Lakeside: A Screenplay

Lakeside: A Screenplay
Copyright © 2012  John Coultas


EXT. (DREAM SEQUENCE) MILWAUKEE BRAVES DUGOUT - DAY
The anxious Milwaukee players are fixed on the action at home plate. The camera focuses on two young players, Slim and Sam, Tommy's classmates, both in Braves uniforms. Shouting out to Tommy.
SLIM
Come on Tommy, you know this pitch.
SAM
Tommy, look for the curveball. That's all he's got.
EXT. (DREAM SEQUENCE) BASEBALL FIELD - DAY
Yankee Stadium 1957. ROAR of the fans.
ANNOUNCER
Tommy Sullivan steps up to bat. Ford looking in for his sign.  Lota pressure on this young man.  Final game of the World Series, we're down to Milwaukee's last out. Ford shakes off Howard's sign.
Tommy is seventeen, tall, trim build. He takes a few practice swings, then steps into the batter's box. He looks intently at the pitcher, another practice swing, not taking his eyes off his nemesis. The pitcher winds-up and releases the ball.
ANNOUNCER (CONT'D)
Ball one, Tommy's got that good eye. Just a junior at Milwaukee High but a great eye.
EXT. (DREAM SEQUENCE) BASEBALL FIELD - DAY
Tommy steps back into the batter's box. After two more practice swings, he's looking down at Ford.
ANNOUNCER
Ford looks for the sign, goes into his stretch, ball two. Two balls, two outs, ninth inning, doesn't get any better than this folks. World Series is riding on this swing and Tommy Sullivan.
Ford throws a slow moving curveball.
ANNOUNCER (CONT'D)
Tommy swings, it's going, it's going, folks it's over the fence. Tommy Sullivan, brings the World Series championship home to Milwaukee
MOM (O.S.)
Tommy, time for breakfast.
INT. TOMMY'S BEDROOM - MORNING
It is a baseball fans room, posters, gloves, bats and trophies.  Tommy is stretched-out on his bed.
MOM (O.S.)
Breakfast.
He sits-up with a smile on his face.
INT. KITCHEN - MORNING
Tommy and his mother are in the middle of an intense discussion. His mother is wearing a housedress and apron, the June Cleaver look.
TOMMY
No, not this summer, I have plans, things to do, baseball, what about my paper route.
MOM
Tommy, you know that a trip to the cabin is important to your father.  It's a family tradition with him. It just wouldn't be summer without the cabin and the lake.  Have your friend John do the route.
He slumps in his chair.
TOMMY
Traditions. The guys had plans.
MOM
Dad looks forward to this.
TOMMY
Yeah.
MOM
Put a smile on that face I love.
TOMMY
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
EXT. BACKYARD - DAY
Tommy and his father are setting up the lawn mower. His father is tall and thin. Dad is  smoking a cigarette around the gasoline as they fill the lawn mower. Tommy indicates it might not be a good idea.
TOMMY
Is it safe, pouring the gas with your cigarette so near?
Dad laughs.
DAD
Oh, yeah, maybe not a good idea, I guess.
He flicks the cigarette onto the patio.
DAD (CONT'D)
Get it later. That should do. Put the cap on. I'll give it a pull. You give it gas if it tries to die on us.
Dad pulls several times, the engine POPS, belches BLACK SMOKE, Tommy moves the lever to give it more gas, the engine takes off, Tommy evens it out by adjusting the lever again.
DAD (CONT'D)
Tommy you take over, that winded me. I'll sit and supervise.
Tommy looks at his father with surprise. Dad always had to do the lawn just right.
TOMMY
Sure, glad to do it.
Tommy puts the mower in gear, it takes off pulling him along. He makes several passes across the lawn. Dad walks around the edge calling out mistakes made and grass left standing.
DAD
Over here son, that's right.
Dad sits down moving his chair into the shade. Mom brings a glass of ice tea for Dad, he sips, stands and calls out more directions, goes back to the chair and sits.
DAD (CONT'D)
Must be the heat and humidity. I'm so tired.
MOM
It is hot.
She rubs the back of his head as he sips more tea. Tommy pulls the mower to a stop, leaves the engine idling.
TOMMY
What do you think.
Without looking his father shouts out.
DAD
That's good. Need to talk about packing the wagon for the trip.
TOMMY
Sure dad, I'll clean the mower and put it away.
INT. GARAGE - NIGHT
Dad and Tommy are packing the station wagon. Tommy is crouched inside the back of the car. Dad is handing him items to stow away.
DAD
I know you would rather stay home this summer. Lay these poles over there on the side.
Dad hands Tommy several fishing poles.
DAD (CONT'D)
I don't know that we will be able to go up again.
TOMMY
Why is that.
Dad hands Tommy a sleeping bag.
DAD
Things change, just may not be able to go up again..for awhile. Push the sleeping bags back further over on the left. Good.
Tommy pushes on the bulky sleeping bags.
DAD (CONT'D)
That's right.
TOMMY
I'll do my best.
DAD
Thanks son...means a lot to your mother...me. Did you see the radio, can't miss the Braves.
INT. STATION WAGON - DAY
Dad is at the wheel, puffing on a cigarette, Mom is reading a magazine, Peggy in the back seat is reading "Little Women", Tommy is listening intently to the sports report on the car radio. He is resting his arms and chin on the back of the front seat. This is 1957 seat belts were not standard equipment.
Peggy is scowling and pushing at Tommy.
PEGGY
Mom, Tommy is crowding me, I can't read.
Mom turns to look at Peggy, she frowns.
Tommy is not listening to Peggy.
DAD
Peggy, we'll be there soon enough.
PEGGY
Not fast enough for me.
Peggy scowls and returns to her reading.
SPORTS NEWS can be heard in the background.
PEGGY (CONT'D)
Dad, that smoke, I'm getting a headache.
Dad is intent upon the game report, continues puffing on his cigarette, absently responds.
DAD
Sure we'll be there in a minute. What a way to start the season.
INT. CABIN - LATE AFTERNOON
Mom and Peggy are unpacking linens.
PEGGY
That's all of the bath towels Mom.
MOM
Hmm.
Mom looks around, hands on hips, to see if anything has been missed.
MOM (CONT'D)
Let's see if Tommy and your father have finished.
EXT.  CABIN PORCH - LATE AFTERNOON
Tommy and Dad are finishing-up emptying the car.
MOM
Girls are done inside, how are my boys doing.
DAD
'Bout done out here.
Mom takes a list from her apron pocket.
MOM
Have a list of food and supplies from the store.
DAD
Tommy and I can handle that, right son.
TOMMY
Sure dad.
INT. VILLAGE STORE - LATE  AFTERNOON
Tommy and Dad entering the store.  Mrs. McFadden a tough middle-aged woman is behind the counter.
DAD
Afternoon.
Mrs. McFadden growles.
MRS. MCFADDEN
Yeah.
DAD
Mr. Edison working today.
MRS. MCFADDEN
Edison ain't here no more.
DAD
Oh.
She snaps.
MRS. MCFADDEN
I'm the owner, what you want with Edison.
DAD
Just interested, I have a shopping list...thanks.
Dad scowls, not real happy with the new owner's savoir faire.
MRS. MCFADDEN
Yeah.
Tommy and dad go about their shopping
DAD
Nothing like the Edison's...and the only store in town.
Dad shakes his head.
DAD (CONT'D)
Edison's made this store special. Do you see pork and beans.
TOMMY
They were nice. Pork and beans are over here, I didn't see them on the list.
DAD
Have to have pork'n beans at the cabin.
TOMMY
Right, tradition.
Tommy and dad take a load of groceries to the counter.
MRS. MCFADDEN
This all...ring it up.
DAD
We have more on the list.
MRS. MCFADDEN
I close at six.
Mrs. McFadden frowns as she looks up at the clock.
MRS. MCFADDEN (CONT'D)
You got ten minutes, I close at six.
DAD
The Edison's stayed open late.
MRS. MCFADDEN
Like I said I ain't the Edison's.
DAD
I think I remember you mentioning that. We'll be just a few minutes.
Tommy and dad go back to shopping feverishly.
DAD (CONT'D)
Son, you get the bread, eggs and milk, I'll get the rest.
They run about the store gathering the last few items. Returning to the counter and Mrs. McFadden.
MRS. MCFADDEN
That's it I'm ringing it up.
DAD
Pack of Pall Malls.
Mrs. McFadden makes a pained expression, turns, picks up the cigarettes and slaps them on the counter.
MRS. MCFADDEN
That's it, no more.
She begins ringing up the groceries.
INT. CABIN - NIGHT
Tommy and dad coming in the front door.
DAD
You go find the radio as soon as we get the groceries in. The game should just be starting.
Mom and Peggy are cleaning the kitchen.
MOM
Dear, were you able to get everything on the list?
DAD
Barely, The Edison's are gone, the wicked witch of the west is the new owner.
PEGGY
Dad did you say b...
MOM
Peggy you shouldn't even know a word like that.
Dear, not in front of the children.
DAD
The Edison's were so nice...and I didn't say...that word.
Mom smiles.
MOM
I'm sure it's not that bad.
DAD
You weren't there. You'll see.
MOM
I'm sure I will dear. A fire would be nice tonight.
DAD
The game will be on any second now.
MOM
But a fire would be so nice, first night at the cabin.
DAD
A fire you will have. Tommy and I will chop up some wood.
Dad steps over to the hallway calling down to Tommy.
DAD (CONT'D)
Tommy, we need to chop wood.
Tommy comes in from the hallway.
TOMMY
I plugged the radio in the front room.
EXT. CABIN - NIGHT
Dad and Tommy are chopping wood behind the cabin. Dad chops several pieces.
DAD
Whew, too much for me, must be the trip, you take over Tom.
Tommy splits several logs.
TOMMY
Is that enough dad?
DAD
That'll do. Thanks son.
They gather up the wood begin taking it into the cabin.
INT. CABIN - NIGHT
Tommy and dad are siting near the radio listening to the Milwaukee braves games.
