INT. RACHEL'S BEDROOM - EARLY MORNING
A billowy white screen. An alarm clock BLARES. As MAIN TITLES
BEGIN, the lovely sleeping face of RACHEL KELLY rolls into frame.
Then out of it. Alarm keeps BLASTING. Back she comes, pulling the
sheets OVER her head. Motionless now, as we hear...
... the DEAFENING SILENCE of the alarm shutting off. A beat.
Rachel SITS BOLTS UPRIGHT. LEAPS out of the room. From the back
we see that she's dressed only in a pair of men's boxers.
She makes it halfway down the hall, does a U TURN back into the
bedroom, frantically YANKS a robe hanging from the door, taking the
wall hook WITH her. She FLINGS her robe on as she RUNS down the
hall, wall hook STICKING OUT of her back. BURSTING INTO...
INT. BEN'S ROOM - EARLY MORNING
Ben! You overslept again damn it!
The room looks like a 6 (but I'm almost 7) year old exploded.
Posters of MAGICIANS on all the walls. Rachel darts about the room
mismatching the clothes she forgot to arrange the night before.
Get Up Get Up Get Up!
The LUMP under the cover doesn't move.
Ben you're late. I'm serious. I'm
wearing a very serious face. Don't
make me start counting ONE...
No movement. Rachel tugs the sleeve of a shirt hanging on a chair,
and out comes a magician's bouquet of FLOWERS.
She pulls a dirty handkerchief out of the pocket of the shirt --
it's an endless MAGICIAN'S HANDKERCHIEF.
Don't make me say three I'm about to
(a beat, then)
She RIPS the covers off and a blow-up DINOSAUR sleeps in Ben's
Ben I'm not kidding around. You make
yourself appear this instant!
A WHITE BUNNY saunters across her toes. Rachel SCREAMS -- then
gathers her wits and searches under the bed -- under the bureau --
she opens the closet doors and shoving clothes aside.
You might think this is funny but this
is actually NOT funny.
Unseen by Rachel, six-year-old BEN sits, perched on the highest
closet shelf, knees under his chin, holding his breath. His eyes
gleeful as Rachel frantically closes the closet door.
INT. HALLWAY - EARLY MORNING
Rachel hops over the Bunny, navigates through strewn toys and books
STUBBING her baby toe. She limps in agony past a big picture of
the kids with their daddy and heads towards a door with a KEEP OUT
ANNABELLE! WAKE UP!
ANNABELLE'S BEDROOM - EARLY MORNING
ANNABELLE, 10 years old, sits on the edge of her bed, fuming, all
of her limbs crossed. She holds up a filthy purple tee shirt.
You forgot to wash my purple shirt. I
told you a hundred times it was Purple
Day at school today.
I didn't forget. I was up all night
thinking about it and I concluded you're
too special to look like everyone else.
(she grabs an orangey
red tee shirt)
Orange Red. That's your color. Few
can carry it off. Now please. Help
me find your brother.
You lost Ben?!
Of course not. Does he look lost to
INT. SUBURBAN EXTREMELY WELL-STOCKED KITCHEN - EARLY MORNING
Rachel, smoking a cigarette and drinking a diet coke, FLINGS open
pantry doors, closet doors -- looking for Ben -- attempting to put
stone hard butter on toast at the same time. She glances at the
clock -- 7:
55. Oh dear. Annabelle sits at the table, in a grumpy
orangey red mood. Rachel hands her what was once a piece of toast.
No. I told you. I like apple butter
not butter butter.
(hands her an apple)
Never mind. I'll just eat my lunch.
I'm almost done making it.
(to the non-existent Ben)
Alright Ben -- you deal with the tardy,
you write yourself a note, your daddy
told you he had an important case this
morning and he had to leave early and
we were AAAAGGGGHHHH!