INT. BURNHAM HOUSE - JANE'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS
JANE is seated at her desk, working at her computer.
My daughter Jane. Only child.
CLOSE on the COMPUTER MONITOR: A PERSONAL BANKING SOFTWARE
window suddenly disappears to reveal another window: a PLASTIC
SURGERY WEBSITE, featuring clinical "before" and "after"
photos of surgically augmented breasts.
Janie's a pretty typical teenager.
Angry, insecure, confused. I wish I
could tell her that's all going to
Outside, a CAR HORN BLARES. Jane stuffs items into her
But I don't want to lie to her.
We HEAR the CAR HORN again from outside. Jane studies herself
in a mirror, then shifts to get a good profile of her breasts.
EXT. BURNHAM HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
Carolyn stands next to a platinum-colored MERCEDES-BENZ ML320,
reaching in through the drivers' window to blow the HORN
Jane shuffles out of the house, her backpack slung over her
Jane. Honey. Are you trying to look
Well, congratulations. You've
Jane gets in the car. Lester hurries out the front door,
carrying a BRIEFCASE.
Lester, could you make me a little
later, please? Because I'm not quite
Lester's briefcase suddenly springs open and his papers spill
all over the driveway. He drops to his knees to gather
Nice going, Dad.
Lester smiles sheepishly, trying to lighten the moment.
Carolyn looks down at us, contemptuous but also
bored, as if she gave up expecting anything more long ago.
Both my wife and daughter think I'm
this gigantic loser, and... they're