Wish Upon Page #2

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- Oh, my God!

- DARCIE :
Oh, my God!

GIRL 2 :
Necrotizing fasciitis.

- No!

- Yeah.

- What?

- Yeah.

So apparently, She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named

picked up a case of it at the spa.

And now she's at the ICU.

She might lose her toes, part

of her leg, and part of her face.

How sweet is that?

Ah, she's rotting!

Yeah.

Apparently Karma is a bigger b*tch

than Darcie Chapman.

Who knew?

(GIRL CLEARS THROAT)

CLARE :
Oh!

- It's for Darcie.

- Oh!

You said that like we should care.

Um, we're starting a GoFundMe.

(SIGHING)

Go fund this.

Yeah.

- Go on. Scooch. Bye.

- It's fine. It's fine.

- CLARE :
Meredith.

- It's whatever.

- Oh, my God!

- You're proud.

(BELL RINGING)

- GIRL :
I gotta go.

- All right.

Definitely have my attention, lucky box.

(CAMERA CLICK)

(CAMERA CLICK)

Max, come here.

Max?

(BIRDSONG)

(DISTANT SOUNDS OF CHILDREN PLAYING)

Max? (KISSING SOUNDS)

Where are you? (WHISTLES)

(CLAPPING)

Max?

(KISSING SOUNDS)

- Ma...

- (CHAIN RATTLING)

Max, are you in there? Buddy?

Buddy?

You in there?

You know you're not supposed to be down here.

Ow.

(OMINOUS MUSIC BUILDING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

Max?

(SCREECHING)

(SCREAMING)

(SQUEAKING)

Max!

(GRUNTING)

He was a good dog.

Mom gave him to me.

I know, buddy.

(BELL RINGING)

TEACHER :
But the majority of the

characters are written in Ancient Chinese.

If you want an accurate translation,

you'll probably have to talk to a scholar.

- Got it. Thank you.

- You're welcome.

My cousin could hook it up.

Ancient Chinese is her thing.

She'd help you out, for a price.

I don't really have any money.

Who said anything about money?

He'll take a tit pic.

- Uh...

- And so will I.

- What?

- Um...

Never mind.

Sorry.

Offer still stands if you change your mind.

- BOY :
Dude, seriously?

- BOY 2 :
Just kidding.

MEREDITH :
Hey guys, do you feel that?

It's like the darkness has been lifted

ever since Bitchface-Since-Birth

left the building.

GIRL :
I heard they had to amputate

a few of her toes.

Sweet.

Guys, we shouldn't be happy about this.

Clare, I never said I was happy.

I'm freaking ecstatic, man!

Almost like being here.

(LAUGHS)

(SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(SNIFFLING)

# Laying me down #

# Down on the floor #

# Waiting for a song to play #

# You keep on begging me for more #

# I love when you say my name #

# Tell me, tell me why #

# Were you trying to hide #

# From the fallout? #

# Someone tell me why #

# I'm on the other side #

# Is it countdown? #

# I'll wait up with you #

# I'll stay up #

I wish that

Paul Middlebrook

would fall madly in love with me.

# I'll wait up with you #

# I'll stay up with you #

# I'll wake up with you #

# You give it all, you take it back #

# Why's it gotta feel so right? #

Oh!

Hey.

Hey.

(METALLIC CLICKING)

(MUSIC BOX MUSIC PLAYING)

(WHIRRING AND TICKING)

(WHIRRING)

(INAUDIBLE)

- Paul?

- Yeah.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

(GASPING)

- So I...

- Bell ringing.

I'll see you around Claire.

Yep!

Oh, my God. Oh, My God.

(WHIRRING AND OMINOUS ORIENTAL MUSIC)

(METALLIC CLICKING)

TV PRESENTER:

And now, this news just coming in.

- A local resident...

- Hey.

...owner of the iconic

glass house estate in Gates Mills

- What's going on?

- August Anderson,

was found deceased

in his residence this afternoon.

CLARE :
Are we going to the funeral?

Hey, as far as I'm concerned, good riddance.

What's gonna happen to all of his stuff?

If there's a will, trust me, we ain't in it.

(SIGH)

Yeah.

Course not.

(METALLIC CLATTERING)

CLARE :
Ow! Dammit, Dad! Come on!

- What?

- We don't have room for all of this crap!

Hey, hey, hey.

- CLARE :
What?

- I'm going to use those.

What do you need these for, huh?

Dad, seriously.

You can't get rid of anything!

What would Mom say, huh?

Dad.

Dad! Are you listening to... God!

You never listen to anything I say!

(STOMPING ON STAIRS)

(DOOR SLAMS)

Come on.

I wish...

I wish that Uncle August

would leave me everything.

So there.

God, Clare, you're so stupid.

(PHONE RINGING)

Uh, thank you for calling.

What's going on, Dad?

You're never gonna believe this.

What?

Apparently, you weren't cut out of his will.

How much do we get?

All of it, buddy.

No way.

Yes... way.

(EXHALES)

Yes!

Yes! Yes! What?

Yes!

You're gonna...

- take the sax with us?

- Why not?

No, you just you haven't played since mom...

You never know.

I'm so happy for you.

Sweetheart.

Come visit, or you'll hurt my feelings.

- Of course.

- Okay.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- Dad?

- Down here, bud.

- What are you waiting for? Get in!

- Okay, okay, okay.

Oh, my God!

Call the girls.

# 'Cause all we ever wanted #

# Was to feel like this #

# All we ever wanted #

# All we ever wanted #

# All we ever wanted #

# Was to feel like this #

# Feel like this it's all we ever wanted #

# All we ever wanted #

Um, Clare, that thing is,

like, eight hundred dollars.

I know.

Yeah, so if you buy it, you're an a**hole.

Totally.

You want one?

No! Wait, I'm not that psycho shallow,

dude. Come on.

June?

I love you. You're my bestest friend ever.

- Okay, let's go.

- Yeah, let's go.

Damn!

Peer pressure.

# All we ever wanted #

# Was to feel like this #

Out of the way, peasants.

# ... we ever wanted #

# All we ever wanted #

# All we ever wanted #

# Was to feel like this #

# Feel like this it's all we ever wanted #

(CAMERA CLICKS)

- Bye, guys!

- BOTH :
Bye!

(GRINDING)

(RATTLING NOISE)

(FAINT RATTLE)

(WHIRRING AND OMINOUS ORIENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(OMINOUS ORIENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(HISSING AND BUBBLING)

(MUSIC BOX MUSIC PLAYING)

(TICKING AND OMINOUS ORIENTAL MUSIC)

(RATTLING NOISE)

Hmm...

(GRINDING SOUND)

(WHIMPERING)

(WAILING)

(MUSIC BOX MUSIC PLAYING)

(CRUNCHING)

(METALLIC CLICK)

(KNOCKING)

DAD :
I found something you might like.

- CLARE :
Yeah?

- Yeah.

They're your mother's.

I found them when I was packing up our stuff.

Wow.

I forgot how good she was.

Where do you think you get it from?

Some of these are so happy.

So was she.

Until she wasn't.

Why do you think she did it?

Buddy, I've been asking myself that

every single day for the last 12 years.

Still don't have an answer.

Do you think I'm like her?

Course you are.

No, no, no, sweetie, no.

Not like that.

What I mean is, you're smart and funny,

you don't take people's crap.

Well, statistically, if you have a parent

that committed suicide...

Clare, she was a good woman,

but she had a rough childhood.

And secrets, honey.

I think that...

I think maybe...

her secrets were too big to live with and...

it was easier to just let go.

I'm sorry. Come here.

(SAXOPHONE PLAYING)

(OMINOUS RUMBLING)

(TICKING)

(MUSIC BOX MUSIC PLAYING)

(GASPS)

(DISTANT OWL HOOTING)

(PANTING)

- GIRL :
What are you talking about?

- PAUL :
I'm just not into it any more.

It's not you... It's just...

GIRL :
Are you breaking up with me?

PAUL :
I can't date someone

I don't have feelings for.

Right.

Right.

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