Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014
HEATHER'S FURY (2)
No Room For Tomorrow
(Next Morning)
Heather driving into school, enters parking lot where close friends have already gathered.
As she gets out of car she is instantly greeted.
Marcia Cody (Heather's Best Friend)
"Hey, what's up girl...how's the job hunt going?"
Heather
"Going to try the on-line stuff, see if I can get lucky with the internet, maybe personal cover letters, try the Craig's List...anything but cold calling..."
Marcia
"You could always just stick your leg out...on a picture of course...always get great response when I show 'em a little something!"
Marcia
"You could always just stick your leg out...on a picture of course...always get great response when I show 'em a little something!"
Ted (Best guy friend)
"Yea, great response from all the little horned up perverts, don't listen to her listen, you shouldn't have any problems...just make sure your straight up with them, don't be anything that your not!"
Jamie (Infatuated football player)
"Yea, if you need anyone to give you a reference...I mean a good reference, let me know!"
Heather
"Thanks Jamie...with all this help, now all I need is a miracle?"
Jamie
"Oh, I'd Love to be your miracle...just ask!"
Ted turning head to Heather
"Guy gives me the creeps..."
Heather
"Whatever, hope it's a good day for everyone...hey, who's gonna do the prep rally today...seems like only half the squad has been showing up...we're suppose to be dressing out today!"
Marcia
"More eyes on us girl...think we have too many anyway...don't want to overwhelm the poor guys with a massive sea of bodies anyway..."
Heather
Hey guys, wait till we show you our new stuff (whispering to Heather), they get all excited, their blood goes somewhere else...I think, and they start acting goofy and passing out!"
Ted
"Hey, while I'm here, I want to get some pictures for the paper, those new outfits are hot stuff man!"
Heather
"That's what this is all about boys...we wear them for you...I'm sure you all appreciate amazing displays of perfection, hmm?"
Jamie
"How about a little affection to go along with that...I'm game if you are?"
Heather
"Thanks Jamie, if I need the Troll committee I'll be thinking of you!"
Jamie
"I don't think I know what a Troll is but, I can be one if it makes you happy?"
Heather
"And a happy little Troll you would make too!"
(Everybody Laughing)
Marcia
"Heather I came up with a new one tonight, it even has a girl on the human tower falling away to the catchers in the back!"
Heather
"Wonder what wondrous little minx we could get to perform that top...up there in the nosebleed section?
Marcia
"That's funny you should mention that, we were thinking of voting you in to grow some big ones and show us how to fly...come on Heather...it'll be fun?"
Heather
"I'm presuming wings, not ball's of the ape man..no, no I'm not interested in having all you idiots toss me into the clouds!"
Marcia
"Just kidding...don't worry, we'll find someone who likes to fly!"
Heather
"Why don't you ask Joy...bitch is made of feathers...she's already part bird anyway..."
Home room buzzer goes off, everyone scatters to their assigned rooms.
Marcia
"See you later..."
Heather
"You too!"
(Scene Switch)
Int: Heather's House-9 a.m.
Mister Bob Patrick (ex Father and Husband) has an idea for generating some money and get his financial picture out of default.
He's been drinking heavily earlier that morning, but for him, that's every morning.
Despite his restraining order, he comes into the house unannounced, he enters using key.
Trish Patrick (Mom, ex-wife) is still laying on the couch planning day.
Bob
"Well, good to see the damn key still works!"
Trish startled
"And...what in the hell are you doing back here?"
Bob
"I dunno...I remember you picking out this place, I remember it like it was just the other day, funny how you remember things, like when they happened they didn't seem very important...but now oh heavens, the blade sings the sad song, the final cut, how bewildered it all becomes...has it become sad for you Trish?"
Trish
"What's going to be sad is when I have the Police escort your sorry ass out to the patrol car...is that what you were referring to?"
Bob
"Oh, I remember all the listings...had so many we couldn't find where it started and where it ended...and how did we finally pick this place...do you remember that remarkable moment of carnal selection...do you?"
