Subject: LOD 10/24
From:  (HamActor1)
 

EVE: (Checking her pager) It's Ethan.

LIZ: Who is he?  Your pimp?

The following scenes sprung up from this Line Of The Day

EVE AND TC'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Next to a sleeping TC, EVE is tossing and turning in bed.  She, too, is asleep,
but looks very worried.  DISSOLVE into her dream, already in progress.  She and
LIZ face off in the Russell living room.

LIZ: You're nothing, Eve--you're the lowest form of life!

EVE: How dare you say these things to me in my own home?

LIZ: Because I have every...single...right!  You know it's true.  You
can't even look me in the face.

EVE attempts a feeble glance at LIZ but cannot follow through.

LIZ (cont.): Uh-huh.  I thought not.

She begins slowly advancing on EVE, who slowly backs away.

LIZ (cont.): You know the truth, Eve.  And soon, so will everyone else.  Your
friends...

EVE: No...

LIZ: ...Your colleagues...your daughters...

EVE: No!

LIZ: ...Your husband--TC--who has NO idea his perfect wife is a
lying, worthless, gutter-trash whore!

EVE: NO!

Suddenly the front door is kicked open.  CUE the intro to "Freddie's Dead."
TAKE a pair of high platform shoes.  We slowly PAN up, taking in a bell
bottoms, luxurious fur coat and a long cane in the grip of a white hand bearing
many, many rings and bracelets.  Panning higher still, we become privy to a
jacket to match the pants, left open to reveal a shiny, shiny shirt left open
at the neck to reveal several unsavory mounds of brown chest hair.  Buried
within the ponderous mass are multiple gold chains.  Finally, we reach the top
to find a strong face behind dark shades lined with diamonds, and a very large
hat, tipped to the side and bearing a feather.  This mysterious figure says
nothing, but exudes self-appointed superiority.  He removes the shades, and
behind them we find the cold, hard eyes of ETHAN staring down onto EVE.

EVE: What...?

ETHAN: It's time.

Eve stares dumbly.

ETHAN (cont.): (Roaring) C'mon, bitch!  It's time to earn yo' keep!

EVE: Wha...what are you talking about?  ...Ethan?

He struts over to her and leans in close.

ETHAN: Hey, I told you--the name is White.....Choc-o-late.

EVE: What?

LIZ: Who is this, Eve?  Your pimp?

ETHAN: You damn right, yo.

LIZ: I see I was right about you all along.  You're nothing but a two-bit
whore.

ETHAN: Yo, don't be talkin' 'bout my property, biz-witch!

LIZ: Excuse me?

EVE: Ethan!

Ethan raises the back of his hand, ready to strike.

EVE (cont.): White Chocolate!  White Chocolate!

ETHAN: And you bet' not forget.  Now, c'mon.  I want my money!

He grabs her arm.  She pulls away.

EVE: I am not going anywhere with you!

Enter TC.

TC: Well, you sure as hell can't stay here.

TAKE his determined glare as we...

FADE OUT
 

Subject: Eve's Nightmare, Scene 2 (see LOD 10/24)
From:  (HamActor1)
 

EVE AND TC'S BEDROOM - NIGHT - IMMEDIATE PICKUP

EVE continues her restless sleep.  DISSOLVE back into the dream, where we pick
up from last time.  EVE is in panic.

EVE: TC...you've got this all wrong.

TC: No, you've got this all wrong.  I understand everything.  You
are a no-good, lying, backstabbing, low-down, dirty shame, and I want
you out of my house!

EVE: TC...honey...

TC: I am NOT your honey!

ETHAN: And I want my money!

He snaps his bejeweled fingers.

ETHAN (cont.): Now, you better come on, woman, 'fore thangs hafta get
rough up in this mug!

TC: No, White Chocolate, there's not gonna be any problem here.  Eve, get out.

EVE: But I love you!

TC: Oh?  So, wait...let me get this straight.  You love me.  Right?
So...then...this is why you lied to me about your past.  This is why you
neglected to tell me you had an affair with Julian Crane, the man I hate more
than anything in this world.  This is why you fabricated this tale about being
"the good girl" and presented yourself as perfect and left your husband and
daughters in the dark.  And you come to me talking about you love me?
You don't love nobody but yourself!

