HOW TO INHERIT A LEGACY
LOLA’S BUSINESS MINI-SERIES: EPISODE 1
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LOLA’S BUSINESS EPISODE ONE:
HOW TO INHERIT A LEGACY
Written By
Corinne Devin Sullivan
October 30, 2025
Draft #1
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“LOLA’S BUSINESS” PILOT: HOW TO INHERIT A LEGACY
FADE IN.
INT. LAKE HOUSE – NIGHT.
Huge windows look out at a lake. Moonlight plays on the water. The television is on playing a show no one cares about. In the living room, kitchen and music rooms (all are connected and all face the lake), we can make out the ponderings of an old man with photos and drawings on the fridge, handwritten notes strewn on a living room table, and an unfinished model on a table in the music room. Photographs on the walls show the same man repeated in various settings. The music room has a grand piano, drum set and accordion. Eight unwashed dinner plates, forks and mugs are piled inside the sink.
EXT. LAKE HOUSE – NIGHT.
LOLA, a dependable 26-year-old, WALKS towards a front door. She wears a coat and hat against the night cold. She wipes at her face. Her phone is out.
LOLA:
Vladimir, I can’t. Someone else must help your wife tonight because... It’s terrible! My Grandfather died. Last night. Here on the coast, somewhere outside of Newport. No, I’m in Lincoln City. Yes. He’s my only family member. He’s gone. I have to go. No, it’s fine.
Barely keeping her control, LOLA opens the sliding door, enters. She GASPS loudly with memory of the events that took place the day before. She THROWS herself against the wall. Her EYES CLOSE.
CUT TO
INT. LAKE HOUSE – YESTERDAY, EARLY AFTERNOON.
GRANDPA TEX bursts into the home right where we just watched Lola entering in the first scene. No dirty dishes are in the sink. Everything else is the same. GRANDPA TEX angrily PUSHES LOLA inside. Next, he SHOVES her ahead of him. LOLA TRIPS and FALLS onto the kitchen floor. GRANDPA TEX is the same man we see in all the home’s photographs.
GRANDPA TEX:
You lying witch! You’re a lying brat! You got nothing to offer anyone, you hear me? Stage actor or something like that.
LOLA:
Grandpa! Please! Enough, please! Enough of this.
GRANDPA TEX:
You are crazy, you hear me? You’re just no good. You got no class. You’re as insane as Sabine, your mother. Just playing people off one another like a witch!
STANDING again, LOLA reaches into her pocket and EXTRACTS a college exam. LOLA takes a step forward.
LOLA:
Grandpa, this is everything that the school told me. This is their reply. All I told you is that I passed. I’m sorry if I sounded off. I just got a pass on the admissions pretest. That’s all I did, really.
GRANDPA TEX takes the papers. He slaps LOLA. He shoves her into the living room.
GRANDPA TEX:
You crazy witch. You are just as crazy as Sabine was and I don’t care where she was working, or who called her boss, I threw her out, too! Like I’ll throw you away, too, one day! Soon!
LOLA:
Stop! Stop!
GRANDPA TEX:
You’re just a crazy, stupid, ugly girl!
LOLA:
Stop saying I’m crazy. It’s not true! You’re the one who sounds crazy! I’m a… I’m a really normal person!
GRANDPA TEX:
I finally ought to teach you something you won’t forget (swings at her with his hand but she moves). You’re an ugly girl. Get in your room!
LOLA:
I’m 26. I-I don’t live here. That’s my old room.
GRANDPA TEX lets out a stubborn breath, presses his hands to his eyes trying to remember something.
LOLA (CONT):
And, Grandpa, my admissions pass, it’s a really good thing. I won the highest score the campus offers. Are you turning this good thing against me on purpose?
GRANDPA TEX resumes walking towards the staircase.
GRANDPA TEX
My wife is gone. My daughter is gone. You are going to disappear but not before you ruin me. I get that right? I’m going to my room. Getting my gun. It’s loaded. Don’t let me catch you here again.
LOLA
What the--?
GRANDPA TEX heads upstairs. LOLA doesn’t know if he will return but she understands he really is getting his gun out and it is too much for her to understand how he became so angry. She runs out of the home.
CUT TO
INT. LAKE HOUSE – NIGHT.
LOLA was leaning against the wall. She is heavy with sorrow. She looks at the CLOCK. It reads 8:33. She lets herself sink slowly down to the ground and puts her head on the floor. CLOCK switches from 8:33pm to 12:10am. LOLA sits up. LOLA sees a figure in the mirror across the room. She realizes a man is holding a gun and a flashlight looking at her. He shines the flashlight over her again.
LOLA:
Hell, no!
LOLA spies a knife many feet away. She moves and struggles to crawl to the knife. The figure OPENS the sliding door.
O.S. WILLIE PARKER:
Watch it, Dent! Somehow the granddaughter beat us here.
LOLA peers at the face that is reflected in the mirror.
LOLA:
Dent? Is that you, Dent? (quietly)I hope that’s you.
DENT:
Don’t worry. This is ours anyway. I’m just going to punch her. Then I’ll tell her Tex was always on our side. Lola? Lola Baldwin?
DENT SILAS and WILLIE PARKER enter. Both SHINE flashlights on her. WILLIE turns on the light. LOLA STANDS.
LOLA:
Hi there. Well. I fell. I- you really scared me.
DENT:
Lola. You here to see the property?
WILLIE:
Jeez, Dent. If you’re going to handle it this way...
LOLA:
I felt like I was having a heart attack. I saw your face in the mirror there. I got so frightened.
LOLA walks to the kitchen sink and washes her hands and face.
WILLIE:
Let’s go. Another time. Somewhere else.
DENT:
Take a seat. Give me just a minute. We should- We got to handle this right. Lola?
DENT and WILLIE sit at the table. They try to look low-key. LOLA finishes at the sink. She keeps her distance.
LOLA
What’s this about. What’s up with you, Dent? And…
WILLIE:
My name is Willie Parker. You and I talked for some time. And it wasn’t that long ago.
WILLIE and DENT subtly exchange knowing looks.
LOLA:
I don’t do well with names right now.
LOLA realizes these men are implying that she is crazy somehow.
LOLA (CONT):
I meet a lot of people.
DENT:
Of course you do, honey.
WILLIE:
There, there.
Something strikes a chord with LOLA about the scene that’s playing out in the two men’s minds and what happened with Grandpa Tex: they are determined to convince her that she is crazy, and she knows it isn’t true.
