Boyhood Page #7

DAD:

You guys ready for the big game?

SAMANTHA:

Yeah.

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DAD:

Sam, who are the Astros playing

tonight?

SAMANTHA:

I don't know.

DAD:

Milwaukee Brewers. Alright, get to

know 'em, get to hate 'em. Mase!

How you been, huh? How was your

week?

MASON:

Pretty good.

DAD:

Yeah? What you been up to?

MASON:

Not much.

DAD (O.S.)

No? You still hangin' with that kid

Joe?

MASON:

Yeah.

DAD:

Yeah, he's still your best friend?

MASON:

Yeah, I guess.

DAD:

Okay.

(To Samantha)

How 'bout you? How was your week?

SAMANTHA:

Fine.

DAD (O.S.)

What you been up to?

SAMANTHA:

Nothin' really.

DAD:

You um, you still working on that

sculpture project?

SAMANTHA (O.S.)

Yeah.

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DAD (O.S.)

Yeah?

SAMANTHA:

Almost finished.

DAD (O.S.)

What's it of?

SAMANTHA:

Nothing.

Dad pulls the car over and parks.

DAD:

Alright, no-no-no-no-no. Nope, that

is not how we're going to talk to

one another. Alright? Now, I will

not be that guy. You can not put me

in that category, alright? The

biological father who I spend every

other week with and I make polite

conversation, you know, while he

drives me places and buys me sh*t.

No! Talk to me.

He turns to Samantha in the passenger seat.

DAD (CONT'D)

Samantha, how was your week? Uh, I

don't know Dad, it was kind of tough.

Billy and Ellen broke up, and Ellen's

kind of mad at me because she saw me

talking to Billy in the cafeteria.

And you remember that sculpture I

was working on? Well, it was a

unicorn and the horn broke off. So,

now it's zebra. Okay? But I still

think I'm going to get an 'A'.

Alright?

Dad turns around to address Mason in the back seat.

DAD (CONT'D)

Mason, uh, how was your week? Well

Dad, you know it was kind of tough.

Joe, he's kind of a jerk, actually.

He stole some cigarettes from his

mom and he wanted me to smoke 'em.

But I said no, cause I knew what a

hard time you had quittin' smokin',

Dad. How 'bout that? Is that so

hard?

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SAMANTHA:

Dad, these questions are kind of

hard to answer.

DAD:

What is so hard to answer about what

sculpture are you making?

SAMANTHA:

It's abstract.

DAD:

Okay. Okay, that's good. See,

that's, I didn't know that. I didn't

know you were even interested in

abstract art.

SAMANTHA:

I'm not. They make us do it.

MASON:

But Dad, I mean why is it all on us

though? You know, what about you?

How was your week? You know, who do

hang out with? Do you have a

girlfriend? What have you been up

to?

DAD:

I see your point.

Mason smiles.

DAD (CONT'D)

So we should just let it happen more

natural, right? That's what you're

sayin', right?

Mason nods.

DAD (CONT'D)

Okay. That's what we'll do. Starting

now.

EXT. BUTTERFLY MUSEUM - DAY

Dad, Samantha, and Mason are pointing out different

butterflies they find, using a nature chart. A butterfly

lands on Mason's shoulder.

MASON:

Hey, check this out.

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SAMANTHA:

That would be a... That would be a

Magnificent Owl. Caligo Atreus.

DAD:

What's that one? Look at this.

Dad opens his hands and shows them a butterfly in his palms.

SAMANTHA (O.S.)

Whoa.

DAD:

What kind is that?

SAMANTHA:

That looks like a Zebra Longwing.

DAD:

Alright.

SAMANTHA:

Cool.

DAD:

This one's incredible. That's the

owl one, right?

SAMANTHA:

Yeah. Magnificent Owl.

DAD:

I think he went pee-pee on you, bud.

Dad laughs.

EXT. SCULPTURE GARDEN - DAY

Dad, Samantha, and Mason play tag around a large outdoor

sculpture.

MASON:

One, two, three, four, five...

Soon they are running in circles around it.

DAD:

Ahaa! Ahh! Get away from me! Get

away from me! Get your sister --

Ahh!

EXT. PARK - DAY

Dad is tossing a football with Mason and Samantha.

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DAD:

Yo, Mase, look at me here. Make a

diamond with your hands, alright?

Fingers and thumbs. Keep your hands

soft. Hey, Sam.

Samantha throws the football to Dad.

DAD (CONT'D)

Very nice. That's how you want to

catch it, just like that. Even when

you're runnin', that's what you're

thinkin' about, that diamond. That

diamond, and soft hands.

Dad throws the ball to Mason.

DAD (CONT'D)

There it is.

Mason throws the ball back to Samantha.

EXT. PARK - MOMENTS LATER

Dad, Samantha, and Mason crouch down into starting line

positions.

DAD:

Down! Set! Hut! Ahhhh!

Dad releases the ball down the hill and the three of them

chase after it.

DAD (CONT'D)

No no no no no!

The ball kicks up and into Samantha's hands. They are now

chasing after her.

SAMANTHA:

Yes!

DAD:

Don't let her get -- No no no no no!

INT. BASEBALL STADIUM - NIGHT

Dad, Samantha, and Mason watch a live baseball game.

DAD (O.S.)

Let's go, Roger!

The crowd reacts to the game.

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DAD (CONT'D)

Guy's incredible. He's unhittable

this year! Now just so you know,

what we're watching here, is history.

Now you see this guy out here? This

dude is like forty-three years old

and he's strikin' out guys half his

age. This guy's ERA is 1.47, alright,

can you believe that? Now if the

Astros could just get a few runs

maybe we'd win a game.

MASON:

Dad, do you have a job?

DAD:

Ha! Why would you ask me that?

MASON:

I don't know. Mom wanted to know

and I didn't know what the answer

was.

DAD:

Mom wanted to know. Alright. Well,

you can tell mom that I just happen

to have passed my second actuarial

exam, alright? So... you tell her

that. How's she doing?

SAMANTHA:

Great.

DAD:

She finishing school?

SAMANTHA:

Yep, all 'A's.

DAD:

All 'A's huh? Like mother, like

daughter, right?

The kids leave to get hot dogs, etc. Mason puts mustard on

his.

They return to the game. A clutch Astros home run and the

crowd is cheering. Our guys celebrate with high fives, etc.

DAD (O.S.) (CONT'D)

You got this! That's outta here!

That's out-- Oh! Oh!

Fireworks go off. The crowd stands to their feet.

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DAD (CONT'D)

Yeah!! F***in' A!

INT. DAD'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

The TV is playing the horror film HOSTEL. JIMMY sits on the

couch watching the movie, as Dad and the kids enter.

SAMANTHA:

Hi, Jimmy.

JIMMY:

Hey, Samantha!

MASON:

Hey, what's up, Jimmy?

JIMMY:

What's goin' on, Mason, man?

Mason and Jimmy fist bump.

MASON:

Astros won.

JIMMY:

You went to the game?

Dad enters the room.

DAD:

What, I'm the only one with any arms

around here? Nobody else can carry

anything, huh? Help their old man

out?

MASON:

What you watching?

Jimmy gestures for silence.

DAD:

Aw, come on Jimmy, man! You knew

the kids were comin' this weekend.

Dad clears dirty dishes and paraphernalia from the table.

DAD (CONT'D)

Can't you just help me out a little

bit, just -

JIMMY:

I'm sorry, muffin.

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DAD:

Yeah, don't "muffin" me, alright?

Don't put me in that position.

Alright, I'm not your f***in' Tony

Randall.

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