FADE IN
INT. MEDIUM-SIZED HOUSE IN SUBURBAN VERMONT – KITCHEN – AFTERNOON, SPRING
BRADY FERRIS sits at the kitchen table across from his parents SHERYL and NED FERRIS, both about to tell him some seemingly upsetting news. Brady is 18, average height, skinny, with shorter black hair. He’s a typical John Cusack, loveable yet slightly demented.
Sheryl and Ned are both in their mid-forties, and the typical unhappily married couple.
BRADY
So what’s up?
SHERYL
Well uh, your great aunt Beatrice died this morning.
BRADY
Right… Did I ever meet her?
SHERYL
No, but she sent us a fruitcake every year for Christmas.
BRADY
Oh, okay… that helps, I guess.
SHERYL
Anyway, her funeral’s in Michigan, so I have to leave first thing tomorrow morning.
BRADY
Alright… Are you going too dad?
NED
(Barely paying any attention, snapping out of it)
Oh uh, no, I’m not. I have a business trip to St. Louis.
BRADY
Right, well do I have to go to funeral?
SHERYL
Well, we can’t really afford for both of us to go, and you didn’t really know her anyway.
BRADY
Very true.
(Beat)
So what does this mean?
NED
You’re gonna have the house to yourself all weekend.
BRADY
Oh.
Brady tries to hide his enthusiasm as “Loretta’s Scars” by Pavement plays into the next scene.
INT. EASTBROOKE HIGH SCHOOL – STUDY HALL CLASSROOM – BACK TABLE – MORNING
Brady sits at the very back table of study hall, his two best friends KYLE PARSELY and GRACIE MOSIER sitting across from him. Both are eighteen, and have varying skills as best friends. Kyle is a bro in hard times, while Gracie’s popularity manages to stretch past the normal confines of Brady and Kyle.
BRADY
Can you fucking believe it? I mean, by some supreme power, grace of God, whatever the hell you wanna call it, I finally have the house to myself for a weekend. This shit never happens.
KYLE
Yeah, I know, really. God bless that dead aunt.
BRADY
You said it.
GRACIE
I can’t believe they’re leaving you alone. I mean, they have to know we’re gonna trash the place.
BRADY
My parents are under the impression that the two of you are my only real friends.
KYLE
Well that’s true.
BRADY
Yeah, but what I’m saying is that they don’t understand how many fake friends someone can make one drunken night in this shitty town.
KYLE
This party’s going to be legendary, isn’t it?
BRADY
Most definitely. Spread the word. We’re gonna try for several different accounts of alcohol poisoning.
GRACIE
Yeah, cause that’ll go over well with them.
BRADY
I think they’d be fine with it.
GRACIE
Sure they would.
KYLE
So are we being non-exclusive?
BRADY
I think we kind of have to be if we want people to show up.
KYLE
Right, dully noted.
GRACIE
So you haven’t heard the other good news yet.
BRADY
What other good news?
GRACIE
Hannah broke up with Ross last night.
BRADY
Shut the fuck up.
GRACIE
No, it’s totally true. Fara told me this morning.
BRADY
Well, I should get my hopes up, shouldn’t I?
GRACIE
No, you really shouldn’t Brady. I mean, tell him Kyle.
KYLE
Dude, you could totally fuck her at your party. I mean, I don’t see how it’s not gonna happen.
BRADY
See, that’s what you call reliability.
Gracie rolls her eyes as Kyle nods his head.
INT. CHEMISTRY CLASSROOM – BACK LAB TABLE - DAY
Brady and Gracie stand in front of some random chemistry experiment, attempting to follow instructions.
ANGLE ON: HANNAH CRAIG, standing a few feet away doing the same experiment with her ex-boyfriend, ROSS SNYDER. Both are the typical all-American high school sweetheart couple, beyond attractive, and poster children for everyone else’s feelings of personal inadequacy. Hannah and Ross look more than hostile, working together, having just broken up.
REVERSE ANGLE ON BRADY as he snaps out of it, turning back to the experiment.
GRACIE
You’re fucking nuts if you think…
BRADY
Why do you have to be a constant buzz kill Gracie? I mean, I’m just wondering why you have to fuck with my already good mood.
GRACIE
You’re never in a good mood. I mean, I think this is the first time I…
BRADY
I mean, it’s not like I’m delusional here or something. Look at the two of them, feel the hostility. I mean, I wish you could take that shit and bottle it up. You could heat houses with it.