DENT:
It’s time for us to deal with this. Right now, you’re actually standing in, well, my house. This is my house. That’s the deal I made with Tex.
WILLIE looks noncommittal. LOLA watches the men closely. They seem to expect her to pardon them.
LOLA:
What do you want me to say? That’s crap.
WILLIE expels his breath loudly. DENT, shaking his head, stands. He takes a step towards Lola.
LOLA:
I need you both out.
WILLIE:
You’ve had some bad news today.
DENT:
Where are my manners? Lola. Lola, may I?
LOLA:
I-I heard you, earlier, there. You’ve got a real bad thing you’re planning. I don’t know what or why. I need you both to stay away. Leave. Right now.
WILLIE:
I don’t know what Dent is saying or what you overheard. I do know one thing and this is important: I’m different. Plus, I remember the day your grandfather Tex introduced us, how much he wanted you to get real respect. Allow me to show you some real, honest respect.
LOLA:
I-
DENT:
That’s right. Consoling, compassion.
LOLA allows WILLIE to give her a HUG. DENT smiles at this.
WILLIE:
Tex was my friend, of course.
DENT also senses he ought to console Lola but can’t get the right words together.
DENT:
I too want you to know something: you are not the owner. Somehow... I inherited this home with Grandpa Tex’ death last night. And somewhere inside that batty mind you know that’s true, now don’t you?
WILLIE:
Dent, I don’t think we have much time tonight to get into this.
LOLA:
I don’t understand how this is coming through to me, also. Like, it’s not fair that you’re doing this.
WILLIE:
Dent, let’s go on home. Try some other time.
DENT:
I am willing to give it back to you, Lola. If you pay something for it. Right now, however, you have to leave it alone until I get things settled with the estate.
LOLA:
I will never. This is my house. I live here.
WILLIE:
Tex told me you moved away someplace else. Shorter drive from Otter Bay to Newport for work instead of way up here in Lincoln City. That’s all I heard Tex talking about so we know you’re fibbing about this being your home and all.
LOLA:
I live here. No one takes my home from me.
DENT:
Tex claimed to me you are incompetent!
LOLA:
That’s not true. Got that?
WILLIE:
Dent, I’m feeling silly standing here with this person watching me. Hon, don’t you have somewhere else for yourself, like a nice rental?
LOLA:
If I had any other place than this, I would have bought it outright. Cheap. Thanks for asking me. What I hear is that you both got paid to clean up the roads. But no roads got fixed. And you got all the money from the State of Oregon anyway. And the two of you both have companies that aren’t planning to do anything. Is that right? Because that’s all I hear about your companies these days.
WILLIE:
Dent, I’m actually going to be leaving. And I need to say this: that’s going to be the last time I come here. Take anytime you need to clean everything up really good.
DENT:
Lola, you are an insane woman. Fact. That’s been proven already. Plus, Tex handed me the receipt for this place. I’m going to have to bring it with me, show it to you sometime.
WILLIE is standing in the open door. He is ready to leave.
WILLIE:
Enough for now. She’s got all those dishes to do.
DENT:
That’s right. The dishes. Please, Lola? Do the dishes.
LOLA:
Leave.
DENT:
This home has got to be worth a million but you don’t know anything about how to make that money appear. Grand view. Garage with extra parking outside. Trust me, Lola. You aren’t up for this one.
LOLA:
On what basis?
DENT:
On account of you losing your mind tonight.
LOLA:
You stay away. And tell all your pathetic friends that none of you are welcome here. Now, go!
DENT:
Lola, sweetheart, now you are being rude to me and
I don’t like it...
WILLIE steps inside. He CLOSES the door softly. We hear the handle mechanism click shut.
DENT (cont.):
...because Tex wouldn’t like it because he considered me and Dent both his friends. Tex would ask you to be polite. Maybe ask us to stay a little longer.
LOLA:
Doesn’t matter to me if you were sleeping with Grandpa and raising an illegitimate family together! Go. Get out of my home.
DENT:
To hell with her! I’m getting my attorney onto this.
You’re going to get served; go to jail, probably.
DENT departs. WILLIE trails behind. LOLA shuts and bolts the door. She TURNS ON the outside lights. She TURNS OFF the indoor lights. She lays back down at the exact the place she was at before the men arrived.
LOLA:
“Do the dishes.”
She LOOKS at the mirror across the room. The clock READS 12:28. LOLA next stands and hurries up the stairs.
CUT TO
INT. LAKE HOUSE TEX’ BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS.
LOLA finds Tex’ gun beneath his bed. She loads it. She places the gun on the nightstand. We see her locking any windows there. She locks the bedroom door. She turns off the lights. She stares out the window.
LOLA:
I own this place.
EXT. LAKE HOUSE – MORNING.
LOLA SLAMS the front door. She rushes to work.
FADE IN.
EXT. SALES LOT – MORNING.
Twenty or more used cars wait patiently underneath bright orange banners. Blue signage on each vehicle and in display cases give the place eye-catching contrast. LOLA’s painful expression shows her mourning. She is bundled up in a warm coat and wears mittens that she will wear while selling car outdoors. A matching knit cap tops her head.
HARRIET CHRISTOFFERSON (age 60) and EDITH EDNA EVERTSON (age 60) drape arms across LOLA’s shoulders, one on each side.
HARRIET and EDITH:
Good morning, Boss!
LOLA:
Oooof!
EDITH:
I’m so sorry to hear about your loss!
HARRIET:
Oh, I am feeling so sad right now about your loss, honey-pie. Nothing can define hope without those we love. I hope you are starting to feel better, maybe?
LOLA:
I’m not sure. How did you both find out?
HARRIET and EDITH:
Vandy! She asked us to take care of you today.
EDITH:
Vladimir said your grandpa’s truck went flying off a cliff. Just too awful to think about without feeling sick about everything in this world.
HARRIET:
Yes, and I care, especially. Vandy said no one expected you to be here today. You can take some time for yourself. You can get a week of sleep if you need that. You can move at your own pace. And...
CUT TO
INT. OFFICE – MORNING.
Power couple VLADIMIR (age 47) and VANDY TURGENEV (age 49) keep up their ultra low-key, respectable used car lot. Vladimir is notably more worried and haggard than his wife. Most days, he dresses in slacks and brightly colored cashmere sweaters. Vandy’s incredible sparkle and vivacious body are both enviable. Her long hair is perfect. Each are community leaders. VLADIMIR LEANS on his office desk. VANDY HUGS Lola trying to help her feel better.
