Return to SimplyScripts.com

This screenplay is copyrighted to its author. All rights reserved. 
This screenplay may not be used or reproduced without the express 
written permission of the author.

-------------------------


                EXT. LEONARD CHRISTIAN'S PORCH - DUSK

                CU LEONARD'S BOOTS

                LEONARD rocks in a rocking chair. We hear his knife
                scrape away at a stick, and see wood shavings collect on
                and around his boots.

                Small yellow text appears onto the bottom of the frame,
                accompanied by a click noise.

                                      ON-SCREEN TEXT
                          Leonard Christian is a cowboy.

                The text clicks away.

                The scraping noise is drowned out slowly by labored
                breathing. LEONARD stops rocking and digs a heel of his
                boot into the porch, pushing himself back in his rocking
                chair.

                More text clicks on.

                                      ON-SCREEN TEXT (CONT'D)
                          He has been diagnosed with Adult Onset
                          (or Type II) Diabetes.

                Text clicks away.

                The scraping stops entirely, and LEONARD coughs heavily,
                wheezing.

                LEONARD's knife falls from the top of the frame and
                lodges itself into the porch, wiggling back and forth.

                LEONARD's breathing intensifies.

                More text.

                                      ON-SCREEN TEXT (CONT'D)
                          Leonard lives alone.

                Clicks away.

                A stream of urine runs down LEONARD's pant leg, pooling
                onto the deck.

                LEONARD grunts as if trying to communicate, hacking in
                between. He scrapes his feet on the porch and his arm
                falls into the frame, still holding a partially whittled
                stick.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TRAN'S CAR - AFTERNOON

                TRAN PHAM (Early 30s, Vietnamese-American) turns her
                steering wheel and watches the road. She clicks her
                turning signal on.

                Small yellow text clicks onto the bottom of the frame.

                                      ON-SCREEN TEXT 
                          Tran Pham is a real estate agent.

                The text clicks away.

                TRAN pulls over and turns her head towards the sidewalk.
                Unlocking her door, she steps outside and stares forward.

                Thomas SEXTON (young, scruffy) is in the doorway of a
                house, grumbling as he tries to pull a mattress from the
                hallway through the door frame onto the front lawn. A few
                feet from the sidewalk is a large pile of furnishings; a
                mirror, a desk, several pairs of shoes, and an overturned
                coffee table. Thomas whips his head around suddenly and
                with animalistic intensity to look at TRAN.

                FREEZE FRAME:

                More text clicks on.

                                      ON-SCREEN TEXT (CONT'D)
                          Thomas Sexton is an anti-social manic
                          depressive.

                Text clicks away.

                More text appears by the mattress.

                                      ON-SCREEN TEXT (CONT'D)
                          Tran's mattress.

                More text by the pile.

                                      ON-SCREEN TEXT (CONT'D)
                          Tran's mirror.

                More text by the pile.

                                      ON-SCREEN TEXT (CONT'D)
                          Tran's desk.

                More text by the pile.

                                      ON-SCREEN TEXT (CONT'D)
                          Tran's shoes.

                More text by the pile.

                                      ON-SCREEN TEXT (CONT'D)
                          Tran's coffee table.

                After a short pause, larger text at the top of the screen
                clicks on.

                                      ON-SCREEN TEXT (CONT'D)
                          Tran's house.

                All of the on-screen text clicks away.

                UNFREEZE:

                Thomas unhands the mattress and charges TRAN's car.

                TRAN scrambles back inside, clicking on the power lock as
                Thomas pounds her window.

                                      THOMAS
                          You took everything from me! You whore!
                          You have nothing from now on, nothing!

                Staring forward, TRAN starts her car and pushes the gas,
                leaving Thomas behind on her lawn.

                As she drives, TRAN slowly tips her head to the left,
                eventually leaning it against the window. Grimacing, she
                shifts her weight until her cheek is pressed tight
                against the glass, her eyes completely fused shut,
                driving forward.

                TRAN sniffles.

                Text clicks on-screen.

                                      ON-SCREEN TEXT
                          Tran has a difficult life.

                                      TRAN
                                (softly, under tears)
                          Fuck.

                Text clicks away.

                                                           CUT TO BLACK:

                Large text clicks on, center frame.

                                      ON-SCREEN TEXT 
                          Cowboy Seeks Townhouse.

                Text clicks away.

                                                                FADE IN:



                INT. MARY'S OFFICE - DAY

                MARY TAMBER (pretty, businesslike) is a young and
                successful psychiatrist. Scribbling on her note pad, she
                is currently in a session with THOMAS SEXTON. THOMAS is
                curled up on MARY's couch, facing her and smiling
                comfortably and content.

                MARY stops scribbling, and furrows her brow as she looks
                to Thomas, who continues to gaze.

                Text clicks on-screen.

                                      ON-SCREEN TEXT
                          Monday.

                Text clicks away.

                                      MARY
                          Anything on your mind, Thomas?

                                      THOMAS
                                (as if surprised)
                          Hmm? No.

                                      MARY
                          Alright. How has this week gone for you?

                                      THOMAS
                          This week? Well! Uh, as a matter of fact,
                          really good. I've just been thinking
                          about what you said- about taking control-
                          and, and I got to say, work's better,
                          I've been exercising, and I've felt...
                          just, fantastic.

                                      MARY
                          That's good, Thomas.

                                      THOMAS
                          Yeah.

                                      MARY
                          Because I know last week there had been
                          sort of an incident for you.

                                      THOMAS
                          Oh, that, that was... You know, and now
                          I've talked to Fred, we've talked about
                          it, and everything is- that's not even an
                          issue anymore. It's a non-issue. It was
                          stupid, and- and insignificant, and I
                          came here feeling really hot about
                          completely stupid things, and then- and
                          then you probably got to hear the worst
                          of it. Just blowing off steam, you know?
                          Being a big jerk.
                                (laughs)
                          You know?

                                      MARY
                          Mm-hmm.

                MARY continues scribbling.

                                      THOMAS
                          Ah, but this week, yeah. It's just been
                          great.

                                      MARY
                          Alright. How about- 
                                (MARY stops scribbling)
                          Have there been any more... voices?

                                      THOMAS
                          What?
                                (chuckles)
                          No! No, no of course not!

                MARY resumes scribbling.

                                      THOMAS (CONT'D)
                          Definitely not, no. What are you- there
                          aren't any... Mary- Mary: I'm fine.

                MARY continues scribbling.

                                      THOMAS (CONT'D)
                          Listen, I'm being completely serious, I
                          really, honestly feel like- like- ah, I
                          dunno. Sated. I just- everything is
                          finally making sense again.

                MARY finishes scribbling.

                                      THOMAS (CONT'D)
                          Honestly.

                                      MARY
                          Well, Thomas, if you've making progress,
                          then I can't tell you how happy I am for
                          you.

                                      THOMAS
                          Good! I'm glad, because I'm happy.

                                      MARY
                          But I don't think you are... making
                          progress.

                Beat.

                                      THOMAS
                                (clears his throat)
                          Well. Alright. That's... your opinion, I
                          guess. Can I ask- 

                                      MARY
                          Last week I saw you become very, very
                          distressed.

                                      THOMAS
                          I know, no, I- see? I know that. And I'm
                          really so embarrassed you had to see
                          that, Mary, because it probably gave you
                          a completely- you know- a bad- wrong
                          impression of what's going on up there in
                          the old- ah- headroom.
                                (chuckles)
                          But, honestly, it's as simple as you just
                          caught me on an extremely tough day, the
                          events of which have already become
                          completely ancient history.

                                      MARY
                          Thomas, I feel you're trying very hard to
                          impress me.

                                      THOMAS
                          I- Impress you?
                                (laughs)
                          What? Well, that's pretty ridiculous,
                          Mary. I mean, at these rates, I hope you
                          can do a little better than that.
                                (continues laughing)
                          Ah, I'm just teasing, though.

                                      MARY
                          And I suspect that over the last couple
                          of months you've begun to see our
                          relationship in a very inappropriate way.

                Beat.

                                      THOMAS
                          Our... Are you- No, no, it's not like
                          that at all!

                                      MARY
                          It's called transference, Thomas. It's
                          extremely common. All that happened is
                          you became very thankful for the help
                          I've given you, and you just got a little
                          bit confused; misinterpreted your
                          feelings, that's all. And I'm not angry
                          at you, Thomas, and nobody's judging you. 

                Beat.

                                      MARY (CONT'D)
                          But, until you start to look at yourself
                          as my patient again, there's absolutely
                          nothing I can say to you that'll be of
                          any help.

                                      THOMAS
                          Can I just say that I really think you're
                          off base about all this?

                                      MARY
                          So I'm going to ask that you just
                          meditated on this over the next week, try
                          and collect your thoughts, try to keep
                          positive, and we'll have a nice, friendly
                          discussion about all this on Tuesday.
                          Alright?

                                      THOMAS
                                (laughs nervously,
                                 frustrated)
                          I- God.

                Beat.

                                      THOMAS (CONT'D)
                          Yeah... Yeah.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. STREET - MORNING

                THOMAS crosses the street, walking towards a large office
                building.

                Text clicks on-screen.

                                      ON-SCREEN TEXT
                          Tuesday.

                He veers to the side and stops in front of a STREET
                VENDOR.

                No audible dialogue as THOMAS pays for a newspaper and
                thumbs through it, continuing towards the building.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. OFFICE - LATER

                THOMAS staples a document together, holding it in his
                left hand and tracing his right index finger along a wall
                of three ring binders, until he eventually lands on one
                marked "Uv - We."

                THOMAS pulls the binder out of the wall and opens it up
                to the center, carefully undoing the rings and sliding
                the newly stapled document inside.

                He exits the office.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. CUBICLE HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER

                THOMAS slaloms through a sea of cubicles, eventually
                arriving at his own. Picking up his coffee mug, he eyes a
                ring of liquid left behind on his desk.

                THOMAS sighs deeply, getting up.

                Looking around his personal effects, THOMAS snatches a
                coaster from a shelf and sets the mug down on it, wiping
                the coffee ring away with the sleeve of his jacket.

                Grabbing a handful of documents from his "IN" box, THOMAS
                again leaves his cubicle, walking through the hallway.

                Passing by the door of a large office with a placard
                reading "DALBY ORELLANO," he stops, lingering in front of
                the door for a moment, looking around before subtly
                leaning his ear against the wood.

                We hear muffled male voices.

                THOMAS furrows his brow, and eventually lets out a sharp,
                breathy scoff.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. DINER - AFTERNOON

                THOMAS eats a Danish, thumbing through another newspaper.

                Text clicks on.

                                      ON-SCREEN TEXT
                          Wednesday.

                Text clicks away.

                Looking up towards the door, he notices two MEN entering
                in laughter and camaraderie. Inhaling, he rises from his
                table, wiping his hands on his pants and darting off to
                the men's room.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. MEN'S ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

                THOMAS has locked himself into a stall, which he stands
                in, leaning on his arm against the door.

                After a bit of heavy breathing, he begins to pull yards
                of toilet paper out of the roller, bunching it up around
                his hands.

                With much fervor, THOMAS rips the length of paper into
                individual squares, muttering under his breath.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT

                THOMAS sits in his car, lights off, tapping his thumbs on
                his steering wheel.

                Text clicks on.

                                      ON-SCREEN TEXT
                          Thursday.

                Text clicks away.

                After a bit, he cranks his window down, leaning his arm
                out the side of his car before shifting uncomfortably,
                pulling his arm back inside and rolling his window up
                again.

                The sound of a car engine snaps THOMAS into a rush,
                frantically positioning his rear view mirror which he
                stares into intently.

                                      THOMAS
                                (voice crackling)
                          Aha!

                After staring into the mirror for a few more seconds, he
                slams his hands down on the dashboard, rolling forward
                with his eyes shut and laughing with a mixture of relief
                and disbelief.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. CUBICLE HALLWAY - AFTERNOON

                THOMAS is in his cubicle, clicking out of his computer
                and folding up a binder on his desk.

                Text clicks on.

                                      ON-SCREEN TEXT
                          Friday.

                Text clicks away.

                With everything in its place, he exits his cubicle.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. MEN'S ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

                THOMAS checks himself over in the mirror, matting his
                hair down and straightening his tie. With his finger, he
                smudges something off one of his front teeth. Looking
                himself up and down, he nods and gives his knuckles a
                crack.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. CUBICLE HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER

                In front of DALBY ORELLANO's office, THOMAS rolls back
                and forth on the balls of his feet for a moment, staring
                at the floor, before tapping on the door.

                                      DALBY
                                (through the door)
                          Just a second!

                THOMAS continues to rock.

                                      DALBY (CONT'D)
                          Come in.

                THOMAS opens the door and enters.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. DALBY'S OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER

                DALBY ORELLANO (heavyset, early 50s), one of the two men
                from the diner on Wednesday, sits at his desk.

                                      DALBY
                          Ah, Thomas. What can I do you for?

                THOMAS laughs through his nose.

                                      THOMAS
                                (eerily coy)
                          Dalby...

                                      DALBY
                                (arching his eyebrows)
                          Hmm?

                                      THOMAS
                          I know something.

                                      DALBY
                          Uh-huh.

                                      THOMAS
                          Oh yeah. Oh yeah, I do.

                DALBY looks to thomas, arched eyebrows, curious.

                                      THOMAS (CONT'D)
                                (grinning)
                          You...
                                (chuckles, matter of fact)
                          You've been kissing boys.

                                      DALBY
                                (politely smiling)
                          Excuse me?

                                      THOMAS
                                (in a playful singsong)
                          It's with Peter... From finance.

                                      DALBY
                                (laughs)
                          I've- Thomas, what are you talking about?

                                      THOMAS
                                (through the ever-present
                                 grin)
                          Inside of here on Tuesday you and him
                          talked about a vacation together, and
                          then you ate lunch with him on Wednesday,
                          and then last night in the carpark, I saw
                          you kissing and driving home in the same
                          car.

                                      DALBY
                                (sighs)
                          Alright, Thomas. What is this, blackmail?

                THOMAS approaches DALBY's desk, leaning his hands on it.

                                      THOMAS
                                (very slow and deliberately)
                          You... 
                                (exhales slowly)
                          You're not supposed to kiss boys, Dalby.

                                      DALBY
                          Oh, for God's sake, Thomas, what do you
                          want from me?

                                      THOMAS
                          You're supposed to kiss girls, Dalby.

                DALBY stares at THOMAS, exasperated.

                                      DALBY
                          Why are you even-

                Abruptly, THOMAS climbs over DALBY's desk and grabs him
                by the collar, pushing him down, as he shouts:

                                      THOMAS 
                                (through gritted teeth)
                          You're supposed to kiss girls!

                DALBY's head hits the floor, and he closes his eyes,
                groaning. THOMAS shakes DALBY by his shoulders.

                                      THOMAS (CONT'D)
                          Look at me! Look at me, Dalby!

                Grimacing, DALBY opens his eyes.

                                      THOMAS (CONT'D)
                                (grabbing DALBY's hair)
                          You kiss the girls!

                With his free hand, THOMAS punches DALBY twice in the
                jaw.

                                      THOMAS (CONT'D)
                                (still clutching DALBY's
                                 hair)
                          You kiss the girls...

                THOMAS punches DALBY repeatedly in the gut.

                                      THOMAS (CONT'D)
                          And you- 
                                (another fist to the gut)
                          *hit* the boys!

                THOMAS flattens his hand over DALBY's mouth, muffling his
                screams.

                                      THOMAS (CONT'D)
                          Dalby! Dalby! You kiss the girls and you
                          hit the boys!

                THOMAS punches DALBY in the throat.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. SMALLER OFFICE - LATER

                THOMAS sits, quietly gazing at his shoes, on a chair in
                front of a desk, two large SECURITY GUARDS standing at
                the door behind him. A MANAGER sits across from him.

                                      MANAGER
                          Now, new company policy, so Faber and
                          Faber will not be pursuing any charges
                          against you, Thomas. Obviously, ah, Mr.
                          Orellano still- you know- can. Yeah, and
                          I assume he almost certainly will- ah- eh-
                          you know. We-
                                (trails off)
                          Thomas. If you- we can help you get into
                          some kind of therapy. I don't know if
                          that's anything that would-

                THOMAS mumbles gently, head turned down.

                                      MANAGER (CONT'D)
                          What's that, Thomas?

                THOMAS turns his head up to look at the MANAGER, eyes
                watery and smiling.

                                      THOMAS
                                (nodding and content)
                          I'm already in therapy.

                THOMAS bursts into loud, staccato laughter.

                                      THOMAS (CONT'D)
                          I'm already in therapy!

                THOMAS reaches his arms up and begins to stand. The
                SECURITY GUARDS uncross their arms and start to slowly
                approach THOMAS.

                                      THOMAS (CONT'D)
                                (voice breaking, continuing
                                 to laugh)
                          I'm already in therapy! I'm already in
                          it!

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. THOMAS' APARTMENT - AFTERNOON

                THOMAS stares at the television, still in Friday's work
                clothing.

                                      ON-SCREEN TEXT
                          Saturday.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. THOMAS' APARTMENT - AFTERNOON

                THOMAS sits in an identical pose, television blaring,
                whiskers starting to sprout on his cheeks, hair matted
                and messy.

                                      ON-SCREEN TEXT
                          Sunday.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. MARY'S OFFICE - DAY

                THOMAS lays on MARY's couch, curled up and staring at her
                with cloudy, affectionate eyes and a gentle smile.

                MARY taps her pen on her note pad, frowning slightly at
                THOMAS.

                                      MARY
                          So, Thomas, how was your week?

                                      THOMAS
                                (slow and breathy)
                          Fantastic.

                                      MARY
                          Mhm. And have you given any thought to
                          what- 

                                      THOMAS
                                (all smiles)
                          Yes, and I know now that I'm in love with
                          you, so I plan to terminate immediately
                          so we can start spending the rest of our
                          lives together.

                Beat.

                                      MARY
                                (scribbling on her pad)
                          Mhm.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. LEONARD CHRISTIAN'S PORCH - AFTERNOON

                LEONARD CHRISTIAN (early 40s, vest, chaps and boots) is
                keeled over on his porch. He coughs, letting out a small
                cloud of dust.

                                      LEONARD (V.O.)
                          Dad, the problem I've had all my life is
                          that I just can't trust doctors.

                                      HARLAN (V.O.)
                          Ginny Perriera's son was a doctor. Good
                          man. Honest man.

                LEONARD opens his eyes, straight into the overbearing
                sun. Gagging slightly, he closes them again and rolls
                onto his side, reopening them in the shade.