GRACIE
Fine, indulge in the fantasy. Whatever. I’m gonna stop caring.
BRADY
You already don’t care.
GRACIE
Well, I’m gonna stop mentioning it then.
BRADY
Fine, sounds like a plan.
Brady and Gracie are both quiet for a few seconds.
GRACIE
It’s just… Man, I hate to see you get all caught up in this shit, and then extremely depressed when it falls to pieces.
BRADY
When have you ever known me to get like that Gracie?
GRACIE
Ava Ferguson, Lizzy Stoker, Lynn Rishell, do I need to keep going here?
BRADY
Yeah, well I was so much older then; I’m younger than that now.
GRACIE
Ya know, quoting Bob’s not gonna help things change.
BRADY
But the times they are a-…
GRACIE
Shut-up and listen to me for two seconds here, okay? I mean, I can’t just pretend like it’s all going down, ya know? I’m not like Kyle.
BRADY
Well do you have any idea how much cooler I would think you are if you were more like Kyle, especially in matters like this?
GRACIE
I shudder to think of such a possibility.
BRADY
I bet. Listen, all I’m saying is that I’m throwing an all out bash, she’s just broken up with her boyfriend, she’s gonna be drunk off her ass, looking for a quick fling, a temporary reminder that half the school still wants to fuck her. I don’t see how I can possibly lose in such a situation. I mean, I’m good at small talk, being the life of the party, making the first move.
GRACIE
Bullshit. You never make the first move. I had the whole conversation with Wendy Zankmen about how she had to pretty much do everything.
BRADY
Well it was different with her. I didn’t really care all that much. It was one of those nights where making-out seemed trivial at best.
GRACIE
You always have some kind of excuse.
BRADY
Whatever, in any case, I’m thinking if you could just see all of this through my eyes once, then we’d be okay.
GRACIE
How do you think she’s gonna find out about the party Brady?
BRADY
Yeah, yeah, I know. Ya gotta work your magic Gracie.
GRACIE
Well what if I just decide to choose not to? I mean, Hannah’s my friend too, maybe I don’t want you taking advantage of her.
BRADY
That’s the biggest load of shit I’ve ever heard. Of course you want me to. I mean, the general morale of the group goes up when one of us gets laid.
GRACIE
Yeah, and we’re still waiting on you Brady.
BRADY
Well my Aunt Beatrice’s death has been like a message from the heavens. Life is too goddamn short, ya know?
GRACIE
I thought you said you never met her.
BRADY
Well yeah, I never did, but she sent fruitcake on Christmas.
GRACIE
Everyone hates fruitcake.
BRADY
Now that’s a pretty big generalization there Gracie.
Gracie just gives Brady a look.
BRADY
Okay, you’re right. It’s a horrible holiday tradition.
GRACIE
I know.
Brady flips his notebook open, and starts to copy down results for the lab off of another sheet.
BRADY
So have you ever stopped to think how much we’re not learning since we copy all our results from Zack’s lab reports from last year?
GRACIE
Whatever. We’re both fucking morons for taking Chemistry our senior year. We should be in an elective right now.
BRADY
Right, and this school just has so many to offer, what with our lack of an art and music program.
GRACIE
What do you expect, they all want us to be chemists.
BRADY
Apparently.
Brady turns away from his paper and looks over at Hannah again. “Seeing Other People” by Belle and Sebastian plays into the next scene.
EXT. EASTBROOKE HIGH SCHOOL - FACULTY PARKING LOT – LATE AFTERNOON
Brady and Kyle stand leaning the school, Kyle smoking a cigarette right by the “No-Smoking” sign. Both mindlessly stare across the street at a large green dumpster.
BRADY
I can’t believe this is what we’ve sunk to.
KYLE
Hey, he’s the only legitimate connection I could come up with. My brother’s out of town.
BRADY
You should’ve asked your dad.
KYLE
No, you should’ve asked your dad. My father can’t really maintain sane conversation for more than five minutes without flipping shit on me about my future.
BRADY
Well mine’s out of town on business.
KYLE
Yeah, I know. It seems like Ned’s always out of town on business.
BRADY
Well he has an important position.
KYLE
Which is?
BRADY
I don’t know, something big with computers.
KYLE
He’s probably cheating on your mom.
BRADY
Well, I understand why. I mean, I would cheat on my mom if I were him.