VLADIMIR:
...and put some make-up on? Please?
VANDY:
Some make-up will help you feel good. Vladimir, this is no good. Maybe Lola should go home. Rest? Your grandpa was the only one who really knows you. I’m right?
LOLA:
He was my only relative. I’m alone.
VANDY:
Oh! (crying) Lola, you need care. You need care.
LOLA:
Excuse me? Care? No care for me. No thanks. I’m here to work.
VLADIMIR:
Strong! Like a man. It’s good.
VANDY:
Lola’s never been a man to me, Vladimir! She’s as effeminate as I am.
VLADIMIR:
No. What I said is she is like a man because she don’t want the bed. She want to get it up. I’m right. Am I
right about you, Lola? That’s what I was saying. You get it up! Right?
VANDY:
Well, that’s sad. It’s true our sales have been terrible and we won’t get it up without you. Yesterday, everything just stopped. So... do you think you can still help us both get it up? Otherwise, we can’t. We stop still!
FADE TO
EXT. SALES LOT – CONTINUOUS.
Clock says 10:00am. LOLA stands under the awning. Banners are swaying in the chilly air. Sales forms threaten to blow away. Pens happen to be everywhere. It’s group huddle time. HARRIET and EDITH place their arms around Lola again. More people are walking her way. We see a distinctly different side of Lola here. She is driven. Her eyes are determined. She smiles at a joke or a hearty tale. Other than that, she looks like a steamship captain carefully navigating.
LOLA:
Group huddle. Folks, come in. Come in!
DOYLE HING (age 21) approaches. We see GERT WALTERS (age 35) and AARON HARRIS (age 46) arrive in a car, get out, walk to Lola. Everyone wears warm clothing. Most carry a thermos or hot drink. Salespersons SHOW empathy to Lola’s loss, hug her, or simply nod.
LOLA:
Thanks, everyone. Look. I’ve got a lot to say.
LOLA pauses for some time. Everyone watches her closely.
LOLA (CONT):
I’ve got a lot to say but that only means...
The SALES TEAM people REALIZE she’s now testing them.
SALES TEAM:
(in unison) “If you have a lot to say, you shouldn’t say a thing. Instead, remain quiet. Let the prospect take a closer look at the car.”
EDITH:
“...until the prospect says something in relation to the purchase?”
SALES TEAM NODS at EDITH. They LOOK expectantly at Lola.
LOLA (CONT):
Oh. Yep. I’m supposed to talk. Right? If I’m the prospect...? You guys got me on that one. Well. I-I appreciate your sympathy. I-I wasn’t ever expecting Grandpa Tex to- to... die. He’s gone for good. That’s all I got to say. So. Let’s get out there and sell!
GERT:
Who is that handsome man walking this way?
DOYLE APPLEGATE (age 61) approaches.
DOYLE HING:
Oh! That must be the person we hired yesterday. No one knew if you were ever coming back.
LOLA is surprised. DOYLE APPLEGATE joins the group.
LOLA:
Why do people expect me to hate this job?
DOYLE APPLEGATE:
Hello, everyone. Sorry I’m late. I’m Doyle Applegate. Vladimir said I could walk right in to the 10am meeting and, maybe, someone would tell me where to get started?
DOYLE HING:
Your name is Doyle?
APPLEGATE nods.
GERT:
(Tries not to smile) This is Doyle Hing.
HING shakes APPLEGATE’s hand.
DOYLE HING:
I’m a Doyle! Put ‘er there, pardner!
HARRIET:
He’s a Doyle, too.
LOLA:
That’s fine, everyone. Welcome. Strategy is everything. So is efficiency. Welcome, Mr. Applegate. Mind if all I do is call you by your last name?
APPLEGATE:
That’s what I was hoping for.
The SALES TEAM LOVE this friendly spirit. APPLEGATE SMILES.
LOLA:
Let’s get out there and sell!
HING:
Hey, everybody! Look! Isn’t that Forbes?
We see FORBES’ old van park alongside Gert and Arron’s car.
GERT:
Ew.
ARRON:
Can’t be Forbes. He quit yesterday.
LOLA:
What?
HING:
You missed that, Lola. Better for you. It was very unique, very Forbes. Very sad. Literary, though--somewhat.
ARRON:
It’s true, Forbes did quit yesterday.
GERT:
Look at this. Looks like someone fell on his ass.
LOLA:
Forbes been with me for two years. Selling with us, I mean. Selling cars for Vladimir. And Vandy. Longest
person on my team. He’s my friend, always.
APPLEGATE:
Hi there, son.
FORBES (age 26) appears and strolls into the group. He’s incredibly handsome but this doesn’t matter much to him or anyone there. He is an aspiring visual artist who started selling cars two years ago just to make rent. He takes little pride in his work there and would rather be selling his paintings out of his car, all across America. He has prepared a long speech but can’t recall exactly how it starts so he looks at everyone trying to buy some time.
EDITH:
(Just to Lola) It was awful. Threw a big speech.
HING:
(Just to Lola) A long speech.
FORBES:
Hi, everyone.
APPLEGATE:
(Extends his hand) Applegate.
FORBES:
Hi. I’m Forbes. I’m a visual artist.
APPLEGATE:
Nice to meet you. You here to sell something, too?
FORBES:
Yep. Lola, I heard something bad happened yesterday. No one expected you to ever come back here. Is that true? Because if you did, I had an extremely dangerous time dangling off that cliff of hateful dejection that sometimes gets me disconcerted.
GERT:
Forbes, all we said was that she gets some time off.
LOLA:
My grandpa--Tex was his name--died. He was driving.
HARRIET:
Just somehow flew right off the turn north of Newport.
ARRON makes his hand out to be the car. He hits his other hand so his other hand appears to hit a curve.
ARRON:
Terrible. It was really something.
LOLA:
(Much sadder) Cool. Folks—let’s get selling.
FORBES:
Wait. People. Before we get going today, I got something to say.
GERT:
Something better than yesterday? “Every new beginning requires a champion to quit toeing the pebbles.”? I take it we were the pebbles you been toe’ing?
ARRON:
Or better than, “A quitter by nothing great today, a better breadwinner by something much better tomorrow.”?
FORBES:
Obviously that was about myself. But, sorry, everyone.
Only HARRIET and APPLEGATE seem to accept his apology. LOLA is unhappy now. The remainder of the team appear skeptical.
