Suburbia

EXT. ESTABLISHING - BURNFIELD - DAY

Over the various images of Burnfield's strip malls and fast food

joints we hear GENE PITNEY singing.

GENE PITNEY (V.O.)

(singing)

"When your young and so in love as we

and bewildered by the world we see

why do people hurt us so

Only those in love know

What a town without pity can do

If we stop to gave upon a star

people talk about how bad we are

ours is not an easy age

we're like tigers in a cage

What a town without pity can do"

INT. JEFF'S ROOM - GARAGE - DAY

JEFF is talking on the telephone inside of his tent which is has

set up in his parents garage.

JEFF:

(into telephone)

Buff? Yeah, I'll see you down there later. I just gotta finish

some stuff I'm writing. Okay. 'Bye.

Jeff clicks over to the other line.

JEFF:

(into telephone)

SOOZE? Yeah, so did you tell him that we couldn't afford twenty

bucks a ticket and why didn't he put us on the comp list? No, no,

there's always a comp list. Alright. Well, so then, just get your

mother's car and maybe we'll all go do something. Yeah. I gotta

get off. Okay. 'Bye.

CUT TO:

INT. PIZZA JOINT - DAY

BUFF is the one of the only people working. Pies are over cooking

in the oven and Buff is trying to punch out of work as soon as he

can.

BUFF:

(into telephone)

Hey, Frankie! Hey, what are you doing? Sleeping? What, at six

o'clock? Sleep when you are dead. Hey, man, I just got off work.

Why don't you meet me down at the corner. So? Put on some clothes

and come down, man, yeah. Yeah, yeah, I wanna see you, man.

Alright. Yeah. Hey, why don't you bring that pot you just bought?

What?! Yeah, f*** you man!

(to employee)

Later.

CUT TO:

INT. SOOZE'S HOUSE. BEDROOM - DAY

Sooze's room is covered with a wide variety of artwork, most of

which she as done. She hangs up the phone and walks down the

hallway towards her MOTHERS room. She stops in her mother's

doorway,

SOOZE:

I'm going out later.

SOOZE'S MOM

No car.

SOOZE:

The f*** not?

SOOZE'S MOM

You know the f*** not.

SOOZE:

F***.

SOOZE'S MOM

Don't swear it's impolite.

Sooze storms out of the room and back down the hall to her own

room. Sooze's mom is watching a shopping channel on the

television. We dolly into the television.

SHOPPING CHANNEL HOST

... suggest that you call immediately. We are truly thrilled to

bring you this next item and it's a Host Value Special. It's the

spiral relaxation lamp. I personally bought one of these for a

very good friend of mine and ended up falling in love with it, I

found myself mesmerized by watching the balls. That's why I

suggest that if you're going to buy one, that you buy maybe two

or three...

CUT TO:

INT. CIRCLE A CONVENIENCE STORE - NIGHT

Two POLICE OFFICERS (CHIP and GARY) are at the counter buying

cigarettes. Jeff is also inside shopping. The convenience store

worker, NAZEER, is watching a cops-like TV show.

TV REPORTER (V.O.)

It started with a traffic argument, escalated to the firing of a

legally carried handgun, ending with the death of the man it was

aimed at. GORDON RIEDHALE claimed he couldn't escape an attacker

who was punching him in the head. Concealed carry instructors

say, "It's that fear..."

CHIP:

Just depends on the filter capacity. What size is that pool?

GARY:

Fifty-five thousand.

(to Nazeer)

Marlboros, chief. Hard pack.

CHIP:

In that case you need a heavy-duty filter.

NAZEER:

Two-fifty.

GARY:

Two-fifty? They go up?

NAZEER:

Always two-fifty, my friend.

TV REPORTER (V.O.)

What that means is that every armed licensee faced with danger

must make a split second judgment call.

Gary places two-fifty on the counter and him and Chip walk back

to their patrol car. As they leave the parking lot they see TIM

sitting on the side of the building.

CHIP:

(to Tim)

Timmy-boy!

Tim makes a "smooth sailing" gesture with his hand. Buff roles

over to Tim on his roller blades. He sweeps off a piece of

concrete and places down a slice of pizza. Buff begins to play

hockey with two empty beer cans on the ground. He shoots one at

the dumpster and the other at Tim.

BUFF:

Peace! Ah, time's running out, three, two, one!

He shoots the beer can at Tim, barely missing him. Jeff walks up

from around the corner holding a package of cookies he just

bought. Nazeer is right behind him eating something.

BUFF (CONT'D)

Score! Yeah!

NAZEER:

Hey, hey, seven-twenty. Seven-twenty.

Jeff turns around.

JEFF:

What?

NAZEER:

Seven-twenty.

JEFF:

I gave it to you.

BUFF:

He paid you man.

NAZEER:

You owe me twenty cents. Come on, seven-twenty. Seven-twenty.

BUFF:

Yo! Your spitting rice all over us! God.

Jeff digs into his pockets.

JEFF:

Here's twenty-five cents.

Nazeer takes the money and walks away.

JEFF (CONT'D)

Guy should cut down on his caffeine intake.

BUFF:

Needs some pizza in his diet.

Buff is eating his slice of pizza and skating around the group.

TIM:

I don't think I like that guy's attitude at all. Hey, you know

what? Take off the blades. I mean it. I'm gonna break your

f***ing legs. Take 'em off.

BUFF:

You're fascist, man. Neofascist.

He sits down and begins to take of his blades.

TIM:

Buff, sit. You know what I mean though? Somebody ought to crack

that guy with a baseball bat.

JEFF:

Yeah, well, he's from a Third World country. He doesn't have it

easy.

TIM:

What? What the f*** do you know about the third world? You been

there? No? No, well, I have. F***ers live like sardines in a can

over there, you know. Everything stinks. It's true, there's no,

you know, law, no order. No nothing. The a**holes come over here,

they think it's gonna be the same.

JEFF:

Hey, he's a human being you can give him that much.

TIM:

Actually, the only thing I gotta give that guy is a one-way

ticket back to Greaseball-land.

JEFF:

Yeah, well, that pizza could feed a family of four in Turkey or

India or wherever the f*** he comes from.

BUFF:

Oh yeah? Oh, how'd you ship it over there, man? Federal Express?

Hm? By the time it got there it'd be way cold and coagulated.

Total waste. Cheese be stuck to the cardboard.

JEFF:

Buff, that slice is the difference between life and death for

some half-dead Bangladeshi.

BUFF:

Yo, your gettin' me all upset here.

JEFF:

You should get upset. Everyone should get upset. When, when

Hitler was greasing the Jews, people were saying, "Don't get me

upset. Your bumming me out." My duty as a human being is to be

pissed off. Jesus Christ, not that it makes a difference on the

first f***ing place. Nothing ever changes, man. Fifty years from

now we're all gonna be dead and there'll be new people standing

here drinking beer, eating pizza, bitching and moaning about the

price of Oreos, and they won't even know we were ever here. And

then fifty years after that those suckers will be dust and bones

and there'll be all these generations of suckers trying to figure

out what they're doing on this f***ing planet and they'll all be

full of sh*t. It's all so f***ing futile.

TIM:

If it's all so f***ing futile, what the f*** are you so f***ing

upset about, fuckhead?

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