Suburbia Page #10

SOOZE:

What about us? I'm moving away your staying here.

JEFF:

No, maybe not though. That, that's what I'm trying to say.

SOOZE:

Maybe not? You think that I'm with somebody else and now it's

maybe not?

JEFF:

Oh, no, no, no.

SOOZE:

You're unbelievable.

JEFF:

Wait, no, I... Look, Sooze, I figured something out.

SOOZE:

You did, huh? Good for you.

JEFF:

Oh, f*** it, man!

BUFF:

F*** it!

JEFF:

You know what? Go with him. Just go with him.

BUFF:

In the limo!!!

Buff runs off to the limo.

JEFF:

Do your covers and all that sh*t.

SOOZE:

'Bye, Jeff.

JEFF:

Go.

SOOZE:

What?

JEFF:

Just go.

Sooze walks up to him and gets in his face.

SOOZE:

You really suck, you know that?

JEFF:

Just go.

Sooze walks away and into the limo. Tim walks over to Jeff.

TIM:

To women. They're all whores. Let us not forget what Chenowsky

said. "The greatest men are the most alone." And without

suffering, Jeffery, you will never gain wisdom.

JEFF:

I'm not suffering, you know. I don't give a sh*t.

TIM:

Good. That's good.

Tim and Jeff walk towards the front of the store. Jeff stops at

the corner and looks at Bee-Bee for a long moment, then

disappears behind the corner. Bee-Bee downs the entire bottle of

whisky that was at her side.

CUT TO:

EXT. CIRCLE A - PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Jeff and Tim walk by the small glass window that Nazeer sits

behind. Jeff raps it with his comb before walking up to catch up

with Jeff. Nazeer picks up the phone. Jeff and Tim stop in the

middle of the parking lot by the pumps.

TIM:

Yeah. Yeah, no, you're right. It's no big deal, you know. Guy

probably has his arm around her right now, holding her close,

nudging her titty with his elbow, talking about the deep

significance of his music, while she looks up at him with her big

brown eyes. In a few minutes they'll be back at the Four Seasons.

You ever, you ever stayed in one of those places?

JEFF:

No.

TIM:

Well, it ain't no pup tent in the garage, you know what I mean?

F***. So they'll talk and talk. They'll probably talk all night.

And, oh, they'll decide that they're gonna spend the night

together, right? But, you know, they're gonna keep their

underwear on and they're not gonna do anything. By six a.m. he's

parking the pink Cadillac. F***. There's really only one answer.

JEFF:

What?

TIM:

Anarchy, my friend. F*** 'em. You know what I mean?

JEFF:

Yeah, f*** 'em.

TIM:

No, no, say it like this. F*** 'em!

JEFF:

F*** 'em! F*** 'em all, man!

Jeff throws his box of rice, hitting the big window on the Circle

A food shop.

TIM:

Yes! Your learning, kid. That's right! You're learning. Oh, it's

the man.

Chip and Gary pull into the Circle A with their cruiser. They get

out and walk over to the boys.

CHIP:

What's up guys?

TIM:

Uh, you know, just admiring the scenery, you know?

Nazeer comes running out of the store.

NAZEER:

This one.

(points at Tim)

He causes all the trouble.

CHIP:

Been drinking again, Timmy-boy?

TIM:

You were a shitty lineman and now your a shitty cop. Yeah, blow

me, I'm drunk.

CHIP:

Okay, come on. Time to slow down.

TIM:

Who's going to slow me down? You, you fat pig.

CHIP:

Alright, get in the car before I have to embarrass you in front

of your friend.

TIM:

Hey, Gary, how's the divorce comin'?

GARY:

A**hole. Cuff him and stuff him.

They start to put Tim in the car, he resists.

CHIP:

Will you stand up for me?

TIM:

Okay.

CHIP:

Come on. Inside.

TIM:

Okay. We'll go for a ride.

They put Tim in the cruiser and walk over to question Nazeer.

GARY:

Can you tell me what happened?

NAZEER:

He's drunk.

GARY:

Uh-huh.