FORBES (CONT):
Lola, you have brought me up this world of impeccable sales design to be the man I am today. You’re so much wiser and older than I am so to think about you enduring such a heavy burden with so many years of hardship between you and I.
HARRIET:
Hold on a sec because I thought you are both the same age, young man.
FORBES:
We are. But we are not young and beautiful anymore. I’m 26.
The SALES TEAM EYES Lola. HING is BREAKING THE SILENCE.
HING:
Forbes, I’m 21, but you made ALL of us feel like some old grandpas and grandmas (he hugs Lola). I’ll take care of Lola, everyone. Forbes, stay away from here. Plus, Forbes, you had too many girlfriends last year! You’re dangerous! You hear me?
LOLA appears dismally shocked at everything being said.
FORBES:
I’m never staying away from Lola! Ever! Now I remember so vividly everything that I needed to say--both yesterday AND today--but Lola wasn’t here yesterday, so I just made up a bunch of crap.
FORBES smiles at everyone and they seem to smile or nod.
FORBES (CONT):
Lola, I need to be with you, in the traditional sense.
EDITH:
Woah!
HARRIET:
Forbes!
APPLEGATE:
That’s pretty tasteless, son.
FORBES:
Hang on! Hang on to THIS, everyone! What I’m saying is that, Lola, I need you in my life. I’ve been through a lot--a hell of a lot in my life. With women. Yesterday, they told me you were never coming back. I knew I would never see you again, ever. You all know how I plant—paint! I mean, you know how I paint! I’m a visual artist, and yet all I ever wanted was to capture life in a form NO ONE can believe in--because no one ever sees my work EVER for real. But if I can paint a thing that captures ecstasy, I can BE for real! I don’t promise to carry you over the hearth, Lola, or any craziness like male obedience. I just want to be with you. Like your man-friend. Forever. Is that okay?
HARRIET
Oh!
APPLEGATE:
That’s nice. Sweet.
GERT:
Way too much. I got to start selling cars now.
The SALES TEAM starts WALKING AWAY.
EDITH:
Yes, we had all better start.
HARRIET:
Yes.
HING:
Lola, he could just quit tomorrow. He’s into quitting.
LOLA:
It’s not only the quitting, is it, Forbes?
FORBES, stricken, can only stare at LOLA.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN.
INT. LAKE HOUSE – LATE DAY.
LOLA emerges from the wine cellar with a bottle of Grandpa Tex’ wine. Lights are out throughout the house. LOLA HOLDS the bottle in natural, late-day light seeping in through the window. She opens the bottle, luxuriously pours a glass, stops to take in the aroma. She goes outside.
CUT TO
EXT. LAKE HOUSE – CONTINOUS.
Chairs on the lawn look out upon the lake. The lake rests at the bottom of a many-foot drop down from the property. A blanket drapes an Adirondack chair. LOLA sits there, rests her legs, enjoys a first sip.
FADE TO
EXT. LAKE HOUSE – NIGHT.
The wine bottle is dangerously low next to Lola’s chair. LOLA SLEEPS with all the blankets wrapped around her. Suddenly, she wakes. The moon is up. LOLA LOOKS to the right.
CUT TO
EXT. LAKE HOUSE – LATE AFTERNOON (MONTHS EARILER, SUMMER).
LOLA is seated in the exact same place, still looking to the right. Our view broadens to include a separate grouping of four Adirondack chairs located about twenty feet away. There, GRANDPA TEX talks to friends: DENT, WILLIE PARKER (age 74) and BONNIE PARKER (age 64), EARL AUSTIN (age 70) and BASIL AUSTIN (AGE 70), EDDIE BEST (age 62), FRED BOWERMAN (age 69). They elegantly enjoy wine together. Four are seated and four are standing. Each person has a distinctly polished appearance to their casual dress.
FRED BOWERMAN:
Quit pushing Tex, Dent. You’re putting a lot of words in the man’s mouth.
DENT:
Am not. Just don’t agree with Tex, that’s all.
GRANDPA TEX
Dent, I’m trying to get out that it’s not a matter of time. It’s more a matter of WHEN because it’s going to happen any day now. These roads are getting incredibly unsafe everywhere in the country. Dent, you should be saying sorry since your company got paid to fix about eighty miles, and it’s still not getting done. Anyone else feeling the same thing?
DENT:
Tex, you are getting on my nerves right there. You already know we can’t get started on it for one more year now.
BONNIE PARKER:
Oh, yes.
BASIL AUSTIN:
Yes, it’s true. Isn’t it?
WILILE PARKER:
Things look pretty safe to me, Tex. What’s got you so grumpy, anyway?
GRANDPA TEX:
It’s not making anyone grumpy, Willie. I’ve got my granddaughter to worry about.
EDDIE BEST:
Oh, yea, mine, too. She’s pretty cautious. She does fine.
DENT:
Look at how Lola stares. She can’t be that bright. Is she, Tex?
GRANDPA TEX:
She is bright enough to drive. Got to be. But nobody is safe on the roads coming into Lincoln City from Newport.
BONNIE PARKER:
You told all of us she had a nightmare concussion leading to brain damage and that’s why none of us have tried to hire her in the last ten years, Tex.
GRANDPA TEX:
Oh. Well. Now, I guess she has recovered. She’s driving.
FRED BOWERMAN:
Maybe this decade’s news is that she is now fully recovered.
WILLIE PARKER:
Oh. Wasn’t expecting that news.
BONNIE PARKER:
Neither was I. Let’s go say hi. See if she’s smart again, all of a sudden. I’m just making a joke.
BASIL AUSTIN:
It would be nice to talk to Lola. Everyone wave.
BASIL WAVES toward LOLA. LOLA slowly RETURNS the gesture.
WILLIE PARKER:
She’s pretty smart. I’m sure she can hear me. Wave.
WILLIE WAVES toward LOLA. LOLA doesn’t move.
GRANDPA TEX:
I’d rather not. She and I are in a fight. Just a little grandpa thing where I don’t like the house she’s got herself into, down in Otter Bay. Again, the roads aren’t safe getting there from the place to Newport.
FRED BOWERMAN
She’s working all seven days each week?
GRANDPA TEX:
Yes, she is! So, there. That proves everything I need to say.
BASIL AUSTIN
This is really absurd now. I’m starting to think she never had any brain damage at all!
DENT:
I’m starting to think you been lying to all of us about Lola’s brain, Tex. Just to keep her safe from all of us.
WILLIE PARKER:
Why do you feel like we’re dangerous, Tex? I’m not dangerous. Bonnie, here, she’s not either. Are you, darling?
