Suburbia Page #12

JEFF:

What are, what are you doing? Look, Tim, just go home. Alright.

Go home and sleep it off.

TIM:

Well, what am I supposed to sleep off? My life? You know, I'm

supposed to go home and go to sleep and when I wake up, what'll I

be, Jeff? A pilot? Maybe a Super Bowl quarterback or, no, maybe a

f***ing rock star. Right? I don't think so, man.

JEFF:

Just go home, alright?

TIM:

This is my home.

JEFF:

Why, why did you start this in the first place, man? They never

hurt you.

TIM:

They never hurt me? They hurt me every day with their attitude.

You know, like they even have a right. Who the f*** do they think

they are? Let me tell you something, I was born here. Alright?

I'm an American. And I'm owed something. Look, they took it from

me.

JEFF:

They're just people. Alright? They got feelings, you know?

TIM:

What about my feelings? What about my f***ing feelings? These

a**holes, they come over here, they know all the answers, right?

Well, they don't know sh*t.

JEFF:

Will you just put the gun down?

TIM:

No.

JEFF:

Just put it down.

Nazeer walks out of the store.

NAZEER:

What is this... now , huh?

Jeff starts to walk towards Nazeer.

TIM:

Jeff, stay there.

JEFF:

He's got a gun. He's got a gun.

TIM:

Well, then, there now, why don't you go inside and call the cops

and I'll come in there and blow your f***ing brains out.

NAZEER:

Why should I call the police, huh? They don't so any good.

TIM:

Well, you gotta call your wife then, you know, 'cause she kind of

handles these heavy matters anyway, right?

NAZEER:

No. No, you see, I don't have to call my wife.

TIM:

Well, what about this?

Nazeer pulls out his gun and points it at Tim.

NAZEER:

What about this, huh? Go ahead, big man.

TIM:

Camel jockey.

NAZEER:

You know, why do you call me names? You know, I never hurt you.

I'm only working here.

TIM:

Yeah, yeah. That's the f***ing problem.

JEFF:

No, wait, wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! What is your name?

NAZEER:

Look, why do you care, huh?

JEFF:

Because maybe if we know each other's names, things wouldn't get

like this, My name's Jeff.

NAZEER:

Okay. Nazeer, okay?

JEFF:

Nazeer what?

NAZEER:

Nazeer Chaudry!

TIM:

Hey, w-why don't you see if he's hiring, you know? Get an

application?

JEFF:

That, that's Indian?

NAZEER:

Pakistani. Okay? We're from Pakistan.

TIM:

Alright, alright, enough with the Boy Scout routine.

NAZEER:

Please. Look...

JEFF:

Please?

NAZEER:

Look, look, just get off my property.

TIM:

What?

Tim jumps up on top of the dumpster.

NAZEER:

Look, get down off my property.

TIM:

Why? What are you gonna do? Huh? You're gonna shoot me for

standing on your f***ing trash can?

NAZEER:

Get off my property!

TIM:

Hey, you know what? Go f*** yourself.

NAZEER:

F*** you! You know, I'll call the police.

TIM:

Go ahead! They love you just about as much as I do.

JEFF:

Tim, can we go? This is ridiculous.

TIM:

Hey, Ma, look at me! Top of the world, Ma!

Tim fires three shots into the air.

NAZEER:

Get off my f***ing roof, you f***ing drunk! You bum!

Pakeesa runs out to them , screaming in Pakistani.

NAZEER:

Look Pakeesa...

TIM:

Oh, there you are, honey. We were waiting for you. What happened?

NAZEER:

Look, get down now, you f***ing drunk! You bum!

TIM:

You know what? Go ahead and shoot me. Go ahead! F***ing shoot me!

Come on! Come on, man! Come on!

Tim walks further onto the roof. We can't see him anymore.

NAZEER:

Get off my roof!

TIM:

Oh, sh*t. Jeff. Jeff, come up here!

NAZEER:

Look; okay, come on. Look, what are you doing? Look, that's

enough. My wife called the police. They're coming.

Tim comes back into view holding Bee-Bee, who's unconscious, in

his arms.

TIM:

Jeff! Come up here!

JEFF:

Is that Bee-Bee?

TIM:

Come on!

Pakeesa is screaming at Nazeer louder now.

NAZEER:

Look, look, you see? They were drinking on the roof and, what, is

she drunk? J-just get her off! What are you saying?

Tim is handing Bee-Bee's unconscious body down off the dumpster

to Jeff.

TIM:

Ready?

NAZEER:

What are you saying?

Jeff places Bee-Bee on the ground and starts to check her vital

signs. Tim jumps down off the dumpster.

TIM:

You got her? F***.

Tim walks past Nazeer and over to the pay phone.

TIM:

I hope you're happy!

NAZEER:

This has nothing to do with me, this, uh, drinking, yeah.

TIM:

No, this has everything to do with you.

NAZEER:

No, no, she went up by herself. This was not my responsibility.

TIM:

Hey it's your roof. It's your f***ing problem.

(into phone)

Hi, uh, there's an emergency down at the Circle A on first

Street, Yeah, Okay.

(to Nazeer)

You're f***ed now, pal!

(into phone)

Um, send an ambulance 'cause I, I think it's an overdose or

something. Okay. Okay.

(to Jeff)

Jeff, they're coming. Just wait here. I'm gonna go over to

Scuff's and see if he's got his truck.

(to Nazeer)

Listen, if she dies, you're gonna be so sorry that you ever

showed your brown face in this town!

Tim runs off. Nazeer is getting screamed at by Pakeesa.

NAZEER:

This has nothing to do with me! She went up by herself. Yeah I

tell them don't go on the roof! They can't go on the roof!

(to Jeff)

How is she?

JEFF:

I don't know. I think she's breathing.

NAZEER:

Okay. Okay, look my wife called the police. They're coming. It's

not too late. They'll come, they'll take care of her. I'm going

inside.

Nazeer starts to walk back inside, but stops.

NAZEER (CONT'D)

Oh, God. You people are so stupid! What's wrong with you?! Throw

it all away, huh?! You throw it all away!

SLOW FADE OUT:

THE END:

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes