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THE LUNCHROOM
Episode Five
"Home Is Where the War Is"
Written by
Alan Holman & Bruce Snyder
Created by
Bruce Snyder
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER
Bruce Snyder
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER
Vincent Biga
STORY EDITOR
Melinda Waterman
CONSULTING PRODUCER
Edward Drogos
CONSULTING PRODUCER
Max Majernik
CAST LIST
Will Cooper.................................
Joel Mayberry...............................
Brian Vandele...............................
Brock Warner................................
Reicther....................................
Casey Jennings..............................
Chris Hughes................................
Stacy Cifaretto.............................
Ellen Conner................................
Cathy Phenis................................
Mr. John Parker.............................
GUEST CAST LIST
Joseph Said.................................
Brandon Brim................................
Kirk Hoey...................................
Principal Stevens...........................
Dr. Richard Gorman..........................
Ms. Diane Ballard...........................
Jesus.......................................
Copyright © Bruce Snyder
TEASER
FADE IN:
INT. GEOGRAPHY CLASS - DAY
Reicther talks with an Iraqi boy named JOSEPH SAID, 15
medium height light brown skin, at the back of the
classroom.
REICTHER
So you're from Iraq?
JOSEPH
Yes.
REICTHER
What's that like?
JOSEPH
It's home.
REICTHER
Do you like it in Iraq?
JOSEPH
Yes.
REICTHER
Will you ever go back to Iraq?
JOSEPH
Yes.
REICTHER
Even though we bombed the bajesus out
of your country?
JOSEPH
When I return, I will join the army,
and re-build.
REICTHER
(sarcastic)
And bomb the bajesus out of America?
JOSEPH
No.
REICTHER
That's good. Why would you join the
army anyway?
JOSEPH
I must do it.
REICTHER
Why? Are you being forced into it,
or something?
JOSEPH
You could say that.
REICTHER
You could get shot.
JOSEPH
What?
REICTHER
Someone might shoot you.
Joseph gets a look like he's never even considered that.
JOSEPH
Leave me alone.
REICTHER
Okay. Sure. I'll leave you alone.
My country's better than your
country anyway.
JOSEPH
Is not.
REICTHER
Is so.
JOSEPH
Is not.
REICTHER
Is so.
JOSEPH
Is not.
REICTHER
Is so.
JOSEPH
Is not.
REICTHER
Is so.
Joseph stands up, and walks away.
REICTHER
(snickers)
Wimp.
CUT TO:
OPENING CREDIT SEQUENCE:
Marvin Gaye's "Ain't That Peculiar" plays over the
credits.
AFTER CREDITS:
INT. LUNCHROOM - DAY
TITLE CARD: "Monday"
There are DOZENS of people in the lunchroom, setting up
BOOTHS. Some of the Booths read: "Stages of Woman Hood"
"Get Your Hearting Tested" "Blood Pressure Hazards."
Basically all the booths contain something about health.
STEVENS (O.S.)
(over P.A.)
Good morning, Centerville High
school students. This is Principal
Stevens here to remind you that
this is Indiana Health Week. So
there will be booths in the
lunchroom all week and students are
highly encouraged to visit them.
Also there be some fitness booths
in the gym and this year Reid
Hospital will be offering Bird Flu
shots in the Nurse's office,
courtesy of Dr. Gorman. That will
be all.
CUT TO:
INT. HALLWAY - MORNING
MR. JOHN PARKER and MS. DIANE BALLARD are standing to
one side of the hallway. Beside them there is a sign
which reads, "Sex Survey." Dozens of students are
walking up to it, taking a survey, then walking away.
Parker seems depressed.
PARKER
All those years in college...
thousands of dollars...just hand
out sex surveys.
(pause)
My mother would be proud.
CUT TO:
INT. HALLWAY - DAY
BRIAN VANDELE and BRANDON BRIM are standing in the
middle of an empty hallway. Brandon has a digital camera
in his hands which he is fiddling with.
BRANDON
All right, now...I want you to
pretend to walk...and then, act
like you're talking to someone.
Brian seems confused.
BRIAN
Why?
BRANDON
To show the daily day to day
activities of youth in small town,
a town that hopes and dreams have
diminished that only power of God
can help them.
Brian seems confused.
BRIAN
(faking)
Oh! I get it know.