BONNIE PARKER:
Not in the slightest. Hard to believe this we are having this conversation.
DENT:
Tex lied. He likes to pretend we are friends but we’re not.
GRANDPA TEX
Dent, don’t start any rumor about our friendship. It exists. We’re all solid friends for decades now.
WILLIE PARKER:
Tex, be calm. You said to all of us here, years ago, about Lola having a broken brain on account of a fall plus her mother going crazy when she in her belly.
GRANDPA TEX
I don’t tell any lies, Willie. Now, if it’s true I did say something about her brain being bad it would be the only real lie I ever told. Everyone should just be polite if we are all friends. Truth is, Lola is looking pretty bad to me, year after year, with her weight gain, and the way she just sits there staring at me. Maybe her brain isn’t working.
The group look at LOLA whose gaze never changes.
FADE OUT.
EXT. LAKE HOUSE – NIGHT.
LOLA breaks her gaze from the right out. Now she is looking towards the lake.
O.S. DENT:
Willie, wait a second! I got to grab my gun. Just in case.
O.S. WILLIE:
Shut your mouth, Dent!
DENT and WILLIE go to the door. They try to the door. It’s open. They walk inside. The never notice LOLA seated on the Adirondacks Chair.
INT. LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS.
DENT and WILLIE have DRAWN guns. They WALK through the music room, kitchen and livingroom. They WALK upstairs.
EXT. LAKE HOUSE – CONTINUOUS.
LOLA WATCHES. She places a 911 call.
INT. LAKE HOUSE – CONTINUOUS
DENT and WILLIE pause outside of Tex’ closed bedroom door.
EXT. LAKE HOUSE – CONTINUOUS.
LOLA:
Yes. Yes. There are two men in my house. They didn’t see me. Yes, I can remain hidden.
911 DESPATCH:
We have three patrols on their way. They will arrive momentarily. I’ll stay on the line.
FLASHING LIGHTS of police shine on the lake house. Several officers go to the door. They POUND on the front door. LOLA continues to hide in her seat.
OFFICER #1:
Police! Open the door!
CUT TO
EXT. SIDEWALK – NIGHT.
LOLA is walking briskly. She approaches a long line at a movie theater.
EXT. MOVIE THEATER – CONTINUOUS.
LOLA spots VLADIMIR and VANDY in line. She rushes towards them and hugs them.
LOLA:
I’m so grateful you’re here.
VLADIMIR:
Lola seems pretty happy now!
VANDY:
I know! I know! Lola, you look like a mop! What’s this hair? What are you thinking?
VLADIMIR:
She looks terrified. And no make-up. Lola, what is happening?
LOLA:
Trust me. You do not want to hear. It’s too crazy.
VANDY:
These are my friends.
VANDY is standing with friends from Russia: NATALIA PRYMA (age 30), KATERYNA DUDINSKAYA (age 31), and OLGA VOROTNYK (age 30). When VANDY INTRODUCES each of them to Lola, the friends SHAKE Lola’s hand.
VANDY (CONT):
We are hearing this new poet. It’s also a play. And they also going to show a movies. Crazy times in the arts right now. This are my girlfriends. They are excited. This is Natalia...
NATALIA:
We are goosebumps. Not kidding. Very exciting. Best new art here on the coast.
VANDY:
...and here is my close friend, Kateryna...
KATERYNA:
I’m so excited to go in there. You coming with us to watch, right?
LOLA:
Two people broke into my house. I had to hide and then a dozen police came with their guns out, ready to shoot. Luckily, the police caught the intruders. I am feeling like I should walk around, just settle my heart down for a little while.
KATERYNA:
Wow! Is true. Arts not right for this night, not for you.
VANDY:
...and this is my friend, Olga.
OLGA:
Maybe we can get some lunch all together?
LOLA:
If I live! My grandpa drove off a cliff and he died.
VLADIMIR:
Lola, you’re freaking me out completely. What? Did you just have something happen or something?
VANDY:
Darling, you don’t listen. She already tried to tell everyone how there were two men tried to KILL her already tonight IN her home so now she’s got to get out and walk. She’s trying to stay calm.
VLADIMIR:
That’s terrible! I feel horrible for her. Lola, you are our favorite.
VANDY:
Yes. Lola is the best. She’s a sales queen. Vladimir and I make a lot of money. Lola does all the hard work.
OLGA:
Okay, I get this. Take some walks and then I’m going to come see you tomorrow to buy something from you.
KATERYNA:
Me, too. I want a second car. Keep your sales doing better than ever!
VANDY:
Great! Sounds perfect!
NATALIA:
I’ll come, too, but I might not need anything.
VLADIMIR:
That’s okay.
CUT TO:
INT. TEX’ BEDROOM – SAME NIGHT.
LOLA sleeps. The gun is still on the side table.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN.
INT. OFFICE – LUNCHTIME.
LOLA is in VLADIMIR’s office. She is surrounded by HARRIET, EDITH, APPLEGATE, HING, FORBES, ARRON AND GERT.
VANDY:
I ordered food. Don’t worry about lunch. I’m buying!
VLADIMIR:
It’s scary for us but we are like family. I don’t want no secrets. Tell everyone about your scare last night.
APPLEGATE:
I’m new here. Am I a part of this? Do I stay?
VLADIMIR:
That’s right. You go outside. Take care of customers. Don’t interrupt us. Take him (points at Hing).
ARRON:
Doyle and Doyle are manning the lot.
GERT:
Spend a lot of time with everyone who wants to buy a car.
ARRON:
And spend ZERO time with people who don’t want to buy any cars.
VLADIMIR:
Food arrived. Forbes help Vandy. Please. If you could.
VANDY exits with excitement. FORBES exits. VANDY returns immediately with bags and boxes. FORBES helps her.
VANDY:
It’s random. No one gets to be picky. I just hand things without looking. (Handing out food boxes)Steak. Shrimp. Scallops. Steak. Shrimp. And now this is scallops for Vladimir but he hates fish so just will trade his meal with Forbes’ box who likes scallops a lot. And, plus, Forbes just quit us all with a rude speech earlier this week. Then he walks back in to work like nothing. (Vandy trades Vladimir’s box with Forbes’).
ARRON:
Forbes is a visual artist.
VLADIMIR:
No interruptions, everyone. Listen to what happened last night to Lola’s life. Terrifying, actually.
