Happiness Page #4

15.EXT. CAR - DAY.15.

BILL is driving along.

16.EXT. PARK - DAY.16.

Reminiscent of BILL'S dream: schoolchildren are playing,

teachers supervising. A laborer is eating lunch with a

co-worker. A little boy is sitting alone in the shade of a

tree.

BILL pulls up to the side of the field and observes from his

parking space.

He gets back in his car.

17.INT. BILL'S CAR - DAY.17.

BILL is at the wheel again, a little tense.

18.EXT. MINI-MALL - DAY.18.

BILL pulls into the lot. He walks into the 7-11.

19.INT. 7-11 - DAY.19.

BILL picks up a Boy's Life, pays for it.

20.EXT. MINI-MALL - DAY.20.

BILL gets into the back seat of his car and sets to

masturbating.

SHOPPERS walk by with shopping carts, little children,

oblivious to the activity inside Bill's car.

Finally, BILL gets out of his car, tucks in his shirt,

tosses the scrunched-up magazine into a dumpster, returns to

his car and pulls out.

21.INT. BILL'S KITCHEN - EVENING.21.

BILL comes home as Trish finishes preparing the dinner

table. He gives her a peck on the cheek. Their kids are

eating in the adjacent TV Room.

TRISH:

So how was work today, Hon?

BILL:

Oh, fine.

KOOKI sniffs BILL'S pants, excited.

TRISH:

Kooki, no!

BILL:

Down, Kooki!

KOOKI calms down somewhat.

BILLY ENTERS, opens the refrigerator, pours himself a soda.

He looks dejected.

BILL:

Hey, Billy! What's going on?

BILLY:

Nothing.

TRISH:

He's

(making quotation marks

with her fingers)

"depressed."

BILL:

Is something the matter?

BILLY:

I don't wanna talk about it.

And he leaves for the TV room again.

TRISH:

Ignore him. He's just doing it for

attention. He thinks you'll be

impressed. As if. So anyway�

Joy came by today.

BILL:

How's she doing?

TRISH:

Oh, God, I dunno, and frankly�

I'm concerned. I mean, she's not

like me. She doesn't "have it all."

She pretends to be happy, but

I can see right through her:

she's miserable.

BILL:

Why do you think that is?

TRISH:

To be frank, I think she's lazy.

She's not a go-getter, like me or

Helen. And she's so picky. I gave

Damien Ross her phone number, for

what it's worth, and Joy sounded

interested, naturally, but�I dunno.

I'm afraid to have to say it, but

truly it's what I believe: she'll

always be alone.

BILL:

We're all alone.

TRISH:

Oh, Bill. Sometimes I wonder how any

of your patients can talk to you.

BILL:

Sometimes I wonder if they'll ever

stop. I should tape some for you.

TRISH:

Would you? Would you really?

So that I could listen, too?

BILL:

No.

TRISH:

You're such a tease.

You know I wouldn't tell anyone.

BILL:

I know. 'Cause you're so secretive.

TRISH:

Well, maybe not as secretive as you.

BILL:

What secret would you like me to

tell you?

IRISH puts her arms around BILL.

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