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Mason comes home late. Jim sits outside on a chair surrounded by empty beer cans and one in hand.
MASON
Hey, Jim. I'm sorry I'm so late.
JIM
What time were you supposed to be
home?
MASON
I don't know. Awhile ago.
JIM
Awhile ago like, thirty minutes ago,
an hour ago? Cause, truthfully,
nobody even knew where you were until
your sister told us. She's been
home for awhile.
MASON
I'm sorry.
JIM
Yeah, been hearin' a lot of that
lately. See, but you don't actually
care. You just kinda... kinda come
and go as you please and you don't
care if your mom's upset or what
time you gotta be home... Is that
what's up?
MASON
I don't know what to tell you.
JIM
Stop mumbling! You know, speak up!
I can't understand a word comin'
outta your mouth. It's just like,
"uh uhh nuhh" and I ask you questions
and you just--
MASON
Man, can I just have one day where
everyone isn't all over my ass!?
Jim gets up abruptly and advances on Mason.
JIM
I'm up your ass? This is my house.
Now, if you wanna live in my house
then you get home when you say you're
gonna be home.
MASON
You know, Jim, you're not my dad.
JIM
No, I'm not your dad! You know how
I know that? Cause I'm actually
here. I'm the guy with the job,
paying the bills, taking care of
Huh?!
Mason goes inside.
JIM (CONT'D)
I'm that guy...
Jim sits down.