screenplay here - Raindance Film Festival

Behind her, the two MOVING MEN bring in a matching blue leather
armchair. In the armchair sits LYDIA DEETZ.
LYDIA is the nec plus ultra of whatever is fashionable in
sixteen-year-old SoHo girls -- this week that makes her a DEATH
ROCKER. She's has on a black tunic emblazoned with alternating
rows of skulls and crucifixes. She's also wearing a hand grenade
baldolier and a necklace of human finger bones. Also around her
neck are a couple of very expensive cameras.
LYDIA is already taking photographs, not of the new house, but of
the moving men. LYDIA is cool, LYDIA is sullen, LYDIA is her
father's daughter by his first marriage.
The MOVING MEN still hold up the chair, waiting for DELIA to
decide where she wants it. LYDIA calmly surveys the house with a
cold eye.
LYDIA
We gave up sixty-five hundred
square feet of prime loft
space on Prince Street for
this?
DELIA
Shut up, Lydia. You're too
young to comprehend fluctuations
in the real estate market on a
nationwide or even regionwide
scale. This place was a
fucking steal.
DELIA signals wearily that the MOVING MEN can put the chair down
anywhere.
DELIA (cont)
Your first job is to get all
this other crap out of here.
LYDIA hops down out of the chair, and comes farther into the
living room.
LYDIA
Jesus. Who lived here? Norman
Rockwell?
DELIA
Where is Charles?
LYDIA
Checking out the kitchen.
That's the cue for CHARLES DEETZ, who comes in through the
swinging door, and across the dining room. He's holding a
butcher knife in one hand, and a massive meat cleaver in the
other.
CHARLES is not exactly the equivalent of his wife, being at heart
a basically pleasant man. But pleasant isn't in this year, and
CHARLES does his best to be off-handed and brittle.
CHARLES
Only things in the whole damn
kitchen worth saving. You
wouldn't believe the kind of
junk those people ate. I found
bottled Thousand Island in the
refrigerator. Hungry Man
Dinners in the freezer. A
whole case of Spam in the
pantry. They probably died
of gastronomic boredom.
At the front door, the fourth member of the DEETZ family climbs
over the moving ramp. This is CATHY DEETZ, nine years old. She
is dressed totally SoHo, but there's something off about the
outfit -- as if she's not quite comfortable with the look. She
gazes around the living room with obvious pleasure.
CATHY
A real house. It's totally
great. I can't believe it.
CHARLES
You really like this place,
don't you, honey?
CATHY
You bet.