Walking Tall Page #2

I substitute at the elementary school,

Michelle pitches in. We try to keep

things simple.

A kid walks in.

MICHELLE:

Pete! This is your Uncle Chris.

CHRIS:

Hey Pete.

MICHELLE:

Sit down, say hello. Last time he saw

you you were barely walking.

PETE:

And now I'm camping.

MICHELLE:

I said you could sleep on the couch.

It was Chris' room first.

CHRIS:

Your tent's gonna take on water. I could

show ya how to rig it.

PETE:

Doesn't look like it's gonna rain to

me Colonel.

MICHELLE:

Pete, cmon sit down, have somethin to

eat.

CHRIS:

First of all I was a sergeant. I worked

for a living.

PETE:

Did you ever smoke anybody?

CONNIE:

Pete!

MICHELLE:

Pete!

PETE:

Y'know, Papa's still got your gun locked

up in the garage. Think you could teach

me how to shoot?

CHRIS:

I figured that'd be scrap metal by now

dad.

DAD:

No, I'm still hoping that you'll melt

that thing down on your own.

CHRIS:

Sorry Pete.

PETE:

Whatever. I'm outta here Mom.

MICHELLE:

Okay, be back by ten.

PETE:

Ten thirty (as he walks out)

MICHELLE:

Ten!

DAD:

Remind you of anyone?

INT. BEDROOM

We can see from the window that it's raining heavily outside.

Chris sets about unpacking his things. Pete comes in looking

wet.

PETE:

Ok it rained. Happy?

CHRIS:

No. Why dontcha crash on the floor?

Pete looks at him.

CHRIS:

Ok, I'll crash on the floor, you crash

on the bed.

PETE:

uh uh. (starts walking out)

CHRIS:

Pete. (hands him a towel). Keep ya dry.

PETE:

Did you really kill people?

Chris looks at him.

EXT. OUTSIDE THE HOUSE

A crappy camper van rolls up. A man steps out.

CHRIS:

Ray Ray! Ahaaa.

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