Trish
"A Love stain on page two, Fall issue, Century 21 brochure...how could I forget?"
Bob
"It seemed to excite you when you realized it was my stain that dropped onto that very page, right?"
Trish
"I wouldn't say excited, more of like "scared out of my mind" when you kept insisting that the drop was Angelic and that it was a spritual calling...the way you kept harping Home...rocks...I just about got up and left, but we were still staying at the Daisy and the maid knocked on the door wanting to know if we needed any towels..."
Bob
"And I believe we did, saved that brochure, did the paperwork, signing all those piles of papers and documents, and the next thing I remember was carrying you through the doorway...I seem to remember that, true?"
Trish
"I seem to remember paying cash for the house from an illegal withdraw from your business partner, and you refiling the back door open cause you couldn't wait for the Realtor to bring over the keys, oh no...you had to drag me in the house and screw every orifice in my body till I was so sore I had to call a Chiropractor over to loosen up a pinched nerve...ah, you remember that now...true?"
Bob laughing
"Yea, I do remember that Chiropractor...she was a cutey, but anyway I have..."
Trish
"You have nothing Bob...because you decided to start drifting out on me with that bottle in one hand and your Honey wrapped around your waist, hanging out with all the losers who live around the motels, just hanging on to that room key...I remember seeing that one on the bathroom floor many times...oh lucky 72, the one way in the back, nice and hidden just like you liked it, and for all I know still do...boy you certainly showed me how simple life can be...had it all figured out...huh?"
Bob
"Yea, I never said I was complicated...I was always able to figure myself out...but that was when you stopped putting out freely...I had to ask, you made me beg Trish, you stopped doing your Wifely duties and taking care of the most important person in your life...the man who bought you this house...what thanks do I get...a stupid Police warning, spat on by creditors, and now Jan has left me?"
Trish
Jan...let me guess...girl of the week, your morning bitch...perhaps you have them on schedules now...you know, your not even good to your mistresses either...it's pretty bad mister when the whores have you black listed...pretty bad , pretty sad...but, what "a r e" you gonna do...huh?"
Bob
"Oh, yea it seems amusing and interesting now, taking your your little pot-shots...sure, go on head...must have been pretty easy to tell the Judge to send me packing, hell of a surprise to me, but heh...who cares about Bob anyway, could have been any number of things that brought this on Trish...infidelity...things happen, I'm a guy...sometimes I'm not always doing the right things, I know this..."
Trish
"Well, one thing for sure...you sure like to babble when you drink, I will give you credit for having the ability to amuse yourself with absolutely no outside assistance...rare quality about you Bob, your a stinking loner, trapped inside a boy...that validates your inability to be responsible...even Heather had you figured out...just couldn't keep your brain where it belongs huh?"
Bob (bobbling his head)
"My brain is fine, everything is working!"
Trish
"I was talking about the other brain...the one you keep in your pants...must be connected cause it seem's to be responsible for all your thinking and everything you end up doing, right?"
Bob
"Well, you seem to have it all figured out, when someone's in, when some one gets put out, where it's been, and where it's going...you almost take all the fun out of being alive...with your coordinated plan of events, everything neatly structured to your expectation...oh screw the rest of us, hanging out with you is about as much fun as celebrating a funeral!"
Trish
"Well, at least we know what died, so we can be remorseful for something...it's easier just knowing the truth anyway...I'm just grateful for the simple pleasures..."
Bob
"And what do you consider the simple pleasures?"
Trish
"Knowing that Heather is okay, being able to finally sleep at night...I figure, your a big boy now...I'm sure you can take of yourself...and by the way...whatever got you testing the key on the door anyway...must have been something pretty important?"
Bob
"Yea, finally got a nice offer on the house, thought you might be interested in swinging a deal?"
Trish
"What do you mean an offer on the house, the house isn't even on the market, and if it was...I never gave permission to do so!"
Bob
"I never listed it in a local market, it's on the international sites..."
