Red Hook Page #2

(laughter)

(sighs) OH.

ARE YOU OKAY?

(laughs)

(sighs)

(scoffs)

SOME PEOPLE ARE JUS TOO HIGH-STRUNG.

(indistinct conversations)

HEY, JENNY.

OH.

WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT,

WAIT, WAIT, WAIT.

WHAT? WHAT?

WAIT. LOOK, I'M SORRY.

YOU ARE A CREEP.

I SWEAR I DIDN'T KNOW

IT WAS YOU.

WAIT, SO YOU WANTED THAT GUY

TO WALK IN ON SOMEBODY?

HE'S LONELY.

(scoffs)

I KID. I JOKE.

THAT'S WHAT I DO.

YOU'RE DISGUSTING. YOU'RE

SUPPOSED TO BE IN CHARGE.

IT'S WELCOME WEEK.

YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO PULL PRANKS

AND STUFF LIKE THAT.

OKAY, WOULD IT HELP

IF I SAID THAT I AM SORRY

THAT I TARGETED YOU?

BAD JUDGMENT CALL. WHAT?

UM, NO.

I'M A DICK.

I CROSSED THE LINE.

I AM SORRY. I-I WON' DO IT TO YOU AGAIN.

AND WHY SHOULD I

TRUST YOU?

I PROMISE NOT TO BE A DICK

AGAIN, SO SAFE, RIGHT?

CAN I MAKE IT UP TO YOU?

HOW?

THERE'S STILL TIME TO SIGN UP

FOR THE SCAVENGER HUNT.

(chuckles)

YOU'LL MA-

YOU'LL MAKE NEW FRIENDS,

AND, HELL, IF YOU WIN,

YOU WILL ERASE THAT-

THIS WHOLE PARANOID

REPUTATION THING.

BYE, TIM.

OKAY, I'LL CATCH YOU

LATER ON. BYE.

HEY, GUYS, SIGN UP

FOR THE SCAVENGER HUNT.

THERE'S ONLY FOUR

MORE DAYS LEFT, HUH?

OKAY, GREAT.

(voices overlapping)

CAN I...

(voices overlapping)

(chuckles)

GAVIN.

GAVIN.

WANT TO PULL UP A SEAT?

I'M OKAY. I'M JUST-I'M GETTING

A HEAD START ON SOME READING.

I CAN BE YOUR CLIFF NOTES

IF YOU WANT.

AH.

(laughs)

(playing "Anything But Ordinary"

by AnnMarie Milazzo)

HEY:

HEY...

I'LL BET THEY DON'T HAVE

THIS IN THE SUBURBS.

NO, YOU'RE RIGHT.

WE DON'T.

KINDA WISH I'D GROWN UP

IN THE SUBURBS.

SPEND 18 YEARS

IN NORTH CAROLINA,

AND YOU JUST WANT MORE.

JUST THE PAIN THAT COMES

FROM LOOKIN' BACK

BORN, BUT NOT FOR LIVIN',

AS OUR MOTHERS...

HEY, UH,

DO YOU KNOW WHY:

THERE ARE-SO MANY

NEW YORKERS ARE DEPRESSED?

NO.

IT'S 'CAUSE THE LIGHT AT THE END

OF THE TUNNEL IS NEW JERSEY.

(laughs)

YOU MOVE FORWARD,

AND I MOVE DESPERATELY

IT'S STARTING TO RAIN.

AND THE NOISE DROWNS ME

YEAH, THE DREAM...

WHERE WERE YOU WHEN...

I WAS UP AT SCHOOL

IN THE BRONX.

... FOOLIN' MYSELF,

JUST LIKE EVERYBODY...

YOU MUST HAVE BEEN...

I CAN'T IMAGINE

LIVIN' ANYWHERE ELSE.

(thunder rolls)

MY BROTHER DIED HERE.

IT'S LIKE

HE'S BURIED HERE.

ORDINARY...

I'M SORRY.

YEAH, I DON'T USUALLY LEAD OFF

WITH THAT ON A FIRST DATE.

