INT. KITCHEN - DAY

INT. KITCHEN - DAY

A vase hits the wall, SHATTERS inches away from the
glass door of a cabinet stacked with tableware.
Porcelain fragments rain to the floor.
                MARTINA
        (screams)
   How can you be so ...
She seems to look for the greatest possible insult.
                MARTINA
   ... boring?
MARTINA (30s), a tough, feminine beauty with Hispanic
features, stands at a sink which holds more ammunition.
Her long, black hair in disarray. Angrily she beats a
strand of hair out of her line of vision.

RON (30s), average in height and in every other way,
scantily glances at the fragments on the floor. A
creased brow the only sign of emotion.
                RON
   Someone has to be boring around
   here.
             MARTINA
        (puzzled)
   What?
             RON
   If I wouldn’t ensure a steady
   inflow of cash into this
   household you ...
He makes no effort to avoid a salad bowl which barely
misses his head. He has seen this before.

The bowl hits the same spot on the wall.
                RON
   ... could hardly afford
   expensive shows of compassion to
   everybody who comes to cry on
   your shoulder.   
His eyes widen. He ducks, narrowly escapes a plate which
a moment later hits the cabinet full center. BREAKING
GLASS, expensive CLANGOR.

Ron resurfaces, looks at the damage. Turns to her, eyes
wide, lips tight. A deep breath.

Martina stares at the damage. Expectant.

Ron walks to the door.

A moment of hesitation.

He is out the room. The door closes silently.

She leans on the sink.

Tears.