Drama on Odyssey: A Hidden Gem
When the previous tenant was a gangster... Who knows what you can find in your home?
Setting: An apartment in the 1980s. SABINA enters, carrying two suitcases.
SABINA: Damn, Vic, what did you pack? Your pet rocks?
Her sister, VICTORIA, enters behind her, hauling more luggage, along with a roller bag.
VICTORIA: You I haven't had one of those in like five years. Anyway, thanks for letting me crash here.
SABINA: Don't mention it. Besides, the place will need a bit of company when I'm overseas.
VICTORIA: I know... Once you're off desk duty. Maybe come work in stocks, like me?
SABINA: You think I'm going to be a yuppie slave of the man?
VICTORIA: Says the chick working for the CIA.
SABINA: Yeah, well... Isn't it a step up from when the neighbors accused Dad of working for the KGB?
VICTORIA: Yeah... But you have to admit, that would have been less boring than that Levittown.
SABINA: This place isn't. I heard it used to belong to some gnarly gangster in the 20s. Or bootlegger. Depends on the story.
VICTORIA: Maybe his stash is hidden around somewhere.
SABINA: Do you mean cash or booze?
VICTORIA: Both, I hope!
SABINA: Trust me, I've searched every nook and cranny in the living room and under the bed.
VICTORIA: Leave it to you to have a thing for bootleg.
SABINA: I was looking for a place to plug in the new Toshiba TV. Well... There is somewhere that looks suspicious, but you're not going to believe me.
VICTORIA: Where is it?
SABINA: My bathroom.
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SETTING: A MASTER BATHROOM. VICTORIA and SABINA stand before a dusty old door.
VICTORIA: I mean, this could be another closet.
SABINA: Looking under it, it didn't look that way. No dusty brooms, trust me, I would have sneezed my head off.
VICTORIA: Um... Why not open it?
SABINA: I tried. Maybe my locksmithing isn't as great as Dedushka's. And I tried force, too.
VICTORIA: We can't leave it now, though. You got me curious.
SABINA: We could always try again.... We have two people now.
VICTORIA: Fine... Just let me take this blazer off. It's new.
SABINA: And it makes your shoulders look huge.
VICTORIA: Do you want my help or not?
SABINA: Okay, fine. On three, we break down the door. One. Two. Three!
SABINA and VICTORIA both run up to the door and try breaking it down. It doesn't seem to budge.
VICTORIA: It's not working.
SABINA: Try going harder. Again. One, two, three!
SABINA AND VICTORIA run into the door again, and this time, it opens with a loud creak.
VICTORIA: Oh, yay. A ladder.
SABINA: A ladder to treasure? Would you rather get a shovel?
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SETTING: AN UNDERGROUND BUNKER
SABINA AND VICTORIA descend down a ladder. The room seems to be divided in two, with a bar and lounge on one side and a what seems to be a makeshift brewery on the other. Only, all that's left of it are a couple of scatter barrels.
SABINA: Radical!
VICTORIA: Huh... I thought most of the speakeasies were in dark alleys or something?
SABINA: I guess this guy defined totally exclusive. You only get in if you know someone who knew someone who knew someone--
VICTORIA: Yeah.... I bet that would have been tubular.
SABINA: I mean, this is under our apartment, so it's ours now...
VICTORIA: What are you thinking?
SABINA: I'm thinking, maybe we should fix this place up... It needs some updating.
VICTORIA: Man... I kinda liked the vintage charm. We have to keep at least a few things.
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