INT. FITTS HOUSE - RICKY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

On VIDEO: Jane lays in Ricky's bed, wearing a tank top. She
glances at us.



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                      JANE
              (shy)
          Don't.

We're watching the WIDE-SCREEN TV in Ricky's room.

A CORD leads from the TV to Ricky's DIGICAM. Ricky holds the
camera, sitting naked in a chair. It's been almost a month
since his father beat him up, and there are still slight
SCARS on his face. He's aiming his camera at Jane.

                      RICKY
          Why?

                    JANE

              (re: image on TV)
          It's weird, watching myself. I don't like
          how I look.

                    RICKY
          I can't believe you don't know how
          beautiful you are.

                    JANE
          I'm not going to sit here for that shit.

She gets out of bed, takes his Digicam and focuses it on him.
We see his image on the TV as she videotapes.

                    JANE (CONT'D)
          Ha. How does it feel now?

                      RICKY

          Fine.

                    JANE
          You don't feel naked?

                    RICKY
          I am naked.

                    JANE
          You know what I mean.

Jane ZOOMS in on his face, which remains placid.

                    JANE (CONT'D)
          Tell me about being in the hospital.

Ricky smiles.





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                                                          71.
CONTINUED: (2)


                     RICKY
          When I was fifteen, my dad caught me
          smoking dope. He totally freaked and
          decided to send me to military school. I
          told you his whole thing about structure
          and discipline, right?
              (laughs)
          Well, of course, I got kicked out. Dad
          and I had this huge fight, and he hit
          me... and then the next day at school,
          some kid made a crack about my haircut,
          and... I just snapped. I wanted to kill
          him. And I would have. Killed him. If
          they hadn't pulled me off.
              (then)
          That's when my dad put me in the
          hospital. Then they drugged me up and
          left me in there for two years.

                    JANE
          Wow. You must really hate him.

                    RICKY

          He's not a bad man.

He grabs a half-smoked JOINT from an ashtray and lights it.

                    JANE
          Well... you better believe I'd hate my
          father if he did something like that to
          me.
              (laughs)
          Wait. I do hate my father.

                    RICKY
          Why?

He passes her the joint, then takes the Digicam and focuses
it on her. We see her image on the TV as he videotapes.

                    JANE
          He's a total asshole and he's got this
          crush on my friend Angela and it's
          disgusting.

                    RICKY
          You'd rather he had the crush on you?


                     JANE
          Gross, no! But it'd be nice if I was
          anywhere near as important to him as she
          is.
              (then)
                     (MORE)
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                                                            72.
CONTINUED: (3)
                    JANE (CONT'D)
          I know you think my dad's harmless, but
          you're wrong. He's doing massive
          psychological damage to me.

                    RICKY

          How?

Jane looks into the camera, a loopy, stoned grin on her face.

                    JANE
          Well, now, I too need structure. A little
          fucking discipline.

They LAUGH. She lays back on the bed.

                    JANE (CONT'D)
          I'm serious, though. How could he not be
          damaging me? I need a father who's a role
          model, not some horny geek-boy who's
          gonna spray his shorts whenever I bring a
          girlfriend home from school.
              (snorts)
          What a lame-o. Somebody really should put
          him out of his misery.

Her mind wanders for a beat.

                    RICKY
          Want me to kill him for you?

Jane looks at him and sits up.

                    JANE
          Yeah, would you?


                    RICKY
              (smiles)
          It'll cost you.

                    JANE
          Well, I've been baby-sitting since I was
          about ten. I've got almost three thousand
          dollars. 'Course, I was saving it up for
          a boob job.

She stands and sticks out her breasts, then falls back on the
bed, LAUGHING.

                    JANE (CONT'D)
          But my tits can wait, huh?

                    RICKY
          You know, that's not a very nice thing to
          do, hiring somebody to kill your dad.


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                                                             73.
CONTINUED: (4)


                    JANE
          Well, I guess I'm just not a very nice
          girl, then, am I?

She smiles dreamily at him. He turns the Digicam off and the
TV screen goes BLUE. He lowers the camera and looks at her
intently.

                    JANE (CONT'D)
              (suddenly nervous)
          You know I'm not serious, right?

                       RICKY

          Of course.

He puts the Digicam down and joins Jane on the bed. A long
moment where neither of them speaks. He caresses her hair,
gazing into her eyes.

                    RICKY (CONT'D)
          Do you know how lucky we are to have
          found each other?