Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2015
HEATHER'S FURY (10)
First Day Jitters
After accepting the job offer from a skeptical, but open-minded Ms. Dietz to house manage the Rosewood Estate, Heather finally shows up for her first day at work. Pulling up the cobblestone driveway, she gets out of the car wearing a simple black dress and her signature black Candie mules, she clicks her way up to the front door, and ringing the main bell.
Int: Main Entrance-Rosewood Estate-9 a.m.
Ms. Dietz answering door
"Well, hello Heather...right on time, did you have any trouble finding the place?"
Heather facetiously praising
"Like finding a haystack with a needle...a blind man could find this place...it's the biggest house in town!"
Ms. Dietz
"Well, thank you my dear...please come on in...I simply must show you around.
Walking into main atrium, there are two separate stairways going up, and three hallways going in different directions. Ms. Dietz leads off to the far right one first.
Heather
"This is like so fascinating, like a game show where you have to pick the lucky hallway...if you pick the wrong one your attacked by horny old men or something!"
Ms. Dietz rolling eyes
"Of course dear, we shall venture into the kitchen first, then move along from there.
Entering huge kitchen with two separate stoves and cooking areas, Heather is a bit overwhelmed.
Heather
"Wow mam, how many people do you cook for, do you have drive through, too!
Ms. Dietz laughing
"It is a rather large preparation room, but from time to time it is all utilized for gatherings and the annual open house of course..."
Emily, the lead chef is busily making confections.
"Oh, Ms. Dietz, I make German Chocolate cake, just like you like it, you favorite!"
Ms. Dietz
"Oh, thank you Emily...I would like to introduce you to our new house manager, this is Heather, she will be overseeing our little operation here."
Heather shaking Emily's hand
"How nice to meet you Emily, I'm sure your a fantastic cook...aren't you?"
Emily
"The best...everything always fantastic!"
Ms. Dietz
"Emily has been with the family for over 20 years...you could say she is married to us..."
Emily
"Grandmothered in so to speak, I take care of Ms. Dietz before she had any kids...then I feed all of them, too!"
Ms. Dietz
"Yes Emily, well I look forward to having some of that cake later, but I must show Heather around a bit...come on Heather...you will meet all the one's who are working today."
Heather
"You mean...you have shift changes...like a factory?"
Ms. Dietz
"Well it's a full time operation, and most of my help is part-time...saves me quite a bit on my insurance...most have other positions with other estates."
Heather
"So, you just pass them around...like car rentals?"
Ms. Dietz walking into huge laundry room
"Of course dear...now I'd like you to meet Rosa, she's our chief laundry manger, expert seamstress, and resident couture...a Rosa, I'd like you to meet Heather, she will be our new House Manager."
Rosa refusing to shake Heather's hand
(Speaking in Spanish)
"Para reemplazar a esa perra que era antes?"
(To replace the bitch before you?)
(To replace the bitch before you?)
Ms. Dietz
"In English Rosa, that wasn't so nice..."
Rosa composing herself
"What a joyous moment for all of us, welcome to our home Senorita, please enjoy yourself!"
Ms. Dietz
"Rosa has been with us for 5 years...5 very interesting years."
Rosa
"5 monumental breathtaking years of memories, like when Ms. Dietz's son took good sheets to make rope ladder?"
Ms. Dietz
"Like I said, 5 very interesting years...now Heather if you will come with me."
Heather turning to Rosa as they exit
"Nice to meet you Rosa, glad to replace the bitch!"
Rosa starts laughing
"I like Senorita, very good..."
Heather and Ms. Dietz make there way out the back of the house.
Two men wearing knee pads kneeling down in garden, ripping out perfectly good plants and replacing them with new ones.
Ms. Dietz
"Every year I tire of looking at the same old plants, so I have the gardeners pull and replace them...makes me feel all alive again...this is Toby and Bill...fantastic workers...they will pretty much do anything you tell them...hey boys, this is Heather, your new boss...you mind your manners and do what she tells you, understand?"
Heather whispering to Ms. Dietz
"I think I'm going to be liking this!"
Ms. Dietz
"Of course you will my Love, just don't let it go to your head, my last girl was so lustful of power, the poor thing just got out of control...and finally, this is Denise and Sam our housecleaning couple...been with us a little over a year...very efficient, very thorough, and they keep the Rosewood immaculate!"
Heather
"So, nice to meet the two of you, I'm a bit of a clean freak too...just don't like doing the cleaning...when will I have a chance to meet the field help...I see them out there...they look pretty hot..."
Ms. Dietz
"Oh, you'll have plenty of time for that...right now I need to show you the office and get you started young lady."
Heather
"This is so exciting...feel like I'm going to pee!"
Off to the side of the house, with a separate driveway connecting to it's own private parking area and entrance door. Walking inside there are several couches, some oversize'd windows looking out onto the back fields, and an odd window with heavy drapes looking out into a garage area.
In the center is a large executive desk, with a plush high back leather chair surrounded by computers, a row of surveillance monitors, and a pbx style telephone system.
Ms. Dietz
"And here's your command center...from this post, you will have full control over the whole property, including areas open to the public and areas not...so all I ask is that you be prudent in your monitoring and not snoop into other people's affairs unless requested or you have a bona fide suspicion of something, you understand?"
Heather with her mouth open
"Wow...looks like a spaceship...where do you push the button to start the thing?"
Ms. Dietz
"What button did you say?"
Heather
"You know...the launch button, like if I want to go to the moon or something?
Ms. Dietz laughing
"Well, that's true...it does just about everything else...so let's get started with the phone system...take time to familiarize yourself with the proper procedures for taking calls and recording messages...just push the 4, then 89, then 26, this will initialize the sequence into the save message mode...then prompt the computer to save the caller, where sent from, and who to...then just file that on the activity and appointment scheduler along with your I.D., and then just verify your action, and your done...Heather...Heather you home?"
Heather staring at system like a Deer into headlights
"Can't I just write it down on a sticky and tape it to the wall?"
Ms. Dietz huffing
"No Heather, now it's very important for you to follow procedures, not only because it's the rules, but because it's my rules...am I clear...and if you don't wish to play by my rules, you can't play...understand?"
Heather smirking
"Yes Mam, it's just a little more than I thought, but okay...let's do this!"
Ms. Dietz
"Now get acquainted with the system...I'm sending Benjamin over from our maintenance group, and he can show you some other things...so concentrate and do the best you can...I've got to go, I'm late for a meeting as it is...take care."
Heather talking to herself
"Come on...I'm a big girl, we can do this..."
Sitting down in the big plush chair, she slips out of her high heeled mules, curling her feet, and stretching her toes, she spots marker on house intercom to kitchen, and pushes button.
Emily answers
"Yes Miss Heather, how may I please you?"
Heather blushing
"With an offer like that I could think of a few...never mind, ah could I get a Reuben with a glass of lemonade...if you have it?"
Emily
"I make sandwich...give me a second I fresh squeeze lemon for your drink..."
Heather
"Very sweet of you Emily, I'll be here in the office, thank you!"
Suddenly, the first call of the day comes in...she scrambles to find sequencer, finally just picks up the phone without the headsets and just answers it.
Heather
"Good morning, Rosewood Estates, Heather speaking, what's up?"
Mary (Ms. Dietz best friend)
"Yes, nice to meet you Heather, this is Mary, one of Bernice's best freinds, is she in?"
Heather
"Yes, I know your friend...can't believe how tired she was looking this morning...
(Digging around trying to find pen to write with...finding pen and pad of sticky notes)
...you know, I just can't believe how she can stay here with all these servants running around...such an evasion you know?"
Mary
"Well, it is a big operation...takes a full team to keep that big boat sailing...so, is she in?"
Heather
"Well, she went off to some meetings...I'm sure you could raise her on her cell...poor thing...doesn't even have time for herself...cause I've seen older ladies like that...personally I think she needs a man, if you know what I mean..."
Mary
"Your very perceptive...you said your name was Heather?"
Heather
"Yea, got the first day jitters, so please excuse my viewpoints, just things a girl feels...but I will tell you you called."
Mary
"Thank you Heather, and you might be right about the man thing...nobody has put out for her in some time...good luck with your new position, bye!
She fills out sticky note and sticks it onto screen of turned off computer monitor.
Another call comes in.
Mary Sue Shipton (British business associate)
"Hello, this is Madam Mary Sue Shipton of Clayton Cosmetics...would you be a good sole and fetch Ms. Dietz for me...my Rolls I'm afraid has some road spots on her!"