EVE runs to him, throwing her arms around him.

EVE: I'm sorry!

He pushes her away.

TC: I know you better get off me!

EVE: But what about our marriage?  Our daughters?

Enter WHITNEY and SIMONE through the front door, dressed as cheap
hookers.

EVE (cont.): Oh my God!  Simone!  Whitney...!

ETHAN: That's right, baby.  They's mine now.

LIZ: (Shaking her head) The apples don't fall far.

TC: You see, Eve?  You can't run from it.  It's part of you.  Look--your
daughters are just like you.

WHITNEY: (She is drunk.  She stumbles toward EVE, her arms outstretched)
 Mommy…

EVE runs to her, hugging her and SIMONE.

EVE: Oh...my poor babies...

SIMONE: Come with us, Mommy.  Mr. White Chocolate says you're one of us now.

LIZ: She's always been one of you.

EVE: Don't you listen to them.  I'll help you.  Everything's gonna be fine,
okay, girls?  You hear me?  Don't listen to them.  Mommy loves you both.

TC: (To ETHAN) Man, get this trash out of my house.  They disgust me.

ETHAN: My patience is wearin' thin, yo...I want my money, and y'all is
comin' with me.

Enter THERESA, wearing platforms (containing goldfish) and a fur coat over a
pink Spandex micro-minidress with a wide neckline and huge lapels.  She sports
a huge afro.  Just behind her is REBECCA, also a whore.  They slink over
to ETHAN.

THERESA: Baby, what's takin' so long?  Now, I gots to get my hair did!  They
gon' charge extra if I'm late!

REBECCA: And if I'm not on my corner by nine, that half-dead slut Ivy steals
all my business.

ETHAN: (Raises his hand again; REBECCA does not flinch) Now I done tol'
you befo', that's my mama you talkin' bout!

REBECCA: Hey, that paraplegic bitch pulled a knife on me last week!

THERESA: Girl, that was a popsicle stick and you know it.  You just mad 'cause
you got scared and ran away.

REBECCA: (Delicately extracts a Bowie knife from her cleavage) Well, if
she tries to pull that mess again, I'm gonna cut her, and that's all there is
to it.

ETHAN: You keep on talkin' that smack, Red, and you gon' get the end of my
cane.

REBECCA: Sorry, White Chocolate.

THERESA: Now, baby, can we roll, or what?

ETHAN: Yo, y'all got to c'mon.  Time is money, y'all gots to get my
bling-bling.

EVE: TC, help us!  I love you!

TC: I thought you were perfect.  (Scoffs)  Perfect.  You're nothing but
trash.

LIZ: I knew this day would come.  The day when everyone found out what a lying,
low-class slut you are.

ETHAN: Hey, now, I done told you, woman, don't be talkin' smack 'bout my
merchandise!

He takes a stroll around LIZ, looking her up and down.

ETHAN (cont.): You ain't 'zactly no prize yo'self.

LIZ: What?

ETHAN: (Raises cane) You got somethin' to say?  (LIZ does not
answer)  Now, we fin'na roll out.  Y'all done wasted enough of my time, now
I ain't gon' tell you again, Brown Sugar, come on!

REBECCA: He's not foolin'!

ETHAN: Ya damn skippy, I ain't foolin'!  (Seizes EVE's arm) Tamale, go
warm up the Caddy.

THERESA runs out.

ETHAN (cont.): Now, it's time to go.  C'mon, Brown Sugar!  (He begins
pulling EVE toward the door)

EVE: No!  TC!  Help us!  I love you!  I'm not a whore!  I'm sorry!  I'm
sorry!!!

TAKE her sheer horror as we DISSOLVE back to real life...

EVE suddenly bolts upright in bed.  She is sweating and strugging to catch her
breath.

EVE: I can't let Liz ruin my life.  I can't let her tell TC about my past.

TAKE the caged fear in her expression as we...

FADE OUT
 

HamActor1
"I just couldn't take time to park..." - Ivy, after crashing her car through
the church, 7/19/01
"You deceitful, duplicitous BITCH!!!" - Julian to Ivy, 1/31/01
"Miguel!  Don't you have a shirt?!" - Sam, 4/16/02