SWANS CROSSING- HOLD ON TO SIXTEEN
by Christopher Angelo
(c) 1998
Episode #3: "A BROTHER AND A SISTER"
CAUTION! This story contains some profanity and mature subjects.
ACT ONE
INT.-POLICE STATION-NIGHT
Garrett uses the phone. He is talking to Jonathan Adams.
GARRETT. I know...but one thing led to another, and he got into a fight.
Now were in the police station. In the custody of the law. According
to Swans Crossing
GARRETT. [Sighs]
INT.-CELL-NIGHT
JT is sleeping on the cot, when he is awakened by a beating of a night
stick, against the bars.
COLT. Time to wake up...
JT. [Startled] Wha....
JT darts up
JT. Whoa!
JT turns around
JT. Christ!
COLT. We let you sleep for 2 hours.
JT. I am not where Im supposed to be....am I?
COLT. Well...considering the fact that...
JT feels the bars in front of him
JT. Bars....? A police uniform?
JT. Sir...you have the wrong guy.
COLT. [Opens cell door] They want you in the front room for questioning.
JT. But I didnt do it.
JT looks in the mirror in front of him and notices blood.
JT. Jesus. [He turns on sink and washes]
JT. This is blood.
JT. Im covered.
COLT. Im not gonna tell you again.
JT. But, sir.
COLT. Listen...guy...Im a police officer, not your friendly forest
ranger.
JT. [Stares at Colt]
COLT. Now come on....out of there. Most people like it when I say that.
INT.-STATION-NIGHT
JT is escorted by Colt to the front desk
JT. [Taking his seat] I kept telling him, he has the wrong guy.
GARRETT. [Rubs his head] Where have you been all my life?
JT. Its not funny. This could go on my criminal record, man.
GARRETT. [In his face] Good...Im glad.
JT. I have to call my parents. [Reaches for the phone]
GARRETT. Save it for the Tonys, hombre.
Sheriff Lotts approaches the desk
LOTTS. Okay, just a few questions, first. First of all...Ill need your
names and ages.
GARRETT. Garrett Booth, Sixteen years old.
LOTTS. And your address, Mr. Booth?
GARRETT. 6401 Walker Lane.
LOTTS. [Looking at JT]
JT. Yeah...um...
JT. JT Adams...
PAUSE
Garrett looks at JT
JT. And Im sixteen years old.
JT. Sixteen and three quarters.
LOTTS. Have you had a lot to drink, JT?
JT. Well... you see...
GARRETT. The punch was spiked, sir. Someone spiked the punch
LOTTS. I see. JT...your address, sir.
JT. 1923 Port Road. Right by the big field.
LOTTS. Yes, sir. I am aware of that.
JT. Just checking.
GARRETT. Dont mind his behavior....after all, he still thinks that he
is a brownie.
LOTTS. [Folds arms] Ill keep that in mind, Mr. Booth.
Lotts starts to behave more like a bad ass sheriff by the minute.
LOTTS. Now...you boys realize that I am going to ask you a very crucial
set of questions. Im not gonna lie: this is only a way to help you
explain tonights behavior. If its explainable, you can go home without
a scratch. If its not....wont be an easy morning...I promise you that.
Garrett and JT nod their heads.
LOTTS. Great...now.....Officer Capshaw informed me that the principal
and several other students easily picked you out as the gentleman who
caused the whole situation. He also told me you gave him a rough
experience. Is what he says true?
Lotts presses a button, which starts some sort of recording device
GARRETT. Me? No, sir.....I mean. I cannot hold true to those two
previous statements. Mitch Duquesne started the situation when he saw
his girlfriend with JT. I was on my best behavior with Officer Capshaw,
though I said a few choice phrases that he may have deemed not wanting.
LOTTS. What did you tell him?
GARRETT. I told him he should give kids like me a break....because I
mean...Im sixteen, right? Besides which..all I was doing was protecting
the honor of my friends.
JT. Youre not my friend, so give me a break.
LOTTS. I just want to remind you both that youre on tape.
JT. [Shrugs shoulders] Tape me.....sorry sheriff.
LOTTS. When you say you were protecting the honor of your friends...can
you elaborate?
GARRETT. This guy wanted to beat the crap out of JT. I didnt want to
let him.
LOTTS. Officer Capshaw told me that you used very frank language towards
him, which did not match your explanation before...about giving kids a
break. Now...Garrett...what did you tell him?
GARRETT. Alright, listen. I may have lost my cool just a little, but
I basically meant that he should just ease up, you know. Thats all.
The old adrenaline was pumping.
JT. [Looks at Garrett] Just tell him you stinked the officer.
LOTTS. I need you quiet, JT.
GARRETT. I dont know what he means.
LOTTS. Now, I want you to tell me right here what you said to him...
GARRETT. I just lost my cool once. I used some words....like....oh, I
dont know...should I really say it..I mean...I dont want to have an
eternal record of this.
LOTTS. Nobody will listen to this except me and a few other officials.
GARRETT. May I ask...what type of officials?
LOTTS. Anyone in the records department.
GARRETT. Anyone like...Officer Norfolk?
LOTTS. Officer Norfolk transferred to NYPD six months ago. Is there
anything else youre worried about?
GARRETT. [Sighs] Are you kidding? That pretty much means that harm is
a long way away from here.
LOTTS. Not quite...we dont know what you said.
GARRETT. [Waves his hand] I said the FUDGE word a couple of times...
thats pretty much it.
JT. [Laughs] Ha! Ha! Get a load of that...the FUDGE word.
LOTTS. [Stands up] Im going to make a note of that on your record.
Garretts parents, Grant and Cornelia
GRANT. A record?
JT and Garrett turn around and acknowledge the parents.
GRANT. What kind of record?
LOTTS. A permanent one.
GRANT. My son is not a criminal.
LOTTS. I never said he was, sir.
GRANT. Well, a permanent record is a criminal record, right?
CORNELIA. My son could never engage in a criminal act.
LOTTS. [Folds arms] My officer claims he was verbally assaulted, and
to a certain degree was being prevented from executing his duties. That
shows cause for punishment.
GARRETT. I wasnt preventing anybody.
GRANT. Quiet, son. Now, listen...officer Lotts. I would appreciate it
if youd just do me a favor.
LOTTS. Such as...
GRANT. I would respect it if youd...kind of look over the situation.
LOTTS. Its not gonna happen.
GRANT. What wont happen?
CORNELIA. Grant, dont. [Folds arms]
LOTTS. I am not going to override anything for you. I dont care what
kind of connections you have to this town.
GRANT. I am asking you to do that as a personal favor, Sheriff.
LOTTS. The answer is no.
GRANT. So what youre trying to tell me is that you are oblivious to
the fact that this gentleman is a minor and cannot have a criminal
record filed against him.
LOTTS. Thank you for advising me on how I should do my job.
GRANT. Hay, listen sheriff. I only have one advisory for you...
LOTTS. Oh, yeah. And what would that be...
GRANT. You should be hearing from my attorney.
Grant pulls out a check for the bail
GRANT. Thats for him, as well. [Points to JT]
LOTTS. He will be released as soon as I question him.
CORNELIA. Come on, Grant. He has to do his job.
GRANT. Im gonna call his father, and hes gonna be down here as quick
as lightning. I just want you to know that.
LOTTS. Can you please leave with your son, Mr. Booth?
GRANT. Fine by me. But dont worry, well be back.
A PAUSE
GRANT. Son...
GARRETT. Yes, dad.
GRANT. Get up.
Garrett gets up out of his seat like a jackrabbit.
Then he splits, with his parents.
INT.-HALLWAY-NIGHT
CORNELIA. I dont understand why you have to be so obnoxious with him.
GRANT. Cornelia...
CORNELIA. This is the police station.
GRANT. Cornelia....[Points to Garrett] he is a child..and this man
wants to execute a criminal record on file. That is against state law.
CORNELIA. But hes the sheriff. He can do what he wants.
GRANT. That man cannot run this town the way he wants to. I mean, for
a minute, I thought we were in the twentieth century.
GARRETT. Its okay, dad. Ill take the blow.
GRANT. Oh, no you wont. Youre going away to college, arent you?
GARRETT. [Pauses] Right.
GRANT. Theres no way some college is gonna accept him if this man has
a mark on his record.
CORNELIA. Is that the way youre gonna be for the rest of his life...
sweeping up after him?
GRANT. Cornelia...
CORNELIA. Hes almost eighteen. Then hell be on his own. He needs
to learn for himself.
GARRETT. Mom?
GRANT. Cornelia. Could you be quiet for two seconds?
Sydney notices them and starts conversation.
SYDNEY. Oh my God...is everything okay? Did they put you in jail?
GRANT. Where is my daughter?
SYDNEY. Lisa drove her home.
GRANT. And is Lisa okay?
SYDNEY. Lisas fine.
GRANT. Thats excellent. Lets go home.
SYDNEY. Is it possible if I can talk to your son for one second?
GRANT. [Folds arms] How long is a second in your book?
SYDNEY. Really quick. I promise.
GRANT. Im gonna start up the car. If hes not there within two
minutes...
SYDNEY. I know...Im gonna be brief. Very brief.
GRANT. Come on, Cornelia.
Grant and Cornelia split.
SYDNEY. Thanks....
Sydney and Garrett embrace
SYDNEY. Jesus Christ, you had me scared.
GARRETT. Oh, come on...its nothing.
SYDNEY. So soon you forget where you hail from
GARRETT. It doesnt matter, your mother owns this town.
SYDNEY. Your point?
GARRETT. Youre my girlfriend.
SYDNEY. Apparently my mother isnt up to par with acknowledging that.
