Mistress America Page #13

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Brooke, realizing, nods.

DYLAN:

We’ll put it up for rentimmediately, cool neighborhood?

BROOKE:

(almost inaudible)

Williamsburg.

DYLAN:

Oh, come on! The coolest. Yeah,

we’ll turn it over no problem.

(MORE)

91.

DYLAN (CONT'D)

Because let’s face it having arestaurant is like having a kidwith a drug problem.

It’s...just...it’s really draining.

BROOKE:

(crushed)

You’re giving me money to not starta restaurant?

DYLAN:

First of all - I’m saving you. If

you started the restaurant, you’dbe back here in a year asking forfive times this.

BROOKE:

Not if it was successful --

DYLAN:

What are the odds?

He pushes a hair away from her face. He’s close to her now.

DYLAN:

You’re as beautiful as ever.

Whatever you’re doing it’s working.

BROOKE:

No. No, it isn’t.

Brooke hesitates. Dylan grins.

Tracy enters.

TRACY:

Did you ever find the pot? Tonyjust made a beautiful apple bong.

DYLAN:

We’ll have to, because some

celebrating is in order.

(putting his arm aroundBrooke)

I think we may have reached a deal.

BROOKE:

(shaking off herdisappointment)

Yes... Dylan made a proposition.

DYLAN:

I’m going to give her money

immediately.

92.

TRACY:

Yay!

MAMIE-CLAIRE (O.S.)

You’re giving her money?

Mamie-Claire enters. Dylan takes his arm off of Brooke.

DYLAN:

Who was at the door?

MAMIE-CLAIRE

Harold. He’s giving himself a tourof the house.

DYLAN:

Where’s Karen?

MAMIE-CLAIRE

I don’t f***ing know. You’re

giving her money??? This is our

decision. Not yours.

DYLAN:

I’m not giving her 200 grand, don’tworry, I’m just bailing her out ofher current situation.

Tracy looks at Brooke.

TRACY:

And then for the whole restaurant?

BROOKE:

(trying to be brave)

No... I won’t do the restaurant

now. It’s just gotten too crazy.

TRACY:

Oh.

DYLAN:

(to Tracy)

You believe in her, don’t you?

Tracy nods. Brooke watches her.

DYLAN:

This is a good result, this is evenbetter than getting the restaurant.

Less financial uncertainty.

93.

BROOKE:

He’s right. I think I even feel a

little relieved.

TRACY:

“Mom’s” wasn’t about money.

DYLAN:

Well, I don’t think anyone startsanything with the dream of NOTmaking money.

TRACY:

Do they not?

MAMIE-CLAIRE

Why would you give her money?

DYLAN:

It’s my money. I make it. I can

do what I want with it. Just like,

you have your T-shirt money, youcan do what you want with that.

MAMIE-CLAIRE

But I... we’re married. This is

our life.

Brooke looks at Tracy.

BROOKE:

You know what, I appreciate it,

Dylan, Mamie-Claire, but I’m notgoing to take the money. I’ll

figure something else out.

DYLAN:

Why?

Brooke looks at Mamie-Claire.

BROOKE:

I just wasn’t brought up that way.

Mamie-Claire smiles at her. An unspoken “Thanks.” Tracycomes over to Brooke.

TRACY:

What will you do?

BROOKE:

I’ll figure it out. I always do.

94.

TRACY:

I’m so impressed by you and worriedfor you at the same time.

She hugs Brooke.

TRACY:

I’m so glad you’re my sister.

Brooke is about to say something when they HEAR SHOUTING.

INT. MAMIE-CLAIRE’S LIVING ROOM. IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWING

Dylan, Mamie-Claire, Brooke and Tracy enter. Nicolette and

Tony are arguing.

TONY:

I love YOU!

NICOLETTE:

Don’t lie to my face and stab me inthe back butter boy!

TONY:

Hey, that’s mean...

She sees Tracy.

NICOLETTE:

You’re stealing my boyfriend!

You’re cuckholding me!

She starts hitting Tracy. Harold and Karen enter.

NICOLETTE:

You b*tch whore!

BROOKE:

Guys!

