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                                                   The   Oreo   Baby


                                Atharva   Patil   2017A4PS0256P,   G   Sundar   2017A4PS0383P,   Lakshay   Nagpal
                                                      2017A4PS0308P   and   Satya   Praneet   2017A8PS0428P

               CHARACTERS

               Elliot  Jones:  a  former  Olympic  swimmer  who  is  now  a  swimming  instructor  at  a  high  school.
               He’s  a  classically  handsome  Caucasian  man  in  his  mid-forties.  He’s  very  tall  and  looks  young
               for   his   age.   He   is   easy   going   and   always   stays   calm.

               Emilia  Jones:  a  housewife  in  her  early  forties.  She  is  the  wife  of  Elliot.  Emilia  is  extremely
               good   looking   like   her   husband.

               Hannah  Davis:  an  eighteen-year-old  high  school  going.  She  is  mature  for  her  age.  She  is  a
               student   of   Elliot.   She   is   always   cheerful

               SETTING

               Modest  minimalistic  square  room.  A  door  at  one  of  the  corners.  Wardrobe  beside  the  door.
               Bookshelf  along  the  wall  on  another  side  of  the  door.  A  much  larger  shelf  on  the  wall  across
               the  door  filled  with  all  kinds  of  sports  awards.  A  middle-aged  Caucasian  man  with  his  wife
               lying  on  their  king-size  bed  touching  the  wall  across  the  bookshelf.  A  small  table  rests  beside
               the   bed   near   the   shelf   with   awards.   A   lamp   on   the   table   dimly   lights   the   room.

               BEGIN.

               (Exhausted   after   getting   frisky,   Elliot   and   Emilia   lay   besides   each   other   with   their  hands
               entwined.)

               Emilia:  You  call  yourself  an  Olympic  swimmer,  but  it  seems  your  sperm  can’t  swim.  We  are
               in   our   forties,   Elliot!

               Elliot:   Don’t   worry,   darling.   We   have   only   been   trying   for   eight   years!

               Emilia:   Shut   up!
               (Sound  of  a  gunshot  is  heard.  Both  get  up.  Elliot  instinctively  grabs  hold  of  his  Colt  .45  from
               his   bedside   table.)

               Emilia:   Relax   tiger.   I’m   sure   it’s   just   a   car   backfire.

               Elliot:   Still,   let   me   check   out   from   the   window.

               (Elliot  looks  out  of  the  window.  He  spots  something  moving  in  the  yard  below  them.  He  aims
               his   gun   and   fires,   impatiently.)

               (A   dog   whimpers.)

               Elliot:   Told   you,   honey.   We   would   need   the   gun   someday.






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