Even if it did mean all the votes.
GARRETT. All I know is that I managed to escape the fury of the tempest
with nothing but a scar.
SYDNEY. A scar?
GARRETT. Sheriff Lotts wants to place my profile in his little black
book.
SYDNEY. Well, what a memorable night this turned out to be.
Sydney pulls out a kerchief and wipes Garretts nose in anger
SYDNEY. Your nose is still bleeding.
GARRETT. Dont try to say that Im at fault. You think I realized that
Mitch individual was gonna show up?
SYDNEY. Thats not the only item of concern.
GARRETT. Then what is?
SYDNEY. Why dont you ask your little sister. She was in tears trying
to figure out who the mysterious woman in JTs little corner was.
GARRETT. You didnt.....tell her, did you?
SYDNEY. [Raises her eyebrow] Just a prisoner of my own love.
GARRETT. At a girl. My plan may still have hope yet.
SYDNEY. Your plan may...but will you?
GARRETT. Well just have to see about that.
The horn honks
SYDNEY. Wear some decent clothes tomorrow. My brothers not into blood.
GARRETT. Oh, God...Andrew...
SYDNEY. Andrew whom I loveth.
The horn honks again
SYDNEY. Am I keeping you from something? Here...[Kisses him on cheek]
SYDNEY. Such a fool am I.
GARRETT. It was good of you to hold yourself back like that.....given
my sisters emotional tendencies.
SYDNEY. Given the walking distance from here to the school parking lot.
GARRETT. Right...I should go.
He splits
SYDNEY. [Aloud to herself] Way to go, Sydneykins.
The door opens
CHANTELL. Well, its official?
SYDNEY. Whats official?
CHANTELL. Amanda Hutton?
Sydney turns around to face Chantell, whos with Lisa and Neal.
SYDNEY. Whats she talking about?
NEAL. Amanda is missing. Her parents filed a police report two hours
ago.
SYDNEY. What? You talked to them.
LISA. We heard it on the radio while we were driving up here.
SYDNEY. She wasnt even at the dance. She was at home. How could
someone take her out of her house?
NEAL. Thats what everyone else was trying to figure out.
SYDNEY. Wasnt she supposed to be your little date?
NEAL. I went over there, and her dad said she was upstairs and couldnt
come down. So, I left.
SYDNEY. You left?
NEAL. I wasnt exactly on his guest list.
SYDNEY. Werent you curious as to why she couldnt come down?
NEAL. Not really.
SYDNEY. You werent in a brooding shell or anything.
NEAL. Nah...
SYDNEY. Well, you seemed interested in going out on a date with her,
but when it came right down to her personal security....
NEAL. He had his shotgun out.
Chantell and Lisa stare at him
NEAL. It could of been underneath his jacket.
SYDNEY. Too bad MacGyver wasnt there. Lord knows at least he would
of made a phone call.
LISA. I bet that if we put our collective heads together, theres no
telling what we could come up with.
SYDNEY. Speak for yourself, Haggstrom.
Lisa rageth. Unusual
LISA. Why dont you shut up.
Sydney looks at Lisa
SYDNEY. Excuse me....
LISA. Youve been nothing but a bitch all night long. Oh no, somebody
take my boyfriend to the hospital....Make sure he gets to lay down
straight
SYDNEY. You would do the same thing , Lisa.
LISA. Or what about....If you touch him Im gonna slap you, Officer.
SYDNEY. Drop it...
LISA. And now Amanda? Since when have you cared about her purpose in
life? You barely talk to her in the halls. And all of a sudden, youre
concerned.
SYDNEY. [Shifts into her Kendall persona] WHAT OF IT!
LISA. I think its strange. And I think youre strange.
SYDNEY. [Folds her arms] I may be a bitch...but do you here me
complaining?
LISA. You need to seriously make a change...Sydney. I hope I live long
enough to see that.
NEAL. Hay, listen. Would you people focus?
Sydney and Lisa turn to Neal
SYDNEY. Look at the man blow up!!!
LISA. What is it, Neal? Im sorry.
NEAL. Theres a possibility...a very huge one...that shes not nearby.
At least not in Swans.
LISA. So...where do you think she is?
NEAL. I dont know, but whoever dragged her went a long way.
SYDNEY. How do you figure?
NEAL. They had checkpoints in six different places this evening,
because there wasnt enough employable security at the school. The
police stepped in, instead.
SYDNEY. Whyd it take them so long to get to the fight?
NEAL. Because...they were focusing on areas outside of the dance...where
possible post-activities could take place...
CHANTELL. Where?
NEAL. Like the Walker Estate.
CHANTELL. You mean that condemned piece of property that edges the town?
Who would go there...its marked.
NEAL. Who cares? Everyone still hangs out there, anyways.
SYDNEY. Wait a second...how do you know there was so much police
activity there.
NEAL. I had a police scanner. And I know the password for the SC
police.
LISA. For real?
NEAL. [Nods head awkwardly]
SYDNEY & LISA. [Exchange glances like twins] What is it?
NEAL. [Shakes head]
CHANTELL. Sell out...
NEAL. Its been proven recently that some really bad seeds do business
at Camp Walker...and thats near where....
NEAL.. The rape took place.
LISA. Wait a second...you mean...the one that killed the girl?
NEAL. Thats the one.
CHANTELL. Oh, yeah...Jesus Christ...almost ten years ago to a T. This
same night. Who were the parties? Tom Brentwood, quarterback man...
and some other chick.
SYDNEY. Cristina....Cristina Vasquez. Oh, my God.
NEAL. What?
SYDNEY. Amanda told me some guy kept blasting her with these answering
machine messages that kept referring to her as....that certain girl.
She couldnt understand why...
NEAL. Whoa, whoosh. You say that he referred to her as Cristina?
SYDNEY. [Nods head]
NEAL. Well, thats brilliant. Obviously, we know that theres some
guy with a scheme on his hands.....I may not be good with psychology, but
he probably wanted to duplicate what happened ten years ago with....
someone else.
NEAL. Jesus, Sydney. I think you gave us the key.
SYDNEY. That went way over my frame of consciousness.
NEAL. Its Tom Brentwood...revisited.
NEAL. Tom Brentwood came back to make a second harvest. Back to Swans
Crossing.
SYDNEY. Actually...Amanda said something about Rich.
NEAL. Rich....Macpherson? Whats he got to do with this?
SYDNEY. She thinks hes stalking her.
NEAL. Why?
SYDNEY. Shes seen Rich through her window at night.
INTENSE MUSIC PLAYS
NEAL. Her bedroom window?
SYDNEY. Yes...
COLT. Rutledge.
SYDNEY. [Turns around] Yes?
COLT. Its the mayor...your mother...calling.
INT.-HOTEL ROOM-NIGHT
OWEN. I dont know if I should be doing this.
KITANA. Its plain and simple...you just take your little shirt off...
and...
Kitana starts to unbutton Owens shirt
KITANA. Ill lead the way.
OWEN. Kitana, I dont think so.
Kitana stares
OWEN. And...Im sorry.
OWEN. Very sorry.
KITANA. Well, maybe if we just go a little bit slowly.....itll relax
you more.
OWEN. How can we go slow if were already down to frontal nudity?
KITANA. Because.. these are the moments I like to cherish.
OWEN. I cant.
KITANA. Come on, Owen. Dont you want to see me naked?
OWEN. [Puts finger on her nose] Its tempting. But I dont think Im
ready.
OWEN. Maybe some other time.
KITANA. [Folds arms] You mean to tell me you want to stay a virgin?
OWEN. [Drops jaw] What? Now my sexuality becomes an issue?
KITANA. Thats what you are...arent you?
OWEN. What...a..a..
KITANA. Virgin...
OWEN. Well, yes. In a way.
KITANA. In a way. Youre either full blown or immune.
OWEN. Hay, listen. Its not my fault I made my own decision. What
happens if I want to stay like this for awhile.
KITANA. How long are we talking about?
OWEN. Twenty years.
KITANA. But, Owen...that would make you thirty-five years old. Thats
such a sick concept.
OWEN. Cant I be a virgin for a prolonged period of time?
KITANA. Why dont you just face it...youre not on a mission. Youre
just scared.
KITANA. Couple of years from now...youll mature...youll score...and
youll totally forget about me.
OWEN. Its not true. I want to wait. I wanna wait until I get married.
KITANA. [Shakes head] I dont know, Owen....theres just...
OWEN. Theres just what?
KITANA. Theres not a lot of girls whore gonna go for that kind of
thing.
OWEN. Why not?
KITANA. Hell, they might think youre some kind of mental retard or
something.
OWEN. Not everyone will think that, right?
KITANA. Well, waddya wanna do....hitch yourself to a walrus or
something?
OWEN. No, Kitana. I just want someones close friendship. Without so
many complexities. Whats wrong with having a friend?
KITANA. That only works in a Snow White world, Owen. It like...doesnt
apply to reality. You want a friend...get a guy. Be a fag for all I
care!
Kitana puts her shirt back on
OWEN. Whatever I just said to you was one hundred percent true. It has
nothing to do with you personally....I would say that to any girl.
KITANA. Would you say it to a woman?
OWEN. Yes.
KITANA. Liar. You wouldnt say it to a woman. Youd just stay there
and let her take advantage of you.
OWEN. Thats not the game I play.
KITANA. Whatever game it is....I dont want a part in it.
OWEN. You have to understand....
KITANA. Roll your own die...hopefully youll land on your own two feet.
OWEN. Kitana....
KITANA. [Turns around]
OWEN. Whether you hate my guts or whether you dont mean it...Ill
always remember you.
KITANA. [Turns back]
OWEN. Ill always remember you.
