Pipe Dreams Pilot

written by

Gamze Alden

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EXT. NEW ORLEANS - DAY
We see various streets of New Orleans. A drunkard stumbles
out of a bar in the middle of the day. A hearse is followed
by a marching jazz band. A red convertible is being
frantically chased by police cars. Finally, we see the
outside of our protagonists' home.

INT. THE HOUSE - DAY

SEBA (30, moorish brunette draped in black lace) sits at the
living room couch while fixedly inspecting a black scrying
mirror sitting at the coffee table with purple candles at
each side.
SANDY (22, curvaceous bottle blonde in a floral dress and
fishnets) bursts through the front door with a look of
exasperation in her face and an armful of grocery bags.
THE SMITH (25, petite, dressed as what could best be
described as a cyberpunk emo rapper) casually follows with
more bags in one arm and a half eaten banana in the other.
SANDY
I can't even look at you right now,
honestly!
Seba's gaze falters for a moment but she attempts to sustain
her focus.
THE SMITH
What? The peel was perfectly
intact.
SANDY
It was on the GROUND!
Seba gives a small sigh and blows out her candles before
turning to the other two girls.
SEBA
She did say the peel was fully
intact.
SANDY
You're telling me you'd eat a
banana off the ground?
SEBA
Not unless I was desperate, but I
understand the thought process.
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THE SMITH
Must you be desperate to appreciate
the world's bounties?
The Smith plops down next to Seba and pulls out a bag of hot
chips as Sandy makes her way across the room. Sirens can be
faintly heard in the background which nobody pays any mind.
SANDY
I can't believe you two. I'm sure
Rusty would back me up.
THE SMITH
Where is Rusty anyhow?
Immediately after asking that, a red convertible bursts in
through the window as the siren noises amplify.
Sandy pauses by the kitchen door.
SANDY
Well... there's Rusty's car.
As they all look at the car in shock and confusion, a police
officer walks in.
POLICE OFFICER
Is this the residence of Jaime
"Rusty" Sedgwick?
They all look to each other nervously and quietly nod.

POLICE OFFICER (CONT'D)

So, I'll take it you three are
Sandra Landry, Seba Konstantinova,
and... The Smith?
As the he states their names, pan from Sandy nervously
dropping the groceries, then to Seba fiddling with a smoking
candle, and The Smith ripping the chip bag open.
THE SMITH
Yeah? What's it to ya?
POLICE OFFICER
I'm going to need statements from
each of you regarding your friend's
attempted robbery of the local
cashless cafe that took place this
morning.
THE SMITH
Really expected better from Rusty.
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POLICE OFFICER
So you've observed this behavior
from your roommates before?
THE SMITH
Nope.
SANDY
First I'm hearing of it.
SEBA
Clearly not a career criminal with
that level of shoddy execution.
The police officer gets an inaudible message from his walkie
talkie and steps back towards the door.
POLICE OFFICER
I have to go aid in processing, but
you'll be getting calls about full
statements soon.
He pauses just before shutting the door.
POLICE OFFICER (CONT'D)
You three stay out of trouble now.
As the door shuts behind him, Sandy and The Smith breathe a
sigh of relief.
SANDY
Really thought our ass was grass
there.
THE SMITH
How'd he know our names?
SANDY
Don't know about y'all, but maybe
he remembers me from those
commercials and indie films I've
been in?
SEBA
Could also be from that time we got
arrested last week.
THE SMITH
Right. That would do it.
SANDY
Do we have enough to cover rent
without Rusty?
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The three look to each other for a moment before their

expressions drop.
SANDY (CONT'D)
Of course not.
THE SMITH
So... new roommate?
SANDY
Could ask around.
SEBA
Where are we going to find someone
who needs a new place in such short
notice?

EXT. DORMS - DAY

At a college campus, a young girl fights off several armed
policemen while a building burns in the background. A
newsreel overlay reads "CRAZED AMERICAN ATTEMPTS TO BURN
CLASSMATES TO DEATH," with several other odd bits of news
rolling in the smaller text below.
POLICE OFFICER
Christ, she's stronger than she
looks.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY

We see the girl from the video, MARLO (27, trim, donning a
bathrobe and green clay mask), now lounging at a messy hotel
bed watching the earlier footage from her phone.
MARLO
(From Phone)
Stop! You can't put it out yet!
A phone call from 'Mother' interrupts the video. Marlo
MARLO'S MOTHER
Marlo! What the hell is going on
with you? I don't hear from you in
months, next I hear you've been
expelled and deported after an
insanity plea over arson and
attempted manslaughter?
Marlo says nothing, and takes a sip from the iced coffee on
the nightstand next to her.
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MARLO'S MOTHER (CONT'D)

I would have just assumed you were
being your usual ungrateful self if
it wasn't for all the charges on
your dad's card from New Orleans of
all places. I knew letting you drop
out of Harvard Law to frolic around
in some European film school was a
mistake.
MARLO
It was a highly acclaimed media
management course, Mother.
MARLO'S MOTHER
That's besides the point at this
stage! I've already ensured you're
cut off, so you can either make
your way back up here with your
tail between your legs or learn to
live on your own.
Marlo's eyes widen. The sounds of her mother's continued
ranting is drowned out by the sounds of her hotel door being
knocked on.
Marlo leaves her phone on the bed to answer the door while
her mother continues ranting inaudibly.
MARLO
Oh, thank god it's you.
HOUSEKEEPER
We need to clear this room for the
next guest. Are you ready to check
out?
Marlo's expression drops once more.
MATCH CUT TO:

EXT. PAWN SHOP - DAY

We see Marlo once again, now completely put together with a
full face of makeup and a dark-colored business-casual
outfit. There's an unwavering air of confidence in place of
her initial numbness. Surrounding her is two large rolling
suitcases tied together by an Hermes scarf, a duffel bag
slung across her shoulder, and another small handbag.
She struggles to drag her luggage along as she walks down
towards the pawn shop nearby. Before she enters, Sandy and
The Smith walk by.
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THE SMITH
We need a new roommate. You down?
SANDY
Come on, you can't just ask anyone!
THE SMITH
What? She looks alright.
MARLO
Excuse me?
SANDY
We're not about to write you a love
letter! Can you help us pay rent
for a place to stay or not?
MARLO
I'm fine, thank you very much.
Marlo turns away from them towards the pawn shop.
MARLO (CONT'D)
(under her breath)
Bunch of riffraff roommates,
that'll be the day...
Marlo steps into the shop, fumbling with the bags behind her.
SANDY
Probably dodged a bullet there.
THE SMITH
I think I know where we might find
someone cooler.
SANDY
Whatever works at this point.
THE SMITH
I wonder how Seba is doing with the
wall patch-up.
The girls continue on down the road with The Smith in the
lead.

INT. THE HOUSE - DAY

Seba haphazardly nails a hot pink sheet onto the wall, then
gives a nod of approval and pulls up an astrology program on
her laptop.
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INT. PAWN SHOP - DAY

We see a cozy little pawn shop full of oddities, with few
customers and an old man inspecting a sword.
Marlo approaches him while beaming, and the SHOPKEEPER looks
up at her cheerfully.
SHOPKEEPER
Well, looks like you've got quite a
bit for me here, don't ya? Runnin'
from a boyfriend?
MARLO
From family. Same difference, I
suppose. What would you pay for an
authentic Dior Saddlebag?
SHOPKEEPER
Most saddlebags go for around
twenty, thirty bucks, I'd say.
Marlo raises a finger while unzipping a suitcase and pulling
out a designer handbag.
MARLO
This is what I mean. 100% calf
leather with an antique gold
finish.
SHOPKEEPER
Hm, how about I bump it up to
fifty?
MARLO
Fifty?! I spent more than three
thousand on this!
SHOPKEEPER
Sounds like you got scammed there,
missy.
The shopkeeper pauses for a moment and gives Marlo a once-
over.
SHOPKEEPER (CONT'D)
Say, don't I know you from
somewhere? You're a dead ringer for
the girl in that video with the
burning building.
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Marlo scowls and slowly slips the bag back into her suitcase
before zipping it up and attempting to walk off dramatically,
only for her clumsy handling of the suitcases to ruin her
exit.

EXT. STREET - DAY

The Smith and Sandy walk down the road towards a homeless
encampment under a freeway.
SANDY
Who's idea was it to let The Smith
pick where we look first?
THE SMITH
Where would you have looked? Your
growing list of exes?
As they speak, Seba pops up behind them.
SEBA
The horary chart I drew up did
indicate that our next roommate
would be newly transient.
THE SMITH
You're done with the wall already?
Seba gives a nonchalant shrug.
They approach a group of homeless people huddled around a
bonfire and passing a bottle around. One of them approaches
The Smith and greets her with a cool handshake.
HOMELESS MAN
Lil' Saddy, how've you been? That
acid you lent the other week was
some top notch shit.
SANDY
Lil' Saddy?
The Smith hands the homeless man a cigarette.
THE SMITH
It's my stage name.
HOMELESS MAN
This girl can freestyle like
nobody's business. Want a sip?
 9.