CUT TO
EXT. SALES LOT – LUNCHTIME
APPLEGATE and HING wink at each other because OLGA, KATERYNA and NATALIA arrived and have begun searching around the cars. The two SALES PEOPLE advance.
KATERYNA:
We’re early. I need to talk directly to the boss.
HING:
No. You absolutely cannot.
OLGA:
Excuse us?
HING:
You can’t. They said: do not let anyone interrupt us, especially the most beautiful people in Lincoln City. (Hing winks again at Applegate).
NATALIA:
I knew Vladimir was upset. I told him I didn’t want to buy a car. Can you please let him know we are all here?
HING:
No. He said no one. Sorry, ladies.
OLGA:
I am personal friend to Vladimir.
HING:
(To Applegate) Ouch. Wonder if Vandy knows, huh?
NATALIA:
We know the boss. He is expecting us. He said it’s okay if I can’t buy a car today. I don’t want one.
HING:
We have a policy where we can’t talk to you then. You already know the answer is no. (To Applegate) I have a feeling Vandy would not be very happy about those three beauties interrupting their meeting.
KATERYNA:
This man is really soft. Let’s go.
OLGA:
Yep, we are leaving. Too soft.
HING:
And fluffy.
OLGA, KATERYNA and NATALIA depart.
HING:
I feel like we just strengthened the marriage of our employers.
APPLEGATE:
I just watched you send away three people away from our employers’ sales lot in under three minutes.
HING:
Oh, that’s not good, Doyle.
APPLEGATE:
Definitely not a good thing, Doyle.
CUT TO
INT. OFFFICE – CONTINUOUS
VANDY brandishes her phone. The room is silent.
VANDY:
It sucks! Lola sold two cars for us last night. But the two people who have all the money texted something like “today its past their bedtime”. No idea. No English. But they can’t stop by. That’s sad.
LOLA:
Terrible. That means last night’s sales are bogus.
VLADIMIR:
So soon? Guess Lola, the golden girl, isn’t the best anymore when it comes to her luck.
VLADIMIR:
Lola’s luck is terrible right now.
The room is still.
VLADIMIR (CONT):
So. Is your story about last night over?
LOLA:
Yes, it is. Thanks for feeding everyone lunch, Vladimir. Thank you, Vandy.
Boxes are closed and thrown away. SALES PEOPLE walk out of the office.
VANDY:
Let’s go everybody. Get going now! You have seven cars to sell today and nothing in the pan to start cooking anything yet.
SALES TEAM EXITING. LOLA STAYS behind for one last word.
LOLA:
You guys truly are my family, now. I won’t let you down, even if I have to pull off a miracle today.
VANDY:
Please do it because both of us are dying from depression here.
CUT TO
EXT. SALES LOT – CONTINUOUS
SALES TEAM are pulling their coats and hats on. HING and APPLEGATE look at LOLA who waives her hand.
LOLA:
Doyle! Applegate! Stay on the ground while we huddle. You’re doing great. Take your time.
LOLA gives APPLEGATE and HING thumbs-up. They RETURN the gesture. They walk far from the group huddle to the very end of the sales lot. The team pulls around LOLA.
LOLA:
This is just a regular day. Starting with a terrible night’s sleep after two creeps possibly tried to murder me last night. Plus, two sales down the drain. It’s not anyone here’s fault. Don’t sweat it. Promise?
The SALES TEAM agrees with her through nods and murmurs.
LOLA (CONT):
Here’s what I want to tell you: selling cars is fast. It’s fun because money is thrill. But money makes you cheap at heart. Then, sometimes, money can be totally fun. Sometimes, you feel like a perfect person collecting all that cash. Sometimes the client calls you a pervert on the internet. I want you to walk into today like it’s the best time to call your friends and tell them to come buy a second car. Or a first car for their kid.
FORBES:
Amen! Hand for Lola, everyone. Please.
A beleaguered round of applause comes from their hands.
LOLA:
Thanks. Thanks for this. But, Forbes, we didn’t make a sell yet today.
FORBES:
Miracle! Where are you, Mr. Miracle?
CUT TO:
EXT. SALES LOT DISTANT ENTRANCE – CONTINUOUS.
APPLEGATE and HING watch for customers. Both feel sad about what happened earlier on the lot. OFFICER MALCOLM and OFFICER WILLIAMS enter on foot.
OFFICER MALCOLM:
There she is.
APPLEGATE:
Excuse me, Officer, but can I help you?
OFFICER WILLIAMS:
I don’t think so. I have no interest in used car sales talk. I’m here for her.
APPLEGATE:
Lola? Why? Can I ask you that?
OFFICER WILLIAMS:
I have to give her this. Not sure exactly what the paperwork here entails.
APPLEGATE:
You shouldn’t be a part of anything you don’t fully understand. Especially if it has to do with the law. Can I see some credentials, please?
OFFICER WILLIAMS:
I’m Officer Williams. You are?
APPLEGATE:
I’m Doyle. And this is my sales partner today. His name is also Doyle.
OFFICER MALCOLM:
That’s strange. Two Doyles? At the same used car lot? Don’t believe it for a minute. Unless you swear by it.
HING:
Name is absolutely Doyle, sir. Him, as well. And we both have a steep quota so I’m going to let you buy a car to make up for your belittling comment, officer.
OFFICER WILLIAMS:
Don’t worry about us. We’re off duty cops serving a… priority package.
HING:
Well, if you know you don’t need a car then we shouldn’t service you. So, bye!
OFFICER WILLIAMS:
I need to serve these papers to Lola Dorothy Armstrong. We both have been paid to do it.
APPLEGATE:
Is that legal?
OFFICER MALCOLM:
Who knows?
OFFICER WILLIAMS:
We are fairly certain what we are doing is okay.
APPLEGATE:
Serve her what?
OFFICER WILLIAMS:
She’s going to lose her house to the other side. But only if we serve her these papers.
OFFICER MALCOLM:
Actually, it’s kind of scary-funny. The same creeps who actually broke into that poor lady’s house, right there, with their guns drawn, well, those two men were arrested without any incident by us. Next, they placed a call to a mayor in a different city, who pulled a string. The entire matter was wiped off record: their arrest AND their having broken in to that lady’s home. Next day--today--an attorney arranges payment for us to serve these criminal papers to... what’s the victim’s name again? I mean, the defendant’s name?
OFFICER WILLIAMS:
(reading) Lola Dorothy Baldwin.
HING
Oh, well... we don’t know her. That person over there is named... Betty? Actually, I don’t even know her name. Do you know her name, Doyle?
