Unbound

A Screenplay

by

Tom Foster

 

 

Log Line: A young man reunites with a lost love and discovers she has a secret to tell him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ACT I

 

INT: CARPETED HALLWAY-POOR LIGHTING

 

MORGAN is heading for the bathroom nearby, stumbling forward as he seeks the doorway.

 

V.O.

 

God it feels worse today than it has in a long time. The crap that collects on my eyes as I sleep is getting thick and crustier every day, but I don’t know how to make it stop.  I know something’s wrong with me as I finally make it into the bathroom just to vomit in the sink. It’s my day off goddammit, I didn’t want to be up this early, and certainly not to puke my guts out in the sink.

 

MORGAN tries to shift over to the nearby toilet, but as his stomach clenches he leaned over the sink and lets loose with a ribbon of red-flecked vomit.

 

V.O.

 

It feels like liquid fire coming out of my mouth, and it takes everything I have not to gag or make too much noise. My roommates don’t need to see me like this, even if they already know my condition. The last thing I need to be is a burden to either of them.

 

MORGAN’S hands tighten on the edge of the counter as he lets loose with another stream of vomit. This one seems to pain him even more as he leans closer to the basin.

 

CUT TO:

 

The countertop moves slightly as the adhesive holding it to the base is cracked and almost dislodged. Morgan tries to ease up as his arms begin to shake.

 

V.O.

Holy shit that smells. I hope I can get rid of this before the guys wake up.  I might catch more shit for making a mess than not telling them it’s gotten this bad, but I still don’t need to see the sorry look in their eyes. That’s worse than anything, knowing that in some way they actually do pity me on some level. Pity is probably the worst thing you could offer a guy like me.

 

MORGAN begins to shake, his mouth clamps shut, and he closes his eyes as though expecting another rush of nausea.

 

V.O.

 

I’m thankful at least that my youngest roommate and best friend Tim let me stay here. Otherwise I’d be living with my mom and her husband, my bastard of a stepfather that thinks I’m being a fool for paying child support when all my problems could be solved with a single bullet. Trust me, I’ve given it some thought, but even my ex doesn’t deserve that, and neither does my kid. If anything I’m grateful that Tim let’s me have my boy over here every now and again.  Most other friends I’ve had would have come up with some lame ass excuse to keep him out of here.

 

MORGAN retches once more, but it is a dry heave and nothing comes up. Turning the faucet on low he scoops water into his mouth, wincing as he feels a toothache spring to life.

 

V.O.

 

Tim’s a good guy, so’s Mike, but in truth I think between the two of them that Tim is the scarier one. He’s the type of quiet guy you don’t know enough about to screw with, the type that might have a stash of nasty little surprises squirreled away in a box in the attic or basement just waiting to be unveiled so that the world can see how sick he really is.

But that’s not Tim.

No, Tim is the genuinely quiet guy that you don’t want to see

get riled because when it happens it’s like standing in the path

of a hurricane that just dropped out of nowhere on your head.

I’ve only gone nose to nose with a few crazies in my life, but none of them hold a candle to Tim. I’d rather fight a strung-out crackhead than raise my fist to this guy, he scares me that much.

 

MORGAN turns off the faucet and uses a nearby towel to wipe his face. Turning off the light he exits the bathroom. He stands regarding the opposite wall for a moment, taking in its light blue color as he reminisces

 

V.O.

 

I almost fought TIM once. We were both drunk, no surprise, and I managed to say something to rile him up. He stood up, I stood up, and for the next few minutes we both waited for one of us to throw down.  I looked in his eyes that day and I didn’t seen an ounce of give, and that’s when I knew for certain that he was dangerous. A person with a cause to fight for is probably one of the most dangerous people in the world. I think our friend JERRY put it best when he and I had a chance to talk about our good friend TIM and just how nuts he might be. JERRY’S words were “I don’t fuck with quiet people.”

 

MORGAN sighs quietly and turns to his left, his bare feet padding along the blue carpet of the hallway as he makes his way to a small kitchen located several steps forward and to the left.  Shuffling into the small area he begins to look through cupboards and drawers to find the components he needs to make a pot of coffee.

 

V.O.