KYLE
That’s kind of fucking weird. Should I start calling you Oedipus now?
BRADY
Fuck off. I’m just saying, I would understand.
KYLE
Yeah, I guess so.
BRADY
So where the fuck is that fat piece of shit Gordon?
KYLE
I don’t know. He said four-thirty; maybe he had some other stops.
BRADY
Other dumpsters you mean?
KYLE
Yeah, I guess, maybe.
BRADY
Ya know, this is a sick ritual, us hanging out here waiting for Gordon Petrilla to drop off our alcohol. Why couldn’t we just go pick it up at his house?
KYLE
I don’t fucking know. No one’s allowed in his house. He’s a big weirdo, and very anti-social.
BRADY
Yet he’s gonna come to the party tonight.
KYLE
Well, I mean no man’s an island, Brady.
BRADY
Right… Ya know, it’s not even so much that he’s the guy you have to go to get alcohol, it’s just weird that his father buys it all for him because he knows his son won’t have any friends otherwise.
KYLE
Well yeah, that’s awesome. I mean, I wish my dad were that cool.
BRADY
I don’t. The day I receive my father’s pity is the day I kill myself.
KYLE
Yeah, I bet.
Both are quiet for a few seconds.
ANGLE ON DUMPSTER as GORDON PETRILLA pulls up in his small blue Ford, steps out, and casually drops a few cases of beer near the dumpster. He then grabs a small brown paper bag, pulls some money out, gets back in his car and drives off out of the lot.
REVERSE ANGLE ON BRADY AND KYLE
BRADY
I almost feel used.
KYLE
Whatever, get over it. At least now we have booze.
Kyle starts walking towards the dumpster.
BRADY
That fat fuck must make a killing on losers like us.
KYLE
You have no idea.
Brady walks off following Kyle towards the dumpster and the beer. “Collect from Clark Kent” by Braid plays into the next scene.
INT. BRADY’S HOUSE – BEDROOM – LATE AFTERNOON
Brady sits at his desk, on his computer, making a mix for the party, while Kyle just finishes up rolling a joint on a vinyl record cover. He stands up from Kyle’s bed, and lights it as he walks over and looks over Brady’s shoulder.
KYLE
So this is the first joint we’ve smoked in your room. Ya think they’ll notice?
BRADY
They’re both gone. I’ll Febreze some shit.
KYLE
That works.
Kyle takes a few puffs and hands Brady the joint. Brady takes a hit as the two pass it back and forth for the rest of the scene.
KYLE
So what are you putting on it?
BRADY
Well the first forty-five minutes or so is music to get fucked up to, and then the last few songs are make-out jams.
KYLE
Oh, well that works. So you think the party’s gonna peak and then descend in roughly eighty minutes?
BRADY
Well, I mean, we’re only in high school.
KYLE
Right…
Brady hits burn on the program and spins his chair around as Kyle sits down in a nearby recliner and starts flipping through a comic book.
BRADY
So do you honestly think I have a chance with Hannah tonight, or were you just trying to make me feel better?
KYLE
Hey dude, it’s your party. I’m not ruling anything out. Although, she’ll probably wanna really fuck tonight, ya know?
BRADY
Yeah, the thought had crossed my mind Kyle.
KYLE
Well yeah, so do you have condoms?
BRADY
I thought getting the beer was the hard part.
KYLE
Here, I’ll spot you.
Kyle stands up, pulls a condom out of his pocket and sets hit down on Brady’s dresser.
KYLE
Just leave it right there. She’ll know what’s up when she gets up here.
BRADY
You’re fucking retarded, ya know that?
KYLE
Yeah, yeah, just trust me on this one. Girls like Hannah know how this cruel fucked up world woks
BRADY
Sure they do.
KYLE
They do. All of this is like practice for them.
BRADY
Practice for what?
KYLE
I don’t know, a potential career in the industry.
BRADY
So you think attractive girls like Hannah fuck so much in high school because they’re life long dream is to be porn stars?
KYLE
No, not necessarily. It’s more like one of those subconscious things that they don’t know they’re doing.
BRADY
Oh, okay, I see.
(Beat)
Man, so do you always carry random contraceptive devices in your pockets?
KYLE
Uh yeah, I have a diaphragm in my other jeans, asshole.
BRADY
Just wondering. I mean, that seemed sort of random.
