense, ignore what I say, then run
off.
MITCHELL
That’s ridiculous. I cherish our
talks, Agent Starling.
Mitchell furrows his brow in a Hannibal Lecter-like pose.
MARJORIE
Who?
MITCHELL
Never mind.
(beat)
Look. You do pilates and...
(pointing)
have a vision board, listen to
podcasts and...say vibes a lot.
MARJORIE
Um... no I don’t.
MITCHELL
Anyway, Jam says Sully is blaming
me for some Act of God loss, and I
don’t see my play here. I always
see three moves ahead, but not now.
Maybe it’s Allie being constantly
pissed at me. It’s throwing me off.
MARJORIE
Is this the Co-op?
Mitchell looks at his buzzing phone.
MITCHELL
Christ. I've got to get Hailey.
(beat)
Just...what am I missing?
MARJORIE
Oh! I was listening to the
Mom’s in the Wild podcast, and one
of them was talking about her
daughter watching Finding Nemo, and
when she told her it was time for
bed, her daughter said she wanted
to sleep with the fishes.
Stares out the window. Beat. Mitchell is still on his path,
barely paying attention.
MITCHELL
...OF COURSE! “Luca Brasi sleeps
with the fishes.” They want Vito
Corleone to do the deal, so the
Tattaglias and Sollozzo send him a
message.
MARJORIE
(looking at paperwork)
Do they work for Jam or the Co-op?
MITCHELL
They just want me to figure out how
to play this. They don’t really
want money from me.
MARJORIE
Not where I was going with that but-
MITCHELL
(eyebrows twitching,
crying)
Look, how they massacred my boy!
MARJORIE
(Mouthing) My boy.
MITCHELL
It’s the smart move. Tessio was
always smarter.
Marjorie shakes her head in disbelief.
MITCHELL looks at his phone and sees a text from the receptionist: -911 Main Lobby-
MITCHELL (CONT’D)
Good talk! I gotta go.
Mitchell turns to exit
MITCHELL (CONT’D)
(over his shoulder)
I knew it was you, Fredo; you broke
my heart.
MARJORIE
WHO IS FREDO!
Mitchell storms out.
MARJORIE (CONT’D)
Vibes.
Marjorie, early 30s, Millennial, sits at a large desk. She
wears a business suit over a Sublime t-shirt.
MITCHELL
(hurrying in)
Hey, did we get the wire on the...
(eyeing her shirt and
singing)
Do you practice Santeria?
MARJORIE
(holding phone to ear)
Huh?
MITCHELL
Do you have a crystal ball?
MARJORIE
(Over it)
I’m holding for the bank?
MITCHELL
You’re going to have to turn that
shirt back in.
MARJORIE
(Not looking)
I can’t get the wire
in and deal with your nonsense at
the same time; I’d get promoted.
Try Slack.
MITCHELL
(Sarcastically) Oh sorry would a
work/life balance day help?
MARJORIE
(covering phone)
Couldn’t this visit have been like
a text...? (Tongue in cheek) Or
maybe you let me work from home
five days a week?
MITCHELL
How about Discord? Twitch? Did you
want me to Tik-Tok it to you? (off
her look) Aww, does someone need an
artisanal donut??
MARJORIE
(Makes eye contact. Sarcastic) Why
would I want a donut when I have a
sourdough starter kit in the break
room.
MITCHELL
Whatever...get the wire in
asap.
MARJORIE
What do you really need? Like
always, I’m sure you’re going to
say a bunch of stuff that makes no
sense, ignore what I say, then run
off.
MITCHELL
That’s ridiculous. I cherish our
talks, Agent Starling.
Mitchell furrows his brow in a Hannibal Lecter-like pose.
MARJORIE
Who?
MITCHELL
Never mind.
(beat)
Look. You do pilates and...
(pointing)
have a vision board, listen to
podcasts and...say vibes a lot.
MARJORIE
Um... no I don’t.
MITCHELL
Anyway, Jam says Sully is blaming
me for some Act of God loss, and I
don’t see my play here. I always
see three moves ahead, but not now.
Maybe it’s Allie being constantly
pissed at me. It’s throwing me off.
MARJORIE
Is this the Co-op?
Mitchell looks at his buzzing phone.
MITCHELL
Christ. I've got to get Hailey.
(beat)
Just...what am I missing?
MARJORIE
Oh! I was listening to the
Mom’s in the Wild podcast, and one
of them was talking about her
daughter watching Finding Nemo, and
when she told her it was time for
bed, her daughter said she wanted
to sleep with the fishes.
Stares out the window. Beat. Mitchell is still on his path,
barely paying attention.
MITCHELL
...OF COURSE! “Luca Brasi sleeps
with the fishes.” They want Vito
Corleone to do the deal, so the
Tattaglias and Sollozzo send him a
message.
MARJORIE
(looking at paperwork)
Do they work for Jam or the Co-op?
MITCHELL
They just want me to figure out how
to play this. They don’t really
want money from me.
MARJORIE
Not where I was going with that but-
MITCHELL
(eyebrows twitching,
crying)
Look, how they massacred my boy!
MARJORIE
(Mouthing) My boy.
MITCHELL
It’s the smart move. Tessio was
always smarter.
Marjorie shakes her head in disbelief.
MITCHELL looks at his phone and sees a text from the receptionist: -911 Main Lobby-
MITCHELL (CONT’D)
Good talk! I gotta go.
Mitchell turns to exit
MITCHELL (CONT’D)
(over his shoulder)
I knew it was you, Fredo; you broke
my heart.
MARJORIE
WHO IS FREDO!
Mitchell storms out.
MARJORIE (CONT’D)
Vibes.