Life as a House Page #15
INT. ROBIN'S KITCHEN - EVENING
Robin is sitting alone at the table, doing nothing. The TV
is on loud in another room. Adam walks into the room in his
pajamas. He sits down across from his mother at the table.
Robin smiles at him. He smiles back as he scoots his chair
closer to the table and extends his arms straight out across
the top. Robin extends her arms and they lock hands near the
middle. Without a word, they hold hands. Adam lets go and
climbs on top of the table, scoots across it with a kiss for
his mother before he's gone, sliding off the table on his
rear and running back to the TV.
EXT. GEORGE'S GARAGE - EVENING
George is on the patio, bending a thin piece of copper
tubing. Sam storms out of the garage, fuming.
SAM:
No one would blame me if I left!
GEORGE:
I'd blame you. I want you here.
SAM:
I'm not doing it!
GEORGE:
It'll be fine.
SAM:
Why don't you just beg some money off my
dad and move into something decent with a
real kitchen and a real bathroom?
GEORGE:
I'd rather sell my nuts to a castrati.
Sam screws his face down - huh?
GEORGE (CONT'D)
I don't beg.
SAM:
And I don't take a shower in the middle
of the yard.
GEORGE:
I can promise you complete privacy.
SAM:
You can't promise me anything! You don't
have anything to promise! You live in a
garage! You don't have cable! You're
not hooked up to the internet because you
don't even own a computer! You don't
have a job!
George finishes bending the copper into a circle. He stands
and holds the copper circle out for proof of privacy.
GEORGE:
This will save you from prying eyes.
Sam dismisses his father with a shake of his head. He heads
back into the garage.
INT. GEORGE'S GARAGE - EVENING
Sam quickly heads to where George's prescription bottle was
hidden under a pile of underwear. He steals two more pills
and swallows them before grabbing a towel and walking out.
EXT. GEORGE'S GARAGE - EVENING
SAM:
If you had a stupid phone or I could use
your truck, mom would give me some money.
GEORGE:
You'll have money when you work for it.
Sam stomps down the driveway and across the grass to Alyssa's
house. George walks around to the back of his garage with
EXT. ALYSSA'S HOUSE - EVENING
Sam is standing on the porch with his towel and clean
clothes. Colleen answers the door.
SAM:
Is Alyssa home?
COLLEEN:
She's out with a friend.
SAM:
Oh...do you know when she'll be home?
COLLEEN:
She didn't really say.
SAM:
Oh...okay.
Sam nods and steps back as he prepares to leave.
COLLEEN:
Sam?
SAM:
Uh huh.
COLLEEN:
I didn't recognize you!
SAM:
I'm sorry.
COLLEEN:
Alyssa said you don't even have plumbing
over there.
SAM:
Not a shower.
Colleen takes Sam by the arm and nudges him into the house.
INT. ALYSSA'S ROOM - EVENING
Sam is slowly making his way around the room, taking note of
everything:
some dried flowers; a yearbook; a cabinet full ofCD's; dirty clothes stuffed in a hamper. He walks into the
bathroom before walking back out and making one more round.
INT. ROBIN'S FAMILY ROOM - EVENING
Robin is sitting between her sons on the sofa, watching a
movie. Peter enters the room, carrying his jacket.
PETER:
The goddamn traffic. Were we going out
to dinner?
Robin focuses on her husband, but the boys are riveted to the
television.
ROBIN:
We've eaten.
PETER:
Is Lois still here? I'm starved.
ROBIN:
I'll make you something.
Robin stands as Adam and Ryan try to hold her down.
PETER:
Did someone call to tell you I'd be late?
Robin walks into the kitchen without responding.
INT. ALYSSA'S BATHROOM - EVENING
Sam's in the shower, obscured by the sandblasted glass.
JOSH (O.S.)
Bro, I need you tonight.
Sam bumps an elbow against the glass as he opens the shower
door enough to look out. Josh is sitting up on the marble
countertop.
SAM:
I locked the door.
Josh holds up a tiny screwdriver.
JOSH:
It'll take you like twenty, thirty
minutes.
SAM:
Does Alyssa know?
JOSH:
Nothing.
SAM:
You got any weed?
JOSH:
You got the money?
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