Nurse Betty Page #5

16 EXT. SUE ANN'S HOUSE - SAME TIME 16

She walks several houses down. On her way to the door we

hear a DOG BARKING, CHILDREN and GENERAL COMMOTION from

inside. SUE ANN ROGERS answers Betty's knock. Her hair is

matted with sweat as she struggles with CHILDREN, ages 4, 3

and 6 months. Suddenly, Sue Ann is hit by an errant rubber

ball.

SUE ANN:

Hey, darling... oww! Sorry, got my own

little Gulf War going on here.

Betty takes the baby as Sue Ann pulls a videotape from a

shelf. It's all one move; they do this every day.

14.

BETTY:

Did you watch it yet?

SUE ANN:

Sure did. I'll tell you, if that man was

any better looking it'd be a crime 'a

some sort...

BETTY:

Yep. Hey, I got a surprise for tonight.

We're going to the Starlite in style!

SUE ANN:

Oh, Betty--

BETTY:

I'll give you a hint. If you scrunch up

your eyes a bit it looks just like a

Jaguar...

SUE ANN:

Honey, I'm really sorry, I was gonna call

you about tonight. Larry's got a lodge

meeting. There's no way I can get a

sitter this fast.

BETTY:

(disappointed)

No... what about your sister?

SUE ANN:

I can't ask her again-- Nathan, stop it!

Jesse, don't take that, hit back!-- I

feel terrible, hon.

After a beat ...

BETTY:

It's all right.

SUE ANN:

You sure? Maybe next week we could...

BETTY:

Uh-huh. No, we'll do it later. 'S only

a birthday, right? I'll have another one

next year...

Betty forces a smile, kisses the baby and hands it back to

Sue Ann, who hands her the videotape.

SUE ANN:

Aahhh...

(BEAT)

So what color is it?

15.

BETTY:

What?

SUE ANN:

The LeSabre!

BETTY:

Maroon.

(BEAT)

I stole it.

SUE ANN:

What?

BETTY:

He wasn't going to let us use it, so I

just took it.

SUE ANN:

Oh, I wish we could just get in it and

drive, and drive, and drive!

BETTY:

Yeah, me too.

SUE ANN:

Sorry, hon. Happy Birthday...

BETTY:

I gotta go make dinner.

Betty throws her a look as Sue Ann closes the door. Betty

turns around, frustrated. She starts yanking her apron off

as she crosses the street.

17 INT. BETTY'S HOUSE - DAY 17

A low-end ranch. A worn-out sofa and loveseat form an 'L'

that dominates the living room. Romance novels line a small

bookcase. SIX CANARIES in cages chatter away in the kitchen.

Del sits at the dining room table, agitated. He is presently

attacking a pork chop, baked beans and a loaf of Wonderbread.

All we hear is A FORK CLICKING and BIRDS CHIRPING. Betty

stands at the breakfast counter, barefoot, still in her

uniform and quietly eating a salad.

BETTY:

Sure you don't want any salad?

DEL:

No, I do not want any goddamn... what was

all that sh*t on the phone about the new

Buicks?

16.

BETTY:

I told you. Sue Ann was gonna take me

out tonight, but...

DEL:

She's not comfortable in a Corsica? 'S

got air and leather...

BETTY:

I took the blue Corsica, Del. Relax.

DEL:

All right, then. Actually, I'm glad

you're going out. I got something going

on tonight. Some serious clients, with

real potential.

Del BELCHES, smiles, then CLUCKS at the birds nearby.

BETTY:

... like the water purifiers?

DEL:

What?

BETTY:

Or the vitamins? Or the...?

Del almost comes out of his chair, pointing his finger at

her.

DEL:

Hey, the FDA screwed me on that when they

changed the law, and you know it!

(BEAT)

Anyway, 'least I try sh*t, still got some

dreams left... you're a goddamn waitress,

what do you got?

BETTY:

I got you, Del...

DEL:

... well, then you ain't got much.

BETTY:

Oh, I know.

(BEAT)

So, who're these clients?

DEL:

Couple 'a guys in from outta town. They

want to see the new LeSabres.

Betty hides her reaction.

17.

DEL (cont'd)

And I don't need Sue Ann's fat ass around

to f*** it up...

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