The Smith nods and accepts the bottle, takes a swig, then
offers it to the other two girls. Sandy recoils, and Seba
accepts, taking a sip herself before passing it to the man.
THE SMITH
Say, you wouldn't happen to know
anyone who'd want to room with us,
would you? We're pretty short on
rent at the moment.
HOMELESS MAN
Well, the rent bit might be an
issue there. Don't think any of us
even have enough for a night at the
hostel.
SEBA
The rent bit may unfortunately be a
dealbreaker.
THE SMITH
Right, kinda forgot about that.
Sorry, man.
HOMELESS MAN
Is what it is.
THE SMITH
You're more than welcome to join
the next hurricane party though.
Free of charge, bring your own
booze and drugs, you know the deal.
As the homeless man nods in agreement, Sandy takes The Smith
by the arm.
SANDY
We should really keep looking.
As they walk off, Seba and The Smith give a friendly wave.
SEBA
Nice meeting you!
As they turn a corner, The Smith speaks up.
THE SMITH
So, where to now?
SANDY
Maybe keep an eye out for
squabbling lovers?
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SEBA
Could work.
The Smith spots a pile of boards on the ground and points
them out to Sandy.
THE SMITH
Maybe you could go reinforce the
wall a little while Seba and I look
around?
Sandy grabs the boards and walks off.
SANDY
On it.

Once Sandy is out of earshot, The Smith turns to Seba.

THE SMITH
One Eyed Mick's?
SEBA
Sounds good.

INT. THE HOUSE - DAY

The sheet is now half undone as Sandy struggles to hammer the
clumsily laid out boards onto the wall. She steps back for a
moment, takes a sip of her whiskey, then makes a frame with
her hands. She then steps forward and hammers the sheet back
into place.

EXT. ONE EYED MICK'S - DAY

As dusk begins to approach, the three girls enter a dingy
dive bar. We then pan to a shop advertising witchcraft
related goods and services, followed by yet another pawn shop
from which Marlo bursts out of in a huff, still struggling
with her suitcases.
MARLO
I'm taking my patronage elsewhere!
You provincial louts wouldn't know
a luxury good if it slapped you in
the face. Why, I have half a mind
to try that next time.
Marlo composes herself, then marches down the road with her
bags in tow. As she walks by One Eyed Mick's, someone throws
up just outside the door. She holds in a gag, then rolls her
eyes and continues onward.
 11.

A classier cocktail bar further down the road catches her

eye, and she stops for a moment to rifle through the cards in
her wallet.
MARLO (CONT'D)
I'm sure at least one of these
still work.
She approaches the front door of the cocktail bar, only for
the host to stop her. He looks down at Marlo's muddy shoes
before speaking.
HOST
I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm afraid we
wont be able to accommodate you
with all your luggage.
MARLO
Couldn't I sit outside and take a
look at the menu, at least?
HOST
Not much room there either. Why
don't I call you a car to your
hotel?
Marlo looks around for a moment, spotting a mugging occurring
in the distance.
MARLO
My hotel, of course. I'll see you
once I've checked in, then.
Marlo sets off once again, suitcases in tow.

INT. ONE EYED MICK'S - NIGHT

Seba and The Smith sit at a table and drink together while
mingling with the other patrons of the establishment,
seemingly unconcerned with seeking out a new roommate.
SEBA
So, you knew about Rusty?
THE SMITH
Yeah.
SEBA
Wasn't the first time?
THE SMITH
Eh. Never bothered me. Was always
nice to us.
 12.

As Seba sips her red wine, she scans the room.

