LOTTERY EPISODE #5
Schmanda for Grace - Lead Role
Word Count = 926
Also early-to-mid 30s. Single. More composed than Maggie. Calculating and analytical, she thinks things through. She can be snarky if annoyed. She’s already thinking about bailing out of the law firm but hasn’t told Maggie. While their friendship means a lot to her, she won’t hesitate to move on to another job if it’s a better opportunity. More focused on her career than Maggie, she figures she’s as smart as the lawyers she works for and is toying with the idea of going to law school at night and joining their ranks. Grace was engaged once several years ago but broke it off when she realized the traditional route of marriage and kids wasn’t right for her then. She’s dated around since, and had a few serious relationships, but nothing else close to marriage.
- english
- female adult
After Maggie scolds her for “forgetting” to buy a lottery ticket, Grace is alone in Maggie’s car looking for a water bottle. She coughs, smells her breath and makes a startling discovery: GRACE: (groans in disgust): Onion bagel. God, my breath stinks. Please have gum. Please! …Yes! … (Grace takes a stick of gum and unwraps it. As she does so, something she sees shocks her) A “princess” bag. When did you get so girly, Maggie? … Hmmm… What does a princess keep in her little pink bag? ... Huh? September fourteenth. … Four. Seventeen. Thirty-two. … What? No way … You lousy phony. Yelling at me. You bought a ticket, didn’t you? …. You bought a ticket without me.
Grace and Maggie are arguing over a pet-grooming/wine-bar business, they planned to open but never did, causing Maggie to lose a lease deposit. GRACE: How many times have we been through this? We weren’t ready, Maggie. Too many loose ends. The liquor license. The groomer. The zoning. MAGGIE: It was coming together. We coulda made it work. GRACE: If we were real partners, yeah. But you never told me you were gonna sign that lease. Remember? … Partners don’t do that.
Later, Grace calls out Maggie as Maggie storms off when it’s revealed Maggie spitefully shredded Grace’s winning lottery ticket. GRACE: Go on. Walk away. That’s right … Real mature. You owe me fourteen-point-eight million. (muttering to herself). What kind of idiot shreds a winning lottery ticket? … (spies the recycling basket near her desk). Hey. Wait a minute … I got tape. (Grace picks up recycling basket. It’s empty). They never empty my recycling basket this early. (looks around the room) Where? Where? Where? (Then, as if she’s found the answer) The big bin. In the corner.
