Mumford Page #5
Mumford's head rocks slowly back for a moment as if he's
going to drift off. He snaps back to life and stares hard at
the top of Lionel's head, where there is a bald spot starting
to take hold. The sound of LIONEL'S VOICE begins to echo --
LIONEL:
...which is no problem for me, because
I remembered it was coming and I've
attended every class, so I'm totally
prepared. Then I see myself running
down the hall at school...
MUMFORD'S GLANCE FLASHPANS from Lionel's bald spot to the
gleaming letter opener.
Mumford closes his eyes. We CUT TO:
INT. HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY - DAY
A boy, unmistakably the Young Lionel, runs down the deserted
hallway toward a bright doorway. [LIONEL'S DREAM has a BLUE
TINT.]
LIONEL (V.O.)
...but it's not really my school --
and this is very interesting -- it's
the school from the next district --
MUMFORD (V.O.)
-- Go on!
INT. HIGH SCHOOL CLASSROOM - DAY
Young Lionel comes breathlessly in the classroom door and
stares alarmed.
LIONEL (V.O.)
And even though I arrive a little
bit early, everybody's already there.
But the surprising part is --
WHAT YOUNG LIONEL SEES: Everyone in the class, including the
Teacher in the front, is naked. The Teacher holds out an
LIONEL (V.O.)
-- I'm the only one who's prepared!
CUT TO:
INT. WAITING ROOM, MUMFORD'S OFFICE - DAY
ALTHEA BROCKETT, a woman in her forties, sits on the couch
reading a mail order catalogue for home furnishings. There
are several other catalogues sticking out of her jammed,
woven carry-all.
The door to Mumford's inner office opens with some force.
Mumford stands looking back across his office at Lionel, who
is getting up from the couch in some confusion.
LIONEL:
-- you crazy? You can't do this!
MUMFORD:
Sure I can, Lionel.
LIONEL:
I'm a criminal lawyer -- you think I
like my clients? I can't stand most
of them! But I don't kick them out...
MUMFORD:
See that sign -- We retain the right
to refuse service to anyone. I'm not
going to charge you for this session,
but I don't want to see you back
here.
Lionel looks around, but there is no such sign. He does spot
Althea watching the show from the couch.
LIONEL:
Don't you at least have a back door
I can use?
MUMFORD:
Come out this way. There's no shame
in getting a little therapy... is
there, Althea?
Althea stands up, smiling. She thinks Mumford is the bee's
knees.
ALTHEA:
Not at all. It takes guts, Lionel.
Lionel steams by them in a black mood.
LIONEL:
Maybe some of us don't need this
crap!
MUMFORD:
And it's the Hubble Telescope, not
the Himball Telescope.
Lionel bangs out the front door. Mumford motions Althea inside --
MUMFORD:
Jeez... what an a**hole.
Althea heads inside, giggling wildly. She can't get enough
of this guy.
INT. MUMFORD'S OFFICE -DAY
Althea is sobbing. Mumford hands her a new Kleenex from the
box next to the couch. She wads it with her current one and
tries to stop crying. Mumford settles back in his chair,
patient.
ALTHEA:
What do they want from me?
(more sobbing)
What have I done that's so wrong?
(pulling it together)
They act as though they don't have
their own peculiar things... They
do! Believe me. Everybody's got
something...
(looks at Mumford)
Even you probably have things.
MUMFORD:
Me more than most.
ALTHEA:
Why are they ganging up against me?
MUMFORD:
I'm not sure. But I think they're
worried about you.
ALTHEA:
It's the kids, you know, not Jeremy.
He had nothing to do with this --
except pay, of course. He's always
willing to pay. He's extremely
generous.
(a long beat)
I'm so humiliated that my own children
would threaten me.
MUMFORD:
How did they threaten you?
ALTHEA:
They said if I didn't get help, they
wouldn't deal with me any more.
(a beseeching look)
MUMFORD:
Good kids.
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