Gracie's Choice Page #2

---

at war with each other.

She's willing to give up everything

for him.

Impetuous, passionate!

Do you kids have any passion?

Thank you, Mr. Bodell.

- Are you okay?

- Today sucked.

So tell me about it.

- Rose.

- Hi, Gracie.

- Hi, Gracie.

- How was your day?

How are you?

- How you doing?

- Oh, hey, girl.

Hey, honey.

What do you think?

I think that's my T-shirt,

and it's too small for you.

- Look at the scale Mom got for us.

- Mama, I know what this is.

The police are gonna be back.

Do you think my b*obs

are too small for it?

Oh, come on.

You're not upset, are you?

- I paid for it, didn't I?

- Whatever.

I want you to meet somebody.

Ray, I want you to come out

and meet my little sister, Gracie.

- Mom!

- What? He knows I'm kidding.

Anyway, people do think

we look like sisters, all the time.

- You didn't tell me Gracie was so cute.

- She is.

- How you doing?

- You are so cute.

Gracie. She's always been jealous of me.

- She should be.

- Yeah.

Gracie, you awake?

I am now.

What do you want?

I'm sorry. Can I talk to you outside

for a second?

- What?

- Well, come on.

I'm not gonna bite.

Where's my mom?

She passed out in the bedroom.

Come over here. I just wanna talk.

Kids have had a hard time.

I can see that.

Your mom, she drinks too much.

I just... I just wanna be a friend.

I'm gonna be living here now.

Good luck.

You're a smart girl.

I could tell that right off.

The whole bunch depends on you.

I'm sorry. Did I scare you?

Hey, little girl, I know.

I know how hard it is for you.

There's no one, no one to help you...

...love you...

...there's no one to touch you.

Hey.

Oh, yeah, you are one nice, little...

You b*tch.

You like that, huh?

You like it rough.

- What is going on?

- She's coming on to me!

- You liar!

- Stop it. Go to your room.

- Look at my face!

- That's enough of your smart mouth!

- I can't believe you're defending him.

- I am so sorry.

- I am sorry she got out of control.

- He is a complete sleaze.

- He could have broke my jaw, Mom.

- Don't mess this up.

He's the one.

The one what?

Gracie, I'm young. I like him.

I really like this one a lot.

Please.

What happened to you?

Wait a minute.

Who hit you?

- I walked into a door.

- Yeah, right.

Tell me what happened,

or I'll take you to the office.

What difference does it make?

I've been hit since I was born.

- Where do you come from?

- All over.

- Where "all over"?

- All over!

Campgrounds, trailer parks, motels.

We even lived in a car.

I've been to so many schools,

I lost count after 41.

- Did you ever tell anybody about this?

- No.

I'm gonna have to report this.

Why?

Oh, hey. Hi, girls.

Where are the boys?

Look what we got, doughnuts.

- I got doughnuts. Who wants them?

- I do. I'm starving. Can I have two?

Yeah, yeah.

We're gonna get fat.

- Mom, you're way skinny.

- I am? Am I too skinny?

- No.

- Let me see.

Turn around. Oh, that's cute.

- I got jelly for you.

- You've been gone for three days.

We had nothing but cereal.

No money, no milk.

But I don't... I don't deserve a life?

I can't have a little fun?

You kids on my tail all the time.

Thanks.

Shadow, you meanie. You bit my finger.

Do you think mom will let us keep them?

It won't be like Spike, huh?

- Remember that dog that my dad got us?

- Yeah.

Remember how he used to kick it?

Come on. Kids, kids, get up! Get up!

- Come on, cops.

- Mom, what's happening?

Get the kids! The cops are here!

You guys, get your stuff together!

Gracie, come on! Yo, yo, yo.

You gotta help me with these kids, man!

- The hell with the kids. I'm out of here!

- Gracie!

You have the right to remain silent.

- Come on.

- Where are you taking us?

Children can't stay with parents

who have drugs.

Please don't take my kids!

He showed up last night. I don't know him.

I swear to you,

I didn't know he had any drugs!

No! Are they gonna kill Mom?

- No, baby, they're not. She'll be back.

- Gracie, do something!

Please, Gracie!

Okay, boys, Ryan and Jonny

in the first van.

- Wait.

- You and your sister, come with me.

No, no, you can't separate us.

Just for a few days

until this gets straightened out.

- Gracie, do something!

- No, you don't understand. He's fragile.

- Ladies, don't make this worse than it is!

- Gracie, this is all your fault!

- You should have kept your mouth shut!

- Where are you taking him?

- No!

- Let go of him!

He's deathly afraid

of people he doesn't know!

- Please call my grandma!

- Ryan, Ryan, don't get in the van!

Please call my grandmother!

- Don't take him! No, no!

- Please call my grandma!

Let me go! Open the door!

Open the door!

Stop it!

Open the door!

You can't do this!

Get undressed.

Put your bags on the counter.

I put all your stuff in paper bags. You get

everything back when you check out.

This is for your hair. Lice.

- We don't have lice.

- You don't know.

Scrub, or I'm gonna do it for you.

Hit the showers.

Did you see her eyes?

Cat-woman.

At least this smells better

than that stuff Mom used to spray on us.

Yeah, roach spray.

How many kids in this world

get sprayed with roach poison?

It probably got into our genes,

and our kids will be deformed.

Can you believe Mom's in jail?

They're probably spraying her too.

- That'll show her, huh?

- What goes around comes around.

- You could say that again.

- What goes around comes around.

Wake time is 6 a. m. Breakfast is at 7.

General clean up at 8.

You have to be washed,

combed, beds made.

You'll get your assignments for chores:

Kitchen, laundry, restrooms, showers.

- Okay, you're in here. Not you.

- Wait a sec.

- We wanna be together.

- There are no beds together.

We can sleep in the same bed.

- Don't give me a hard time.

- It's not a problem. I wanna...

- No, I wanna...

- Take her.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

- Let go!

- Gracie! Gracie!

- I just wanna...

- No, Rose!

Don't hurt her!

Move it!

Come on! Come on!

- Are you okay?

- It was freezing in that horrible, little room.

- And they kept the lights on all night.

- Poor baby.

So cold in her little, padded cell.

She's so special, she got

the only single in the hall.

I don't think I can handle this, Gracie.

- She doesn't think she can handle this.

- It's all right, Rose.

- Three. Bigger! Come on, girls.

What about the boys? Do you think

they're going through this?

- Poor little Robbie.

- Poor little Robbie?

- Who's he?

- Another sister, probably.

Better toughen up, little baby.

- Want your diaper changed, stupid?

- I'm not stupid.

- Hey, Rose, don't.

- Hey, Rose, I heard your mother's in jail.

- I heard she's a hooker.

- Oh, well, look who's talking.

Fight!

Don't touch her!

Stop it!

Gracie, get off her!

Where are my brothers?

I have a right to know!

I demand to call my grandmother!

Gram.

- Oh, my little Rose. Grace. Girls.

- Why didn't you come for us?

Well, honey, I...

Nobody told me you were here.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes