MY GIRL Page #3

Vada and Thomas J arrive outside the entrance to the

Doctors surgery, Vada enters and climbs stairs, she passes a

small boy in a wheelchair in the corridor, Vada enters room

INSIDE DOCTOR WELTY'S WAITING ROOM

NURSE RANDALL:

Hi Vada, what's wrong today?

VADA:

I'm very sick.

NURSE RANDALL:

Okay, take a seat, i'll check if the doctor

can see you.

She picks up phone and whispers something inaudible to the

doctor

NURSE RANDALL:

Okay, he'll see you, why don't you go in?

Vada opens door to doctors surgery and enters

OVER DR WELTY'S SHOULDER, CLOSE UP OF VADA HAVING HER EAR

EXAMINED:

VADA:

Well, what is it? I can handle it.

DR WELTY:

You are perfectly healthy.

VADA:

That can't be, I have all the classic

symptoms.

DR WELTY:

Sweetheart, did they bring Mr. Layton to your

house today?

VADA:

Yes.

DR WELTY:

Vada you've gotta stop this, there's

absolutely nothing wrong with you!

Vada gets up in a mood, puts hat on, and walks to the door,

stopping and says with condescending intonation...

VADA:

I'll just have to get a second opinion.

OUTSIDE DOCTORS SURGERY DAY

Vada emerges from the building and gets on her bike

THOMAS J:

So, what'd he say was wrong with you?

Vada is turning and beginning to ride away

VADA:

The whole medical profession is a crack.

Thomas J is trying to catch up

THOMAS J:

Hey wait up for me!

BIKE RIDE DOWN MAIN STREET IN TOWN

VADA & THOMAS J ARE SINGING

Vada slows down, stops and looks at a person on a ladder

painting a house

VADA:

Hey look!

Thomas J stops also

THOMAS J:

At what?

VADA:

That's Mr. Bixler, let's go talk to him.

THOMAS J:

I don't wanna talk to a teacher, it's summer!

VADA:

Hi Mr. Bixler!

Mr. Bixler turns around and sees Vada and Thomas J

MR. BIXLER

Mademoiselle Sultenfuss and the amazing Dr.

J! How's the summer treating you?

VADA:

It's okay. Mr. Bixler, I finished all the

books for summer reading.

MR. BIXLER

Really? Already? The summer's just begun.

VADA:

Yes, and now I'm reading War & Peace for fun.

MR. BIXLER

No wonder you're my prize pupil. What about

you Thomas J?

THOMAS J:

I haven't started yet.

MR. BIXLER

Better get on his case Vada.

Mr. Bixler gets down off his ladder

VADA:

Mr. Bixler, how come you're painting this old

house?

MR. BIXLER

Well I just bought it, now I'm fixing it up.

VADA:

This is one big house for one single person.

MR. BIXLER

Well, you never can tell...

(Vada gets worried look on

her face)

I might get a pet.

(Vada's expression relaxes,

she smiles)

VADA:

How are you gonna get the money for this old

house if you're not working?

MR. BIXLER

Well I'm gonna teach creative writing this

summer, so, I'm doing some work.

VADA:

How much does it cost?

MR. BIXLER

Thirty five dollars.

VADA:

What do you get for that?

MR. BIXLER

Me, two hours a week, talking about poetry.

This an interrogation Vada?

VADA:

No. Well, guess i'll go home and finish off

War & Peace.

MR. BIXLER

It's summer! You're kids! Go play!

Vada and Thomas J ride off down street

SIDE ON SHOT OF VADA AND THOMAS J RIDING DOWN STREET,

CAMERA IS MOVING WITH THEM

THOMAS J:

Wanna go to Gray's orchard and pick some

peaches?

VADA:

No, I'm going home.

THOMAS J:

Why? It's not dinner time yet.

VADA:

Dinner time?? You're like a dog! You just go

home to eat.

Vada accelerates leaving Thomas J in her tracks

Don't pee on the hydrant!!

VADA'S BEDROOM

Vada puts a record on to play.

(song is "Wedding Bell

Blues")

She then opens a drawer and picks up a class photograph,

with Mr. Bixler enhaloed in a heart shape. Music begins to

play and Vada sings along the first few bars whilst looking

at the photo longingly

SULTENFUSS' DINING ROOM TABLE NIGHT, VADA IS LYING ON THE

FLOOR SPRAWLED OUT, HARRY AND PHIL ARE HAVING A

CONVERSATION, AND GRAMMOO IS SITTING STARING INTO SPACE,

SHELLY ENTERS:

SHELLY:

Excuse me Harry, I finished Mr. Layton's

hair. He kinda looked......

(she sees Vada lying down

sprawled out on the floor)

Harry, what's wrong with her??

HARRY:

Oh, she's just pretending. Vada, get up here

and eat your broccoli!

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