                                      LEONARD (V.O.)
                          I just find that trying to keep me alive
                          and trying to take my money to be sorta'
                          like... conflicting interests.

                LEONARD looks down to his hand, the side of which is
                caked with dry blood. His eyes dart to the knife in his
                deck, which is likewise, smeared with dry blood.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                                (hoarsely)
                          Hell.

                LEONARD meekly pushes himself up onto his feet, clutching
                his wounded hand with the other, and stumbling inside.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. LEONARD'S HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER

                LEONARD teeters slowly towards his sink as if drunk.

                                      HARLAN (V.O.)
                          Well, if you don't like 'em, then don't
                          see 'em, I guess.

                                      LEONARD (V.O.)
                          Yeah, Dad. I know.

                LEONARD turns the tap on and leans his head underneath
                the sink, sucking water down his throat before lifting
                his head up to the mirror, his face covered in dirt and
                still dripping with water.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                          Shoot.

                                                           CUT TO BLACK.

                                      LEONARD (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                          But I got my condition, right?

                                      HARLAN (V.O.)
                          Oh, yeah, right. There is that. So that's
                          a problem, I guess?

                LEONARD grabs a towel and begins to mat the dirt and
                sweat off of his face.

                                      LEONARD (V.O.)
                          Well, what I done is, a few years back I
                          found myself a real fine nutritionist.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. BAR - NIGHT

                A slightly younger LEONARD is sitting on some railing
                outside of a city bar, tipping back a bottle of beer.

                His friend, GIL (tubby, sprightly) is standing behind
                LEONARD's right, leaned over the railing with a bottle
                hanging in his hand.

                                      GIL
                          Damn! 
                                (chuckles, drunkenly)
                          Damn, Leonard, how d'you drink like that?

                                      LEONARD
                                (spits)
                          What are you on about?

                                      GIL
                          You put 'em down like a real badass, you
                          know that?

                                      LEONARD
                                (laughs)
                          Gil, keep quiet.

                                      GIL
                          Nah, Leonard! I mean it! I think it's the
                          eyes.

                                      LEONARD
                          Oh, yeah. The eyes, huh?

                                      GIL
                          Yep. Gotta be the eyes.

                                      LEONARD
                          Well, Gil, I gotta hand it to you: You
                          sure know how to sweet talk 'em.

                                      GIL
                                (laughs)
                          Fuck you, Leonard.

                                      LEONARD
                          Your place or mine?

                                      GIL
                                (laughing)
                          Fuck you, fuck you. Another round?

                LEONARD tilts his bottle into the light, eyeing it and
                sighing.

                                      LEONARD
                                (belches)
                          Yeah, sounds good.

                                      GIL
                                (coughs, turning around)
                          But seriously, some of these days you
                          gotta teach me how to drink like that.

                GIL wanders back inside, as LEONARD pulls a cigarette
                from his shirt pocket and pops it in his mouth, digging
                through his pants for a moment before producing a
                lighter. He flicks the flint and holds the flame to his
                cigarette.

                                      EDMUND (O.S.)
                          For goodness sake, son- You're pitching a
                          no-hitter tonight.

                PAN TO REVEAL:

                EDMUND COLLARD (late fifties, haggard but sharply
                dressed) is crouched on the ground ten feet to the left
                of LEONARD.

                                      LEONARD
                                (dragging off of his
                                 cigarette)
                          Excuse me?

                                      EDMUND
                          I was in the "U" Diner earlier tonight,
                          and I saw you do away with a cut of beef
                          bigger than my head. Then, you gone
                          through eight bottles in an hour and a
                          half. And I bet that pack's only got,
                          what, two sticks left?

                LEONARD chuckles deeply.

                                      LEONARD
                          What's it to you?

                                      EDMUND
                          Well, you're sprinting for an early
                          grave, I take it?

                                      LEONARD
                                (eyeing him over, confused)
                          Mind your business.

                                      EDMUND
                          Fine, fine. 'Course I'm just trying to
                          help.
                                (Looks away momentarily,
                                 before)
                          But you're really killing yourself, you
                          know that?

                                      LEONARD
                          What's your name, old man?

                                      EDMUND
                          It's- ah- it's Collard. Edmund Collard.

                                      LEONARD
                          You a doctor or something?

                                      EDMUND
                          Uh-huh. That's right.

                Text clicks on-screen.

                                      ON-SCREEN TEXT
                          Edmund Collard is not a doctor.

                                      LEONARD
                          Well,
                                (Leonard drops his cigarette,
                                 stamping it out)
                          Edmund Collard, you went and sermonized
                          the wrong son of a bitch on the worst
                          possible night.

                LEONARD jumps to his feet, throwing his bottle into the
                street, which shatters off screen.

                EDMUND sighs, standing up.

                The two men, walk up to each other, chests out. LEONARD
                has EDMUND by a few inches.

                                      EDMUND
                          Alright, cowboy- this your game?

                                      LEONARD
                          Oh yeah, doctor. This is my game.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. STREET - MOMENTS LATER

                LEONARD and EDMUND wrestle into the street, trading
                punches.

                LEONARD whips around EDMUNDS back, holding him into a
                headlock.

                                      LEONARD
                          Come on, you pieceashit! Let's hear
                          s'more! How long would you say I got,
                          huh? Ten years? Five? Huh? Huh?!

                EDMUND gags.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                          But, shit, I dunno- Maybe you can get me
                          on a regimen! Diet, exercise, Technicolor
                          cocktail of pharmaceuticals, huh?

                EDMUND elbows LEONARD in the gut, sending him back,
                doubled over.

                EDMUND spins and sends out a fist, which catches LEONARD
                in the head, sending him to the ground. Standing over
                him, EDMUND kicks LEONARD in the gut. LEONARD moans.

                                      EDMUND
                                (much slower, calmer than
                                 LEONARD)
                          Mhm. Well, you've got a real sharp mouth
                          on you, don't you, pretty boy?

                EDMUND kicks LEONARD again.

                                      EDMUND (CONT'D)
                          Oh, but that's right- This is your game,
                          isn't it? You're the star, yeah? You call
                          the shots, huh?

                EDMUND kicks LEONARD, who hacks. 

                                      EDMUND (CONT'D)
                          But guess what; I can keep this up all
                          night, cowboy.

                EDMUND kicks LEONARD.

                                      EDMUND (CONT'D)
                          Or are- 
                                (grunts)
                          - you done playing?

                EDMUND kicks LEONARD.

                                      EDMUND (CONT'D)
                                (suddenly in a shout)
                          Well, come on, boy! I ain't fixing to
                          just quit on my own accord, so let's hear
                          it! 
                                (spelling it out)
                          Have you had enough?

                LEONARD moans.

                                      EDMUND (CONT'D)
                          Huh?

                                      LEONARD
                                (meekly, under his breath)
                          Uncle...

                                      EDMUND
                          What's that?

                                      LEONARD
                                (shouting)
                          Uncle!

                                      EDMUND
                                (laughs, leaning into a
                                 stretch)
                          Alright. Alright.

                LEONARD rolls onto his back, clutching his gut and
                breathing heavily.

                                      EDMUND (CONT'D)
                          And what was that line? The wrong son of
                          a bitch on the worst possible night?
                                (laughs)
                          That was good.

                LEONARD rests for a moment, before lunging out at EDMUNDS
                leg and sinking his teeth into his ankle. EDMUND screams.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. BAR - LATER

                EDMUND and LEONARD sit across from one another at a
                table, EDMUND holding a glass of beer up against his eye,
                his busted lip sticking out underneath, and LEONARD
                leaning back in his chair with a blood soaked napkin
                covering his face. The jukebox blares. After some time:

                                      LEONARD
                          They don't play good music in this bar.

                                      EDMUND
                          Well... I wouldn't say they play good
                          music in any bar.

                BOTH take a swig from their glasses. From the motion,
                LEONARD stifles a groan.

                                      LEONARD
                          Boy, doctor. You know how to throw a
                          punch.

                                      EDMUND
                                (weakly chuckles)
                          Yeah. Thanks, uh- 

                                      LEONARD
                          My name's Leonard Christian.

                                      EDMUND
                          Leonard Christian? Well, that's a good
                          name.

                                      LEONARD
                          Came from my granddad.

                                      EDMUND
                          Mine, too. Though I can't say I done well
                          with Edmund.

                                      LEONARD 
                          Yeah, Edmund, uh- 
                                (clears his throat)
                          You said you was a doctor?

                                      EDMUND
                          I did, but- uh- I lied. Well, no- I mean,
                          I'm like a doctor, just except it's- 

                                      LEONARD
                          What, are you a nurse or something?

                                      EDMUND
                          No! No, no. I'm, uh... I'm a
                          nutritionist.

                After a pause, LEONARD begins to laugh uncontrollably,
                threatening to fall over in his chair.

                                      EDMUND (CONT'D)
                          That's right, that's right, whoop it up,
                          cowboy.

                LEONARD peels the napkin off of his face, leaning forward
                with two puffy eyes and a crooked nose, laughing.

                                      LEONARD
                                (voice crackling)
                          I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
                                (sighs, laughter trailing)
                          No- 
                                (one last chuckle)
                          - that's not bad.

                                      EDMUND
                          Gee, thanks.

                                      LEONARD
                          Honestly, Edmund, it's better that you're
                          a nutritionist. You know? 'Cause I hate
                          doctors.

                                      EDMUND
                          Alright, yeah, yeah.

                                      LEONARD
                          Well, I do.
                                (shifts his weight)
                          But, listen- I, uh... I had to get a few
                          tests done about a month and a half ago,
                          and they- I guess- found some stuff
                          that's- you know- really got me all
                          worked up.

                                      EDMUND
                          Yeah?

                                      LEONARD
                          Yeah. And, look I was just gonna ignore
                          it, but if it's not too big a deal, you
                          think I could make, like, a- an, uh- 

                                      EDMUND
                          An appointment?

                                      LEONARD
                          Yeah, that's right, an appointment to
                          come in sometime and- well, I dunno- talk
                          it over or something?

                EDMUND stares at LEONARD for a moment before himself
                succumbing to laughter.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                          What? No, come on, what?

                                      EDMUND
                                (hysterical, unable to
                                 communicate)
                          We - you just - ah!

                                      LEONARD
                          Alright, alright, alright- come on.

                                      EDMUND 
                                (subsides)
                          Oh, man. No, I- hoo.

                                      LEONARD
                          Okay. Okay.

                                      EDMUND
                          Well, of course I will, Leonard!

                                      LEONARD 
                          Yeah?

                                      EDMUND
                          Yeah, sure!

                                      LEONARD
                          Well- okay! Damn, thanks Edmund!

                LEONARD raises his glass, which EDMUND matches in cheers.

                                                           CUT TO BLACK.

                                      HARLAN (V.O.)
                          That's good, son. See? You figure these
                          things out. I'm glad for you.

                                      LEONARD (V.O.)
                          Yeah, well. Thing is, though, now I got
                          me, like, a new problem.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. LEONARD'S LIVING ROOM - AFTERNOON

                Back in the present, a slightly cleaned up but still
                wrecked looking LEONARD wedges his phone in between his
                ear and shoulder, dialing a number from a piece of paper.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. EDMUND'S HOUSE - SAME TIME

                EDMUND's phone rings three times.

                                      EDMUND (O.S.)
                          Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I hear you.

                EDMUND, dressed for golf, enters to pick up his receiver.

                                      EDMUND (CONT'D)
                                (slightly out of breath)
                          Hh- Edmund Collard speaking.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. LEONARD'S LIVING ROOM - SAME TIME

                                      LEONARD
                          Hi, Edmund.

                                      EDMUND
                                (on the other end)
                          Leonard? God! Been too long.

                                      LEONARD
                          I know, I know, yeah, real busy.

                                      EDMUND
                                (on the other end)
                          How you keeping, son?

                                      LEONARD
                          Well, Edmund, been better. I- ah- I think
                          I experienced today something akin to...
                          Well, I guess, a diabetic coma.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. EDMUND'S HOUSE - SAME TIME

                EDMUND holds the phone, standing silently, before sitting
                down in a chair and facing the wall.

                                      EDMUND
                                (sighs, rubbing his head)
                          Leonard... Ah, jeez. Come on, man. I
                          mean, what do you want me to do for you?

                                      LEONARD
                                (on the other end)
                          I dunno, anything?

                                      EDMUND
                          Well, I sure as hell ain't making a two
                          thousand mile house call, if that's what
                          you're getting at.

                                      LEONARD
                                (on the other end)
                          No, I don't mean like that-

                                      EDMUND
                          Shit, Leonard... You know you've got to
                          do something. I mean, I'm not getting
                          into specifics over the phone, but this
                          sounds like it's gonna get pretty serious
                          and real quick, too.

                                      LEONARD
                                (on the other end)
                          Yeah. I know.

                                      EDMUND
                          Look, it's twenty minutes to Galveston,
                          and I can assure you, they got some real
                          good doctors there.

                LEONARD yells unintelligibly over the other end.

                                      EDMUND (CONT'D)
                                (yelling back)
                          Wait a minute, wait a minute- Stop acting
                          like a child and take some fucking
                          responsibility for your situation!

                                      LEONARD
                                (on the other end)
                          I know. I know.

                                      EDMUND
                                (calmed down)
                          Damn it, Leonard, you know I understand
                          how you feel, but if you don't get on
                          this *now*, you're gonna die.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. LEONARD'S LIVING ROOM - SAME TIME

                LEONARD sighs.

                                      LEONARD
                          Alright, but I can't do it, Edmund. I
                          just can't do it.

                Beat.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                          Boy, I sure wish you hadn't have moved.

                                      EDMUND
                                (on the other end)
                          That's not fair, Leonard.

                                      LEONARD
                          Nah, I mean- I know you got your practice
                          down there now and you're doin' real well
                          and I'm real happy for you and
                          everything. I just- 
                                (exhales)
                          Hoo, the way things work out sometimes,
                          you know?

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. EDMUND'S HOUSE - SAME TIME

                                      EDMUND
                          Yeah, I know, Leonard. I know.

                Beat.

                                      EDMUND (CONT'D)
                          Look, don't do anything stupid like
                          upping your dose a bunch. Eat lots of
                          grain, drink as much water as you can
                          hold, and sleep next to the toilet. 
                                (reaching into a drawer)
                          Now, I know you'll hate this, but I'm
                          gonna give you an address, and first
                          thing tomorrow morning, you've got to
                          give it a try.

                LEONARD sighs over the other end.

                                      EDMUND (CONT'D)
                          At least for me, right cowboy?

                                                           CUT TO BLACK.

                                      HARLAN (V.O.)
                          Yeah, son. That is a problem.

                                      LEONARD (V.O.)
                          Well... Yeah.



                INT. WAITING ROOM - NEXT MORNING

                A blonde RECEPTIONIST speaks on the telephone with a
                headset, typing at her computer throughout.

                LEONARD sits in a chair across the room, visibly
                impatient.

                                      RECEPTIONIST
                          No, Thursday isn't going to work. Not at
                          any time before three. After five? I
                          thought you said- oh, alright. Actually,
                          I think there might be a... Hang on a
                          minute... No, not after five, either.
                          There's still an opening for Wednesday at
                          four if you're- What's that? No. Okay.
                          Oh, well, we're closed on the weekends.
                          Yes, that includes Saturday.

                LEONARD stands and leans against the wall, irritated.

                                      RECEPTIONIST (CONT'D)
                          You mean the following Tuesday?
                          Actually... Well, I'll have to check,
                          hang on. Alright, I see that we can get
                          you in at ten o'clock. Ten. AM, yes. Oh,
                          that's alright. No, of course not. The
                          next- Actually, I'm sorry, Wednesday is
                          basically booked. If you want to come in
                          the following Thursday, not the twenty
                          first but the twenty-eighth-

                LEONARD pulls a cigarette out of a pack in his pocket and
                begins to light it.

                                      RECEPTIONIST (CONT'D)
                          Just a moment. Sir?
                                (holds out her hand to
                                 LEONARD)
                          Sir.

                LEONARD pauses to look at the RECEPTIONIST.

                                      RECEPTIONIST (CONT'D)
                          You can't- There's no smoking in here.

                LEONARD eventually reacts by plucking the cigarette from
                his mouth and putting it back in the breast pocket of his
                vest.

                                      RECEPTIONIST (CONT'D)
                          Sorry about that. But the Thursday after,
                          the twenty eighth, we would have... let
                          me check... four hours starting at noon,
                          and two hours- 

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE - LATER

                LEONARD exits the building and sidles over to a pay
                phone, which he pumps a handful of quarters into,
                dialing.

                                      LEONARD
                                (after a moment, shouting
                                 over the traffic and wind)
                          Okay, I couldn't do it! What? It's
                          Leonard! Yeah, I know- you're right!
                          And I'm sorry! But anyway, I'm really
                          really scared about all of this, so I'm
                          thinking I'm just gonna go ahead and load
                          up all my junk on a train and move down
                          to Cimarron! You know, so's that I can
                          keep on seeing you from there!

                Beat.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                                (laughs)
                          Yeah, I am serious! Uh-huh, that's right!
                          I'll, uh... Well, I'll drop by- I dunno-
                          Tuesday, I guess!

                LEONARD laughs.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                          Yeah. Okay, Edmund! Ah- you have yourself
                          a good day!

                                                           CUT TO BLACK.

                                      LEONARD (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                          So don't be mad or nothing, Dad, but it's
                          looking like that's how it's gonna have
                          to be.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. LEONARD'S BACKYARD - NIGHT

                LEONARD sits in front of a large, round gravestone, legs
                outstretched. HARLAN CHRISTIAN (built like LEONARD, grey,
                dusty) sits on top of the gravestone, hunched over.

                                      HARLAN
                          Nah, Leonard. I ain't mad.

                LEONARD nods.

                                      LEONARD
                                (exhales)
                          Hoo, the way things turn out sometimes,
                          you know?

                                      HARLAN
                          Yeah, I know, son. 
                                (clapping his hands together)
                          So, what're you gonna do with the house?

                                      LEONARD
                          Well, I ain't sure. I hadn't even thought
                          about it. I mean, what do you think, Dad?
                          Should I sell it?

                                      HARLAN
                                (shocked)
                          Sell it? Leonard, what the hell's wrong
                          with you?

                                      LEONARD
                          Well, I don't know, Dad, you asked!

                                      HARLAN
                          What, you need money or something?

                                      LEONARD
                          No, no! Come on, I'm fine. I won't sell
                          it, Jesus. I'm sorry.

                                      HARLAN
                                (sighs)
                          Damn it, Leonard- I just meant, well,
                          have a talk with Larry Masters or
                          somebody and have 'em drop in from time
                          to time. Sell it- Damn place is gonna
                          fall over one of these days!

                                      LEONARD
                          Fine, Dad. Why didn't you just say that
                          in the first place?

                The CHRISTIANS sigh in synchronicity.

                                      HARLAN
                          Well. City life, huh?

                                      LEONARD
                          City life? Dad, you ever been to
                          Cimarron?

                                      HARLAN
                          I know, I know. But, still, it's gonna be
                          different than out here, you know?

                                      LEONARD
                          Well, I know. I'll be alright.

                                      HARLAN
                          Oh yeah, I'm sure you will.

                HARLAN chews his lip for a moment.

                                      HARLAN (CONT'D)
                          But then I reckon that means nobody's
                          gonna come out here and talk to me no
                          more, huh?

                                      LEONARD
                                (scratching his head)
                          Ah, come on, Dad. You're dead.

                                      HARLAN
                          Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am.

                The CHRISTIANS sit in a moment of quiet reflection.

                                      HARLAN (CONT'D)
                          Well, I suppose you got some more packing
                          to do.

                                      LEONARD
                                (getting up)
                          Yeah. Suppose I do.

                                      HARLAN
                          Then I don't wanna keep you none.

                                      LEONARD
                          I'll talk to Larry about the house like
                          you said.

                                      HARLAN
                          Appreciate it. And- ah, I appreciate you
                          coming out here and talking to me about
                          this.

                LEONARD pats his father on the shoulder and starts to
                walk towards the house.

                                      HARLAN (CONT'D)
                          Don't be a stranger, son.
                                (calling after him)
                          Oh, and see if you don't have any luck
                          finding yourself a wife down in Cimarron!
                          I'd sure like to meet myself a New
                          Mexican one of these days!

                                      LEONARDM (O.S.)
                                (laughing)
                          Will do, Dad.

                HARLAN chuckles for a bit, before slapping his thighs and
                hunching forward, looking from side to side as if waiting
                for something.

                                                                FADE TO:



                INT. VICTORIAN KITCHEN - MORNING

                TRAN PHAM's hand reaches high up onto a shelf, wiping off
                a thick coat of dust with a white rag.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. VICTORIAN BATHROOM - MOMENTS LATER

                TRAN PHAM's hand clutches a bottle of industrial strength
                cleaner in one hand and a sponge in the other, tackling a
                rusty stain in a sink.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. VICTORIAN LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

                TRAN PHAM's hand plugs a cord into a wall socket,
                immediately blowing the power and switching out the
                lights.

                TRAN sighs.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. SIDE OF VICTORIAN HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER

                TRAN PHAM's hand opens up a circuit box, running up and
                down an array of switches before hesitating over and
                hitting one, sending sparks all over.

                TRAN shrieks.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. VICTORIAN BACKYARD - MOMENTS LATER

                TRAN PHAM stands a swimming pool with a large,
                telescoping net, fishing out leaves and clutter.

                                      VICTORIAN HOUSE (V.O.)
                                (gentle, male voice)
                          You're awfully quiet today.

                                      TRAN
                          Hmm.

                                      VICTORIAN HOUSE (V.O.)
                          Is something wrong, Tran?

                                      TRAN
                          No. I just don't have anything to say.

                                      VICTORIAN HOUSE (V.O.)
                          Then why not hum? You normally hum.

                TRAN continues to clean the pool.

                                      VICTORIAN HOUSE  (V.O.)
                                      (CONT'D)
                          Are there people coming to see me today,
                          Tran?

                                      TRAN
                                (sighs)
                          Uh- yes. There are.

                                      VICTORIAN HOUSE (V.O.)
                          What kind of people?

                TRAN walks around to the other side of the pool, getting
                on her knees and reaching out to fish out a leaf that's
                wandered dead into the center.

                                      VICTORIAN HOUSE (V.O.)
                                      (CONT'D)
                          When are they arriving?

                TRAN continues to reach.

                                      VICTORIAN HOUSE (V.O.)
                                      (CONT'D) 
                          I'm sorry about my pool being such a
                          mess. Of course, do you think the people
                          are going to mind that one little leaf?

                TRAN grunts, leaning further over the water, before
                slipping and soaking the front of her shirt in the pool.

                                      TRAN
                          Shit!

                TRAN throws the net into the pool and sits back on her
                hands, irritated.

                                      VICTORIAN HOUSE (V.O.)
                          Are you mad at me, Tran?

                                      TRAN
                          No, I'm not mad, but I'm really, really
                          busy right now and I really need to
                          concentrate, so just shut up for a few
                          minutes, okay?

                After a moment, TRAN gets up and tries wiping her shirt
                off before stepping to the pool and reaching out to grab
                the net and try again on the leaf.

                                      VICTORIAN HOUSE (V.O.)
                          You're such a bitch today.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. VICTORIAN HALLWAY - LATER

                TRAN escorts a YOUNG COUPLE (yuppies, attractive) through
                the VICTORIAN HOUSE.

                                      TRAN
                          Okay, the bathroom is a little bit on the
                          cozy side-

                                      GIRLFRIEND
                          Uh-oh...

                                      TRAN
                          - But, it's got something that I
                          absolutely love.

                TRAN opens the door to the bathroom, the COUPLE entering.

                                      BOYFRIEND
                          Oh, wow.

                                      GIRLFRIEND
                                (gasps)
                          Hers and his sinks! Oh, that is too much!

                                      TRAN
                          I know! Don't you love it?

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. VICTORIAN LIVING ROOM - LATER

                The COUPLE sits on the sofa, across from TRAN in her
                chair.

                                      GIRLFRIEND
                          Now, there are some issues. The street's
                          a little bit busy-

                                      BOYFRIEND
                          And the location.

                                      GIRLFRIEND
                          Stan's of course worried about getting to
                          work. But- actually, I don't honestly
                          think that's gonna be too much of a
                          problem.

                                      TRAN
                          No, it shouldn't be. I mean, Stan, coming
                          from the west end of town, you have the
                          Almendarez bridge traffic-

                                      BOYFRIEND
                          Yeah.

                                      TRAN
                          - so even though this is maybe a couple
                          more miles out- I mean, I've got a lot of
                          clients just like you, and you will not-
                          I guarantee you- will not even notice the
                          difference.

                                      BOYFRIEND
                          Yeah, I've been told that. But, I mean,
                          you have to make sure your bases are
                          covered.

                                      GIRLFRIEND
                          Also, the color is an issue for me.

                                      TRAN
                          Oh, yeah?

                                      GIRLFRIEND
                          Yeah. Actually, I think we'd probably
                          have to paint everything.

                                      BOYFRIEND
                          Uh-huh, I was gonna say-

                                      GIRLFRIEND
                          Maybe something sunnier? Oh, and I
                          really, really don't like the hardwood
                          floor in the bedroom-

                                      BOYFRIEND
                          Hmm.

                                      GIRLFRIEND
                          What?

                                      BOYFRIEND
                          No, it's nothing. I just-

                                      GIRLFRIEND
                          Go ahead, speak your mind.

                                      BOYFRIEND
                          Well, honestly? You know, I didn't mind
                          that.

                                      GIRLFRIEND
                          No?

                                      BOYFRIEND
                          No, not really.

                                      GIRLFRIEND
                          Honey? Ick, ick, ick. 

                                      BOYFRIEND
                                (laughs)
                          Of course, I'm not married to it.

                                      TRAN
                                (laughs)
                          Oh, and by the way, all of this is fine.
                          Standard changes, easy changes. No
                          problem whatsoever as far as any of this
                          is concerned.

                                      GIRLFRIEND
                          And, again, with the color. Honestly, I
                          can't even think of what system would
                          work with those walls. You know, I mean
                          as far as carpeting and trim and
                          everything.

                                      TRAN
                          Mm-hm.

                                      GIRLFRIEND
                          So it's a lot of work.

                                      TRAN
                          Mm-hm.

                                      GIRLFRIEND
                          But we love the garden-

                                      VICTORIAN HOUSE (V.O.)
                                (drowning them out)
                          I don't like these people.

                TRAN blinks awkwardly as if slightly thrown.

                                      BOYFRIEND
                          And the pool.

                                      GIRLFRIEND
                          Oh, the pool. And, we love-

                                      VICTORIAN HOUSE (V.O.)
                                (drowning them out)
                          I don't want to be painted. Not by them.
                          Get them out of me.

                                      BOYFRIEND
                                (laughs)
                          I know, definitely.

                                      TRAN
                                (chuckles)
                          Ah, I- I'm sorry, I didn't catch that.

                The GIRLFRIEND begins to speak, but:

                                      VICTORIAN HOUSE (V.O.)
                          Tran, listen to me: These people aren't
                          right. You have to get them out of here,
                          and you have to do it now.

                                      GIRLFRIEND
                          - if that makes any sense.

                                      TRAN
                          Mm-hm. Mm-hm.

                                      GIRLFRIEND
                          So, we're definitely going to keep this
                          one in mind, definitely. But for the next
                          place, if we could try for something-

                                      VICTORIAN HOUSE (V.O.)
                          Tran, please-

                                      TRAN
                                (screaming)
                          Fuck, stop it!

                The COUPLE stares at TRAN.

                                      GIRLFRIEND
                          I'm sorry?

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. VICTORIAN BACKYARD - LATER

                Looking in through the sliding glass door as TRAN walks
                up, trying to pull it open to no avail.
                After a few frustrated tugs, she kicks the glass which
                cracks in a large web pattern towards the bottom. 

                                      VICTORIAN HOUSE
                          How unnecessary.

                After fidgeting for a moment, TRAN undoes the lock, and
                slides the door open, storming outside.

                                      VICTORIAN HOUSE (CONT'D)
                          Why are you doing this?

                TRAN steps in front of the pool and turns around, facing
                the house.

                                      VICTORIAN HOUSE (CONT'D)
                          There will be more people, Tran. You know
                          that.

                TRAN spreads her arms out like wings and falls backwards
                into the pool, completely submerged.

                                      VICTORIAN HOUSE (CONT'D)
                                (after TRAN has stayed
                                 beneath for a while)
                          You're like a child.

                                                                 CUT TO:

                SPLIT SCREEN:



                INT. TRAN'S HOUSE - LATER THAT EVENING

                                                             SPLIT WITH:



                INT. TEN'S HOUSE - SAME TIME

                At camera left, TRAN dries her hair with a free hand,
                holding the receiver to her ear with the other, wandering
                towards her kitchen.

                TEN PHAM (ancient-looking, stern), TRAN's mother, is
                sitting on a chair at frame right, holding her receiver
                gracefully, as if it might be made of crystal.

                                      TRAN (SUBTITLE)
                                (spoken in Vietnamese)
                          That is just a ridiculous question.

                                      TEN (SUBTITLE)
                                (spoken in Vietnamese)
                          No it isn't. No, it's a good question.
                          Everything you've been-

                                      TRAN (SUBTITLE)
                                (spoken in Vietnamese)
                          Whether or not I'm happy doesn't have
                          anything to do with-

                                      TEN (SUBTITLE)
                                (spoken in Vietnamese)
                          Tran! Tran!

                                      TRAN (SUBTITLE)
                                (spoken in Vietnamese)
                          - Never mind the implication, which
                          couldn't be any more obvious, but it
                          doesn't have anything to do with
                          anything!

                TRAN opens up her refrigerator.

                                       TEN (SUBTITLE)
                                (spoken in Vietnamese)
                          Yes it does. It does if you're unhappy.

                                      TRAN (SUBTITLE)
                                (spoken in Vietnamese)
                          Okay, then. Yes, I am happy.

                                      TEN (SUBTITLE)
                                (spoken in Vietnamese)
                          You can't be happy just to get me to
                          leave you alone!

                                      TRAN (SUBTITLE)
                                (spoken in Vietnamese)
                          I can't- Is this whole thing a game for
                          you or something?

                After sifting through her refrigerator, TRAN pulls a
                carrot out of the bottom crisper and takes a bite.

                                      TEN (SUBTITLE)
                                (spoken in Vietnamese)
                          Listen to me, Tran: You are unhappy, and
                          I know why you're unhappy, and you know
                          why, too, so I don't even have to say it.

                                      TRAN (SUBTITLE)
                                (spoken in Vietnamese with
                                 her mouth full)
                          Good. Then let's move on.

                                      TEN (SUBTITLE)
                                (spoken in Vietnamese)
                          You can't agree with me just to get me to
                          leave you alone!

                TRAN spits the bite of carrot into the sink and throws
                the remainder down the garbage disposal.

                                      TRAN
                                (to herself)
                          No, no. I can't afford another pizza.

                                      TEN (SUBTITLE)
                                (spoken in Vietnamese)
                          What was that?

                                      TRAN (SUBTITLE)
                                (spoken in Vietnamese)
                          Nothing, what were we talking about?

                                      TEN (SUBTITLE)
                                (spoken in Vietnamese)
                          Don't curse me in English, because I
                          know!

                                      TRAN (SUBTITLE)
                                (spoken in Vietnamese)
                          How about you stop being such an asshole
                          and maybe I'll try and have a real
                          conversation with you someday?

                TEN freezes as if struck by an arrow through the heart.

                                      TRAN (CONT'D)
                                (to herself)
                          Oh, stupid. Stupid, stupid...
                                (SUBTITLE)
                                (sighs, spoken in Vietnamese)
                          Mom, I didn't mean it.

                                      TEN (SUBTITLE)
                                (spoken in Vietnamese)
                          All I can think is, if a girl speaks in
                          such a way to her own mother, how does
                          she hope to find a man to settle down
                          with?

                TRAN shrieks

                                      TEN (SUBTITLE) (CONT'D)
                                (spoken in Vietnamese)
                          What about Thomas? Thomas was nice.

                                      TRAN (SUBTITLE)
                                (spoken in Vietnamese)
                          Stop calling my house!

                TRAN hangs up her phone.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. TRAIN STATION - AFTERNOON

                Looking deep-eyed on to the city before him, LEONARD
                steps off of a midday train with a bag on each arm.

                Flaring his nostrils, he takes in a deep breath of
                Cimarron air, before doubling over in a fit of hacking.

                In a bit of a panic, he yanks a zipper down on one of his
                packs, pulling out the first shirt he can get his hands
                on and pressing it over his mouth, coughing heartily into
                it and slowing his breath.

                                      LEONARD
                                (in between sighs)
                          Okay... Gotta get used to a... Tighter
                          air.

                                                           CUT TO BLACK.

                We hear a zipper close.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. ART DECO ONE STORY - LATE NIGHT

                Extended quiet interior shots of a vibrantly colored art
                deco house, fully furnished in that late sixties take on
                ultra modern.

                In an explosion of sound and motion, the front door
                swings open, TRAN rushing in from the outside, bundled
                and determined looking.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                                (bubbly but calm younger
                                 female voice)
                          Oh, Tran! I had no idea you were coming!

                                      TRAN
                                (rushing to the kitchen)
                          Hi, yeah- sorry, so much to- such a...

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. ART DECO KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER

                TRAN pauses briefly in the kitchen, scanning the
                cupboards before jerking her head down to the floor,
                watching the linoleum for something.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          What are you here for?

                TRAN's eyes dart up level, pointing towards nothing in
                particular.

                                      TRAN
                                (choosing her words
                                 carefully)
                          Oh, I'm just here because of... the- ah,
                          the trim.

                TRAN gets on her hands and knees, reaching into the
                corner behind the furnishings to feel at the floor-to
                wall trimming, as if to strip it away.

                                      TRAN (CONT'D)
                          It's very thick rubber, it's extremely
                          scuffed up, and it doesn't at all
                          coordinate with the theme of the room.
                                (grunting now)
                          And I have no idea what kind of tools-

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          Tran, that can't be why you're here.

                TRAN fidgets for a few seconds more, before stopping
                entirely.

                                      TRAN
                          No, yeah... Of course you're right, I
                          mean, of course it's not. I was
                          actually... 
                                (edging out of the kitchen)
                          I was rushing over to do a little bit of
                          emergency landscaping.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. ART DECO BACKYARD - MOMENTS LATER

                TRAN breezes into the backyard, where she begins to scoop
                up stepping stones.

                                      TRAN 
                          These stones are, like, really really old
                          world, which is totally confusing the
                          whole ultra, ah, contemporary sort of vib
                          you have going here. I'm not a feng shui
                          kind of girl or anything, you know that,
                          but it's, like, I dunno! A total drag.
                          Just misguided, stupid. Did I put these
                          here? I did, didn't I? Stupid. Stupid.
                          Obvious. Stupid.

                TRAN collects an armful of stones and dumps them by the
                entry way of the house, before returning to collect the
                remainder.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          Tran, come on. That isn't why you're
                          here.

                TRAN freezes, back to the house.

                                      TRAN
                                (softly, as if scolding
                                 herself)
                          No. Ah- no.
                                (instantly)
                          It was the fucking blinds!

                TRAN fires off back inside.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. ART DECO FAMILY ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

                TRAN dashes towards the windows and pulls a pair of
                scissors from her pocket, lining them up with a support
                string for a set of venetian blinds.

                                      TRAN 
                          These windows are so tiny, it's
                          absolutely disgusting. No idea who did
                          this or what they were thinking,
                                (she snips a string, sending
                                 a set of blinds to the
                                 floor)
                          But any sunlight I can possibly squeeze
                          into this family room, that's twenty
                          thousand right there. Easy. Just like
                          that. If I can just get a little bit
                          more...
                                (snips another string,
                                 another blind falls)
                          I'd even knock out a big chunk, right?
                          A huge rectangle, dead in the middle. If
                          I could just be sure-

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          Tran, it's not this.

                TRAN groans sickly, dropping her scissors.

                                      TRAN
                          Why not? Why isn't it this? It could be
                          this.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          No, Tran. It can't.

                                      TRAN
                                (completely exasperated)
                          Yes it can!

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          Tran, there's no way you came here about
                          the blinds.

                                      TRAN
                          Well, why not?

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          Because it's four-thirty in the morning
                          on Tuesday.

                TRAN closes her eyes, breathing and standing.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                                      (CONT'D)
                          What are you here for, Tran?

                TRAN falls on her ass and crosses her legs, head slumped
                over embarrassed.

                                      TRAN
                                (softly)
                          I'm here because I have to talk now or
                          else I'm gonna die.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. ART DECO KITCHEN - LATER

                TRAN runs her finger along the rim of a glass of deep
                Merlot, looking deeply perturbed.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          What do they say you do in the magazines?

                                      TRAN
                          What? In the magazines? Turn to page 53
                          for special mail-in rebate, try this
                          recipe at home, send a letter to the
                          editor.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          No, the smart ones. I think they say
                          you've got to identify the problem.

                                      TRAN
                          Okay, right! No, that's good advice, but
                          that's exactly what the problem is. I
                          can't even *describe* the problem.
                          Everything's a problem, so I know there's
                          a problem, but I can't tell you where the
                          problem ends and I start, or something.
                          Maybe not even that, I don't know.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          Well, isn't part of the problem admitting
                          that you have a problem?

                                      TRAN
                          I think that's only if I'm a crack addict
                          or something.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          And you're not?

                                      TRAN
                          No, definitely not.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          Okay, so we're one step closer!

                TRAN buries her head on the table.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                                      (CONT'D)
                          Just a joke. Look, I'm mostly just
                          repeating things I heard on television
                          and whatever.

                                      TRAN
                                (into her arms, still
                                 sprawled on the table)
                          It's okay. People do that, too.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          Is it one big problem or a lot of little
                          problems?

                                      TRAN
                                (after a pause)
                          A lot of little.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          Well, maybe that really is the problem,
                          then! Maybe you're so overwhelmed by the
                          bunch of little problems that you don't
                          understand the big picture or the big
                          problem, and that's why you're confused!
                          Too many little problems, right?

                TRAN lifts her head up, eyebrow cocked.

                                      TRAN
                          In a very strange way, I think you might
                          be onto something.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          Okay! So, let's try that! Just name a
                          bunch little problems in your life, okay?

                                      TRAN
                                (sighs heavy)
                          No, it passed. You're definitely wrong
                          again.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          Come on, it would be fun!

                                      TRAN
                          What the fuck are you talking about? It
                          wouldn't be fun at all. What, you mean,
                          for you?

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          Yeah! And for you, it'll be cathartic.

                                      TRAN
                          I just- 
                                (groans)

                Beat.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          Well?

                                      TRAN
                          My mom is calling me way too much.

                Beat.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          Oh.

                                      TRAN
                          See? That's stupid! That's not even a
                          problem, and it must not be the problem,
                          because I'm not an idiot and I wouldn't
                          get all worked up about something like
                          that.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          Relax, relax. Just roll with the punches,
                          yeah?

                                      TRAN
                          And, you know... I hate myself that I
                          have to do this.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          Do...?

                                      TRAN
                          Talk to fucking houses? I get sad so I
                          talk to a house?

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          Well, I think that one's alright-

                                      TRAN
                          What, am I just supposed to be poor
                          forever until I'm dead? So I can never
                          afford to go out and eat good food and do
                          regular people things, and see a real
                          therapist? A real human therapist, with a
                          big leather couch and maybe even a
                          moustache?

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          I may not have the best advice, but-

                                      TRAN
                          Ugh, like that! Stop getting so
                          defensive! You don't even exist, it's
                          ridiculous!

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          Well. Where reasonable minds differ.

                                      TRAN
                          And, on another note, you are a big, big
                          fucking problem.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          Excuse me?

                                      TRAN
                          I'm never going to sell you, ever.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                                (gasps)
                          And why's that?!

                                      TRAN
                          Because you're absolutely atrocious. I
                          spend hours at a time on you, chipping
                          away, stripping and destroying and
                          rebuilding, and every time I get a walk
                          in, they just stare at me like, 'Oh, you
                          must be joking.'
                                (letting it sink in)
                          You disgust everybody and you waste my
                          time.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          I always just assumed you were sabotaging
                          the viewings because you didn't want to
                          lose me.

                TRAN frowns at her Merlot, irritated at first, but
                resorts to frustrated laughter, instead.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                                      (CONT'D)
                          But I guess not.

                TRAN's laughter slowly, slowly trails off.

                                      TRAN
                          And... and then Thomas.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          I remember this part, I'm almost sure.
                          Almost sure you mentioned him before.

                                      TRAN
                          I'm afraid of Thomas. I know he's getting
                          worse and worse. He's definitely getting
                          less predictable. I'm- you know, I'm not
                          sure if he even knows what he's doing
                          anymore.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          That he might hurt himself?

                                      TRAN
                          What? No! Hurt me. Hurt me. Hurt himself-
                          Thomas always- he's always hurting
                          himself. Shit, if that bothered me I'd
                          never leave this kitchen.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          But you and he were together for some
                          time?

                                      TRAN
                          Some time, I- yeah. Not very long, no. I
                          just- He was never ever my type, even
                          before all of the... You know, Thomas has
                          a very... 

                TRAN trails off and stares at her glass. Lifting it, she
                pours the contents down her throat in a single gulp. With
                a small belch and a cough, she inhales deeply before
                continuing.

                                      TRAN (CONT'D)
                          Thomas has a very effective way of
                          presenting himself.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. COUNTY COURTHOUSE - AFTERNOON

                THOMAS SEXTON stands at a window, talking to a courthouse
                receptionist.

                                      THOMAS
                          You know, you call this a citizen
                          service, but you people haven't actually
                          covered your end.

                                      COURTHOUSE RECEPTIONIST
                          Sir-

                                      THOMAS
                          Yeah, I know, I know. Duty of the people
                          and everything, but you've got to admit,
                                (leaning in to whisper)
                          It's a pretty shoddily run operation
                          you've got here, isn't it?

                                      COURTHOUSE RECEPTIONIST
                                (sighs)
                          Sir...

                                      THOMAS
                                (lowering his whisper)
                          Well, the waiting? I mean, we don't eat,
                          there's nothing to read. What, we just
                          sit and wait?

                                      COURTHOUSE RECEPTIONIST 
                          We're very busy, here, sir

                                      THOMAS
                          But don't get me wrong, here: I'm not
                          trying to get down on you or call you out
                          or anything. But, you know, I mean- I'd
                          probably sit a lot easier if you'd just
                          admit that you guys are being real
                          terrific assholes from your side of the
                          bargain.

                                      COURTHOUSE RECEPTIONIST 
                          Alright, Mr.-

                                      THOMAS
                          Sexton.

                                      COURTHOUSE RECEPTIONIST
                          Sexton. We of the Renderos County Court
                          system- I, my co-workers, and all of my
                          professional affiliations- are being real
                          terrific assholes from our side of the
                          bargain.

                THOMAS tightens his lips and nods.

                                      THOMAS
                          Alright. 
                                (slaps the counter)
                          Thank you.

                                      COURTHOUSE RECEPTIONIST
                          Thank you, Mr. Sexton.

                THOMAS returns to his seat, arms folded contentedly.

                Next to him sits a bemused, onlooking TRAN PHAM, who
                glances back and forth between the COURTHOUSE
                RECEPTIONIST and THOMAS.

                                      TRAN
                          That was very brassy.

                                      THOMAS
                          Oh, the- uh- 
                                (chuckles)
                          Yeah, thanks.

                                      TRAN
                          I know a lot of people probably try to
                          wiggle their way out of jury duty, but I
                          think you might have actually found an
                          exit just now.

                                      THOMAS
                          Wait, you mean- Oh, I hope not! Ah, come
                          on, I've been looking forward to this all
                          week.

                TRAN laughs at first.

                                      TRAN
                          You're serious?

                                      THOMAS
                          Yeah, man- We're not getting some petty
                          thief or something. Trial by jury. Come
                          on, what if we get, like, a murder, or a
                          rape, or something? No, I just did that
                          because they shouldn't make us wait like
                          this. You know?

                                      TRAN
                                (nodding)
                          You like murder and rape?

                                      THOMAS
                          Well, I mean- everyone's got to admit,
                          it's interesting. From a purely
                          psychological standpoint. You know, as
                          long as it's not happening to you, it's
                          interesting.

                                      TRAN
                          I guess so. Well, if I get picked and you
                          don't, I'll happily trade.

                                      THOMAS
                          I would say yes. I would. But I don't
                          think I look very Chinese.

                They laugh lightly.

                                      THOMAS (CONT'D)
                          Of course, now I feel like a jerk for
                          saying that, because I'm *positive*
                          you're not Chinese.

                                      TRAN
                          Vietnamese.

                                      THOMAS
                          Hey, what's your name? Can I ask?

                                      TRAN
                          Yeah. It's Tran Pham.

                                      THOMAS
                          Tram-

                                      TRAN
                          Tran.

                                      THOMAS
                          Tran Pham.

                                      TRAN
                          Uh-huh.

                                      THOMAS
                          Okay! Yeah, that's very, very pretty.

                                      TRAN
                          I've never thought so.

                                      THOMAS
                          How do you spell that?

                                      TRAN
                          Me? I spell it in Vietnamese.

                THOMAS nods.

                                      TRAN (CONT'D)
                          And that was a joke.

                                      THOMAS
                          Of course! Yeah!
                                (laughs)
                          Sorry, a long day.

                                      TRAN
                          Here, take my card.

                TRAN produces from her purse an attractive, orange
                business card, handing it to Thomas.

                                      TRAN'S CARD
                          Tran Pham
                          Agent
                          Maxi Real Estate

                                      THOMAS
                          Real Estate agent?

                                      TRAN
                          Yeah.

                                      THOMAS
                          If I said I needed one, I'd just be lying
                          because you're pretty.

                                      TRAN
                          Mm-hm. Well, I do alright, as is.

                                      THOMAS
                          Oh, how rude- here, this is mine.

                THOMAS removes his battered wallet and hands her a plain
                white card.

                                      THOMAS' CARD
                          Thomas Sexton
                          Sexton and Holmes

                                      TRAN
                                (intrigued)
                          Oh! Sexton and Holmes? Like on
                          television?

                THOMAS chuckles nervously.

                                      TRAN(CONT'D)
                          Boy, Sexton of Sexton and Holmes.
                          Insurance, right? 
                                (shakes her head)
                          It's impressive. Thomas, how old are you?

                                      THOMAS
                          Ah- Twenty-six. Twenty-six.

                                      TRAN
                          A young entrepreneur. That's sort of the
                          American thing, isn't it?

                                      THOMAS
                          Well, I guess, but it's- 
                                (suddenly harsh)
                          I hate talking about this stuff, Tran.
                          Really.

                                      TRAN
                          Oh. I'm sorry.

                                      THOMAS
                          Why can't we take a clue from the
                          British? See, over there, you can get
                          away with pretty much anything in
                          conversation- everything's fair game. But
                          there are three topics that you cannot
                          breach- *cannot*.

                                      TRAN
                          Okay.

                                      THOMAS
                          It's a well known fact. One of them's
                          religion, one of them's politics, and the
                          other is money.

                                      TRAN
                                (after a pause)
                          Hmm.

                                      THOMAS
                          And I'm all for that. All for it. I'm not
                          religious, I've never been, and if you
                          are, I wouldn't care to know. And then,
                          Politics are just a thing you bring up
                          when you want to sound smart or piss off
                          somebody at a dinner party, right?

                                      TRAN
                          Well-

                                      THOMAS
                          And who cares whether or not I have
                          money? Or whether or not you have money?
                          If I do or don't, whatever. Money is a
                          two second conversation that doesn't ever
                          need to be had. Yes or no: Do you have
                          it? That's it. Beyond that, aren't you
                          just blowing smoke out of your ass?

                                      TRAN
                          It's a philosophy. Definitely a
                          philosophy.

                                      THOMAS
                          Anyway, lemme shut up. What's Vietnam
                          like?

                                      TRAN
                          Well, from what I hear, jungle, rain,
                          swarming with gooks and child suicide
                          bombers, right?

                                      THOMAS
                          I...

                                      TRAN
                          I was born in Philadelphia.

                                      THOMAS
                                (laughs)
                          Right, ah!

                                      TRAN
                          But if I hear anything, I'll let you
                          know.

                THOMAS laughs and nods his head, crossing his arms.

                The two sit comfortably, waiting for somebody's name to
                be called.

                                                           CUT TO BLACK.

                A key turns in its latch.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

                A BELLHOP opens the door and LEONARD enters, setting his
                two bags down on the bed. The BELLHOP follows.

                                      BELLHOP
                          This is room 308, sir- Shower in here,
                          with linens and toiletries provided. You
                          get basic cable with the optional adult
                          entertainment package. We have wireless
                          internet, and if you need anything from
                          the desk, please don't hesitate to call.

                LEONARD pulls open the curtain and looks into the street.

                                      LEONARD
                          ...Okay. And the- and the shitter?

                                      BELLHOP
                                (clears his throat)
                          Facilities in that room, again. With the
                          shower.

                LEONARD saunters over to the bathroom to look inside.

                                      LEONARD
                          Ah, yeah. Alright. Those windows open?

                                      BELLHOP
                          Uh, no. 

                                      LEONARD
                          Mhm. Why not?

                                      BELLHOP
                          Well, with the safety risk and whatnot.

                                      LEONARD
                          Huh. What, do people just fall out of
                          windows around here?

                                      BELLHOP
                          I can ask at the desk, if-

                                      LEONARD
                          No, it's fine.

                They pause and face each other for a moment, the BELLHOP
                crossing his hands in front of his body.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                          Ah, shit- sorry.
                                (digging through his pocket)
                          I guess I ain't even really been inside a
                          hotel since I was up in Canada with my
                          folks. And that was the seventies, I
                          reckon. Dunno, though- seems like the
                          rooms got even smaller since then.

                LEONARD finally hands the BELLHOP several torn, crumpled,
                sweaty bills, which the BELLHOP pockets.

                                      BELLHOP
                          Yes, I'm sure you're right, Mr.
                          Christian. Well, please enjoy your night.
                          And again, don't hesitate to phone the
                          desk for anything you may require.

                LEONARD falls back on his bed.

                                      LEONARD
                          Yeah, alright.

                                      BELLHOP
                          Good evening, sir.

                BELLHOP excuses himself from the room.

                LEONARD stares at the ceiling momentarily before getting
                up and walking to the television, turning it on and off
                several times.

                LEONARD turns to the window and moves towards it, pulling
                hooking his fingers around the curtains for a peak into
                the street.

                The sound of traffic builds.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. EDMUND'S HOUSE - EVENING

                EDMUND in his walkway opens his door to find LEONARD
                leaning against his porch railing and smiling, arms
                crossed.

                                      EDMUND
                          Cowboy!

                                      LEONARD
                          Look how fat you got, Edmund.

                LEONARD and EDMUND hug, patting hard on shoulders.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                          Where the hell's that wife of yours?

                                      EDMUND
                          Oh, never mind, never mind. Cheryl's
                          sister took ill, so she went up to Parma
                          for the week.
                                (laughs)
                          I cannot believe you're in Cimarron!

                                      LEONARD
                          Well, I am!

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. EDMUND'S DINING ROOM - LATER

                EDMUND and LEONARD sit over a pasta dish, finishing off a
                meal.

                                      LEONARD
                          The biggest part for me is all the damn
                          traffic.

                                      EDMUND
                          Yeah, yeah.

                                      LEONARD
                          I mean, I been in traffic before, but
                          never had to live around it like this. If
                          I want a walk in the morning, you gotta
                          stand around in a line and wait for a
                          ding before you can even get across the
                          road.

                                      EDMUND
                          You thinking about getting a car?

                                      LEONARD
                          No, nah. No use for one, I don't think.

                                      EDMUND
                          Well, it's hard, Leonard. You know,
                          living in the city without one. I mean,
                          everything's scattered around-

                                      LEONARD
                          Yeah, but I got the bus for that sort of
                          thing.

                                      EDMUND
                          We'll see how you feel in a year.
                                (Takes a bite)
                          Leonard... You look awful.

                                      LEONARD
                                (sighs)
                          Yeah, I-

                                      EDMUND
                          Bags under the eyes, and doughy,
                          jaundiced- I'm not kidding, Leonard, it's
                          bad.

                                      LEONARD
                          Yeah.

                                      EDMUND
                          I can't believe you even let it get this
                          far.

                                      LEONARD
                          Yeah.

                                      EDMUND
                          It's, uh- I mean, I'm gonna help you with
                          everything, obviously. But, I tell you,
                          it's not gonna... The diet is gonna be
                          very, very hard. But I'm not gonna pump
                          you up full of pills or nothing like
                          that, alright? Any other doctor in this
                          city, I guarantee you that's what they
                          do. But whatever I do say you got to do,
                          then you got to do it, no questions.
                          Alright?

                LEONARD sighs, leaning back.

                                      EDMUND (CONT'D)
                          And I always been right there with you as
                          far taking it easy with all that stuff,
                          you going at it your way, and everything.
                          But if you and I don't start getting
                          really, really desperate here, I mean,
                          you're gonna be dead. Fast.

                                      LEONARD
                                (nods)
                          I- Yeah...

                                      EDMUND
                          So that means you gotta promise me,
                          Leonard. No complaining. I mean, well, no-
                          you can complain, but you still
                          absolutely got to do whatever we find out
                          you got to do. You know?

                                      LEONARD
                          Well, Edmund, I reckon that's why I'm
                          here.

                EDMUND nods his head.

                                      EDMUND
                          Leonard, of course I know you can swing
                          it. You're tough.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. EDMUND'S LIVING ROOM - LATER

                Sitting towards a window, EDMUND sips wine, LEONARD sips
                water, sprawled out on parallel recliners.

                                      LEONARD
                          Look at this place you got, here, Edmund.

                                      EDMUND
                          Yeah, yeah. It's not bad, is it?

                                      LEONARD
                          It's horrible.

                EDMUND laughs.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                          It's nothing but glass and flowers.

                                      EDMUND
                          It's a little bit fruity, huh?

                                      LEONARD
                          I can't believe Cheryl talked you into
                          it.

                                      EDMUND
                          Well, to be honest, I was basically too
                          busy setting up the practice to notice.

                EDMUND rises from his chair and walks around the room.

                                      EDMUND (CONT'D)
                          But now that you mention it, the place
                          *could* use some fixing up. I think a- 
                                (spreads his arms out against
                                 a wall)
                          - big head of some sort right here. Bison
                          or a moose or something. That'd be
                          something.

                                      LEONARD
                          Until Cheryl ties a bonnet around it's
                          ears-
                                (EDMUND laughs)
                          - plucks it's eyebrows. Sticks a daisy in
                          its mouth.

                EDMUND, still laughing, sits back down.

                                      EDMUND
                          Yeah, I guess that's one of the catches
                          for the whole domestic scene. But I don't
                          let it get to me. Houses, doing stuff to
                          houses, that's sort of girly stuff
                          anyway.

                                      LEONARD
                          Girly stuff?

                                      EDMUND
                          Well, you know, I figure if the wife
                          cares about the decor more than the
                          husband- more than me- then maybe she
                          ought to be able to do with it- well,
                          what she wants. 'Cause it's kind of a...
                          you know, a woman's thing.

