A dysfunctional family discusses their plans for spring break over dinner.
INT. TARRANT HOUSEHOLD- NIGHT
MOOSE is sitting at the dinner table across from his father MAXWELL. Maxwell glares at his young son as if staring at him could change him from an introverted failure, to a shining success of a young man. Moose keeps his head down, a blank stare plastered across his face. The dining room is dimmed, the main source of light coming from an assortment of candles set in the middle of the table. MAC walks in with two covered trays and sets them in front of the two boys. She takes her place in the middle of the table.
How was work today?
Maxwell grunts and lifts the tray off his dinner to reveal a steak. Moose finally lifts up his head and does the same, but he has a TV dinner. The family sits in silence. Mac opens her mouth a few times to speak but nothing comes out. Her husband and son are oblivious to her attempts at conversation. Finally she finds something to say.
So spring break is coming up soon you two!
The two boys look up from their dinner and stare at the woman for a few moments. They grunt in unison and continue to eat, shaking their head a bit.
I think that we should go on vacation this year! It would bring our family closer together
I miss Cierra
Maxwell’s head bolts upward to get a look at his son.
It’s Moose’s girlfriend. They’ve been going out for a year, honey.
Right. Girlfriend. That’s a good one.
Moose looks over at his mother. Mac shakes her head as if to tell him not to argue.
(Trying yet again)
I hear Hawaii is very nice this time of year.
Mac. We got married for a reason.
It’s so you don’t have to think about things. That’s man’s work.
Shh. There you go again.
The boys start eating again and Mac looks down at her spot in the table. She doesn’t have food for herself. Maxwell bolts up from his massacred steak and bangs his hands flat on the table.
I have a GREAT idea! We should go on holidays for Spring Break!
That’s a great ide-
Maxwell whips his head around and glares at his wife. She draws herself into her chair and looks into her lap. Then gets up and brushes off her apron saying:
I am going to go check on dessert.
Mac heads off to the kitchen. Moose tilts his head up to face his father.
So where are we going to go for Spring Break Dad?
Maxwell clears his throat without look at his son.
Maxwell looks up at his son for a moment and starts looking around the room avoiding the sight of him.
We’re going to go to Wisconsin.
Moose’s mouth gapes open as he stares at his father with disgust.
Wisconsin?! Last time we went there you pushed me in a patch of poison ivy! I had to stay in the hotel the entire week while you and Mummy hiked!
Maxwell starts laughing remembering the event.
Nope. That was in Kelowna. We’re going to ski in Wisconsin!
Mac walks back into the room, dessert in hand. She has a smile plastered on her face and places it on the table.
Hawaii is supposed to be very nice this time of year, darling.
Maxwell sighs and shakes his head.
Mac, do you remember our honeymoon? That’s why you’re not allowed to pick where we go!
But… you picked where we went for our honeymoon.
Let’s go to Saskatoon!
Maxwell slams his fist on the table. He stands up, thrusting his chair backwards resulting in it slamming into the cabinet behind him. The china tinkles a bit but now smashes ensue. He pours himself a scotch and downs it. He turns to look at his son. A high angle shot shows the innocent Moose blinking confused.
He controls himself, clenching his fist.
Moose… do you know where Saskatoon is?
Yeah! It’s in-
SILENCE! It’s in Saskatchewan.
NO ONE likes Saskatchewan. No one.
Maxwell walks around the table in circles feeling his beard as he contemplates the location most suitable for their family vacation. He gasps in and holds his finger up. You can just see the invisible light bulb appear above his head.
I have it! We’re going to Hawaii. Pack your bags Mac. We leave in ten minutes
Mac brightens up and runs up the stairs. Moose jumps up from the table and follows after her. Maxwell grabs him by the collar and drags him back.
Where do you think you’re going?
Moose lifts up his hands in excitement.
Are you serious? Who do you think is going to watch over the house while we’re gone? Sit down!
Moose sits back down in his seat, Maxwell smacks him across the back of the head which results in his head landing in his TV dinner, complete with mashed potatoes. He doesn’t lift his head. The camera zooms out.