The Squatter

Chris: Maybe you should go get some then. 111INT. WHIRLPOOL - EVENING The girls are sitting opposite each other in the whirlpool.

Girl: I don't know if you want to hear this, but I have this theory about you.

Chris: You're right, I don't want to hear it.

Girl: Sorry, I'm gonna tell you anyway. My theory, drum roll, is that you don't even live here. I mean you live here, but you're not supposed to live here.

(suddenly very cagey)

Chris: Why would you think that?

Girl: Because, first of all, you never answer the fucking phone. Second, you don't look anything like the people in the photographs in the living room. You don't have any money or a car, and finally -- I had one of my mother's friends who works at the high school check for me and they have no record of you, or at least someone with your name.

Chris: You don't even know my name.

Girl: Yes I do. I looked at your journal when you were sleeping.

(firmly)

Chris: You shouldn't have done that.

Girl: Sorry. Don't worry, I didn't read any of it, I just looked at the front page where your name is. 64.

Chris: You still shouldn't have done that.

Girl: I know but I did. I said I'm sorry.

Chris: ...I went to private school.

Girl: Really? Which one?

Chris: The one with the soccer field up the street.

Girl: What's the name of it? Chris knows she's been caught.

(angry)

Chris: It's called the Fuck You School. Chris abruptly gets up and exits the whirlpool. 112INT. BED - EVENING Chris is laying in bed fully clothed, staring up at the ceiling and smoking a cigarette. The Girl gets onto the bed behind her, also now dressed. Chris rolls over away from her, pissed.

Girl: Angry?

(pouting)

Chris: No.

Girl: Don't worry about me -- I'm not gonna tell anyone. If you think about it, at this point I'm in just as much trouble as you are so I can't. Actually, I think it's kind of cool. Chris doesn't say anything.

Girl: You gonna talk to me or you gonna be a douchebag? Chris continues to ignore her.