Suburbia Page #4

JEFF:

That sounds so depressing.

BUFF:

Oh, come on, man. Tell me you wouldn't love it!

JEFF:

No, I'm not saying that I wouldn't love it.

BUFF:

Ah!

JEFF:

I'm saying no, I'm saying after a while it'd wear thin.

BUFF:

Yeah, a long while. A long, long while.

JEFF:

Watch out for that tree.

Buff misses the tree.

BUFF:

A long, long, long, long, while.

JEFF:

Okay, okay.

BUFF:

A long, long, long...

JEFF:

Okay.

Up ahead the group is taking two different paths. Sooze and Bee-

Bee are headed towards a burger joint, while Tim is headed the

opposite way towards the liquor store.

BUFF:

Hey, Tim! Hold up.

Buff takes off after Tim.

CUT TO:

INT. BURGER JOINT - BOOTH - NIGHT

Jeff, Sooze, and Bee-Bee are all sitting at a booth with plates

of food in front of them. They are in mid-conversation when we

join them.

SOOZE:

It was a racial incident.

JEFF:

It was just something that got out of hand. Did anyone get hurt?

SOOZE:

It got that close.

JEFF:

Okay, but nothing happened. Believe me, if I thought something

really bad was going to happen, I would've done something.

SOOZE:

Oh, yeah?

JEFF:

Yeah.

SOOZE:

Okay, what would you have done.

JEFF:

I would've stopped it.

SOOZE:

How?

JEFF:

I don't know. I would've done something. This is kind of

hypothetical, isn't it? This place is so stupid. I can't believe

we're sitting here in this mosh-pit of consumerism. With all

these people eating their chunks of dead flesh...

SOOZE:

Jeff. Jeff.

JEFF:

... like f***ing robots. Look at those kids there.

SOOZE:

Jeff. You know, I was talking to Mister Brooks yesterday. He has

this friend in New York who wants to sublet his apartment for

six-fifty a month. I could swing that. Six-fifty.

JEFF:

Sooze.

Bee-Bee walks away from the conversation, getting her own booth.

SOOZE:

What?

JEFF:

Did it ever occur to you that I might have some feelings about

you moving to New York?

SOOZE:

What feelings?

JEFF:

Us.

SOOZE:

Of course.

JEFF:

And?

SOOZE:

Come with me.

JEFF:

No, no, see, that's not what I'm saying. I could go to New York

if I wanted to, but what's the point? So I can learn how to order

a cappuccino? So I can get mugged by some crackhead? So I can

see, see homeless people up close and personal?

SOOZE:

So what do you wanna do?

JEFF:

Nothing.

SOOZE:

No one does nothing, Jeff.

JEFF:

Okay, well, then, I'm gonna break new ground.

SOOZE:

New ground?

JEFF:

Mm-hm.

SOOZE:

Taking one community college course on the history of Nicaragua,

while barely holding a job packing boxes?

JEFF:

Okay, look. My job is not who I am. I don't need that. Why?

What's your goal? Status? Money? Getting your picture on the

cover of some glossy magazine?

SOOZE:

My goal is to make art.

JEFF:

So, what, why can't you do that here? What's wrong with here? Why

is somewhere else better?

SOOZE:

Why should I stay here, Jeff? So we can sit on the corner and

watch the lights change, while you b*tch about Burnfield?

JEFF:

Mm-mm.

SOOZE:

So I can spend the rest of my life guessing what it would be like

to be a real artist?

JEFF:

No, no.

SOOZE:

So you and I can f*** while your parents are out having dinner at

the Sizzler? What are we doing, Jeff? You and me?

JEFF:

I don't know.

CUT TO:

INT. TOP WINE & LIQUOR - NIGHT

Buff and Tim are buying alcohol.

SCUFF:

Hey, great game Friday. Kicked Holbrook's ass, huh?

TIM:

Missed it. Can I get a fifth of Old Crow?

SCUFF:

Just one?

TIM:

Yeah.

BUFF:

Hey.

SCUFF:

You seen the new guy we got? Beavers? The guy can pass. Hey, I've

been meaning to ask you. Do you remember that game against North

Reading? When you passed to Pierce and he dropped the ball? What

do you think happened? Do you think, like, he wasn't there or

were you short?

