Juno Page #9

JUNO:

The term "deliver" is so weird. Can

we not say "deliver"?

LEAH:

How does "crap it out" sound?

MAC:

Juno, I want to come with you to

meet these adoption people. You're

just a kid. I don't want you to get

ripped off by a couple of babystarved

wingnuts.

JUNO:

Sure, Dad.

Mac nods, satisfied, then contemplates the situation dismally.

MAC:

I thought you were the kind of girl

who knew when to say when.

JUNO:

I have no idea what kind of girl I

am.

BREN:

(sensing tension)

Why don't you girls go upstairs for

a while? I think Mac's gonna blow.

Juno and Leah hightail it upstairs.

MAC:

Just tell it to me straight, Bren.

Do you think this is my fault? Her

mother's fault?

BREN:

I think kids get bored and have

intercourse. And I think Junebug was

a dummy about it. But we have to

move on from here and help her figure

it out.

MAC:

I'm not ready to be a Pop-Pop.

BREN:

You're not going to be a Pop-Pop.

And Juno's not going to be a ma.

Somebody else is going to find a

precious blessing from Jesus in this

garbage dump of a situation. I

friggin' hope.

MAC:

(conspiratorially)

Did you see it coming when she sat

us down here?

BREN:

Oh God yeah. But I was hoping she

was expelled or into hard drugs.

MAC:

That was my first instinct too. Or

D.W.I. Anything but this. And I'm

going to punch that Bleeker kid in

the weiner the next time I see him.

BREN:

Oh Mac, no! He's a sweet kid. You

know it wasn't his idea.

Mac shrugs in agreement.

INT. LORING HOUSE - DAY

Music plays as we see SPARSE IMAGES OF VANESSA LORING'S HANDS

preparing the house for Juno's arrival --

Sprucing a vase of FLOWERS.

Straightening a FRAMED PHOTO of the Lorings.

Dusting off a table with one of those WETNAPS for furniture.

Lining up a shelf of BOOKS.

EXT. LORING NEIGHBORHOOD - PREVIA - DAY

The Previa cruises slowly into the Loring's fancy gated

community. Mac pulls over and parks on the curb.

EXT. LORING HOUSE - FRONT PORCH - DAY

Mark and Vanessa Loring have an impressive, though generic

McMansion. The entire yard is unlandscaped soil. Mac presses

the doorbell while Juno chews her nails uncomfortably. Both

look mortified as they wait for someone to greet them.

VANESSA opens the door. She's a pretty, meticulous woman in

her early thirties. Very Banana Republic.

VANESSA:

Hi! I'm Vanessa. You must be Juno

and Mr. MacGuff. I'm Vanessa.

JUNO:

Vanessa, right?

MAC:

Hello. Thank you for having me and

my irresponsible child over to your

home.

VANESSA:

Oh no. Thank you. Come on in.

INT. LORING HOUSE - HALLWAY - DAY

Vanessa awkwardly leads them into her home.

VANESSA:

Can I take your coats?

JUNO:

Sure.

She takes off her hooded sweatshirt and thrusts it into

Vanessa's arms who sets it on a bench.

JUNO:

Wicked pic in the Penny Saver, by

the way. Super classy. Not like those

other people with the fake woods in

the background. Like I'm really going

to fall for that, you know?

VANESSA:

You found us in the Penny Saver?

MARK LORING appears next to Vanessa. He's a boyishly

attractive guy in his mid-thirties.

He glances sheepishly at Vanessa upon hearing the Penny Saver

mention, then extends his hand to Mac and Juno.

MARK:

Hi. I'm Mark Loring. I'm the husband.

INT. LORING HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

Mark and Vanessa usher Juno and Mac into the austere, spacious

living room. A woman in a business suit sits on the couch

with a briefcase in her lap.

MARK:

This is our attorney, Gerta Rauss.

JUNO:

(in exaggerated,

growling German accent)

Geeeerta Rauuuss!

GERTA:

(straight)

Nice to meet you.

Mac seizes Mark's hand and pumps it heartily.

MAC:

I'm Mac MacGuff, and this, of course,

is my daughter Juno.

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