KYLE
Well, I’m just thinking ahead. I mean, when you’re having the party or your best friend in this case, ya gotta be ready for anything, including copious amounts of boning. I’m just filling you in on all of this now, because you sort of missed the bus for most of it.
BRADY
And you’re a seasoned pro what with that handjob you got from Sandy Lehman on the ski lift?
KYLE
You be surprised what that handjob did for me.
BRADY
Whatever, let’s change the subject. I figure I’m just gonna get ripped tonight, and see where everything goes. I mean, Hannah’s just a possibility.
KYLE
Yeah, you saying that is pretty much bullshit.
BRADY
Well, whatever.
KYLE
So I talked to Zack not too long ago. I think he’s coming tonight.
BRADY
Oh, well that’s cool. Is Vicky coming with him?
KYLE
I don’t know. He didn’t mention her or anything.
BRADY
Right…
Brady turns back and looks at the progress on the computer screen. “Gronlandic Edit” by Of Montreal plays into the next scene.
INT. BRADY’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
Brady and Kyle stand around in the now reasonably crowed living room, both with beers in hand. Their friend ZACK LEARY walks in through the back door, and over next to them. Zack is nineteen, and sort of a shit when push comes to shove.
ZACK
Well, I’m surprised you two pussies pulled this off.
BRADY
Gracie knows what she’s doing.
ZACK
Yeah, she’s your only real social salvation, huh?
BRADY
I suppose. Where’s Vicky?
ZACK
We broke up last night. Where’s the alcohol?
KYLE
In the kitchen fridge.
ZACK
Cool.
Zack walks out of the living room towards the kitchen as Brady and Kyle just look at each other.
KYLE
Well, he didn’t seem too crushed about it.
BRADY
Yeah, I know, he really didn’t.
Gracie walks over in front of Brady and Kyle, a little tipsy.
GRACIE
Well, this is so weird. I feel like I’m in The Twilight Zone or something, watching all these drunk sophomore sluts dance by all your family photos where they told you to smile.
BRADY
Well, you’d be surprised how much things can change in a matter of twenty-fours hours. I mean, I would say as of right now, my social status has gone up about three notches.
KYLE
More like one dude. I’m not seeing any slutty seniors here or anything. I mean, that’s what I was planning on going for.
GRACIE
What, striking out with the big dogs before you eventually work your way down to the totem pole, right?
KYLE
Man Brady, you were so right about her. Most negative friend ever.
Kyle walks past Gracie and out of the kitchen.
GRACIE
I’m sorry that you guys can’t deal with reality.
BRADY
Actually, I’d say we’re better at it then you think.
GRACIE
So Hannah just showed up, I think. I saw her walking around the family room.
BRADY
No fucking way. I can’t believe that. I’m cool enough for her to show up at my house.
GRACIE
And trash it Brady.
BRADY
Whatever, I’m pretending like I didn’t hear that last part. I have a date with destiny.
Brady walks out of the living room just as Zack walks back in with a beer in hand, over next to Gracie.
GRACIE
I swear, sometimes it’s just like I’m talking to myself.
ZACK
Yep…
GRACIE
So where’s Vicky?
ZACK
Yep…
Zack holds up his beer and takes a sip, before walking away from Gracie. She just shakes her head as “Happy Hour” by The Promise Ring plays into the next scene.
INT. BRADY’S HOUSE – HALLWAY – NIGHT
Brady walks out of the kitchen with a fresh beer in hand and into a crowded hallway. Hannah stands alone, leaning against the wall, drinking a mixed drink out of a vintage Star Wars cup. Brady walks over in front of her.
BRADY
I got that at Disney World.
HANNAH
Yeah, it’s nice. I almost feel like a nerd drinking out of it.
BRADY
Well, that’s the whole point.
HANNAH
Yeah, so I’m slowly coming to realize.
BRADY
Uh huh…
HANNAH
So this isn’t a bad party. I’m surprised you were able to pull it off.
BRADY
Why does everyone keep telling me that?
HANNAH
What, were there a lot of non-believers tonight?
BRADY
I’d say a fair amount. Everyone with the exception of Kyle and myself.
HANNAH
Well sometimes it’s a good thing to be right when everyone else doubts you.
BRADY
Yeah, I know. It really is. But why do you suppose you doubted me?
HANNAH
Well, it’s just that I never really see you at parties, so…
BRADY
You thought I wasn’t that kind of person?
HANNAH
Yeah, kind of. I mean, when push comes to shove I think anybody can be that kind of person. It’s not hard to get shitty and make an ass out of yourself.