 

Life with TIM and JERRY as roommates isn’t so bad, so long as we all get along.  It’s better than the life I used to have. If nothing else this life is never boring for long.

 

FADE OUT:

 

END OF ACT I

 

 

ACT II

 

INT: LIVING ROOM AREA-WELL-LIT

The television flips between channels as MORGAN attempts to find a suitable program.  TIM is seated at the dining area to his left, typing on a battered laptop and occasionally muttering to himself. The sound of someone moving in the hallway captures both their attention for a moment.

 

JERRY

(moaning in pain)

Oh God. If you need the bathroom for anything speak now or hold your peace for about an hour or two! I’ve got a shit on deck that could choke an elephant!

 

From behind the door the sound of the ceiling fan turning on can be heard. MORGAN and TIM roll their eyes.

 

TIM

 

It’s always nice to have some warning I guess.

 

MORGAN

 

Screw that. I’d rather he shoved a cork up his ass and use the gas station down the street.

 

TIM

(laughing heartily)

Si.

 

MORGAN

 

SI!

 

MORGAN & TIM

(together)

 

SI!

 

JERRY

(from bathroom)

Enough with that shit!

 

TIM

(still laughing)

Back atcha!

 

FADE TO WHITE:

 

FADE IN:

 

INT: LIVING ROOM AREA: WELL-LIT

 

MORGAN is sitting on the couch facing the television, flipping channels as the screen switches from one program to another.  TIM is seated at the dining room table, typing on his old laptop computer. JERRY is back in his bedroom.  Sunlight is pouring in from the front windows, providing the majority of the illumination.

 

MORGAN

(groans)

Man, there is absolutely nothing on!

 

TIM

 

It’s Sunday. What did you expect?

 

MORGAN

 

If it was football season I’d expect your ‘Hawks to be takin’ a big shit on first and goal about now.”

 

TIM

(raises one eyebrow)

I still say it was pass interference.

 

MORGAN

(grins)

Get over it man, your team lost.

(pauses)

They lost the Super Bowl.

 

TIM

 

Yeah, yeah.

 

MORGAN

 

You know, the biggest game of the season.

 

TIM

(in a sing-song voice)

Shut up.

 

MORGAN

(smiling broadly)

As in, they lose and have to start over again next season.

 

TIM

 

Dude…

 

MORGAN

(thrusts his chin upward at TIM)

What? Whatcha gonna do, bruther!

 

TIM

(tightens his jaw as he flexes his arms)

Ooooooh yeeeeah!

 

TIM and MORGAN both laugh at this exchange. JERRY walks from the hallway into the kitchen.

 

JERRY

(groans)

You guys are so gay.

 

CUT TO:

 

INT. KITCHEN-COUNTER-WELL LIT

 

JERRY

(agitated)

Hey, who ate my goddamned burrito?!

 

MORGAN

 

It’s in the fridge. You tried to put it on the stove last night when we got home you renob.

 

JERRY

I was gonna eat it!

 

JERRY looks in the refrigerator, grunts as he finds the burrito. TIM and MORGAN hear the door shut.

 

TIM

 

You’re welcome.

 

JERRY

 

Get bent. But thanks.

 

TIM nods his head, MORGAN shakes his. MORGAN continues to flip through channels.

 

JERRY

 

So what’re we doing today?

 

MORGAN

 

Not much man. I’m still hurting from last night. Aren’t you?

 

JERRY

 

Shit yeah. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to go out again tonight.

 

TIM rolls his eyes.

 

JERRY

So, Jodie’s again?

 

The microwave chimes, JERRY takes his burrito out and begins to eat.

 

MORGAN

 

Isn’t there anywhere else we could go?

 

JERRY

(sitting on the opposite end of the couch)

There’s The Dolphin, or Jiggles.

 

MORGAN

 

I almost want to drink here tonight. Do you think you could get any females to make their way over?

 

JERRY looks at MORGAN curiously. TIM then turns from his laptop and looks at MORGAN. MORGAN already knows what’s coming and sighs as TIM speaks.

 

TIM

(sounding serious)

You know the drill

 

MORGAN

(groans)

Ah shit man, c’mon.

