script

One Can Dream

INT. MODEST MIDWEST AMERICAN HOME, LIVING ROOM

A five year old boy comes running through the living room screaming, his 3 year old sister following behind doing the same, pulling a toy dog that makes a squeaking sound.  Mark is lying on the couch with a beer in one hand, the remote in the other. 

Mark

Will you kids please go be loud somewhere

else? I’m trying to watch the game!

The kids continue running around and yelling, Beth enters from the kitchen drying her hands on a towel.

Beth

Don’t yell at them they’re just kids!

Mark

Whining

But I’m trying to watch the game!

Beth

God, you big baby I’ll have them

go play in the basement.

Beth leaves the room with the kids, enter Katie and her friend Matt.

Katie

Hey what’s up?

Mark

Just watching the game.

Your sister is downstairs with the kids.

Katie

Oh, ok I’m gonna go say hi to her.

This is my friend Matt by the way.

Matt is well dressed but covered with tattoos and looks like he’s spent a few too many nights out drinking with the boys.

Matt

How’s it goin’?

Mark

Grab a beer and a piece of couch

Katie exits, Matt grabs a beer and sits on the other side of the sectional couch.  He opens the beer and chugs, then lets out a huge burp.

Mark

Nice one!

Matt

I guess. I had way better ones last night.

Mark

Why? What were you drinking last night?

Matt

What wasn’t I drinking?

Mark

Man, I remember doing that kind of

stuff all the time back in the day.

Don’t have kids man.

Matt

Ha ha! None that I know of at least.

Katie re-enters the room with Beth.

Katie

Alright dude, you ready to go?

Matt

Sure

Mark

Awe man so soon? We should hang out sometime

Matt

Right on

Katie and Matt exit, Beth sits on the couch by Mark.

Beth

Why on earth would you want to hang out with that guy?

You would end up in jail.

Mark

I like him. He reminds me of how

I would be if I wasn’t married.

Beth rolls her eyes and walks back into the kitchen, Mark chugs the rest of his beer, spilling most of it and coughing.