Miss Pennsylvania Scene 1

CITY OF PHILADELPHIA – MORNING

An aerial of the city of Philadelphia.  The Naval yard, unsightly oil tanks, and the Sports Complex are passed over.  The Citizen’s Bank Park sign is clearly visible along with the scoreboard, and large Phillies logo.  The web of the interstate system comes into focus, and a delivery van moves its way through light traffic.  The side of the van says Philadelphia Inquirer.  The van signals its exit, and leaves the highway at St. David’s (maybe need to look up Inquirer distribution locations).   The van pulls through an intersection, and signals a turn into a business complex.  A mid-nineties station wagon in poor condition is leaving the same complex. 

A SUBURB OF PHILADELPHIA – MORNING

The station wagon is driving slowly down a residential street.  At several houses the station wagon slows to almost a complete stop, and a newspaper is ejected out of the passenger side window.  Outside a modest one story home the wagon slows again, and a paper leaves the window.  It flies through the air towards the front porch. 

INT – BEDROOM

The sun lights a bedroom of average size.  The room is an organized mess, neat piles of clothes on top of dressers, books sloppily piled into a bookcase, framed baseball memorabilia hangs haphazardly on the walls.  There is a framed Phillies jersey reading WALKER and the number 9.  In one corner two people sleep back to back in a frameless bed.  A mass of blankets and comforters cover them from the shoulders down.  Next to the bed is a night stand with a half empty bottle of water, an unplugged clock, cell phone, and a well worn paperback copy of Bonfire of the Vanities.  In the corner adjacent to the bed a dog sleeps on a pile of mismatched towels.  A THUD is heard from the exterior of the house. 

EXT – HOUSE

A plastic covered newspaper lands on the front walk and slides to a stop in the grass.

INT – BEDROOM

The dog opens its eyes, rises, and slowly stretches.  It walks slowly towards the bed.  LUCAS  lies in bed, he is late twenties, closely cropped hair, one day’s worth of stubble on face.  The dog rests his head on the mattress, and Lucas opens one eye. 

 

 

LUCAS

(Whispering)

Huckleberry, we have to do something about your breath.

Huckleberry sits at attention and raps his tail against the hardwood floor with increased enthusiasm. JILL is in her mid-twenties, she still has both eyes shut.  Her hair spreads in all directions.  She exhales loudly.

JILL

Luke, what is that fucking noise?  It’s like the loudest thing I’ve ever heard.

LUCAS

(building towards excitement)

It’s just Huckleberry.  He wants to get the paper.  You want to get the paper Huck?

Huckleberry begins to shake with excitement, and places one paw up on the mattress. 

JILL

(frustrated)

Do you have to encourage him like that? 

Huck’s tail gets even louder, and he barks once. 

JILL CONT

(yelling into pillow)

Huck!  Be quiet.  God, if you want to do something useful teach him to get me a cup of coffee. 

LUCAS

I don’t trust him with appliances. 

Lucas swings both legs off the bed, and begins searching with bare feet for a pair of slippers just under the mattress.  He slides one foot in, but as he is about to put on the other slipper Huckleberry snatches it in his mouth, and races towards the bedroom door. 

LUCAS

(amused)

Huck.  Get back here you shifty son of a bitch. 

Luke stands.  He’s wearing a threadbare Phillies t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts.  He grabs the cell phone and water bottle off the nightstand, and walks a few steps to a closet door.  He opens the door, and pulls a cotton robe off a hook on the back of the door.  He slides into the robe, and attempting to put his phone in the pocket he misses, and it rattles to the floor.  Huckleberry re-appears in the doorway still carrying the slipper in his mouth. 

LUCAS

(to Huckleberry)

I’m coming Meat. 

JILL

Could you make more noise?

Lucas leaves the room, slamming the door shut behind him.  He walks to the front door where Huckleberry is waiting. 

LUCAS

(Sternly, while undoing dead-bolt)

Huck, drop the slipper. 

Huck gags out the slipper, and forces his way through the door.  Huck goes straight for the paper, picks it up neatly, and then moves to the edge of the yard where he lifts his leg on a bush.  Lucas waits at the door, and retrieves a  dog biscuit from a tin on the floor.  Jill passes behind him quickly.  At the door Lucas trades the biscuit for the paper, which is dropped at his feet.  Lucas walks into the kitchen. 

INT – KITCHEN

Jill sits at a well worn wooden table.  Her hair has been pulled into a ponytail.  She has her feet pulled up underneath her, and a long sleeve t-shirt stretched down to her toes.  The table is cluttered with old newspaper.  An empty napkin holder sits in the middle of the table along with a half-used roll of paper towels, and a salt shaker.  Lucas drops paper on the table, and walks behind the counter.  He empties the water bottle on top of a few dirty dishes.  A television turns on in the background.  Lucas begins preparations for coffee. 

LUCAS

You want a pop-tart? Tastykake?

Jill shakes her head.  Lucas pulls a foil package from a cupboard and tears it open.  He sticks a cold pop-tart in his mouth. 