 

JERRY

(grinning)

His house man, even if it is owned by-

 

TIM

(interrupts and points a finger at JERRY)

You need to stop when you’re already right. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all up for it.  But this time the rules are gonna stand. If I say someone goes, I expect you guys to back me up.

 

V.O.

I knew why he would say that. The incident that caused the rules to come into play happened at one of our last parties. We’ve always made sure that our little get-togethers don’t bother anyone, least of all our neighbors the Privets and old Mrs. Widdlemore. That night the Privets were out of town and Mrs. Widdlemore, who’s hella cool by the way, couldn’t hear us if we were setting bombs off in the back yard. Nope, the trouble came in the form of a guy named TOM MCCALL, a guy I’d known for a lot of years, even before I met TIM.

 

CUT TO:

 

EXT: BACK YARD-EVENING- MODERATE TO LOW LIGHTING

1 year ago

 

V.O.
It was a nice night when it happened, we’d been partying for a while before TOM got there, and everything was going good. TIM had even been talking to a young woman that went by the stage name of WHISPER and worked at our favorite strip club.  TOM showed up drinking that rot gut shit, Big Bear, that was all he could afford, and he was well and shit-faced when he decided to mess with TIM and WHISPER.

 

TIM and WHISPER are talking and laughing with one another while resting against the back of the house. They, along with everyone else, are aware of TOM, but try to ignore him.

 

TOM

(in a drunken voice)

Who’s got the dolla-dolla bills yo? (laughs) There’s some hoes up in here! Hoes up in here!

 

TOM dances in a drunken fashion as he makes his way over to TIM and WHISPER, not caring that everyone is looking at him in disgust. As he comes near WHISPER, TIM puts down his beer. TOM makes a lewd gesture toward WHISPER, which prompts TIM to ask her to get behind him. WHISPER does as he asks. When TIM blocks TOM from following, TOM becomes argumentative.

 

TOM

(laughing as he talks)

Hey man! Don’t get stingy, there’s plenty of ass for both of us!

 

TOM takes a long drink from the beer in his hand after talking. TIM stays in front of WHISPER, who sticks close to TIM.

 

TIM

(calmly speaking)

Go on TOM. She’s not into it, and neither am I.

 

TOM

 

Oooh, don’t be such a little priss Kimmy-Tim! I was just joking! Damn man, she’s a stripper right?  Give her an extra five and see if she can hook both of us up!

 

MORGAN and JERRY can see that TIM is ready to swing on TOM, but he remains calm, speaking again as he confronts TOM.

TIM

WHISPER-

WHISPER

(interrupts TIM)

JILL, honey.

 

TIM

(nods at the correction)

JILL is a lady TOM, and I expect her to be treated as such when she’s in my home. I expect everyone here to be treated with respect. If you can’t do that, you can leave.

 

TOM

(fuming now)

Are you fucking serious man? You’re being the fuckin’ prick, not me! I mean shit man, everyone around here is tryin’ to have fun and you’re being all serious! You need to lighten the fuck up you little bitch!

 

TIM

(still calmly speaking, but his fist clench)

If you show some respect you can stay.

 

V.O.

I saw his jaw tighten and his fists clench, and about that time I knew TOM was bound to be in trouble. TIM’S not the kind of guy to look for a fight, but when it comes his way he’s not going to back down either. Plus, he had a woman’s honor to fight for, and that tends to make him just a little more unpredictable, which means he becomes a shit-ton more dangerous.

 

TOM

(yelling now)

If I call her a stripper it’s because that what she is! She dances on a pole and grinds on guys’ cocks for money man! Would you want me to call a waitress a goddamned ah, eh, uh, you know, eh…

 

V.O.

 

Every time he gets drunk TOM picks up this sort of stuttering, faltering nonsense in his speech that we’ve dubbed “TOM-ESE”, which is another language that we’ve tried to create. It’s basically a language made up of grunts and nonsensical words that he spouts when he’s shit-faced and can’t get his words out right, but it’s stuck with us for a number of years now, and it’s always good for laugh.

 

WHISPER has one hand on TIM’S arm as though to restrain him. TOM makes the situation worse by dropping his beer and trying to push TIM.

 

TOM

(visibly upset)

Answer me man! You tell me I can’t say shit and then you-!

 

TOM attempts to shove TIM. TIM grabs both of TOM’S hands, gripping his fingers tightly as he squeezes as hard as he can. The sound of breaking bone can be heard as TOM cries out in pain. TIM goes further and pushes TOM’S fingers almost all the way back to the top of his hands. MORGAN and JERRY intervene then, trying to pull TIM off of TOM as it takes both of them to get him to release TOM. TOM then sucker punches TIM as JERRY and MORGAN are holding him.

TIM is not fazed in the least. Instead he rocks back in his friends’ grip and launches his foot upward at TOM’S chin. The kick lands, and TOM is flung to the ground, unconscious.

 

V.O.

 

I had to drive TOM to the emergency room that night considering that the local clinic that he usually visited for anything was closed. The total tally of damages done was two broken teeth, four fingers broken between both hands, and a cracked ulna that I’m not sure how it happened, but maybe I don’t want to know about.  All in all it set TOM back around two hundred dollars, about what he made in a week at that point. Needless to say TOM didn’t come around for a while after that, but he would call me and ask if I was still hanging around with TIM, to which I always gladly replied yes.

 

CUT TO:

 

INT: LIVING ROOM-DAY-NATURAL LIGHTING

Present

 

MORGAN

 

Y’know, it’s not like I set that asshole on you or anything. He had plenty of women to harass and for some reason he came over and got in your face.

 

TIM

(serious tone)

I can’t stop him from getting wind of a party. But I promise you this man, if he shows up I’ll be tossing his ass to the curb. I won’t be nice enough to drive him to the ER.

 

MORGAN sighs as he gives TIM an irritated look. TIM raises a single eyebrow to show he’s serious.

 

JERRY

 

So is this one of the places he’s on a first-name basis with?

 

TIM and MORGAN laugh. TOM has been known to frequent hospitals on occasion for his many injuries and less than mentionable STD’s.

 

MORGAN

 

I’m kind of surprised he doesn’t have a room or a wing named after him or something.

 

TIM

 

Shit no. I’d name a procedure after him at best. Like maybe if someone needed to have genital warts removed or something. They could call it the “MCCALL Method”.

JERRY

(choking on his burrito)

You asshole. I’m eating over here. Talk about his junk somewhere else. Or better yet, don’t talk about it at all.

 

TIM

(grinning)

Why not? He certainly does.

 

The doorbell chimes. None of the men can see who is at the door since the vertical blinds are covering the windows.

 

JERRY

I’m eating.

 

MORGAN

Not getting it.

 

TIM stands up, shaking his head as he makes his way for the door.

 

TIM

(grinning)

No really, I’ll get it. Assholes.

 

TIM opens the door and sees a beautiful woman on the other side holding a small bundle that he quickly sees is a baby boy. He recognizes JILL instantly, but doesn’t know what to say.

 

TIM

(wide-eyed)

JILL.

 

JILL

(smiling as the baby in her arms coos)

Hello TIM. Can I come in?

 

TIM shakes his head as he comes back to his senses. He then steps aside to let her in. She steps into the house.

 

CUT TO:

 

INT: LIVING ROOM-DAY-NATURAL LIGHTING

 

JILL is holding her baby, TIM sits close to her and MORGAN sits on the end of couch, behind TIM. JERRY is standing near the kitchen.

JILL

 

His name is MICHAEL. I named him after my youngest brother.

 

MORGAN

 

He’s cute.

 

JILL

(smiling)

Isn’t he? (to TIM) He has your eyes. And he even has your spirit I think. Strong and silent, just like daddy.

 

TIM

(clears his throat)

Why didn’t you tell me?

 

MORGAN seems to relax. He expected TIM to react differently to being told he is a father.

 

JILL

(smiles)

You were in school, remember? And you were working full time. I, I didn’t want to, I mean, you had so much going for you.

 

TIM

(grins)

Yeah, and you can see how that turned out.

 

JILL gives him a blank look, then breaks up laughing.

 

JILL

(covers her mouth with one hand)

Oh my. I’m so sorry. (still laughing)

 

TIM

 

I was just joking. I’m still in school and still working full-time, but I manage.

 

JERRY

(grinning)

Yeah, he manages because we foot two-thirds of the bills.

 

TIM

(also grinning)

My paycheck can foot it all man. You could always take MORGAN and go sleep over at his folks’ house.

 

JERRY

(snorts)

Shit. Hell with that.

 

MORGAN

 

Seconded. I’d rather go sleep in the gutter.

 

JERRY

 

We might be anyway, seein’ as how things are now.

 

JILL

(looks shocked)

Oh no! I don’t want you guys to think-!

 

MORGAN

(interrupts with a grin)

He’s kidding. But if Tim here does decide to do the right thing, like I hope he will, (pokes TIM in the back), We’ll expect to be needing to find a place soon.

 

JILL

 

Oh guys no! Just because I chose now to show up I don’t want to kick anyone out!

 

JERRY

 

It’s okay. Just calm down, we’re still kidding. I’d expected to move whenever TIM found someone he wanted to settle down with. Maybe we’re taking things a little too fast.

 

MICHAEL begins to fuss slightly. TIM perks up suddenly.

 

TIM

 

There’s a party going on tonight. You feel like staying?

 

JILL

 

Oh I don’t know. (pulls MICHAEL closer) He needs his formula, and my brother is expecting me back. I don’t know, I might need to say-

 

MORGAN

 

Say yes. It’s so much more fun than saying no. And besides, you can invite CHRIS. He’s way cool.

 

TIM

 

Can you call him? It would be a lot of fun to see him again. We kind of fell out of touch after, well..you know.

 

JILL

(close to tears)

TIM I’m so sorry. I didn’t know until, until I…

 

JILL sobs, causing MICHAEL to start fussing and crying. TIM reaches out to take the baby, and JILL lets him. Almost instantly MICHAEL stops crying as he sees his father.

 

JERRY

(grinning)

Well hell’s bells. I think he knows his daddy.

 

TIM and MICHAEL look at one another, father and son. JILL smiles as she brings both hands to her lap, while MORGAN smiles warmly.

 

V.O.

 

I think just then, at that moment, that TIM realized what had happened, and what he had to do now. Something in his eyes made it evident that his entire life had changed, that he’d been made a whole man finally, unbound by anything but the love he had for that kid and the woman he thought he’d lost for good. I’ll be man at least and say I felt like crying a little.

 

FADE OUT

 

END OF ACT II

 

 

 

 

 

ACT III

 

EXT: BACK PATIO-DAYLIGHT

 

JERRY is soaking an old Weber grill with lighter fluid. MORGAN walks by to see how he’s doing. JERRY is snickering under his breath. He tosses the empty container towards the nearby garage.

 

MORGAN

 

Do you want help with that?

 

JERRY lights the grill, causing a massive ball of flame to shoot up from the bottom. Both men back away quickly from the flame. MORGAN frowns at JERRY.

 

JERRY

(grinning)

Nope.

 

MORGAN

(sniffs)

Shit man, how much did you use?

 

JERRY

 

Damn near half the can. These briquettes are dry as a bone. Plus I just wanted to see a fireball.

 

MORGAN

 

Next time put a lighter to your ass when you rip one. There should be plenty of gas in there.

 

JERRY

 

Shit, I might blow up the garage.

 

Both men laugh as MORGAN walks to the back door of the house, reaching into a blue cooler for a bottle of beer.

 

JERRY

 

Yeah sure I’ll take one.

 

MORGAN

 

You hear anyone ask bitch?

 

JERRY

 

Yeah I heard myself asking. And just for that you can crack it for me too…bitch.

 

MORGAN

(pulling a beer out of the cooler)

There are two things I don’t do in this world, and that’s kiss a man and crack his damned beer for him.

 

JERRY

(accepts the beer from MORGAN)

That wasn’t the tale last night.

 

JERRY plants one hand on his hip suggestively, cocking his hips as he affects a flamboyant pose. JERRY widens his eyes at MORGAN. MORGAN sways his hips as he walks away slowly.

 

MORGAN

(in a sultry, nasal voice)

Thut up you thilly bitch.

 

JERRY

(laughing and waving one hand limply at MORGAN)

I will thcratch your eyes out mithter!

 

JILL walks outside then, standing on the back porch as she looks at both men. She smiles and laughs.

 

JILL

 

Some things don’t change I see. (to MORGAN) Mind handing me a beer handsome?

 

MORGAN hands JILL a beer, making sure that JERRY can see him twisting the cap off.

 

JERRY

(grins)

Oh sure! You’ll do it for her!

 

MORGAN

 

For a lady, yes. Not for a lady that looks like a man.

 

JERRY

 

You come over here and I’ll show you a lady that looks like a man…wait, that didn’t sound right.

 

JILL and MORGAN break up laughing, JILL almost spits her beer out. JERRY ignores them and takes a wire brush from the side of the grill. He begins to clean it.

 

JERRY

 

Shit, what’d we have on this thing last time?

 

MORGAN goes inside the house. As he is going to use the bathroom he sees TIM coming out of his room. MICHAEL is asleep in the room. TIM closes the door gently and stands looking at it for several seconds.

 

MORGAN

(whispering)

Little guy down?

 

Tim just nods.

 

MORGAN

(still whispering)

Hey, you okay?

 

TIM

(nods again)

Are you going to use the bathroom?

 

MORGAN

(nods his head)

I’ll just take a minute. But meet me out front when I’m done. I want to tell you something.

 

TIM nods and walks off, leaving MORGAN alone for the moment.

 

FADE OUT:

 

FADE IN:

EXT: FRONT PORCH-EVENING-LOW LIGHT

 

TIM and MORGAN stand on the front porch. Each of them has a beer and are watching people arrive to their party. They raise a hand in greeting to some and nod at others. MORGAN looks at TIM as TIM begins to speak.

 

TIM

 

She never told me, not once. Neither did CHRIS.

 

MORGAN

 

I’m sure they had their reasons man. CHRIS and JILL are both good people. I don’t know why they wouldn’t think you’d want to meet your kid, but I think they had good intentions at least. (looks carefully at TIM) Are you gonna be okay when CHRIS gets here?

 

TIM

(nods)

 

MORGAN

 

Because, well, you know…

 

TIM

 

Because CHRIS could have come running over here to tell me? Yes, I know.

 

MORGAN

 

Look man. Jerry and I give you a lot of shit all the time, but the truth is that we kind of look up to you. We don’t give a shit that your mom and dad bought this place. It was you that fixed it up and made it livable. Plus, your parents probably would have said no if we’d asked them to stay here, wouldn’t they?

 

TIM just nods

 

MORGAN

 

But you didn’t. For some insane reason you let us stay.

 

TIM

You’re my friends.

 

MORGAN

(nods)

Yeah but, when I first moved in I’ll admit I was thinking it might be more of a free ride and less responsibility. You didn’t let that happen though.

 

TIM

 

The only free rides you get is when JERRY is too drunk and you don’t lock your door.

 

Both men laugh as MORGAN sighs.

 

MORGAN

 

Man, you’re not going to let me live that night down are you?

 

TIM

(shakes his head)

Nope. I still wish I’d had a camera for that moment, I’d have made a wall-sized poster.

 

MORGAN

(chuckling, shaking his head)

My point, asshole, is that instead of just letting us walk on you, you actually stood up for yourself and made us man up for once. I can’t say it was the first time for either of us, but it was needed.

 

TIM

 

You guys have done a lot more in your lives than I have. JERRY’S been around the world and you’ve been on your own since you were seventeen. Sometimes I feel like I’ve only had a life when my parents say it’s okay.

 

JERRY

 

If that was true then we wouldn’t be friends. I don’t hang with little momma’s boys and you know that.

 

TIM

 

Yeah, I know that.

MORGAN

 

If anything we’ve grown just as much as you have. It’s true, we’ve got a few more years experience at life than you, and we’ve done a fair amount of shit. But you’re in the middle of doing more than either of us have ever accomplished. You’re going to school and managing to hold down a full-time job. And now you have the chance to show what you’re really made of.

 

TIM looks at MORGAN curiously, as if uncertain of what he is talking about.

 

MORGAN

(grins)

Any man can make a baby TIM. It takes a father to raise a child.

 

TIM can see in MORGAN’S eyes the truth of what the other man is saying.

 

TIM

 

I just don’t want to screw up.

 

MORGAN

 

None of us do TIM. But all of will at least a few times. Just make sure that when you do you get your ass back up and try again.

 

FADE OUT:

 

FADE IN:

 

EXT: BACK PATIO/YARD-NIGHT-MODERATE LIGHTING (TORCHLIGHT)

 

The party is in full swing. Roughly twenty or more people are talking, drinking, and eating in the backyard/patio area. JERRY is by the grill talking to several people while MORGAN is contributing his views to a debate in another group. TIM and JILL are together and speaking to several other people.

 

V.O.

It’s been one of those days where you don’t know what’s going to happen, but eventually everything works out just fine. I know Tim will be a good father, I feel it, and when I look at him and JILL I get the feeling that they’ve been meant to be together ever since they met.

JERRY and MORGAN quickly excuse themselves as they see a familiar face entering the party. TOM MCCALL has just shown up, but TIM hasn’t noticed yet.

MORGAN and JERRY reach TOM at the same time, but MORGAN speaks first.

 

MORGAN

(looks over his shoulder towards TIM)

You need to get out of here man, right now.

 

TOM

(lopsided grin, slightly drunk)

Well hello to you too asshole.

 

MORGAN

 

Don’t give me that shit TOM. Just turn around and walk off.

 

TOM

(angry now)

Fuck you man! I came to party! Fuck TIM and fuck his skank-ass girlfriend!

 

JERRY

 

You weren’t invited you dipshit! I specifically said no toothless, scar-nosed, homeless, herpes-infested ass bandits!

 

TOM glares at JERRY. He cocks one fist as though he wants to hit him. JERRY sees this.

 

JERRY

(angry, puffs his chest out and thrusts his chin forward, ready to fight)

Go on then motherfucker! Go on and swing! I fuckin’ dare ya!

 

As they’re yelling at one another MORGAN, JERRY, and TOM are moving down the driveway. They do not see TIM moving slowly towards them. TOM is severely agitated.

 

TOM

(slurring and stumbling)

Fuck you man! (to MORGAN) MORGAN are you gonna let him treat me like this? You and me man, we’ve known each other for years and this is how you treat me?!

 

MORGAN turns his head to the side and speaks.

 

MORGAN

(looks away)

Just get out of here TOM.

 

TOM is about to speak again when somebody pushes through JERRY and MORGAN, going straight for TOM.

 

JILL(O.S.)

 

Tim, no don’t!

 

TIM runs into TOM, knocking him down and straddling him with his knees planted on TOM’S arms. TOM is dazed from the fall as MORGAN and JERRY try to pull TIM off to no avail.

 

MORGAN

(pulling at TIM)

Don’t man! Someone’s gonna call the cops and then what? Are you gonna go to jail for this piece of shit?

 

TOM

(muttering and slurring his words)

Fu-,fk, yu, mn.

 

TIM

(leans close to TOM, ignoring his friends)

Get out of here TOM. Get out of here and don’t ever come back.

 

TIM rises to his feet and walks off with JILL, who comforts him and holds him close. A few neighbors are standing out on the sidewalk trying to see what has happened. A few of them have cordless phones in hand. MORGAN waves to them, motioning that everything is okay. The people begin to walk back inside.

 

TOM

(trying to rise)

An’, an’ what, wha-

 

JERRY

It’d be best if you didn’t finish that sentence asshole. Just get walking.

 

TOM begins to walk away, and the partygoers that came to see the action make their way back to the party, gossiping and taking the time to talk to TIM and JILL. MORGAN and JERRY just look at each other, shaking their heads as TOM stumbles away. JERRY goes back to the party while MORGAN watches his now former friend until he is around the bend and gone.

 

V.O.

 

I’ve come to realize that in life, sometimes you need to learn how to prioritize everything that makes you who you are. I’ve seen a lot of people come a lot of different walks of life and discover where they’re meant to be, but until that night I’d never had any real clue where my life was supposed go.  That moment when I chose the right friend however, I finally realized I’d made the choice a long time ago. And to be quite honest, it felt pretty good.

 

FADE TO BLACK:

 

END ACT III

 

THE END

 

 

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