Heather
"Now, does she...such a shame you can't put on a pair of shorts and a halter top and climb all over that baby...if I had a Rolls, I would Love to find some excuse to roll around on her..."
Mary Sue Shipton
"You are kidding of course...no I was requesting a moment with one of your laborers to tailor her up while I sit on the lounger and enjoy the pampering...it's customary with our club...Ms. Dietz has told you of the club, hasn't she?"
Heather
"No she hasn't, and no she's not here...you can try her cell if you wish, and yes...I will inquire of what this club is all about, sounds interesting..."
Shipton
"Very good my dear, tootles!"
Heather hanging up phone, talking to herself.
"Tootles, gee whittikers...takes all types, all types it takes...okay, who's next?"
Suddenly, Bill the gardener comes in.
"Miss Heather, we need you to approve of our transplants...we're finished and we need you to approve them."
Heather
"If I have to slip these heels back on for this and walk all the way to the back of the house, I'm gonna scream...look, I'm sure it looks fantastic and I'm doubly sure that Ms. Dietz will just Love it!"
Bill
"Yes Mam...but it is policy...the cameras must show you looking and approving it!"
Heather slamming fist
"For Heaven's sake...well, come on (getting up, walking barefooted), let's ruff it a bit...come on!"
Bill
"I wash your feet when we get back to your office here..."
Heather smirking
"Yea, and I'd bet you'd Love doing that, too...you know, I might just have you do that...we'll see Mister Kinkster..."
Going outside barefooted, she looks at perfect rows of Gardenias and Forget Me Nots.
Heather
"Oh wow, they look just perfect...you guys did a great job!"
Bill
"So, now we go back to your office and I wash feet?"
Heather pouting lips
"No, here's your job...dig me a nice big deep hole and jump in it...have your buddy here bury you up to your head, and I'll come back and wipe my feet on your face...would you like that?"
Bill
"Yes, yes...better than expected..."
Heather
"You whack...don't you have some other projects to do...get back to work.
As Heather walks back to office, Bill says to Greg.
"Very hot...like girl of my dreams for sure!"
Back at her office, Heather has about half the screen on the monitor filled with sticky notes.
The phone buzzes again.
Dan Dooley on phone
"Hello, this is Dan Dooley with Snow-Job detergents...I would like to talk with your laundry director Rosa Gutierrez.?"
Heather
"Yes, you didn't even give me a chance to do my introduction, but I can already see where this is going, so what's the point...no, you can't talk to her, but you can leave a message with me, and since you don't know my name...it will be our little secret, okay?"
Dooley
"What a great sense of humor there...but I have important news about a breakthrough detergent that will revolutionize the way you wash!"
Heather
"Are you reading this crap off a card or something...are you holding, did you even take a crap today...you know, you seem like the kind of guy that would look cute in an apron, taking out my spots on all the clothes I wear each day...but you probably couldn't handle the workload...you see, I perspire...a lot..."
Dooley
"This will only take a second...you will benefit from the amazing results..."
Heather
"You are reading a card...you turd...look the only amazing results will be the satisfaction I get from hanging the phone up on you, good (click) bye"...(pushing end button).
Heather smiling to her reflection off chrome molding on desk.
Phone rings again.
Heather
"Hello, Rosewood Estates...Heather speaking, how may I amuse you?"
Ron Barns (pest control agent)
"Hello, this is Ron Barns with Critter Zap pest control...just wanted to let Ms. Dietz know that I will be out Wednesday to do the termites and recharge the rat traps..."
Heather
"You mean we have rats and termites?"
Barns
"No Mam, that's why you have the protection...to keep things like that from happening!"
Heather
"Well, do you know that for sure...or are you just guessing?"
Barns
"Well Mam, you can never be sure of anything, so that's' why we do the bi-annual inspection, we try to stay on top of things, so you don't have to worry!"
Heather
"It's not my house...I'm not worried personally. but the only thing I have where I do live is flies and roaches...what can I do to take care of them?"
Barns
"Oh, it's a common problem, but it mostly has to do with sanitation and cleaning and sealing your holes..."
Heather
"Look smarty pants, I take a bath, sometimes twice, maybe three times a day...I always clean my holes, and I still got bugs everywhere...what about that?"
Barns
"We'd have to drop by for a visit, until I have a look, I can't make any more recommendations...just tell Ms. Dietz that I will be over Wednesday...thank you, bye!"
