INT. DINING ROOM - DAY SAL sits at a table, reading a newspaper. Enter CHARDONNAY. CHARDONNAY Sal. He knows. Sal looks up. SAL (unenthusiastically) That’s great. (pause) You gonna give me any specifics? Chardonnay walks further in and takes a seat at the table across from Sal. She sets her purse down on the table. CHARDONNAY Diego. He knows I… SAL He knows you what? CHARDONNAY He knows I killed his mother. Sal sets down the newspaper. Her face remains impassive. She looks Chardonnay in the eyes. SAL And where would he learn a juicy little tidbit like that? Chardonnay sighs. CHARDONNAY I told him. Sal chuckles humorlessly. SAL Now, why would you do a stupid thing like that? CHARDONNAY I… don’t know. I felt bad, I guess, and… I thought he’d understand. SAL You killed your fiancé’s mother. I feel like that requires a bit more than “understanding.” CHARDONNAY It was an accident! Sal sighs. SAL I know. CHARDONNAY It was dark, and I wasn’t looking, and it was just… easier to pin it on the neighbor. I couldn’t let them know. You know. I… I’m engaged to her son. I— SAL (interrupting) Are you? Chardonnay looks up. CHARDONNAY What do you mean? SAL I mean, how did Diego react? You sure he still wants to marry you? CHARDONNAY He— he has to. SAL You killed his mother. CHARDONNAY It’s— it was an accident! He’ll understand. He’ll have to. SAL Because nothing says “I love you” like matricide. Chardonnay glares at Sal. Sal doesn’t flinch. CHARDONNAY You’re not helping. SAL I am. You just don’t see it yet. CHARDONNAY I’m leaving. Sal points towards the exit. SAL The door is that way. Chardonnay huffs and picks up her purse. She exits. Sal sighs. She picks up her newspaper and starts to read.