SEBA
Anyone here seem newly transient to
you?
THE SMITH
Kinda forgot about that for a
second.
Sandy then plops down next to them, drink in hand.
SEBA
How did you know we'd be here?
SANDY
I didn't. Any luck with the
roommates?
SEBA
Not yet.
SANDY
Don't worry. I'll use my acting
skills to take care of it.
THE SMITH
She better not get us kicked out.
She heads over to a couple drinking together, already in
tears.
SANDY
Mark! How could you? This is what
you call a job interview? I should
have known the second you started
spending all that time talking to
your quote-unquote "cousin" on the
phone. Who asks their cousin what
they're wearing?
The two stare at Sandy in confusion.
NOT MARK
Wh-who are you? My name isn't Mark.
SANDY
You tellin' me I don't even know
your real name? And pretending not
to know me, real classy...
Sandy stumbles back, and the date looks to him in confusion.
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NOT MARK'S DATE

I'm sorry, this is just too weird.
I'll, er, I'll... text you?
NOT MARK
What? No, come on!
Mark and Sandy both chase after the girl.
Sandy stumbles towards the girl and nearly falls onto her as
she speaks.
SANDY
Look, don't let that dipshit
boyfriend of yours gaslight you
into sticking around. If you need a
place to stay, we just lost a
roommate and have rent due on
Tuesd-
NOT MARK'S DATE
What are you talking about? He's
not my boyfriend. This was our
first date.
Sandy's expression immediately drops and she walks off
without another word, making a beeline towards the bar where
Sandy and Seba are already ordering their next round.
Seba holds three whiskey glasses on each hand and sets them
down onto the bar. The bartender, RYAN (Late 30s, stocky,
kind eyes), pours Seba's wine and The Smith's rum & coke
while chatting with the girls.
THE SMITH
Always with the heavy hand, aren't
you, Ryan?
RYAN
You look like you could use it.
Sandy pokes her head in between Seba and The Smith as they
receive their drinks and moves fully towards the bar as the
other two step back.
SANDY
Could I get another Jack, neat? And
a new roommate?
RYAN
The drink, I could probably help
with.
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SEBA
Didn't you say something about
someone looking to move out of a
hostel soon?
RYAN
Nah, Danny moved in with that band
he joined up with. Not far from
y'all, actually. Just moved the
last of his stuff from the hostel
today.
SEBA
A hostel, you say...
RYAN
I do say. That's where he used to
live.
THE SMITH
I think I'm picking up what you're
putting down... shall we?
SANDY
I just got this drink.
SEBA
We don't have to leave right away-
Before Seba can finish, Sandy has already downed her drink.
Seba sighs and speeds up her own drinking.

EXT. HOSTEL - NIGHT

Marlo heads into a cozy hostel with her luggage in tow.

INT. HOSTEL - NIGHT Continuous

The receptionist idly flips through her phone as Marlo

approaches the desk.
RECEPTIONIST
Hey, here to check in?
MARLO
No prior reservations, but I wanted
to see if you'd be open to one of
those working for board type
arrangements. Do they still do
that?
 15.

RECEPTIONIST
That's actually what I'm doing
right now.
MARLO
Perfect! Do I need to fill out any
forms or can I just go right ahead.
RECEPTIONIST
Um... I'm pretty sure we're fully
booked right now. Haven't heard
anything about needing more staff
either.
Marlo leans forward, fully turning on the charm.
MARLO
Well, why don't I speak with your
supervisor and see if we can't
arrange something, maybe give her a
chance to see how diligent and
attentive I am?
RECEPTIONIST
You saying I'm not diligent and
attentive?
MARLO
Of course not! I'm sure it's been a
long day and you're not normally so
quick to make knee-jerk accusations
and project your insecurities onto
your guests, right?
The receptionist's eyes narrow.
RECEPTIONIST
Go on.
MARLO
You sure? I've been taking so much
care to refrain from mention of
your mediocre countenance. Not to
mention-
CUT TO:

EXT. HOSTEL - NIGHT

The door bursts open as the receptionist throws Marlo's
things out of the hostel. Marlo walks out solemnly.
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MARLO
Well, thank you for helping with
the bags, at least.
The receptionist slams the door behind her without saying
anything.
Just outside the gate, Sandy, Seba and The Smith approach.
Sandy seems less than enthusiastic.
SANDY
Now, how is someone staying at a
hostel going to help us with the
rent? Just the bridge all over...
As they spot Marlo, all three girls' faces light up.
MARLO
I do hope you haven't paid a
deposit yet. Deplorable service,
really! I'd take my business
elsewhere if I were you.
The girls approach Marlo.
SEBA
Would you describe yourself as
recently transient?
MARLO
Recently transient? Didn't we speak
earlier?
THE SMITH
Oh, yeah! How've you been?
MARLO
Been better. How about yourself?
SEBA
Need a place to stay?
MARLO
I wouldn't say I need anything, but
a place to stay would be nice.
SANDY
And you can afford it?
As they're speaking, The Smith finds an orange on the ground
and pockets it.
 17.

