Life as a House Page #2
GEORGE:
The plumber's due out on Friday.
COLLEEN:
You'll have to explain that to the
police.
GEORGE:
You were the only neighbor I could
tolerate.
COLLEEN:
I did warn you.
GEORGE:
My life is a warning. I just can't
figure out for what.
Colleen shies away from George's stare; he finally turns and
walks toward the house but stops short as he turns back.
GEORGE (CONT'D)
Colleen, how hard was it for you to get
your head outside that window far enough
to see my dick?
This stops Colleen for a moment; it was difficult. George
walks back to the cottage and locks Guster in before stepping
into an old Ford truck and driving off. Colleen watches him
drive off, then turns to her house and stares.
INT. WEBBER'S DINING ROOM - MORNING
PETER WEBBER, Robin's husband, is a distinguished,
intimidating man with silver hair and an expensive suit.
LOIS, the maid, serves French toast to Ryan and Adam as Robin
sips tea.
ADAM:
Sam broke his closet.
Peter glances at Robin, who shrugs.
ROBIN:
I don't have a clue anymore. I wish
you'd talk to him. He needs a man.
PETER:
His father is a man.
ROBIN:
A man he respects.
Sam walks into the room from the hall, outfitted in all black
with kick ass boots.
SAM:
Thanks for talking about me behind my
back...useful in court.
PETER:
Are you wearing eye shadow?
Adam, Ryan and Robin check out the eye shadow.
SAM:
No.
PETER:
Take it off.
Sam flutters his eyelids in defiance of his stepfather.
PETER (CONT'D)
Do it now!
SAM:
If I walk out the door, who's gonna be
here tonight for the follow through?
Peter hesitates for just a second.
SAM (CONT'D)
Have a nice flight.
Sam's out the door with his eye shadow intact.
RYAN:
Queer.
ROBIN:
What did you say?
RYAN:
Dad said it first.
Robin focuses on Peter, who simply shrugs. Adam stands up,
walks over to his father and gives him a hug.
ADAM:
I get chocolate cake for your birthday.
PETER:
Are your hands clean?
Adam is quick to back away from his father and lick the
fingers of one hand.
George is resting his head against the glass window as he
stares out at the blighted landscape leading to downtown Los
Angeles. A sudden pang tightens his face; he presses his
hand against his stomach and closes his eyes.
EXT. LAGUNA BEACH HIGH SCHOOL - MORNING
Sam is alone at the back of the parking lot, sitting on the
hood of an old Saab, smoking as two boys, JOSH and MAREK,
both seventeen, park a Porsche and pull Alyssa Beck (George's
peeping neighbor) and another girl out of the backseat.
MAREK:
Dude, nice look.
Sam simply nods as Marek and the other girl laugh at his all
black garb, earrings and eye shadow.
ALYSSA:
I saw your dad this morning.
Sam drops his cigarette and stomps it out as he stands; his
face lightens as Alyssa waves before walking away.
JOSH:
Been thinking?
SAM:
No.
MAREK:
Forget him!
JOSH:
Two hours a week for three-hundred cash.
The whole summer. Do the math.
(as a dig)
They consider that a hatchback or a
station wagon? Oh, that isn't yours
anyway, is it?
Josh raises his eyebrows and smiles before walking away. Sam
faces the Saab and kicks the bumper as hard as he can.
Suddenly, a boy (COREY) bolts up from the back seat.
COREY:
I was in total REM, man!
INT. DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES HIGHRISE - LATE MORNING
The architectural firm of Benson and Feinsilber occupies the
entire fortieth floor; George Nelson is their sole model
maker. Rather than offices, most of the space is open,
segmented only by portable low walls. Along the outer walls,
below the long line of windows, is a shelf filled with
amazingly intricate models. George is alone in a cubicle of
his own, cutting polystyrene with a hot wire. STEVEN GARDNER
rounds a corner with a velocity that makes George flinch.
STEVEN:
Done...close to done?
GEORGE:
I'm doing the grass.
STEVEN:
F*** the grass. Who said grass?
Steven exits as quickly as he entered, but as soon as George
goes back to work, Steven pops his head back in.
STEVEN (CONT'D)
Burke bided out the Berlin Plaza. Did he
tell you?
GEORGE:
STEVEN:
He likes the look of the computer models,
anyway. You take too long.
(beat)
After you mow the grass, would you mind
bringing the house to my office? I have
a presentation to make.
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