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By Yvonne Harbison
INT. WAREHOUSE PARTY – NIGHT
Neon lights flash around the room. Disco balls twinkle from dusty rafters. People dance in a crowd. Blinding lights, deafening noise. You know, a party.
INT. WAREHOUSE BAR – NIGHT
Leaned against the bar is HAWK, early 20s, tall, dressed flashy but casual. He isn’t enjoying the party or his companion. AXEL, 25, faux rich boy gangster, ignores his friend’s attitude and clings to him. Axel grabs Hawk’s drink.
No. I’m still working on my first.
That’s no fun. Chug it and get
No, Axel… I want to leave. I saw
Christa and Todd here.
So I don’t wanna deal with them.
Christa thinks I’m some kinda free
agent top and Todd’s just creepy.
Here. You drink. I’ll go get them.
Axel disappears into the crowd.
That is NOT what I said!
EXT. WAREHOUSE – NIGHT
The party echoes around the open spaces between warehouses, loud electronic MUSIC. Barely functioning street lamps shed sparse light on the parking lot. Puddles reflect the warehouse. Rain water sits on cars. It is night, it is alive, and it is somebody’s version of miserable.
That somebody is Hawk. He staggers a bit. His face lost the cool look long ago. He fights to stay upright and not puke. Hawk squints at his cell phone, can’t quite hit the touch screen in the right order and it’s getting to him.
He finally gets it.
Pony? I need a ride home.
Hawk checks his wrist – where there is no watch – and then checks his phone.
No… I didn’t know it’s 3 am. I
just need a ride…
INT. MOTEL – DAY
Everything is BLURRY and BRIGHT. Everything comes into focus as… a ceiling.
An ALARM CLOCK blares.
Hawk rolls off the bed trying to turn off the alarm clock. He sits and tries to figure out where he is. MORGAN (17, shorter and younger and still more together than Hawk), wearing a graduate’s cap and gown, walks up to help him off the floor. Her high heels move with a dancer’s surety, and Hawk’s sock feet make his jerky movements more awkward.
Morgan? What’re you doing here?
You called me. You said Axel
drugged you. Again.
Morgan crosses her arms to wait. Hawk’s memory finally catches up.
I don’t know that. He had his
friends there. I was surprised is
all. He told me they wouldn’t be
there and they were there…
Hawk! You puked all over my car.
Jaeger doesn’t do that to you.
Hawk hides under a pillow. Morgan yanks it from him.
No way. You gotta wake up. I’m
gonna drop you off at your aunt’s,
then I gotta go.
Morgan taps the cardboard hat on her head.
That was today!
Still is. I’m late, but I’m going.
Hawk stands up. He lurches around the messy motel room throwing clothes from pile to pile, looking for something.
I’m sorry, Pony. Gimmie a
minute… I’ll get good clothes and
we’ll go. I promised I’d go. I want
to go. This is a big deal…
No, it’s not. I shouldn’t have let
him drag me out last night.
He always drags you out –
But he knew I wanted to go today.
Morgan sits on the bed and bites her tongue. Hawk fights with a tangled shirt.
That’s why he did it, too. I wanted
to do this and he didn’t.
He doesn’t have to like me, Hawk. I
don’t like him. He treats you like
crap all the time.
I’m tired of his games. Tired of
him telling me what I can’t do.
Hawk sits next to Morgan.
Aunt Patty wants me to leave. Take
off to California and be done with
My dad could get you a job at the
ranch with him.
I can’t go to California. You’re
stuck here. I’m not leaving my kid
sister to this town.
Morgan stands to show off her graduate’s gown.
I’m not stuck. I’m graduating. I
have a car. I can go where I want.
Hawk stands to give her a hug.
You can go where you want after you
go walk across a stage.
INT. MOTEL ROOM – AFTERNOON
The room resembles the Before image of a hurricane. Clothes hang in the closet. Dirty clothes are in a hamper. Trash is picked up.
Hawk stands in the doorway, shocked and confused. He checks the number on the door, surprised he’s in the right room.
I think I’ve been robbed. But I
Morgan follows him inside.
Thieves come with OCD options?
Hawk checks the closet and the kitchenette, finds all valuables accounted for.
This place hasn’t been this clean
since Axel moved in.
Maybe he moved out?
His clothes are here.
Axel walks out of the bathroom.
His clothes are here because he’s
here. It’s my room, too. I’m not
allowed to clean the damn thing?
No, you’re allowed. You just never
Axel and Morgan have a sour face-off. Hawk waves a hand between them. He’s got a hangover and doesn’t catch the tension from the other two.
Don’t make me get the hose. Knock
it off, alright?
Axel isn’t amused.
No, it’s not alright. You go and
ditch me at a party, so I come
home, try to figure out what the
problem is, and you’re gone. Off
I was at her graduation. I told you
yesterday. You didn’t listen,
that’s your problem.
I didn’t listen? You never listen!
All I wanted to do last night was
hang with my friends and you and
you couldn’t even do that for me.
All because you had to watch HER at
a pointless gig.
Morgan steps into the argument.
It’s only pointless because you
never did it.
I never did it because it’s
Dumbass with a 4.0, ignoramus.
Why are you letting her talk to me
like this? Why is this selfish
bitch even here?
He did your thing. Now get lost.
Morgan steps toward Axel, surprising him more than threatening him. Hawk holds her back and steps between them. He faces Axel.
Knock it off, Axel.
No! You and I gotta talk. Send her
He’s not worth your time, Hawk.
Hawk hesitates as anger rises. He turns to Morgan.
Morgan, wait outside.
Morgan glares at Axel.
Five minutes. Then it’s 911 on your
I knew she was just after your ass.
That’s some weird family, Hawkins.
Morgan stops on her way to the door. Hawk stands at the closet and shoves clothes into a duffle.
Me? You’re the one following around
a little girl like some puppy.
Axel waits a beat but gets no reaction from Hawk. Hawk continues to pack a bag.
She’s jail-bait, Hawkins. And not
even got the right parts! This is
what you do without me. You hang
out with little girls.
What are you doing? I take care of
you. I make sure you have fun. We
got a life.
Hawk stops shoving things in bags and turns on Axel.
No. We got your life. I need my
You kidding me? This is how you
start it off? Doing what she says?
Like hell I’m getting ditched for a
Axel heads for the door, intent on Morgan. Hawk swings the duffle at Axel. They fight, a quick fist fight in a small space.
Then it’s over. Axel sits against the bed with a bloody nose.
Hawk stands on his feet, unscratched.
I’m ditching you for me.
EXT. MOTEL – DAY
Axel looks up from the floor. His hand futilely tries to hold in the blood that gushes from his nose. The door shuts as Hawk leaves, closing Axel away from sight.
All original work copyright Yvonne Harbison 2010 – 2020