BRADY
Very true.
HANNAH
It’s just that you’ve always seemed more sealed off than the rest of them.
BRADY
You mean the rest of them that you hang out with?
HANNAH
Yeah, something like that. Of course, half my friends aren’t here.
BRADY
Yeah, why is that? I mean, it was non-exclusive.
HANNAH
Well that’s one of the main reasons why, the other one being the fact that Ross’ brother knew about some kegger on campus or something, so most of them went to that.
BRADY
Well that’s stupid.
HANNAH
Is it?
BRADY
Yeah, I mean, I don’t know. I suppose it’s just weird to think about college parties while I’m still in high school.
HANNAH
Well ya gotta get ready, ya know? Parties are parties.
BRADY
Yeah, but it’s definitely a different environment. I mean, we fucking know almost everybody here. That’s sort of a good thing.
HANNAH
It really isn’t the more ya think about it Brady. I mean, I fucking hate most of the people I know, most of the people who say they’re friends with me.
BRADY
Well why’s that?
HANNAH
I don’t know. I guess it’s just sort of weird. Like Ross and I break up and half of them go one way and half of them go the other way. They’re all so fucking fickle.
BRADY
Well, that sort of sucks. I mean, I guess I’m lucking I only really hang out with Kyle and Gracie. They’re at least reliable.
HANNAH
Yeah, but what about all of these other people? All of these new faces tonight?
BRADY
They’re just temporarily using my house as a toilet before they move on next weekend.
HANNAH
Well that’s kind of a weird way to look at it Brady.
BRADY
Yeah, but you sort of know it’s true.
HANNAH
Well this is my first time here. Am I just another one of those toilet people?
BRADY
Not exactly. I mean, I could see us maybe talking like this on a regular basis.
HANNAH
We never really do.
BRADY
Yeah, well I think I’m officially ready to bring about some kind of change in my life.
HANNAH
And that’s the point of this party then?
BRADY
Well no, the point of this party was to just get fucked up because my parents are gone.
HANNAH
Yeah, where are they by the way?
BRADY
My dad has a business trip and my mom has a dead aunt.
HANNAH
Well that’s weird how it all worked out.
BRADY
Yeah, I know.
HANNAH
So uh… Where’s your bathroom? I have to pee, but I’ll be back down after that, we can continue this conversation or start another one.
BRADY
It’s upstairs, first door on the left.
HANNAH
Okay, thanks. BRB.
Hannah walks off as Brady gets a small smile on his face and walks off into another room. “Dark Center of the Universe” by Modest Mouse plays through the next few scenes.
EXT. BRADY’S HOUSE – BACKYARD – NIGHT
Brady and Kyle smoke a bowl in the backyard, party noises filtering outside.
BRADY
Dude, it’s fucking on. I mean, right after this bowl, I’m gonna go find her, because she’s probably been looking for me. I’ve just been biding my time.
KYLE
Well that’s awesome man.
BRADY
I know. It’s totally gonna happen. I mean, she’s slowly getting drunker, I’m slowly getting higher. I don’t see anything going wrong. I mean, it’s mostly just lower-level attractive people at this party. She’s not gonna find someone else.
KYLE
No, you’re probably right. She’s definitely lowering a lot of her standards being here tonight.
BRADY
Which is fucking awesome. I mean, if only all attractive girls would get this confused by all the social cruelties in high school.
KYLE
The world would truly be a better place for guys like us.
BRADY
Exactly. It’d be perfect.
KYLE
Uh huh…
Kyle takes a hit of the bowl and starts to cough at the same time he gets a text message from Gracie. Kyle pulls his cellphone and looks at it with a smirk.
BRADY
What, who is it?
KYLE
Gracie just sent me a text.
BRADY
What’s it say?
KYLE
“Roger Bowers just pissed on the living room rug”.
BRADY
Aw fuck, are you serious?
KYLE
I don’t think Gracie could make something that ridiculous up off the top of her head.
BRADY
Fuck, I’m gonna have to go clean it up.
KYLE
No wait, I’ll do it. I mean, you need to get back to Hannah, and it makes me look like a saint to all the remaining lonely living room girls.
BRADY
The piss cleaner isn’t exactly the most attractive of positions to have at a party Kyle.
KYLE
Well, I guess I’ll have to roll with the punches then. You should definitely get back inside though, and hopefully I won’t see you the rest of the night.
