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DROP DEAD FADE IN: INT. BATHROOM - DAY The room is very clean and spacious. MICHAEL, costumed, 30ish, is relaxing in a corner behind the door, smoking. After a couple of minutes the door slams open. JIM enters. Jim also 30ish, costumed, embonpoint. Looks kind of frustrated. JIM Shit, shit shit. He slams the door shut and sees Michael. JIM Oh uh, hi there Michael, so this is where you've been all along heh. MICHAEL (nods) That's right. Jim's sweating, nervous. Michael on the other hand is calmness himself. MICHAEL What's the rumpus? JIM Well uh, my gir... uh your and my girlfriend's dad is pissing me off. MICHAEL Yeah he does that sometimes. JIM Sometimes? He's been on my back since we've been here. MICHAEL Hence I try to avoid him. JIM Yeah smart move, I need to relax for a bit or I swear I punch him in the face. MICHAEL Don't do that or Amy will be mad. JIM Yeah Amy, she sees what her dad is doing and she let's him, goddamnit they both piss me off. MICHAEL What are they doing? JIM What do you mean? MICHAEL I've been here for the past hour or so, so I don't know what they're doing right now. JIM Oh the usual, kids are playing, grownups are chatting, old people are eating desserts. MICHAEL Almost time to leave then. JIM Thank God. MICHAEL I'm an atheist, I don't thank God. JIM Figure of speech. A small pause of silence. MICHAEL So Jimmy has grown up has he. JIM Yeah, he's been playing baseball and he's quite good at it as well. Goddamnit, the trouble is Amy's dad loves baseball so he comes and checks it out but he criticizes too harsh you know. MICHAEL I know. JIM So why don't you and Sara have any kids. MICHAEL I don't feel like it. JIM You don't feel like it? MICHAEL Nah, I'm waiting for the old man to pass away, I still remember Jimmy's birth. JIM God yeah, so long ago but I still remember it as well, it's like it wasn't my son that was coming out of the ... Well you know but his'. MICHAEL Exactly. JIM (nods) Okay yeah now I see. Jim walks over to the toilets. JIM Gotta get rid of the bad wine. MICHAEL His basement is filled with expensive wine but for a barbecue cheap wine will do. JIM Guess so, cheap old bastard. Jim starts micturating. MICHAEL You know, ever since I was a kid I hated family gathers, and the old man always wants his kids around, even though they're grown up now, I don't blame Sara for going because else he will whine the crap out of us... Me. JIM Yeah I went away on vacation once without telling him, he sent descriptions to cops everywhere. MICHAEL That's shocking. JIM Yeah it was, we were about to cross the border and we couldn't cross it, we had to wait there for a whole day. MICHAEL Typical. JIM Ruined the rest of the week as well. Michael nods and puts up another cigarette. Jim zips his pants and walks over to the door. MICHAEL Wash the hands. JIM Sure. Jim washes his hands. JIM I see you're not going to go back yet. MICHAEL Sara'll come and get me, then I shake hands and then I'm free to go. JIM Good plan, I have to go back though. Fucking hell. Short pause. JIM Well uh, I'll see you at the handshake then. MICHAEL Ye. Jim leaves. MICHAEL "You will enjoy yourself" dammit woman, every time. Couple of minutes later the door opens and in comes JIMMY. A young kid, 15, active, healthy, baseball cap. MICHAEL Hi there Jimmy. JIMMY Oh hi uncle Mike, what's up? MICHAEL The sky I guess. JIMMY Haha. Jimmy runs over to a toilet. MICHAEL I heard you were getting pretty good at baseball. Jimmy's smile fades a bit. JIMMY Yeah it's okay but... MICHAEL But what? JIMMY I'm thinking about quitting. MICHAEL Why? JIMMY I don't want to hurt dad but grandpa is really getting on my nerves at times. MICHAEL Yeah he's a pain in the ass. Jimmy zips his pants. JIMMY If I suck he yells stuff if I play good he just sits there. MICHAEL Yeah. JIMMY Well see ya. MICHAEL Wash your hands kid. JIMMY Oh yeah. Jimmy washes his hands and leaves. MICHAEL Like father like son. He watches his watch. MICHAEL I hope I still get to see "The Godfather 3". Fucking family gathers. He dumps a bud in the bin an lights a new cig. Couple of minutes later. Amy walks in. AMY (nod) Michael. Amy goes into a cubicle. AMY (O.S.) Chicken always make me shit. Michael laughs. MICHAEL Yeah. AMY (O.S.) So how's things with my sis? MICHAEL Great, great. You? AMY (O.S.) Uuh I wish It'd be over with, my dad has an argument with Jim, and they're both so stubborn. God I hate it when they fight, and they do it all the time. MICHAEL I heard, that's why I avoid him. AMY (O.S.) Yeah and you're succeeding he hasn't dropped a word about you. MICHAEL Good, let's keep it that way. Amy smirks, flushes, washes hands. AMY See you later. MICHAEL Yeah, when the time is ripe. Amy leaves with a smile. Couple of minutes later a pretty woman enters. SARA. Michael throws away his cig. MICHAEL Finally, where've you been? Japan and back? Sara doesn't respond and her eyes are somewhere else. MICHAEL What's wrong? The tears come. Michael holds her. MICHAEL What's wrong honey? SARA Dad... MICHAEL What about him? SARA He just had a heartattack. MICHAEL Oh God. SARA The last words anyone said to him were from Jim, "Drop dead asshole". MICHAEL Geez. FADE TO BLACK.
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