Music plays
KITANA. [Opens the door and leaves]
OWEN. Dont forget about me...Kitana.
KITANA. [Slams the door]
OWEN. [Tears can be seen somewhere in his eyes] Kitana!
Owen takes his fist and slams it on the dresser drawer.
INT.-CLOSET-NIGHT
The closet door opens. We see a girl with her eyes shut, waiting for
something.
KITANA. Save it, Kit.
DINA. [Opens eyes] Isnt it my turn?
NOTE: KITANA IS DINA AND DINA IS KITANA. THE TWINS ARE BACK TO NORMAL.
DINA. Lets just get out of here. Put your blouse back on.
KITANA. Whoa, whoosh...wait a second. You didnt just drag me up here
for nothing.
DINA. You can just forget about it.
KITANA. Why?
DINA. He couldnt get stimulated.
KITANA. So what, hes my boyfriend.
DINA. According to the game.
KITANA. Suppose I didnt want to play your game anymore.
DINA. Dont be silly, Kitty.
KITANA. No, Im very serious. I want out.
DINA. [Shrugs shoulders] Its over. Owen is toast.
KITANA. You better get over this duality obsession of yours. Its
driving my love life into an ocean.
DINA. Dont be silly, Kit. You had no love life to begin with. The
sooner you realize that, the sooner youll understand.
DINA. Come on.
FOCUS ON KITANA AS DINA LEAVES.
DINA. Ill meet you at the bus-stop.
EXT.-RICHS CAR-EARLY MORNING
Richs car is smacked up against a tree in the forest Rich Awakens
RICH. Ow!
Rich feels his head
RICH. God!
RICH. What the........
Rich tries to turn the ignition but finds that the engine wont start
RICH. Great!
Rich opens the door and surveys the situation. His car has broken down
after the impact of the accident. But what worries him most is...
RICH. Wheres....Cristina!
RICH. [Yells] Cristina.....
RICH. Shes alive and still....[kicks car] kicking
Rich kicks the car some more.
RICH. Thought I had you....
Rich gives the car another kick.
RICH. I thought I had you.
Kicks car
RICH. Now we have to start over.
Kicks car
RICH. Do things the hard way.
Kicks car again.
RANGER. Excuse me, son.
RICH. [Turns around, startled] What?
RANGER. Whys your car here?
RICH. Pardon?
RANGER. Why is your car here? This is a state park.
RICH. Yeah, well. It went out of control and I got into a bit of a
crash.
RANGER. Your car went out of control? For two miles?
RICH. Yes, sir.
RANGER. Come with me, sir.
RICH. I cant just...
RANGER. [Raises voice] Come with me, sir.
RANGER. [Talks into radio] Ranger to base.....can you send down an
officer?
VOICE ON RADIO. Ten-four.
RANGER. Youre gonna come to the ranger base with me.....
RICH. You know, I still didnt get your name.
RANGER. Larry.
RICH. Okay, Larry. Why are we going to your little base?
RANGER. Because youre violating state and county laws by bringing your
automobile into a state park.
RICH. I didnt even realize this was a park until...NOW!
RANGER. Let me tell you, kid. See that car....it aint goin home
with you.
RICH. And what exactly do you mean by that?
RANGER. Listen, buddy. There are seven forms of wildlife that are near
the stages of extinction, and they do not live in the trees.......
Instead...they crawl, and one of the places that they could of crawled
is right under your 14-inch tires. So, without further ado, get your
faggot ass over to the ranger base with me. Or Ill have you down on
the ground faster than you can say endangered species.
RICH. I didnt realize park rangers had ways with words.
RANGER. Come on, kid. I hate to have to hurt you. And I will hurt
you.
Rich and Ranger walk off.
INT.-RUTLEDGE MANSION-DAY
Margaret walks around fixing up things for her sons arrival....Sydney
follows her astutely.
MARGARET. You should be ashamed of yourself.
SYDNEY. I have a good explanation.
MARGARET. I dont care....you should of at least called. I had to
call the station.
SYDNEY. Its just that...everything happened so fast. The one second,
I was dancing, and the next...major red-letter event.
MARGARET. You have family coming in.
SYDNEY. I just wanted to tell you it was all unexpected.
MARGARET. You have family coming in.
SYDNEY. Im just sorry...really sorry...about how the way last night
went down. And I just want you to know that if this leads to a breakdown
in our mother-daughter relationship....rest assured Ill have to accept
that.
MARGARET. [Looks at Sydney] A breakdown
SYDNEY. Well, you know...the usual breakdown symptoms....no cellular
telephone...black-eyed peas and rice for dinner.
MARGARET. Actually, I was just thinking in the dimensions of....lets
say....love life.
SYDNEY. [Shakes head] Oh, no. Now, wait a second, mother. Just
because he did what he did....it had nothing to do with my love for him.
MARGARET. Sydney Orion Rutledge.
SYDNEY. Nothing at all. I swear.
MARGARET. Do you want me to add more guidelines as to your punishment?
SYDNEY. Well...not really.
MARGARET. Then I suggest that you find alternate forms of frivolity in
the next few weeks, other than being with Garrett Booth.
SYDNEY. WHAT? You cant take me away from my boyfriend.
MARGARET. Do you want no telephone along with it?
SYDNEY. I was just trying to say....
MARGARET. Youre not getting anywhere with this.
SYDNEY. Splitting us apart is not the solution.
MARGARET. [Pouts]
SYDNEY. I assure you.
MARGARET. When your brother arrives here, he is not going to see you
and I arguing....do you understand?
SYDNEY. I dont know.
MARGARET. Well, youd better. And as far as Natan is concerned.
SYDNEY. Oh...hes in Chicago, right?
MARGARET. If you want to live here any longer.
SYDNEY. How wonderful, a lie.
MARGARET. Sydney...I mean it.
The doorbell rings.
SYDNEY. Garrett was supposed to come over to meet my brother. Is that
okay?
Margaret ignores her
SYDNEY. Mother?
Sydney walks over to the door, and answers it.
Its Mila, JT, and Neal
SYDNEY. Oh my God...are you guys alright?
MILA. Im fine. Clays still in the hospital.
SYDNEY. Oh, God.
MILA. Can we come in?
SYDNEY. But of course.
They walk in and she closes the door.
JT. Holy retro-rockets, this headache is killing me.
SYDNEY. How did things go at the police station?
JT. Oh yeah, about that.
MILA. Oh my God...JT...are you in trouble?
JT. No, no. They just want me to perform.....
MILA. Perform what?
SYDNEY. [Raises her eyebrows] Not...
JT. [Finishing Syds sentence] Community service.
A collection of wows
NEAL. Now how does it feel to have absolutely tarnished your rep around
here?
JT. To tell you the truth....[plops on couch and relaxes] its better
than what I was expecting.
SYDNEY. Oh, really. Have you talked to Glory lately?
JT. I dont have to. Shell wind down, eventually.
SYDNEY. God....not a worry in the world.
JT. It doesnt matter....I was totally off the wall. It wasnt
really me.
SYDNEY. Im sure Glory will be dying to hear that, among other things.
JT. One thing I know about her...shes not the type of person who
makes quick judgements.
MARGARET. Sydney, darling.
SYDNEY. Yes, mother.
MARGARET. Could you get a trash bag and pick up all the weeds outside
before Andrew arrives. Hank suddenly caught the flu.
SYDNEY. The east garden or the west one?
MARGARET. Wherever you find them.
SYDNEY. [Feigning contentment] Sure.
Sydney slowly exits the room
JT. So...I hear you were quite the show.
MILA. [Sits on couch and lets back hair] Im gonna be famous again...
this time more famous than Ive ever been before.
JT. What are you worried about? Youve already reached your threshold.
MILA. Dont you see, JT.....that was when I was a child star. People
dont even know me any more because I have a different face. I want
them to recognize me again.
JT. I can just imagine things are so difficult for you , Mila.
MILA. Not that difficult.
JT. Thats my whole point....you just breeze through everything, without
any instruction manuals.
MILA. Well...I guess you can say it hasnt been that tough of a ride.
JT. Lucky you.
MILA. What, are you jealous?
JT. [Throws his hands up] Lifes too short for that type of mentality.
Im just astonished.
NEAL. Well, we all have it pretty easy. At least for now.
JT. I guess you can say so. I mean.....whenever disaster strikes....
our vaults open.
NEAL. [Laughs] Wicked, isnt it?
MILA. You guys are starting to freak me out. I thought at least
youd congratulate me and wish me a little bit of luck.
JT. Why...are you going on tour tomorrow?
MILA. No...but I have an appointment at Mark Chappells studio this
afternoon.
NEAL. What about Clay?
MILA. Hes....in better shape.
JT. What, Clay got hurt, too?
MILA. No...someone threw a rock at him. One of Mitchs friends.
JT. Something tells me that Mitch doesnt belong in this town.
MILA. Mitch used to be cool....until he started hanging around the
city.
JT. Hes always been a regular rash collection
The doorbell rings
NEAL. I got it.
MILA. There was a time when he was very sweet.
JT. [Nods his head] Was it longer or shorter than a minute.
NEAL. Hay...look whos here.
SAJA. Greetings, and salutations.
NEAL. What are you up to?
SAJA. Flying higher than an eagle.
NEAL. Its funny, JT. Saja claims he too was poisoned by the punch.
JT. Get out...
SAJA. The lights were out in the holy palace.
JT. How bad were you?
SAJA. I thought I was dancing on the ceiling.
SAJA. For a little while.
JT. Well...now I suppose Im not the only fool.
SAJA. Kidding? Right?
JT. Hmmm... [Breaks into a giggle]
JT. You know...that stuff was pretty much wretched. I think it
tasted like Bristols, what do you think?