TONY:

(to Brooke)

She just started attacking her!

HAROLD:

(walking in)

What IS it about this house?

Everyone screams.

MAMIE-CLAIRE

Please stop it!

Brooke helps Mamie-Claire pull Nicolette off Tracy.

95.

NICOLETTE:

(still struggling)

She’s stealing my boyfriend!

TRACY:

I am not!

TONY:

I resisted! I resisted!

BROOKE:

Chill the f*** out.

DYLAN:

Ladies, ladies.

KAREN:

(re:
her stomach)

I don’t like shouting around thebaby.

MAMIE-CLAIRE

(to Karen)

Is that a real thing?

TONY:

I’m right here, she’s not stealinganything...

NICOLETTE:

It’s NOT just that! There’s also

THIS!

The pulls a wrinkled stack of papers out of her pants.

BROOKE:

What the f*** is that?

KAREN:

Or cursing.

NICOLETTE:

Tracy knows what it is. I’ll giveyou a hint: it’s onion skin.

CLOSE on Tracy. Nicolette points at her.

NICOLETTE:

(pointing her finger)

She’s a HOMEWRECKER and a bad

person.

96.

TRACY:

(to Brooke)

It’s not you... It’s just inspired.

You make me want to write.

MAMIE-CLAIRE

This is so nerdy.

DYLAN:

Who wouldn’t want to write a story

about Brooke?

MAMIE-CLAIRE

(raising her hand)

Me. I wouldn’t.

TONY:

(to Nicolette)

Baby, I resisted.

HAROLD:

(settling in, taking aseat)

Can I get a drink?

PREGNANT WOMAN #3

Here, have mine.

(giving him her wine)

They keep handing me alcohol.

BROOKE:

(to Tracy)

You wrote a story about me?

NICOLETTE:

(to Brooke)

She hates you - she wrote meanthings about you.

TRACY:

No I didn’t!

BROOKE:

I’d like to read it. If it’s about

me.

DYLAN:

I’d like to, too.

MAMIE-CLAIRE

(to Dylan)

You don’t read fiction.

97.

DYLAN:

When it’s about my friends I do.

TRACY:

(to Brooke)

Oh, it’s not really you, but it’svery funny, the character thatNicolette and Tony misconstrued asyou is a very funny character.

BROOKE:

(not thrilled with this)

Funny? What does it say?

TRACY:

It’s not funny. It’s just...it’snot you.

NICOLETTE:

(to Brooke)

Do you live in an apartment that’szoned commercial?

Brooke hesitates.

BROOKE:

Gimme that story.

She snatches it out of Nicolette’s hands.

CUT TO:
Brooke reads with Mamie-Claire, Karen, Harold andDylan all reading over her shoulder. Tony and Nicolette alsohover in the background, reading here and there. Tracywatches nervously from across the room.

Brooke starts to turn the page. Everyone indicates they’renot finished with that page yet.

CUT TO:
Brooke turns the final page. She looks at Tracy.

She is FURIOUS.

TRACY:

It wasn’t meant to be hurtful - I

didn’t mean to hurt you, Brooke.

BROOKE:

(shaking with fury)

You don’t get to decide what’s

hurtful and not hurtful.

TRACY:

I can only tell you my intention.

98.

BROOKE:

You wrote this after ONE night withme? ONE?!

TRACY:

I guess so, yeah, it felt longer.

BROOKE:

You think I’m a rotting carcass?

That I’m doomed to failure???

TRACY:

No! It’s fiction that’s why it’sfiction...

BROOKE:

So much of this “fiction” did NOT

happen this way. Karen, you’re alawyer. I’m going to sue you untilyou have NOTHING.

TRACY:

I’m just writing from my life...

BROOKE:

No, this isn’t your life!

TRACY:

But I was there that night.

BROOKE:

NO! I was going to have that nightanyway, you never were!

TRACY:

But I did have it though.

BROOKE:

You joined my life - you needed aplace to go and I invited you inand then you stole my life. You’re

a LEECH. A BLOODSUCKER.

TRACY:

You loved being admired by me, youloved it, you loved having lessonsto impart...

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