OH, REALLY?

NO.

NICE.

YOU SEEM KINDA MORBID

AND TWISTED, TOO.

THANK YOU.

YOU'RE WELCOME.

YEAH, DEAD SIBLINGS HAVE,

UH, THAT AFFECT ON YOU.

DID ANGELA TELL YOU?

YEAH.

SHE KINDA TOLD EVERYBODY

ABOUT YOU BEFORE YOU GOT HERE.

NICE.

WOULD YOU BELIEVE I

IF I TOLD YOU THA I'M KINDA GLAD SHE DID?

AND THE NOISE DROWNS ME

YEAH, THE DREAM

HASN'T FOUND ME A WAY

DON'T WAN TO BE FULL OF MYSELF

JUST LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE

IT'S GETTING HARDER...

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

I DON'T KNOW.

TO BE ANYTHING:

BUT ORDINARY:

DO YOU WAN TO HOLD MY HAND?

I DO.

UM, THIS.

DO YOU WANT SOME-

SOME SORT OF BACON?

YOU WANT SOME?

CHICKEN?

(chuckles)

FRIED RICE?

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

(gunshot, screaming)

(breathing heavily)

MONEY!

DOWN! DOWN!

(screaming)

DOWN! DOWN!

OH, MY GOD!

DOWN!

(cash register dings)

FASTER! FASTER!

(gunshot)

(screaming)

DOWN!

(gun c*cks)

(gunshot)

(screams)

(breathing heavily)

(cell phone rings)

(cell phone rings)

MOM.

(ring)

IF I TELL HER:

WHAT HAPPENED...

(ring)

THEN I'VE LOST.

YOU DON'T HAVE

TO GO HOME.

(ring)

YOU'VE LOST IF YOU

NEVER LEAVE THIS ROOM,

AND ANGELA:

NEEDS HER SPACE.

(ring)

HI, MOM.

NO, I'M FINE. I'M FINE.

YEAH, IT'S GREAT.

I LOVE NEW YORK.

YEAH, I-I EVEN

BOUGHT THE T-SHIRT.

(laughs) YEAH.

LISTEN, I HAVE

TO GO, THOUGH,

BECAUSE, UM, THERE'S

A NEW STUDENT BARBECUE,

SO, UM, I'LL TALK

TO YOU LATER, OKAY?

YEAH, YEAH.

TELL-TELL DAD

I SAID HI.

I LOVE YOU, TOO. BYE.

WHAT? YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY

ACTRESS IN THIS ROOM.

(scoffs) YES, BUT THIS ONE

HAS AN AUDITION TOMORROW,

YOU'RE LEAVING SCHOOL?

HELLO,

IT'S A BROADWAY SHOW.

IF I BOOK IT,

I WILL NOT NEED COLLEGE.

HEY, ANGELA.

NOT INTERESTED,

NOT ANYMORE.

HEY, GUYS.

LOOK, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW

MUCH FUN THIS IS GONNA BE.

DON'T EVEN-NO IDEA.

IT-IT'S GONNA BE LIKE CAMP.

THIS IS EXACTLY WHY PEOPLE

THINK YOU'RE UNAPPROACHABLE!

OH!

(playing "Here For You"

by Jeremy Kushnier)

YOU WANT ME TO GO?

YOU DON'T HAVE TO.

HOW ARE YOU DOING

WITH ALL OF THIS?

DAYS DRIFT BY,

AND I DON'T KNOW...

I'M WITH YOU.

WHERE I'LL BE

COME TOMORROW:

BUT TONIGHT:

I'M HERE WITH YOU...

OW.

OH, I'M SORRY.

OW.

SORRY.

IT'S BEAUTIFUL.

MM. IT'S A HAND-ME-DOWN

FROM MY BROTHER.

SO TONIGHT:

I AM HERE FOR YOU

I'M HERE FOR YOU

(AnGELa sings)

DON'T RUN AWAY,

AND DON'T LOSE YOUR BREAKFAST

HAVE A CONVERSATION,

LOOK HIM IN THE EYE

BE A LITTLE WHILE...

YEAH, I-I DON'T-I DON' WANT TO BE HER PARTNER.

OH, COME ON. YOU GET TO BE

WITH A SOPHOMORE.

SHE'S A LOT OF FUN,

TRUST ME. I DID HER.

YEAH, RIGHT.

PAULA.

NO.

I THINK:

THAT THE SCAVENGER HUN

WOULD MAKE AN EXCELLENT STORY

FOR THE "DAILY YORKER."

RELEVANT TO ME HOW?

I CAN, UH,

GET YOU ON STAFF.

YOU COULD GET ME

ON THE PAPER?

GOD, PAULA,

FOR SOMEONE SO TOUGH,

YOU CAN BE SO NAIVE.

OH, PLUS I SCORED

WHITE STRIPES TICKETS

FOR THE PRIZE.

BACKSTAGE PASSES, TOO.

YOU KNOW, I HAVE I ON STRONG AUTHORITY

THAT SOME EXECS:

FROM WARNER MUSIC

ARE GOING TO BE THERE.

IF YOU WIN THE TICKETS,

YOU DON'T HAVE TO TAKE HER,

OKAY? TAKE SOMEBODY ELSE.

OH, HEY, CAMILLE.

WHOA, THAT-THAT-

THAT CONCERT'S SOLD OUT.

EVEN MY DAD'S FIRM

CAN'T GET THEIR HANDS ON TICKETS

TO THE WHITE STRIPES CONCERT.

THE WINNING TEAM

GETS THE TICKETS.

WHAT DID YOU SAY?

HE SAID HE'S GONNA WIN

THE SCAVENGER HUNT,

OH, AND CAMILLE.

YOU GONNA LET THAT HAPPEN?

YEAH, CHAPPY, ARE YOU

GONNA LET THAT HAPPEN?

YOU WOULD DO THAT FOR ME?

IF YOU'RE THE WINNER.

I'M IN.

NOBODY'S GETTING THEIR HANDS

ON ANYTHING BUT ME.

I'LL DO IT.

I'LL PLAY YOUR

LITTLE GAME, TIM.

I...

THAT MAN HAS:

BECOME A PUTZ.

(sighs)

YOU HAVE BEEN:

REALLY PATIENT WITH ME.

THANK YOU.

HEY, I WAS THERE.

BUT YOU HANDLE I WAY BETTER THAN I DO.

WELL, FOR ONE,

I LEAVE MY ROOM.

OKAY, IF YOU-IF YOU WANT TO GO

ON THE SCAVENGER HUNT THING,

THEN GO,

WIN THE CONCERT TICKETS.

WILL YOU LEAVE YOUR ROOM

TO GO WITH ME?

MM.

I DON'T WANT THE TICKETS,

AND I DON'T WANT TO BE

ON SOME STUPID SCAVENGER HUN

WITHOUT YOU.

BUT...

YOU CAN'T STAY IN HERE

FOREVER, JENNY.

STOPPING YOUR LIFE

LIKE THIS:

MEANS YOU'RE NO BETTER OFF

THAN YOUR SISTER.

HOW COULD YOU:

SAY THAT...

TO ME?

BECAUSE I SAY I TO MYSELF EVERY DAY.

IT'S LIKE...

IF I GO OUTSIDE,

I'LL GET KILLED.

(scoffs)

(scoffs)

OH, IS THAT THE STUPIDES THING YOU'VE EVER HEARD?

NO,

BECAUSE YOU COULD BE KILLED

INSIDE THE ROOM.

YOU'RE BAD.

WELL, YOU ASKED ME

HOW I GET THROUGH IT.

YOU GOTTA HAVE:

A SENSE OF HUMOR.

SO DID YOU...

REALLY WANT TO GO

ON THAT SCAVENGER HUNT?

ONLY WITH YOU.

(door squeaks)

(door slams shut)

(cell phone rings)

(playing

"She's Gonna Make You Want Her"

by Cassandra Kubinski)

DON'T THINK I DON'T NOTICE

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