Inventing the Abbotts Page #12
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- 1997
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102 INT. HOLT HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT (WEEKS LATER) 102
Doug and Pamela lounge on opposite ends of the sofa withhis bare feet pressed against hers in a gentle shovingmatch. They are watching an episode of "Sea Hunt" on theTELEVISION.
PAMELA:
How long is your mom gone?
DOUG:
Two weeks. She goes up everysummer to see this friend she went
to college with.
PAMELA:
Eleanor lives in Chicago.
DOUG:
She does?
PAMELA:
Yeah. She's going to stewardessschool.
DOUG:
What do they teach you at
stewardess school?
PAMELA:
I don't know. How to wiggle yourbottom.
DOUG:
Maybe you should go there insteadof Bryn Mawr?
She pushes harder against his feet and her foot slips offhis and clobbers him in the crotch. He moans and sits
up.
DOUG:
Oww! Damn!
PAMELA:
Sorry.
DOUG:
Watch it.
PAMELA:
It was an accident. Don't be
crabby.
She pulls him down on top of her. She kisses the tip ofhis nose then blows his bangs off his forehead.
(CONTINUED)
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102 CONTINUED:
DOUG:
You want to... go upstairs?
PAMELA:
No.
DOUG:
I just thought maybe you weretired of just kissing?
PAMELA:
I'm not tired of kissing. Are
you?
DOUG:
No, but touching is nice.
PAMELA:
We are touching.
DOUG:
I just... you know... would liketo see what you look like withoutany clothes on.
PAMELA:
Doug!
DOUG:
Aren't you curious?
PAMELA:
No, I know what I look like
without any clothes on -- I looknaked.
DOUG:
Can I touch your breasts?
PAMELA:
Jesus.
DOUG:
Just on the outside?
PAMELA:
No. You can kiss me. I like
lips.
DOUG:
You like lips?
(CONTINUED)
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102 CONTINUED:
(2) 102PAMELA:
I like your lips, block-head. I
like being here like this. But
I'm not taking my clothes off,
'cause if we do that, you knowwhat we'll do. And I'm too... I
don't want to be like my sisters.
Not if I can help it.
They kiss but are almost instantly interrupted by theSLAM of the SCREEN DOOR. Doug looks up and does asurprised take as he sees Alice going up the stairsfollowed by Jacey.
Sh*t...
DOUG:
Who is it?
PAMELA:
DOUG:
My brother. He just went upstairswith your sister.
With Eleanor?
PAMELA:
Alice.
DOUG:
103 EXT. HOLT HOME - STREET - NIGHT 103
Pamela rushes out of the house with her shoes in her
hand. Doug chases after her in his bare feet.
DOUG:
Hey... hold up!
PAMELA:
Why didn't you tell me?
DOUG:
Hell, I didn't know. What does
this got to do with us?
PAMELA:
My God... what is she doing?
DOUG:
Why is it okay for you to sneakaround with me, but it's not all
right for Alice to sneak aroundwith Jacey?
(CONTINUED)
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103 CONTINUED:
103PAMELA:
Because I'm not Alice! And you'renot Jacey! Alice is... is like mymom, they both get hurt so easy,
they're like turtles withoutshells.
DOUG:
Come on, take it easy.
PAMELA:
You don't know my father. You
don't know how he is about Jacey.
He blames him for everything thathappened with Eleanor.
DOUG:
Eleanor fooled around with lots of
guys, it's not Jacey's fault yourdad kicked her out.
PAMELA:
Oh, Jesus! He didn't kick her
out, he put her in a nut house!
He shipped her off to this clinicin Wisconsin.
DOUG:
(taken aback)
But... I thought you said she's inChicago?
She is now.
month ago.
PAMELA:
They let her out a
Oh, sh*t.
DOUG:
Yeah. Sh*t.
PAMELA:
104 EXT. ABBOTT HOME - STREET - LATER THAT NIGHT 104
The Plymouth approaches -- Jacey turns off the headlightsand KILLS the MOTOR and coasts to a stop in front of thehouse next door to the Abbotts'. Alice gets out of thecar, Jacey hurries after her, following her into herfront yard.