DAD
Come on Hank, knock it out.
TOMMY
Wow.
DAD
He did it.
TOMMY
He's good.
DAD
I can just feel it, they're going all the way.
EXT. ROWBOAT - EARLY MORNING
Dad and Tommy are fishing. There is a mist hanging above the lake, as the sun rises over the forest.
DAD
Ah...listen to the quiet...peaceful.
Dad eases back taking in the scene.
TOMMY
Fish aren't biting.
DAD
It isn't about the fish.
TOMMY
I thought we came out to catch fish.
DAD
No...it's just being in the boat, cool morning air...just being out here with you.
Tommy smiles, casts his line out.
TOMMY
I thought you wanted a fish or two.
DAD
Fish are nice...always like to brag to your mother...no it's just about being out here...not the fish.
Tommy jerks on his pole, begins reeling-in.
TOMMY
Thought I had one...probably ate the bait...no resistance on the line.
The end of the line breaks the water, the hook is bare.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Yeah.
DAD
Were doing a good job, feeding the critters this morning.
They both laugh.
Dad cradles the pole on his lap as he lights-up a cigarette.
INT.  VILLAGE STORE - AFTERNOON
Joyce in her late teens is behind the counter, stocking high shelves from a ladder, her short-shorts show off all the essential curves. Tommy notices the angles. He's staring. She looks down.
JOYCE
Hi there, what ya need.
TOMMY
Wha.
JOYCE
You came in for something?
Tommy is still staring.
TOMMY
Sure, oh, yeah, do you sell the Sentinel, the Milwaukee Sentinel.
JOYCE
On the counter, there in front of you.
He looks down at the counter.
TOMMY
Oh, yeah.
Joyce backs down the ladder, stands facing Tommy across the counter. Her face and breast are more eye catching than her backside.
JOYCE
Summer visitor.
TOMMY
Here for the summer. yeah, a summer visitor...guess.
Joyce hands Tommy a paper.
JOYCE
Have an extra copy today, fifteen cents.
Tommy gets a puzzled look on his face.
TOMMY
Fifteen cents?...Oh, yeah, the paper.
He pulls change from his pocket, counts out fifteen cents for Joyce.
JOYCE
Will you be coming in for the paper often.
TOMMY
Every day, my dad and I follow the Braves...baseball.
Joyce shakes her head and smiles.
JOYCE
I know, the Braves baseball team.  Paper comes in around noon everyday.
TOMMY
I'll be here.
JOYCE
What's your name.
TOMMY
...Tttommy...
Tommy blushes, Joyce writes his name on a card next to the stack of papers.
JOYCE
How many 'T's is that spelled with.
They both laugh.
JOYCE (CONT'D)
I'm Joyce, I'll make sure we save a copy for you.
TOMMY
Thanks...great.
Tommy takes a few steps toward the door.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Who is the other lady that works here.
JOYCE
My mother.
TOMMY
Oh.
JOYCE
Why do you ask.
TOMMY
Oh, I was just interested. My family has been coming to the lake for years, the Edison's were always here, an institution.
JOYCE
Their health forced them to move closer to family.
TOMMY
That's too bad, nice people.
JOYCE
That's what everyone says.
INT.  KITCHEN - AFTERNOON
Tommy and dad are sitting at the dining table reading the paper. Mom is fixing lunch.
MOM
Lunch!
Dad and Tommy are buried in sections of the sports pages.
DAD
Hmm.
MOM
Dear, time for lunch.
Tommy begins folding his section. Smiles at Mom.
TOMMY
Looks like we'll have a good season.
Mom smiles at Tommy.
MOM
Dear, you're lunch.
DAD
Oh, already...the Braves.
Dad pushes his paper to the side of the table. They talk baseball as they eat lunch.
DAD (CONT'D)
Aaron really knows how to hit.
TOMMY
They are going to to remember Hank in Philadelphia.
Mom comes back to the dining room.
MOM
Peggy says there is a good movie at the theater tonight.
DAD
Fine dear.
TOMMY
Could I stay here. I'll listen to the radio, something.
Mom CALLS OUT for Peggy.
MOM
Peggy, lunch.
INT.  LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Tommy is listening to the radio and flipping through a magazine. He is antsy, he changes the radio station several times, turns it off. He throws the magazine on the coffee table, stands and walks around the room.
EXT. PARK - NIGHT
Tommy is sitting on a picnic table near the lake. Joyce walks by carrying a paper sack.
TOMMY
Hi Joyce.
JOYCE
Tommy?
TOMMY
Yeah.  That's right.
JOYCE
Out here by yourself.
TOMMY
Yeah, guess so.
JOYCE
OK if I sit with you.
TOMMY
Sure.
Tommy sniffs the air.
JOYCE
Something wrong.
Tommy smiles.
TOMMY
No.
JOYCE
Oh, I forgot, perfume...is it too strong.
TOMMY
It smells, warm, kind of sweet...nice.
JOYCE
Has musk in it.
TOMMY
Oh.
Joyce puts the sack in the middle of the table between them.
JOYCE
Been here long.
TOMMY
Half hour. Parents and sister went to movies.
JOYCE
You don't like movies
TOMMY
Not that one, a girl story
JOYCE
What's wrong with girls, I'm a girl
TOMMY
yeah, you're OK.
JOYCE
Want something to drink.
TOMMY
Sure.
Joyce grabs the sack, pulls out two bottles, opens them with a bottle opener. Hands a bottle to Tommy.  He takes a gulp,  COUGHS.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Oh.
Joyce is surprised.
JOYCE
What's wrong, you OK.
TOMMY
Sure, just went down wrong.
JOYCE
You drink beer don't you?
TOMMY
Oh, yeah right. All the time.
JOYCE
So, about girl movies.
TOMMY
Don't get it.
JOYCE
What's not to get.
TOMMY
You know, all the kissing and drama. All the tears. Just not real. That's not life.
JOYCE
Ah.
Tommy takes small sips from the bottle.
TOMMY
How long have you lived here at the lake.
JOYCE
Two years.
TOMMY
Still in school.
JOYCE
I just graduated.
TOMMY
Going to college.
JOYCE
Too stupid.
TOMMY
Your not stupid.
JOYCE
That's not what my mother says. Worthless and stupid.
TOMMY
I don't think so.
JOYCE
Thanks.
TOMMY
Have a boy friend.
JOYCE
Sort of...Mike and I used to go steady. We write some.
TOMMY
Where is he.
JOYCE
Trade school, he wants to be an airplane mechanic.
TOMMY
Good career.
JOYCE
Dirty, rough hands. Mike always has dirty hands, always working on cars, anything with a motor.
Joyce finishes her beer.  Puts her empty in the bag, takes out two more.
JOYCE (CONT'D)
Have another?
Tommy looks at his bottle. Shakes his head.
TOMMY
Maybe, in a bit.
JOYCE
You have a girl.
TOMMY
No. Not now.
JOYCE
Why not.
TOMMY
I don't know.
JOYCE
Don't like girls.
TOMMY
No, not that.
JOYCE
What then.
TOMMY
Hard to say the right thing, knowing what to say.
JOYCE
You're doing OK. How about trying this, you're talking to a girl ask her what her favorite movie is, what music does she listen to, who's her favorite actor.
He shakes his head, smiling.
TOMMY
You sure are different.
JOYCE
Maybe I should be offended, you  calling me different.
TOMMY
No, I mean a real nice different.
He looks around.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
I gotta go.
JOYCE
It's early.
TOMMY
No, I gotta go bad.
JOYCE
Over there in the bushes.
Tommy walks off into the brush.
TOMMY (O.S.)
Oh shit!
JOYCE
You alright.
Tommy limps back to the table.
TOMMY
Jammed my leg into a tree trunk.
JOYCE
Any blood.
TOMMY
Just a lump.
JOYCE
Put your hands out.
Joyce pours beer onto his hands.
JOYCE (CONT'D)
Scrub them together.
Tommy rinses his hands with the beer.
JOYCE (CONT'D)
Have another one, kills the pain.
He wipes tears of pain from his eyes with the back of his hand.
TOMMY
Ah, ya think so.
Joyce pops two more tops.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Cold.
JOYCE
The beer.
TOMMY
No, the air.
JOYCE
Sit next to me.
Tommy slides closer to Joyce. Joyce puts her arm around Tommy.
JOYCE (CONT'D)
Better.
TOMMY
Sure.
Tommy sips at his beer.
JOYCE
Put your arms around me.
She pulls him closer.
JOYCE (CONT'D)
No, all the way around.
He envelopes her with his arms.
JOYCE (CONT'D)
That's right.  Warmer.
TOMMY
Yeah.
Joyce looks up at the sky.
JOYCE
Stars.
TOMMY
Your perfume smells warmer...almost makes me dizzy.
Joyce brushes her lips over Tommy's.
JOYCE
Put your hands under my shirt.
Joyce guides his hands under her sweatshirt.
JOYCE (CONT'D)
Your hands are cold, rub them against my back.
TOMMY
Nice.
JOYCE
Have you felt a girl before
TOMMY
Sure, all the time.
JOYCE
Like the beer you drink all the time, your hands are shaking.
TOMMY
Yeah, I know I'm such a kid
JOYCE
We'll work on that
He pulls back from her, not too far.
TOMMY
Wha?
JOYCE
What's wrong
TOMMY
I don't feel your thing back there.
JOYCE
What thing is that.
TOMMY
You know, shouldn't I feel a bra strap?
JOYCE
I'm not wearing one.
TOMMY
Women always wear them.
JOYCE
Not if I don't feel like it. Makes me feel free, put your hands here.
Joyce holds his wrists, moves his hands to her  breast. Joyce laughs
TOMMY
No, I can't, I shouldn't. God.
JOYCE
Now your really shaking
TOMMY
Damn, I've never felt anything so soft, so round.
JOYCE
Move your hands slowly, slowly, soft hands...Tommy...feels so good.
Joyce falls back on the grass, Tommy follows her.
TOMMY
Joyce, your nice, but I don't know that I can do this.
She writhes on the grass.
