[On the Road…]

(Spinner’s slumped over his steering wheel, blood trickling down his face. A police car loudly drives up and skids to a halt near him. Spinner hears the noise and blearily looks up. The policemen are surveying the scene. One of them sees Spinner and opens the car door.)

Policeman: Hello, son? Are you alright?

(Spinner groans.)

Policeman: The ambulences will be here in just a few minutes. Here, let me help you –

(With the officer’s help, Spinner stumbles out of the car. He groans loudly when he attempts to put weight on his right leg.)

Policeman: You’re dinged up pretty bag, my boy. Just lie down, and help will be here soon.

(The policeman lays Spinner down and pats him down. He finds his wallet and pulls out the driver’s license.)

Policeman: Why hello, Gavin Mason. I’m Officer Porter. You can call me John.

(Porter does a quick check for any more injuries. There’s vomit all down Spinner’s shirt. The officer sees it and his expression darkens.)

John: Were you – drinking, Gavin?

(Gavin moans and turns over. He pukes a little. Officer Porter stands up and walks back over towards his car.)

John: Hey – Mike – get me the Intoxilyzer 5000. We’ve got a possible DUI.

[End of Scene]

[At The McGee’s…]

(Russ is padding out of his room into the kitchen, where his dad is busy making breakfast. Russ, half-asleep, sits down.)

Russ: Hey, Dad.

Mr. McGee: Morning, Russ.

(Mr. McGee walks over to the table, holding a platter of scrambled eggs and toast. He sets in down and walks back to the counter for silverware.)

Mr. McGee: Where’s Bailey?

Russ: Sacrificing a cat or something.

(Mr. McGee puts the forks and knives down, shooting his son a reprimanding look.)

Mr. McGee: Don’t talk about your sister like that.

Russ: She’s not my sister. Heather Sinclaire is more of my sister than her.

Mr. McGee: Blood is thicker than water.

Russ: Yeah, she would know. ‘Cause she drinks it all the time! (Russ pauses and grins, proud of himself.) Hey, that was good!

Mr. McGee: Could you go get her, please? Breakfast’s ready.

Russ: Ugh, I guess.

(Russ stands up and ambles back down the hall. He stops at Bailey’s door, which is decorated with a pentagram and the NV’s motto. Russ stares at it for a moment blankly. Rolling his eyes, he knocks. There’s a crash from inside the room.)

Bailey: What?

Russ: Breakfast!

(A few more slams, and the door swings open. Bailey is standing in front of Russ wearing last night’s makeup and an incredulous look.)

Bailey: You woke me up for… BREAKFAST.

Russ: Uh, yeah.

(Bailey goes to shut the door, Russ stops it with his foot.)

Russ: Scrambled eggs – Dad’s specialty.

Bailey: You must have mistaken me for someone who gives a fuck.

Russ: If you don’t eat, you’ll get even paler!

Bailey: You say that like it’s a bad thing.

(Bailey tries to slam her door shut, but only suceeds in slamming Russ’s foot. He winces but doesn’t move.)

Russ: You’re going to get hungry eventually.

Bailey: I could always knaw off your foot, since you seem so intent on keeping it in my door.

Russ: I doubt I taste nearly as good as scrambled eggs.

(Bailey and Russ stare at each other for a moment. Neither of them blink. Bailey is the first to crack; she sighs and opens her door. Russ grins in triumph as he follows Bailey to the table, where Mr. McGee is waiting with the food.)

Mr. McGee: Morning, Bailey!

(Bailey grunts and sits down. Mr. McGee spoons eggs on to her plate as she watches lazily.)

Mr. McGee: How was your night?

(Bailey starts eating and doesn’t reply. Mr. McGee smiles brightly and turns to Russ.)

Mr. McGee: How was your party?

Russ: (shrugging) Okay.

Mr. McGee: Anything happen with that Liberty girl you’ve been talking about?

(Bailey snorts and nearly chokes on her food as Russ turns bright red.)

Russ: Dad!

Mr. McGee: What?

Russ: I don’t – uh – talk about her!

Mr.  McGee: I thought you  liked her!

