Interior: Hallway leading to Tru's apartment
3/4 Wide Shot: Tru walks down the hall, smiling, carrying her coffee
POV: Tru approaches her door, pulls out her key, hears voices inside, tries handle, it opens.
Tru enters her apartment. Voices are heard down the hall, a male and female voice each.
POV: Tru walking down the hallway, towards door at the end of hallway
Tru hesitates and then pushes on door, she opens it.
POV TRU: Tru's boyfriend, Miles and another woman are in bed together.
CLOSE UP: Tru in shock
TRU
What the hell?
Miles
Tru? Is that you?
TRU
Um, yeah. Is that you, Miles?
MILES
Shit.
(Miles gets out of bed.)
THE OTHER WOMAN
Miles, shit, who is this?
(She gets out of bed after him. They are both in barely any clothing, maybe a bra, underwear only.)
TRU
Yeah, who is this, Miles?
Miles
This is my girlfriend, Tru.
THE OTHER WOMAN
Girlfriend? You didn't say...he didn't say!
TRU
Yeah, well, I'm Tru.
THE OTHER WOMAN
The only one that is, it seems.
TRU
Ha, that's fucking hilarious. But, yeah, that's my name.
THE OTHER WOMAN
Tru. I see.
TRU
Yeah, so....get out.
THE OTHER WOMAN
Huh?
TRU
Um, yeah, get the fuck out. Both of you.
Miles
Um, this is my house.
TRU
Oh yeah, but who pays rent? Me. I do. So, get the fuck out!
MILES
Oh, come on, Tru.
TRU
Get out. Get out. Get out.
Miles
Tru, can we talk about this?
TRU
No.
Miles
Come on, Tru---
(Tru screams really loud and it continues to escalate. Miles and The Other Woman hurriedly grab their clothes and other items and leave, all while Tru is screaming. Once they are leaving, Tru falls against the bed, then remembering what just happened there, pulls the sheets off, and throws them off angrily. She storms out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind her, still screaming. She crosses into the kitchen/living room area, opens the refridgerator, finding nothing, slams it shut. She finds a bottle of wine on the counter, takes a swig, sees two wine glasses side by side, with wine stains in them and lipstick on one of them. FLASH: Tru throwing wine bottle and wine glasses against the wall. Back to earth, Tru sets bottle down and grabs her purse and keys and heads towards the doorway. At the last minute, she sees her coffee cup on the table near the door, she sighs, picks it up, sees its mostly full, takes a sip, and then opens the door, locking it behind her.)
Cut to: Willow entering his house, guitar music and other instruments are played in the backyard
WILLOW
Hey, I'm home.
(Willow moves through the house and peeks into the backyard. His hippie father, hippie mother, and a gathering of other hippie folks are sitting around the patio, smoking pot, drinking, and playing music together.)
Close up: Willow's face, sighing
(Willow moves to his bedroom, lies on his bed, stares up at the ceiling.)
POV Willow: Sees stars and grateful dead poster above him.
(Willow rolls over, music is playing in the background, he pulls pillow over his head, but cannot drown it out. He gets up and crosses into the living room. His father, Eddie, enters the living room, obviously very intoxicated.)
EDDIE
Willow, you're home, man! How is it going?
WILLOW
Yeah, its fine, dad. Work was....
EDDIE
Man, I don't know how you do it, working at that place.
WILLOW
I like it, sorta. Its nice to have money.
EDDIE
Yeah, yeah.
WILLOW
What did you do today, dad?
EDDIE
Was online for awhile, looking for work. Then, Butch and Sandy came by and we started jammin, man, you know how it is. Thinking of getting the band back together.
WILLOW
Oh.
EDDIE
Come on and join us, Willow.
WILLOW
Yeah, I think I'm going out.
EDDIE
Suit yourself.
(Willow waits for his dad to say something, to stop him, but Eddie laughs and heads out to the backyard again.)
Wide: Willow exiting his house. He starts walking down the street.
CUT TO: Willow at a bar, drinking a coke, reading Great Expectations.
(Enter Tru, in the background. She crosses to the bar, next to Willow, but hasn't noticed him yet. She calls to the bartender.)
TRU
Hey, the usual, Brandon, and stat.
(Willow looks up and sees her, she finally sees him, smiles at him.)
Hey there.
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