Summer Chaos.

PURPLE SUIT PROBLEMS *The hospital doors slammed open.* Mark: “Where the hell is Grandpa?!” *A nurse, Nurse Ana, pointed down the hallway.* Nurse Ana: “Room 213.” *Mark marched inside, already angry at the entire universe.* *He stopped.* *Grandpa was lying there peacefully.* *Dead.* *Mark stared at him.* Mark: “...Damn it.” *No tears.* *No dramatic music.* *Just pure irritation.* Mark: “Of course you had to die NOW. Couldn't you wait until after the weekend?” *He pulled out his phone and called Luka.* *Meanwhile, Luka was having a completely different problem.* *Two angry men, Debt Man 1 and Debt Man 2, were standing in front of him.* Debt Man 1: “You owe us money.” Luka: “I know.” Debt Man 2: “Where is it?” Luka: “Currently... not in my pocket.” *His phone rang.* *He answered.* Luka: “What?” Mark: “Grandpa's dead.” *Luka froze.* Luka: “WHAT?!” *He looked at the men.* Luka: “Uh... I'll call you back.” *He hung up.* Debt Man 1: “Who was that?” Luka: “My brother.” Debt Man 2: “What did he want?” Luka: “To tell me our grandpa died.” *The men stared at him.* Debt Man 1: “You don't look sad.” Luka: “I'm busy.” *---* *THE FUNERAL PROBLEM* *Back at the hospital, Mark was arguing with Dr. Petrov.* Mark: “We need clothes.” Dr. Petrov: “For yourself?” Mark: “FOR THE DEAD MAN!” Dr. Petrov: “Oh.” Mark: “We can't bury him naked!” *The doctor shrugged.* Dr. Petrov: “Purple suit?” *Mark stared at him.* Mark: “Where did you even get that?” Dr. Petrov: “Long story.” *Mark looked at Grandpa.* Mark: “Fine. Purple it is.” *---* *MEANWHILE...* *At a small café, you sat at a table with a five-year-old girl, Mila.* *Her mother had left her with you temporarily while she went to find money.* *You had no idea what to do with children.* *Mila stared at you.* *You stared back.* You: “What's your name?” Mila: “Secret.” You: “How old are you?” Mila: “Five.” You: “That's not a secret.” Mila: “I changed my mind.” *You sighed.* *The bartender, Ethan, brought her juice.* *She finished it.* *Then another.* *Then another.* *You stared.* You: “Are you drinking those or filling a swimming pool?” Mila: “I'm thirsty.” You: “You already had six.” Mila: “Seven.” *You slowly put your head on the table.* *Ethan walked over.* Jovan: “She's eaten two pizzas.” You: “TWO?” *Mila raised one finger.* Mila: “And I can do three.” You: “Please don't.” *She looked at you.* Mila: “Daddy?” *You nearly fell out of your chair*. You: “I'm not your dad.” Mila: “Okay, Daddy.” You: “That's worse.” *---* *BACK AT THE HOSPITAL* *Mark had somehow convinced Dr. Petrov to have a drink with him.* Mark: “In some cultures, you don't bury people immediately.” Dr. Petrov: “Really?” Mark: “Absolutely.” Dr. Petrov: “Which culture?” Mark: “A very... specific one.” *Luka finally arrived.* *He slapped both of them lightly on the back of the head.* Luka: “THIS ISN'T WHERE WE WERE SUPPOSED TO MEET!” Dr. Petrov: “Culture.” *Luka paused.* *He understood.* Luka: “Ah.” *He looked at Grandpa.* Luka: “We're lying to ourselves now.” *---* *GRANDPA'S ROAD TRIP* *The brothers loaded Grandpa into a wheelchair.* Mark: “Careful.” Luka: “He's dead.” Mark: “I KNOW.” *They put him into the car.* *Mark grabbed the keys.* Luka: “You're driving?” Mark: “Yes.” Luka: “You're drunk.” Mark: “A little.” Luka: “Move.” *Luka took the keys.* *As they drove away, Mark looked at the scratched car.* Luka: “Why is the car damaged?” Mark: “I slammed the brakes and hit some trash cans.” Luka: “WHY?” Mark: “I wanted to see Grandpa alive.” *Silence.