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With Jimmy!

He storms out back, presumably to strangle Jimmy.

PAN QUICKLY TO the front door. Jack takes a conspicuous

path into the kitchen.

INT. KITCHEN -KEG

Three testosterone-pumped boys surround it. They look at

Jack, pretty much like they want to kill him.

(CONTINUED)

73.

CONTINUED:

JACK:

I’m looking for Mr. Brumby. Did

you see where he went?

They just stare.

JACK:

Did he go upstairs?

No response. After a long beat -

JACK:

Wait. I know. I’m supposed to be

scared.

Jack smiles, grabs a cup, and fills himself a beer.

JACK:

(taking a sip)

Sorry, but... I ain’t your

ordinary white guy.

Jack looks around the party. Finally -

YOUNG PUNK #1 (O.S.)

He ain’t here, Cracker.

Jack faces the young men.

JACK:

Come again?

(off no response)

Do us all a favor. Stay in

school.

Jack smiles and leaves them dumbfounded.

INT. STAIRCASE -JACK’S POV

He makes his way through the insanity. He peeks inside a

room, only to find a couple intertwined.

INT. MASTER BEDROOM -TIGHT ON DOREEN

A YOUNG MAN sits next to her, in full scam mode.

YOUNG MAN:

I dig you a lot, Doreen. I think

I’ve kinda like, made it clear,

haven’tI?

She nods as he touches her hair. She moves slightly.

(CONTINUED)

74.

CONTINUED:

YOUNG MAN:

And I want you to know that I’m

like, here for you. I f***in’

can’t imagine what I’ddoifmy

old man kicked it.

He moves in for the kiss. She pulls back.

YOUNG MAN:

Jesus, Doreen.

DOREEN:

I’m sorry.

Doreen exits, leaving him to guess where he went wrong.

EXT. BATHROOM -TIGHT ON DOREEN

She stares into the mirror and cries.

INT. STAIRWELL -SAME TIME

A group of people cavort on the stairwell. A miserable

Doreen moves through them.

DOREEN:

Any of you guys driving back

tonight?

BOY:

Sorry, Doreen.

DOREEN:

Lisa, are you heading back?

JACK (O.S.)

I am.

PAN DOWN TO Jack. He stands below the stairwell. He

offers an assuring smile.

EXT. STREET -OLDS

Jack opens the door. Doreen gets inside and lies down.

She closes her eyes and goes to sleep.

JACK:

Just rest here for a few minutes

and I’ll be right back.

Everything’s going to be just

fine, Doreen.

(CONTINUED)

75.

CONTINUED:

YOUNG PUNK #1 (O.S.)

Fine, my ass, motherfu-

Jack whirls and disarms the kid from the kitchen before

he can even finish the word "motherf***er." He raises

the gun at the kid and his two friends.

JACK:

Run.

They scatter across the lawn.

INT. LIVING ROOM -CROWD

Brumby drags his daughter Michelle to the DJ table.

MICHELLE:

Daddy! You said I could invite

people out here!

BRUMBY:

People! Not your whole damn

school!

He pushes the DJ aside, scratching the record. Everyone

stops. He grabs the microphone.

BRUMBY:

Get the hell out of my house!

CUT TO:

INT. EMPTY BRUMBY HOUSE -LATER

A drunk kid holds onto the staircase rail. Susan and

Michelle try to help him. Brumby isn’t so caring.

BRUMBY:

You think you’re special? Flee.

MICHELLE:

He’s too drunk, Daddy.

BRUMBY:

He’s not drunk. He’s just tired!

SUSAN:

Honey, he can’t drive. He’s gonna

hafta stay the night.

(CONTINUED)

76.

CONTINUED:

BRUMBY:

Not in this house! Take the golf

cart and dump his ass on the

McGee’s front lawn up the street.

Susan and Michelle help the kid through the door and into

the garage, leaving Brumby just standing there.

He assesses the damage and stifles a curse.

BRUMBY POV:

Framed by the light, Jack stands in the door well.

JACK:

Getting me over to the Half Moon

and taking the low road was a

smart move.

BACK TO SCENE:

BRUMBY:

What are you doing here?

QUICKLY TO BRUMBY

Pissed as all hell, he approaches.

BRUMBY:

I asked you a f***in’ question,

man. You following me?

JACK:

What did he have on you?

BRUMBY:

Excuse me but... has everybody

lost their f***ing minds tonight?!

It’s two o’clock in the goddamn

morning!

Jack punches Brumby in the stomach and he falls to his

knees, out of breath.

JACK:

You had him killed, didn’t you?

BRUMBY:

Who?! Frank!? Are you out of

your f***ing mind, man?!

(CONTINUED)

77.

CONTINUED:

JACK:

Had a little run-in with your boy

Thorpey earlier tonight.

BRUMBY:

My boy who?

Jack puts his piece to Brumby’s head.

BRUMBY:

Goddamit, Jack, let’s talk about

this! Who’s Thorpey?!

Jack’s face is a blank mask.

BRUMBY:

Who’s Thorpey, goddamit!?

(as Jack looks

hesitant)

A lot of f***ers want me dead,

see! So read between the lines

here! If you off me because some

guy told you, that’s the oldest

trick in the book! His hands stay

clean, they sit back and watch,

and we’re both f***ed! What were

you doing?! Were you

interrogating him?! Did he not

give me up directly?! Please,

Jack, don’t shoot! He’s buying

time! Frank was my only true and

loyal friend and I miss him more

than you will ever know! That’s

the truth!

Tears form in both their eyes.

BRUMBY:

On my daughter, Jack! Please!

Jack thinks to himself and finally lowers the gun.

Brumby breathes a sigh of relief.

BRUMBY:

F*** you for pulling this sh*t in

my house. Next time you wanna

question my loyalty to someone,

just shoot and ask for forgiveness

later.

(after a long beat)

You’ve been played, man. And I’m

the motherfucking sucker. Now get

out.

(CONTINUED)

78.

CONTINUED:

Jack stares at him, turns and exits.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. DINER -DARKNESS

Jack makes a call but no one answers. He sighs and walks

back inside.

INT. DINER -PLATE OF FOOD

WIDER as Doreen sits across from it with a disgusted look

on her face. The WAITRESS refills Doreen’s coffee.

JACK:

(to the Waitress)

We gotta get out of here.

WAITRESS:

I’ll get your check.

DOREEN:

What the hell is that?

Jack eats in the meantime.

JACK:

Those are egg whites, that’s

steamed spinach, and that there’s

a grilled chicken breast.

DOREEN:

Egg white and spinach? Please

tell me you’re joking.

JACK:

What do you mean?

DOREEN:

It’s four o’clock in the morning.

You’re supposed to be having a

sourdough bacon cheeseburger.

JACK:

No no no. I don’t eat red meat.

DOREEN:

You don’t eat red meat? What kind

of man are you?

(CONTINUED)

79.

CONTINUED:

JACK:

A smart one. Don’t you watch

’Oprah’?

Doreen looks at Jack and smiles.

DOREEN:

You should move back out here.

JACK:

Los Angeles? No thank you.

DOREEN:

What? You got a lot of friends

back in New York?

JACK:

No. That’s not it all.

(after a long beat)

You can’t get a drink past two...

girls call each other ’dude’..

flip-flops are considered

fashion -

DOREEN:

It’s a part of our culture.

JACK:

Your culture is Wolfgang Puck.

You don’t even have seasons.

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