(Bailey’s doubled over, coughing and heaving for air. She’s laughing so hard tears are streaming out of her cheeks.)

Bailey: That ugly girl you follow around?

Russ: She’s not ugly!

Mr. McGee: Bailey!

Bailey: The chick’s a total cow!

Russ: You just aren’t used to people who don’t wear three inches of eyeliner!

Bailey: You’re just not used to people who aren’t obese!

(Their father holds his hands up to silence the two’s fighting. It works, but only for a second.)

Russ: She’s actually very cool, you know.

Mr. McGee: I’m sure she is, son.

Bailey: So you’re saying you really do like her?

Russ: Um! No! Of course not!

Bailey: Way to make me puke up my eggs, asshole.

(Still gagging, Bailey gets up and heads back towards her room. Russ sighs and looks at his plate.)

Russ: See why I didn’t want her to come out of her room, Dad?

Mr. McGee: Give her time. She’ll come around.

Russ: Oh, sure.

(They continue eating.)

[End of Scene]

[At the Pratt’s…]

(Abby’s sprawled across her bed, deep asleep. Manny’s lying in the bed next to her. Abby’s phone, which is on the nightstand between them, begins ringing. Manny is the first to awaken. She sits up blearily and sees the phone. Leaning over, she hits Abby in the arm.)

Manny: Abby! Abby!

(Abby lifts her head from her pillow, half asleep.)

Abby: Whadyuwat?

Manny: Your phone!

(Abby looks, sees the phone ringing, and bats it off the nightstand.)

Abby: Whardeyhinkingsoerly?

Manny: Whatever…

(Manny collapses back on to her pillow.)

[CUT TO: Abby’s phone, in a pile of clothes on the floor, still ringing. The Caller ID is flashing: SPINNER. SPINNER. SPINNER.]

[End of Scene]

[At the Hospital…]

(Spinner is sitting in a hospital bed, getting a gash on his forehead bandaged by a nurse. His mother is pacing back and forth nervously, clicking through Spinner’s cell contacts.)

Mrs. Mason: I tried Abby, but she didn’t pick up.

Spinner: Jimmy. Call Jimmy.

(She calls, but no answers.)

Mrs. Mason: It’s awfully early, dear. I’ll try again later.

Spinner: Alright.

(Putting the phone in her pocket, Mrs. Mason advances towards Spinner.)

Mrs. Mason: Are you sure you’re okay, sweetie?

Spinner: You heard the nurse, Mom. Just a concussion –

Mrs. Mason: And a broken ankle, with three snapped ribs!

(Spinner shrugs.)

Spinner: I’ll be fine, Mom.

(Spinner rolls his eyes at his mother as Kendra, juggling three bottles of water and a bag of chips, walks in. She passes a bottle to both her mom and brother and sits down in the chair, ripping open the bag.)

Spinner: Where are my pretzels?

Kendra: This was all the vending machine had and the caf isn’t open this early. Just wait for the hospital breakfast or whatever.

Spinner: Everyone knows hospital food sucks.

Kendra: Sucks for you, then, doesn’t it?

Spinner: I’m the one in the hospital! I could have died!

(Mrs. Mason jumps.)

Mrs. Mason: Don’t say that, dear!

Kendra: You were the one stupid enough to get into a car accident.

Mrs. Mason: Kendra! This wasn’t your brother’s fault!

(Mrs. Mason pats down Spinner’s sheets. Spinner gulps nervously and smiles.)

Mrs. Mason: Probably just some irrensponsible driver.

Spinner: Um. Yeah.

(Pause.)

Spinner: How’s the other person doing? You know, whoever crashed into me? Are they okay?

Mrs. Mason: I have no idea. As long as you’re fine –

(She sees the look of concern on Spin’s face and smiles.)

Mrs. Mason: I’m sure the doctor will be able to tell you, sweetie.

Kendra: Speaking of –

(Spinner’s doctor walks in, holding a clipboard.)

Mrs. Mason: Oh, Dr. Forthright, I’m so glad to see you!

Dr. Forthright: It’s nice to see you, too.

(The doctor skims his papers.)

Spinner: What’s the verdict, doc?

Dr. Forthright: Despite a Grade 2 concussion, a fractured ankle, and three broken ribs, we expect Gavin to make a full recovery.

Mrs. Mason: Oh, good!

Kendra: I get to sign your cast!

Dr. Forthright: We’ll bandage up your ankle later today and keep you overnight to make sure everything’s all right. Sound good?

Mrs. Mason: That sounds wonderful!

Spinner: Oh, and Doctor, what about – what about, the other guy? In the SUV?

Dr. Forthright: The woman who you collided with? She’s in intensive care.

Spinner: What happened?

Dr. Forthright: Her head went through the windshield. She’s lucky to have made it through the night.

(Spinner’s eyes widen as he sinks into his bed guiltily.)

Dr. Forthright: I have other paitents to tend to, but Nurse Ivanson will be coming soon.

(He leaves. Kendra rolls her eyes, sliding in iPod earphones.)

Kendra: Talk about bad bedside manner.

[End of Scene]

[At the McGee’s…]

(Bailey, fully dressed, stomps out of her room and finds Paul loading the dishwasher with Russ.)

Bailey: I get the car today, alright?

Paul: That is only fair.

Bailey: Good. Bye.

(Bailey heads for the door, but Paul calls after her.)

Paul: It’s also only fair that you give Russ a ride.

(Bailey stops.)

Bailey: What?

Russ: Give me five seconds to find shoes.

(Paul notices Bailey’s horrified expression and attempts to reason with her.)

Paul: He gave you a ride last night, love.

Bailey: Fine, Paul.

(They stand in silence until Russ dashes out of his room, backpack slung over his shoulder. He waves to his dad and heads out the door, Bailey following him.)

Bailey: (sarcastically) Where to, mastuh?

[CUT TO: Bailey and Russ in the car.]

Bailey: I’m picking up Toby and then I’ll drop you off wherever the fuck you want.

Russ: The Dot. I’m meeting some people at The Dot.

(Bailey smirks.)

Bailey: Who? Liberty?

Russ: (going red) And Tim and Peter.

Bailey: And Liberty.

(Russ doesn’t answer. Bailey thinks for a moment.)

Bailey: I still don’t understand how you could like a chick like that. She’s such a bossy bitch.

Russ: You don’t even know her.

Bailey: I know her type. Snobby – smart – future valedictorian and CEO of some evil corperation.

Russ: She’s more than that.

(Bailey snorts.)

Bailey: Whatever.

(They pull up in front of Toby’s house. Bailey honks the horn.)

Russ: And, besides, it’s not like I like her or anything.

Bailey: Again – whatever.

[End of Scene]

[At The Foggy Mirror…]

(Toby and Bailey are standing in front of the front door, their expressions puzzled. The sign on the front door is flipped to ‘Closed’.)

Toby: This is weird.

Bailey: I didn’t know this place closed.

Toby: What did Rogan say?

Bailey: Meet them here at one.

Toby: It is one.

Bailey: They probably went to his house. We should head over there.

Toby: But I’m hungry.

Bailey: We can eat at Rogan’s. Come on.

(Bailey begins pulling Toby away.)

Toby: You know as well as I do that he never has any decent food.

Bailey: The Foggy Mirror’s closed. Where else are we supposed to eat?

(Toby turns to look at The Dot, which is two blocks down the street. Bailey raises her eyebrows.)

Bailey: You better be fucking starving.

[End of Scene]

[At The Dot…]

(Toby pushes the door open and walks in. Bailey follows, looking pissed off.)

Bailey: I can’t believe I’m actually in The Dot.

Toby: I don’t get what you have against this place, anyway.

Bailey: It’s what this place has against me.

Toby: No one gives a fuck that you’re here, Bailey.

Bailey: Exactly.

(Toby shrugs and heads for the counter. He and Bailey sit down. Abby, holding an order book, approaches them.)

Abby: Hey! Toby – Bailey – what’s up?

Bailey: The ceiling.

(Abby shoots Toby a skeptical look. Toby, going red, attempts to cover.)

Toby: Nothing much. You?

Abby: (smiles bitterly) Not only am I currently battling the worst hangover in the history of alcohol, but Spin never showed up for work so I have to take his tables and my boss is on the war path. To make it worse, I have only a vague recollection of what I did last night – all I remember is someone’s tongue in my mouth. Who’s tongue? (Shrugs.) No idea!

Toby: (bewildered) That, uh, sucks.

Abby: (grinning) Um, sorry. You didn’t really need to know any of that. I’m just a litte frazzled this morning. What’ll it be?

Toby: Turkey sandwich with cheese and extra mayo, please.

Abby: (scribbling) Yep. And Bailey - ?

Bailey: Coffee. Black.

Abby: Mhm.

(She walks off to get their order. Toby shoots Bailey a dirty look.)

Toby: Do you always have to be like that?

Bailey: Like what?

Toby: So – so – anti-social?

Bailey: Why should I be nice to her?

Toby: Because she was nice to you?

Bailey: (rolling her eyes) I knew we should have gone to Rogan’s.

[CUT TO: Russ at a table with Tim.]

Russ: Did Peter call you or something – tell you he couldn’t make it?

Tim: Uh, no. But I have a feeling he’s busy today.

Russ: Too bad, man.

(Russ leans forward and checks to make sure no one is listening.)

Russ: So, uh, do you know what happened with JT and Liberty last night?

Tim: Who, me? Um -  actually – no – I didn’t see them after I left you guys – I was, uh, busy –

Russ: Damn.

(Pause.)

Russ: Not that I care, or anything.

Tim: Oh – what – so you like her?

Russ: Who told you that?!

Tim: Fairly obvious.

Russ: Is not!

(Pause.)

Russ: Is it?

(Tim grins and nods as Liberty walks into The Dot. Russ grins.)

Russ: Liberty! Hey! Over here!

(Liberty smiles and walks over to them.)

Liberty: Hey, guys. Sorry I’m late.

Russ: It’s no problem!

(Russ pulls Liberty’s chair out as Tim snickers.)

Liberty: Oh – thanks, Russ. You didn’t have to do that.

Russ: It’s no big deal.  Really.

(Tim snorts. Russ shoots him a glare, he shrugs.)

Liberty: And I invited JT – he should be here any minute. Is that okay?

Russ: What?

Tim: Uh – yeah! Of course!

(Tim kicks Russ under the table in warning. Russ shrugs sheepishly.)

Tim: So, speaking of JT –

(Russ’s eyes widen.)

Tim: What happened with you two last night?

(Liberty raises an eyebrow and smirks.)

Liberty: What do you think happened?

(Tim shrugs as Russ begins to tap his fork on the table.)

Liberty: Don’t worry – we kept it PG-13. But I am very glad to announce that JT and I are back together!

(The fork flies out of Russ’s hands and hits Tim right above the eye.)

Tim: Oh, my God!

Russ: Oh – sorry –

Liberty: Are you okay?

(Tim bends over to pick up the fork and rubs his temple.)

Tim: Yeah, I’m fine. It’s fine. Just try to control your silverware, there, buddy.

Russ: I – uh – I have to go to the bathroom.

(Russ gets up and dashes away.)

[End of Scene]

[At the Hospital…]

(Spinner’s playing Nintendo DS and Kendra is sprawled across two chairs, listening to music.)

Kendra: This is boring.

Spinner: (not really paying attention) Your face is boring.

Kendra: I hate hospitals. Where’s Mom?

Spinner: She’s buying us lunch at the caf.

Kendra: She’s been gone for like a half hour.

Spinner: What do you want me to do? I’m kind of tied down at the moment.

(Spinner motions to the various wires and tubes attached to him and snorts at his own joke as Kendra rolls her eyes.)

Kendra: Ha. Ha. Good to see all the meds haven’t messed with your sense of humor.

(Kendra stands up.)

Kendra: Listen, I’m going to find mom. Be back soon. Don’t die on me.

(Spin nods; Kendra leaves. He continues playing for a moment. He then sighs loudly and drops the consol on his nightstand.)

Spinner: I lost. Shit.

(Spinner looks up to see Dr. Forthright talking with a police officer outside his room. He gulps as both men look to him. Officer Porter walks through the door.)

Officer Porter: Why, hello there, Gavin.

Spinner: It’s – uh – it’s – you can call me Spinner.

Officer Porter: Can you tell me what happened, last night – exactly?

Spinner: I, uh, was driving home from a party and – uh – this SUV was like – totally –

Officer Porter: Did you drink?

Spinner: What, like, booze?

(Porter nods.)

Spinner: Uh, dude, no –

Officer Porter: After the accident, I measured your BAC level – blood alcohol content.

(Spinner, eyes wide, nods slowly.)

Officer Porter: You were at .15.

Spinner: Is that – is that – bad?

Officer Porter: The legal limit is .08.

Spinner: But – but – I only had – I only had like, three drinks! Maybe four! Yeah, four – five, tops!

Officer Porter: That was enough to intoxicate you, Spinner.

Spinner: But – I didn’t mean to – I didn’t hurt anyone –

Officer Porter: I beg to differ.

Spinner: That girl – she’ll be fine, right?

Officer Porter: The doctors are doing their best.

Spinner: So, what I did – it’s no big deal, right? As long as she’s okay? You don’t have to tell anyone – it could be, like, our little secret? Because, seriously, if you told my mom –

Officer Porter: I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way.

Spinner: (panicking) What – what do you mean?

Officer Porter: As soon as you’re discharged from this hospital, I’m going to have to take you to the police station.

[End of Scene]

[At The Dot…]

(Toby’s finishing up with his sandwich as Bailey checks her watch.)

Bailey: Listen, we should probably head out to Rogan’s soon. You know how he gets when things aren’t exactly right.

Toby: (through a mouthful) Mhm.

(Toby swallows as Bailey gets up and heads for the door. Toby shakes his head, motioning for her to stop.)

Bailey: What now, Isaacs?

Toby: I have to pay! Besides, shouldn’t you tell Russ you can’t give him a ride home?

Bailey: (rolling her eyes) I guess.

(Toby fishes money out of his pocket and the two head over towards Abby, who’s talking to Russ’s table. She’s scribbling down possible makeout boys on her order pad.)

Abby: So it wasn’t any of you guys – JT, Tim, or Russ. Who’s left?

Liberty: Peter? He could have been possible subconcious revenge against Emma.

Tim: No!

(Everyone looks to him, confused.)

Tim: It definitely wasn’t Peter. I – I – I know.

(Pause.)

Tim: Who else was at the party? Spinner?

Abby: I hope not!

JT: I saw Danny, but –

Abby: EW! If there is a god, then it wasn’t Danny.

JT: He was a total pimp last night. He had like ten girls.

Liberty: They were all Grade 9’s. It was disgusting.

(Abby writes down ‘Danny’.)

Liberty: We can assume it wasn’t Sean, right? Since he was with Emma?

Abby: If it had been Sean, I’d probably been dead of brain damage by now…

Russ: What about that kid who got expelled?

Tim: Jay?

Liberty: No, he was with Darcy.

Abby: Darcy? Really?

Tim: Yeah, they went upstairs together.

JT: You really don’t remember anything, do you, Abby?

Abby: Shut up. Don’t judge me.

(Abby pauses and thinks, going over the names she’s written down.)

Abby: JT – Tim – Russ – Peter – Spinner – Danny – Sean – Jay – who else is there? I mean, unless it was some sketchy guy I didn’t know.

JT: (grinning) Or a girl.

(Abby’s eyes widen, her hand flies to her heart.)

Abby: Oh, god! I didn’t think of that!

(JT and Russ snicker and high five.)

Liberty: There is one person – one boy – left.

Abby: Who?

Liberty: You were getting pretty close to Derek on the dance floor.

Abby: (gasps) That’s even worse than a chick!

Russ: Yeah, and I didn’t see either of you after that.

(Abby closes her eyes and puts a hand to her head.)

Abby: You’ve got to be kidding me…

Tim: You’re really hot and cold with that kid, aren’t you?

Abby: Oh, no –

(Abby turns around and nearly runs into Bailey and Toby.)

Bailey: Watch where you’re walking, bitch.

Abby: Oh – um – sorry – just a bit overwhelmed here – you know?

Toby: Here – keep the change.

(Toby, glaring at Bailey, stuffs a twenty-dollar bill into Abby’s hand.)

Abby: Oh! Thanks, Tobes –

Toby: No problem. Catch you later.

Abby: Yep. Bye.

(Abby hurries away. Bailey walks up behind Russ and taps him on the shoulder. He turns around smiling, but his face falls at the sight of his sister.)

Bailey: Yo – listen – I can’t give you a ride home. Going to a friends.

Russ: Um, sure.

Bailey: You can get a ride home from someone else? Liberty, maybe?

(Russ glares.)

Russ: (whisper) Bailey, don’t –

Bailey: Maybe you’ll even get lucky. That’s what you want, isn’t it?

(Liberty and JT, who are holding hands on the table, look to each other and to Russ, confused. Bailey notices them and smirks.)

Bailey: Oh, too late, looks like you lost it to the comedian kid over here.

(Toby, embarrassed, grabs Bailey’s hand and tries to drag her away.)

Toby: Uh, we got to go –

(He fails.)

Bailey: I’m quite surprised, actually – who knew an ugly bitch like her could get two guys? Who knew she could get a guy? I guess everyone is just full of suprises, eh?

(Smirking in self-satisfaction, Bailey turns around and leads Toby out of The Dot. Russ, mortified, turns back to his table.)

JT: Uh – wait – am I missing something, or do you like Liberty?

Russ: Um –

JT: I knew it! I knew it!

(Tim grabs his backpack and stands up.)

Tim: Need a ride home, Russ?

(Russ stands up, cheeks aflame.)

Russ: Uh, yeah. Like, now?

Tim: Let’s go.

(They hurry out the door.)

[End of Scene]

[In Bailey’s Car…]

(Bailey, still grinning, is starting up the car. Toby, who’s next to her, is silently stewing.)

Bailey: Well, that was pretty funny, eh? Almost makes going to The Dot worth it.

(Toby’s silent.)

Bailey: What’s the matter? Are you still hungry? Maybe Rogan will have good food this time –

Toby: Are you capable of being nice?

Bailey: What?

Toby: To anyone but me, and Rogan, and everyone at Narro Verum –

Bailey: Why should I be nice to anyone else?

Toby: It’s common courtesy, Bailey!

Bailey: They’re not nice to me!

Toby: Some of them are!

Bailey: Who?

Toby: Abby –

Bailey: Was just going on and on about what a slut she was, or whatever.

Toby: That’s just, that’s just Abby. She’s was just obsessing, that’s what – what she does. But she means well! She never did anything against you.

Bailey: Since when do you care about these people?

Toby: They’re my friends!

Bailey: Correction: they were your friends. You ditched them because they didn’t love you enough.

Toby: So now you can’t even be nice to me? I get it – you’re just a bitch to everyone who gets in your way –

Bailey: No, I just bitch to people who piss me off. Right now, that group includes you.

Toby: I guess I’m finally the majority, now, eh?

Bailey: Does it feel good? I hope it feels fucking good.

Toby: What do you have against everyone, Bailey? Russ – your dad – why do you hate them so much?

Bailey: I have my reasons, okay, Isaacs?

Toby: Then why won’t you tell me?

Bailey: Because it’s none of your business!

Toby: I’m your best friend, Bailey! Your boyfriend! You can trust me with this sort of thing!

(Bailey’s silent.)

Toby: You just keep pushing people away, don’t you? You keep people a lengths away, so you don’t have to get close, or hurt –

Bailey: (whispering) Shut up. Shut the fuck up.

Toby: And that way, you get to stay in control. In control of your family, your friends –Because that’s what you want, isn’t it, Bailey? To dominate everyone around you!

(The car screeches to the halt.)

Bailey: Get. Out.

(Toby looks to her, dumbfounded. Bailey doesn’t look at him.)

Bailey: Get out of my car. Right. Now. OUT!

(Toby jumps out of the car and slams the door. He glares at her as she races away.)

Toby: YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY FROM THIS!

(Angry, Toby kicks a trash can.)

[End of Scene]

[At The McGee’s…]

(Bailey’s makeup is smudged and her eyes red as she pushes open the front door. Russ is slumped over in a chair in front of the television. He sees Bailey and sits up. She heads towards her room.)

Russ: What the hell is your problem?

Bailey: I’m not in the mood.

Russ: You certainly were in the mood earlier – the mood for ruining lives!

Bailey: Ooh. What a diva.

Russ: Why did you have to do that? Why did you have to tell Liberty I liked her?

Bailey: It’s not that big a deal. I’m sure she knew already, anyway.

Russ: It’s a – it’s – it’s a huge deal! I can never show my face at Degrassi again!

Bailey: A favor to us all, really.

Russ: You’re such a – such a –

Bailey: I don’t need this right now.

Russ: And you think I needed JT and Liberty knowing –

Bailey: Don’t talk to me!

(Bailey turns to go to her room; Russ jumps up and grabs her arm.)

Bailey: Don’t touch me, either!

Russ: No one in this family wanted you!

Bailey: What?

Russ: Dad didn’t want you with us – but he had to, because it was in your mom’s will –

Bailey: (quietly) You don’t know that.

Russ: Uh, yeah, I do. He said so. He knew what a freak you were. Why do you think we moved?

Bailey: To – to give us both a fresh start – equal ground or whatever –

Russ: No. Because he didn’t want anyone to know he slept with some random slut who gave birth to such a weirdo like you.

Bailey: My mom wasn’t a slut!

Russ: Oh, yeah? Then why did Dad ditch her for my mom?

Bailey: I – I wasn’t exactly alert at that point, asshole.

Russ: Face it, then. No one in this house wants you. Why would anyone want you? You’re just some pathetic loser with no friends and no family –

Bailey: My mom was my family.

Russ: She’s gone, isn’t she?

Bailey: Yeah – but –

Russ: So, basically, Bailey, you have no one.

(Bailey, close to tears, turns around.)

Bailey: Fuck off!

Russ: No one who cares, no one who loves you – no one.

(Bailey walks into her room.)

[CUT TO: Bailey tossing a bunch of her clothes and things into a duffel bag. She writes something down on a piece of notebook paper before tearing it out and leaving it on her pillow. It reads: “Have a nice fucking life.”]

[End of Scene]

[At the Hospital…]

(Spinner’s sitting in his bed, staring at the wall. His mom walks in.)

Mrs. Mason: I talked to Officer Porter.

Spinner: (quietly) He told you, didn’t he?

Mrs. Mason: I thought you were smarter than that, Spinner.

Spinner: I know, Mom.

Mrs. Mason: I mean, drinking is bad enough – but to get into a car afterwards?

Spinner: I – I know. I’m sorry.

Mrs. Mason: Well, it’s a bit late for that, isn’t it?!

Spinner: (whispering) What’s going to happen to me, Mom?

Mrs. Mason: You’re going to jail once you’re realeased.

Spinner: I know, but – after that?

Mrs. Mason: They’ll put up bail – which we’ll pay if we can – and you’ll go to trial for DUI charges.

Spinner: But if I plead guilty, can’t I get out of it?

Mrs. Mason: No, honey. You have to face the consequences of what you’ve done.

Spinner: What’ll the punishment be? Will I have to go to – to – to jail?

(Spinner is obviously holding back tears.)

Mrs. Mason: Because that girl was hurt, you’ll be charged with impaired causing bodily harm. That means loosing your license for up to 5 years, a very heavy fine, and possible jail time.

(Spinner can’t take it. He breaks down in his mother’s arms.)

Spinner: I’m – I’m – I’m sorry, Mom. So, so, so sorry –

Mrs. Mason: Shh, I know, honey, shh –

((freezes))