INT. MANAGER'S APARTMENT – CONTINUOUS
An old woman, Grandma, sits on the sofa watching news on the TV. She doesn't look up as Ella enters.
ELLA
Grandma?
GRANDMA
(squinting)
Who are you?
ELLA
(smiling, but hurt)
Come on, Grandma, don't joke. You really forgot me?
(silence)
You really did...?
GRANDMA
(dryly)
How could I forget the girl who only ever brought me trouble?
Your face is printed on my brain. Even if I get Alzheimer's, I'd still remember a headache like you.
ELLA
(laughs softly)
I wasn't that bad... was I?
GRANDMA
Just tell me why you're here now.
ELLA
I missed you. I just wanted to see you.
GRANDMA
What am I, a gold bar? You can't live without me now?
ELLA
No... You're a diamond.
GRANDMA
(rolls eyes)
I don't have money. Just leave.
ELLA
I'm not here for money. I just wanted to see you.
And maybe... hear your taunts again.
Grandma stands slowly.
[Grandma walks toward the stairs.]
Grandma: Hey, you—new boy. Bean, you forgot what I told you.
Boy: Ma'am, it's Ben, not Bean. And I tried to stop her, but she said she knows you well enough to visit.
Grandma: I don't have anyone in my life who knows me that well to visit.
Ben: Okay, ma'am…
Ella: Oh, come on, Grandma. You really don't want me to visit?
Grandma: I never said that. I said you don't know me well. [She sits back on the sofa.]
Ella: If you never let down this China wall, how am I supposed to know you well?
Grandma: What do you mean by "China wall"?
Ella: I've worked here for three years, and I still know you better than you think—even with those China walls up.
Grandma: Oh, shut up now. [She turns toward the TV. Damian's interview is on the news with the headline: A Tight Slap to the Haters – Damian Clarifies the Truth. Ella's eyes widen as she reads it.]
Grandma: I've seen this kid before… but where?
(Ella suddenly stands.)
Grandma: What happened? Bitten by an ant?
Ella: I'll have to go. Bye! (She runs out.)
Ben: Hey! Your phone!
(Ella rushes back, grabs it.)
Ella: Thanks! (Runs off again.)
Grandma: What does she think she is… Bolt? (Turns back and changes the channel to a soap show.)
Grandma: Finally… got it. What's the channel number?
Ben: 205. (Hands her tea.)
Grandma: And who are you?
Ben: (Sighs.)