Heather realizes that he hung up on her, as she fills out another sticky note.
Heather to herself (scratching out the note)
"Just for that, no sticky note for you Mister!"
Phone rings again.
Heather
"Hello, Rosewood, what's kicking?"
Juan
"Hi, hello...this is Juan, Emily's boyfriend...could you be so kind and let me speak to her?"
Heather
"So, your the lucky guy...I'll bet she takes care of your sweet tooth?
Juan
"Very much, we make great Love after we feast!"
Heather
"You don't say, sounds like you toss her salad pretty well, too...and your not using the house dressing either, huh?"
Juan
"So to speak yes, it's a...it's how you say...special sauce!"
Heather
"Sounds good, you sound like a real Casanova with just a hint of dare I say...Love Slave in the mix?"
Juan laughing
"Yes, perhaps...look may I speak to her, just one moment?"
Heather
"Well, she just made me a Reuben, and I believe she's got her hand up a turkey's butt stuffing it with who knows what, but I will tell her you called."
Juan
"But please, I need to hear her voice, it would make me so happy!"
Heather
"I'll make sure she knows that, but for right now, you'll have to just listen to mine...no!"
Juan
"But please, only for a little while longer...you talk okay?"
Heather
"What in the hell are you doing...playing with yourself?"
Juan
"Yes, very much...please keep talking angry, like very much!"
Heather
"Your a sick puppy Juan...hope it all works out, I gotta go, bye!"
(3 Hours Later)
(Scene Switch)
Ms. Dietz finally returns to the Rosewood to find Heather face down on her desk, fast asleep.
She finds dozens of sticky notes stuck to monitor.
She wakes up Heather and escorts her to near by couch.
Puts blanket over and comments.
Ms. Dietz
"Guess your staying in here tonight, we'll try this again in the morning
(giving her a kiss on the forehead)
Good night Heather!"
Scene Close
Ms. Dietz
"Every year I tire of looking at the same old plants, so I have the gardeners pull and replace them...makes me feel all alive again...this is Toby and Bill...fantastic workers...they will pretty much do anything you tell them...hey boys, this is Heather, your new boss...you mind your manners and do what she tells you, understand?"
Heather whispering to Ms. Dietz
"I think I'm going to be liking this!"
Ms. Dietz
"Of course you will my Love, just don't let it go to your head, my last girl was so lustful of power, the poor thing just got out of control...and finally, this is Denise and Sam our housecleaning couple...been with us a little over a year...very efficient, very thorough, and they keep the Rosewood immaculate!"
Heather
"So, nice to meet the two of you, I'm a bit of a clean freak too...just don't like doing the cleaning...when will I have a chance to meet the field help...I see them out there...they look pretty hot..."
Ms. Dietz
"Oh, you'll have plenty of time for that...right now I need to show you the office and get you started young lady."
Heather
"This is so exciting...feel like I'm going to pee!"
Off to the side of the house, with a separate driveway connecting to it's own private parking area and entrance door. Walking inside there are several couches, some oversize'd windows looking out onto the back fields, and an odd window with heavy drapes looking out into a garage area.
In the center is a large executive desk, with a plush high back leather chair surrounded by computers, a row of surveillance monitors, and a pbx style telephone system.
Ms. Dietz
"And here's your command center...from this post, you will have full control over the whole property, including areas open to the public and areas not...so all I ask is that you be prudent in your monitoring and not snoop into other people's affairs unless requested or you have a bona fide suspicion of something, you understand?"
Heather with her mouth open
"Wow...looks like a spaceship...where do you push the button to start the thing?"
Ms. Dietz
"What button did you say?"
Heather
"You know...the launch button, like if I want to go to the moon or something?
Ms. Dietz laughing
"Well, that's true...it does just about everything else...so let's get started with the phone system...take time to familiarize yourself with the proper procedures for taking calls and recording messages...just push the 4, then 89, then 26, this will initialize the sequence into the save message mode...then prompt the computer to save the caller, where sent from, and who to...then just file that on the activity and appointment scheduler along with your I.D., and then just verify your action, and your done...Heather...Heather you home?"
Heather staring at system like a Deer into headlights
"Can't I just write it down on a sticky and tape it to the wall?"
Ms. Dietz huffing
"No Heather, now it's very important for you to follow procedures, not only because it's the rules, but because it's my rules...am I clear...and if you don't wish to play by my rules, you can't play...understand?"
