INT. MAXWELL KITCHEN - THE NEXT MORNING
Kyle is still wearing his clothes from the previous night.
He sits at the table with his head on his arms. Joanie
enters and gets an ice pack from the freezer.
You look like hell. Judging by the
way you look, I'd guess you don't
feel much better.
Your guess would be dead on.
Joanie hands him the ice pack and pours a glass of water.
She takes a box of bicarbinate of soda out of a cuboard,
and it mixes it in the water. she goves it to Kyle.
Here, drink this. I hope it helps.
I'm really sorry that I dragged
you into this.
I'm glad you told us. That awful
secret must have been eating you
up inside for the last two days.
I think I might have maimed him
permanently if I could have
gotten away with it.
David says that Jeff threw the
first punch, so he can't charge
you with anything, so what do you
think he'll do now?
It's hard to say. At least he
knows that he can't get away with
hurting either one of you. He's a
coward, he probably won't do
anything overtly. He'll most
likely just slither back under a
rock like the snake he is.
Emily enters and makes a pot of coffee. She sits at the
table to wait for it to perk.
You look like you've been run over
by a beer truck, Kyle.
Go away Em. I hate cheerful people
in the morning, particularly this
Emily checks the coffee pot and pours three mugs full. She
brings them to the table. The phone by the dining room door
rings and Emily answers it.
Hello? Oh, hi Stuart. Yeah, she's
right here. It's for you Jo Jo.
Joanie takes the receiver from Emily's outstretched hand.
Hi Stuart, David said that you
might call. Kyle? He's seen
better days, but I think he'll
Joanie streches the cord and takes the receiver around the
corner of the door jamb to speak privately.