Brandon takes some pictures. Suddenly CASEY JENNINGS and
BROCK WARNER turn the corner. We notice that the eye
patch Casey use to wear is now gone.
CASEY
What's so horrible about living
with me?
Brock sighs.
BROCK
I didn't say horrible. Just...
"weird."
BRIAN
Hey, guys.
BROCK
Hey.
CASEY
Brian, do you think I'm hard to
live with?
BRIAN
Uh, what do you mean?
CASEY
Brock is considering moving out.
BRIAN
What?
BROCK
Well since I couldn't live with
Reicther I moved in with Casey and
well...I'm not sure If I want to
live there anymore.
CASEY
He won't he even tell me why!
Both turn to see Brandon, who seems a bit awkward to be
seeing this.
BRIAN
Guys this is my friend, Brandon
Brim. He's the president of the Art
Club.
(points)
Brandon this is Casey Jennings and
Brock Warner.
CASEY & BROCK
Hi.
BRANDON
Hello. Uh, Brian we're pretty much
done for now.
BRIAN
Okay. I'll see you tomorrow after
school.
BRANDON
Cool. See you then. Goodbye, Casey
and Brock.
Brian, Casey, and Brock begin to walk away.
BRANDON
Christ be with you.
Casey and Brock stop, confused. Casey turns back to
Brandon, puzzled.
CASEY
What?
BRANDON
Christ be with you.
Still puzzled Casey nods his head and turns.
CASEY
(to himself)
That was odd.
He, along with Brock, begin to walk away. They manage to
catch up with Brian.
CASEY
What's up with this guy, Brim?
BROCK
Seems a bit odd.
BRIAN
He's really religious. He's a youth
minister. He wants to go to this
Religious College to study theology.
CASEY
Kinda surprised he's friends with
you. What with the swearing and all.
BRIAN
Fuck you Casey.
CASEY
See.
Brian shrugs it off.
BRIAN
I don't know why, but he's really a
cool guy. And he says he likes the
idea of mentoring someone younger.
BROCK
That's what the priests said about
the little boys.
BRIAN
Will you guys just can that shit.
Brian walks off.
CUT TO:
EXT. SIDEWALK - AFTER SCHOOL
Joseph is walking down the sidewalk, with his hands deep
inside his pockets. He is staring down, deep in thought.
JOSEPH (V/O)
Is my country really that bad?
(pause)
No, that stupid American boy was
just probably trying to scare me.
Joseph comes to a NEWSTAND. He stops and begins to take
a look around. He stops and his eyes get big.
CLOSE UP ON NEWSPAPER #1:
It reads: "4 Cities Bombed in Iraq; 51 Killed."
CLOSE UP ON NEWSPAPER #2:
It reads: "Destroyed Homes in Iraq: An Increasing
Problem."
CLOSE UP ON NEWSPAPER #3:
It reads: "The Shit Hits the Fan for Iraq."
After reading this headlines, Joseph sighs and begins to
walk away.
JOSEPH (V/O)
So what. I'm sure those magazines
are just exaggerating.
Joseph continues to walk until he stops in front of a TV
store. All of the TV’s are showing news stories about
Iraq. All of the footage seems to be of bad things:
destruction of homes, people getting pushed around by
soldiers, explosions.
Joseph watches, terrified. He then walks away with his
eyes wide open.
CUT TO:
INT. OFFICER - WAITING ROOM - DAY
TITLE CARD: "Tuesday."
Casey and Brock are sitting next to a door, that has a
sign which reads "Bird Flu Vaccines."
CASEY
Brock?
BROCK
Yes.
CASEY
You ever heard that saying "god
hates fags?"
BROCK
(a bit annoyed)
Yes.
CASEY
Do you think he also hates
metrosexuals and bisexuals?
Brock begins to give him a long, hard look. Suddenly
STACY CIFARETTO comes out rubbing her arm.
BROCK
How was it?
STACY
It was a shot. How do you think it
felt? It stung like hell.
She leaves holding her arm. The door opens again and
DR. RICHARD GORMAN comes out.
GORMAN
Okay, who's next?
(to Casey)
How about you?
CASEY
Is, um, it okay if I just skip the
shot?
Gorman's face turns into one of shock and horror.
GORMAN
Skip the shot?
CASEY
Yeah. I mean no one around here
really gets the bird flu. It's not
that important.