SAJA. I dont consider those type of things.
MILA. If Mama ever caught me drunk.....you guys would definitely see
the last of this little girl.
JT. Does that mean youre allowed to take punch at school dances?
MILA. Well....I guess I always thought it was gonna be clean when I
took it.
JT. One year later, at the senior prom.
Neal and JT laugh in unison.
The doorbell rings.
MILA. Sorry. Its not gonna happen.
Neal and JT laugh again.
NEAL. Hay, watch your back, Rosnovsky.
MILA. It will never happen.
SAJA. I guess Id better get that.
MILA. Its not like punch gets spiked at every dance.
NEAL. Dont worry, Mila. Well buddy up when the time comes.
Saja walks to the door and meets Lisa.
LISA. Hi...
SAJA. Hay..
They embrace, and everybody goes ooooh
LISA. You guys....God.
NEAL. Hay..wheres the music?
LISA. Why is Sydney picking up weeds in the [laughs] backyard?
MILA. [Loudly] Her mother told her to...I guess she wanted to keep
her busy.
NEAL. Somebody ask Mrs. Rutledge if we can play with the tuner.
Ralph enters from the kitchen.
MILA. Look, guys. Its Ralph.
JT. Hay, Ralph. Can we play some music?
RALPH. Oh, hello. I didnt realize the welcome wagon arrived.
MILA. Perhaps you can help us pick out a station.
RALPH. But I think some of the Mayors records are still on the
carousel.
JT. So just press another button.
RALPH. Oh...well I guess that. Maybe if I....
Ralph walks over to the radio tuner and powers it up.
Crackles are heard.
MILA. Lisa...what station do you wanna here?
LISA. I dont know..you decide.
MILA. Put on some hip-hop.
JT. No...the college station. [Disgusted] Hip-hop.
RALPH. Well, now...wait a second.
SAJA. Oh, how you all have fallen prey to the pits and snares.
RALPH. Well, this is one. Oh, rats. Such a small button.
JT. Press hard.
RALPH. Give me one second.
LISA. Go, Ralph.
Ralph hits the button, and the hip-hop station comes on.
JT. Oh no, not that.
MILA. Yeah. Woo-hoo!
JT. What is this attempt at aesthetic bliss?
MILA. This is the hit song of the week.
JT. Yeah..as in hit hard...by a train.
EXT.-RUTLEDGE MANSION-DAY
Sydney picks up more weeds, hating every moment of the task.
SYDNEY. Uggh! I hate picking up these weeds, because theyre so dirty,
my hands are so black, and I smell like old socks.
SYDNEY. And mom wants me to be happy.
SYDNEY. Daddys coming home.
Then from out of nowhere, a luxurious looking white vehicle pulls up to
the Rutledge driveway at least five or ten miles over the residential
speed limit.
SYDNEY. Maybe I should just go in....let it fly.
Then a horn honks.
SYDNEY. [Turns around]
SYDNEY. [In awe] Oh, my God!
INT.-LEXUS-DAY
ANDREW. Well, Ill be. My little sister awaits.
SYDNEY. [Gets up and walks toward Andrew]
Then she runs
ANDREW. Sydney!
SYDNEY. Andrew.....
SYDNEY. [By Andrew and the car] Hay!
She meets him and they embrace.
ANDREW. God...its been so long.
ANDREW. [While embracing Sydney] So long....
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ACT TWO
EXT.-RUTLEDGE MANSION-DAY
Sydney and Andrew stop embracing.
SYDNEY. God! [Near tears]
ANDREW. What? What is it, whats wrong...Sydney?
SYDNEY. Oh..nothing....its just that. Everything in my life is
starting to crumble again.
ANDREW. Oh, God... not you...Syd. I thought I was the one with the
emotional problems
SYDNEY. Well, apparently were all human. But lets get off that
subject. How are things going in your life?
ANDREW. I dont know.....the trials and tribulations of nearing the
age of thirty.
SYDNEY. Oh, please. You...grow old? Maybe if you stay here long
enough the aging process will slow down.
ANDREW. On the flipside of things, I just bought myself a Kawasaki.
SYDNEY. Really. Where is it?
ANDREW. It should be flying down here tomorrow afternoon.
SYDNEY. Wow...a jet ski goes airborne.
ANDREW. That bitch goes everywhere with me....or didnt you know?
SYDNEY. Ughh! Could you please not use that word in front of my
friends?
ANDREW. What, bitch? I was using it as a noun.
SYDNEY. I dont care, its disgusting. What if mom heard it?
ANDREW. She would say the same thing.....Dirty mind....nice Lexus.
Andrew points to his latest investment.
SYDNEY. [Admiring car] Lovely. So....where are they gonna send the
thing?
ANDREW. What? My jet ski? The choppers gonna land at the front
field.
SYDNEY. You mean...where the PA boxes are?
ANDREW. Thats the one, Sydney-O.
SYDNEY. [Folds arms] Oh, God...
ANDREW. Hay, Sydney-O. Whats up with the weed detail?
SYDNEY. [Puts arms on hip, as if she was one of the Ronettes] Dont
even ask.... mother wants to keep me sedated.
ANDREW. So...whaddya say there, Syd. You gonna ride shotgun with
me on the water?
SYDNEY. I dont know? Ive only...tanned on the beach.
ANDREW. Not when Next Tuesday rolls around.
SYDNEY. What? Youre gonna strap me?
ANDREW. If I have to.
SYDNEY. I tend to be a hard catch.
ANDREW. Hay, Sydney....do me one favor.
SYDNEY. Whats that?
ANDREW. Dont cry....just because Im around.
SYDNEY. [Extends her hand] Come with me, you grownie.
Andrew puts his hand in Sydneys and they walk off.
INT.-RUTLEDGE MANSION-DAY
MUSIC: HALLOWEEN-SIOUXSIE AND THE BANSHEES
GARRETT. God, J...T..You know, the patio tends to get very dirty during
the summer.
JT. Stow it.
GARRETT. And all those cockroaches in the kitchen...just waiting to
jump out of the pantry.
JT. They are not going to place me in a clean-up program. My lawyer
wont permit it.
GARRETT. Your what? Cut me a break.....techno-geek, you cant even
speak yet.
MILA. He can be smarter than you, sometimes.
JT. Give this little kid some credit.
GARRETT. [Gets up from seat] Oh, fine....oh...fine.
Sydney opens door
SYDNEY. Hay, everyone. Know what its time for?
SYDNEY. [Turns around to Andrew] Stick your head in.
ANDREW. What?
SYDNEY. [Nudges Andrew inside] My brother.
A collection of hays from the crowd.
GARRETT. [Running to Andrew] Hay, studmuffin. Its been a long
lonely time.
He extends his hand, waiting for a shake.
ANDREW. Is that you, little boy?
GARRETT. Not so little, anymore....old man.
ANDREW. [Shakes hand] How the hell are you, Garrett Booth? The
little punk with the bicycle.
GARRETT. I...have better ways to get around, now.
ANDREW. Oh, yeah. What kind of car you drive?
GARRETT. A 1983 IROC-Z. Newly built, and well kept. Bought it for
3K.
ANDREW. Thats it?
GARRETT. Yeah...Check it out, Im saving for my own private jet.
ANDREW. Dont feed me that. Youre valuable, but not anything to
leech off of.
JT. Hes joshing you.
GARRETT. But its all true. Theyre fetching a retired Grummond Goose,
and painting my name on it.
SYDNEY. Hes not lying.
GARRETT. Dont worry....Sydney and I will charge you small pesos for
a weekend jaunt.
ANDREW. Oh, Jesus. Dont tell me the two of you are an item.
Sydney walks over to Garrett and holds him tight.
SYDNEY. Meet your new brother in-law.
GARRETT. No pictures please.
ANDREW. No way...[Puts hands on his face]
MILA. [Waves arms] Hay, Andrew.
JT. Hay...you know who this is?
ANDREW. [Looks at Mila] I dont....
MILA. Watch out for the cookie cops....
ANDREW. Hell....youre Cynthia Daniel.
MILA. [Walks up to Andrew] No, actually, Im Mila Rosnovsky. Cynthia
Daniel was only the name of a [laughs] character I played.
She extends her hand
Andrew shakes it.
ANDREW. But you did her so well. It was the perfect role for you.
MILA. [Curtsies] Thank you.
ANDREW. And you should of won that award.
MILA. Most definitely.
ANDREW. They should make a reunion show for....what was it called?
MILA. [Sighs] TOWER ACRES.....you mean, you dont remember?
ANDREW. Well, I only tuned in because of.....the plots.....
JT. You remember me too, right? JT...
GARRETT. Soon to be county property.
ANDREW. Cant you stay out of trouble for one second?
JT. Considering the way fates been working around here these days?
NEAL. Even with me offering a helping hand....
ANDREW. Atwater...
NEAL. You got it straight.
SYDNEY. Two people you might not remember from last time.....[points
to Saja] thats Sophias little brother, Bobby
SAJA. Please...
SYDNEY. Ah...Saja the conjurer.
SAJA. Konnichiwan.
ANDREW. [Confused]
SYDNEY. Dont question the great warrior.
SAJA. I have continually noticed a slight marking underneath your left
eyebrow, and I was wondering if it was there since birth.
ANDREW. Actually, I was asking myself the same question.
SYDNEY. [Sarcastic] You two should make the best of friends.
SAJA. We must get to the bottom of that.
SYDNEY. Oh...and thats...
LISA. [Walks over to Andrew] Hi, Im Lisa.
ANDREW. Hello, Lisa.
LISA. Its so nice to finally meet you....Sydneys told me so much
about you and your life. When you were younger.