                                      LEONARD
                                (leaning forward in his
                                 chair, no longer relaxed)
                          That's bullshit. No, no. Who taught you
                          to think like that?

                                      EDMUND
                          Well, I just mean- 

                                      LEONARD
                          Women are terrible homemakers. Terrible.
                          They got absolutely no taste.
                          I mean, I know what I want out of a
                          house. I know what my house ought to look
                          like. And it sure ain't nothing like
                          this. What with the plants, and the vases-
                          I mean, candelabras? Look at how much
                          junk you got in this room, Edmund. Does
                          that look good to you? No, it just looks
                          girly. Fact is, women don't know the
                          first thing about putting a house
                          together, so they just pack it full of
                          clutter and hope we don't notice. But
                          guess what? I'm a man, and as it should
                          happen, I know how to make a living room
                          feel nice to sit in without drowning it
                          in a bunch of useless accessories.

                                      EDMUND
                          Well...

                                      LEONARD
                          There it is.

                                      EDMUND
                          Wanna decorate my house?

                                      LEONARD
                                (laughs)
                          I'll pass, doctor.

                                      EDMUND
                                (shifting)
                          Speaking of which, Leonard, where are you
                          staying?

                                      LEONARD
                          Oh...
                                (shakes head)
                          Y'know, just a hotel until I find
                          somewhere else.

                                      EDMUND
                          Now, come on, Leonard, we got the guest
                          room.

                                      LEONARD
                          No, no- 

                                      EDMUND
                          Just for a couple of weeks while you
                          figure out what you're doing, it wouldn't
                          be-

                                      LEONARD
                          I'm not gonna impose.

                                      EDMUND
                          Hey, it's not an imposition at all,
                          Leonard.

                                      LEONARD
                          I don't mean in the polite way, I just
                          wouldn't feel comfortable, that's all.

                                      EDMUND
                          It's a very nice room- 

                                      LEONARD
                          Seriously, it's not in the cards.

                EDMUND looks at LEONARD and sips his wine.

                                      EDMUND
                          Well, if that's how you feel.

                                      LEONARD
                          That's how I feel.

                EDMUND shrugs, reclining. LEONARD regains his relaxation,
                lying back in his chair again.

                                      EDMUND
                          Then, from the sound of it, you got a
                          hell of a house hunt ahead of you.

                                      LEONARD
                          Oh yeah. You bet.

                                      EDMUND
                          Fortunately for you, we've been having a
                          ton of rentin' in Cimarron this year. In
                          fact, the Guardian just done this big
                          report- 

                                      LEONARD
                          I ain't looking to rent, Edmund.

                                      EDMUND
                          What's that?

                                      LEONARD
                          Nope. Not renting. Landlords and all of
                          that. No thank you.

                                      EDMUND
                          You're gonna buy a house in Cimarron?

                                      LEONARD
                          Well, if I'm gonna keep on seeing you
                          from here, then I'm gonna need a castle
                          to call my own.

                                      EDMUND
                                (exhales sharply)
                          Buying property, Leonard... that's a big
                          deal.

                                      LEONARD
                          Not really.

                                      EDMUND
                          You gonna get some help?

                                      LEONARD
                          Ah, you mean like a- 

                                      EDMUND
                          Like an agent, yes.

                                      LEONARD
                          Don't know. Been considering. I've heard
                          all about the... But, to be honest, I'd-
                          I'd really rather not.

                                      EDMUND
                          I assumed you wouldn't. Except, of
                          course, I'm looking at it like this:
                                (holds up a finger)
                          New in town.
                                (holds up a second finger)
                          Got no car.
                                (holds up a third finger)
                          Drifting from hotel to hotel. Cowboy,
                          under the present circumstances, I
                          wouldn't really say you got much of a
                          choice.

                                      LEONARD
                          Hmm.

                                                           CUT TO BLACK.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                          Hmm.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TRAN'S ROOM - NIGHT

                TRAN lies on her back and stares at the ceiling, THOMAS
                lying next to her, asleep, turned on his side.

                                      TRAN (V.O.)
                          With Thomas, everything moved quickly.
                          Straight off, we just did coupley things.
                          He helped me move, we went out to the
                          theater, and when I took him to meet my
                          mom- he was basically living with me at
                          this point- but she was so happy she
                          cried. I had to translate all night, and
                          when we were going home, she held me and
                          wept. And I felt happy, but weird.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          How come?

                                      TRAN (V.O.)
                          I didn't know. Then, one night, I was
                          looking at him, and I just thought, 'Fuck
                          you, Tran. Look what you did.'

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY (V.O.)
                          What did you do?

                                      TRAN (V.O.)
                          Well, for some reason, I listened to my
                          mother. All these years, I thought I'd
                          been ignoring her, but here I was,
                          falling in love with a guy who I hated to
                          listen to, didn't like looking at, and
                          couldn't stand touching, all because
                          of... well, you know- the money. I was
                          disgusted with myself. I'd think, 'Do I
                          really care about security? Or is this
                          just some weird, tacky, shallow fetish
                          thing that's somehow been coded into my
                          brain?' I knew that I didn't care about
                          him at all. That was certain. He was just
                          Sexton of Sexton and Holmes, and that was
                          it. So, in between the nausea, the self
                          loathing, the restless nights, I decided
                          to bring it up.

                TRAN turns to THOMAS.

                                      TRAN (CONT'D)
                          Thomas?

                                      THOMAS
                          Hmm?

                                      TRAN
                          Can we talk?

                                      TRAN (V. O.) (CONT'D)
                          And then everything came out.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TRAN'S LIVING ROOM - MORNING

                THOMAS and TRAN stand far apart, facing each other.
                THOMAS looks animalistic and full of adrenaline, TRAN
                looks tired and calm.

                                      TRAN (V.O.)
                          At first he was angry, and he screamed at
                          me.

                                      THOMAS
                          You're like a frightened little girl who
                          just jumps all over the fucking place!
                          Trying to hitch your hat on another post,
                          well, it's time to learn a lesson, Tran!
                          No more just bouncing on to whatever
                          stupid, childish whim is sounding good
                          that day, okay? Because this is
                          adulthood, and you're hurting *people*,
                          now- Not silly characters at your little
                          fucking tea party!

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. TRAN'S HOUSE - MORNING

                TRAN stands in her doorway, THOMAS paces up and down the
                walkway to the street.

                                      TRAN (V.O.)
                          Then he was afraid, and he bargained with
                          me.

                                      THOMAS
                          Look. Okay? Look- A lot of this is just
                          normal couple shit, and tons of people
                          can work through this. Normal people. I
                          mean, if you want, we could see a
                          counselor. Or- Shit- just talk it out
                          like human beings. Diplomatically,
                          alright? 
                                (walks up to TRAN)
                          I love you.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. THE STREET - MORNING

                THOMAS sits in his car, TRAN stands outside by the door.
                The window is down, and THOMAS speaks through it.

                                      TRAN (V.O.)
                          Then he was sad or angry again or maybe a
                          little of both.

                                      THOMAS
                                (tears throughout)
                          What we had was very important to me,
                          Tran, and that's all I want you to know.
                          I'm gonna think about you until the day I
                          die and even though you- you fucking
                          *ripped* me apart, Tran, even though you
                          fucking *destroyed* me- I'll never get
                          over you, because you were the best thing
                          that ever happened to me- ah!
                                (pounding on his car horn)
                          Fuck fuck fuck fuck!

                                                                 CUT TO:



                TRAN'S LIVING ROOM - EVENING

                The telephone rings.

                                      TRAN (V.O.)
                          He started calling my house constantly.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TRAN'S OFFICE

                The telephone rings.

                                      TRAN (V.O.)
                          Then my office.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. THOMAS' HOUSE

                EXTREME CU: THOMAS' MOUTH TALKING INTO A RECEIVER

                                      TRAN (V.O.)
                          He'd tell me about going off of his
                          medication, and this was medication I
                          never new he was on in the first place.
                          He'd tell me he knew about boyfriends I
                          had that didn't exist. He'd say that he
                          was ready to accept my apology.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TRAN'S LIVING ROOM - EVENING

                The telephone rings.

                                      TRAN (V.O.)
                          Then, I stopped answering.

                The telephone finishes ringing.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. THE STREET - DAY

                TRAN walks along a sidewalk, carrying a purse, looking
                relatively happy in the sunshine.

                                      TRAN (V.O.)
                          I became extremely good at ignoring him,
                          the calls slowed down, and life was
                          picking up again. I didn't date, and I
                          still don't. I didn't want to, and I
                          still don't. Every now and then, I'd hear
                          from a friend who'd say, 'Oh, Thomas has
                          been sending out chain e-mails about
                          you,' or maybe I'd swear I'd see his car
                          driving off when I got home from work one
                          day, but it was all easy enough to put in
                          the back of my mind. Then, weeks down the
                          line, I got a different call.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TRAN'S OFFICE - AFTERNOON

                TRAN's telephone rings. After scanning the caller ID, she
                clicks on the receiver.

                                      TRAN
                          Hello?

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. LARGE OFFICE - SAME TIME

                A SUITED EXECUTIVE sits with his feet on his desk, phone
                in hand

                                      RAYMOND
                          Hello, Ms. Pham?

                                      TRAN
                                (on the other end)
                          Yes?

                                      RAYMOND
                          This is Raymond Haverstock, I'm with the
                          legal department at Sexton and Holmes
                          insurance. Is this a good time?

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TRAN'S OFFICE - SAME TIME

                TRAN holds the phone, looking confused, furrowing her
                brow.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. LARGE OFFICE - SAME TIME

                RAYMOND hasn't moved.

                                      TRAN
                                (on the other end)
                          I guess so. What's this about?

                                      RAYMOND
                          Well, Ms. Pham, we understand that you
                          may be very valuable to us regarding
                          pending litigation against a-
                                (reads a sheet of paper in
                                 front of him)
                          Thomas Sexton. You know Thomas, yes?

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TRAN'S OFFICE - SAME TIME

                                      TRAN
                          Uh- I did, yes. I'm sorry, can you
                          explain what this is?

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. LARGE OFFICE - SAME TIME

                                      RAYMOND
                          Sexton and Holmes is pursuing legal
                          action against Mr. Sexton involving a
                          series of- ah- dramatics, which followed
                          his termination.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TRAN'S OFFICE - SAME TIME

                TRAN laughs.

                                      TRAN
                          Termination? You fired your boss?

                                      RAYMOND
                                (on the other end)
                          Excuse me?

                                      TRAN
                                (still chuckling)
                          So is it just gonna be Holmes Insurance
                          from now on?

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. LARGE OFFICE - SAME TIME

                RAYMOND uncrosses his legs and replaces them on the
                ground.

                                      RAYMOND
                          I'm sorry, I don't think I understand.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TRAN'S OFFICE - SAME TIME

                                      TRAN
                          Well, I mean, what happened? Shareholders
                          got angry? I mean, 'terminated,'- he
                          didn't even resign?

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. LARGE OFFICE - SAME TIME

                                      RAYMOND
                          Oh, wait, do you...
                                (a pause)
                          I'm sorry, Ms. Pham, how well do you know
                          Thomas?

                                      TRAN
                                (on the other end)
                          What do you mean?

                                      RAYMOND
                          No, I see how you could get that mixed up-
                          Uh, Thomas Sexton, he's not Vilmos
                          Sexton, the cofounder.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TRAN'S OFFICE - SAME TIME

                TRAN suddenly looks a bit shocked, still working it out.

                                      TRAN
                          I-... What's Thomas, then?

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. LARGE OFFICE - SAME TIME

                Laughing, RAYMOND replaces his legs on top of his desk.

                                      RAYMOND
                          Thomas is a former filing clerk of ours.
                          Did he actually tell you he ran the
                          place?

                RAYMOND laughs.

                                      RAYMOND (CONT'D)
                          No, but when we canned him, he tried to
                          set fire to his desk, and then got into a
                          brawl with a security guard, so we're
                          seeking damages. Anyway, we heard he'd
                          given you some trouble, and were
                          wondering if you'd be interested in
                          serving us as a character witness?

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TRAN'S OFFICE - SAME TIME

                TRAN holds the phone an inch or two away from her head,
                which waves back and forth as if dizzy. She sighs
                repeatedly.

                                      TRAN
                                (quickly)
                          No.

                TRAN slams the receiver and holds her head, embarrassed.

                                                           CUT TO BLACK.

                                      TRAN (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                          After that, I stopped hearing from Thomas
                          altogether.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. ART DECO KITCHEN - LATE NIGHT

                TRAN emptied a bottle of wine and is currently pulling
                the cork from another.

                                      TRAN
                          I figured he found out that I found out
                          and decided to avoid me.
                                (grunts, popping out the
                                 cork)
                          I didn't tell anyone about the whole
                          ordeal. I deserved to feel like an idiot.
                          Even though it was completely obvious the
                          entire time that I was being lied to, I
                          had bought too far into the American
                          dream. A learning experience altogether.

                TRAN pours herself a glass.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY
                          People. And love.

                                      TRAN
                                (sipping)
                          But now, now it's all back and it's all
                          worse. The calls started again full
                          force, the e-mails. I found him-
                                (laughs)
                          I found him on my yard. He'd broken into
                          my house and pulled everything out onto
                          the lawn. I don't know if he was stealing
                          my things, or if he was gonna start a
                          bonfire, or what.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY
                          My word! Did you call the police?

                                      TRAN
                          No, but he thinks I did. When I got back
                          home, everything was still outside, but
                          he'd left, and he'd put some vague,
                          threatening note in my mailbox about
                          'Keeping things private.' 

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY
                          You should call the police.

                                      TRAN
                          No...

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY
                          What? Why not! Don't stand up for this
                          creep- don't be one of these battered
                          housewives from the Lifetime movies.

                                      TRAN
                          It isn't that, I just I can't! I don't
                          have the time, the energy, or the
                          strength to deal with any of this.

                Beat.

                                      ART DECO ONE STORY 
                                (quietly)
                          But aren't you afraid?

                TRAN chuckles, looking at her glass, now nearly empty.
                After a moments pause, she abruptly tears up, lowering
                her head.

                                      TRAN
                                (weakly)
                          Yes.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. HOTEL ROOM - MORNING

                LEONARD CHRISTIAN pulls open a drawer and throws a large
                phone book on his bed, walking into the bathroom.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. HOTEL BATHROOM - MOMENTS LATER

                LEONARD brushes his teeth, humming "Yellow Rose of
                Texas."

                LEONARD spits.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. HOTEL ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

                LEONARD thumbs to the back of the phone book, into the
                yellow pages.

                In the R's, he passes by different sections.

                                      LEONARD
                                (under his breath)
                          Rabbis... Racecourses... RCCh...
                                (slowly)
                          Real. Estate.

                Scanning up and down the pages, LEONARD's finger stops on
                a large, eye-catching advertisement.

                In the ad, DEBBI WAGNER, an enthusiastic looking woman in
                her late forties, points to the viewer, towering over
                several houses. Her name features prominently on the top
                of the image, and on the bottom, the text reads "Real
                Compassion. Real Experience. Real Estate.

                LEONARD sighs and reaches for the receiver.

                Looking back and forth between the yellow pages and
                phone, he slowly punches in the number.

                LEONARD holds the phone to his ear, which rings.

                                      DESKMAN
                                (Indian accent, on the other
                                 end)
                          Hello?

                                      LEONARD
                          Uh, good morning, is this Debbi... 
                                (looks up and down the page)
                          Wagner's office?

                                      DESKMAN
                                (on the other end)
                          Okay, you have to dial '9' before any
                          telephone number, or else all of them
                          just go to the hotel desk, okay?

                LEONARD scrunches his eyebrows.

                                      LEONARD
                          Uh... Okay.

                DESKMAN hangs up.

                LEONARD hangs up, picking the phone up again and checking
                for the dial tone.

                Looking at the phone, LEONARD makes a large, deliberate
                movement to punch in the number nine before re-dialing
                DEBBI from looking in the yellow pages.

                The phone rings.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. DEBBI'S OFFICE - SAME TIME

                DEBBI WAGNER is at her desk, finishing a note while her
                phone rings. Scrambling out the last sentence, she picks
                up the receiver.

                                      DEBBI
                          Hello, Wagner Real Estate.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. HOTEL ROOM - SAME TIME

                                      LEONARD
                          Uh, good morning, this is Leonard
                          Christian, and I'm hoping to talk to
                          Debbi.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. DEBBI'S OFFICE - SAME TIME

                                      DEBBI
                          You've got her, Leonard. How can I help
                          you?

                                      LEONARD
                                (on the other end)
                          Well, I'm looking for a house.

                                      DEBBI
                          Listen to that accent. Where are you
                          from, cowpoke?

                                      LEONARD
                                (on the other end)
                          Texas.

                                      DEBBI
                          Texas! Where in Texas?

                                      LEONARD
                                (on the other end)
                          You wouldn't have heard of it. Near
                          Galveston.

                                      DEBBI
                          Oh, you don't say? I've got a girlfriend
                          lives in Beaumont. What kind of a house
                          are you looking for, Leonard?

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. HOTEL ROOM - SAME TIME

                                      LEONARD
                          Well, the right one.

                                      DEBBI
                                (laughs, on the other end)
                          Of course. Let's get specific. How many
                          bedrooms?

                                      LEONARD
                          Bedrooms? Well, I'm thinking at least
                          one.

                                      DEBBI
                                (chuckles, on the other end)
                          Uh-huh. And no more than?

                                      LEONARD
                          Uh... I dunno.

                                      DEBBI
                                (on the other end)
                          Need a number, Leonard.

                                      LEONARD
                          Well, I would say a thousand bedrooms
                          would be too many.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. DEBBI'S OFFICE - SAME TIME

                DEBBI leans back, laughing.

                                      DEBBI
                          I think I get your point, Leonard. See, I
                          love your type- You've probably lived in
                          the same house your whole life, and now,
                          for some reason or another, you've got to
                          move, and all you're looking for is the
                          one that clicks. You've got no idea what
                          it looks like, no idea where it is, but
                          when you see it, you'll know- ding! It's
                          the one.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. HOTEL ROOM - SAME TIME

                                      LEONARD
                                (clears his throat)
                          Ah, w- Alright.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. DEBBI'S OFFICE - SAME TIME

                                      DEBBI
                          We'll find it, Leonard. Rest assured.
                          Should I be looking for immediate
                          availabilities?

                                      LEONARD
                                (on the other end)
                          Uh, yes. Definitely.

                                      DEBBI
                          Alright. Now, here's something we do need
                          to discuss: Price range.