Gorman stares at him with his mouth wide open.
GORMAN
You ignorant little son of bitch!
Not important!? Do you even know
what the bird flu is?!
BROCK
Flu from a bird?
GORMAN
Well...yeah. But still, this isn't
any normal flu. This flu can get
into your immune system and easily
KILL YOU!
Casey jumps. Brock gives him a look.
CASEY
Sorry, but he was being dramatic.
KIRK HOEY, a pothead, enters the waiting room. He seems
a bit dizzy. Suddenly, he passes out. Gorman rushes over
to him.
GORMAN
Boy, are you all right?
KIRK
Having a hard time...breathing.
GORMAN
Oh sweet chocolate Christ!
CASEY
What?
GORMAN
Breathing troubles are the first
sing of the bird flu.
BROCK
(annoyed)
Oh for God's shake.
GORMAN
(to Kirk)
Now son...I want you to describe
everything your feeling.
KIRK
I feel like I'm running millions of
miles but not moving at all...at
the same time.
Brock and Casey seem confused.
GORMAN
Delusion. Sign number two.
BROCK
You know...he's pretty much a
walking drug store. I think he may
very will just be having a bad
reaction to it.
Gorman laughs at him.
GORMAN
You religious people and your
excuses.
BROCK
(confused)
What?
KIRK
I'm getting cold!
GORMAN
Wait right there son!
Gorman gets up.
CASEY
Where are you going?
GORMAN
I'm going to saved to this boy's
life.
He runs off.
STACY
Aw, that's cute. He thinks he's
important.
Kirk reaches into his pocket and pulls out a RED PILL he
swallows it and after a few seconds a look of relieve
comes across his face.
KIRK
All better.
CUT TO:
EXT. REICTHER HOME - AFTER SCHOOL
Reicther walks up to his doorway. He opens the door and
enters.
INT. REICTHER HOME - KITCHEN - MINUTES LATER
Reicther enters and lets out a sigh of tiredness. He
walks toward the refrigerator. By this time, we notice
JOSEPH sitting on the counter. He is eating a bag a
chips.
JOSEPH
You do not look good. You seem
depressed.
Reicther looks up. His mouth wide open.
REICTHER
How did you get in my house!
JOSEPH
Screen door was unlocked. Don't
worry I locked it so nobody can get
in.
REICTHER
Okay then...WHY are you in my
house!?
JOSEPH
(off chips)
Living the American dream.
Reicther seems stunned. He closes his mouth, and quietly
goes over to the phone.
REICTHER
What's the number for the police?
JOSEPH
911.
REICTHER
Hmm...They may be busy.
JOSEPH
Wait! There's no need to call
police. There's no crime going on
here.
REICTHER
You broke into my house.
JOSEPH
Okay, maybe one -
REICTHER
You eating my food without my
permission...that's stealing.
JOSEPH
Okay, okay. I get it. I fucked up.
Slight pause.
REICTHER
What do you want Joseph?
JOSEPH
Well, I did have something to ask.
REICTHER
Which is?
Joseph gets into a serious tone.
JOSEPH
I need you to hide me.
REICTHER
(confused)
Hide you?
JOSEPH
Yes. In three days, I'm suppose to
back to Iraq. At first, I was
excited to return. But then, today
you reminded about how bad it was
over there.
Reicther realizes what he's done.
REICTHER
Oops.
JOSEPH
Please! You've got to help me.
Reicther seems uneasy.
JOSEPH
I'll be real quiet! I'll sleep in a
tent in your woods.
REICTHER
Well, I guess since -
JOSEPH
PERFECT! And don't worry, I already
set up tent up last night. I just
came in to grab some food.
Joseph grabs a bag of Oreos and two bags of chip from
the counter and quickly leaves the room. Reicther seems
a bit confused by this.
CUT TO:
INT. LUNCHROOM - BEFORE SCHOOL
Title Card: "Wednesday."
Will, Joel, Brian, Brock, Casey, Reicther, and Chris are
sitting around the table filling out the sex survey.
BROCK
(reading)
How often do you masturbate?
Everyone begins to look at one another.
CASEY
Like in a day...or a week?
BROCK
I think week.
Pause.
JOEL
(embarrassed)
Probably...three times for me.
BRIAN
(under breath)
Seven.