JOYCE
I'm sorry, softly, slowly, just a minute.
TOMMY
Joyce, god, it's too late.
Joyce sits up, Tommy is embarrassed.
JOYCE
I'm sorry, your hands felt so good, gentle.
TOMMY
I gotta go, I'm a mess.
Joyce grabs Tommy's shirt front with both hands, pulls him close, slowly kisses his lips. She releases his shirt.
JOYCE
Tom...I Needed your touch.
INT. KITCHEN - MORNING
Mom is cooking breakfast. There is the sound of snapping bacon, steam is coming from the coffee pot, smoke from the toaster. She calls out.
MOM
Kids, dad, breakfast.
She goes back to buttering the toast, scraping some of the burn off with the knife.
MOM (CONT'D)
Foods getting cold.
Peggy comes in first, sits at the table begins serving herself.
PEGGY
Smells good. That was a great movie. She is so glamorous.
Mom is flipping the fried eggs, not listening.
MOM
I'm sorry Peggy, I wasn't listening, someone's glamorous.
PEGGY
Audrey Hepburn.
MOM
Ah, Audrey.
Dad comes in coughing. Looks over Mom's cooking.
DAD
Beautiful as always.
MOM
Me or the food.
DAD
Both. Be right back.
Dad goes out the back door, coughing.
PEGGY
He isn't going to smoke before breakfast.
MOM
He'll be in in a minute.
PEGGY
Nasty habit.
MOM
You know we don't talk about your fathers habits.
Mom looks at Peggy.
MOM (CONT'D)
Where is tommy?
Exasperated she calls out.
MOM (CONT'D)
Tommy, breakfast is spoiling.
PEGGY
He was sick last night, he visited the bathroom several times. Not appetizing sounds.
MOM
Peggy, that's no way to talk at the table.
PEGGY
Well, he was sick.
Mom takes off her apron, hangs it on the door.
MOM
I'll see how he is.
Tommy comes in hair disheveled, green about the gills.
TOMMY
Food. Ah, coffee is all my stomach can handle, maybe dry toast. Sorry mom. Morning Peggy. I didn't sleep well.
MOM
Peggy tried to give all the graphic details.
Tommy takes a cup of coffee and a piece of toast. Dad comes in.
DAD
Morning Tommy. Don't look well.
TOMMY
Had a bad night, sick, all night...ate something maybe.
PEGGY
He was throwing...
MOM
That's enough Peggy I don't need to hear any more.
Mom looks over at Dad.
MOM (CONT'D)
Eggs, bacon dear?
Dad sits down at the table.
DAD
That will be fine dear.
TOMMY
Mom the food is getting to me, may I sit on the steps outside.
MOM
Yes son. I'm so sorry your not felling well.
Tommy heads for the back door.
Peggy rushes to finish eating as Tommy is leaving.
PEGGY
May I be excused?
MOM
You didn't eat much, yes.
PEGGY
Thanks mom.
Peggy rushes for the door. Mom follows her with a perplexed stare.
MOM
Peggy always wants seconds.
EXT. CABIN - MORNING
Peggy and Tommy sitting on the back steps.
PEGGY
Where were you last night.
TOMMY
What do you mean.
PEGGY
Come on, you weren't in your bed when we came back from the movie. I checked on you.
Tommy looks away, trying to ignore her.
TOMMY
So.
PEGGY
Where were you.
TOMMY
None of your business.
PEGGY
I smelled beer on your shirt this morning.
He gives her a surprised look.
TOMMY
How do you know what beer smells like.
PEGGY
Mary Nelson's brother drinks beer. We know.
TOMMY
So I drank some beer.
PEGGY
Mom might want to know.
TOMMY
You wouldn't. What do you want, money?
PEGGY
No, you can do me favors.
TOMMY
Like what.
PEGGY
Later, I'll think of something. Who were you with?
TOMMY
Someone.
PEGGY
Who, someone.
TOMMY
Just someone from the village.
PEGGY
Want me to talk?
TOMMY
We had a deal.
PEGGY
Yes, and this is part of the deal.
TOMMY
Joyce.
Peggy is almost bouncing, this is juicy.
PEGGY
Joyce. Joyce from the village store? This is better than the beer. She is so sexy. Every man in town drools when she walks by.
He looks at the kitchen door.
TOMMY
Keep it down, Mom and Dad are inside.
PEGGY
This is so good. What did you do? Did you go all the way?
TOMMY
Peggy I just met the woman...the girl.
PEGGY
That's right you got yourself a full fledged woman, and what do you plan on doing with her? What a handful.
TOMMY
We're friends. She has a guy, Michael, Mike.
Peggy is disappointed.
INT. CABIN FRONT ROOM - MORNING
Tommy and Peggy enter, mom and dad are on the couch.
DAD
We'll need to get going early if we are going to meet the Smith family at the boat ramp.
TOMMY
Who are the Smith's.
MOM
We met them at the theater last night. They invited us to go sailing. Such a nice family, their daughter is so pleasant.
TOMMY
With my stomach...
DAD
We understand. Come down to the lake, you can watch.
EXT. BOAT RAMP - DAY
Tommy and Becca are sitting on a bench.
Becca is Tommy's age, she wears only sweaters and plaid skirts, giving her a stocky look. She derives her scholarly look from her thick, black, horned rimmed glasses. Her hair is cut in a bob style. She appears off-putting until she smiles and occasionally laughs; she then takes on a cute perky presence.
TOMMY
Nice bag, colorful.
BECCA
Got it last summer in Mexico, traditional design.
Becca looks down at the bag.
BECCA (CONT'D)
It's big, carries a lot. Village women use them to carry food home from the local market.
TOMMY
You have food in there.
Becca frowns.
BECCA
No...books, I'm studying for next semester
TOMMY
No summer fun
BECCA
No time for fun.
Becca frown at the fun comment, she returns to studying her book. Tommy looks around. He smiles to himself.
TOMMY
Music, you listen to music.
BECCA
I play the piano
TOMMY
What do you think of Jerry Lee Lewis.
BECCA
I play classical music. Ones instrument should be gently caressed.  That man mutilates the piano.
TOMMY
Um, books, what books have you read
BECCA
I just read The Stranger.
TOMMY
Oh, a murder mystery, I think I heard about that one.
BECCA
Albert Camus does not write murder mysteries. I need to study.
She goes back to her book.
Tommy MUMBLES to himself.
TOMMY
Al Bear Kamoo, hmm.
Tommy turns, looks up the street, looks back at Becca who is intent on her reading; he stands.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Back in a minute.
He walks up the street towards the village store.
Becca looks up as Tommy walks off. She shows a flash of anger in her face.
A close up of her hands, she grabs her pencil, snaps it in two.
EXT. LAKE - DAY
The Smith's and Sullivan's are on a sailboat. The men are on one side of the cockpit, the women on the other. Peggy is laying on the deck, attempting to read.
Mr. Smith is at the tiller. Mr. Sullivan is holding the jib line
MR. SMITH
Nuts and bolts...let the line go.
Mr. Sullivan lets his jib line go.
DAD
Aye captain.
MR. SMITH
Sales...Airplane parts. Ladies coming about...pull in on the jib.
Mrs. Sullivan pulls on her line.
DAD
High tolerance items
MR. SMITH
Watch the boom...gotta be, can't have those babies falling out of the sky. Cleat down the jib...that's good ladies.
Mrs. Smith is scanning the lake.
MRS. SMITH
You enjoy the lake?
MOM
Oh yes, come up almost every summer.
MRS. SMITH
Last year we were in Mexico.
MOM
That sounds exciting.
MRS. SMITH
It was, primitive at times. Becca enjoyed the folk art and music.
MOM
She seems to be very studious.
MRS. SMITH
Oh, yes she is focused on preparing for college.
Mrs. Smith looks over to Peggy.
MRS. SMITH (CONT'D)
Peggy, what do you like to do.
PEGGY
Oh, reading...visiting with my girl friends.
MRS. SMITH
How nice.
INT. VILLAGE STORE - AFTERNOON
Tommy enters the store with a smile on his face, he looks around Mrs. McFadden is at the counter, his smile begins to fade.
MRS. MCFADDEN
What ya want kid.
TOMMY
I'm just looking.
MRS. MCFADDEN
No looking kid. You shop or you leave.
TOMMY
Sure.
Tommy goes to the soft drink case, opens the door looking for a drink.
MRS. MCFADDEN
Hurry it up kid your wasting my electricity.
Tommy pulls out a Coke. Walks to the counter, puts the bottle on the counter.
TOMMY
Milwaukee Sentinel.
MRS. MCFADDEN
You on the list.
She picks up the newspaper list.
TOMMY
Tommy, my name is Tommy.
She frowns at the list, slaps the paper down in front of him.
MRS. MCFADDEN
Thirty cents.
TOMMY
thirty cents it is.
Tommy places the coins on the counter. Mrs. McFadden rings up the sale.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Bottle opener?
MRS. MCFADDEN
Use your teeth kid.
Tommy stares at Mrs. McFadden's unsmiling face, she growls.
MRS. MCFADDEN (CONT'D)
Next to the door.
Tommy heads for the door, opens the Coke, looks back into the store and leaves without a smile.
EXT. BOAT RAMP - DAY
Tommy walks back to the bench where Becca is studying, sits next to her. He sips at the Coke, looks at the paper.  Becca is avoiding him.
TOMMY
Coke.
Without looking up Becca responds.
BECCA
I noticed.
TOMMY
I don't read much.
Becca continues to read or give the impression that she is reading. Tommy is talking to himself.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Read the paper...sports...news sometimes.
Becca lifts her head, looks into her bag pulling out a small book.
BECCA
Try this, shouldn't take you long to read.
She goes back to her book.
TOMMY
The Stranger, Albert Camus. I thought it was Al Bear, like Al the bear.
Becca shakes her head in disgust. Tommy flips to the last page.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
One hundred fifty-four pages. Hmm.
Becca, more head shaking, she is beginning to think she has over estimated his abilities.
BECCA
Just read.
