Life as a House Page #19
Tears well in George's eyes. Sam is caught up enough in what
his father has to say that he has to feign his lack of
interest.
SAM:
I'll have to pay him back.
GEORGE:
I won't ever hit you.
(beat)
I don't want you smaller. I want you to
be happy. You're not. Not here with me.
Not home with your mother. Not up in
Tahoe. Not alone. Not anywhere.
(beat)
You're what I was most of my life, Sam.
I see it in your eyes. In your sleep.
In your answer to everything. You're
barely alive.
SAM:
I'm not even listening.
GEORGE:
You know that great thing, though? Is
that change can be so constant you don't
even feel the difference until there is
one. It can be so slow that you don't
even notice that your life is better or
worse, until it is.
(beat)
Or it can just blow you away. Make you
something different in an instant. It
happened to me.
George walks to the garage door as he wipes his eyes. He
stops and turns back around to face Sam.
GEORGE (CONT'D)
Build this house with me.
George walks out leaving Sam on the bed to think.
EXT. GEORGE'S BEACH SHACK - AFTERNOON
George gathers a pile of splintered boards and tosses them
into the dumpster. He works while Guster sleeps.
LATER:
The sun is fierce, low on the horizon with a heat that
distorts the distance. George is sweating and shirtless as
Sam walks out of the garage with the gloves on and stands
staring at his father. After a beat, George notices him.
SAM:
I have to pay back what you flushed down
the toilet.
(beat)
I want ten dollars an hour...then I'm
done.
George nods. He points out the roofless shell of a shack.
GEORGE:
It all has to come down before we can
start again.
(beat)
Knock it down.
George picks up a sledghammer and hands it to Sam. Sam
hoists the hefty hammer and with some true effort, slams it
on a sideboard. He slams again and again as George picks up
a slightly smaller sledgehammer.
GEORGE (CONT'D)
I hated this house from the second my
father cheated everyone and put it in my
name.
George takes a good hard whack at the wall, knocking a huge
hunk of it down. Sam stops to watch.
GEORGE (CONT'D)
Twenty years of hating what you live
in...what you are. This is the end of
it, Sam. I'm gonna build something of me
here that I can be proud to give to you.
SAM:
Don't. I don't want it.
George YELLS as he lands the hammer into the wall again. Sam
is alarmed by his father's blatant rage.
GEORGE:
Do whatever you want with it. I don't
care. All I want from you is for you to
remember we built this house together.
SAM:
We haven't build sh*t. You're just
tearing down your father.
GEORGE:
Try it. It feels good.
George strikes another blow to the house joined with a MAD
WAIL. Sam starts low, a whisper of a scream, but quickly
builds, soon rivaling George in volume as he pounds away.
This soul letting, cleansing ritual is both impelling and
frightening to watch. Tom and Barbara, Colleen and her maid
step out of their houses, drawn and perplexed by the guttural
noise.
INT. RYAN AND ADAM'S ROOM - MORNING
Both boys are asleep as Robin enters and wakes them with the
drop-and-bounce-back-to-your-feet-from-the-mattress method.
ROBIN:
It's morning, sleepyheads!
They both wake with a groan. Robin leaps onto Adam and
tickles him to life.
INT. ROBIN'S KITCHEN - MORNING
Robin is quickly finishing a breakfast of oatmeal and fresh
fruit with Adam and Ryan, who are still dressed in pajamas.
RYAN:
Why do we have to get up and eat with you
this early?
ROBIN:
I just thought it would be nice.
ADAM:
Are you going to see Sam again?
ROBIN:
RYAN:
All day again?
ROBIN:
Not all day. I'll be home after lunch.
Robin stands and dumps her dishes in the sink.
ROBIN (CONT'D)
You can go back to bed...or Lois might
let you go swimming.
ADAM:
I wanna be with you today.
ROBIN:
Oh, honey. There's not much to do there.
I mean, it's all work.
ADAM:
We can work.
Robin focuses on her sons, both of whom seem willing to work.
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