CHRIS
What?
BRIAN
Seven, okay! Ya' happy you British
prick!
CASEY
Five.
BROCK
Two.
CHRIS
One.
WILL
What's seven times fourteen?
JOEL
Jesus! That much?
WILL
...No. I'm trying to solve another
question.
Everyone "oh"'s.
WILL
What? You really think I do that 98
times a week? I would have a blood
cut off to my brain if I did that.
CASEY
What about you Reicther?
REICTHER
Zero.
JOEL
Zero?
WILL
That's bullshit.
REICTHER
What?
WILL
There's studies saying that it's
impossible to find a male who's
never masturbated.
REICTHER
Well, I've just done the impossible.
BRIAN
Never?
REICTHER
Yep.
CASEY
No wonder. Look how weak his upper
arm is.
Everyone laughs.
WILL
I'm amazed, Reicther. You have a
lot of control...that or we're just
perverts.
Chris shakes his head at some of the questions.
CHRIS
Look at some of these questions...
How many sexual positions have you
tried?
BROCK
(reading)
Have you ever had a sexual
attraction to someone of the
opposite sex?
CASEY
(reading)
When were your earliest experiences
with the following: petting,
necking, kissing, hugging?
Will is looking off camera when he is suddenly hit with
an idea.
WILL
Somebody give me an eraser. I'm
going to put a fake name on this.
JOEL
Why?
A smile comes across his face.
WILL
Because I plan on giving these guys
the most disturbing reading of
their lives.
The bell rings and gang go their separate ways.
CUT TO:
INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
Reicther enters the hall and almost immediately stops.
There is a POLICE OFFICER standing, talking with ELLEN
CONNER. Reicther looks down and notices that the officer
is holding a picture of Joseph. Ellen shakes her head
and the officer leaves.
Reicther approaches Ellen.
REICTHER
Um, what did that uh, officer want?
ELLEN
Didn't you hear?
REICTHER
Hear what?
ELLEN
Do you know the Iraq exchange
student, Joseph?
REICTHER
Yeah.
ELLEN
He's gone missing. The police are
searching all over town for him.
REICTHER
(scared)
The police?
ELLEN
Yep. This is probably a major
foreign affair problem. I wouldn't
be surprised if the FBI start to
snoop around here.
Reicther's eyes get wide.
REICTHER
(even more scared)
The...FBI?
ELLEN
Yeah. Or some form of higher
government to find the asshole that
took him.
Ellen leaves Reicther by himself. Reicther continues to
stand for a while and just stare off at nothing. He
seems to be stricken with fear.
REICTHER
I...am so dead.
FADE TO:
INT. HALLWAY - LATER
TITLE CARD: "Thursday."
Will and Chris are walking toward the office. Will is
filling out his fake sex survey. He starts to laugh over
it.
CHRIS
I think your finding this a bit too
funny, Will.
WILL
Oh, there's no such thing, Chris.
Now which is more disturbing:
sleeping with a mother or sleeping
with a sister?
Chris gives him a look.
CHRIS
I don't even have an opinion.
Suddenly TWO BOYS quickly come up and push them out of
the way.
WILL
Jeez.
CHRIS
People. They're so rude around
here.
They reach some doors and walk into the OFFICE.
CUT TO:
INT. OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Will and Chris enter where there's about 25 DIFFERENT
STUDENTS all gathered around. They're all talking, with
most seeming scared and worried.
CHRIS
What's going on here?
STUDENT #1
Didn't you hear? Someone got a case
of the bird flu yesterday. Now
everyone wants to get a shot.
WILL
Someone got the bird flu?
STUDENT #1
Yeah. That guy.
Student #1 points to Kirk's picture on the wall, which
below it reads: "Beware. Contagious."
WILL
Well, that pretty much explains it.
Suddenly, Dr. Gorman pops his head out from the door.
GORMAN
I hate to alarm everyone but we
only have a few shot left.
Panic starts to set. Everyone seems to talk at once.
Mr. Parker emerges and tries to get everyone's
attention.
PARKER
Hey! Hey! Everyone just calm down
now. We're going to figure out a
way to this in a very simple way.
Pause. Everyone quiets down.
PARKER
Which is the teachers will get the
last shots.
Everyone seems to outraged and protests.