Tommy looks at her, opens to the first page, begins his assignment. We will see Tommy, moving, adjusting to the light, standing to stretch, but coming back to the book each time.
EXT. BOAT RAMP - LATER
TOMMY
Wow, that is strong.
BECCA
Yes, what did you think about it.
TOMMY
I'm not sure. I felt that I was right there with him. Like I said it is strong stuff. It is hard to explain feeling the bareness of that world, the place he was in. Cruel. The way everyone judged him.
He is staring into the distance composing his thoughts.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Like pictures, photographs of moments, they didn't see his whole life, who he was. He wasn't a great guy, but he didn't need to die. The end was like getting hit in the face by a fastball.
Becca looks at him with a look of satisfaction, there is something there.
BECCA
It's about judgment, absurdity, also living in the moment, it's about now. Life is absurd you need to take what you can now, experience.
TOMMY
Small book...has a lot to say.
BECCA
They'll be coming back from their sail soon. Could we talk some more...  Tonight.
TOMMY
Where.
BECCA
Over on the beach, by the big pine tree.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Mom and dad are reading magazines on the couch, Peggy is curled up with a book in a chair. Tommy stands and stretches. He YAWNS.
TOMMY
Tired, going to bed now.
MOM
Good night Tommy.
DAD
Night son.
TOMMY
Night.
EXT. CABIN - NIGHT
A window slides open. A leg is extend from the window, Tommy steps out, closes the window, slinks off into the woods.
EXT. BEACH - NIGHT
Music in the distance, Tommy walks up to Becca sitting on the grass.
TOMMY
Where is the music coming from.
BECCA
My radio, in the bag.
TOMMY
Nice music. It isn't classical.
BECCA
No, I like jazz too. Sit here.
TOMMY
Sure.
As he sits next to her, she throws her arms around Tommy's neck, pressing her mouth to his, Tommy falls back with Becca on top.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Becca!
BECCA
Shut-up I brought brownies.
Becca is rubbing her body against his.
TOMMY
Brownies?
BECCA
Brownies, the good ones.
TOMMY
Huh.
Becca is kissing Tommy, he is tentative, responding but mystified by her aggressive action.
BECCA
Shut-up, open your mouth.
TOMMY
Becca!
BECCA
I want my tongue in your mouth
TOMMY
I thought we were going to talk, how about the brownies.
BECCA
We are, afterwards.
TOMMY
Afterwards?
Becca sits up straddling Tommy, pulls his shirt out from his waistband, rubs her hands on his chest.
BECCA
How is that. Are you going to touch me or just lay there.
Tommy slips his hands under Becca's sweater, rubs her back.
TOMMY
No bra.
BECCA
Saves time, no panties either.
Becca pulls a small object from her bag.
BECCA (CONT'D)
Ever use one of these.
Becca shows tommy a condom.
TOMMY
Yeah...No I mean, a rubber isn't it. Keep a lot of stuff in that bag don't you.
BECCA
I'll show you how to use it. It's my cousins, he explained how they go on.
TOMMY
Great?
BECCA
I know.
EXT. BEACH - LATER
We see darkness, we hear Tommy and Becca GIGGLING.
BECCA (O.S.)
Is it good.
TOMMY (O.S.)
Soft, taste a little different...I don't know.
Becca GIGGLES more.
EXT. BEACH - LATER
They are laying on their blanket looking up at the sky.
TOMMY
You should laugh more often, makes you pretty...prettier.
BECCA
Have another one. I make them myself.
Becca offers the brownie basket to him.  He takes one, bites into it.
TOMMY
Makes me feel a little funny like maybe I drank too much.
Becca LAUGHS.
BECCA
They're supposed to.
TOMMY
Why is that.
BECCA
Marijuana.
TOMMY
What!
Tommy spits BROWNIE GOO out of his mouth.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
That, that's a drug, it's illegal, jazz freaks use that stuff
BECCA
Tommy, sh, don't be so ...you know, bourgeois.
Tommy tries to stand, crumples to the ground.
BECCA (CONT'D)
I shouldn't have done this, you didn't know. I didn't think you would react this way.
TOMMY
Yeah, like being poisoned.
BECCA
Do you drink beer.
TOMMY
Some.
BECCA
Same thing.
TOMMY
But beer isn't illegal.
BECCA
It is for you, and it is still a drug, "anything ingested that influences the body is a drug", Webster's Dictionary. Doesn't it feel a little good to you?
TOMMY
Kind of feel out of control that bothers me.
BECCA
That's what it's all about being loose, letting go.
TOMMY
I can't, too much is riding on me doing the right thing, baseball's my future.
BECCA
The book, The Stranger, it's about living now, not waiting till the right time. The right time is now.
TOMMY
I don't buy that, I can't, it just isn't me.
Becca shakes her head.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Where did you get that stuff.
BECCA
My cousin, plays drums in a jazz combo.
TOMMY
Figures, same cousin?
BECCA
Yes, we're close...he's like an older brother.
Tommy wobbles to his feet, sways.
TOMMY
Sorry Becca, this was a mistake.
EXT. BASEBALL FIELD - DAY
Tommy gets in on a game with local and summer visitors. Tommy being the new kid is relegated to left field where he can do the least damage.
BILL
Where ya from?
TOMMY
Milwaukee.
Slocum throws his hands in the air in mock celebration.
SLOCUM
Wow, he's from Milwaukee, big city guy, I'm impressed.
BILL
What position do you play
TOMMY
First.
Slocum moves in on Tommy.
SLOCUM
I play first, don't nobody play my position.
WILSON
Kinda skinny.
TOMMY
That I am.
SLOCUM
Don't look like he can throw.
BILL
We'll take him, you can play "left-out", that should keep you out of trouble.
The guys take the field. Tommy is in left field. They warm up tossing the ball around the field.
Too many fields here--3
BILL (CONT'D)
He's OK.
SLOCUM
We'll see about that.
WILSON
Can he throw to the cut off man?
Bill is on the mound pitching.  The first batter comes to the plate, he steps back to have a word with his teammate. They look over at Tommy.  The batter nods and smiles.
SLOCUM
Jonesey, back up the weak spot.
Jones moves from center, over to center left.
TOMMY
I can handle it.
SLOCUM
Sure kid.
The first pitch is hit, a line drive right at Tommy.  There is a loud POP as he snags the ball and shoots it back to Bill.
BILL
Good hands Milwaukee.
The second batter hits a fly ball to third, Wilson loses the ball in the sun, Tommy slides in at the last moment to catch it.
Wilson is rubbing his eyes.
WILSON
Could of had it.
BILL
Could'a, should'a.
The Next batter comes to the plate, he hits a blooper to shallow left, Tommy advances on the ball, catches it on the first bounce throws a strike to first. Slocum drops the ball allowing the runner to tag safe.
SLOCUM
He threw it too hard, hey don't need to throw so hard.
Bill strikes-out the next batter, 1-2-3.
Tommy passes Bill on the way to the dugout.
BILL
Did OK Milwaukee.
SLOCUM
Don't have to throw so hard.
BILL
How you hit?
TOMMY
Good.
BILL
As good as you throw?
TOMMY
Maybe better.
BILL
You're up first.
SLOCUM
Wait a minute I always bat first.
BILL
We'll try Milwaukee.
SLOCUM
Always bat first.
He throws his mitt to the ground, sulks onto the bench. Tommy comes to the plate, takes a few practice swings. The pitcher winds up and lets loose with a fast ball. Tommy smashes the ball sending it against the outfield fence.
BILL
Go for it Milwaukee.
WILSON
Head for third.
Tommy pulls up at second base.
SLOCUM
God damn it I could'a hit a homer, least made third.
WILSON
yeah, yeah, yeah.
SLOCUM
Jerk.
EXT. PARK - DAY
Following the game Tommy finds Becca studying on the grass near the ball field. He sits on the blanket next to her. Neither talk for awhile.
TOMMY
Becca, you scare me.
Becca laughs, with a bit of cynicism.
BECCA
How can I scare you.  I saw you playing over there.  I'm small, I'm not physical.  How can I threaten you.
TOMMY
No Becca, not that way, not in a physical way. I'm threatened by your way of life, by your braininess.
He tosses the ball into his mitt, thinking.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
It is so different from who, what I am. I understand what your books are saying, I just can't make that leap of acceptance.
BECCA
Didn't you enjoy any of last night.
TOMMY
Yeah.
There is a pause, both in thought.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
You want right now and all I can think about is getting through college and hopefully a baseball career. I feel like I have to have a handle on my life, I have to be in control of my body and mind.
He runs his fingers through his hair.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Last night with the...brownies I felt like I was losing control.
He looks into her eyes.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Becca, I've never met anyone like you.
BECCA
That bad.
He laughs.
TOMMY
No, that good. I dreamed about you all night.
He tries to hide a smile.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
During the game, I kept thinking of you.
BECCA
That's who I am. I can't change that...I guess I can't expect you to change who you are either.
Becca goes back to reading.
BECCA (CONT'D)
Last night was about me...
Becca drops her head onto her crossed arms.
BECCA (CONT'D)
I see something special in you. Going to an all girls school. I don't meet many boys. The ones I do meet are...caricatures... they pose...trite prose dribbles off their tongues.
Becca sits up, facing Tommy.
BECCA (CONT'D)
You are natural, no posturing, just Tom. You are willing to learn and share thoughts.
She pulls at a blade of grass.
BECCA (CONT'D)
That is my rationale for last night. I wanted to share myself, who I am with someone I see as an equal.
INT. CABIN - DAY
Mom is folding clothes at the kitchen table. Peggy is resting her chin on her arms.
PEGGY
I read my book, there's nothing to do.
MOM
We could go to the library later, you could find another good book to read.
PEGGY
I don't know, I'm not sure I'm in the mood to read.
Peggy folds a towel.
MOM
You could go to the park and watch your  brother play baseball.
PEGGY
I don't know.
Peggy puts down the towel, releases a heavy sigh, Mom looks at her with concern.
PEGGY (CONT'D)
Well...I guess I'll go to the park, see what Tommy is doing.
