The word from the street
TONY
“You remember I told you about that homeless guy who got killed maybe a month ago? You know, Silvio, the one who lived in that park just south of Queen and Roncesvalles. Anyway, I just went by there and those flowers that people left on his bench are still sitting there. It’s pretty sad; probably the first time he got flowers is when he died.”
PHILIP
“Your face looks like there’s something wrong. What’s going on?”
TONY
“You know my friend with the scruffy beard who sits down the street sometimes? Well, his girlfriend just died. Anyway, I’m trying to get some dollars together so I can get her some flowers.”
PHILIP
“Tony, excuse me for saying so but you don’t even have a roof over your head; you can’t go spending money on flowers.”
TONY
“Yea Phil, but she was my friend too.”
PHILIP
“So Tony, what’s the best advice you ever got?
TONY
“I don’t know if it’s the best, but it’s a good one: ‘If there’s a woman mad at you, and especially your wife, just get her some flowers. Works every time.”
TONY (walking into a local convenience store)
“Hey Phil.”
PHILIP
“What’s up?”
TONY
“Just going to use their phone to see if my flowers got delivered. My “second mom” just died so I’m sending flowers. I met her 15 years ago when we were both working at this old people’s home where I was the maintenance guy. She asked me to help her get some barrels into a van and I gave her a hand. After she moved back to Jamaica, she came up from time to time to visit her kids up here and she’d give me a bottle of Jamaican rum, extra proof, every time.
She was really a second mom to me. My diabetic friend is pretty sad too. We’re gonna miss her.”
Homeless Man Speaks 