JILL

(dismissive)

I’ll get some cereal in a minute.  I can’t believe you still eat…

Lucas chews his bite, waiting for her to finish.

JILL

(with disbelief)

Isn’t this your Dad?

Jill holds up a section of the paper.  Lucas walks back to the table, and takes the paper out of her hand.  A headline reads, “Phillies Shake Up: Walker in as New Manager.”

LUCAS

(incredulous)

You’ve got to be fucking shitting me.  He finally pulled it off.  I’m surprised the sun came up today. 

The phone in the pocket of Lucas’s robe begins to vibrate.  He answers. 

LUCAS  CONT.

What’s up Fish? (

FISH

(singing through the phone)

  I had a friend who was a big baseball player, back in high school…he could throw that speed ball by you, make you look like a fool boy

LUCAS

(fighting laughter)

What do you want Fish? 

FISH

(still singing)

Glory Days!  In the wink of a young girl’s eye, Glory Days, Glory Days.

Why didn’t you tell me Walk?  Number fucking nine is back?  How perfect is this? 

LUCAS

Are you joking?  It’s a fucking travesty.  He couldn’t manage a Denny’s.

FISH

(laughter)

Whatever, I want to sit in the dugout opening day!  No, fuck that, I want to sit with one of the foul ball sluts.  They’re so, so cute.  Can we make this happen?

LUCAS

Yeah, I’ll get you a pair of the booty shorts, what’s your size?

FISH

Large Walk, extra large. 

LUCAS

Right.  Fish, I gotta go.  I’ll see you at the bar later.

Lucas shakes his head, and ends the phone call.

JILL

I can’t believe your Dad is going to manage the Phillies.  You really knew nothing about it? 

Lucas shakes his head.

JILL CONT

I bet business at the bar picks up. 

LUCAS

Couldn’t hurt I guess.  Might cut down on the old man’s glad handing though. 

JILL

What’s the big deal?  You should be happy for him?

LUCAS

Why?  He’s going to end up fucking it up, making a fool of himself.

JILL

Wow, you really hate him, don’t you?

LUCAS

(shaking his head)

I don’t hate him.  I just know him.

JILL

What the hell does that mean?

LUCAS

It means I need to get in the shower.

Lucas takes a final look at the paper, tosses it aside with disgust, turns and leaves the kitchen.

JILL

(Calling after him)

What about the coffee?

LUCAS

(out of picture)

Help yourself. 

Jill pouts, and looks at the half-eaten pop tart with disgust.  Barely touching the corner she flicks it onto the floor, where Huckleberry quickly scrambles to finish it off. 

INT – BATHROOM

A shower is running in the bathroom, curtain pulled closed.  Jill is standing in the open doorway, facing the shower.  She is holding a coffee mug in one hand.  The water turns off, and Lucas’s hand reaches from inside the shower pulling a towel off the towel rack.  A moment later he pulls the curtain back, and steps out of the shower.  The towel is wrapped around his waist. 

JILL

(innocently)

I brought you some coffee.

Lucas forces a half-smile, and takes the mug from her, but simply sets it on the counter next to the sink.  He tries to move around Jill, but she gets in his way.  She rises onto her tip-toes, and gives Lucas a quick kiss.  She then kisses his chest, and her right hand traces a line down from Lucas’s shoulder, finding a visible scar above the elbow.  Lucas pulls his arm away. 

JILL CONT

(seductively)

You want to take another shower?

LUCAS

Nope.

JILL

(frustrated)

Fine.  You want to talk about it?  Your dad I mean?  What’s the matter Luke?

LUCAS

I liked you better when you didn’t ask so many questions. 

Lucas walks around Jill, and leaves the bathroom.  Jill looks like she is about to follow him out into the bedroom, but instead turns and reaches inside the shower, turning the water back on.  The sound of a phone RINGING is heard through the water. 

INT – BEDROOM

Lucas walks over to a dresser, and looks at his phone.  He rolls his eyes before answering. 

LUCAS

What the fuck Fish?  I just talked to you.

FISH

I know, but listen, listen to this.  You have to join Facebook.  You’re throwing a party at Nine’s. Welcome back your Pops, pack the place with chicks, but we need head-count.  So you have to shine some of your star-power on Facebook. 

While Fish is talking Lucas pulls on a pair of boxers, and tosses his towel aside.  Balancing the phone with his shoulder he pulls on a pair of khaki pants. 

LUCAS

Fish, what the fuck are you talking about?

FISH

(slowly)

Ok, there is this thing that connects all the computers.  It’s called the inter-net.  And, on the internet there are sites.  And one of these sites is called Facebook, its really fancy…

LUCAS

I know what Facebook is.

FISH

Ok, then fucking sign up, and then we’re going to create this party, and I’m going to bang out a few chicks. 

LUCAS

Hold on a sec?