FADE IN:
EXT. PARK - DAY
Peggy is looking through the backstop out onto the empty field. Peggy looks around, she is downcast, she mopes over to the bleachers where she sits.
CYNTHIA(OS)
Hey, you.
Peggy looks around, there is no one in sight.
CYNTHIA (O.S.) (CONT'D)
Down here, under the bleachers.
PEGGY
Oh, hi.
CYNTHIA (O.S.)
Not from around here.
PEGGY
No, we're visiting.
CYNTHIA (O.S.)
Figures. Come down here wanna show you something.
Peggy slips between the seats. Under the bleachers Peggy finds Cynthia, a girl her own age, jeans, white tee shirt and a bit scruffy. Peggy sniffs the air.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
Try this.
Cynthia hands Peggy a half smoked cigarette. Peggy stares at it in amazement.
PEGGY
You smoke?
CYNTHIA
Don't you?
PEGGY
Well...no.
CYNTHIA
Everyone smokes.
Peggy reaches out, her hand is shaking. As she grabs for it it drops to the ground.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
You idiot, that's my last one.
Peggy stares at the smoke rising from the ground. Cynthia takes it, sucks away.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
Not going to waste a good smoke.
Cynthia finishes, crushing it into the dirt.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
OK, this is what we're going to do next, we're going to get some more at the store.
PEGGY
But we're too young, they won't sell cigarettes to minors.
CYNTHIA
Who said anything about buying. You are going to help me lift a pack.
PEGGY
Lift. What does lift mean.
CYNTHIA
You know like...take, steal, shoplift.
PEGGY
I don't know, I don't think I could do that.
CYNTHIA
I think you better help me. Who's the one spoiled my last smoke, ruined the whole thing, dirt all over it?
Cynthia gives her best attempt at a malicious stare.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
You'll help or else.
Peggy is intimidated.
PEGGY
OK...I'll help.
Peggy is not happy.
CYNTHIA
Old lady McFadden is in the store we don't do it, she catches you she calls the sheriff, don't want the law.
INT. VILLAGE STORE - DAY
Peggy enters the store, Joyce is behind the counter reading the paper. She waves at Joyce
PEGGY
Hi.
Peggy walks over to the soft drink cooler.
PEGGY (CONT'D)
Help, I'm stuck.
Joyce looks up from the paper.
PEGGY (CONT'D)
My hair, I caught my hair.
Joyce runs to the cooler to see what is happening with Peggy. She glances at Cynthia as she enters the store.
JOYCE
What have you done.
PEGGY
I bent down, my hair got stuck.
JOYCE
Lean down, don't pull at it, lean over. There, that's got it.
Peggy stands up.
PEGGY
Thanks. I'm sorry I don't think I want a drink now.
Peggy leaves the store, Joyce looks around the store for Cynthia, not seeing her sh shrugs her shoulders, goes back to the counter.
EXT. PARK - DAY
Cynthia and Peggy are under the bleachers. Cynthia is opening the cigarette pack from the store. She sniffs at the pack.
CYNTHIA
Nothing like the smell of a fresh pack.
Peggy is looking on with amazement. Cynthia opens her book of matches.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
Damn, only one match, should'a got matches.
She tears off the last match, lighting a cigarette, savoring the first drag.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
Ok, now yours, and don't drop it.
She pulls another one from the pack, handing it to Peggy. Peggy accepts it with less shaky hands, putting it between her lips.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
Now I'm gonna light it with this one I got goin'.
When the tip of mine hits yours start sucking.
Cynthia leans forward, Peggy's cigarette is flipping up and down.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
Damn, stay still.
Cynthia tries again, leans in to Peggy, just as Peggy leans in the two cigarette tips meet, the lit ember falls to the ground. In her excitement Cynthia stands, hits her head on the bleachers and collapses.
PEGGY
God!
Peggy spits the cigarette from her mouth, jumps to her feet avoiding the bleachers, stares at Cynthia's unmoving body and runs out of the park.
EXT. BEACH - DAY
Tommy and Joyce siting on the beach.
TOMMY
How far is it out to the platform.
JOYCE
I think I heard a quarter of a mile.
TOMMY
Think I could make it.
JOYCE
You like to stretch your muscles.
TOMMY
Guess so, fun, challenges.
Tommy stands, walks to the water.
JOYCE
Where you going?
Tommy swishes his feet in the water.
TOMMY
Maybe I'll swim out.
JOYCE
What a way to ruin a good afternoon.
Joyce stands, pulls her sweatshirt off. She is wearing a two piece suit that flatters her full breasts. Tommy stares, she looks down at Tommy, smiles.
JOYCE (CONT'D)
You better get in the water quick, there are laws against that.
Tommy dives into the water, Joyce follows. They are treading water.
JOYCE (CONT'D)
Going out.
TOMMY
You can't go too.
JOYCE
Why not? Done it before.
Both begin long strokes heading to the platform.
EXT. SWIMMING PLATFORM - DAY
Tommy reaches the platform several strokes ahead of Joyce, they hold on to one of the pontoons.
JOYCE
You didn't beat me by that much.
TOMMY
I didn't say it was a race.
JOYCE
Guys are always about competition.
TOMMY
Be that way, I'll race you on the way back.
Joyce laughs.
JOYCE
Now that I'm exhausted. Guys.
Tommy climbs the ladder, Joyce follows, they both lay on the platform breathing heavily.
TOMMY
Good workout.
JOYCE
Don't get a lot of exercise in the store, stocking shelves, lifting boxes, that's the best I get.
TOMMY
You did well. Swim out here with Mike?
JOYCE
Mike isn't athletic. He'll play a game of baseball, football with the guys. He's really all about cars, anything with an engine.
Joyce sits up and laughs.
TOMMY
What's so funny?
JOYCE
Us, Mike and me.
TOMMY
How's that?
JOYCE
We don't have that much in common.
TOMMY
Hmm.
JOYCE
He wouldn't swim out here.
TOMMY
What is it then?
JOYCE
I can't think of being with anyone else, don't get it.
Joyce laughs to herself shaking her head.
JOYCE (CONT'D)
Crazy.
TOMMY
Must be something there.
JOYCE
Would Becca swim...out here.
Tommy looks to the shoreline, smiles.
TOMMY
Don't think so...she only wears sweaters and plaid skirts.
They both laugh out loud.
JOYCE
People must be attracted to opposites.
TOMMY
Maybe.
INT. STORE - DAY
Tommy is entering the store. Joyce is straightening cans on a shelf near the door.
JOYCE
Tom, here for your paper.
TOMMY
Sure...see what the Braves are doing.
Joyce walks behind the counter.
JOYCE
Where are they in the standings?
Tommy doesn't have his boyish enthusiasm today.
TOMMY
Should be in first place.
JOYCE
Could I see you tonight?
Tommy gives Joyce a puzzled look.
TOMMY
Sure, where and when?
JOYCE
The bench down by the beach, ten.
TOMMY
I'll be there.
INT. CABIN - NIGHT
Family is finishing dinner. Tommy is helping clear the table with Peggy, Dad is smoking, Mom's watching the kids.
TOMMY
It's clear and warm tonight, could I sleep outside tonight.
DAD
Sounds like a good idea, fill your lungs with the fresh air.
Mom sits forward in her chair, hand on dad's arm, worried look.
MOM
Dear, do you think it is safe?
DAD
We did it all the time when we were up here. Sleeping under the stars, nothing like it.
TOMMY
I'll go out after the game.
EXT. LAKESIDE BEACH - NIGHT
Tommy is walking along the beach.
JOYCE
Tom, I'm over here.
Joyce is sitting on the grass not far from the bench.  She has an open beer.
TOMMY
Hi.
Joyce pats the grass.
JOYCE
Sit here.
She hands Tommy a bottle and opener.
TOMMY
Thanks.
JOYCE
You and Becca...you did...
TOMMY
What...did Becca...
JOYCE
No, the both of you have this glow...the way you talk about her.  I can see it.  So what do you think about sex.
TOMMY
It's nice...nice, what a way to describe it...special.  Becca is...special.
JOYCE
Do you think about it?
TOMMY
I'm a guy, all the time.
JOYCE
And I thought you only had baseball on your mind.
TOMMY
Not any more.
He laughs at himself.
Joyce turns and pulls another bottle from the bag.
JOYCE
I need more courage.  Do you feel like you have to have it or you'll die, you'll explode.
TOMMY
No. More like I'm hungry and I know that in time I'll eat.
JOYCE
Not me I gotta have it. The other night with you I was going crazy, Mike hasn't been here for a month.
Joyce takes a large gulp, she is staring into the dark.
JOYCE (CONT'D)
Sometimes I feel like I'm insane, I'm going to explode into pieces.
TOMMY
How long have you felt like this.
Joyce turns away from Tommy. Tommy sips his beer.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Did I say something wrong.
Joyce has her arms wrapped around her bent legs, her forehead resting on her arms.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
I'm sorry.
JOYCE
My father left us when I was born, he didn't want a child. My mother, I don't think she wanted me either. I never knew what it felt like to be held, touched, loved.
Joyce sips her beer. Tommy puts his arm around her. Joyce begins sobbing, body shaking.
JOYCE (CONT'D)
When I was about thirteen...
Is this transition working park/mcfadden house
INT.  MCFADDEN LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
MRS. MCFADDEN
Joe another beer.
Joe is looking around for Joyce.
JOE
Sure. Where's that kid of yours?
MRS. MCFADDEN
Joyce, she's in bed.
JOE
Cute kid.
Mrs. McFadden curls up closer to Joe rubs her breast against his chest.
MRS. MCFADDEN
How about a real women.
JOE
I'll have some of that.
Joe slips his hand inside her bra, Mrs. McFadden responds, he rolls on top of her.
INT. JOYCE'S BEDROOM - LATER
The room is dark, we hear Joyce BREATHING.
JOE
Joyce, you in here.
Joyce slowly wakes.
JOYCE
Huh.
JOE
Joyce, jus' me, friendly ol' Joe.