OFFICER WILLIAMS:
Don’t get tricky, Doyle. You, too, other Doyle. That’s definitely her. We both remember her from last night.
APPLEGATE:
You saved her life last night. So, why are you serving her today.
OFFICER WILLIAMS:
Last night, I was hard at work. Today’s my day off but I was still paid. I have a personal sense of worth to uphold.
APPLEGATE:
Tell me about this.
OFFICER WILLIAMS:
I’m the only one who cares in the entire police force about honor.
APPLEGATE:
Uh-huh?
OFFICER MALCOLM:
We could get sued if we don’t do it. Actually, someone threatens to sue us every day.
APPLEGATE:
Oh! Continue.
OFFICER MALCOLM:
I always thought I’d get ask to contribute more. This seems like something good to help with.
APPLEGATE:
Carry on. Keep talking.
OFFICER WILIAMS:
That’s about everything we got to say. So...?
APPLEGATE:
One question: still feel like serving her makes any real sense?
OFFICER WILIAMS:
No.
CUT TO
EXT. SALES LOT – CONTINUOUS
HING and APPLEGATE WALK across the sales lot towards Lola.
HING:
Wow. How did you do that?
APPLEGATE:
I’m following Lola’s training: “If you have a lot to say, you shouldn’t say a thing. Instead, remain quiet. Let the prospect take a closer look at the car.”
HING:
But... the officer said he doesn’t want to buy a car, Doyle.
APPLEGATE:
I heard you, Doyle.
FADE TO
INT. LAKE HOUSE MUSIC ROOM – NIGHT.
LOLA sits alone in the house. She is seated at the baby grand. She plucks at the keys. Her phone signals a text from FORBES.
LOLA:
Funny Forbes. I’m starting to feel like you and I are going to be friends for the rest of our lives together.
LOLA plays for a minute more. Then she reads the text.
LOLA:
What the hell!
LOLA calls FORBES.
O.S. FORBES:
Lola. My darling. I love--
LOLA:
I just read your text! They were released this morning from police custody? This is insane! Why?
O.S. FORBES:
I guess because they need to sue you? Something like that? For your house? It’s kind of messed up. Do you want me to stay there? I’ll keep you safe.
LOLA:
I need you. Yes.
CUT TO
INT. UPSTAIRS BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS.
LOLA curled on TEX’s bed upstairs. LOLA dials FORBES.
LOLA:
It’s been an hour. Where are you?
CUT TO
EXT. OTTER BAY HOME – CONTINUOUS.
FORBES wears his coat, stands on the front porch of a tiny cottage in Otter Bay, Oregon.
FORBES:
I’m standing on your porch. Let me in. It’s pretty windy tonight here in Otter Bay.
CUT TO
INT. UPSTAIRS BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS.
LOLA:
Oh! That’s not my address.
CUT TO
EXT. OTTER BAY – CONTINUOUS.
FORBES:
Yes, it is. I used to see you here all the time.
CUT TO
INT. UPSTAIRS BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS.
LOLA:
No, it’s not. I’ll text you my address now.
CUT TO
EXT. OTTER BAY – CONTINUOUS.
FORBES:
You keep a lot of secrets from me.
CUT TO
INT. UPSTAIRS BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS.
LOLA sends a text.
CUT TO
EXT. OTTER BAY – CONTINUOUS.
FORBES:
Lincoln City! That’s like thirty miles from here.
CUT TO
INT. UPSTAIRS BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS.
LOLA:
I’m freaking out for the first time in my entire life. Please hurry--while driving safe!
CUT TO
EXT. OTTER BAY HOME – CONTINUOUS.
FORBES:
I’m on my way!
FORBES hangs up the call.
CUT TO
INT. UPSTAIRS BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS.
LOLA hangs up the call. She stares around the room.
LOLA:
Drive safe for the first time in your life. I’m freaking out.
CUT TO
INT. STAIRS – CONTINUOUS.
LOLA walks carefully down the stairs.
CUT TO
INT. LIVINGROOM – CONTINUOUS.
LOLA LOOKS for a moment at the closed door to the room that was once her bedroom.
CUT TO
INT. LOLA’S OLD BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS.
LOLA opens the door, peers inside. Things look barren. It’s mostly just furniture. LOLA takes a step inside. The scene changes.
CUT TO
INT. LOLA’S OLD BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS.
LOLA rises up from her chair by the wall. She’s been studying a law book. Her grandpa is in the door.
LOLA:
Hello.
GRANDPA TEX:
Hi, Lola. Still studying?
LOLA:
Yep. Law is not easy. Lots of details. Things to remember.
GRANDPA TEX:
You’re kind of breaking the mold. Lola, with everything that’s been said, it’s hard for me to take it back. I can’t act sorry after the way I talked at breakfast today.
LOLA:
Just don’t break the law then try to buy me off with pancakes or breakfast sausage.
LOLA laughs. GRANDPA TEX laughs too.
GRANDPA TEX:
I get really angry sometimes--all the time, I guess, these days. It seems like a lot of bad in society comes this way. It’s not fair to your mother, and it’s not fair to my only grandchild.
LOLA:
Yep. My Mom... do you have a story?
GRANDPA TEX:
You want me to tell you about Sabine? She... It’s a lot for me to talk about right now. I just want you to know that I own this place fair and square. That’s a big deal. It was going to be for her and now you’re my heir. And I’m happy. I want you to know how much I care. I’m bad at telling you that. It’s easier to get mad. I have so much love for you. It’s hard for me.
LOLA:
Grandpa, I know. I’m just like you because I love you no matter what we tell each other when we get angry. I don’t mind if you tell me off, too. You’re my only real friend in this world.
LOLA and GRANDPA TEX hug.
CUT TO
INT. LOLA’S OLD BEDROOM - NIGHT
LOLA stands in front of her mirror. She cries.
LOLA:
Grandpa. You were right. And I forgive that every day.
LOLA hears the front door opening. She hides in the closet. No one will be able to see her from the bedroom’s door. Outside she hears DENT and WILLIE’s voices. Meanwhile, she notices a trick wall has been installed. She pushes the back of the closet and it starts to give. Inside a hidden room a staircase leads downwards but LOLA only catches a glimpse. From the living room, LOLA HEARS DENT and WILLIE:
O.S. DENT:
Anyone here?
O.S. WILLIE:
No one is here. They went back to her place.
O.S. DENT:
How you know? All the lights are on in the damn place.