                                      LEONARD
                                (on the other end)
                          Nah, that's not important.

                                      DEBBI
                          Trust me, Leonard, price is important.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. HOTEL ROOM - SAME TIME

                                      LEONARD
                          Don't worry about that. Don't worry about
                          that. Whatever it costs, I can take care
                          of it.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. DEBBI'S OFFICE - SAME TIME

                                      DEBBI
                          Ooh! Well, well, well, Leonard! Now
                          you're talking my language!

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. HOTEL ROOM - SAME TIME

                                      LEONARD
                          Yeah, yeah. But, listen, don't get too
                          worked up about that. I mean, you know,
                          don't limit me to a bunch of fancy crap.
                          'Cause, if you bring me the giant
                          colonial estate on the waterfront, I'm
                          not gonna want it.

                                      DEBBI
                                (on the other end)
                          Loud and clear, Leonard. Loud and clear.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. DEBBI'S OFFICE - SAME TIME

                                      DEBBI
                          Leonard, if I may ask, where'd you
                          stumble onto your- uh- your fortune?

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. HOTEL ROOM - SAME TIME

                                      LEONARD
                          Oh, uh... It's just family money, y'know.
                          As a young man, my father was- uh,
                          developing some property and, basically,
                          he discovered an oil field.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. DEBBI'S OFFICE - SAME TIME

                                      DEBBI
                          Wait a minute, was his name Jed?

                                      LEONARD
                                (on the other line)
                          Huh? N-no, it was- Harlan.

                                      DEBBI
                          You know, a poor mountaineer, barely kept
                          his family fed?

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. HOTEL ROOM - SAME TIME

                LEONARD holds his phone and stares off.

                                      LEONARD
                          Uh...
                                (a pause, then, highly
                                 disappointed)
                          Yeah.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. BLONDE WOMAN'S OFFICE - MORNING

                A bubbly blonde  is on the phone.

                                      BLONDE WOMAN
                          An oil baron? Why, you must be looking
                          for a house with a cee-ment pond!

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. BRUNETTE'S OFFICE - MORNING

                Brunette woman is on the phone.

                                      BRUNETTE
                          So you packed up your bags and moved to
                          Bever-lee!

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. OLDER MAN'S OFFICE - MORNING

                A greying old man is on the phone.

                                      OLDER MAN
                          Son, I think you got the wrong number!
                          This ain't Californee!

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. YOUNG MAN'S OFFICE - MORNING

                A young African-American male is on the phone.

                                      YOUNG MAN
                          Oh, black gold!

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. HOTEL ROOM - SAME TIME

                LEONARD flinches, inhaling deeply before slamming the
                phone onto the receiver.

                                      LEONARD
                          Son of a bitch.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TRAN'S OFFICE - MORNING

                                      TRAN
                          An oiler? That's very interesting.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. HOTEL ROOM - SAME TIME

                LEONARD looks surprised.

                                      LEONARD
                          Excuse me?

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TRAN'S OFFICE - SAME TIME

                                      TRAN
                                (raising her voice)
                          I said that's very interesting.

                                      LEONARD
                                (on the other end)
                          Yeah, yeah- but, I mean, that's it?
                          Nothing else?

                                      TRAN
                          Uh... N- no. I mean, you know, it's very
                          interesting, it's an interesting thing to
                          do- for him to have done.

                                      LEONARD
                                (on the other end)
                          But that's it?

                                      TRAN
                          Uh-huh.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. HOTEL ROOM - SAME TIME

                LEONARD stands up and grabs a piece of paper, digging
                through his pocket for a pen frantically.

                                      LEONARD
                          Uh, listen- listen, what was it, Tran
                          Pham?

                                      TRAN
                                (on the other end)
                          Yeah, Tran.

                                      LEONARD
                          When's the soonest you can take me house
                          hunting, Ms. Pham?

                                      TRAN
                                (digging through her date
                                 book)
                          When's the- ah, it'd be...
                                (arriving at a page)
                          It'd be soon, pretty soon.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. EDMUND'S OFFICE - THE NEXT DAY

                LEONARD is thumbing through a magazine, feet up on a
                table. EDMUND enters, tapping the door.

                                      LEONARD
                          Shit, I was fixing to skeletonize.

                                      EDMUND
                          I'm sorry 'bout the wait, Leonard.

                                      LEONARD
                          Fucked up is all.

                                      EDMUND
                          D'you remember the routine?

                                      LEONARD
                          Do I re- yeah, Edmund, of course I do.
                          But now look around. You scrambled
                          everything up, how'm I supposed to find
                          the damn popsicle sticks in this room?

                                      EDMUND
                          Lookie here, Leonard, 'cause I'm just
                          gonna go through his once.
                                (points towards the bathroom)
                          You piss here,
                                (points at the hypodermic
                                 kit)
                          You poke yourself there,
                                (points at the table)
                          Then you sit down there.

                                      LEONARD
                                (getting up)
                          Okay. Okay.

                                      EDMUND
                          Damn, Leonard, we'd just about have you
                          on your way if you'd've been on this
                          shit. What, now I got to wait around for
                          a year 'till you've finished.

                                      LEONARD
                                (heading out the door)
                          Hope I can piss. I been saving up all
                          morning.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. EDMUND'S OFFICE - LATER

                LEONARD is seated on the table, EDMUND leans against the
                wall, addressing him.

                                      EDMUND
                          Well, I got a folder full of numbers. If
                          any of 'em mean something to you, I'll be
                          glad to share.

                                      LEONARD
                          Nah, nah. Just... Just the overall-

                                      EDMUND
                          The overall is bad, Lenny. The overall is
                          you're about 65, 68 years old on the
                          inside. Everything's up in arms. Thyroid,
                          blood sugar, iron, all that shit you
                          don't care about, it's all bad.

                                      LEONARD
                          I- yeah.

                                      EDMUND
                          But I've taken some of my free time
                          lately, and I've devised a little book
                          for you.

                EDMUND digs a black book out of his coat.

                                      EDMUND (CONT'D)
                          I need you to live by this, Leonard. This
                          here is your brand new Holy Bible.

                                      LEONARD
                                (grabbing the book)
                          Huh. What's this?

                                      EDMUND
                          That's the next three weeks worth of
                          meals for you.

                                      LEONARD
                          Ah, jeez...

                                      EDMUND
                          I got everything in there from when you
                          can drink coffee to what kind of fruit to
                          cut into your cereal to who knows what
                          else. So in the back of the book, if
                          you'd just turn to, to the back.

                LEONARD flips the book.

                                      EDMUND (CONT'D)
                          I went ahead and wrote down a shopping
                          list for you, Lenny. The kind of stuff
                          that-

                                      LEONARD
                          What's pomegranate?

                                      EDMUND
                          Listen to me. There's some stuff on that
                          list that you're gonna have to pick up at
                          Sunshine Market.

                                      LEONARD
                          Sunshine Market. Alright.

                                      EDMUND
                          That's the alternative grocery. Organic
                          health whatnot.

                                      LEONARD
                                (being as diplomatic as
                                 possible)
                          Hmm.

                                      EDMUND
                          I'm just taking advantage of your new
                          location. Cimarron, we got stuff here
                          that you just can't find back in Texas.
                          I'm talking about real superfoods,
                          Leonard.

                                      LEONARD
                          Superfoods.

                                      EDMUND
                          Yeah, it just basically means a food
                          that's got tons of stuff you're looking
                          for. Omega-3 Fatty acids, B vitamins,
                          fiber, that sort of thing. Sweet potatoes
                          are a superfood, for instance.

                                      LEONARD
                          Never liked those damn things, man.
                          My mother, Ginny, she always trying to
                          sneak those things in with a cut of beef.
                          Cover it up in cinnamon, sweet cream
                          butter- turned my stomach like the tide.

                                      EDMUND
                          Look, Leonard; I'll come one honest with
                          you. There are people out there who would
                          choose to eat this shit on their own free
                          will. You and I are never gonna be one of
                          those people. So I think it's best for
                          you to look at it like this: From now on,
                          you're just taking medicine. You're not
                          really eating, you're not really
                          drinking, just taking your medicine.

                                      LEONARD
                          Shit.

                                      EDMUND
                          Listen to me. This isn't good, huh? This
                          is the last thing you want to be going
                          through right now, I know it. But we have
                          an agreement as friends over this, and
                          you've got to stick to what I say, no
                          matter what you're feeling inside. Every
                          other doctor in this town would just have
                          you crank up your dosage, alright? And I
                          could tell you to do that, and you'd be
                          out of my hair next week. I'd rather
                          stabilize your diet, keep you where you
                          are as far as the insulin is concerned.
                          Because if I get you up to some
                          ridiculous- you know, eight gallons of
                          that shit every day, well, your blood
                          sugar's gonna look just fine on my little
                          clipboard, but the next time you stumble
                          up on your food or something, you're
                          gonna have a lot farther to fall.

                                      LEONARD
                          Yeah.

                                      EDMUND
                          Speaking of which, you see that red page?
                          It's, uh, the one in the back.

                                      LEONARD
                                (under his breath)
                          How to...

                                      EDMUND
                          How to do what you do if and when you
                          have to.
                          That's sort of your emergency list. So if
                          my system falls apart and you find
                          yourself up shit creek-

                                      LEONARD
                          I think we're gonna cross that bridge
                          when we come to it.

                                      EDMUND
                          Yeah, no, I- I'm just looking out for
                          you, buddy.

                                      LEONARD
                                (flipping through his book)
                          Nah, doc, I can see you spent an awful
                          lot of time setting this up for me.

                                      EDMUND
                          Hmm. Yeah, it wasn't anything too
                          extreme. Just when I had some free time.

                                      LEONARD
                          And like you say, we got an agreement as
                          friends over this.

                                      EDMUND
                          Uh-huh.

                                      LEONARD
                          So what's a couple of weeks of eating
                          shit, I guess?

                                      EDMUND
                                (sighs)
                          Alright. Thank you, Leonard. 

                                      LEONARD
                          Yeah.

                                      EDMUND
                          So I'm gonna need to keep a close watch
                          on your numbers if this is gonna work.
                          And, ah- I'll need you in often.

                                      LEONARD
                          So we're talking...?

                                      EDMUND
                                (sighs)
                          Is three times a week too much?

                                      LEONARD
                          If anything, that'd make it a lot easier
                          for me.

                EDMUND pats LEONARD on the shoulder.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. STREET - MORNING

                TRAN's car is outside of a park. She looks around, unable
                to relax.

                After a moment, LEONARD is seen walking towards the car
                from through the window.

                He leans over, smiling a bit before tapping gently on the
                window, startling TRAN. When she gets hold of the
                situation, she meets his eye contact and slightly cracks
                her window, which he slips his fingers in.

                                      TRAN
                          Leonard?

                                      LEONARD
                          Ms. Pham.

                                      TRAN
                          Hop in.

                TRAN opens the power lock, and LEONARD begins to climb
                in.

                TRAN looks to LEONARD's boots, which are caked in mud.

                                      TRAN (CONT'D)
                          Oh, gosh...

                                      LEONARD
                          What?

                                      TRAN
                          Your- look at your shoes.

                LEONARD looks down.

                                      LEONARD
                          Oh, yeah. Uh... What- should I just...
                          What should I do?

                                      TRAN
                          Can you maybe put them in the trunk?

                                      LEONARD
                          Really?

                                      TRAN
                          You don't have to. Please, though?

                LEONARD starts unlacing his boots

                                      LEONARD
                          Uh-huh. Sure.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TRAN'S CAR - LATER

                TRAN drives and talks, but throughout, LEONARD seems
                preoccupied with his feet.

                                      TRAN
                          I think you'll like this district up
                          ahead, Leonard, where we're going. It's
                          sort of quieter, like what you were
                          saying earlier? And they've got some lots
                          that are off the main-ways, and the
                          people there seem pretty- oh- pretty
                          real. You know, normal people.

                                      LEONARD
                          Yeah, alright. Well, I'm wishing us both
                          good luck.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. SMALL COTTAGE - LATER

                TRAN shows LEONARD through a living room/kitchen.

                                      TRAN
                          Most of the furnishing and the sinks,
                          and... the counter-tops, the shelving,
                          the gas heating, it's all new. Just put
                          in last year-

                Vacantly, LEONARD wanders into a room.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. SMALL COTTAGE BEDROOM - SAME TIME

                LEONARD peers out a window overlooking the yard as TRAN
                enters.

                                      TRAN
                          And I see you've found your way to the
                          master bedroom, which I think we can
                          obviously call a highlight for this lot-
                          As far as closet space, well, there
                          really isn't any, but it's got a nice
                          atmosphere altogether, gets a lot of
                          natural light-

                                      LEONARD
                                (opening the door)
                          That's the bathroom? Across the hall?

                                      TRAN
                          Yes, that's a full bath, and the tile in
                          there, I think you'll like.

                                      LEONARD
                          It's not the green like out in here.

                                      TRAN
                          No, it's a gentle tan, with a white-

                                      LEONARD
                          What's next?

                TRAN pauses for a moment, trying to understand.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. SUBURBAN TWO-STORY - LATER

                TRAN, having learned her lesson, now allows LEONARD to
                lead the way. As he paces through the house, she follows,
                doing her best to talk up the scenery.

                                      TRAN
                          Okay, that was the family room and we're
                          heading right for the walk-in closet,
                          which has some carpeting- it's the only
                          room in the house, actually, with
                          carpeting. This is cherry wood on the
                          floor, it's extremely tough, it doesn't
                          scratch easily, and it doesn't conduct
                          sound between the two floors. So, you
                          won't be hearing, you know, stomp, stomp,
                          stomp if someone's wandering round
                          upstairs.

                LEONARD nods for a moment before changing directions.

                                      TRAN (CONT'D)
                          Alright, so this would be the second
                          bedroom, and it's actually just about as
                          big as the master. No walk-in, but there
                          is quite a bit of storage space-

                                      LEONARD
                          Yeah, it's all a little bit too...

                                      TRAN
                          Too?

                LEONARD shrugs for a moment before shaking his head.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. MANUFACTURED HOME - LATER

                TRAN and LEONARD walk towards the house over stepping
                stones.

                                      TRAN
                          Okay, this is Hesterly street.

                                      LEONARD
                          Ms. Pham?

                                      TRAN
                          Uh, Leonard?

                They stop.

                                      LEONARD
                          I really think you're- well, you're very
                          good at what you do, Tran.

                                      TRAN
                          Leonard?

                                      LEONARD
                          No, I mean, you know everything that
                          there is to know about most of these
                          places. You've been good about your
                          homework, I mean, I like how you talk 'em
                          up. Not even talk 'em up so much as you,

                                      TRAN
                          Wait a minute, are you firing me?

                                      LEONARD
                          What? No, no- Tran, that's- that's not
                          what I'm trying to get at.

                                      TRAN
                          Because it's okay if-

                                      LEONARD
                          It's not that, I promise.

                                      TRAN
                          I- alright.

                                      LEONARD
                          But all I mean is, since you're so good
                          at your job and all, and since I respect
                          you and whatnot, I was hoping that if we
                          got to a house and it wasn't the one, or
                          it wasn't right, wasn't what I was
                          looking for, if I could just go ahead and
                          let you know so you don't have to waste a
                          bunch of time telling me about it.
                          'Cause, you know, I mean, I know you've
                          got everything- ah-
                                (tapping his head)
                          - up there. About the house, I know that.

                                      TRAN
                          Um, of course, Leonard. I mean, I hope
                          that if we get somewhere and you simply
                          aren't feeling it, that you'll tell me.

                                      LEONARD
                          Yeah?

                                      TRAN
                          Of course.

                                      LEONARD
                          Because this isn't gonna be my house.

                                      TRAN
                          I...

                                      LEONARD
                          Yeah.

                                                                FADE TO:



                INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

                LEONARD is stretched out cross-legged on his bed. After a
                moment, he reaches for EDMUND's book.

                LEONARD thumbs through the pages, arriving at something
                and reading it over before getting up.

                As the camera pans across the room, we reveal a mountain
                of paper grocery bags, which LEONARD peers into one at a
                time, sifting and sorting through.

                After a moment, he crouches in front of his minifridge,
                opening it and taking a couple of items.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. BATHROOM - LATER

                LEONARD sautˇs tofu in a pan over a hot plate. He looks
                in EDMUND's book which is on the counter top, and adds an
                extra squirt of organic, low-sodium oil. He sniffs the
                air, and coughs.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. HOTEL ROOM - LATER

                LEONARD sits down with a plate and a fork, scooping the
                first bite into his mouth. He chews for about twenty
                seconds before gurgling in protest.

                LEONARD gets off of his bed and walks off frame into the
                bathroom, where we hear him spitting the food into the
                the toilet.

                                      LEONARD
                                (between spitting and
                                 coughing)
                          Shit, that is-

                After a moment, LEONARD reenters the main room, and
                collects the plate of tofu from his bed, walking again
                off frame.

                We hear him scraping the remainder into the toilet,
                before flushing it all down.

                LEONARD returns to his bed and stretches back out.

                After a moment, he eyes EDMUND's book, and sighs deeply.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. BATHROOM - LATER

                LEONARD sautˇs another pan full of tofu, this time
                squirting a steady stream of the low-sodium oil.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. TRAN'S HOUSE - NIGHT

                A tired looking TRAN walks towards her house, suitcase in
                hand. She opens her front door and enters.

                After a moment, she exits the house and closes the door
                mostly, peeling a note off the peep hole.

                                      THOMAS' NOTE
                          Finally woken up from a long and
                          murderous dream. Wondering how to break
                          it to the therapist. Any thoughts?
                                - T

                TRAN gazes at the note for a moment.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. LEONARD'S HOTEL ROOOM - LATER

                LEONARD pricks a needle to his fingertip, dabbing the
                blood on an electronic reader.

                He looks at the reader for a moment, waiting.

                Text clicks on the screen.

                                      ON-SCREEN TEXT
                          278.

                                      LEONARD
                          Shit.
                                (breathing harder)
                          Shit...

                The text clicks out.

                LEONARD steadies himself against the bed for a moment
                before slowly settling on the ground.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. HOTEL ROOM - LATER

                LEONARD hasn't lost consciousness, still seated against
                his bed, and even looks a bit better. He finishes the
                last of his tofu, and pulls himself to his knees,
                grabbing the telephone and wedging it between his
                shoulder and ear.

                Digging a piece of paper from his pocket, he dials a
                number.

                                      DESKMAN
                                (Indian accent)
                          Hello?

                LEONARD hangs up. Allowing his line to reset, he picks
                the phone back up, dialing nine before his number.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TRAN'S ROOM - SAME TIME

                The telephone on tran's night stand rings. From off
                frame, TRAN reaches over to grab it, pulling the
                telephone off with her.

