Over black we HEAR an infant crying. FADE UP from black to
the POV of an infant lying on a mattress on the floor. We
see the feet and legs of someone walking toward the CAMERA.
The CAMERA PANS UP (or TILTS UP, depending on setup of
camera), until we see a woman, MIA, standing above the CAMERA
looking down at the CAMERA, which is the infant. Mia is
haggered, disheveled, and not happy about the wailing infant.
Mia kneels and reaches for the infant.
CUT TO:
Mia raises the infant, which is wrapped in a torn and filthy
blanket. Mia rocks the child, irritated that the infant has
yet again woken up. She walks over to a couch, where BRUCE
sits, looking strung out, a little dazed, an open bottle of
Jack Daniels in his hand. He is in a ripped t-shirt. Mia
sits down with infant.
MIA
Fuck...I can't do this anymore.
Mia lowers her blouse and places the infants mouth on her
nipple. When the infant grabs on with it's mouth, Mia seems
to react in pain.
MIA (cont'd) (contíd)
What are you going to do, just sit there?
BRUCE
What do you want me to do?
MIA
I can't take this shit anymore, Bruce.
You hear me.
BRUCE
Loud fuckin' clear.
MIA
You buy a fuckin' case of Jack Daniels,
but you tell me we can't afford formula.
BRUCE
Heh, man, it's better for the
baby...breat milk is better for the baby.
MIA
What the fuck do you know about what's
better for the baby. You didn't want
this baby, remember. You could give two
shits. My nipples are killing me.
I've slept like three hours in the last
two days. When are you going back to
work?
BRUCE
I'm not working no more shit jobs. I'm
not runnin' around for no one else. I'm
going to open my own gig.
MIA
What gig? What the fuck are you talking
about?
BRUCE
I don't know. A restaurant. A bar.
Invite some models over...hang a couple
of motorcycles.
MIA
Yeah, where you going to get the money?
Aaaaaggghhh!!!! This fucking kid is
killing me. You got that shit.
BRUCE
Heah man, you can't do shit when your
feedin' the kid.
MIA
Fuck you. Just give me the shit, OK.
BRUCE
It's not right, man. You're not going to
fuck around with my son.
MIA
Give me the fucking shit man or I'll
fucking throw the kid out the window.
Bruce opens a bag and pulls out a spoon, a hyperdermic needle
and a rubber hose. He pours a liquid and powder on the
spoon, lights it with a match, and filling the hyperdermic
needle. He then grabs Mia's left arm, taps the underside of
Mia's elbow, and ties the rubber hose around Mia's arm. As
Bruce is doing all this, Mia's goes on and on about things.
MIA (cont'd) (contíd)
I'll throw the kid out the window. I'm
tired of this shit man. You staying
home, doing not a fucking thing. This is
a rat hole.
BRUCE
This is a rat hole because you live like
a pig.
MIA
Oh, you don't live here, man? What are
you, some occupant? You don't have
responsibilities?
BRUCE
I get the shit, man.
MIA
You get the shit...and you use most of
the shit too. Damn, every goddamn time
we're about to take a dive the fucking
kid wakes up...I'm not stoppin' my life
just because he wakes up, man. We go on
with our life. Nothing changes, man, you
hear me.
BRUCE
I hear you, man.
MIA
Maybe we should move out of this shit
hole. Fuckin' neighbors are shits. The
water's never hot. The toilet doesn't
work. I found cockroaches all over the
kid yesterday.
BRUCE
A cockroach never hurt anyone man.
MIA
Cockroaches on the baby, asshole. I
don't want cockroahces crawling in the
mouth of baby Billy. You got that.
BRUCE
Yeah, I got that.
MIA
You think I don't care? You think I
don't give a shit about our kid? We got
to get out of here. Florida. I want to
go to Florida. I saw on TV that
Disneyland is hiring anyone.
BRUCE
Disney World.
MIA
Fuck, we could get a job down in Disney
World...warm sun...everything's clean.
BRUCE
There ain't no shit down in Disney World,
Mia. I won't be able to get any shit
down in Disney World, man.
By now, Bruce has injected a healthy hit of heroin into Mia's
left arm, and it is starting to affect her.
MIA
Florida. I want to go to Florida, Bruce.
I want to go to Disney World and live in
that castle, in the top of that castle.
I seen pictures of that castle and that
town. Main Street. Fantasyland. I want
to work in Fantasyland.
BRUCE
Fantasyland is for the kids, Mia.
MIA
I want to work on one of those rides, or
be workin' on fixin' those figures. It's
a Small World. I seen that on TV.
People ride in a boat and see all these
little figures. I want to be in that
ride, workin' those figures and fixin'
them when they break. And I want to be
there when the place closes. I want to
be the only one in Fantasyland when the
place closes. When it's quiet and I can
sit in one of those boats all by myself.
BRUCE
You don't want baby Billy with you?
MIA
Of course I want baby Billy with me, you
asshole. That's the point. I want him
to have a life...he's sleeping again.
He's sleeping again, thank god.
Mia gets up and walks over to the mattress. She kneels and
places baby Billy on the mattress.
CUT TO:
POV of baby Billy. The POV is of Mia's feet. Mia bends over
to see Billy's face.
MIA (cont'd) (contíd)
That's funny. His eyes are open, but he
ain't cryin'. Fuck it, if he ain't
cryin', I'm not goin' to complain.
Mia walks back to the couch and sits down.
BRUCE
Are you sure baby Billy's OK?
MIA
I'm tired Bruce. I want to leave town
tomorrow. I want to take a bus tomorrow
to Florida. OK?
BRUCE
Whatever you say Mia. Whatever you say.
THE END.
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