Joyce is still groggy.
JOYCE
Joe.
JOE
Quiet now, just wanna talk to you, give you something.
JOYCE
What's that?
SADISTIC LAUGH from Joe.
JOE
You'll see.
Joe throws himself on Joyce she attempts to scream, Joe muffles her mouth with his hand.
INT. MCFADDEN KITCHEN - MORNING
Joyce scuffs into the kitchen, blood covers the front of her nightgown.
MRS. MCFADDEN
What's wrong with you, what did you do now?
JOYCE
That man...
MRS. MCFADDEN
What man?
JOYCE
The one here last night. Joe.
MRS. MCFADDEN
What about Joe?
JOYCE
He came in my room last night.
MRS. MCFADDEN
I didn't see him go in your room.
JOYCE
He did, when...you...when you were sleeping on the couch.
MRS. MCFADDEN
Joyce you're lying again.
JOYCE
No, he came in the room he touched me.
MRS. MCFADDEN
Shut your lying mouth.
JOYCE
No, he laid on top of me pushed himself inside me, he hurt me.
MRS. MCFADDEN
You lying bitch, what kind of slut have I raised.
She strikes at Joyce repeatedly, she backs away with her hands up trying to protect herself from the pummeling.
MRS. MCFADDEN (CONT'D)
Bitch, lying bitch.
EXT. LAKESIDE BEACH - LATER
TOMMY
Unbelievable...no, I mean your mother, how she could treat you like that?
JOYCE
That's the way it's always been. That's all I've known.
Joyce takes another sip.
JOYCE (CONT'D)
What a mess.
Tommy pulls Joyce close.
JOYCE (CONT'D)
I want to be loved. I want someone to hold me and never let me go. Mike left for school, I'm lost, abandoned.
TOMMY
When will he be back.
JOYCE
4th of July, seems like a lifetime, I feel so cold so empty without him.
Joyce pours the remains of her beer off to the side.
JOYCE (CONT'D)
No more for me. How about you?
TOMMY
No, I'm OK. How long will he stay?
JOYCE
Just the weekend.  His school will be done in a month. Then...
Tommy puts his empty bottle in the bag, crumples it closed.
TOMMY
What then?
JOYCE
I don't know, I'm not sure what plans Mike has.
TOMMY
Have you asked?
JOYCE
I'm afraid.
TOMMY
Why?
JOYCE
He may not want me, may not want to take me with him.
She begins sobbing again.
JOYCE (CONT'D)
Tom I couldn't...I couldn't hear him say that he didn't want me.
She covers her face with her hands.
Tommy puts his arm across her shoulder.
INT. CATHOLIC CHAPEL - MORNING
The Sullivan family attends mass, Tommy squirms with guilt.
PRIEST
There are those who live by their stomachs, emotions and desires drive their lives. Salvation is through God alone.
INT. PROTESTANT CHURCH - MORNING
Joyce and her mother are listening to the sermon, Mrs. McFadden has smug visage.
REV. BORDEN
One of the problems of young people today is they need something to believe in.  They need a cause, a leader.  They want and need someone to control them.
Mrs. McFadden turns to Joyce giving her a knowing smile.
EXT. CATHOLIC CHAPEL - MORNING
MOM
Father your thoughts are always so inspiring.
PRIEST
Thank you, god bless you.
EXT. PROTESTANT CHURCH - MORNING
Mrs. McFadden smiles for the minister as she shakes his hand.
MRS. MCFADDEN
Rev.  Borden you're words were an inspiration for my daughter.
She looks around for Joyce, she is nowhere to be seen.  She gives the minister a puzzled look as she walks away.
This is too much chatter--need to cut it down
INT. VILLAGE STORE - DAY
Joyce is at the counter reading a fashion magazine, Becca enters.
BECCA
Hi.
JOYCE
Aren't you Becca.
Becca is puzzled.
BECCA
Yes, how did you know?
JOYCE
Tommy, were friends...he described you. sweater, plaid skirt.
BECCA
Oh.
JOYCE
Could I help you find something.
Becca looks down at her list.
BECCA
Just a few items.
Joyce goes around to Becca
JOYCE
Here, let me help.
INT. VILLAGE STORE - LATER
Joyce is ringing up Becca's items.
JOYCE
Would you like to come back...
Joyce looks over to the clock.
JOYCE (CONT'D)
about a half an hour I'll be off.
BECCA
ok. Here...in the store.
JOYCE
Oh no, the yard behind the house in back.
BECCA
I'll meet you then.
EXT. MCFADDEN YARD - DAY
Joyce and Becca are on a yard swing.  Joyce is looking at her fashion magazine as she talks with Becca.
BECCA
How did Tommy describe me.
JOYCE
Oh, the sweater and plaid skirt...not many girls dress like that here...just more casual, shorts and a blouse, that sort of thing.  You have that preppie look.
BECCA
What is it like living here in the village.
JOYCE
OK...not many people to talk to.
BECCA
Why is that?
JOYCE
Mike, my friend is away...at school.  Girls here ignore me.  I'm a threat to them.
BECCA
How are you a threat.
JOYCE
They think I want to take their guys...I could care less...big stupid guys.
She glances at her magazine.
JOYCE (CONT'D)
Everyone thinks I'm a slut...judge everything I do.
BECCA
People will do that, view  a persons life, by a few snapshots, don't see the whole person for what they are.
JOYCE
I need to tell you something about myself.
INT. SMITH CABIN - NIGHT
Tommy and Becca are sitting on the couch watching a Television drama.
TOMMY
I don't get it.
BECCA
It's about death.
Becca is intent on explaining her feelings to Tommy.
BECCA (CONT'D)
Life and non-life.
Tommy shakes his head.
TOMMY
You're talking about suicide.
Becca walks to the television turning it off.
BECCA
You just go to sleep, nothing more, that's all there is.
TOMMY
It's not right...it's a sin.  She leaves the poor guy...she's gone...that's hard...hard to deal with.
BECCA
I don't believe in a heaven or hell...  sin, we just are.
TOMMY
What about a future?
BECCA
What about pain?
TOMMY
What kind of pain?
BECCA
Psychological...look at Joyce, the pain she is in...the pain that she will carry forever.
TOMMY
I don't know what to say.
BECCA
There is nothing to say...nothing to wash away what is.
Becca stares at the blank television.
BECCA (CONT'D)
She couldn't continue.
TOMMY
Why, he seemed like a nice guy.
BECCA
Too nice, he didn't stimulate her creativity.
TOMMY
Too nice.
BECCA
Artists need conflict to be creative.
There is a flash of HEADLIGHTS across the windows.
BECCA (CONT'D)
He didn't allow her to expand herself, to move beyond who she was.
Becca smoothes out her hair as her parents come through the door.
EXT. SMITH CABIN - NIGHT
Becca, Tommy and Mr. Smith are standing on the cabin porch. Mr. Smith is standing behind Becca smiling, he puts both hands on her shoulders, she winces along with a SLIGHT INTAKE OF BREATH. He speaks to Tommy over Becca.
MR. SMITH
Becca is important to me.  She has a future, I don't want to see that jeopardized. Your relationship needs to be platonic.
TOMMY
Yes Mr. Smith I understand.
EXT. VILLAGE THEATER - DAY
Cynthia is whispering to Peggy, standing on the sidewalk at the box office.
CYNTHIA
You buy a ticket and then go up front, open the exit door and I get in for free, just so simple.
PEGGY
But...
CYNTHIA
no buts, just do it. You think too much. Just do it, it's that simple.
PEGGY
But...
Peggy is not convinced.
CYNTHIA
Buy the ticket.
PEGGY
Why me.
Peggy goes off to buy the ticket, Cynthia goes down the alley to the back of the theater.
INT. THEATER - CONTINUOUS
Peggy works her way to the front of the theater. She sits in the seat closest to the exit. She looks around, looks at the back of the theater, crouches and moves to the exit door, as the door opens Cynthia enters, followed by the theater manager, Mr. Hansen.
Cynthia shrugs her shoulders at Peggy, Peggy has a shocked look on her face.
CYNTHIA
Didn't see him.
MR. HANSEN
Well I saw you two.
PAUSE
MR. HANSEN (CONT'D)
You're going to the office with me, might call the police.
Peggy begins to cry.
Cynthia gives a pained expression.
INT. THEATER, MANAGERS OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
The Mr. Hansen is talking on the phone.
MR. HANSEN
Mrs. Sullivan, This is Ned Hansen at the theater, your daughter and a friend have gotten into some trouble.
He looks over at the girls.
MR. HANSEN (CONT'D)
No, I'm sure this is something you weren't expecting.
He nods his head.
MR. HANSEN (CONT'D)
Yes.
He swipes at dust on the phone.
MR. HANSEN (CONT'D)
Hansen, yes...Ned Hansen...if you could come to the theater, I will make some arrangement.
He looks back at the subdued girls.
MR. HANSEN (CONT'D)
Yes I will be waiting for you.
The Mr. Hansen gives the girls an exasperated look as he puts the phone down.
He Looks down at Peggy.
MR. HANSEN (CONT'D)
Not the behavior your Mother expected from you.
Turning his attention to Cynthia.
MR. HANSEN (CONT'D)
Now how many times have I caught you Cynthia.
CYNTHIA
Couple times.
He looks at her with disbelief.
MR. HANSEN
More...lot more than a couple.
He shakes his head, What to do.
EXT. THEATER  DAY
Mrs. Sullivan and Peggy leaving the theater, walking back to the cabin.
MOM
I don't know what has gotten into you. This is just not like you Margaret Anne Sullivan. Not a word...not a word to your father. We will see that this never happens again. You will not see that little ragamuffin again...that Cynthia.
EXT.  VILLAGE STREET - DAY
Tommy is walking down the street, a bgi beefy guy walks up behind him.
MIKE
Kid.
Tommy turns facing Mike.
TOMMY
Yeah.
MIKE
You Tom?
TOMMY
Yeah.
MIKE
I'm Mike, Joyce is my girl, you been messing with my girl?