ANDREW. Really....even when my mom first burped me.
LISA. [Embarrassed] Ay, yi yi! I shouldnt of said anything.
SYDNEY. Its okay, Lisa. Weve all been through infantile stages.
LISA. Youre so red.
ANDREW. I was in the Bahamas one weekend...
LISA. [Passioned] Really?
SYDNEY. So, all thats missing is the woman herself.
SYDNEY. Wheres mom?
LISA. Oh, my God. Did she go hide?
SYDNEY. [Yells] Mother!
SYDNEY. Where is she?
INT.-DRESSING ROOM-DAY
Margaret is crying, with her face down. Sydney walks in
SYDNEY. Mom...whats the matter?
MARGARET. [Turns to Sydney, bawling] Everythings so perfect, now.
SYDNEY. Of course, mom. Andrews here, and so are all my friends.
MARGARET. But thats just the thing. Wheres your father?
SYDNEY. [Holding Margaret, calming her down] Mom! You cant let this
bother you now....especially not when an important guest has arrived.
MARGARET. But I just dont understand....he said he was coming back...
he said he was going to bring back lots of presents....and gifts....but
where did he go? I mean, if its been this long...
SYDNEY. You are going to have to get over daddy, and youve gotta get
over him fast...really fast....because youre the mayor..and people
expect you to be there when something important is happening. And right
now, something important is happening....your son is here.
MARGARET. Sydney...
MARGARET. [Cries, but less intensely] I met someone in Las Vegas.
SYDNEY. [Tries to hold herself back] What? You met someone?
MARGARET. His names Wally. And I met him in Las Vegas...at a bar in
Las Vegas.
SYDNEY. Mother, no.
MARGARET. Its true...thats why Ive been so upset, Sydney. I
couldnt hold back my emotions any longer.
SYDNEY. Did you two?
MARGARET. [Nods head]
SYDNEY. Whats all this about emotions....you were just hot for some
guy, and you laid yourself on the table for him?
MARGARET. [Yelling] What?
SYDNEY. No. We cant fight. But its the truth.
MARGARET. How dare you come across saying something like that.
SYDNEY. How dare you cheat on your husband. I mean, the two of you
arent even divorced yet, and here you are, giving some guy in Vegas
the time of his life.
MARGARET. Sydney....
SYDNEY. Are you my mother? Is this my life?
SYDNEY. [Grabs a perfume bottle and throws it against the wall]
MARGARET. [Yells] No...
SYDNEY. Come back downstairs when you turn into a person. Or else,
I want you to leave this house.
Sydney walks out of the dressing room
SYDNEY. You have five minutes.
INT.-RUTLEDGE MANSION-DAY
Sydney walks downstairs, ready to roll.
SYDNEY. Shes just fine....she was just taking a shower...so she could
look nice for you all.
MILA. But...she looks nice, already.
SYDNEY. [Gritting teeth] She wanted to wash something out of her hair.
INT.-GLORYS ROOM-DAY
Glory is tossing around in her bed, with her night gown still on.
Chantell walks in.
CHANTELL IS A WHITE GIRL WITH A BROOKLYN ACCENT.
CHANTELL. Hi....
GLORY. You got here so soon.
CHANTELL. I know, you were crying.
CHANTELL. [Sits on bed] Its the worst thing in the world when
someone has to cry right after a school dance.
GLORY. Its as if....you were expecting the whole night to be one big
fantasy from above...and then you get one big nightmare.
CHANTELL. [Fluffs her red hair] As you know, the first thing you have
to do is take a shower and do something.
GLORY. Like what?
CHANTELL. I dont know...go get a tan.
GLORY. I dont think Im quite ready to show off my body, yet.
CHANTELL. Why? Youd probably look good.
GLORY. Thank you. Although, I really dont have....any bikinis.
CHANTELL. What?
GLORY. I know, I should get one.
GLORY. Id probably look stunning.
CHANTELL. Besides which, guys like little short girls with a full
package.
GLORY. [Turns around, confused]
CHANTELL. Oh, no...honey...I did not in any way, shape, or form mean it
like that. I was just trying to tell you that....its awful silly not
to wear one.
GLORY. I have not one.
CHANTELL. Youre lying.
GLORY. No...
CHANTELL. You have to have one, girlfriend. Havent you gone through
puberty, yet?
GLORY. [Laughs] Oh, my God. Stop trying to make me laugh. Im
absolutely miserable.
CHANTELL. Miserable. About what?
GLORY. Well....JT.
CHANTELL. Why? Its not as if the two of your were gonna last, anyway.
GLORY. [Worried] What?
CHANTELL. Oh, please. I knew something was going to happen along the
line.
GLORY. In other words, Chantell...you just prophesized it.
CHANTELL. Like clockwork.
GLORY. [Disgruntled] Superb.
CHANTELL. No, no. Sweetheart, dont get me wrong. [Puts arm around
her] Sweetheart....lets be a little objective. I mean, pretend you
were someone else seeing him for the first time, right? What qualities
would strike you?
GLORY. Well....I know for a fact that hes nice. I mean, no one can
deny that.
CHANTELL. Of course not.
GLORY. Hes brilliant.....he knows what he wants and does the best he
can to fulfil his desires.
CHANTELL. Ill say.
GLORY. And hes athletic.
CHANTELL. Stop right there. JTs not athletic.
GLORY. Well...why do you say that?
CHANTELL. Hes been warming the football bench for the past two years.
Or have you been too obsessed with your emotions to recognize that?
GLORY. Its true. But at least he tries. I mean...one of these days,
hell meet his goals.
CHANTELL. You see, again....I have to stop you right there. One of
these days? When JT says that, what does that sound like to you?
GLORY. It sounds like hes keeping himself open to opportunity.
CHANTELL. [Slowly] It also sounds like his head is in the clouds,
Glory. Way in the clouds.
GLORY. [Shakes head] No, no. Youve got it all wrong.
CHANTELL. As if dreaming were an occupation.
GLORY. Thats not him.
CHANTELL. Okay. He never dreams at all.
GLORY. [Smirks] Well...maybe...
GLORY+CHANTELL. Just a little.
CHANTELL. Yeah, just a little. A whole lot. As in, too much for
his own good. And I hear him talk sometimes, as well.....I feel like
Im a prisoner on Venus.
GLORY. This is not the right person to criticize JT in front of .....
CHANTELL. Listen to me....sometimes....the guy is off the wall.
Talking about robots doing this, and solar powered that.
GLORY. What?
CHANTELL. [Laughs] I kid you not, I started talking to him about
cafeteria food...you know...just to make conversation, and he tries to
ramble on about how trapping heat from the sun could keep everything
fresh, and instill a better working environment.
GLORY. No.
CHANTELL. Just the other day, girlfriend. You sure the guy doesnt
trip on a regular basis?
GLORY. He has a very creative mind, and sometimes he tends to run away
with his imagination. But that doesnt mean he fails at every single
thing he performs.
CHANTELL. [Waves hands in air] Well, of course not, Glory. I wasnt
at all trying to compare your boyfriend to a loser.
GLORY. [Tossing around] I know.
CHANTELL. But is that the type of person you want to live your life
with day to day?
GLORY. Well....I was kind of thinking about that.
CHANTELL. About what, Glory?
GLORY. Whether or not I should be with him...
CHANTELL. Oh, really.
GLORY. I mean, at least maybe for a little while. Because, especially
now, hes encountering this stage in his life when he thinks hes
like....invincible to every one of lifes problems.
CHANTELL. So, its not just the fact that he cheated on you.
GLORY. Well, I have my doubts as to whether he cheated on me or not.
The main thing is....he wants me to move with him and get married or
something. And I dont know if my parents would approve. And not only
that, hes trying to become someone else. Someone that I cant even
identify with.
CHANTELL. Maybe you should go to the beach, and meet someone else.
CHANTELL. For a date. Just one date.
GLORY. Sounds like a great attempt at revenge.
CHANTELL. And why the hell not. After all, youd just be making
contacts. Its not as if youd be tasting thirty-one flavors like some
other person.
GLORY. But would it work?
CHANTELL. Of course it will. Ive tried it many times. With slight
variations.
GLORY. You know, half the time I wonder if your advice is true to the
heart.
CHANTELL. Why dont you put your swimsuit on and put Chantell to the
test.
The phone rings.
CHANTELL. [Picks up phone] Booth residence. No, shes not here right
now.
GLORY. [Waves arms] JT?
CHANTELL. She should be back by six tonight. Probably at the mall or
something.
GLORY. Is it JT?
CHANTELL. Whos this....OH......JT Adams. Ill have to tell her you
called.
GLORY. [Falls back in her bed]
CHANTELL. [Hangs up]
CHANTELL. Oh...youre not gonna give up so fast.
GLORY. [Shakes head] He wants to apologize, doesnt he?
CHANTELL. Who cares. Let him suffer for awhile.
GLORY. [Gets out of bed] Is this the part where Im supposed to be
jumping up and down.
CHANTELL. Is this your closet?
GLORY. Yes....
CHANTELL. [Gets out a hanger] Ah....and here they are. This isnt
too bad.
GLORY. Throw it.
CHANTELL. [Throws Glory the swimsuit] Dont forget to take a shower
first.
GLORY. Oh, and Chantell.
CHANTELL. What?
GLORY. Can you come with me?
CHANTELL. Oh, I dont know, Glory. I have this little...thing.
GLORY. Oh come on. For a few hours.
CHANTELL. I dont know if I can.
GLORY. Maybe Ill attract somebody for you.
CHANTELL. A nice exhibit at wishful thinking.
GLORY. [Sits on bed again, taking off socks] I cant do this on my
own, you know. Look at me.