Trish
"Oh, isn't the sneaky, heck, don't even bother to ask me how I feel about it, guess my two cents doesn't matter anyways...let me save you some time...the answer is N O...clear enough?
Bob
"Think it out Honey, we could both use the cash?"
Trish
"Don't Honey me you weasle, where are Heather and me suppose to live...don't think you can just run in here and railroad me with one of your pie in the sky fantasies, it's just not going to happen Mister!"
Bob
"Well, I hope you change your mind soon, cause the buyer is planning to start moving in on Monday..."
Trish
"Oh, isn't that special...it's not a deal of choice...it's a done deal...glad you took a moment to check in with the news...how nice of you...you are the man!"
Bob
"Well, the deal works out to about 200 grand a piece...you can do a lot with that kind of money!"
Trish
"Look, I don't want this, I won't allow this, and all in all, your way out of line mister!"
Bob
"Well the talk is through...your probably right with not asking first...but I wouldn't of listened to you then as I'm not now...plan on packing up, cause this deal is done...anyway as the ink dries, make your plans cause..."
Trish suddenly jumps up, grabs Bob and they start struggling.
They both fall to floor and Bob reaches out to break his fall, but he accidentally pushes back Trish's head, breaking her neck as the hit the floor.
He stops wrestling with her as he realizes that she is suddenly lifeless, and failing to respond.
Bob
"Trish Honey, come on...what's wrong...come on wake up please!"
Finally he feels her arm, seeing that there's not a pulse, he panics, and exits the house, leaving the door ajar, he jumps in his car and burns rubber leaving the driveway.
(Scene Close)
He's been drinking heavily earlier that morning, but for him, that's every morning.
Despite his restraining order, he comes into the house unannounced, he enters using key.
Trish Patrick (Mom, ex-wife) is still laying on the couch planning day.
Bob
"Well, good to see the damn key still works!"
Trish startled
"And...what in the hell are you doing back here?"
Bob
"I dunno...I remember you picking out this place, I remember it like it was just the other day, funny how you remember things, like when they happened they didn't seem very important...but now oh heavens, the blade sings the sad song, the final cut, how bewildered it all becomes...has it become sad for you Trish?"
Trish
"What's going to be sad is when I have the Police escort your sorry ass out to the patrol car...is that what you were referring to?"
Bob
"Oh, I remember all the listings...had so many we couldn't find where it started and where it ended...and how did we finally pick this place...do you remember that remarkable moment of carnal selection...do you?"
Trish
"A Love stain on page two, Fall issue, Century 21 brochure...how could I forget?"
Bob
"It seemed to excite you when you realized it was my stain that dropped onto that very page, right?"
Trish
"I wouldn't say excited, more of like "scared out of my mind" when you kept insisting that the drop was Angelic and that it was a spritual calling...the way you kept harping Home...rocks...I just about got up and left, but we were still staying at the Daisy and the maid knocked on the door wanting to know if we needed any towels..."
Bob
"And I believe we did, saved that brochure, did the paperwork, signing all those piles of papers and documents, and the next thing I remember was carrying you through the doorway...I seem to remember that, true?"
Trish
"I seem to remember paying cash for the house from an illegal withdraw from your business partner, and you refiling the back door open cause you couldn't wait for the Realtor to bring over the keys, oh no...you had to drag me in the house and screw every orifice in my body till I was so sore I had to call a Chiropractor over to loosen up a pinched nerve...ah, you remember that now...true?"
Bob laughing
"Yea, I do remember that Chiropractor...she was a cutey, but anyway I have..."
Trish
"You have nothing Bob...because you decided to start drifting out on me with that bottle in one hand and your Honey wrapped around your waist, hanging out with all the losers who live around the motels, just hanging on to that room key...I remember seeing that one on the bathroom floor many times...oh lucky 72, the one way in the back, nice and hidden just like you liked it, and for all I know still do...boy you certainly showed me how simple life can be...had it all figured out...huh?"
