It's Kind of a Funny Story Page #16

...Muqtada is peeking out their bedroom door. Craig waves,

but Muqtada just disappears back inside.

Craig thinks for a beat, then picks up the phone again.

CRAIG:

Hey, man... I could really use a favor.

INT. THREE NORTH - WAITING AREA - NIGHT

With a completed stack of art beside him, Craig puts thefinishing touches on a new brain map.

Craig looks up as the security guard buzzes open the ThreeNorth entrance doors, and George enters with six largepizzas.

CRAIG:

Hey dad, I wasn’t expecting you in

person.

GEORGE:

I left work early. Thought it was moreimportant to be here.

Craig nods.

SMITTY:

(approaching)

Mr. Gilner, thank you so much! Three

North loves you tonight...

(to Craig)

See ya back there in a jiff?

Smitty takes the pizzas from George, heads toward the dininghall.

GEORGE:

(re:
brain maps)

Whatcha got there?

Craig hands George the stack of brain maps. George looksthrough them. After a beat, he smiles.

GEORGE:

You did these? Very nice.

CRAIG:

Thanks. I’ve been doing a lot of artin here, and it’s, um, actually... it’ssomething I’d like to continue.

GEORGE:

Oh. That’s good.

CRAIG:

Like, maybe, take a class this summer.

GEORGE:

What about the Gates program?

CRAIG:

It’s not for me.

Solomon runs by them, holding up his pants.

SOLOMON:

Craig! Have you heard about the pizzatonight?

CRAIG:

Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute, Sol.

George takes a deep breath.

GEORGE:

Art’s a wonderful hobby, but why don’tyou hold off on any big decisions untilyou’ve gotten home, had some time toclear your head?

CRAIG:

What do you think I’ve been doing hereall week? I’ve thought a lot about it-

GEORGE:

I’m just saying, let’s not close offyour options. This could be veryimportant for your future.

Craig looks at George for a beat, disappointed.

CRAIG:

What about now? I’m sixteen years old.

Can’t I start worrying like an adultwhen I become one?

GEORGE:

When I was your age-

CRAIG:

Dad! I know you’re just trying tohelp, but you really stress me outsometimes. And that’s part of thereason I’m here.

George takes this in. After a beat...

CRAIG:

But after I leave tomorrow, I don’tever want to have to come back.

George nods, understanding the weight of this.

GEORGE:

(after a beat)

Thanks for getting here and gettinghelp.

CRAIG:

Do you wanna come grab a slice with me?

Meet some people?

INT. REC ROOM - MINUTES LATER

Craig and George step into the room, where the patients chowdown on pizza. Craig spots Noelle, leads George to her.

CRAIG:

Noelle, this is my dad. George.

NOELLE:

Hi George. So what are you in for?

GEORGE:

I, um...

CRAIG:

She’s kidding, dad.

George smiles and they shake hands, as Johnny steps by.

CRAIG:

Hey, Johnny, meet my Dad.

JOHNNY:

Yo, thanks for the pies, Mr. G.

GEORGE:

No problem... Johnny.

CRAIG:

(to Johnny)

Hey, have you seen Bobby?

JOHNNY:

Not since lunch.

GEORGE:

(looking off-screen)

Oh, is that...

Johnny and Craig follow George’s eyeline to the ping-pongtable across the room.

INT. REC ROOM - A LITTLE LATER

Craig and Johnny play doubles ping-pong vs. George andNoelle. His sleeves rolled, George plays like he’s knowneverybody for years.

SMITTY:

Hey Craig, you have another visitor.

INT. THREE NORTH - WAITING AREA

Craig comes out to find Aaron texting on his phone. When he

sees Craig, he hands him a flat brown paper bag.

AARON:

I found it. I must have lent out the

first two volumes. But here's the

third.

CRAIG:

I so appreciate this.

AARON:

No problem... Look, man, I’m sorry Iwas a b*tch to you.

