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BOBBY:

How'd you unlock my phone?

RICKY:

I tried your ATM PIN. I gotta kill

an hour. Let's grab a beer.

BOBBY:

(to Chloe)

Seat belt.

CHLOE:

Ricky's not wearing one.

BOBBY:

Ricky, can you put on a seat belt?

RICKY:

No, man. It wrinkles my sh*t. Let's

grab a f***in beer --

BOBBY:

C'mon, man, not in front of the baby.

Put on your seat belt before I get

another ticket.

RICKY:

(clipping in)

Jesus Christ, fine. Alright?

BOBBY:

See? Now everyone's got one on.

(re:
macaroni plate)

What do you got there?

CHLOE:

A elephant seal. Where's mommy?

BOBBY:

She's, uh, sleeping.

CHLOE:

It's daytime.

BOBBY:

Mommy works hard so you can have all

your pretty clothes. Don't you like

your pretty clothes?

CHLOE:

No.

BOBBY:

Show uncle Ricky what you made.

RICKY:

Let's grab a beer.

CUT TO:

EXT. COLOR ME MINE - LA BREA - DAY

ESTABLISHING SHOT of the storefront ceramics workshop.

INT. COLOR ME MINE - LA BREA - DAY

Bobby paints a CERAMIC PLATE as Chloe does the best she can

painting a frog in this do-it-yourself crafts store. Ricky

looks out of place as he lights a Marlboro and b*tches.

RICKY:

Why can't we just grab a goddamn

beer.

BOBBY:

I promised Chloe we'd come here.

RICKY:

Oh, give me a break. Look at her.

She don't even know where the hell

she is. She'd have more fun at

Bordner's.

BOBBY:

I'm not taking her to a bar.

RICKY:

Why not? I grew up in bars. It's fun

for a kid.

A YOUNG FEMALE SALESPERSON approaches Ricky.

SALESPERSON:

Excuse me, there's no smoking in the

store.

RICKY:

Why? You serve food?

SALESPERSON:

No. Store policy. And you can't sit

at a station without purchasing a

ceramic.

RICKY:

Could you believe this sh*t? Fine.

Give me an ashtray.

She brings him an unpainted ceramic ashtray from a display.

SALESPERSON:

What color paints would you like?

RICKY:

Surprise me.

He SNUFFS the CIGARETTE out in the ashtray in the palm of

her hand. She puts it down and leaves in a huff.

RICKY:

I'm telling you, bro, we're on the

verge. He's reaching out to us.

Chloe stops painting.

BOBBY:

What's wrong, baby?

CHLOE:

He's not doing it.

RICKY:

What? Did she say something?

BOBBY:

She wants you to paint the ashtray.

RICKY:

I'm not painting the fu --, I'm not

painting the ashtray. And frogs aren't

purple.

CHLOE:

It's a poison arrow tree frog.

BOBBY:

Will you paint the damn thing. Why

do you gotta be such a baby.

RICKY:

Fine. Here, look. I'm painting.

He haphazardly paints. Chloe resumes her task.

BOBBY:

Max won't let me drive Jess to dance

anymore.

RICKY:

Who's driving her?

BOBBY:

I don't know.

RICKY:

This paint sucks. The white shows

through.

EXT. MAGIC CASTLE MOTEL - FRANKLIN - DAY

Bobby pulls up. The WIFE of the Amalfi homeowner is

precariously waiting and smoking.

INT. BOBBY'S CAR - MAGIC CASTLE MOTEL - CONTINUOUS

RICKY:

Right here's fine.

BOBBY:

Is that the woman from..?

RICKY:

(smiles)

She really liked the kitchen.

He pops out, and the woman corrals him into a room. Bobby

pulls away.

INT. JESSICA'S HOUSE - BLACKBURN - LOS ANGELES - NIGHT

Jessica is half made up and half dressed. Little Chloe sits

at the kitchen table twirling a spoon around her head. Her

mom is haphazardly cooking a rushed supper. Bobby sits

watching TV in his sweats in the adjoining living room.

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