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INT. SALE HOUSE - SUN ROOM - LATER
Carolyn enters, alone. She's furious. She locks the sliding glass door and starts to pull the vertical
blinds shut, then stops. Standing very still, with the blinds casting shadows across her face, she starts
to cry: brief, staccato SOBS that seemingly escape against her will. Suddenly she SLAPS herself,
hard.
CAROLYN
Shut up. Stop it. You... Weak!
But the tears continue. She SLAPS herself again.
CAROLYN (cont'd)
Weak. Baby. Shut up. Shut up! Shut up!
She SLAPS herself repeatedly until she stops crying. She stands there, taking deep breaths until she
has everything under control, then pulls the blinds shut, once again all business. She walks out
calmly, leaving us alone in the dark, empty room.
We HEAR CHEERING and APPLAUSE.
INT. HIGH SCHOOL GYMNASIUM - NIGHT
We're at a high-school BASKETBALL GAME. Teenage boys play a fast and furious game. One
team wearing pale blue and white uniforms scores a basket. Perky cheerleaders jump up and down as
the CROWD goes wild.
Seated in the bleachers, next to the high school BAND, is a group of about twenty TEENAGE
GIRLS, dressed in pale blue and white uniforms. Among them, Jane sits next to ANGELA HAYES.
At sixteen, Angela is strikingly beautiful; with perfect even features, blonde hair and a nubile young
body, she's the archetypal American dream girl.
Jane stands and scans the bleachers.
ANGELA
Who are you looking for?
JANE
My parents are coming tonight. They're trying to, you know, take an active interest in me.
ANGELA
Gross. I hate it when my mom does that.
JANE
They're such assholes. Why can't they just have their own lives?
INT. MERCEDES-BENZ ML320 - CONTINUOUS