Election Page #7

Principal Walt Hendricks is at his desk, examining a little BOOKLET.

JIM:

sits on the vinyl sofa.

CLOSE ON -- the small makeshift booklet whose cover reads, "There's a

place for us" in overdone fancy cursive.

THE SECOND PAGE shows a cutout from a travel magazine of a swanky

BEACHFRONT HOTEL. One room has been circled with the words "you and

me" written next to it. Below: "A time and place for us." We HEAR

Walt clearing his throat, swallowing.

THE THIRD PAGE has glued to it a POSTCARD showing a couple hand-in-

hand on the beach at sunset and reading, "Maui is for lovers." Below:

Take my hand and we'll soon be there.

THE LAST PAGE has a cutout of a bouquet of flowers. It reads, "Tracy,

See you in paradise? Love, your 'teacher' David. P.S. I really,

really need you now." The booklet is lowered.

DAVE:

Tracy's Mom -- she doesn't understand.

WALT:

No, I'd say she doesn't. I don't think

I've ever seen a mother quite so upset.

We're all very, very lucky she doesn't

want this public.

Dave looks at JIM for help. JIM looks away. Dave's breaths grow more

convulsive. Finally -

DAVE:

But we're in love

WALT:

Dave. Dave, look at me

Dave looks slowly up.

WALT:

I want you to get some help.

DAVE & SHERRY'S LIVING ROOMNIGHT

Sherry cradles Darryl while Dave grovels at her feet.

JIM (VO)

After Dave got fired, Sherry kicked him

out of the house and filed for divorce.

SHERRY:

Your novel? Are you f***ing kidding me?

Dave follows Sherry as she takes the baby into their bedroom and slams

the door in Dave's face. Dave pounds on the door, eventually sinking

to his knees and crying.

DAVE:

Sherry Sherry Sheerrry. ...

JIM (VO)

He ended up moving back to Milwaukee to

live with his parents. I haven't heard

from him in a long time. Poor guy. I

warned him.

INT. JIM'S CLASSROOM -- DAY

Tracy, still frozen, THAWS OUT. Maybe now she can finish

TRACY:

...certain time in history and

RINGGGGG Maybe not.

At the bell, students instantly shut their textbooks and collect their

things.

JIM:

Okay. We'll pick up here next time

Tracy is miffed as she puts her things away: slam, stuff, zip. She

slings her backpack over her shoulder and heads toward the door. She

looks back at --

MR. MCALLISTER who himself now FREEZES as he talks to a couple of

students

TRACY (VO)

Now that I have more life experience, I

feel sorry for Mr. McAllister.

CLOSE-UP FROZEN DETAILS - of Jim's appearance - his slightly frayed

collar and bad tie; the heels of his old docksiders worn down at

irritating angles; the faded impression his too-big wallet has made in

his khakis; his growing bald spot; his ear hairs.

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