1 INT. SMALL ROOM
We see a WOMAN (40s) organizing boxes for the homeless. Various foodstuffs surround her as she tries to establish some order on this chaos. Her name is JUNE. After contemplating the placement of an unmarked can, she sighs. She puts it down and looks at another. In walks another woman (30s) named SUSAN. She is carrying yet another box of food items.
What? Even more? At this rate, I’ll be doing this all night!
Well, maybe if you organized better, you wouldn’t have this problem.
CLOSE ON various boxes, bags and other items covering the floor, a nearby corner and generally every surface .
Anyway… what did you bring?
I went by the store… and picked these up. Just simple stuff.
JUNE (pulling things out of the box)
Good. Good. These will – what are these?
SUSAN (stepping away)
I’ll just be going then.
JUNE (holding up a set of cans)
Susan, what are these?
They’re just, you know, food. They’re fine.
CLOSE IN on one of the cans. In a prominent place on the label is the word DIET.
It says “diet”.
They – They’re be fine. The homeless won’t care.
Susan. Really? Giving diet food to the homeless?
They’re not mine! I just – I picked them up. From a friend. A friend who wanted to help the homeless.
Did I ask where they came from? I’m not concerned about that. It’s this label. I think the homeless have enough problems. Losing weight is not one of them.
SUSAN (motioning at June)
Everyone could stand to lose some… weight – they’re not mine.
JUNE (glaring at Susan)
They’re from a “friend”. Yes, I got it. Thank you. For bring them in. Now. Please go.
SUSAN, leaving, slams the door. JUNE sighs again and picks up the “diet” food. She considers it for a few moments, moves it from hand to hand. She toss it into one of the boxes and looks around.
Now, where did I put those peaches?