TOMMY
We talk.
MIKE
Just talk.
TOMMY
Yeah, well sort of.
MIKE
What you mean sort'a?
TOMMY
Joyce is a nice person, she's been helping me.
MIKE
You talk too much, you touch her.
TOMMY
Well...maybe.
Mike grabs Tommy by the collar.
MIKE
I could kill you kid.
Mike is agitated, breathing heavily.  Mike snaps his fingers.
MIKE (CONT'D)
I could kill you like that.
TOMMY
Not a good idea here in public, too many witnesses.
Mike looks around.
MIKE
You might be right.
TOMMY
Maybe we should talk.
Mike shakes his fist in Tommy's face.  He grabs Tommy's collar, pushing him into the alley.
MIKE
I'm not big on talking, rather smash you in the mouth. You touched my girl.
TOMMY
Mike, Joyce is a special girl. You're lucky that she loves you.
MIKE
Yeah.
TOMMY
Joyce missed you, she needed someone to talk to.
MIKE
Yeah.
TOMMY
Mike I hear you're a great mechanic.
MIKE
Best in my class. Not a plane engine I can't make purr like a kitten.
TOMMY
Show me your hands.
MIKE
What ya wanna see my hands for.
TOMMY
Let me see your hands.
Mike puts his hands out, They look down at his grease stained paws.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Wow.
MIKE
What's wrong with my hands.
TOMMY
Think about Joyce. What does her skin look like?
MIKE
Yeah.
TOMMY
Give me a few words. What does it look like?
MIKE
Soft, pink, white.
TOMMY
Look at your hands.
Mike studies his hands.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
You want Joyce to purr like a kitten.
MIKE
Sure.
TOMMY
Clean hands mean a lot to a woman.
MIKE
Guess.
TOMMY
Clean, slow moving hands drive a woman crazy.
Mike's brows furrow.
MIKE
You know too much for a kid. I'm keeping my eye on you.
TOMMY
Let's go to the store.
Mike has a worried look.
MIKE
Is old lady McFadden there? I don't go to the store if she's around.
TOMMY
Saw her leaving town a while ago, won't be back for an hour or more.
MIKE
Good.
Mike and Tommy walk down the street.
EXT. VILLAGE STREET - DAY
Cynthia and Peggy are walking along the sidewalk. As they pass the theater Mr. Hansen walks out. Mr. Hansen looks down at Cynthia.
MR. HANSEN
Cynthia.
She is startled, afraid that she has been caught at something again.
MR. HANSEN (CONT'D)
My cleaner has quit on me.
She looks at him with a dumb stare.
CYNTHIA
Huh.
MR. HANSEN
I need someone to clean-up after each show.
CYNTHIA
You mean you would pay me...to work.
MR. HANSEN
Yes...this way you see the movies without having to sneak in.
CYNTHIA
I get to see the movies free.
MR. HANSEN
You do have to work...and you do see the movies for free.
Cynthia is doing some heavy thinking.
CYNTHIA
Can I think about it.
MR. HANSEN
Not too long, I need help, next few days.
CYNTHIA
I'll think it over.
The girls go down the street whispering and laughing.
INT. STORE - DAY
Joyce is behind the counter, reading the newspaper, she gasps as Mike and Tommy walk in.
MIKE
Joyce, I found your little friend.
Mike glances back at Tommy following several steps behind.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Not sure I think much of him.
TOMMY
Hi, Joyce, how ya doing.
JOYCE
OK. You OK.
TOMMY
Sure, I'm fine.
MIKE
I'll see about that.
JOYCE
Mike, take it easy.
MIKE
Like I said, we'll see.
Mike walks over to the beer refrigerator, looks over at Tommy, smiles, pulls out two carriers of Schlitz. He walks over to the counter putting the beer down in front of Joyce.
JOYCE
Where are you going.
MIKE
My friend Tommy and me, we're going to have a talk.
Tommy puts a bottle of baby oil on the counter.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Where were going there ain't no babies to change.
TOMMY
How much Joyce?
JOYCE
Seventy-five cents.
Tommy pays for the oil.
TOMMY
Ready to go, need to drop by the cabin, leave a note that I'll be back late.
MIKE
Don't be so sure about coming back.
Mike heads for the door, Tommy looks at Joyce then turns for the door, shaking his head.
EXT. CLEARING IN THE WOODS - NIGHT
Tommy and Mike are sitting on logs in front of a fire.
MIKE
Have a  beer. Is it Tom or Tommy?
TOMMY
Call me Tom, Thanks.
He takes the beer from Mike.
MIKE
How long ya known Joyce.
TOMMY
Couple weeks.
MIKE
Work fast kid.
Mike shakes his head.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Fast. Joyce means a lot to me.
TOMMY
You tell her that?
Mike takes a swig of his beer, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
MIKE
Hmm...guess not.
TOMMY
Maybe she should hear how you feel.
MIKE
She's gotta know, the way we kiss and touch.
TOMMY
Sometimes a woman needs to hear the words.
Mike looks at Tommy with amazement.
MIKE
Yeah, probably right,
TOMMY
What are you going to do when you finish mechanic school?
MIKE
I'm getting a job in plane engine repair, have an offer already.
Tommy has a smile, he is setting the trap.
TOMMY
Here at the lake.
MIKE
Stupid, ain't no airfield here at the lake.
Tommy smiles.
TOMMY
What happens to Joyce?
Mike pulls two more beers from the box, pries the caps off, hands one to Tommy.
MIKE
Put this in your mouth, you ask to many questions.
TOMMY
Thanks.
Tommy and Mike sip at their beers for a moment.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Couple weeks people start leaving the lake.
MIKE
So.
TOMMY
Old lady Mcfadden is going to throw Joyce out.
MIKE
What?
TOMMY
Joyce finished school. Her mother doesn't feel she has any more responsibility for her.
Mike stares into the fire.
MIKE
(Contemplating the implications)
Didn't know that...Joyce didn't say anything.
Tommy sips on his beer.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Wow.
TOMMY
Yeah.
MIKE
That lady is one mean...
TOMMY
Yes she is.
Mike SNARLES.
MIKE
Bitch!
Tommy pulls the bottle of baby oil from his pocket.
TOMMY
Take this.
MIKE
Baby oil?
TOMMY
Best thing I know for getting grease out of your hands.
MIKE
I don't know.  Baby stuff...the smell.
TOMMY
Like I said women like slow moving, clean hands.
Mike looks at the bottle with disgust.
EXT. BASEBALL FIELD - DAY
Cynthia and peggy are watching the game beyond the outfield, sitting on the grass. A fly ball lands and rolls to them.  Cynthia jumps-up grabs the ball and throws it into the infield.
Peggy stares at her in amazement.
PEGGY
Wow...throw almost as good as my brother. Do you play baseball.
CYNTHIA
No.
PEGGY
Maybe you should.
CYNTHIA
No, I'm enough of a freak already.
Peggy doesn't understand.
PEGGY
I don't...
CYNTHIA
Let it go...don't wanna talk about it.
Mike and Joyce are sitting in the bleachers. Mike is not watching the game, looking around out of boredom.
MIKE
I could be working on my car...tune-up.
JOYCE
Relax...enjoy the game.
MIKE
I'm relaxed...car needs work.
JOYCE
You spend more time on that car than...
MIKE
Come on take it easy...
Joyce is waving her hands in the air.
JOYCE
Oh, Tommy and Becca are on the other side.
MIKE
Nice guy...Tom...for a kid.
Joyce laughs and pushes at Mike.
EXT. DANCE PAVILION - NIGHT
A band is playing in the background.
Tommy and Becca are in a tight embrace, their feet shuffle, there is little space on the crowed floor. Their eyes are closed. There is no conversation.
Joyce and Mike dancing
MIKE
Will you come to the graduation.
JOYCE
Is that an invitation
MIKE
You're my girl. Who else would I want there.
JOYCE
Yes, I'll be there.
MIKE
Then we'll get married...have a job...gotta get married.
JOYCE
Is that a proposal.
MIKE
Guess so...
Joyce laughs.
JOYCE
Yes, the answer is yes.
She pulls him closer.
EXT. LAKE - NIGHT
Becca and Tommy are walking along the beach.
BECCA
Fire works will start soon
TOMMY
There is that boat over there, we could row out to the platform.
BECCA
Know how to work the oars?
TOMMY
Old pro.
Tommy steadies the boat as Becca steps in.  He pulls at the oars.
BECCA
Tom, I pushed too hard, expected too much.
TOMMY
Becca I have never wanted anything so much in my life.
BECCA
I feel that life is so short. I want, feel that I need right now, waiting for things to be just right doesn't work...we are so different.
Tommy rows on in silence. Becca is quiet, deep in thought as they arrive at the platform.
TOMMY
I'll hold tight here, you climb up.
Becca climbs up onto the platform, she rolls out a blanket. Tommy sits next to her.
BECCA
Books...
Tommy looks down at her.
TOMMY
What's that.
BECCA
I've been thinking about books...ideas. Some ways they fail me.
PAUSE
BECCA (CONT'D)
Some times you have to go beyond books, look inside to find the answers, intuition I guess.
TOMMY
Maybe its a blend of the two.
Fireworks begin to explode in the night sky, Tommy and Becca look on in silence but not seeing. They lay back on the blanket.
Later as the fireworks conclude.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Not what I expected.
BECCA
The fireworks.
TOMMY
Fireworks, vacation. My head feels like it is going to burst; and this empty feeling in my stomach.
Pause. Tommy looks at Becca, shakes his head.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Vacations, here at the cabin used to be so...fun: baseball games, hikes, campfires. This has been different, complex.
BECCA
I think it's part of growing up.
Tommy puts his arms around Becca pulling her close. Whispering in her ear.
TOMMY
This is almost painful.
From shore can be heard music from the dance pavilion, there is a mournful saxophone playing, Becca puts her head on Tommy's shoulder, they close their eyes.
EXT. LAKE  EARLY - MORNING
Morning twilight, pink hue in the sky, just prior to sunrise.
