The Stray Page #2

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Come on, Pluto.

Hey, Son.

You missed my game.

I know.

I'm sorry.

You're always sorry

because you're never there.

- Come on, Pluto.

- [Pluto barks]

Mitch? Honey?

[groans]

Honey, wake up.

We need to talk.

What?

This isn't

working anymore.

What's not

working anymore?

California.

Our family.

You working day and night

at the studio.

Hey.

Listen, I know

it's hard right now, but...

this is everything

we worked for, you know?

[sighs]

Selling our house.

Going to USC.

It's all led to this.

I know it did.

We came, we saw,

we conquered.

Yeah, and now I think it's

time for us to leave.

Wh-What about all

the money we spent?

What about the credit cards?

The student loans?

What about our dreams?

Your dreams

or ours?

Because my dream

is a happy family,

and we're not

doing so well.

Your dream was actually

to become a writer,

and that's not

going so well either.

Okay.

Look, Michelle,

every day I walk past

three Dumpsters on the lot

filled with

rejected screenplays.

Okay?

It turns out it's a lot scarier being a

writer than it is being a studio exec.

The man

that I married

knows no fear.

The man

that you married

knows nothing but fear.

Do you know how hard it is to provide for a

family with a job in the movie business?

I could never do it

as a writer.

But as a studio exec, I get paid

every week, no matter what.

When have I ever cared

about money?

Honestly, we sold our house

so that we could come here,

but not so you could manage

other people's movies...

so you could make movies

of your own.

I believe in you.

I do.

I...

I just don't believe

in this version of you.

And...

I definitely don't believe

in this version of us.

[scoffs]

No way are we

leaving Los Angeles.

- [squeals]

- I'm gonna get you!

Gotcha!

[laughing]

[toddler]

Mommy.

Hi.

A dolly swing?

Dolly swing.

Can you have Daddy put the

dolly in the swing, honey?

Mommy's got paint

all over her.

Okay?

No.

Mitch!

Absolutely, Jeffrey.

I just...

I'm worried that nobody wants to

see Julia Roberts as a prostitute.

Well, yeah, exactly.

Richard Gere

could be her father.

Hey, kids, lunchtime!

Mitch, I'm gonna make us

some sandwiches.

Mitch.

- Where's Kinsey?

- I thought she was with you.

No, I sent her

to be with you.

- How long ago?

- Half an hour ago.

- Kinsey!

- Kinsey!

- Okay, you check the yard, I'll check the street.

- Okay.

- Kinsey!

- Kinsey!

- Have you guys seen Kinsey?

- No.

- What's wrong, Mommy?

- Help me look for her.

[sighs]

Hey, hey, hey!

Wait, wait, wait!

Have you seen a little girl?

No?

Kinsey!

Kinsey!

Kinseybug,

where are you?

- Any luck? No?

- No.

Rachel, anything? No.

Nothing?

[sobbing] Mitch, you gotta find her.

You gotta find her.

Come here.

What do we do,

Mommy?

We're gonna look

everywhere

and we're going to

say a prayer, okay?

Did you see a little

girl come through here?

She's about this tall.

She's like two. No? Okay.

Kinsey!

Kinsey!

Hey...

Have you seen my daughter?

She's two.

[barking]

- Pluto!

- [barking continues]

[Kinsey wailing]

Mommy! Mommy!

- Mommy!

- Kinsey!

Hey. Hey.

I got her. I got her.

- [wailing continues]

- [barking]

- Come on!

- Daddy!

You scared me, Kinseybug.

Daddy got scared.

And you too.

I'm sorry.

[wailing continues]

Daddy made a mistake.

Daddy's gonna fix it.

Hooray! Let's go!

Okay, kids.

This is it!

Our new home!

[Christian]

It's huge!

[Michelle] Well, houses don't

cost as much in Colorado.

Wait a minute. I want

you to hear something.

- What is that?

- It's wind in the trees!

- [Rachel] It's kind of scary.

- [Christian] Yeah.

[Michelle] All right, let's go look

at the inside of the house. Let's go!

Let's go, let's go,

let's go.

Let's go.

[Rachel chattering]

There's trees!

Yahoo!

Go in.

- [barking]

- No, it's okay, boy. You go ahead.

[gasping]

[grumbles]

[whistles]

Oh. Pluto, come here.

Pluto.

Hi. I'm Mitch Davis. I just

moved in around the corner.

I know.

Name's Rod.

And, uh, I just wanted

to let you know,

I catch your dog

in with my sheep,

and I'll shoot him dead.

And then I'll feed him

to my cats.

All right.

That's kinda gross.

Yeah.

All right, Pluto,

come on.

[Pluto barking]

[barking continues]

[kids shouting,

chattering]

[doorbell rings]

- [knocking]

- All right, all right.

I'm coming!

[doorbell ringing]

[knocking]

Hey, buddy,

take it easy on the door!

I got two pizzas

and a root beer for Mitch.

Yeah, that's me.

How much is it?

Uh, $19.

- Here. Keep the change.

- Wow, bro.

You sure

you can afford that?

I'm a starving artist, buddy.

Don't push it.

Real starving.

I just gave you the pizza.

Hey, girls! Pizza's here!

Pizza, everybody!

Hey, Christian!

Pizza's here!

Hey, Son, you get pretty

high up in that tree.

What tree?

How high?

Hey, how'd you like to build

a tree fort with me? Hmm?

It'd be cool. We could give it a

Plexiglas ceiling, move some cots in.

- Maybe use a telescope.

- No.

Christian, I'm sure

you don't mean that.

Yes, I do.

Hey, where you goin'?

- Outside.

- Well...

Take Pluto with ya.

Come on, Pluto.

Rachel, if you're

gonna eat like a dog,

I'm gonna have you eat in

the garage with Pluto.

- [barking]

- Michelle.

- Help me.

- With what?

Our daughters

are eating like dogs.

[barking]

Indeed.

[snickers]

- Good night, Mommy.

- Good night.

[knocking]

Hey, kid.

Hey.

- Good day?

- It was all right.

Yeah?

"All right" 's

not bad.

You know, I think...

that you should build that

tree fort with your pops.

He's lonely.

He doesn't have any friends.

He's driving me nuts.

[chuckles]

Can you just...

Can you do me a favor

and be his friend?

You think just

because Dad's around more,

I'm gonna like him more?

Well, I hope you will.

He's trying.

He really is, Son.

He gave up a lot

for us to come here.

We all did.

Everything he worked for

is back in Los Angeles...

except for us.

Then maybe he should've

worked on us a little harder.

Well, he's trying now.

Can you just

give him a break?

Maybe.

"Maybe"

is good enough for me.

Good night, Christian.

Good night, Mom.

- [Mitch] Oh, yeah.

- [Pluto barking]

- Ah!

- [barking continues]

Take it! Take it!

Hey, Pluto. Hey.

[barks]

Where you going?

Pluto!

What is it?

Hi, hi, hi.

What is it?

Well, what are you doin'?

Where are you going?

- [barks]

- Hey, Pluto.

What are you doin'?

What are you doin'?

What's that?

- Oh, wow.

- [Pluto whining]

I hadn't noticed.

Wow.

We're awfully small,

aren't we, boy?

Or maybe we're just a part

of something awfully big.

[whining]

What are we doing

out here, Pluto? Hmm?

We're in

the middle of nowhere.

I'm pretending to be

a writer.

We've been here two months. I

don't think I got two good pages.

I gave up my dreams.

Christian's

still mad at me.

He's not making

any friends.

It's hard during summer.

You know?

[sighs]

You got any ideas?

[whining]

You got any ideas, mister?

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