Heather smirking
"Yes Mam, it's just a little more than I thought, but okay...let's do this!"
Ms. Dietz
"Now get acquainted with the system...I'm sending Benjamin over from our maintenance group, and he can show you some other things...so concentrate and do the best you can...I've got to go, I'm late for a meeting as it is...take care."
Heather talking to herself
"Come on...I'm a big girl, we can do this..."
Sitting down in the big plush chair, she slips out of her high heeled mules, curling her feet, and stretching her toes, she spots marker on house intercom to kitchen, and pushes button.
Emily answers
"Yes Miss Heather, how may I please you?"
Heather blushing
"With an offer like that I could think of a few...never mind, ah could I get a Reuben with a glass of lemonade...if you have it?"
Emily
"I make sandwich...give me a second I fresh squeeze lemon for your drink..."
Heather
"Very sweet of you Emily, I'll be here in the office, thank you!"
Suddenly, the first call of the day comes in...she scrambles to find sequencer, finally just picks up the phone without the headsets and just answers it.
Heather
"Good morning, Rosewood Estates, Heather speaking, what's up?"
Mary (Ms. Dietz best friend)
"Yes, nice to meet you Heather, this is Mary, one of Bernice's best freinds, is she in?"
Heather
"Yes, I know your friend...can't believe how tired she was looking this morning...
(Digging around trying to find pen to write with...finding pen and pad of sticky notes)
...you know, I just can't believe how she can stay here with all these servants running around...such an evasion you know?"
Mary
"Well, it is a big operation...takes a full team to keep that big boat sailing...so, is she in?"
Heather
"Well, she went off to some meetings...I'm sure you could raise her on her cell...poor thing...doesn't even have time for herself...cause I've seen older ladies like that...personally I think she needs a man, if you know what I mean..."
Mary
"Your very perceptive...you said your name was Heather?"
Heather
"Yea, got the first day jitters, so please excuse my viewpoints, just things a girl feels...but I will tell you you called."
Mary
"Thank you Heather, and you might be right about the man thing...nobody has put out for her in some time...good luck with your new position, bye!
She fills out sticky note and sticks it onto screen of turned off computer monitor.
Another call comes in.
Mary Sue Shipton (British business associate)
"Hello, this is Madam Mary Sue Shipton of Clayton Cosmetics...would you be a good sole and fetch Ms. Dietz for me...my Rolls I'm afraid has some road spots on her!"
Heather
"Now, does she...such a shame you can't put on a pair of shorts and a halter top and climb all over that baby...if I had a Rolls, I would Love to find some excuse to roll around on her..."
Mary Sue Shipton
"You are kidding of course...no I was requesting a moment with one of your laborers to tailor her up while I sit on the lounger and enjoy the pampering...it's customary with our club...Ms. Dietz has told you of the club, hasn't she?"
Heather
"No she hasn't, and no she's not here...you can try her cell if you wish, and yes...I will inquire of what this club is all about, sounds interesting..."
Shipton
"Very good my dear, tootles!"
Heather hanging up phone, talking to herself.
"Tootles, gee whittikers...takes all types, all types it takes...okay, who's next?"
Suddenly, Bill the gardener comes in.
"Miss Heather, we need you to approve of our transplants...we're finished and we need you to approve them."
Heather
"If I have to slip these heels back on for this and walk all the way to the back of the house, I'm gonna scream...look, I'm sure it looks fantastic and I'm doubly sure that Ms. Dietz will just Love it!"
Bill
"Yes Mam...but it is policy...the cameras must show you looking and approving it!"
Heather slamming fist
"For Heaven's sake...well, come on (getting up, walking barefooted), let's ruff it a bit...come on!"
Bill
"I wash your feet when we get back to your office here..."
Heather smirking
"Yea, and I'd bet you'd Love doing that, too...you know, I might just have you do that...we'll see Mister Kinkster..."
Going outside barefooted, she looks at perfect rows of Gardenias and Forget Me Nots.
Heather
"Oh wow, they look just perfect...you guys did a great job!"
Bill
"So, now we go back to your office and I wash feet?"
Heather pouting lips
"No, here's your job...dig me a nice big deep hole and jump in it...have your buddy here bury you up to your head, and I'll come back and wipe my feet on your face...would you like that?"
Bill
"Yes, yes...better than expected..."
