Stepmom Page #6
INT. POLICE STATION - DAY
Jackie RUNS through the police station moving down corridors past
desks until she sees BEN sitting with TWO POLICEMEN on a bench.
She holds him to her chest, shaking.
JACKIE:
Ben! Oh my Ben! Are you alright?
BEN:
I knew where I was all the time.
INT. AUDITORIUM - THAT EVENING
Ben sits between Jackie and Luke holding each of their hands.
Rachel sits on the other side of Luke; all waiting for the Harvest
Pageant to begin. It's horribly tense.
RACHEL:
(sincerely)
Jackie? I am so sorry about today I
really f***ed up royalty. When you
called Luke I was so goddamn relieved --
Luke elbows her with an "We're in an Elementary School" elbow.
RACHEL:
No I did -- I know I did -- I screwed
up. I feel like such an a**hole...
Jackie lifts Ben onto her lap, holding him tightly. She turns and
faces Rachel, claws bared.
JACKIE:
Shhhhhh!
The lights go down. They sit pretending the other is not there.
On stage -- The class is dressed as the harvest PRODUCE. Annabelle
is the CORN. Each FOOD DISH steps forward and introduces itself.
Annabelle rehearing her line over and over.
ANNABELLE:
"Hello! I am Maze. But you can call
me Corn. Hello! I am..."
Inside her costume, her breathing is sharp. She stands very
straight, very bold. A brazen ear of corn. She steps forward.
ANNABELLE:
"Hello! I am...
Rachel POPS UP next to the stage with her huge PROFESSIONAL CAMERA
and giant flash. Her camera FLASHES three times, quickly. After
each flash, we see the picture for a split second, Annabelle. A
TERRIFIED ear of corn. A LOST ear of corn.
ANNABELLE:
(blinks, disoriented)
Um...I'm...I'm...Oh...
In the audience, Jackie is willing her daughter a recovery. Sees
instead, a completely DEVASTATED ear of corn.
ANNABELLE:
(exploding in tears)
Oh forget it!
She runs offstage amidst laughter and applause. Luke looks over at
Jackie but she and Ben have already left their seats.
EXT. AUDITORIUM FOYER - NIGHT
Jackie comforts Annabelle. Ben watches closely, getting caught up
in his sister's sadness. Luke and Rachel approach.
ANNABELLE:
I hate her. I really hate her.
LUKE:
There you are!
ANNABELLE:
(covering her face)
Don't take my picture!
She starts to cry. Ben's lip quivers, his eyes well up.
JACKIE:
Annabelle doesn't really want to talk
to you right now.
RACHEL:
I'm sorry I didn't mean to break your
concentration. I thought it would be
a nice moment to rememb...
ANNABELLE:
I don't ever want to remember this!
A TURKEY approaches.
TURKEY:
They're taking a picture of the
Produce, we need the Corn. C'mon
Annabelle.
JACKIE:
See? No one's laughing at you. Your
friends want you to join them, Anna-
belle. Corn is a very important part
of the Harvest Produce. Now Ben, walk
your sister over to the Yams.
Ben takes Annabelle's hand. When they are gone...
RACHEL:
Jackie, if I thought for one moment...
JACKIE:
(lighting into Luke)
You listen carefully because I am only
going to say this once. That woman has
nothing more to do with my children.
LUKE:
Our children.
JACKIE:
Do you realize what could have hap-
pened to your son today? How lucky we
are the police found him before some
lunatic did? He could have been...
LUKE:
But he hasn't. He wandered off. I
know it's terrifying. I can imagine
how you felt when that call came -- But
it happens.
JACKIE:
Not to me.
LUKE:
(soft, reasonable)
Jackie, you've made mistakes -- We all
make mistakes --
JACKIE:
I'm not gonna wait around to see the
next one. I'm not gonna watch my kids
fall through the cracks of this
arrangement. I'm seeing a lawyer.
LUKE:
Jackie stop. We promised we never go
there.
JACKIE:
We've broken a lot of promises,
haven't we Luke?
RACHEL:
Why are you taking this out on him?
LUKE:
Rache, get out of th...
RACHEL:
(still to Jackie)
You haven't done one goddam thing to
make any of this easier...
JACKIE:
I am not here to make it easier for
you. These are my children. They
don't want to be with you.
RACHEL:
Well, maybe they would if they thought
it was okay, with y...
JACKIE:
(poking Luke's chest)
A court order is gonna say that woman
is never alone with my children! Ever
again! Do you HEAR that?
All of New Jersey heard that. On the silence that follows, she
stalks off. The mother lion. Doing what she has to do.
Jackie and her children ride HORSES side by side through a perfect
Fall afternoon. Our riders look about alertly, as if patrolling
enemy territory.
ANNABELLE:
Guinevere, Godiva, I sense enemy
sol...
BEN:
I don't want to be Lady Godiva
anymore, no matter how much I like
chocolate. I want to be a stud.
In distance, a gaggle of GROUNDSKEEPERS. Jackie points these out
to Ben, without missing a beat...
JACKIE:
Lord Nelson, Napoleon's troops. I
fear for the women and the property
values.
ANNABELLE:
I'll ride ahead. Nelson, protect the
Queen...
And she canters off, blood in her eye. Alone now with his mom, Ben
has something serious on his mind.
BEN:
Mommy? It's not Rachel's fault I ran
away.
JACKIE:
(doesn't turn)
No, that's your fault. It's her fault
for not watching over my precious son,
as if it were her priority. Which
means, the most important job.
BEN:
(thinks about this)
Rachel's job is she works.
JACKIE:
Ben, mommies work too. They work very
hard. Mommy works harder as a mom
than she did when she was working. I
just don't get paid.
BEN:
Does Rachel make a lot of money?
JACKIE:
People like Rachel who only think about
themselves often do make a lot of money.
BEN:
I think she's pretty, Mommy.
JACKIE:
Yes...if you like big hair...
BEN:
Mommy?
JACKIE:
What honey?
BEN:
If you want me to hate her I will.
On Jackie. Stunned. Her lips part for an answer. But she hasn't
got one.
EXT. JACKIE'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Luke pacing around on the path through Jackie's front lawn. Jackie
exits the house, alone. Stands on the porch. And they stare at
each other.
JACKIE:
You know, you can come inside the
house.
He looks at the end of his rope. She walks down to him.
LUKE:
(quietly)
Did you see the lawyer?
Oh. Well...
JACKIE:
Called him. We set an ap...
LUKE:
(almost a whisper)
Don't do this.
So vulnerable. The air comes out of her. We see how much she
still cares for this man.
JACKIE:
You're saying, don't make the kids
a football, don't put them through a
war. But I'm doing this for their
well-being.
LUKE:
Partly. But partly, you're mad.
Staring. At each other.
LUKE:
You know the kids aren't really in
danger. This is about Rachel, and
you're right, I'm disappointed in her
learning curve, and...
JACKIE:
Slugs. Have faster learning curves.
Trees, even.
He takes a breath.
LUKE:
(here it is)
I'm afraid she's going to walk.
JACKIE:
And I'm supposed to care.
He reaches out. Takes her hands.
LUKE:
(softly)
About me, yeh. Like I care about you.
She looks in his eyes.
JACKIE:
years ago?
He shrugs. Looks saddened by that.
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