TIM:

I don't, I don't remember. What do I owe you?

SCUFF:

Uh, eleven twenty-five.

BUFF:

Hey! Yeah!

SINGER:

"In my head I'm tall My arms are big"

CUT TO:

EXT. STRIP MALL - PARKING LOT - DAY

Bee-Bee is sitting on the side of the wall listening to the

radio.

BUFF:

Hey!

BEE-BEE

Hey. Do you have a cigarette?

BUFF:

No I quit.

BEE-BEE

Hey, you said you did a video?

BUFF:

Yup.

BEE-BEE

What's it about?

BUFF:

It's really not about anything.

BEE-BEE

Oh. Well, what's it on?

BUFF:

A cloud.

BEE-BEE

A cloud?

BUFF:

Yeah. There was this cloud and I video taped it.

BEE-BEE

Oh.

BUFF:

I was doing schrooms and I saw this cloud. It looks excellent on

tape. The video is like my head and, and everything, you know,

is, like, is like in there that I see. You know? Plus, I'm gonna

come down here one night and walk around inside the Circle A with

the camera and tape sh*t.

BEE-BEE

Oh, that's so amazing. I wish I could see it.

BUFF:

You can see it. Whenever you want. Don't you, um, work at a

hospital or something?

BEE-BEE

Yeah, I'm a nurse's aide at Mercy.

BUFF:

Your a nurse?

BEE-BEE

No, I, you know, I help 'em out. I empty bedpans and bring 'em

lunch. That kind of thing.

BUFF:

Any gunshot victims?

BEE-BEE

Oh, some of 'em. But it's mostly just strokes and sh*t. I mean,

most of 'em just sleep all the time and get kind of yellow.

Usually they die id they're, you know, really yellow.

BUFF:

Sounds like a bummer.

BEE-BEE

Oh, no, it's not. I mean, they're not all totally in a coma. I

mean, they know when I'm helping them.

BUFF:

Mm. Hey, what are you doing now?

BEE-BEE

Right now?

BUFF:

Yeah.

BEE-BEE

I don't know. Waiting, I guess. You know?

BUFF:

Do you wanna go to the van?

BEE-BEE

Now?

BUFF:

Yeah, we could hang out and smoke a dube, you know?

BEE-BEE

I don't smoke dubes and I don't really hang out. But I'll go

back. Okay.

BUFF:

Okay, whatever you want.

CUT TO:

EXT. CIRCLE A - PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Jeff is standing on the side of the building alone. He sticks his

head out to see of anyone else is around and is spotted by

Nazeer. He quickly ducks back around the corner, laughing.

JEFF:

Sh*t.

A long, black, stretched, limo pulls up. Pony gets out.

JEFF:

Hey, Pony.

PONY:

Hey, man. Jeff. How're you doin?

JEFF:

Good, man.

PONY:

Wow, man. The corner. I mean, nothing's changed.

JEFF:

Well, sh*t, man, you've only been gone for a year, man, Is that

your limo?

PONY:

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, the record company, they make me use it, you

know. I mean, it's dumb, I know, it's just...

JEFF:

No, it's not...

PONY:

Hey, the driver knows Billy Idol. Wow, huh?

JEFF:

Yeah, hey I saw your album at Musicland up at the mall.

PONY:

Oh yeah, yeah, we're starting to get good placement and sh*t like

that, you know.

JEFF:

Yeah.

PONY:

We sold, uh, over ninety thousand units and uh... and Danny says

that we're gonna get a gold record. Yeah.

JEFF:

Wow. A gold record, man, that's great. So you're, you're like

living the wild life now, huh?

PONY:

Nah, nah, nah, nah.

JEFF:

Aw, come on. Rock star. Fame. Fortune. Sex.

PONY:

Yeah, sh*t. Naw, man, you know. It's hard work, you know?

JEFF:

Yeah.

PONY:

The road's hell, you know? I mean airport, hotel, show. And

airport, hotel, show. Airport, hotel, show. I mean, f***, man,

you know? You still living at your mom's?

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