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82.
PRINCIPAL BARNES (CONT’D)
I got a phone call from a very
upset parent. That’s how I found
out about...you know. Frankly, I’m
not sure why you didn’t feel like
you could tell me.
KATE:
I freaked out -- a student asked
why I wasn’t fat and I just froze
up and then another student was
saying I killed my baby and I
didn’t know what to do.
PRINCIPAL BARNES
I’m not angry with you -- but I
need to be clear that this doesn’t
happen again.
KATE:
It won’t. I promise that.
PRINCIPAL BARNES
By “not happening again,” I mean
that you don’t discuss any
controversial topics -- things the
school board deems “family matters”
with your class.
(beat)
No sex. No god. No drugs and
alcohol.
KATE:
Okay, I...
Kate straightens up in her seat, takes a deep breath. She
seems...exhausted.
KATE (CONT’D)
...I can’t keep doing this. I feel
awful.
PRINCIPAL BARNES
(confused)
I know this all must be hard for
you -
KATE:
No. You don’t understand.
(beat)
I have to be honest with you.
PRINCIPAL BARNES
What do you mean?
83.
KATE:
Principal Barnes...I wasn’t ever
pregnant.
Principal Barnes looks shocked.
KATE (CONT’D)
I lied -- to the class and to you -because
I was scared.
PRINCIPAL BARNES
But...you vomited in class.
KATE:
I know. And when that happened I
didn’t know what to do because the
truth is -
PRINCIPAL BARNES
Oh, my god -- are you really ill?
Is it cancer?
KATE:
No, well, yes. I have a disease,
but, um...
(beat)
...it’s alcoholism.
Principal Barnes goes from concerned -- to angry.
PRINCIPAL BARNES
What?
KATE:
I’ve been working on it. I’m one-
hundred days sober. When that
happened I’d been out drinking and
was hung over and -
PRINCIPAL BARNES
You vomited in front of children
because you were hung over?
KATE:
Yes.
PRINCIPAL BARNES
And lied, saying that you were
pregnant?
KATE:
Well, a student asked if I was
pregnant -- and “yes” just kind of
fell out of my mouth.
84.
Principal Barnes looks disgusted.
PRINCIPAL BARNES
That’s sick, Kate.
KATE:
I know.
PRINCIPAL BARNES
No, I don’t think you understand
how wrong that is. To lie to me --
to the children. You know I felt so
terrible for you when I found out
that you had a mis -- ?
(beat)
-- how can you play with people’s
emotions like that?
KATE:
I was sick.
PRINCIPAL BARNES
Jesus...you told us you had a
miscarriage.
KATE:
I’m sorry.
PRINCIPAL BARNES
I threw you a baby shower.
KATE:
I’m really sorry. I am. I’ve been
wanting to tell you the truth
because honesty has become really
important to me. I’m in AA now and
doing the steps and working with a
sponsor and everything.
(beat)
It’s really hard. I mean, I think
my husband might hate me, and -
PRINCIPAL BARNES
I’m sorry, but what you did is
totally irresponsible.
KATE:
I know.
PRINCIPAL BARNES
(beat)
I can’t have you here anymore.
85.
KATE:
(surprised)
Am I being fired?
PRINCIPAL BARNES
No, no -- the state wouldn’t allow
that without a report. I’m not
going to write a report. Because,
frankly, I have no idea what that
report would say.
(beat)
But I’m forcing you to take a leave
of absence and I think it’s in your
best interest if you find a job
elsewhere.
KATE:
Listen -- I’m really sorry, but I’m
PRINCIPAL BARNES
I believe you -- or I want to. I
really do. But honey -- I believed
you before.
(beat)
I’ll have a sub take over your
class starting tomorrow. It’s late
enough in the year that we can just
say you’re having personal problems
Principal Barnes looks at Kate.
PRINCIPAL BARNES (CONT’D)
-- which seems to be the truth.
KATE:
Principal Barnes -
PRINCIPAL BARNES
Not another word. I’m upset right
now -- very upset -- and I think
reporting you.
Kate struggles to say something, to try to explain herself
but no words come out until she musters -
KATE:
Thank you.
Kate stands, defeated, and leaves the Principal's office.
86.
64 INT. ELEMENTARY SCHOOL -STAIRS/HALLWAY - DAY 64 *
Kate glumly marches down the stairs -- holding a BOX filledwith some of her things (including the BABY SHOWER GIFTS).
*
MR. DAVIES
Kate -- what’s going on?
KATE:
I told Principal Barnes abouteverything.
MR. DAVIES
(terrified)
What? Everything? Did you tell her
about...?
Mr. Davies gestures to Kate’s crotch.
KATE:
(confused)
Huh?
(gets it)
Oh, God -- no. I told her that I’m
an alcoholic. And that I lied. And
she fired me.
MR. DAVIES
(relieved)
Oh...
(but concerned, too)
...my god, Kate -- I’m sorry.
KATE:
I’ve been going to AA and trying tobe sober and this is what it got
me.
(beat)
Fired, for telling the truth.
Mr. Davies awkwardly puts his arm around Kate’s shoulder.
MR. DAVIES
I’m sorry. I wish there was
something I could do.
KATE:
I’m a f***-up. I’ll always be a
f*** up. I’m just like my mom.
87.
MR. DAVIES
(confused)
No, no -- you’re a wonderful, smartwoman Kate. You can’t let this get
you down.
KATE:
I gotta go.
Mr. Davies takes Kate’s box of things from her.
MR. DAVIES
Let me walk you to your car.
Kate throws her arms around Mr. Davies and begins to ---
full-on SOB.
Mr. Davies seems flustered and a little scared but tries to
comfort Kate.
65 INT. SUBARU (MOVING) - DAY
Kate cries as she drives.
65
She glances in the backseat at ---
and sobs even harder.
Kate walks into a near-empty, depressing dive. She nervouslysits at the bar.
The BARTENDER -- a gruff looking guy with the sleeves rolledup -- approaches.
BARTENDER:
What do you need?
KATE:
Whiskey. Double.
The bartender gives Kate her drink. Kate immediately downsit.
*
KATE (CONT’D)
Can I have another one?
88.
BARTENDER:
Sure -- you gotta pay for the first
one, though. Eight bucks.
Kate puts a TWENTY DOLLAR BILL down.
The bartender pours her another shot.
LATER:
Kate has clearly been drinking for awhile -- she’s curled up
at the bar, nursing her BEER.
BARTENDER (CONT’D)
Look, Miss -- I don’t wanna be a
downer or anything ‘cause I take it
you’ve had a bad day, but um... I
think you need to go home.
KATE:
Why?
BARTENDER:
Cause you’re pretty drunk -- and
it’s four p.m.
KATE:
What about him?
Kate points to an old CRUSTY MAN at the other end of the bar.
KATE (CONT’D)
You’re not kicking him out.
BARTENDER:
I’m just trying to be a pal.
KATE:
Stop it -- you aren’t my pal. I
just got fired, and I just quit AA.
(beat)
It didn’t work.
BARTENDER:
Oh, boy...
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