CHANTELL. Ill tell you what...you use my cellular phone. And if you
have any problems, call Chantell. You have my number, dont you?
GLORY. I guess so.
CHANTELL. [Takes phone out of her purse] Make sure you put it buy you
when you lay on the towel.
GLORY. [Sighs]
CHANTELL. Seriously. This is very expensive. I bought it at the
Electronics Boutique. Okay?
GLORY. Fine.
CHANTELL. [Makes a signal with her hands] Word to the Swan.
INT.-RUTLEDGE MANSION-DAY
LISA. Are you sure everythings alright with your mom?
SYDNEY. Positive.
MILA. So...shouldnt she be down by now?
SYDNEY. Are you kidding? Do you know how long it takes to rinse out
the Apple Pectin?
Lisa, Andrew, and Garrett
ANDREW. With phones, its not as complicated as you think. Timing is
everything. Planning ahead...an item of mass importance.
LISA. So you could...pretty much wire mine without me knowing it.
ANDREW. Basically.
LISA. ...Theres...no way. I would of found out already.
ANDREW. Impossible.
GARRETT. Hay..ah...I hate to interrupt you guys conversation, but, I
was wondering if I could ask you a question.
LISA. [Folds arms]
GARRETT. Big brother Andrew, that is.
LISA. Oh, how lovely. Make Lisa leave.
GARRETT. Pretty please with a cherry on top.
LISA. [Turns around] Saja?
SAJA. Yes, madam.
LISA. Make conversation.
She grabs his hand and takes off with him.
GARRETT. So, uh...
ANDREW. Shes got a lot going for her.
GARRETT. Oh, yeah. I was meaning to tell you that even though Sydney
and I...
ANDREW. Sydney? No, no, no.
GARRETT. What? You mean...the fact that she and I are dating...
ANDREW. Friend...I was trying to tell you about that other girl
GARRETT. What...you mean....Lisa?
ANDREW. Shes an absolute fox.
GARRETT. Tell me about it.
ANDREW. So, whats the scoop on her?
GARRETT. The scoop? Well....it may be a little known fact, but Lisa
is one of those people whose beauty serves as a source of intimidation.
To give you an example...you see how she had to drag Saja into her
conversation? Its not because shes a drag, its because whenever a
guy looks at her, he turns into stone.
SYDNEY. Okay, everyone.
Mrs. Rutledge walks down the stairs.
ANDREW. Mom?
MILA. How sweet....
MARGARET. Andrew....
ANDREW. Hi, mom.
MARGARET. [Walks off stairway] Well, it seems like its been so
long.....
ANDREW. I know.
MARGARET. [Dramatically] An eternity, son.
ANDREW. [Nods head]
MARGARET. How long has it been, Sydney?
SYDNEY. Four years.
MARGARET. My God....your hair is straight. Your shirt is ironed. I
have a nice young man inside my house again.
MARGARET. Youll have to excuse me if this is making me emotional....
but you look so much like your....
SYDNEY. Mom?
MARGARET. Its true..Sydney...doesnt he look just like Peter? One
of you guys...take out the photo album and go to my wedding pictures.
JT. Is it over here?
MARGARET. The next one.
JT. [Pulls out an album from the drawer]
MARGARET. Andrew...darling...come over here and give this poor woman
a hug.
ANDREW. [Walks over and hugs Margaret]
MARGARET. You too, Sydney.
SYDNEY. [Joins in to hug]
JT. Here it is ,right here.
MILA. Wow! The resemblance is amazing.
We see a black and white picture of Peter Rutledge...who looks almost
exactly like Andrew...as if before the show was taped, Andrew took a
black and white photo with the Mayor.
Focus on the Rutledge 3, who continue hugging, and Sydney..who has a
doubting expression on her face.
EXT.-SWAN HOUSE-DAY
Sandy Swan walks out to her Mazda 626, looking depressed, and shoves
her library books in the car.
So-called friend Jessica Greenfield walks by.
JESSICA. Hay....
SANDY. What do you want? And why do you keep following me?
JESSICA. Isnt it plainly obvious? I dont have a life, anymore.
SANDY. Youre obviously not going to find anything here.
Sandy opens the car door
JESSICA. Oh, yeah. I almost completely forgot. Far be it from me to
besiege you with my personal problems.
SANDY. Excuse me?
JESSICA. [Pouts] Oh..you know, the usual cream of the crop. Rents
due, car gets repossessed...your roommate decides to go home to mom
and dad.
SANDY. Im sorry to hear all that.
JESSICA. I second that notion.
SANDY. [Starts engine] Bye, now.
JESSICA. [Changes moods] Sandy!!
SANDY. What?
JESSICA. They...kicked me out of my apartment and I have no place to
go. And Rich wont let me move in to his place. Im..on the streets
right now.
SANDY. So why dont you stalk a happy person?
JESSICA. Dont be silly. We have common ground. Dont you see? We
are both near the brink of breaking down, completely. We need
restoration.
SANDY. Im fine where I am, right now.
JESSICA. Why cant you just admit the truth, Sandy.
SANDY. [Stares]
JESSICA. Youre a troubled teen. Me...Im twenty-one years old. I
have to eat chopped liver on stale bread.
SANDY. [Takes foot off brake]
JESSICA. Hay!
SANDY. [Stops car]
JESSICA. Can I at least ride around with you?
SANDY. [Shifts into park] If I take you to your destination, will
you stop harassing me?
JESSICA. [Runs into car, opening door] Oh, cool....
JESSICA. [Sits down and closes door] Okay. Make a right turn on
that side street, head towards the 62, and away we go...
SANDY. Hold up....thats not anywhere near Swans Crossing.
JESSICA. [Clears throat] Okay, my friend. Now, its fully official.
Youre being hijacked.
SANDY. [Sighs]
JESSICA. If you choose to ignore this, you will be terrorized by me for
the rest of your natural life.
INT.-SYDNEYS ROOM-DAY
NEAL. Have there been any more reports on Amanda?
LISA. No...just the one radio announcement from last night.
NEAL. That figures. This town will not frown down on anything. If
its a normal little girl gets lost affair, and she doesnt mean
anything to anybody, you can just forget about the milk carton.
Sydney and Lisa pouts
NEAL. No offense. But its true.
LISA. Maybe its a good thing. What would happen if everyone started
having a cow over Amanda?
SYDNEY. Maybe we could track her down.
LISA. But then, your brother would get dragged into the whole thing.
SYDNEY. That reminds me....Im supposed to pick out a restaurant for
tonight.
LISA. Oh..you guys are eating together. How sweet!
NEAL. Could we focus on Amanda for one split second.
NEAL. I called her parents five minutes ago, and they said shes still
not home. If shes not back by now, that means she could be in some
serious trouble. God knows where she could be now. And by tonight....
everyone will know.
LISA. Tonight?
SYDNEY. Looks like we better get this search party thing under way.
SAJA. [Walks in with map] Sorry I couldnt make it up any sooner. I
was enthralled in conversation.
SYDNEY. Whats up with the map.
NEAL. Its a map of all the danger zones in Swans and in Walker County.
SAJA. Okay..from what I see here, the deepest bodies of water would be
Chesapeake Bay at 43 degrees longitude and Crimson Lake.
He lays the map flat out on the table.
NEAL. The most unwatched areas are in these woods....by where the old
brook starts.
SYDNEY. Wait a second...isnt that where...Barek lives now?
LISA. Yeah...I just talked to Callie the other night, and she just
came back from his house.
SYDNEY. Barek would shoot the first person that went there.
SYDNEY. Or around there.
NEAL. How much of a stretch is it?
SAJA. [Closes eyes] Five miles.
NEAL. [Shakes head]
Saja takes out a red pen and scratches off the area.
NEAL. Well, then...the next dangerous area would be the Walker Estate,
and the police were there on patrol all night
SAJA. Isnt there an older Walker Estate in the south part of the
county. The one that was erected in 1682?
NEAL. I did some research on that as well, and there are so many
obstacles in making it over there that you would give up after five
minutes. Besides which...the whole ground is swamp and hard to walk on.
SAJA. What about boots?
NEAL. [Shakes head] Youd have to wear gear designed for camping
expeditions....that place does not attract a lot of people.
Neal looks at Saja
NEAL. What? Are you going to prove me wrong.
SAJA. We shouldnt overlook all the golden possibilities.
NEAL. Do you realize that youd have to park yourself on a fifty foot
ledge, make it down the drop, go through a cave type squeeze and then
drop another twenty feet...what..you think he suffocated her through a
squeeze hole? Hed be lucky enough if he made it through there. You
have to be the weight of a stick.
SAJA. Anything is possible.
NEAL. Well, then...why dont you just pack a lunch and lead an
expedition over there, and see how far your little legs can carry you,
my friend.
SAJA. I try to reason with him and look where the hell it gets me.
LISA. Maybe Crimson is the right place to start.....
SYDNEY. I guess that pretty much leaves us with the areas outside of
Swans Crossing.
NEAL. Well, finally...were getting somewhere.
Focus on an upset Lisa, and Saja. All of a sudden the room is divided
up into Sydney-Neal and Lisa-Saja.
SYDNEY. [Claps hands] Great..lets telephone the Las Vegas police
department. Las Vegas is Richs number one spot.
NEAL. Lets not get carried away.
SYDNEY. Whatever do you mean? Dont you know that Rich loves to
gamble.
The door opens suddenly.
ANDREW. [Knocks on door] What are you guys talking about.
LISA. Oh...nothing too important. [Giggles]
ANDREW. [Walks inside] Really.
LISA. [Folds arms] Yeah. [Giggles]
ANDREW. Whats the latest tip.