PARKER
Hey! This is should teach a very
important lesson...which, um, YOU
SNOOZE, YOU LOSE!
Parker runs into the room leaving a very angry crowd.
CUT TO:
INT. CLASSROOM - SAME
Joel and CATHY PHENIS are sitting near the back. Joel is
busy reading from the textbook. Next to him sits Cathy
who is filling out the sex survey. Joel begins to lean
over and we notice that Cathy is circling all the
"yes"'s. Joel seems to be intrigued.
He slowly tries to lean in more to get a better look.
After a few seconds Cathy finally looks up and notices
Joel. She quickly covers her answers.
CATHY
What are you doing?
JOEL
Um...nothing.
The bell rings. Cathy smiles at him and begins to leave.
Joel seems puzzled.
JOEL
Wait!
He follows her.
CUT TO:
INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
Cathy leaves the room, while Joel right behind her.
JOEL
Were you messing with them?
CATHY
What do you mean?
JOEL
On your sex survey. I noticed you
were circling a lot of the "yes"
column.
CATHY
Yep.
JOEL
Well, you were just messing with
them, right?
As a big smile comes across her face as she remains
silent.
JOEL
Don't do that, it makes me worried
and nervous.
CATHY
I know.
She walks off.
CUT TO:
INT. REICTHER HOME - KITCHEN - NIGHT
Reicther is walking back and forth. He is in deep
thought. Near by sitting at the counter, sits Joseph. He
is eating a homemade pizza.
JOSEPH
And you know what else I don't
get...this Tupac.
He chews while thinking.
JOSEPH
Did he like record 8 records before
he died or what?
REICTHER
Joseph, I'm getting really nervous
about having you here.
JOSEPH
Is because I'm Iraqi?
REICTHER
No, it's actually the fact that the
government is probably after you.
JOSEPH
I think you're a bit paranoid. Your
watching too many "Sex Files."
REICTHER
Do you mean "X-Files?"
JOSEPH
That's what it's called?
Reicther sighs.
REICTHER
Look, Joseph. I think I should just
go downtown and tell them you're
here.
JOSEPH
NO!!!
Joseph lunges forward and holds on to Reicther's
shoulders.
JOSEPH
For the love of G-d, you can't let
me go back! I don't want to!
Reicther still seems conflicted.
JOSEPH
Please! Just for another day or two
and I'll got out on my own.
Long pause.
REICTHER
Fine. But if FBI comes back, I'll
throw you head first in their
direction.
Joseph takes a deep breath.
JOSEPH
Oh, thank you. You know if you were
an ignorant white American I might
call you my friend.
REICTHER
Um...thanks. I guess.
Joseph goes back to the counter.
REICTHER
I need something to calm my nerves.
Reicther walks over to the fridge and opens it. He
begins to search the fridge as a puzzled look comes
across his face.
REICTHER
Hey, where's my Apple Juice?
Pause.
JOSEPH
I drank it.
REICTHER
Where's my left over bacon.
Pause.
JOSEPH
I ate it.
REICTHER
Where's my special homemade piece
of pie?
Pause.
JOSEPH
Tried to eat it. But it wouldn't
stay down. So the dog ate it...then
passed out into the backyard.
Reicther seems a bit upset. As if he was having second
thoughts.
CUT TO:
INT. ANOTHER HALLWAY - NEXT DAY - AFTERNOON
Title Card: "Friday Afternoon."
Brock and Casey are walking toward the exit.
CASEY
Please!
BROCK
(sighing)
Fine. I'll stay with you another
couple of days.
Casey smiles.
CASEY
Trust me Brock. You won't regret
this. Tonight is Taco night. And I
dare you to tell me one thing that
is better then a taco.
Brock rolls his eyes. As they walk they pass a booth. It
reads: "Turn In Surveys Here." Will is going over his.
CASEY
So what the final result of your
survey, Will?
WILL
Okay. Let me tell you. My name is
Carlos Escobar. I'm fourteen. I'm
Spanish and half Jewish, half
Catholic, half Atheist. I've had
thirteen sexual partners. Seven
women, six men. When I was younger
I had to take medication because I
had certain sexual "fits." I have
the clap and herpes A and I have
not told any of my partners any of
this. I have also done things I'm
not proud of for money and personal
things. I also an unhealthy
relationship with my mother, Carla
and my sister Carmen.