MARLO
Well, unfortunately I only have a
couple hundred or so to my name at
the moment due to recent
misfortune-
THE SMITH
A couple hundred? What are you, a
Rockefeller?
MARLO
No, but I did babysit John VI once
or twice.
SANDY
For real?
MARLO
That was a joke.
THE SMITH
Yeah, same here.
MARLO
I only ran into them once or twice
at family functions. Nothing crazy.
The girls look at each other, then back at Marlo with eager
excitement.
THE SMITH
How soon can you move in?
Marlo throws a few stray items which fell out of her duffel
bag back in before responding.
MARLO
Immediately would be nice.
SANDY
Let's go, then!
The four girls all begin walking out from the hostel.
SEBA
Need any help with the bags?
MARLO
I've made it this far carrying them
myself. A lot easier than paying a
sweat-soaked goliath to tell me how
to lift even heavier objects
repeatedly.
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SEBA
Alright, then. Just one more thing
I need to ask.
MARLO
What's that?
SEBA
Do you mind telling me the exact
date, time and location of your
birth?
THE SMITH
Can it not wait?
MARLO
No worries. It's the twenty seventh
of August, two thousand and-
SANDY
1998.
Marlo turns to Sandy abruptly, who is now holding Marlo's
wallet and inspecting her ID.
MARLO
How'd you get that?
SANDY
How'd you not see? I wasn't even
trying.
The Smith pulls out her phone in excitement.
THE SMITH
Oh, shit! You must be that clueless
rich tourist who's been dropping
designer shit all over the city
today!
MARLO
Excuse me?
THE SMITH
I'm just playing. I'm sure you take
good care of your stuff.
Marlo shrugs it off and quietly takes her wallet back.
MARLO
I suppose I should introduce myself
if we'll be living together. I'm
Marlo.
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SEBA
Of course! I'm Seba. The blonde is
Sandy, and that's The Smith.
MARLO
The Smith?
THE SMITH
Yeah, my family takes our surname
very seriously. Everyone's named
after a different type of Smith,
like my uncle Gun Smith, my cousin
Coin Smith...
Behind them, Seba scoops up a cat and catches up. The cat
doesn't seem to mind.
THE SMITH (CONT'D)
There's Copper Smith, Silver
Smith...

EXT. THE HOUSE - NIGHT

The girls approach the front door of their home while The
Smith continues rattling off names of family members.
THE SMITH
And of course my other twin
cousins, Black Smith and White
Smith. They're my uncle Tin's kids.
Seba unlocks the front door as The Smith continues speaking,
the cat still in her other arm.
THE SMITH (CONT'D)
Oh! I almost forgot to mention my
mother, Lock! Learning from her was
my first venture into smithing.
MARLO
What type of Smith was your father?
THE SMITH
My dad was a computer programmer
named Pete McCormick. They
drunkenly hooked up one night after
he fumbled the bag with her older
sister, Blade. That's Coin's mom,
of course.
The Smith pauses for a moment as Sandy walks in and Marlo
stops to move her things in one by one.
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THE SMITH (CONT'D)

I think that's just about everyone,
actually.
MARLO
And you're... The Smith?
THE SMITH
It's a lot of pressure, too! I
don't know why my parents decided I
need to be the ultimate Smith when
everyone else gets to stick with
one type.
As they continue speaking, Sandy makes a beeline to the bag
of bottles and pours herself a drink, and Seba sets the cat
onto the couch, then clears up the candles and black mirror
from earlier.
THE SMITH (CONT'D)
Part of why I'm considering
switching to my stage name, "Lil'
Saddy" full time so I can focus on
music and leave my smithing days
behind me.
Marlo is distracted for a moment by the state of the house,
and takes a few moments to respond.
MARLO
Maybe I should get a stage name as
well. Marlo Frances Minturn-
Harkness is a bit of a mouthful for
show business.
The mention of show business catches Sandy's attention and
she stumbles toward Marlo.
SANDY
You're an actress? What have you
been in?
MARLO
I dabble. Royal Shakespeare Company
was a fun summer gig but I'd prefer
something with more creative
control long-term.
SANDY
Huh, maybe we can work together on
something.
MARLO
I'd have to see a showreel first.
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Sandy is taken aback, but is distracted by The Smith setting