WILLIE and DENT appear in the open doorway to Lola’s old bedroom. Meanwhile, LOLA cowers in her hiding place.
WILLIE:
I got some spies. That goofy kid she likes just got there.
DENT:
Why are we back here?
WILLIE:
I got to get the evidence. Tex was threatening me with it. It’s somewhere. Or at the other home.
DENT:
Is that what all this hullaballoo has been the entire time?
DENT and WILLIE walk away. LOLA struggles with her phone.
INT. GERT’S APARTMENT – NIGHT.
ARRON and GERT are playing cards. Music from a record player fills the air. We see Lola’s text appear: Dent and Willie came back. Call police. Send PoPo to this address in Lincoln City:...
GERT:
Lincoln City? I thought Lola lived here in Newport. This is getting too strange. Help me?
GERT hands phone to ARRON.
ARRON:
I don’t believe it!
GERT:
Call the cops like she said.
ARRON:
Doing that now from my phone. Sending them this Lincoln City address I just got.
GERT:
Let’s go save her before something horrible happens.
INT. LOLA’S OLD BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS.
A text comes through from GERT. It reads: Did you talk to either Doyle today?
LOLA frantically texts: No, why?
GERT replies: The police might not care anyway.
LOLA sends a response: WTF!!! Call them!!!!!
GERT replies: It’s going to be okay. Arron called them. And we are on our way. Stay safe.
LOLA is concerned and silently shakes her head.
LOLA:
No... don’t come. It’s not safe.
And then LOLA texts only: Thanks.
Painfully slowly, LOLA successfully crawls out of the bedroom and, next, outside. During this time, we see DENT and WILLIE searching everywhere. LOLA LISTENS carefully.
WILLIE:
The evidence was probably inside a big envelope.
DENT:
How to do you know he didn’t just send it in? Or forge something then throw it out in the trash. Should we check the trash?
WILLIE:
I am pretty sure Tex was holding it when we were all here. Before we had to take him out.
DENT:
Don’t remind me ever, Willie. It’s over. And what’s done is done.
LOLA is shocked at what she overheard.
EXT. LAKE HOUSE – CONTINOUS.
FORBES arrives. He parks his car and rushes to the front door. LOLA is crawling away from the house towards the lake. LOLA SEES FORBES but says his name too late to stop him from opening the door.
LOLA:
FORBES!
INT. LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS.
FORBES throws the front door open.
FORBES:
What the-
DENT and WILLIE both have firearms. They raise them. Point them at FORBES.
DENT:
Creepy little jock.
FORBES ducks and throws himself backwards through the open front door. Shots ring out.
CUT TO
EXT. LAKE HOUSE – NIGHT.
WILLIE’S shot rings in the night. FORBES falls back. LOLA, screaming his name, rushes forward.
ARRON:
I got your back!
From out of nowhere, ARRON and GERT rush WILLIE from the side the minute he steps out the door.
WILLIE:
Help! Help me! You’re going to kill me!
DENT emerges, rushes at ARRON and WILLIE who are both struggling with each other.
DENT:
You little turds!
FORBES is on his feet. He rushes at DENT who throws a solid punch at FORBES’ nose. DENT next runs at Arron from behind. ARRON turns quickly, foists DENT over one shoulder. DENT screams. ARRON carries him towards the lake. ARRON throws DENT who next disappears over the edge, to someplace far below, in the bushes.
ARRON:
He’s not coming back.
GERT:
Don’t count on that because he might be.
LOLA has quickly felt over FORBES body for a bullet wound.
FORBES:
Wait, don’t stop yet. Check me for bullets one more time. Please? Ouch. My mouth.
LOLA:
Don’t talk.
The flashing lights from police have appeared. They run onto the property from both sides. WILIE stands holding a gun. He is instantly held down on the ground. Flashlights surround him.
ARRON:
Thank you, Lord! Someone called the police and they came this time!
GERT:
One bad guy went that way!
POLICE OFFICERS rush forward and peer down the drop towards the lake.
FADE TO
INT. LAKE HOUSE LIVING ROOM – NIGHT.
ARRON:
Nice place.
LOLA:
I’m happy the police found it this evening.
FORBES is forced to stay quiet due to bandages on his face.
LOLA kisses FORBES cheek. He responds with a tremendous hug. He tries to say something so LOLA touches his cheek.
LOLA:
Don’t talk or you’ll make the healing take longer.
FORBES smiling as best he can, hugs LOLA again.
GERT:
You’re a real hero! Super Forbes!
LOLA:
Thank you, Gert. Yes, he certainly is that.
ARRON:
Is this where you always lived. With your grandpa?
LOLA looks melancholy. FORBES pats her hand, gives Arron a thumbs-up.
LOLA:
I have more than one house.
ARRON:
Very interesting.
GERT:
Why do you think that creep is trying to get in here?
LOLA gestures to her old bedroom.
LOLA:
Over here.
CUT TO
INT. LOLA’S OLD BEDROOM - NIGHT
LOLA brings FORBES, GERT and ARRON to the closet. She pushes the back wall and it opens on a narrow staircase.
LOLA:
I have a hard time understanding how this is here.
FORBES:
This is intense.
GERT:
We’re all following scared, here.
CUT TO
INT. BASEMENT – NIGHT.
The stairs leads down to the basement which was a room used by GRANDPA TEX to investigate crimes. Charts and maps fill up all the wall space. A space is dedicated to open casework. Evidence is categorized on the shelves and tables.
LOLA:
I never knew Grandpa was doing all this.
ARRON:
What is all this?
FORBES explores. GERT follows Forbes. Soon FORBES is grunting but his bandages make it hard for him to talk.
LOLA:
Grandpa Tex was a real private investigator!
ARRON:
This is all crime scene lab material!
GERT:
This packet is addressed to the Department of Justice. I feel like he was going to send it.
LOLA:
That’s the evidence Willie knew might be here! But he had no clue where to find it!
FORBES:
(in pain) I bet if we mail it, the mayor or somebody shows up with a medal for you, Lola.
LOLA:
That’s not a bad proposition there, Forbes.
ARRON:
Not bad at all.
GERT:
And I know exactly where to mail it from: the post office.
FADE OUT.
CREDITS.
This screenplay is under full copyright protection of Corinne Devin Sullivan. All Rights Reserved.
LOLA’S BUSINESS EPISODE ONE:
HOW TO INHERIT A LEGACY
Written By
Corinne Devin Sullivan
October 30, 2025
Draft #1
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