* Luka: “He's dead.” Mark: “I know.” *---* *THE GIRL* *Back at the café, Mila was eating her second pizza.* *You called Ethan over.* You: “Is this normal?” Ethan: “No.” You: “How much juice has she had?” Ethan: “Ten.” *You stared at Mila.* You: “Do you want to go home?” Mila: “No.” You: “Where's your house?” *She suddenly became very quiet.* *You looked at Ethan* *Ethan leans closer* Jovan: “I can find out.” *A few minutes later, Mila finally gave an address.* *You looked at Ethan* You: “How did you get that out of her?” *Ethan smiled.* Jovan: “Trade secret.” *You didn't ask.* *---* *THE WRONG HOUSE* *You brought Mila to the building.* You: “Do you have a key?” *She shook her head.* You: “Neighbor?” *Another shake.* *You turned around.* You: “Okay. I'll leave you here.” *Mila immediately grabbed your sleeve.* Mila: “You're running away.” You: “No.” Mila: “Yes.” You: “No.” Mila: “Yes.” *You sighed.* You: “Fine.” *You took her with you.* *A police car appeared outside.* *Mila suddenly covered her mouth.* You: “What?” Mila: “I feel sick.” You: “Wonderful.” *You dragged her back inside.* You: “You can use the bathroom upstairs.” *She disappeared.* *A moment later—* Mila: “I'M DONE!” *You looked at the door.* You: “That was fast.” *You grabbed her hand.* You: “Let's go.” *You didn't realize the doorway she'd just used belonged to the brothers.* *---* *THE TRAIN* *Meanwhile, the brothers were preparing Grandpa for the journey.* *They fixed his hair.* *They put the purple suit on him*. *They carefully adjusted his face so he wouldn't look obviously dead.* *Then Luka reached into his pocket.* Luka: “Train tickets.” Mark: “How many?” Luka: “Three.” *He looked at Grandpa.* Luka: “Well... technically three.” *They carried him onto the train.* *Nobody noticed.* *They sat down.* *Grandpa sat between them.* Mark: “Perfect.” Luka: “This is the worst thing we've ever done.” Mark: “Not even close.” *---* *ON THE TRAIN* *You and Mila found a compartment.* *A man in his forties looked at them.* Man: “You can sit here.” You: “Thanks.” *Mila climbed onto the seat.* Man: “What's her name?” *Mila crossed her arms.* Mila: “I don't tell bald people my name.” *Everyone laughed.* *The man touched his head.* Man: “I'm not bald.” Mila: “Your forehead disagrees.” *You covered your face.* You: “Please stop talking.” Mila: “Why?” You: “Because you're destroying everyone.” *Nearby, an older woman, Grandma Vesna, was struggling with her luggage.* Man: “Ma'am, your bag looks like it's going to fall.” Grandma Vesna: “Thank you.” *Mila whispered:* Mila: “He's flirting.” You: “How do you know?” Mila: “I watch television.” *---* *THE ACCIDENT* *Inside the train bar, the brothers were having just a little to drink.* *Meanwhile, the luggage above Grandpa shifted.* *The older man pointed at it.* Man: “I told you that was going to fall.” *The train entered a tunnel.* *The luggage dropped.* *THUMP.* *Everyone froze.* *The man looked at Grandpa.* Man: “Oh no.” *He touched Grandpa's shoulder.* *Nothing.* Man: “He's dead.” *The criminal-looking passenger, Petar, stared.* Petar: “We're going to prison.” *Grandma Vesna whispered:* Grandma Vesna: “You're a genius.” *Petar looked at her.* Petar: “You called me full of shit five minutes ago.” Grandma Vesna: “People change.” *They decided Grandpa had to disappear before anyone called the police.* *They carried him away.* *---* *THE BROTHERS RETURN* *Mark returned from the bar.* *He looked at the empty seat.* Mark: “Where's Grandpa?” *Luka stared at him.* Luka: “WHERE'S GRANDPA?!” Mark: “I THOUGHT YOU HAD HIM!” Luka: “I THOUGHT YOU HAD HIM!” *They screamed at each other*. *A police officer, Officer Kovač, approached.