NEAL. I dont know.
LISA. Whats the latest drain. [Giggles]
SYDNEY. Translation.
ANDREW. Say, Lisa. Why dont you join me downstairs for a little....
something more..
SC SCORE PLAYS
LISA. Grown up?
ANDREW. [In Syds ear] Mother still has the wetbar...does she not?
SYDNEY. Dont be a jerk.
ANDREW. So are you game or not?
More SC music plays
LISA. Let me think about that.
NEAL. Lisa?
LISA. Im sorry, Neal. But you have to understand. [Yells slightly]
Im still young.
Andrew and Lisa exit, leaving the original three Swans.
SYDNEY. Who cares about her...shes a new Swan.
NEAL. Look...we have to get on the radio...tap into the duplex system
if we have to.
SAJA. Oh, no. Are you thinking what Im thinking?
NEAL. Its the only way.
SAJA. But..youll jam everything in town with equipment like yours.
NEAL. Thats why we have to go to the University. Under level three.
SAJA. Level three.
SYDNEY. I love that talk.
NEAL. Oh, by the way. You cant come with us.
SYDNEY. Why not?
NEAL. You dont have a code registry.
SYDNEY. [Grits teeth] Well..make one up
Neal & Saja exchange glances.
SAJA. Our apologies......my dark-haired pet.
NEAL. We have to go quick.
They head for the door
Then they walk back
NEAL. Out the window.
CAMERA FOCUSES ON SYDNEY
SYDNEY. Dont bother. Its sealed shut.
SYDNEY. All of them.
SYDNEY. So do I come...or not?
EXT.-DARK HIGHWAY-NIGHT
Amanda walks slowly down the pedestrian stretch..much like in hitchhiker
movies. The late-night lovers headed for Newport Beach on her back....
trucks with cargo passing her by. Sleepy-eyed..she keeps going. With
a slight tear in her eye.
FLASHBACK:
RICH. Help me tonight...Cristina.
RICH. Help me...
RICH. Help me...
SAUNDERS. Are you lying to me, Amanda?
SYDNEY. One of these days.....you wont have a trench to hide in.
SANDY. Sydney has a point.
RICH. One man...one woman...and a blackbird.
Then we hear a horn
Someone driving a 62 Chevy and offering her a ride.
GUY. Hay.
AMANDA. Hi.
GUY. Whats your name?
AMANDA. Amanda.
GUY. [Romantically] Well, Amanda. You look absolutely devastated.
AMANDA. Thats what they all tell me.
GUY. [Laughing] Is that so. Well how about putting an end to that
devastation as we both know it.
AMANDA. [Concerned] Actually...I have a few more miles...and then..
GUY. [Laughing] A few more miles? To where? The rest station?
AMANDA. I can manage.
GUY. Get in...I mean it.
AMANDA. I dont know if I should.
GUY. Trust me. Youre not doing anything illegal.
AMANDA. No, its not that. Its just that....I have no idea where I
am...and I dont know where Im going.
GUY. [Laughs] Well...this here isnt the most lit up part of town.
But youre close.
GUY. [Opens car door] Welcome to my comforting cabin...on behalf of
the township of Tremondale.
AMANDA. Tremondale. Wheres Tremondale?
GUY. Are you serious? You really dont know where youre at?
AMANDA. No. And youre scaring me.
Amanda starts walking away from car.
GUY. [Drives up more] Well, wait a second. Where do you need to go?
AMANDA. Swans Crossing.
GUY. Say what? Hay...did someone dump you?
AMANDA. [Keeps walking]
GUY. [From his car] Oh, God.
GUY. [Screams] Hay!
AMANDA. [Turns around]
GUY. Im not gonna let you go ahead and keep walkin on your lonesome.
Its too unpredictable out here.
AMANDA. [Keeps walking]
GUY. Hay!! Come on now!
AMANDA. [Keeps walking]
GUY. Get in here...I say.
AMANDA. [Walks faster]
GUY. [Drives up faster] Listen, little girl. You tell me how to get
to this place youre going to. I dont care how long it takes...but
well do it.
AMANDA. No, just leave me alone. I want to be alone.
Amanda runs for the bushes as fast as she can...leaving the poor kid
alone on the street
Another car comes up honking
GUY#2. Hay, come on.
GUY. God. [Slams on accelerator]
INT.-RUTLEDGE WETBAR-DAY
LISA. [Sips out of shot glass] What is this?
ANDREW. Damned if I know.
LISA. [Laughs] Really....I want to know. I dont particularly drink.
Well, actually, I was in Nice this one summer, and we went around the
circle with the drag...and when it was my turn....I vomited.
ANDREW. [Laughs] No.
LISA. While I was making a pass at someone. In front of all my stupid
cousins who knew this guy. A lesson in ultimate control. And a true
story.
ANDREW. You must have been devastated.
LISA. Oh, my God. You should have seen the God awful look on my face.
It was horrendous.
SYDNEY. Okay...move it out.
Margaret, Mila, and JT look up from the photo album
MARGARET. Sydney..
SYDNEY. The partys over.
MARGARET. Sydney...what are you talking about?
SYDNEY. Therell be more fun, later.
ANDREW. Looks like my sisters cut lip is coming back to haunt her.
LISA. [Laughs a little] She frets at everything.
JT. [Getting up] Thats a real score, Sydney-O.
SYDNEY. Hay, listen. We appreciate the long welcome wagon. But this
really has to wrap up.
MILA. But we just came in five minutes ago.
GARRETT. Sydney....
SYDNEY. [Puts finger on her lips and]
SYDNEY. [Silently] Trust me.
MARGARET. You can consider yourself grounded for the rest of the month.
SYDNEY. If it comes to that.
MARGARET. Excuse me?
SYDNEY. Now were even.
GARRETT. [To Sydney] Are you sure you know what youre doing?
SYDNEY. Im gonna tell you something and youre not going to believe
it.
MILA. Bye, bye...Syd. Call me tonight.....late if you must. Momma
wont care.
MARGARET. How could she?
ANDREW. Its okay, mom. This is Sydney were talking about.
Sydney looks back at Andrew, whos with Lisa. Lisa looks back at Sydney.
SYDNEY. [To Garrett] Quick....the back door.
GARRETT. I dont understand. What is this all about....?
SYDNEY. Amanda....and Rich Macpherson.
The music plays
SYDNEY. Oh, my God.
INT.-NANCYS BEDROOM-DAY
Nancy watches an episode of The Cosby Show
THEO. So..I have all that..plus...[shows off his Monopoly money]..
fifty bucks.
CLIFF. Do you plan on having a girlfriend?
THEO. Of course.
CLIFF. [Takes the remainder of Theos monopoly money]
NANCY. [Laughs her ass off]
The phone rings
NANCY. [Picking up her Mickey Mouse phone] Robbins.
MITCH. Hay...
NANCY. Oh, God. Not you.
MITCH. Im in jail.
NANCY. How convenient.
MITCH. Hay...do you realize how bad things are around here? And the
food.....the food is the worst part.
NANCY. Oh, let me guess.
MITCH. [Laughs]
NANCY. Am I supposed to?
MITCH. Its not that high. It really isnt.
NANCY. Why are you there?
MITCH. [Laughs]
NANCY. I said...why are you there?
MITCH. You know about the fight last night?
NANCY. No. I left early. With somebody.
MITCH. What? You what?
INT.-CELL-DAY
WARD. Okay..Verducci...youre up.
MITCH. [Banging against cell] What?
INT.-NANCYS ROOM-DAY
NANCY. Now its my turn to laugh like crazy.
NANCY. [Hangs up]
INT.-CELL-DAY
MITCH. [Throws phone on ground]
WARD. Get out...now.
MITCH. I gotta call her back.
WARD. Get out...
MITCH. I gotta call her back now....
WARD. Five minutes a phone call.
MITCH. I think that rule sucks, Mr. Prison Ward. I think you should
give me the benefit of the doubt.
WARD. [Opens door] Come on.
MITCH. No.
MAN. Hay, come on...man...its my turn.
MITCH. Whats it to you?
MAN. Why dont you just relax.
MITCH. Whatd you say?
MAN. I said, relax.
Mitch cocks his fist back and gives the man a swing.
WARD. All right...now.
The man blocks the punch and tries to punch Mitch. He gets him.
But Mitch takes him and pushes him against the wall.
WARD. [Runs to Mitch and holds him back]
WARD. [On the radio] Officer Lotts....to Cell PHS.
MITCH. [Pushes ward] Youll never catch me.....youll never catch me.
WARD. [Grabs on to Mitchs neck]
MITCH. I was supposed to call her back.
LOTTS. Okay, whats the big idea.
WARD. He threw that man on the ground.
LOTTS. Okay...come with me.
MITCH. [Breathing fast] Wait a second...the phone.
LOTTS. You heard him. Youre time is up.
MITCH. But I have to use the phone.
LOTTS. [Extends his hand]
MITCH. You dont understand.
LOTTS. Times up.
MITCH. [Tries to attack him] No!
Lotts takes a stick..possibly a shocker...out of his back pocket and
whaps him.
MITCH. [Falls to floor] Oh!
EXT.-NO MANS LAND-DAY
Sydney and Garrett run out together.
GARRETT. Hay..whats all this about Amanda?
NEAL. Shes missing in action, man.
GARRETT. So how come everybody else doesnt know?
NEAL. Are you kidding...at a time like this.
GARRETT. Are you a complete idiot?
NEAL. Do you want a hole in your head?
GARRETT. Youre asking me that question?
SAJA. Gentleman...please. If we dont get cracking right away...
theres no telling how escalated this whole thing can get.