CRAIG:

I’m sorry I tried to make out with yourgirlfriend.

Aaron and Craig nod at each other for an awkward beat.

CRAIG:

How are things with Nia?

AARON:

We’re gonna try to work through it.

CRAIG:

Good.

AARON:

You know, I might hide it pretty well,

but I get that depression stuff too,

sometimes.

CRAIG:

Yeah?

Aaron nods.

AARON:

Don’t kill yourself, okay?

CRAIG:

I won’t.

AARON:

Seriously.

CRAIG:

Thanks.

Craig holds out his hand for Aaron to slap, but Aaron turnsit into a hug.

Aaron heads for the exit, but pauses one last time.

AARON:

Did you really try to make out withNia?

Craig smiles and shrugs.

AARON:

(with a smile)

Dick.

Aaron exits and Craig heads back toward the party, but stopswhen--

NURES MONICA:

Craig... You left your drawings hereearlier.

Monica hands the stack to Craig, who looks closely at the oneon top: a custom drawn brain map that says “Bobby” at thebottom.

CRAIG:

Thanks Monica.

INT. BOBBY’S ROOM

Craig peeks inside the room to find Bobby staring at thefloor in the corner.

CRAIG:

Pizza’s getting cold. What’s up?

BOBBY:

Feeling pretty tired, think I’m gonnaskip the pizza tonight. Just packing

up.

CRAIG:

So, vacation’s over...

BOBBY:

Yup. Back to work.

CRAIG:

You got a job?

BOBBY:

Nope.

Beat. Craig shifts.

CRAIG:

You know, I used your Dylan line onNoelle.

BOBBY:

How’d it go?

CRAIG:

Good. We’re gonna hang out soon. See

some music.

Bobby smiles. Craig steps in, hands him a brain map.

CRAIG:

Here. It’s you.

BOBBY:

Yikes. It’s a mess in there.

CRAIG:

It’s not such a mess. It’s just

undergoing renovations.

Bobby smiles.

CRAIG:

I wrote my number on the back... let’sget together sometime... play sometable tennis.

Bobby thinks for a long beat, knowing this won’t happen.

BOBBY:

Sure.

CRAIG:

Cool... So I’ll see you at breakfasttomorrow.

Bobby nods. Craig starts to leave when...

BOBBY:

Good luck, Craig.Not that you’ll needit.

CRAIG:

Thanks. You too, babe.

They both smile and Craig exits.

INT. REC ROOM - MINUTES LATER

Craig enters to find everyone chowing down on pizzas androcking out to Smitty’s funk records.

He smiles to himself, noticing George, now teamed-up with theProfessor, continuing to dominate other patients at the pingpong

table.

Craig approaches Smitty and hands him the paper bag thatAaron brought.

Smitty removes an album from the bag: EGYPTIAN MASTERS:

VOLUME 3. Smitty glances to Craig, and shakes his head.

CRAIG:

Trust me.

Smitty makes a face, but goes to the record player anyway.

The music cuts out mid-song, and some of the patients beginto grumble.

CRAIG:

Just wait...

The Egyptian Masters album soars into play.

JOHNNY:

Is this a joke?

HUMBLE:

Hey, I like this. Yeah!

Humble moves to the music.

BECCA:

Look!

Becca points to the rec room entrance, where...

...Muqtada is swaying to the rhythm, and tapping his feet.

CRAIG:

Hey, Muqtada, join the party!

Everyone gets down, and dances to the Egyptian Masters withMuqtada at the helm.

Near the rec room entrance, Bobby emerges in the doorway,

observes for a quiet beat. He watches as...

...Craig heads over to Noelle in the corner. She smiles to

Craig, wiggles her hips to the unusual music. They laugh,

and Craig joins her in a little dance.

Bobby smiles to himself and slowly backs out of the room.

TITLE OVER BLACK: “FRIDAY”

INT. THREE NORTH - EAST CORRIDOR - DAY

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