JACEY:
Alice... wait!
(CONTINUED)
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104 CONTINUED:
104ALICE:
Go away.
JACEY:
It's the truth, you know it is.
ALICE:
No, no, it's all just... screwing.
JACEY:
It's called making love.
ALICE:
Don't.
JACEY:
Don't what?
ALICE:
Don't follow me.
He grabs her arm and stops her.
JACEY:
What's wrong?
ALICE:
I spend all day, every day, just
waiting and waiting to be with
you, waiting to forget everything,
you make me forget... but then
when I get dressed and I come
home, you... just... leak out of
me. Leak away. I go into the
bathroom and I wash you off of me
and I remember everything.
JACEY:
Remember what?
LLOYD (O.S.)
Alice?! Is that you?
Lloyd's voice paralyzes them.
LLOYD (O.S.)
Alice?
Alice steps out of the shadows and finds Lloyd standingat the front door.
ALICE:
Yes, Daddy...
(CONTINUED)
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104 CONTINUED:
(2) 104LLOYD:
Who are you talking to?
PAMELA (O.S.)
She's talking to me, Daddy.
Pamela rises from a wrought iron bench in another part ofthe yard -- she strolls over to Alice.
PAMELA:
Just girl talk.
LLOYD:
You can talk inside. It's late.
Pamela and Alice go inside the house.
Jacey exhales, he is ashen.
105 EXT. IRON SKILLET RESTAURANT - NEXT DAY 105
Doug hoses down the sidewalk in front of the restaurant.
Pamela pulls up in her car and gets out.
Hi.
DOUG:
Hi.
PAMELA:
What's up?
DOUG:
PAMELA:
I've been thinking -- maybe weshouldn't see each other right
now.
Oh, yeah?
DOUG:
Why?
PAMELA:
Well... if my father... I don'treally care what would happen tome if he found out I was seeingyou, but I have to take care ofAlice and my mother and Eleanor,
and... well, it would be hard for
me to do that if I were in the
doghouse, too. You know?
DOUG:
Christ, why do you have to takecare of them?
(CONTINUED)
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105 CONTINUED:
105PAMELA:
(shrugs)
No one else will.
He struggles to hold his anger and frustration in check.
DOUG:
Okay. Sure. See you around.
Pam's composure begins to weaken, but she quickly returnsto the car before she can lose control. Doug turns thehose back on. He doesn't look up as she drives away.
106 INT. HOLT HOME - KITCHEN - DAY (TWO WEEKS LATER) 106
Helen rinses off some just-picked vegetables. She turns
off the faucet, then pauses in reaction to something.
107 INT./EXT. HOLT HOME - STAIRS/FRONT PORCH - DAY 107
Helen approaches the foot of the stairs drying her handswith a dish towel. She listens for a beat, then stepsout on the front porch. Doug is brushing a coat of greenenamel on the repaired porch swing.
HELEN:
Who's upstairs with Jacey?
DOUG:
Alice Abbott.
HELEN:
(long beat)
How long is she likely to stay?
DOUG:
I don't know, but I wouldn't hold
up dinner.
108 INT. HOLT HOME - KITCHEN - NIGHT (EARLY EVENING) 108
Doug rinses the dirty dinner dishes in the sink.
109 INT. HOLT HOME - DINING ROOM - NIGHT 109
Helen hears the SCREEN DOOR SLAM as she fetches a clean
tablecloth from the buffet. She puts the tablecloth onthe table, starts for the kitchen, then hesitates.
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110 EXT. HOLT HOME - FRONT PORCH - NIGHT 110
Jacey stands on the porch watching the taillights ofAlice's car disappear into the night. Helen appearsbehind the screen door.
HELEN:
Do you want dinner?
JACEY:
No, thanks.
HELEN:
Don't sit on the swing -- Dougjust painted it.
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