Pause. They look stunned.
BROCK
(speechless)
Jesus Christ...how long did he take
you to write that?
WILL
(proud)
About an hour.
He drops it into the pile.
FADE TO:
INT. BALLARD'S ROOM - AFTER SCHOOL
Ballard is standing by her desk writing on a piece of
paper. Parker enters.
PARKER
Do we have rehearsals tonight?
BALLARD
Nope, we get the night off since
it's Friday.
Parker nods and looks around the room. He notices the
big stack of Sex Surveys.
PARKER
Are those the...sex surveys?
BALLARD
Yep. Over 150 of them.
Brief pause. Both are now staring at the stack.
PARKER
Have you...read any of them?
BALLARD
Read them? God no. These are
suppose to be confidential surveys.
She again looks at the stack, this time she begins to
bit her lower lip a bit. As temptation has come upon
her.
PARKER
Oh, right.
Parker leans in a bit toward the survey.
PARKER
You know, from here it looks like
that persona on top circles a lot
of "yes's."
She begins to nibble on her fingernail, still fighting
temptation.
BALLARD
Yep.
PARKER
I bet he's done a lot of wild stuff.
BALLARD
Maybe.
Ballard begins to tap her shoe against the floor. After
a second the two look at each other.
PARKER
Wanna read them?
BALLARD
I'll lock the door.
Ballard goes over to the door and locks it. Parker
smiles and goes over to the pile.
CUT TO:
INT. PARKING LOT - LATER
The lot is fairly empty with out only a few cars
remaining. Brian emerges from the school, covered in
sweat. He stumbles a bit.
BRIAN
Stupid bird flu shot.
SWIPE TO:
INT. BRIAN'S CAR - LATER
Brian enters the car. He seems a bit out of breath and a
little flushed in the face.
VOICE (O.S.)
Bad day?
Brian looks around.
BRIAN
Who the fuck said that?
VOICE (O.S.)
Me.
The camera PANS to a Jesus bobble head on Brian's dash
board.
JESUS
And watch your language. This is a
car of God.
BRIAN
Shut up, you can't talk, your just
a plastic bobble head, you can't
talk.
Brian starts up the car and starts driving.
JESUS
Sounds like your trying to convince
yourself more than me.
BRIAN
Shut up!
Brian looks like he's about to hit Jesus, but he looks
up and slams on his breaks.
MALE VOICE (O.S.)
Asshole!
Brian gives the other driver the finger.
JESUS
How did you manage to pass your
driver's test if you can't even
talk and drive at the same time.
BRIAN
Shut up, shut up, shut up.
JESUS
You need to speak with more respect
towards your savior I could so
smite you right now if I wanted.
BRIAN
For a novelty bobble head your not
very funny.
Brian makes a turn.
JESUS
This isn't the way home, where are
you going?
BRIAN
I'm going to visit my uncle, he's
in town this weekend.
Brian seems shocked at what he just said.
BRIAN
Oh God I'm having a conversation
with a bobble head am I losing my
mind?
JESUS
Could be, you did try to kill
yourself.
BRIAN
SHUT UP NOW!
Everything is quiet a moment.
JESUS
Hey turn on the radio.
BRIAN
No.
JESUS
Come on, you know you want to.
BRIAN
I will not listen to a bobble head.
JESUS
Just turn it on.
Brian slowly reaches out and turns on the radio.
Metalica is playing.
JESUS
Awesome, I love Metalica!
BRIAN
You what?
JESUS
St. Anger is so underrated.
Jesus hums to the song. Brian turns off the radio.
JESUS
Hey man, I liked that song!
BRIAN
Why are you talking to me?
JESUS
Your losing your mind remember?
BRIAN
Couldn't this be some kind of close
to God experience? I've heard about
other people doing that.
JESUS
Yeah, but they weren't talking to a
bobble head.
BRIAN
Shut up!
Brian reaches over, takes the head off of the Jesus
bobble head and puts it in his glove compartment.
JESUS
(from the compartment)
Man, that was cold.
BRIAN
(very angry)
Shut the fuck up!!
JESUS
Alright, alright. Just watch up for
that car.
Brian looks back ahead and we see him swerve the
steering wheel.
FADE OUT.
We hear the sound of a car horn and breaking glass.
TO BE CONTINUED...
END OF EPISODE
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