                                      TRAN
                                (weakly, hiccuping under
                                 tears)
                          Hello?

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. HOTEL ROOM - SAME TIME

                                      LEONARD
                                (softening his voice)
                          Ms. Pham? Is this- are you alright?

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TRAN'S ROOOM - SAME TIME

                TRAN sighs and whimpers.

                                      TRAN
                                (with a bit of strength)
                          How can I help you, Leonard?
                                (after a pause)
                          Yes, about the house hunt.
                          Would you hate me if I canceled for
                          tomorrow and just met up with you-
                                (sniffs)
                          Up with you on Wednesday instead?

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. HOTEL ROOM - SAME TIME

                                      LEONARD
                          Well, actually, that's exactly what I was
                          calling about. There's some health- some,
                          I've gotta go see my nutritionist
                          tomorrow. So I was hoping-
                                (chuckles)
                          Yeah, exactly. So Wednesday would be
                          fine. Okay.
                                (softer still)
                          Are you- is everything okay, Tran?

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. THOMAS' APARTMENT - DAY

                THOMAS pulls a chair up in front of a dresser. On top of
                the dresser sits a picture frame which is currently faced
                away from the camera.

                After dragging the chair, THOMAS walks off screen again
                before returning with a glass and a bottle of white wine.

                                      THOMAS
                                (sighing to his picture)
                          Hello again.
                                (he corks the bottle and
                                 begins to pour himself a
                                 glass)
                          I hope you weren't getting too lonely in
                          that drawer.

                CU PICTURE OF TRAN

                TRAN smiles, hair shorter, frozen in time.

                                      THOMAS (CONT'D)
                          But I've sure been doing a lot of
                          thinking, you know. It's all I have to-
                          it's all I can do anymore. Is think.
                                (sipping his wine, darkly)
                          And at first, I felt afraid of myself. Of
                          what my life had become, and I thought,
                          'Holy Mackerel.
                          How long have you been looking the other
                          way, Thomas?' I thought, 'You're a sick
                          man.' I won't get into everything
                          tonight, but all of these horrible
                          months, and so many... awful, disgusting
                          things that I've done, or thought about
                          doing. 
                                (a bit lighter)
                          And I couldn't believe it, you know? What
                          that all meant for me. How could I- Was I
                          really so far gone that I hadn't even
                          noticed? That I'd gone crazy? But then I
                          said- and this was actually out loud, I
                          said 'Thomas, get better!' I shouted it
                          at myself! And then there's about five
                          minutes I can't even remember. I woke up
                          on the floor, there was a puddle of tears
                          in my nose. And I felt like a great demon
                          had left me. And for the first time in a
                          long time, I looked back on my life, and
                          everything was unobstructed. Perfectly
                          clear. And I thought, 'You are better,
                          Thomas.'
                                (smiles and shakes his head)
                          So I called Mary, and I told her that she
                          was right. That I had tricked myself into
                          falling in love with her, that what I was
                          feeling- what I thought I was feeling,
                          wasn't real.
                                (building impassion)
                          But I also told her that she was fucking
                          abysmal at the job she does- that in four
                          months, she'd accomplished nothing for
                          me, and that she needed to find work
                          where people weren't relying on her to
                          help them,. I mean, fucking shit, that's
                          actually dangerous, what she's doing. You
                          know?
                                (after a pause, and calm
                                 again)
                          And then... With all of that taken care
                          of... Well, it brought me back to you.
                          And I realized that, not only was I
                          absolutely, entirely not angry with you,
                          but that I'd actually never been angry
                          with you. There was a period when, boy, I
                          sure thought I was. So I pictured myself,
                          all of those times, screaming at you or
                          ranting at you or threatening you, and I
                          cringed. I felt such a despair, such a
                          deep, horrible embarrassment. I mean, you
                          wouldn't believe there were so many
                          things that I looked back on and
                          dreaded...
                          Like, I can't believe I actually asked
                          you for an apology. I asked you! That was
                          so... ugly, and wrong of me, Tran. But I
                          was sick. And then I thought, 'Well, if
                          I'm not angry at Tran, then what do I
                          feel about her?' And I thought, 'I don't
                          know, I don't know.'
                                (smiles)
                          But now I think I finally understand...
                          About us.

                THOMAS sets his wine down.

                                      THOMAS (CONT'D)
                          I wrote this song for me, for my own
                          sake. But it'd be wrong to hide it from
                          you, I think. Because it's about us. And
                          I guess I- I hope you like it.

                THOMAS inhales deep and closes his eyes. As he begins,
                gentle guitar accompanies him.

                                      THOMAS (CONT'D)
                          There are only a handful of ways
                          That I can
                          Apologize
                          Been a year of miserable days
                          But hear me
                          And watch my eyes
                          It can be better
                          Because
                          It has to be better
                          Because if one more second
                          Slips by on my wrist
                          It can be sweet again
                          Because
                          It has to be sweet again
                          Because I live with my heart now
                          Instead of my fist
                          And all the regret
                          And every last lie
                          And anything else I said
                          That was wrong and disgusting and savage
                          I take it all back
                          I can be stronger
                          Because
                          I have to be stronger
                          Because if I turn 28 still living a dream
                          I will be good to you
                          Because
                          I have to be good to you
                          Because I love and I know what I mean
                          And all the regret
                          And every last lie
                          And anything else I said
                          That was wrong and disgusting and savage
                          I take it all back

                CU TRAN'S PICTURE

                THOMAS closes his eyes, still deep in his thoughts.

                                                          FADE TO BLACK.

                                                                FADE IN:



                INT. EDMUND'S OFFICE - DAY

                LEONARD reads a poster in the examination room.

                EDMUND enters.

                                      EDMUND
                          How about a walk, Leonard?

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. THE STREET - LATER

                EDMUND and LEONARD walk along a road. After a moment.

                                      LEONARD
                          So why isn't it taking?

                                      EDMUND
                          I knew you were going to say that.

                                      LEONARD
                          Well?

                                      EDMUND
                          It *is* taking, Leonard, but it's going
                          to be gradual.

                                      LEONARD
                          Lookie, I'm all for gradual, but how long
                          do I have to go around feeling like death
                          warmed over?

                                      EDMUND
                          I know. It's... I don't know, Leonard,
                          maybe you got to me too late.

                                      LEONARD
                          Well...

                                      EDMUND
                          Maybe we've just gotta medicate you from
                          here on in.

                They walk.

                                      LEONARD
                          That isn't what I want.

                                      EDMUND
                          I realize.

                                      LEONARD
                          So stick with the book you made for me?

                                      EDMUND
                          You can, of course. I won't force nothing
                          on you. But my professional advice, I
                          mean- I'd say at this juncture... Flip a
                          coin.

                                      LEONARD
                          Mm.

                                      EDMUND
                          That red page. 'How to do What you do If
                          and when you have to.' Have you read it?

                                      LEONARD
                          No.

                                      EDMUND
                          Well, it says if you can get to a phone,
                          then call me. And if you can't, then
                          forget the system, get yourself a hypo,
                          and save your life.

                LEONARD coughs.

                                      LEONARD
                          Alright.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TRAN'S CAR - THE NEXT DAY

                LEONARD sits in TRAN's passenger seat, TRAN drives.

                                      TRAN
                          I want to focus on townhouses today,
                          because I'm getting the feeling that this
                          sort of southwestern, frilly, clay
                          pattern thing isn't hitting any of the
                          right notes with you.

                                      LEONARD
                          Alright. Townhouses?

                                      TRAN
                          Yeah. They're really simple lots. Usually
                          three stories, or two stories, and they
                          call them that because they sort of tend
                          to build them into little neighborhoods.
                          Like a cluster of these little,
                          inoffensive, towny houses.

                                      LEONARD
                          Yeah, okay.

                                      TRAN
                          Okay?

                                      LEONARD
                          Sounds like it's worth a shot.

                                      TRAN
                          Okay.

                                      LEONARD
                          Are you, ah- How are you feeling today?

                                      TRAN
                          I'm fine. I'm fine, Leonard, and I just
                          wanted to say that I'm really sorry you
                          caught me at such a bad time the other
                          night.

                                      LEONARD
                          Oh, no, I didn't- ah, don't worry about
                          that.

                                      TRAN
                          Well, it wasn't very professional of me,
                          is all. And I really hope it's not going
                          to be, like, in the back of your head all
                          of the time. Does that make sense? Don't
                          think I'm some sort of loser that you
                          can't depend on or something, okay?

                                      LEONARD
                          I don't think that at all.

                                      TRAN
                          Okay. Yeah. But I'm fine. Thank you for
                          asking.

                                      LEONARD
                          Okay.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. TOWNHOUSES - LATER

                TRAN and LEONARD pull up in front of a townhouse.

                                      TRAN
                          Alright, this is the first lot we're
                          going to check out today.

                                      LEONARD
                          Alright.

                                      TRAN
                          There are...
                                (checking paperwork against
                                 her steering wheel)
                          As a matter of fact, three availabilities
                          here.

                                      LEONARD
                          Huh.

                                      TRAN
                          And I myself have only actually been
                          inside these particular houses one time
                          years ago.

                                      LEONARD
                          Alright.

                                      TRAN
                          So we're kind of on equal ground as far
                          as that's concerned.

                                      LEONARD
                          Alright.

                                      TRAN
                          But, of course, you know me: I did do my
                          homework. Three bedroom, two and a half
                          bath, and two decks.

                                      LEONARD
                          Two decks?

                                      TRAN
                          That's right.

                                      LEONARD
                          Nice.

                                      TRAN
                          Good! So we'll take a look here, and then
                          I have about four more lots to show you
                          today. So let's move, move, move!

                They climb out of TRAN's car and walk around to the
                trunk, which TRAN opens.

                                      LEONARD
                                (digging out his boots)
                          I think I'm going to like this one.

                LEONARD is cut off by TRAN's cell phone.

                                      TRAN
                                (digging it from her pocket
                                 and flipping open)
                          Hello?

                TRAN immediately stops in her tracks, launching into
                harsh and unsubtitled Vietnamese.

                LEONARD stops too, looking confused and a bit shocked
                before lacing up his boots.

                TRAN's conversation continues on for about half of a
                minute, with LEONARD looking around and eventually
                putting his hands in his pockets.

                TRAN hangs her phone up.

                                      TRAN (CONT'D)
                                (under her breath)
                          Fuck.
                                (to LEONARD)
                          Alright... I have a *very* small
                          emergency that I need to take care of,
                          Leonard. Would you mind coming with me? I
                          promise I'll only be... Five minutes.

                                      LEONARD
                          Yeah. Yeah, of course.

                LEONARD begins to unlace his boots.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                          I think I like this one.

                                      TRAN
                          Good! Good. And I promise, we'll come
                          right back here.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TRAN'S CAR - MOMENTS LATER

                TRAN drives, LEONARD sits.

                                      LEONARD
                          Is anything the matter?

                                      TRAN
                                (quickly)
                          No, don't worry.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. TEN'S HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER

                TRAN's car pulls up.

                                      TRAN
                          I'll be five minutes.

                                      LEONARD
                          Okay. Is there anything I can-

                                      TRAN
                                (getting out)
                          No. Five minutes.

                TRAN shuts her car door and walks towards the house.

                                      LEONARD
                          Okay.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TEN'S HOUSE - SAME TIME

                TRAN enters, closing the front door and walking into the
                living room, looking around.

                                      TRAN (SUBTITLE)
                                (shouted in Vietnamese)
                          Mom, I'm here but I can't stay! Mom?

                TRAN sighs and walks upstairs.



                INT. TEN'S BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER

                TRAN slowly opens the door and peeks in to the empty
                bedroom.

                                      TRAN (SUBTITLE)
                                (spoken in Vietnamese)
                          Mom?

                TRAN furrows her brow, and shuts the door.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. TEN'S UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - SAME TIME

                TRAN leans against the door momentarily in thought.

                TRAN heads back downstairs.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TRAN'S CAR - SAME TIME

                LEONARD flips the car radio on and off, which doesn't
                respond. He tips his cowboy hat over his eyes, puts his
                bootless feat on the dashboard, and leans back.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TEN'S DOWNSTAIRS HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER

                A bathroom door is ajar, and TRAN walks towards it. She
                gets a glance into the bathtub, and spins around
                immediately.

                                      TRAN
                          Fuck, that's blood. Fuck, that's a lot of
                          blood. Oh mom. 
                                (turning back to look again,
                                 and whimpering)
                          Oh, God, mom...

                Walking closer to the tub, she stops a few feet in front
                of it.

                                      TRAN (CONT'D)
                          What?

                TRAN reaches into the bathtub and pulls out a waterlogged
                bottle of red wine, dumping out a mixture of wine and
                bath water. 

                TRAN scoffs in disbelief, turning to the sink and picking
                up an open bottle of prescription drugs.

                                      TRAN (CONT'D)
                                (shouting)
                          I fucking hate you so, so much!

                TRAN kicks the bathtub in frustration and begins to wash
                her hands.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TRAN'S CAR - LATER

                LEONARD is back to turning the radio dial on and off. He
                sighs once and then hits the dashboard.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. TEN'S HOUSE

                LEONARD climbs out of the car and walks around to the
                trunk. After a few moments of trying to pull it open in
                vain, he gives up and uncomfortably steps towards the
                front door in socks.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TEN'S HOUSE - SAME TIME

                LEONARD opens the door and enters.

                                      LEONARD
                                (looking around)
                          Uh...

                                      TRAN (O.S.)
                                (muffled)
                          Damn it...

                                      LEONARD
                          Tran?

                No response. LEONARD continues to walk.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TEN'S DOWNSTAIRS HALLWAY - SAME TIME

                LEONARD walks down the hall and turns towards the
                bathroom.

                Inside TRAN has lifted TEN's nude, comatose, wine and
                waterlogged body out of the tub, now in plain view of
                LEONARD.

                                      TRAN
                                (surprised)
                          Leonard, fuck!

                                      LEONARD
                          Shit!
                                (turns away and starts
                                 walking)
                          I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm going back to
                          the car.

                                      TRAN
                          Leonard, wait.

                LEONARD stops, his back to the bathroom.

                                      TRAN (CONT'D)
                          Can you maybe get me a couple of towels
                          first?

                                      LEONARD
                          Of course, yeah. Towels.

                                      TRAN
                          Okay, upstairs, take a right, and they're
                          in the cupboard on the left of the
                          hallway.

                                      LEONARD
                          Alright, yeah!
                                (takes off, and says to
                                 himself)
                          Upstairs, right, cupboard on the left...

                                      TRAN (O.S.)
                                (calling out)
                          Get the big white ones, and thank you!

                                      LEONARD
                                (to himself)
                          The big white ones.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TEN'S UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER

                LEONARD piles white towels into his arms, trying to close
                the cupboard with his shoulders.

                TEN retches off-screen.

                                      TRAN (O.S.)
                                (calling out)
                          Leonard?

                                      LEONARD
                                (shouting)
                          I'm on my way!

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TEN'S STAIRWAY

                LEONARD quickly descends

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TEN'S DOWNSTAIRS HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER

                With a mountain of white towels, LEONARD slowly
                approaches the bathroom.

                                      LEONARD
                          Okay, I'm here, I'm closing my eyes.

                TRAN exits the bathroom alone, grabbing half of LEONARD's
                towels.

                                      TRAN
                          Thank you, thank you, thank you.

                                      LEONARD
                          Oh, hi there. Sorry again.

                                      TRAN
                                (quickly)
                          Don't worry about it.

                TRAN re-enters the bathroom.

                                      TRAN (CONT'D)
                                (from inside the bathroom, as
                                 an afterthought)
                          I'm sorry.

                                      LEONARD
                          Should I go back to the car?

                                      TRAN
                                (ignoring him, still unseen
                                 in the bathroom)
                          Leonard, my mom's robe is in her room on
                          the bed, would you mind getting it?

                                      LEONARD
                          No, of course I wouldn't mind. Just give
                          me a list of shit to do, and I can help
                          out, alright?

                                      TRAN
                                (coughing)
                          Um, I think that might be it, actually.

                                      LEONARD
                          Your mom, huh?

                                      TRAN
                                (sighing)
                          Yeah.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. BATHROOM - LATER

                LEONARD holds up TEN, now robed, while TRAN dries her
                hair.

                                      LEONARD
                          Is she an epileptic or something?

                                      TRAN
                          Not quite, no.

                                      LEONARD
                          Huh.

                                      TRAN
                          This is like, a... Cry for help.

                                      LEONARD
                                (embarrassed)
                          Oh. I'm sorry, Tran.

                                      TRAN
                                (drying TEN's hair harder)
                          Well, fucking don't be. We're going
                          through this same old drama every year it
                          seems like.

                                      LEONARD
                          You sure you don't want me to call an
                          ambulance or nothing?

                                      TRAN
                          I'm sure. She already vomited in the tub.

                                      LEONARD
                          Yeah, alright.

                                      TRAN
                          She's going to be fine. I've seen her
                          barely yawn from twice as many Qualudes
                          and four times the wine.

                                      LEONARD
                          You sure, though?

                                      TRAN
                                (stopping)
                          She doesn't have insurance, and she'd
                          never speak to me again.

                LEONARD nods.

                                      TRAN (CONT'D)
                          Yeah. But thanks.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. TEN'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

                TEN is still out, bundled up on a recliner. TRAN has
                changed out of her suit and into one of her mother's
                sweaters and jeans. She seems dazed.

                LEONARD enters holding two mugs.

                                      LEONARD
                                (handing her a mug)
                          Here, I made some tea.

                                      TRAN
                          Leonard, aw...

                                      LEONARD
                          Don't worry about it.

                LEONARD takes a seat next to TRAN on the couch.

                                      TRAN
                          You really... Thanks so much for
                          everything today. I feel very retarded.
                          But I promise, we will get out to house
                          hunt, alright?

                                      LEONARD
                                (laughs)
                          Tran, don't beat yourself up about that.

                                      TRAN
                          Yeah? But anyway, I... Thanks.

                                      LEONARD
                          Don't be embarrassed or anything, yeah.

                                      TRAN
                          If you want to go, I mean, you can. I can
                          handle it.

                                      LEONARD
                          Well, I'll clear out if you want.

                                      TRAN
                          No, I mean, you can stay. I just mean,
                          you know, if you- don't feel like you
                          have to baby-sit my mom.

                                      LEONARD
                          I don't feel like that. And it isn't like
                          I really have anywhere else to be, 'sides
                          back to the hotel and whatnot.