* Officer Kovač: “What's happening?” *Both brothers instantly smiled.* Mark: “Nothing.” Luka: “Grandpa went to the toilet.” Officer Kovač: “He's not there.” *Silence.* Mark: “Maybe... another toilet?” *---* *THE WORST POSSIBLE HIDING PLACE* *Outside the train, a man, Miro, noticed something strange on electrical wires.* *He stared.* Miro: “What the hell is that?” *He called his wife.* *They both stared at Grandpa in the purple suit.* Wife: “Is that a person?” Miro: “Unfortunately.” Wife: “What do we do?” Miro: “Put him somewhere else.” *Eventually, they moved Grandpa and left him somewhere they thought nobody would look.* *Unfortunately, that only created another problem.* *---* *YOU GET LOST AGAIN* *You were searching for your way through the station with Mila.* Mila: “Are we lost?” You: “No.” Mila: “Then why are you walking in circles?” You: “I'm thinking.” Mila: “You're thinking in circles.” *You stopped.* You: “You're annoying.” Mila: “Thank you.” *---* *THE BROTHERS FIND YOU* *The brothers finally spotted you.* Mark: “YOU!” *You turned.* You: “Me?” Luka: “WHERE ARE YOU GOING?” You: “Somewhere else.” Mark: “WHERE'S GRANDPA?” *You stared.* You: “What Grandpa?” *The brothers stared at each other.* Luka: “Wrong person.” Mark: “Sorry,Man." *They walked away.* *You watched them.* Mila: “Those men are weird.” You: “Extremely.” *---* *THE COOLER* *Eventually, Grandpa ended up inside a random vehicle's cooler compartment.* *The driver, Miro, had absolutely no idea.* *He started driving.* *Five minutes later, Officer Kovač stopped him.* Officer Kovač: “Open the back.” Miro: “Why?” Officer Kovač: “Just do it.” *Miro opened it slightly.* *He saw Grandpa.* *He immediately closed it.* Miro: “Nothing here.” *The officer stared.* Officer Kovač: “Fine.” *The vehicle drove away.* *Inside the cooler, Grandpa remained completely silent.* *Because, obviously, he was dead.* *---* *THE FINAL PROBLEM* *You, Mila, and Ethan were now together.* *The brothers were still searching.* *The mysterious cooler was driving toward the city where Grandpa's funeral would happen.* *And nobody knew where Grandpa actually was.* *Tomorrow was the funeral.* *Mark looked at Luka.* Mark: “Dad is going to kill us.” Luka: “If Grandpa doesn't kill us first.” Mark: “He's dead.” Luka: “Exactly.” *Meanwhile, you looked down at Mila.* *She was drinking another juice.* You: “That's your eleventh.” Mila: “Lucky number.” *You sighed.* *A car passed them.* *You looked at it.* *Mila looked too.* Mila: “That's probably Grandpa.” You: “Why would Grandpa be in a car?” *She shrugged.* Mila: “Everybody's in cars.” *You stared into the distance.* *Somewhere ahead, two brothers were chasing a dead man.* *A stranger was unknowingly transporting a corpse.* *A policeman was suspicious.* *A grandmother had somehow become part of a criminal conspiracy.* *And you were stuck with a five-year-old who had apparently decided you were her mother.* Mila: “Mommy?” *You blinked.* You: “...What?” Mila: “You said you're not Daddy.” You: “I'm same gender as you do I look like daddy to you?" Mila: “So you're Mommy.” *You slowly turned your head.* You: “I am not your—” *She immediately pointed at a passing couple.* Mila: “That man looks like Grandpa.” You: “WHY DOES EVERYONE LOOK LIKE GRANDPA TO YOU?!” *She ignored you completely.* Mila: “Mommy, can we get pizza?” *You closed your eyes.* You: “...Fine.” Mila: “Two?” You: “One.” Mila: “Three?” You: “GET IN THE CAR.” *And the chaos continued.*