Stepmom Page #2

BEN:

No!

Ben races away but Rachel LUNGES And CATCHES him. He wiggles in

her arms as she struggles to change his clothes. Just as she gets

his bottoms off she drops his clothes in the pile of gooey eggs

when we hear a loud KNOCKING at the kitchen door. Holding a half

naked Ben in her arms, Rachel looks up at...

JACKIE HARRISON. An immaculately dressed, intimidatingly intel-

ligent, utterly beautiful woman staring at her with extreme

disapproval.

ANNABELLE AND BEN

Mommy!

Annabelle and Ben RACE into their mother's arms like little angels.

Jackie shoots a fiercely protective glare at Rachel. They LOCK

eyes. Enough wattage to light up all of Manhattan.

EXT. RACHEL'S LOFT, SOHO - MORNING

Jackie and the kids exit Rachel's building, onto a bustling Soho

street. The kids clamber into the double-parked Volvo wagon.

Jackie, still pissed, climbs behind the wheel. Drives off.

INT. JACKIE'S VOLVO STATION WAGON - EARLY MORNING

Jackie drives the children down a tree-lined street in Englewood,

New Jersey. Ben is banging Jackie's sunglasses case against the

window.

JACKIE:

...it's really not so bad Annabelle -- Red

and Blue make purple.

ANNABELLE:

(yes she does)

I don't care.

JACKIE:

I know you don't, but if you had, chrom-

atically you are in the purple family.

Jackie fishes through her purse. Finds a toy airplane for Ben. He

stops banging her glasses case, starts banging the plane.

BEN:

Why does Rachel wear Daddy's underpants?

Doesn't she have underpants of her own?

JACKIE:

I noticed a whopping pile of laundry

sitting on the washer -- perhaps Rachel's

underpants are in there -- Now where are

your lunches?

As if by rote, they hold out their lunches. One is a plastic Vons

bag and the other a crumpled Macy's bag. She collects them and

hands Ben and Annabelle two brightly colored lunch bags.

BEN:

Annabelle sucked her thumb last night.

ANNABELLE:

I NEVER do that, you ALWAYS lie!

And SLUGS him.

JACKIE:

Never say 'never' -- it's not fair to

say 'always' -- and no name calling.

Use your words.

ANNABELLE:

I hate when you say that.

JACKIE:

Thank you. Those were all words. I

hate the planet Uranus. Terrible name

for a planet.

Annabelle and Ben look up at her curiously.

JACKIE:

I hate snails and blue cheese.

Especially together. Hate.

BEN:

I have lava.

JACKIE:

(reflects)

Lava's hateable. I never thought of

that.

ANNABELLE:

I hate overly ripe bananas -- they make

me want to throw up.

JACKIE:

Excellent point.

BEN:

I hate wax lips and red ants and

pretzels without salt...

ANNABELLE:

I hate the crayon Burnt Sienna and

people who spit when they walk.

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