Tommy and Becca are asleep on the platform, wrapped in one another's arms.
Tommy begins to stir, wakes.
TOMMY
What...where.
Tommy sits up, looks around.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Becca...Becca.
BECCA
What, Tommy. Oh, no.
TOMMY
Yes... I'm dead, your dead. What are our parents going to think?  What are they going to do?
Tommy stands, looks around again.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Shit.
Becca laughs.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Becca, it isn't funny.
BECCA
You never swear, it sounded so...I couldn't help myself.
TOMMY
Wont your parents be upset?
BECCA
Maybe, death I don't think will be considered though.
EXT.  SMITH CABIN - MORNING
TOMMY
I wanted to say goodbye.
Becca pulls Tommy to her, they embrace.
There is a tear at the corner of Becca's eye, Tommy brushes at it with the back of his hand.
BECCA
This moment...don't forget this moment.
TOMMY
I can't...I won't.
He is soaking in her look, her face.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
We can write, visit. I won't let you go.
EXT. BEACH - DAY
Peggy and Cynthia are sitting on a bench facing the lake.
CYNTHIA
Going soon.
PEGGY
Tomorrow.
CYNTHIA
Been fun...you here.
They laugh.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
Never had so much fun.
PEGGY
Have good times at home...never anything like this...so wild.
They laugh
CYNTHIA
You changed me.
Peggy stares at her.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
I feel different...
They are uncomfortable.
PEGGY
Me too...I better go.
CYNTHIA
No, not yet.
Cynthia holds on to Peggy's wrist.  Peggy is startled, she looks into Cynthia's eyes.  Cynthia brushes her hand across Peggy's cheek.  Peggy smiles.
EXT. VILLAGE SIDEWALK - DAY
Cynthia and Slocum are sitting on the curb talking, he is agitated.
SLOCUM
Did you get it for me.
CYNTHIA
Get it yourself. I'm not your slave, not anymore.
He grabs her by the arm, begins to twist it high behind her back.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
Ah...go ahead break it I don't care...ah.
He lets her arm go, pushes her aside.
SLOCUM
Stupid, worthless piece of shit.
She turns away from him, twisting her snarled hair in her fingers. She stands and begins walking off.
SLOCUM (CONT'D)
Where you going.
CYNTHIA
Home, I need a shower.
SLOCUM
Why you want to get clean.
CYNTHIA
I have a job to go to.
SLOCUM
You...work?
INT. CAR - MORNING
TOMMY
Dad, could you stop at the store, maybe the paper is in.
DAD
Sure son. Say goodbye to Joyce for us if you see her.
Dad pulls the car to a stop at the store. Tommy begins exiting the car.
PEGGY
How about the wicked bitch.
MOM
Peggy, when we get home I will wash your mouth out with soap. I just don't understand young women these days.
INT. VILLAGE STORE - MORNING
Tommy enters the store, Joyce is shelving cans on a shelf near the door.
JOYCE
I thought you were gone.  Come in for the paper.
TOMMY
Just an excuse.
JOYCE
Excuse for what.
TOMMY
To say goodbye.
JOYCE
When are you leaving?
TOMMY
Now, my family is in the car.
JOYCE
Better grab a paper then.
They walk to the counter, Joyce hands Tommy the paper, he gives her the fifteen cents.
TOMMY
How is Mike?
JOYCE
He's great, I guess were engaged.
TOMMY
What do you mean you guess.
JOYCE
He kind'a proposed.
TOMMY
That's good, right?
JOYCE
Better than good...what did you say to him...he's a changed guy...clean hands, smells good and he thinks about me in a nice new sort of way.
TOMMY
Didn't say too much...glad for you.
He glances at the clock.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
I guess I better go.
Tommy puts his hands at Joyce's waist, pulls her close, kisses her lightly on the lips.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Thanks Joyce, my life is so different since we met.
JOYCE
I hope that is good.
TOMMY
Think so. Bye.
Tommy lets her go, turns and leaves.
INT. CAR - DAY
Family is returning to Milwaukee
Dad is puffing on a cigarette, Mom is looking out the window.  Peggy is attempting to read, she keeps looking out the window.  Tommy is staring into nothingness.
DAD
Radio son.
Tommy doesn't respond, dad turns to him.
DAD (CONT'D)
Tommy, want the news.
TOMMY
Oh dad, sorry...no, not interested now...guess.
He turns to look at the passing scenery, not focusing, he has a pained expression.
INT. LIVING ROOM - AFTERNOON
Mom and dad are in the living room talking on the couch, hushed conversation. Mom has tears in her eyes. Dad is stern-of-face.
MOM
I don't know what I'm going to do.
DAD
Dear I feel so bad for you and the kids, I feel as though I'm abandoning you.
Mom is quietly sobbing, Dad pulls her closer, leans his head into her.
DAD (CONT'D)
Tommy is almost a man, he'll be a big help, take care of himself, help you and Peggy.
MOM
What am I going to do?
DAD
And there is the life insurance, you'll be fine financially.
MOM
Financially, I depend upon you so much, what am I going to do? You're my rock.
Tommy understands that dad has cancer, prognosis is not good.
INT. MILWAUKEE HOSPITAL - NIGHT
Mom, Peggy and Tommy comforting one another as doctors evaluate Dad, his time appears to be at an end, sadness prevails.
Mom goes into Dad's room Peggy sits near the door Tommy sits on a couch facing a window that reflects his image, he stares off into the night. Joyce's face is reflected in the window, she talks to Tommy.
JOYCE
Hi, Tom, things aren't going well sorry. wish I could be there, talk, we could hold each other.
Life...just isn't easy.
PAUSE
JOYCE (CONT'D)
Take care of yourself. I'll always remember you...maybe I name my first son after you.
Joyce's face fades to be replaced by Becca a few moments later, she talks to Tommy. He doesn't talk, he responds with nods and grunts(word?).
BECCA
I came to say goodbye. I tried, it just couldn't work.  I couldn't go on. I loved you Tom.
Mom returns with Peggy, Dad has died, the three hug, We hear sobs.
Mr.and Mrs. Smith are down the hall, they are collapsed on a bench.
Tommy talks to a nurse, slowly comes down the hall, eyes filled with tears.
INT. DOCTORS OFFICE - DAY
Tommy talking to the doctor. the doctor stands, takes a book from a shelf hands it to tommy.
Tommy takes the book from the doctor, stands, shakes the doctor's hand and leaves.
INT. HOSPITAL (DREAM SEQUENCE) - DAY
NURSE (V.O.)
Dr. Tommy to Emergency Room, Dr. Tommy.
Dr. Tommy comes through a swinging door, hands are up in sterile position, gloved, he is wearing scrubs, operating room mask is down at his neck.
NURSE (O.S.) (CONT'D)
It's a suicide doctor.
Becca is on a gurney in the ER, she is covered with blood. Mr. Smith is pulling at her, he has a sinister look about him.
TOMMY
Becca, it's Tommy.
Mr. Smith is on the opposite side pushing at Tommy, Tommy attempts to revive Becca.  Mr. Smith interferes.
MR. SMITH
She's mine, get away.
TOMMY
Becca, Becca.
INT. TOMMY'S BEDROOM - MORNING
MOTHER (O.S.)
Tommy, Tommy breakfast.
Tommy sits up in bed, he is covered with sweat.
EXT. LIBRARY - AFTERNOON
Need to add action, Slim and Sam are appaled!
Tommy's friends Slim and Sam are walking towards him, he waves, turns toward the steps in front of the public library. He has a medical textbook under his arm.
SAM
Tommy, where've you been?
TOMMY
Slim, Sam, hi.
Slim is tossing his baseball into his mitt.
SLIM
You didn't call, didn't let us know you were back.
TOMMY
A lot has happened.
SAM
Where you going?
TOMMY
The library.
Slim and Sam stare at the building.
SAM
What, what's in there.
TOMMY
I have some work to do.
SLIM
Huh, in the library?
TOMMY
I have to study.
They shrug there shoulders, arm gestures of dismay.
SAM
Tommy, what's with you. It's summer...baseball, the Braves.
SLIM
Study. What are you talking about?
TOMMY
I'm going to be a doctor.
Now he's done it, their universe is out of whack, the unthinkable has been spoken, their body language shows it; arms are flying, looking to the heavens for support, total disbelief.
SLIM
A doctor?
SAM
You're the best first baseman around.
SLIM
You could be a pro, the big leagues.
TOMMY
I want to fix people, get things right, I'm going to be a doctor.
Tommy shrugs his shoulders, smiles, pulls the library door open, walks in.
As the door closes Slim throws his mitt to the ground, SHOUTING.
SLIM
What's wrong with him, he could be a pro!
INT. CABIN - EARLY MORNING
A much older Dr. Thomas Sullivan is packing his suitcase. There is a knock at the door.
THOMAS
Right with you.
At the screen door is a young person wearing a baseball cap, sweatshirt and jeans with a duffel bag at her feet.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
Thomasina, bring your gear in, you are up early this morning.
THOMASINA
Dr. Sullivan, I drove up in the dark...just wanted to see you before you left.
THOMAS
Did you bring a mitt.
THOMASINA
Always.
THOMAS
We can throw a ball around in back.  Sorry I'll be missing Joyce and Mike...have this paper to present to the conference.
THOMASINA
They understand. Dad did complain some, always looks forward to seeing you.
EXT. CABIN - MORNING
Thomasina and Thomas are sitting on the back steps, she is tossing the baseball into her mitt.
THOMAS
What did you want to see me about.
THOMASINA
Me.
THOMAS
What about you?
THOMASINA
I don't know...not sure what I want to do with myself. Girls I know are getting married, some going to college.
THOMAS
How have your grades been?
THOMASINA
I crank out the A's and B's, the usual.
THOMAS
Have you been dating, seeing any special person?
THOMASINA
That's just it...most of the guys I meet just don't interest me.
THOMAS
Hmm.
THOMASINA
I want to do something with my life...something meaningful...maybe someday present a paper to a medical conference.
THOMAS
Time...in time you will know.