NAZEER:

He causes problems. He was here earlier.

Tim screams to Jeff from inside the car.

TIM:

Hey, Jeff!

Jeff walks over the police cruiser and squats down next to the

window.

JEF:

Yeah.

TIM:

You gotta help me out, man. I'm in trouble.

JEFF:

Oh, no, no, no. This is no big deal, you know? I can come down

and, and get you out.

TIM:

No, no. I'm not, I'm not talking about this. I did a bad thing,

Jeff.

JEFF:

What? What'd you do?

TIM:

That chick, Erica?

JEFF:

Well, w-what happened?

TIM:

Well, I, you know, I took her to the van, you know. It was goin'

all hot and heavy and she started hanging on me, you know? And

she started crying, "Tim, Tim, what's the matter? I love you.

Don't go!" And I was just looking at her stupid face and her

stupid eyes, stupid mouth and I was filled with disgust, man. And

I f***in'... Oh, man, I really...

JEFF:

What'd you do?

TIM:

I hit her.

JEFF:

You hit her? Oh, wait, wait a minute. Why'd you hit her?

TIM:

Because I was f***ed up, man. I just kept hittin' her till she

didn't move anymore.

JEFF:

Wait a minute, wait a minute. She's unconscious?

TIM:

Go look, man. Go look. Go see for yourself, if you got the guts.

JEFF:

Oh f***.

The cops get in the car and pull away. Nazeer walks over to Jeff.

NAZEER:

You know, this, what you're doing with your life...

JEFF:

I don't know.

NAZEER:

You know, it's not you. You know? You seem like a smart guy.

JEFF:

Yeah, well, thank you for the advice, but you wouldn't understand

what is going on with me.

NAZEER:

Oh, it's very complicated, huh?

JEFF:

That's right.

NAZEER:

Complicated or not, life moves on. Hm?

Jeff walks away from Nazeer.

CUT TO:

EXT. CIRCLE A - VAN - NIGHT

Jeff approaches the van, slowly, nervously. He spots something on

the ground and picks it up. It's Erica's pager.

SLOW FADE OUT:

SLOW FADE UP:

EXT. CIRCLE A - PARKING LOT - EARLY MORNING

Jeff is sitting on the side of the Circle A by himself. He looks

very confused. Buff comes walking across the parking lot looking

clean and very awake.

BUFF:

Hey! Whoa, you look like sh*t. You been home yet?

JEFF:

No, no.

BUFF:

Huh? No, alright. Well, you know what we need? A hot cop of

coffee. Hand on. Ohh, hey, I was up all night too, man. A long,

long, long night.

Buff walks into the Circle A to get the coffee. Jeff makes his

way over to the pay phone and dials a number. Nazeer, who is

sweeping the parking lot stares at him.

JEFF:

(into telephone)

Hi, uh, yeah, I'd, like to report a... What? No, yeah, no, I'd

like to report a, report a crime. No, I can't hold, I don't...

alright.

Buff walks up with the coffee.

BUFF:

Hey. Hey. Are you trying to get a hold of Sooze?

JEFF:

No.

Buff walks out into the parking lot, next to Nazeer.

BUFF:

It's gonna be a beautiful f***ing day, man.

Buff throws the wrapper of the donut stick he's eating on the

ground. Nazeer stares at him. Quickly Buff picks up the wrapper

and runs towards the dumpster.

BUFF:

Oh, God! Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two!

Buff slams the wrapper into the dumpster.

NAZEER:

Yeah. Yeah, it's okay for you. It's okay. Enjoy yourself.

BUFF:

Are you talking to me?

NAZEER:

It's okay.

BUFF:

Glad it's okay.

NAZEER:

I'll tell you what. When I get my engineering degree and I'm

swimming in my swimming pool, it will be very f***ing okay.

BUFF:

Um, if you're talking to me, could you make some sense? 'Cause I

don't speak Swahili.

NAZEER:

In two more years I'll have an engineering degree. We'll sell the

store, we'll move away from Burnfield and the store and you

standing here.

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