Lucas puts the phone down, and grabs a t-shirt off the dresser.  He pulls it on over his head, and picks the phone back up.  He sits on the bed, and Huckleberry gets up from his bed, and walks over, setting his head in Lucas’s lap.  Lucas scratches Huck’s head with his free hand.

LUCAS CONT

Yeah, sorry Fish, can’t you just do it?

FISH

No, I can’t just do it.  I’m me, you’re you. Your dad uses MVP awards as coasters.  My dad is in a dart league.  Do I need to go on?

LUCAS

No, I mean, can’t you just sign up as me?  And do everything?

FISH

Oh, shit.  Yeah, I can do that Walk.  Good idea, great fucking idea.  Why didn’t I think of this? I’m on it bro.  Oh, you might want to get rid of Jill before next Saturday, because this is going to be a historic gathering of pussy. 

LUCAS

You’re an idiot Fish.  Seriously I gotta go.  See you at the bar.

FISH

Later Walk. 

Lucas tosses phone aside on mattress, and falls back onto a pillow.  He exhales deeply, and closes his eyes.

JILL

Who was on the phone?  Was it your Dad?

Jill comes out of the bathoom wearing a towel.  Her wet hair is slicked back.  She approaches the bed.

JILL CONT

Luke?  Who was on the phone, babe?

Lucas opens his eyes, maneuvers up onto his elbows, raising himself off the pillow.

LUCAS

Just Fish again.

JILL

Ugh, he’s a little exhausting isn’t he?  What did he want this time, Trish’s phone number?

Jill slides onto the bed, and positions herself next to Lucas.

LUCAS

No, I wouldn’t do that to Trish. He wants to throw a party at Nine’s for my dad.

JILL

(incredulous)

Really?  Did you hang up on him immediately for mentioning your dad?

LUCAS

Funny.  No, it has nothing to do with my dad.  He just wants to see how many people he can pack in there.  He wants me to put it on Facebook.

Jill begins laughing

JILL

You on Facebook?  I’d love to see that.  You’d sit there all day rejecting friend inviations.

LUCAS

I told him he could sign me up, do whatever.

JILL

(worried)

Do you think that’s smart?  It’s Fish, can you trust him not to do something weird or gross?

LUCAS

He won’t do anything.  He’s all talk.  Almost every word out of his mouth is total bullshit.  Been that way ever since t-ball.  Fucking six years old, thought he was Wade Boggs. 

JILL

Aww, t-ball.  I wish I had gotten to see you play baseball Luke.  I would have made a good baseball girlfriend, don’t you think?

LUCAS

What’s a baseball girlfriend?

JILL

You know, just sit in the stands and look hot.  Not really paying attention to anything in particular. 

Jill looks up at Lucas, flashes a wide smile.

LUCAS

(playfully)

Oh, that?  Yeah, you would have been fucking amazing at that.  The best.  You are, like, the super hottest.  All the other girls would have hated you.

Lucas pulls Jill closer to him, and kisses the top of her head.  He slides a hand underneath the towel, and softly rubs her back. 

 

JILL

I know.  Oh well, another life maybe.  What time is it?  I’ve to get out of here. 

Jill pulls away from Lucas slightly, and re-adjusts her towel.

JILL CONT

Do you want me to drop Huck off at your Mom’s?

LUCAS

No, I’ll do it.  I was going to hang out there for a while, let Huck loose on the farm.

JILL

Ok.  Time to go.  God, I don’t want to go. 

Jill sits up in bed, and begins to rise to her feet.  She takes one step away from the bed.

LUCAS

(abruptly)

Hey, I’m sorry I was a jerk this morning. 

Lucas reaches a hand out in Jill’s direction.  She takes it, pulls herself back towards him, and kisses him. 

JILL

It’s all right.  You can’t help it. 

They kiss again, and then a final time, quickly.  Jill starts to move away from the bed again, and she stops next to Huckleberry.  She reaches down to pet him.

JILL CONT

And I’m sorry for being mad at Huckleberry this morning.  He knows I can’t help it. 

Jill stands up, and returns to the bathroom.  Lucas gets out of bed

LUCAS

Huckleberry knows all.  You ready to go to grandma’s house Huck?

Huckleberry perks up at the mention of his name, and gets off the floor.  He picks up a dog toy, and moves towards the door.  Lucas walks to the bathroom door, and peeks in.  He whistles.

JILL
(scolding)

Shut up. 

LUCAS

We’re out of here.  I’ll see you later?

JILL

I don’t know if I’m going to come to the bar tonight.  We’ll see how classes go.  I might stay in town.  You know, scope some lawyers, see if can get a few free drinks.

LUCAS

Keep your options open babe.  I’ll call you later.

JILL

Ok.  Or Facebook me, you know.  Whatever. 

Jill laughs, and pushes the bathroom door closed. 

 

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One thought on “Miss Pennsylvania Scene 1

  1. I heard that screenplay writing is the new documentary. You have captured post-Philly-fanatica with a spice of burnt-romance, magically. Call me if your co-writer bails. Emily T.

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