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On VIDEO: Jane lays in Ricky's bed, wearing a tank top. She glances at us.
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.
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
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.
JANE(CONT'D) CONTINUED: (2) (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)
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.
CONTINUED: (3)
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.
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?
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