BRADY
Yeah, hopefully.
Brady walks back into the house as “Dark Center of the Universe” keeps playing.
INT. BRADY’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
Brady walks into the crowded living room to find a bunch of assholes standing around, laughing at the piss puddle. He goes to walk through only to be stopped by sophomore MAGGIE HORAN. Maggie is 16, cute and a pretty sloppy drunk.
MAGGIE
Brady, didn’t you see? Bowers pissed on your rug.
BRADY
Yeah, I know Maggie. That’s a problem for a little later.
MAGGIE
Right, well this is a great party by the way. I am fucking shit-faced.
BRADY
Yeah, same here. Glad you’re having a good time.
Brady goes to walk away, but Maggie grabs his waist.
MAGGIE
Wait, do you wanna go somewhere maybe, and hang out for awhile, sober up, I don’t know.
BRADY
Uh actually, I gotta go find someone right now, but maybe in a few, or later… I don’t know. I’ll see ya Maggie.
MAGGIE
Okay…
Brady walks away from her, as she looks somewhat disappointed.
INT. BRADY’S HOUSE – HALLWAY – NIGHT
Brady walks down the hallway towards the stairs as Gracie stops him.
GRACIE
Hey, did you get my text?
BRADY
Yes I did, thanks for bad news once again Gracie.
GRACIE
Well aren’t you gonna clean it up?
BRADY
Not this instant. I’m looking for Hannah. Kyle said he’d take care of it.
GRACIE
Kyle honestly offered to clean up somebody else’s piss?
BRADY
Yeah, I know. I was as surprised as you were. He’s fucking high, I guess.
GRACIE
Yeah, that’s almost an explanation. So have you talked to Hannah yet?
BRADY
Man, you are so far behind. Go talk to Kyle and the stain on the living room rug if you wanna catch up. I need to find her.
GRACIE
Last time I saw her she was heading upstairs.
BRADY
Well then that sounds like a good place to start looking.
Brady starts to walk off towards the stairs.
GRACIE
Ya know you shouldn’t get your hopes up.
BRADY
God, fuck off, will you?
Brady walks up the stairs.
INT. BRADY’S HOUSE – UPSTAIRS HALLWAY – NIGHT
Brady walks upstairs to find all the bedroom doors open with the exception of his. He walks towards his bedroom door, only to be completely shocked when Zack and Hannah walk out of it, holding hands.
ZACK
Hey dude, what’s up?
BRADY
Nothing, I was just… I needed something out of my room.
ZACK
Well it’s all yours man.
HANNAH
Are you coming back downstairs then? I wanted to keep talking.
BRADY
Yeah, I’ll be back down in a few.
Zack and Hannah walk past Brady as he walks into his bedroom.
INT. BRADY’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
Brady walks into his room to find his sheets all messed up and the open condom wrapper sitting on his dresser where Kyle left it. Brady shakes his head and takes a breath.
BRADY
God damnit…
“Dark Center of the Universe” fades out and “Say It Ain’t So” by Weezer plays through the next sequence.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. BRADY’S BEDROOM – CHRISTMAS EVE NIGHT – FOUR YEARS LATER
SUPERIMPOSE: FOUR YEARS LATER
THE CAMERA pans around Brady’s bedroom, which hasn’t really changed that much in four years. There are a few new posters, and more CDs and such on the shelf, but other than that it’s the same.
While the camera pans around, Sheryl is heard yelling up to Brady from downstairs.
SHERYL (O.S.)
Honey, are you almost ready?
(Beat)
We have to get moving if we’re gonna be on time for Christmas dinner.
After about the first thirty seconds or so of “Say It Ain’t So” the CAMERA moves out the door and into the hallway.
INT. BRADY’S HOUSE – UPSTAIRS HALLWAY – NIGHT
THE CAMERA pans down the hallway towards the bathroom for the next thirty seconds or so of the song, as Sheryl still yells up the stairs.
SHERYL (O.S.)
What are you doing up there anyway? You never take this long…
Sheryl’s footsteps are heard coming up the stairs just as the camera makes its way to the bathroom. As Sheryl opens the bathroom door, the CAMERA zooms in on Brady, lying on the floor with his wrists slit, not dead, but having just attempted suicide.
Shocked, Sheryl walks in, shutting the bathroom door behind her just as “Say It Ain’t So” kicks in.
FADE OUT
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