Bob
"Yea, I never said I was complicated...I was always able to figure myself out...but that was when you stopped putting out freely...I had to ask, you made me beg Trish, you stopped doing your Wifely duties and taking care of the most important person in your life...the man who bought you this house...what thanks do I get...a stupid Police warning, spat on by creditors, and now Jan has left me?"
Trish
Jan...let me guess...girl of the week, your morning bitch...perhaps you have them on schedules now...you know, your not even good to your mistresses either...it's pretty bad mister when the whores have you black listed...pretty bad , pretty sad...but, what "a r e" you gonna do...huh?"
Bob
"Oh, yea it seems amusing and interesting now, taking your your little pot-shots...sure, go on head...must have been pretty easy to tell the Judge to send me packing, hell of a surprise to me, but heh...who cares about Bob anyway, could have been any number of things that brought this on Trish...infidelity...things happen, I'm a guy...sometimes I'm not always doing the right things, I know this..."
Trish
"Well, one thing for sure...you sure like to babble when you drink, I will give you credit for having the ability to amuse yourself with absolutely no outside assistance...rare quality about you Bob, your a stinking loner, trapped inside a boy...that validates your inability to be responsible...even Heather had you figured out...just couldn't keep your brain where it belongs huh?"
Bob (bobbling his head)
"My brain is fine, everything is working!"
Trish
"I was talking about the other brain...the one you keep in your pants...must be connected cause it seem's to be responsible for all your thinking and everything you end up doing, right?"
Bob
"Well, you seem to have it all figured out, when someone's in, when some one gets put out, where it's been, and where it's going...you almost take all the fun out of being alive...with your coordinated plan of events, everything neatly structured to your expectation...oh screw the rest of us, hanging out with you is about as much fun as celebrating a funeral!"
Trish
"Well, at least we know what died, so we can be remorseful for something...it's easier just knowing the truth anyway...I'm just grateful for the simple pleasures..."
Bob
"And what do you consider the simple pleasures?"
Trish
"Knowing that Heather is okay, being able to finally sleep at night...I figure, your a big boy now...I'm sure you can take of yourself...and by the way...whatever got you testing the key on the door anyway...must have been something pretty important?"
Bob
"Yea, finally got a nice offer on the house, thought you might be interested in swinging a deal?"
Trish
"What do you mean an offer on the house, the house isn't even on the market, and if it was...I never gave permission to do so!"
Bob
"I never listed it in a local market, it's on the international sites..."
Trish
"Oh, isn't the sneaky, heck, don't even bother to ask me how I feel about it, guess my two cents doesn't matter anyways...let me save you some time...the answer is N O...clear enough?
Bob
"Think it out Honey, we could both use the cash?"
Trish
"Don't Honey me you weasle, where are Heather and me suppose to live...don't think you can just run in here and railroad me with one of your pie in the sky fantasies, it's just not going to happen Mister!"
Bob
"Well, I hope you change your mind soon, cause the buyer is planning to start moving in on Monday..."
Trish
"Oh, isn't that special...it's not a deal of choice...it's a done deal...glad you took a moment to check in with the news...how nice of you...you are the man!"
Bob
"Well, the deal works out to about 200 grand a piece...you can do a lot with that kind of money!"
Trish
"Look, I don't want this, I won't allow this, and all in all, your way out of line mister!"
Bob
"Well the talk is through...your probably right with not asking first...but I wouldn't of listened to you then as I'm not now...plan on packing up, cause this deal is done...anyway as the ink dries, make your plans cause..."
Trish suddenly jumps up, grabs Bob and they start struggling.
They both fall to floor and Bob reaches out to break his fall, but he accidentally pushes back Trish's head, breaking her neck as the hit the floor.
He stops wrestling with her as he realizes that she is suddenly lifeless, and failing to respond.
Bob
"Trish Honey, come on...what's wrong...come on wake up please!"
Finally he feels her arm, seeing that there's not a pulse, he panics, and exits the house, leaving the door ajar, he jumps in his car and burns rubber leaving the driveway.
(Scene Close)
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