                                      TRAN
                          You're living in a hotel?

                                      LEONARD
                          Yeah, well, just until I find my house.

                                      TRAN
                          Oh, Leonard. I'm so sorry I've cancelled
                          on you twice now.

                                      LEONARD
                          No, I mean it, don't get down on yourself
                          about that.

                                      TRAN
                          Living in a hotel-

                                      LEONARD
                          I mean it, I'm fine.

                                      TRAN
                                (sighing)
                          Tomorrow. I promise.

                                      LEONARD
                          Don't worry.

                They sip tea.

                                      TRAN
                          Can I ask why Cimarron?

                                      LEONARD
                          Oh, well... Ah, yeah, I guess I can... I
                          got some health issues.

                                      TRAN
                          Oh, I can but out, if-

                                      LEONARD
                          Nah, I'm not ashamed. I've had Diabetes
                          for a few years now, and pretty recently,
                          I had a coma.

                                      TRAN
                          Man.

                                      LEONARD
                          Yeah. I'm no good at taking care of
                          myself, and I've got this nutritionist
                          who I used to see, until he moved down
                          here.

                                      TRAN
                          You followed your nutritionist to New
                          Mexico?

                                      LEONARD
                          Yeah, well. He's my friend, too.

                                      TRAN
                          I think that's really sweet.

                                      LEONARD
                          I just didn't want to die, I guess. So
                          can I ask about you?

                                      TRAN
                          What do you want to know?

                                      LEONARD
                          Well, like... Are you alright?

                                      TRAN
                          Leonard, I think my life is falling
                          apart.

                LEONARD nods for a moment, before scooting next to TRAN,
                who sets down her tea and leans against LEONARD's
                shoulder.

                                      TRAN (CONT'D)
                                (beginning to cry)
                          Is this okay? I'll leave you alone.

                                      LEONARD
                          This is fine.

                                      TRAN
                                (breaking down)
                          Mom's a mess, and she just blames
                          everything on me. And whenever I look at
                          her, all I can think is, there's you,
                          Tran: There's you at fifty-eight.

                TRAN sobs.

                                      LEONARD
                                (giving her shoulders a
                                 squeeze)
                          I wouldn't worry about that, really,
                          Tran. It's pretty easy to not end up like
                          your folks, I mean, especially when
                          they're wrecks like that, no offense.

                                      TRAN
                          I don't even want her to be happy, I
                          don't care if she dies tonight- which she
                          won't. I just want her to leave me alone
                          forever!

                                      LEONARD
                          Yeah.

                                      TRAN
                          And I want Thomas to leave me alone
                          forever.

                                      LEONARD
                          Thomas?

                                      TRAN
                          He's this... Honestly, Leonard, you don't
                          want to know.

                                      LEONARD
                          An ex-boyfriend?

                TRAN doesn't respond.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                          I'm sorry.

                                      TRAN
                          No, he is. There's... He's a very big
                          problem.

                                                                FADE TO:



                INT. TEN'S LIVING ROOM - MIDNIGHT

                LEONARD hangs out of the window, whittling away at
                another stick. TEN still sleeps on her chair.

                LEONARD is torn apart, and watches the moon, mindlessly
                sharpening and sharpening.

                A light clicks on behind him.

                                      LEONARD
                                (half dazed)
                          What's wrong, don't worry, I'm watching
                          her.

                TEN, robed and awake, sees LEONARD in her window and
                screams.

                LEONARD spins around shocked, and sees TEN.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                          No, uh... Don't worry, Ms. Pham! I'm not
                          here to... uh, y'know, whatever-

                TEN screams at LEONARD in Vietnamese

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                          I'm sorry! I don't speak... that!

                TEN points at LEONARD and continues to bark at him.

                LEONARD notices he's still clutching his whittling knife.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                                (dropping the knife)
                          Oh, shit! No, no, no, no, no! Ma'am, I'm
                          not going to hurt you, I- I promise!

                TEN backs away, yelling and raving.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                                (slowly following her)
                          You had a little accident earlier, and I
                          was just trying to help you out a bit,
                          okay? I'm a friend of Tran's, who's
                          apparently a very, very deep sleeper...

                TEN stops.

                                      TEN
                          Tran?

                                      LEONARD
                                (slowly and clearly)
                          Yeah! Yeah, I'm a friend of Tran's, I was
                          just trying to help you.

                                      TEN
                                (extremely labored English)
                          Friend.

                                      LEONARD
                          Right. Tran's friend.

                                      TEN
                                (smiling)
                          Tran's boyfriend?

                                      LEONARD
                          What? No, no, that's not quite it.

                TEN continues to smile and sits down on the couch,
                motioning LEONARD to sit next to her. LEONARD shrugs and
                sighs, obliging.

                                      TEN
                          Oh... Handsome!

                                      LEONARD
                          Thank you, ma'am, but again-

                                      TEN
                          Tran lonely. So sad.

                                      LEONARD
                          I know. Yeah, I know.

                After a moment, TEN coos, happily.

                                      TEN
                          Oh, so handsome!

                                      LEONARD
                                (chuckling)
                          Yeah, you mentioned that.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. TEN'S HOUSE - THE NEXT MORNING

                TEN, TRAN and LEONARD walk towards TRAN's car. TEN and
                TRAN are arm in arm, LEONARD a few feet to their side.

                TRAN says something to her mother in Vietnamese, and TEN
                snaps back at her. They argue momentarily before TRAN
                sighs and continues to her car, TEN staying on the
                sidewalk. LEONARD begins to follow TRAN, but TEN grabs
                his arm.

                LEONARD turns to meet TEN as TRAN enters her car.

                TEN smiles at LEONARD and leans up to kiss his cheek.

                                      LEONARD
                          Goodbye, Ms. Pham.

                                      TEN
                                (sweetly)
                          Goodbye.

                LEONARD enters TRAN's car.



                INT. TRAN'S CAR - SAME TIME

                TEN watches the two from outside.

                                      TRAN
                          I'm sorry about my mother, Leonard.

                                      LEONARD
                          She'll be alright, I bet.

                                      TRAN
                          No, she won't.

                                      LEONARD
                          Well.

                                      TRAN
                          Leonard, I need to find you a house, so
                          I'm going to at least momentarily forget
                          about all of this so that I can at least
                          try and help you.

                                      LEONARD
                          Tran, why don't you take the day, huh? I
                          think you could use it.

                                      TRAN
                          Leonard...

                                      LEONARD
                          I'm fine at that hotel, Tran. But I don't
                          even think I'm up for a house hunt today,
                          so I can't begin to imagine how you're
                          feeling about it.

                                      TRAN
                          I-

                TRAN sighs.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

                LEONARD is laying on his bed. He reaches for EDMUND's
                book, and turns to the red page. Then, for his telephone.
                He dials nine first.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. EDMUND'S BEDROOM - SAME TIME

                EDMUND and his WIFE are asleep. The phone begins to ring.
                EDMUND wakes up and grabs the phone.

                                      EDMUND
                                (quietly)
                          Edmund Collard.
                                (normally)
                          Leonard? Alright, sit down, be calm, do
                          exactly what I say.
                                (pause)
                          What? Then... What's this about? Yeah, of
                          course I'm your friend.

                EDMUND exits the bedroom.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. LIVING ROOM - SAME TIME

                EDMUND turns on a light and sits on his couch.

                                      EDMUND
                          Leonard, you're not making any sense.
                                (pause)
                          What? Well, Leonard, that's great! Who is
                          she? Uh-huh. Yeah. Oh... Oh, I see.
                                (clears is throat)
                          Well, I mean, have you met this guy? No,
                          I mean, well... he could be tough. Or
                          big. Is he from the city? Well, you're
                          from the country. Did he hit her or
                          anything?
                                (pause)
                          Huh. Alright. Well, you're from Texas,
                          Leonard. Own that. Just come at him as
                          Texas as you can possibly get and you'll
                          probably scare the bastard shitless.
                                (laughs)
                          No, it sounds like you're crazy about
                          her. No, no, don't sweat it, Leonard,
                          that's what I'm here for. Hey, while I've
                          got you, how's the diet holding up?
                                (pause)
                          Oh. Of course I understand. Yeah, we'll
                          talk later. Good luck with everything,
                          pal.

                EDMUND clicks the phone off and heads for his bedroom.

                                      EDMUND (CONT'D)
                          It's nothing, Cheryl. Go back to sleep.

                                                                FADE TO:



                INT. TRAN'S ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

                TRAN's phone rings. She clicks on a light and picks up
                her receiver off of the night stand.

                                      TRAN
                                (tired)
                          Hello? Oh, hey Leonard.
                                (yawns)
                          No, it's fine. I'm sorry, what's that?
                                (pause)
                          Oh. No, of course that's no problem. No,
                          I mean it. I mean, you're basically
                          setting the schedule here, so if you
                          don't mind the extra night in a hotel,
                          then who am I to...
                                (pause)
                          Yeah, of course we can reschedule.
                                (pause)
                          Uh, well, actually, I do have something
                          going Friday morning. Yeah, I know. But
                          how about after two? Would that work for
                          you? Okay. Yeah, okay.
                                (pause)
                          No, you really shouldn't worry about
                          that. Maybe another day is what I need,
                          who knows? Alright, yeah.
                                (pause)
                          Hey, Leonard... Everything going okay?
                                (she nods)
                          Just checking. Alright. Then Friday it
                          is. Okay, Leonard. Goodnight.

                TRAN hangs up her phone and pauses a moment before
                clicking off her light and heading back to sleep.

                                                                FADE TO:



                INT. THOMAS' APARTMENT - MOMENTS LATER

                THOMAS is sifting through his refrigerator when his phone
                begins to ring. He shoots up and pivots, walking over to
                answer.

                                      THOMAS
                          Hello? Yes, speaking.
                                (pause)
                          I'm sorry? Uh... Who is this? Do I know
                          you?
                                (a long pause)
                          Fucking... How did you get this number?
                          No, that is important.
                                (cutting him off)
                          Hey, hey, hey- Look, mister, you don't
                          know the half of that situation- no, shut
                          up! Look, I may have done a few things
                          that I'm not proud of, but don't you go
                          barking at me about something that's-
                          that you don't- it's not even any of your
                          fucking business, mister!
                                (pause)
                          What?
                                (pause, exhaling)
                          Okay... Well, why should I?
                                (pause)
                          I'm sorry, is that a threat?

                After a short pause, THOMAS sits down on the floor of his
                kitchen, looking struck.

                                      THOMAS (CONT'D)
                          Alright. Fine. Hang on a second.

                THOMAS pulls a pad of paper and a pen off of his kitchen
                counter.

                                      THOMAS (CONT'D)
                          Go ahead, I guess.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                INT. HOTEL ROOM - LATER

                LEONARD zips up his coat and secures his cowboy hat. 

                From his belt, LEONARD produces a six-shooter revolver,
                punching out the chamber and giving it a spin to see that
                it's loaded. It is. 

                LEONARD nods, gives himself a pat over, and exits the
                room.

                                                                 CUT TO:



                EXT. THE PARK - DUSK

                A nervous THOMAS SEXTON walks towards the center of a
                park. 

                He looks around, but visibility is low. 

                THOMAS stops and checks his watch. Standing in place, he
                continues to look around uncomfortably.

                LEONARD is perched against a tree behind THOMAS

                                      LEONARD
                          Sexton?

                THOMAS jumps and spins, staring at LEONARD.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                          Just relax.

                                      THOMAS
                          Alright. I'm here.

                                      LEONARD
                          That's right, Sexton.

                After a moment, LEONARD holds his gun to THOMAS,
                approaching him.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                          So, lookie here, dirtbag, you've gotta be
                          taken care of.

                Horror washes over THOMAS's face, then tears.

                                      THOMAS
                          Oh God!

                THOMAS curls into a ball and rocks, screaming into the
                grass.

                                      THOMAS (CONT'D)
                          No, no, no, please! Ohhhhh, God...

                                      LEONARD
                          Look at me. Hey! Sexton, look at me!

                THOMAS continues to yelp and hyperventilate.

                                      THOMAS
                          No... Why... Ah no...

                LEONARD kicks THOMAS in his side a few times to roll him
                over, gun aimed at his head.

                                      LEONARD
                          Get up and look at me, you piece of shit!

                THOMAS' eyes are sealed shut and he weeps and babbles.

                                      THOMAS
                          Oh, fuck, no... Ohh... God...

                LEONARD lowers his gun for a moment, looking THOMAS over.

                                      LEONARD
                          Shit... You're young.

                                      THOMAS
                                (in between snot and coughs)
                          What?

                                      LEONARD
                          I suppose you would be... She's young,
                          isn't she?
                                (sighs)
                          How old are you, Thomas?

                                      THOMAS
                                (hysterics)
                          I don't wanna die, Leonard, don't kill me
                          please!

                LEONARD holds his revolver out to his side, letting
                holding it by his finger.

                                      LEONARD
                          Sexton, look at me! I'm not even holding
                          the gun at you anymore, okay?

                                      THOMAS
                          No!

                                      LEONARD
                          Sexton, look at me.

                THOMAS barely begins to open his eyes, wincing tight.

                                      THOMAS
                          No... Leonard don't kill me...

                                      LEONARD
                          For right now we're just gonna talk,
                          alright?

                THOMAS whimpers.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                          But for God's sake, Thomas, if you carry
                          on weeping and spitting, I'm gonna shoot
                          you like a fucking dog, right in your
                          head.

                THOMAS dry heaves.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                          Hey, but right now, you and I, we're just
                          talking.

                                      THOMAS
                                (finally, after a few deep
                                 breaths)
                          Just talking.

                                      LEONARD
                          That's right. So get up.

                                      THOMAS
                          I... yeah.

                THOMAS gets to his knees and pulls himself up.

                He meekly looks LEONARD in the eye, face to face.

                LEONARD shakes his head after a moment.

                                      LEONARD
                          I hate you.

                                      THOMAS
                                (submissive)
                          Yes.

                                      LEONARD
                          You're scum.

                                      THOMAS
                          I'm scum.

                                      LEONARD
                          I scrape shit like you right off the
                          bottom of my boots and I do it with the
                          rustiest, crustiest knife I own, you
                          understand?

                                      THOMAS
                          I understand.

                                      LEONARD
                          You're on some... Whatever, some sort of
                          bullshit, personal, dramatics trip, and
                          you never stop to think that you're
                          torturing that girl? That you're
                          destroying that girl?

                                      THOMAS
                          I never think, Leonard, I never think.

                                      LEONARD
                          Shut up and let me talk.

                                      THOMAS
                          Yes, sir.

                                      LEONARD
                          She's a ghost. She hasn't lived a day in
                          a long time, Sexton, and I don't like
                          that. And I hate you. So one way or
                          another, we're getting you out of her
                          life. For good.

                THOMAS' lip begins to shake again.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                          Cut that out right now.

                THOMAS lowers his head, nodding.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                          You don't have the right to associate
                          with her, Sexton. Not anymore. She's
                          precious, and beautiful, and intelligent,
                          and you're a fucking leach. You are dirt.

                LEONARD sighs, THOMAS still looking down.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                          But I ain't gonna kill you. 'Cause you're
                          just a kid.

                THOMAS finally responds.

                                      THOMAS
                          Well... What, then?

                                      LEONARD
                          You're leaving town. Tonight.

                                      THOMAS
                          I- well... How?

                With is gun, LEONARD points to THOMAS' car.

                                      LEONARD
                          That's your vehicle, right?

                                      THOMAS
                          Yes, sir.

                LEONARD digs into his back pocket and pulls out a roll of
                100 dollar bills.

                                      LEONARD
                          You're taking this money, you're getting
                          in your vehicle, and you're driving-
                                (points east)
                          - that way until you hit water. Ocean.

                THOMAS sniffs, then coughs. LEONARD holds out the roll of
                bills, and after a moment, THOMAS takes them.

                THOMAS eyes his bills, then LEONARD.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                          What?

                                      THOMAS
                                (pointing east)
                          Why that way?

                                      LEONARD
                          That's east. That way you drive into the
                          sunrise.

                THOMAS gulps, his lip shaking for a moment before he
                takes a big breath in and nods his head.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                          So go on. Git.

                THOMAS holds his roll of bills and turns around, walking
                towards his car. Fifteen paces behind, LEONARD follows.

                LEONARD stands behind THOMAS' car as he fires up the
                engine.

                THOMAS waves out the back window and begins to drive off,
                LEONARD watching.

                CU LEONARD'S EYES

                The sound of THOMAS' engine gets quieter and quieter. As
                it just about fades, LEONARD coughs and winces.

                                                          FADE TO BLACK.

                Text clicks on-screen.

                                      ON-SCREEN TEXT
                          Four months later.

                                                                FADE IN:



                INT. LEONARD'S TOWNHOUSE - AFTERNOON

                LEONARD CHRISTIAN looks healthy.

                The on-screen text clicks off.

                LEONARD is grabbing his coat and putting on his hat, when
                his cell phone rings.

                LEONARD pulls out his phone.

                                      LEONARD
                                (flipping it open)
                          Hello? Edmund, what's going on? Uh-huh,
                          I'm just heading out. I know. I'm running
                          a little late.
                                (pause)
                          Yeah? Well, what'd she make?
                                (laughs)
                          It sounds awful. 
                                (pause)
                          No, no. I'll be there in twenty.

                LEONARD hangs up his phone and tucks it back into his
                coat, leaving his room.

                Out of his bedroom window, we watch as he climbs into a
                brown sedan, turning over the engine and heading off.

                LEONARD's telephone rings. After four rings, the machine
                picks up.

                                      LEONARD (CONT'D)
                                (machine recording)
                          Hey, you reached Leonard Christian. Let
                          me know after the beep.

                The machine beeps.

                                      TRAN
                                (over the machine)
                          Leonard? It's Tran. I hope you're doing
                          well. I know it's- it's been a few- a
                          while. So I hope that... we can-
                                (pause)
                          Look, what you did wasn't right, okay? We
                          don't- nobody acts like that in the real
                          world, right? I mean, you know that.
                                (sighs)
                          But there's too much Texas in you, or
                          whatever. It's not important. Look, I'm
                          not condoning this in any way, but- ah, I
                          felt like I had to call, because-
                                (sighs)
                          Leonard, in a very fucked up way, you
                          kind of saved my life here. I don't know.
                          I guess I'm kind trying to say thanks.
                          And that I hope the move went well for
                          you.
                                (a pause, now with a bit of a
                                 broken voice)
                          Leonard, for both of our sake, please
                          don't call me back, okay? Bye.

                The machine clicks.

                                                           CUT TO BLACK.

Return to Simply Scripts