Lou Page #4

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KAYCEE:

I could see her killing a man. Lou

-- the super spy!

HANNAH:

I thought she was an assassin.

KAYCEE:

There’s a difference?

HANNAH:

An assassin kills people.

KAYCEE:

A spy can’t kill someone?

HANNAH:

Sure. But I think they have to spy

on them first. An assassin doesn't

need to do that.

KAYCEE:

So a spy can be an assassin but not

the other way ‘round?

Hannah thinks about this.

HANNAH:

That doesn’t sound right either.

(beat)

What do you think her secret weapon

was?

KAYCEE:

A bad attitude.

10.

The women LAUGH. Then SUDDENLY -- Hannah jumps from the

trailer steps, sprinting forward with an unexpected burst of

kinetic energy.

HANNAH:

STOP! STOP!

She runs at Lou’s truck, waving her arms.

EXT./INT. TRUCK CAB/DRIVEWAY - CONTINUOUS

Lou sees Hannah from the corner of her eye. She slams the

breaks. The front wheels of the truck LOCK, the back

fishtails as the truck shudders to a stop.

- Jax’s face smashes into the truck’s metal exterior. DEER

BLOOD sloshes all over him. But he’s not about to let this

interrupt his nap.

Lou looks out her windshield, over the hood and finds Vee,

wide-eyed, frozen in front of the truck’s fender.

She watches as Hannah reaches her daughter, scoops her up and

SMACKS her on the ass. Hard. Hannah isn’t playing.

HANNAH:

What’d I tell you about the

driveway? Stay away from it! It’s

not safe!

Lou unrolls her window, hoping to interrupt the punishment.

It works. Hannah blushes, embarrassed by her questionable

parenting technique.

HANNAH (CONT’D)

She’s fine. Aren’t you, Vee?

Vee nods, wiping her eyes.

VEE:

Hi Lou.

LOU:

Hm.

Hannah sets Vee down. She runs past Hannah’s beloved car, a

VW Rabbit, to Kaycee, who waits by the trailer.

Hannah turns back to Lou.

HANNAH:

Sorry about that. Listen, I know

rent’s late. Vee got an ear ache

and the medicine was really-

11.

LOU:

With a name like Vee, you can

hardly expect her not to run in

front of trucks.

Hannah bites her tongue. Lou’s her landlord after all.

LOU (CONT’D)

You like deer?

HANNAH:

Sure.

LOU:

I got a bunch in back. Fresh.

Hannah glances at the back of the truck, sees Jax COVERED IN

BLOOD and quickly realizes Lou’s talking about dead deer.

HANNAH:

Oh, I thought you meant -- um,

we’re vegetarians.

LOU:

Oh, for Pete’s sake.

(her tolerance evaporates)

Drop the rent off tomorrow. Come in

and put it on the table. It’ll just

get wet in the mailbox. Just leave

it on the table. Don’t bother

trying to say hello. I’m busy.

Lou throws the truck in gear and speeds up the driveway. She

watches Hannah in the REARVIEW MIRROR, shaking her head.

LOU (CONT’D)

Vegetarians.

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