the orange down onto the table.
SANDY
Where did you get that? Actually,
don't answer.
THE SMITH
Okay.
The Smith sits down next to the cat while Marlo continues
standing awkwardly at the door. Sandy wanders off to refill
her drink, and Seba sits down next to The Smith and turns to
Marlo.
SEBA
What do you think so far?
Marlo nervously scans the sheet hammered to the wall as she
replies.
MARLO
It's... interesting.
THE SMITH
Sure is!
As The Smith speaks, the cat steps onto her, then crawls into
Seba's lap.
THE SMITH (CONT'D)
Huh, I was wondering where
Nyarlathotep was.
SEBA
He has his own business to attend
every now and then.
Marlo continues shifting for a moment before stepping
forward.
MARLO
So, which room will I be sleeping
in?
THE SMITH
Well, Seba and I share the actual
bedroom, and there's a little area
in the kitchen split off for Sandy,
so I suppose you'll take the attic
where Rusty used to stay.
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MARLO
Guess I'd better check it out,
then.
As Marlo drags her bags into the kitchen, The Smith attempts
to peel the orange, only for Nyarlathotep to swat it away.
In the kitchen, Sandy lounges on her bed while sipping
another drink and going through her phone. There's an Asian-
style divider left half open between her bed and the rest of
the kitchen.
SANDY
We just stocked up on groceries if
you're hungry.
Marlo sets her bags by the ladder to the attic before giving
a small nod and stepping towards the counter.
MARLO
Let's have a look.
Aside from several more cheap alcohol bottles, the grocery
bags contents compose mainly of packaged sweets, chips,
cereals, a pack of hot dogs, boxed mac & cheese, and several
other ready meals. Marlo recoils at the sight.
SANDY
You mind putting the hot dogs away
once you're done?
Sandy's speech is still somewhat slurred, but she seems
otherwise lucid.
MARLO
Do you... do you have anything
fresh? Some fruit, maybe?
SANDY
I knew I forgot something! There's
always the ground fruit, if you're
into that sort of thing.
MARLO
The what?
SANDY
Don't ask.
(Beat)
I get what you mean though.
Probably the only thing I miss
about my fuckass Bible-thumping
family is the fresh food.
 23.

MARLO
Maybe we'll get some tomorrow.
SANDY
Totally! Been too long since I
cooked something from scratch.
MARLO
Maybe I'll look around for some
nice vegan places as well.
Sandy's expression drops, and she shuts the divider all the
way.
SANDY
(curtly)
Good night!
Marlo shrugs off her reaction, and makes her way up the
ladder to take a look at her new room.
The attic is half finished, with a frameless unmade bed, a
mess of clothes, weird old dolls, and various crime
paraphernalia including a pistol and a beaten up looking
safe.
Marlo's eyes widen, and she nearly falls out into the kitchen
as she steps back in in shock. She pulls her phone out and
begins typing a text to her mother reading "I'll head back up
tomorrow. I'm sorry about everyth"
Before she can finish typing, The Smith calls out from
downstairs.
THE SMITH
Hope Rusty didn't leave too much of
a mess.
MARLO
Well...
SEBA
It's all good. We'll help you fix
it up. Want to join us for a smoke?
Marlo gives a shrug and begins climbing down before The Smith
interrupts her and points to the open window by the ladder.
THE SMITH
It's actually right there.
MARLO
Oh. Alright.
 24.

Marlo climbs out despite her apprehension.

As she steps out onto the slab of roof, on which the half-
full six pack and ashtray suggest the area was frequently
used, she is taken aback by the view of houses, nature, and
distant city light.
Seba and The Smith follow shortly after. Seba lights a joint
and offers it to Marlo.
MARLO (CONT'D)
Oh, no thanks. Weed makes me
hallucinate.
SEBA
Yeah. Me too.
MARLO
Great view, isn't it?
As Seba passes the joint to The Smith, Sandy pops out from
the window.
SANDY
It sure is.
MARLO
I thought you went to bed?
SANDY
Changed my mind.
SEBA
Well, it's a good thing you did.
Come sit.
Sandy sits down with the rest of the girls.
Marlo looks up at the view once again, then to each of the
girls, all laughing and sharing the joint while cracking into
the six pack. She pulls her phone out again to read the half-
written text, which she deletes, then turns off her phone
entirely before joining the conversation.