Hello there!

How has 2018 treated you so far? In the mood for this year’s first script excerpt?

Let’s see if we can find Milly and eavesdrop for a while…

Sigrid

“I think that’s everything,” Milly said as she looked around the living room.

Hannah put down Milly’s suitcase in the hallway. “Really? That wasn’t too bad.”

Milly rolled her head a few times to work out the kinks in her neck. “No. I’m so tired, though.”

“Let’s take one last look around so we can go,” Hannah replied, walking back into the living room.

“Sure,” Milly said. She stretched her arms above her head. “God, can we sleep for 12 hours once we get back to NYC?”

Hannah chuckled, stepping behind Milly and wrapping her arms around her. “Oh yes,” she said as she placed soft kisses on Milly’s neck.

Milly closed her eyes. “Mmmm, that’s not going to lead to sleeping…”

“Maybe not at first,” Hannah replied. Her breath was tickling Milly’s ear.

“Stop it,” Milly said, grinning. “Or I am dragging you to that couch to make you finish what you started.”

“Ok, ok, I’ll let you go,” Hannah said, but kept her arms in place. She did stop teasing Milly.

Milly sighed. “We better get out of here. It’s 2AM. By the time we get to your hotel, it’ll be 4.”

Hannah rested her chin on Milly’s shoulder. “Are you happy you’re going home? Or sad it’s over?” she asked.

Milly pursed her lips. “I’m glad I’m leaving this place,” she said after a second or two.

“Why?”

Milly covered Hannah’s hands with her own and looked down. She thought their hands looked good together.

“I just am,” she said, not quite able to get a grasp on what she was feeling.

“Are you still upset after what happened in that parking lot?” Hannah asked softly.

Milly clenched her jaw. “Maybe a little. I haven’t allowed myself to think about it too much. But it did get under my skin.”

“Did you ever hear back from the police?”

Milly shook her head. “No. Nothing.”

She could feel Hannah nodding. “I’m glad you’re coming back too.”

Milly smiled tiredly. “We better get back to work then.”

“Yeah. Can you drop the key in a mailbox or something?”

“Yup,” Milly said, “The janitor lives downstairs.”

Hannah straightened up and headed for the bedroom. “How about I check the bedroom and bathroom. You do the living room and kitchen?”

“Aye aye Captain!” Milly joked. She looked around the room and decided she should inspect the couch for lost objects.

She was peeking under the second couch pillow when Hannah yelled something from the other room, “You really are tired, aren’t you?”

Milly pushed herself up with a groan. Hannah walked back into the living room, holding Milly’s pillow and pyjamas.

Milly covered her mouth. “Oh God,” she said. “They were still on the bed?”

“No, in the bathroom sink.” Hannah grinned.

Milly flopped onto the couch. “My brain is shutting down.”

“It was a looooong night,” Hannah said as she sat down next to Milly.

“I can’t believe your Mom showed up,” Milly said.

“I can’t believe *your* Mom showed up!” Hannah replied.

Milly giggled. “It was kind of a mess.”

Hannah clicked her tongue. “Yeah, not what I had imagined.”

Milly took Hannah’s hand in hers. Their fingers entwined.

“I think my parents really liked your mom,” she said.

“Dinner went well, didn’t it?”

“Yes, I can’t believe how kind your mom was. I mean, she was so…”

Milly looked for the right word. She didn’t want to insult Hannah.

“Normal?” Hannah suggested.

Milly met her gaze. “How did you know I was going to say that?”

Hannah shrugged. “Lots of people think my mom is this stuck-up lady. The French accent doesn’t help.”

She looked away.

“And in a way she is, stuck-up, I mean,” Hannah said after a few seconds. “But other times, she’s just the sweetest person.”

“What was she like when you were a kid?” Milly asked.

Hannah immediately smiled. “Wonderful. She was a lot more relaxed back then. You know, more spontaneous.”

Milly rubbed the back of Hannah’s hand with her thumb.

“She started putting up walls after my dad died,” Hannah said.

The fatigue Milly had felt before was suddenly gone. “Do you mind if I…?”

Hannah frowned and looked down. “His heart. Too much work, too many late night dinners.”

Milly nodded sadly. She wasn’t sure what to say. “How old were you?” she finally asked.

“18.”

Milly couldn’t imagine what it must feel like to lose your father at such a young age. Just thinking about losing her own made her chest tighten.

Hannah pulled back her hand. “Right, sorry. Let’s get going. We don’t have time for this,” she said and got up.

See you on Saturday for the full episode 😉