GARRETT. What are they doing, anyways?
SAJA. We will attempt cellular telephone transmission on a particular
frequency.
GARRETT. How nice for you. Dont you think that maybe telling Officer
Moore would be a better idea.
NEAL. Shes a public service aide.
GARRETT. I know...but I hate everyone else in the Swans Crossing
sheriffs division.
NEAL. We should go.
GARRETT. Wait a second...guys...I mean...theres no way that people
are gonna here your 800 megahertz transmission. You cant just talk
over a phone line like that.
NEAL. They wont be audible.
GARRETT. What?
SAJA. Teenage suicide.
GARRETT. Whats he saying?
NEAL. Were gonna reach them subliminally. Over lower type cellular
phone waves.
GARRETT. Oh yeah..and whats your medium...grade A swiss.
NEAL. Come on...Saja. We dont need this guy.
GARRETT. I hope your car has legs of steel...because before you have
a chance of reaching your destination...the whole towns gonna know.
SYDNEY. Dont do that.
GARRETT. Please....lower type cellular waves.
SYDNEY. [Shrugging shoulders] It could work.
GARRETT. Cut me a break, Sydney. The only thing that could work with
those punks is an insanity plea.
Garrett walks the other way
GARRETT. Without a shadow of a doubt.
SYDNEY. Where are you going?
GARRETT. Back inside the house. Is that alright with you?
SYDNEY. Garrett Booth...if youre going where I think youre going....
you can forget about me as your pretty little steady.
GARRETT. Where do you think Im going?
SYDNEY. To tell my mother.
GARRETT. Is that so. Well maybe Im not going to tell your mother.
Maybe Im just going inside to make a telephone call...did that ever
strike you as a possibility?
SYDNEY. Who are you calling?
GARRETT. The appropriate authorities.
SYDNEY. Garrett...no.
GARRETT. Au revoir...Miss Sydney.
SYDNEY. Ughh!
GARRETT. Oh and...hay.
SYDNEY. Not talking to you.
GARRETT. Might need to take off that sports jacket if it gets too hot.
Garrett walks off
SYDNEY. Well, youve done it. This time, you pushed the limit.
SYDNEY. Garrett!! [Runs inside after Garrett]
EXT.-STOREFRONTS-DAY
Sandy and Jessica walking along the sidewalk close to destination.
SANDY. I dont know how I let you talk me into this.
JESSICA. ..Just have a nifty persuasion complex.
SANDY. Jess...when you talk...you dont even make sense.
JESSICA. Hold on a second...I think were coming upon it.
SANDY. How wonderful.
JESSICA. Kiss my ass. She moved.
SANDY. She...or they?
JESSICA. Nah.
JESSICA. Mind if I jump in front of you?
SANDY. You seem to be a known expert at that.
JESSICA. [Walks in front of Sandy] Eschue me.
JESSICA. I thought it was over there....see I knew it from the time
we got out of the car, I just wanted to double check because, well.....
Im an obsessive compulsive and all that...and I have to do things more
than once at a time.
SANDY. [Breathes out] Does lunch come with this expense?
JESSICA. [Knocks on window] Mellow out, kid.
The blinds open and a face peeks out
JESSICA. [Waves her hand] Yeah..its me.
WOMAN. Who is that?
JESSICA. Its Jessie. Jessie G.
SANDY. [Folds arms]
WOMAN. [Nods her head]
JESSICA. Look at that. She recognizes me. You know its been almost
two years..you know that, dont you?
INT.-STOREFRONT-DAY
The woman speaks with a heavy Eastern type accent
WOMAN. Well, look at you.
JESSICA. Not a lot of people enjoy that.
WOMAN. Dont be ridiculous. You look like a blonde Pebbles.
SANDY. [Ad-libbing, without sound] A blonde Pebbles?
JESSICA. Well, that sounds mighty fine comin out of your little
mouth...but for everyone else...I think my....true beauty finishes...
well...second to last.
WOMAN. Oh, no. You cant possibly be telling me that no one doesnt
whistle at a vixen such as yourself.
JESSICA. Yeah, well. I think thats a result of my.....
Jessica cocks her head down
SANDY. [Thinking Jess is gonna say sexuality] Jess....
Then puts her head back up
JESSICA. Glass eye.
JESSICA. Yeah, you see....Fatima.
Fatima folds her arms
JESSICA. Ah...Fati~ma. Yes, well. I think it would be appropriate
to get a matching one in my right side as well.
FATIMA. So you saying you want me to glass your eye.
JESSICA. Oh, please.
FATIMA. You want me to glass your eye, right? And you keep stumbling
in here like a tramp out of nowhere, and you expect me to fill all your
little orders?
JESSICA. It would really be a great favor.
FATIMA. Well, forget it. FORGET it.
JESSICA. [Pulls out a crisp ten dollar bill] Im willing to
accommodate your service fee.
FATIMA. Hay listen...Fatima will do your hair for that...but no
glassing eye. Okay?
JESSICA. But I dont want a hair job. I want an eye job.
FATIMA. Ay, I can see all the little buggies in your scalp screaming
for attention. You go in the dark room for therapy.
JESSICA. But, Miss Fatima.
FATIMA. I dont want to argue with you. Now sit...or go.
JESSICA. [Sighs]
FATIMA. You have two minutes.
SANDY. Who is she anyway?
FATIMA. I am FaTi~Ma.
SANDY. She is FaTi~Ma. Now I understand.
JESSICA. [Nudges her] Go ahead...ask her something.
SANDY. So, FaTi~Ma. Where do you come from?
FATIMA. Ah, phh! Ask me something.
SANDY. You mean...youre from the East.
FATIMA. Yes, dear.
SANDY. [Shrugs shoulders] Can you charm snakes?
FATIMA. What kind of question is that?
SANDY. An inquisitive one.
FATIMA. Do me a favor, young lady. Hold out your palm.
SANDY. [Looks at Jessica]
JESSICA. Go ahead...she wont hurt you.
FATIMA. I give you ten more seconds to go to the dark room...or you
can forget about glassing the eye.
JESSICA. Certainly.
Jessica whispers something into Sandys ear...laughs..and splits for
the darkroom.
SANDY. [Holds out palm] Okay....ready.
FATIMA. [Places her hand on her palm, her fingers touching] Yes...oh
yes.
SANDY. [Eyes closed] Let me know when you find anything.
FATIMA. Oh, yes. This is very intriguing.
SANDY. You find anything?
FATIMA. Your lifeline is as long as a swans neck.
SANDY. [Opens eyes] As what?
FATIMA. A swans neck...a swans neck. Are you a Swan?
SANDY. Well....I guess so. Yes...I am a swan. A full fledged swan.
As a matter of fact..my name is Swan...Sandy Swan.
FATIMA. That is not your name.
SANDY. Yes it is. Would you like to see my drivers license?
FATIMA. [Laughs] You cannot tell when Im serious...or when Im not.
SANDY. [Laughs] Oh, yeah. I should have known.
FATIMA. So let me ask you, Miss...Swan. Have you any wings?
SANDY. Well.....
SANDY. [Twinkles her eye] Not on me right now.
FATIMA. Would you like to have wings?
SANDY. [Shrugs shoulders] Well...
FATIMA. Be honest with yourself. Remember...I can see your true
selfhood.
SANDY. [Nods head] Yes...I would like to have wings. I would like to
have wings...right now. The sooner the better.
FATIMA. Well, come inside, my dear woman. There is hope for you yet.
INT.-DARKROOM-DAY
JESSICA. [Sings...wearing headphones] GO..AND DONT YOU TAKE
ANOTHER PIECE OF MY HEART, NOW..BABY
INT.-CANDLE ROOM-DAY
It looks mystical.
SANDY. Wow...look at all these candles.
FATIMA. [Runs to bookshelf and pulls out book] Here it is.
SANDY. What?
FATIMA. The book.
SANDY. The book of what?
FATIMA. Where is restoration...it has to be here somewhere.
SANDY. Wait a second...I dont understand...are you some sort of....
FATIMA. Lets not waste another moment.
SANDY. I dont know.
FATIMA. [Lays the book down on the center table] Not another moment.
This must be done now...right away....before all promise fades.
SANDY. Translation?
FATIMA. Quickly...quickly.
INT.-DARKROOM-DAY
Jessica still listening to her Janis Joplin tape
JESSICA. [Sings...wearing headphones] BABY....CRY-BABY!!! CRY-CRY
BABY!!
JESSICA. [Takes off headphones] Come on...gypsy baby!
INT.-FATIMA ROOM-DAY
Fatima puts the candles around Sandy, yellow, green, red, and orange....
as if to cast a spell.
FATIMA. Very well...restoration.
SANDY. Yes..youve been hooked on that.
FATIMA. Quiet...quiet.. you must be quiet. Now....you must become a
Swan again. And in order for me to make you one, you must tell Fatima
exactly what is going on.
SANDY. Are you a witch?
FATIMA. You must tell me what is going on....
SANDY. [Gets up] I dont know if I should go through with this.
FATIMA. Dont be silly. Everyone tells me that...but when I am done....
they never turn away.
SANDY. But doesnt the magic turn back on you?
FATIMA. Only when you use it in an evil way.
SANDY. My birthright. The town of Swans Crossing. It doesnt belong
to Sydney or Lisa....it belongs to me.
SANDY. It belongs to me.
SANDY. Give me back my name.
Fatima cites the Restoration spell
FATIMA. Va esch dibi jibbe de est gi o a rei dei ia ma li
FATIMA. Vufas!! Va esch!!
The only light now comes from the glow of the candles. Sandys head
lays flat on the table.
TO BE CONTINUED...
(c) 1998 Christopher Angelo
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