Heather
"You whack...don't you have some other projects to do...get back to work.
As Heather walks back to office, Bill says to Greg.
"Very hot...like girl of my dreams for sure!"
Back at her office, Heather has about half the screen on the monitor filled with sticky notes.
The phone buzzes again.
Dan Dooley on phone
"Hello, this is Dan Dooley with Snow-Job detergents...I would like to talk with your laundry director Rosa Gutierrez.?"
Heather
"Yes, you didn't even give me a chance to do my introduction, but I can already see where this is going, so what's the point...no, you can't talk to her, but you can leave a message with me, and since you don't know my name...it will be our little secret, okay?"
Dooley
"What a great sense of humor there...but I have important news about a breakthrough detergent that will revolutionize the way you wash!"
Heather
"Are you reading this crap off a card or something...are you holding, did you even take a crap today...you know, you seem like the kind of guy that would look cute in an apron, taking out my spots on all the clothes I wear each day...but you probably couldn't handle the workload...you see, I perspire...a lot..."
Dooley
"This will only take a second...you will benefit from the amazing results..."
Heather
"You are reading a card...you turd...look the only amazing results will be the satisfaction I get from hanging the phone up on you, good (click) bye"...(pushing end button).
Heather smiling to her reflection off chrome molding on desk.
Phone rings again.
Heather
"Hello, Rosewood Estates...Heather speaking, how may I amuse you?"
Ron Barns (pest control agent)
"Hello, this is Ron Barns with Critter Zap pest control...just wanted to let Ms. Dietz know that I will be out Wednesday to do the termites and recharge the rat traps..."
Heather
"You mean we have rats and termites?"
Barns
"No Mam, that's why you have the protection...to keep things like that from happening!"
Heather
"Well, do you know that for sure...or are you just guessing?"
Barns
"Well Mam, you can never be sure of anything, so that's' why we do the bi-annual inspection, we try to stay on top of things, so you don't have to worry!"
Heather
"It's not my house...I'm not worried personally. but the only thing I have where I do live is flies and roaches...what can I do to take care of them?"
Barns
"Oh, it's a common problem, but it mostly has to do with sanitation and cleaning and sealing your holes..."
Heather
"Look smarty pants, I take a bath, sometimes twice, maybe three times a day...I always clean my holes, and I still got bugs everywhere...what about that?"
Barns
"We'd have to drop by for a visit, until I have a look, I can't make any more recommendations...just tell Ms. Dietz that I will be over Wednesday...thank you, bye!"
Heather realizes that he hung up on her, as she fills out another sticky note.
Heather to herself (scratching out the note)
"Just for that, no sticky note for you Mister!"
Phone rings again.
Heather
"Hello, Rosewood, what's kicking?"
Juan
"Hi, hello...this is Juan, Emily's boyfriend...could you be so kind and let me speak to her?"
Heather
"So, your the lucky guy...I'll bet she takes care of your sweet tooth?
Juan
"Very much, we make great Love after we feast!"
Heather
"You don't say, sounds like you toss her salad pretty well, too...and your not using the house dressing either, huh?"
Juan
"So to speak yes, it's a...it's how you say...special sauce!"
Heather
"Sounds good, you sound like a real Casanova with just a hint of dare I say...Love Slave in the mix?"
Juan laughing
"Yes, perhaps...look may I speak to her, just one moment?"
Heather
"Well, she just made me a Reuben, and I believe she's got her hand up a turkey's butt stuffing it with who knows what, but I will tell her you called."
Juan
"But please, I need to hear her voice, it would make me so happy!"
Heather
"I'll make sure she knows that, but for right now, you'll have to just listen to mine...no!"
Juan
"But please, only for a little while longer...you talk okay?"
Heather
"What in the hell are you doing...playing with yourself?"
Juan
"Yes, very much...please keep talking angry, like very much!"
Heather
"Your a sick puppy Juan...hope it all works out, I gotta go, bye!"
(3 Hours Later)
(Scene Switch)
Ms. Dietz finally returns to the Rosewood to find Heather face down on her desk, fast asleep.
She finds dozens of sticky notes stuck to monitor.
She wakes up Heather and escorts her to near by couch.
Puts blanket over and comments.
Ms. Dietz
"Guess your staying in here tonight, we'll try this again in the morning
(giving her a kiss on the forehead)
Good night Heather!"
Scene Close
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