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17.<br />
A MAN hangs up an old style TELEPHONE, which is jacked<br />
into the wall. He looks to a WOMAN, his wife.<br />
MAN<br />
Sure enough, same again.<br />
The Woman gives him a depressed look, sighs.<br />
The Man looks to Beth. His expression changes. Happy.<br />
The girl picks up a CIGARETTE from an ASH TRAY, draws back<br />
on it.<br />
MAN<br />
Would you like a drink? Juice?<br />
BETH<br />
Thanks. That’d be nice.<br />
TEENAGE GIRL<br />
Someone taught you manners<br />
at least. Sorry, it’s rehydrated<br />
crap. We can’t afford the real<br />
stuff.<br />
The Woman walks up to Beth. She SIGNS something. Takes<br />
hold of Beth by the shoulders, gives her a good<br />
examination with kind eyes. Then throws a hard expression<br />
towards her husband.<br />
Pointing to Beth’s ANORAK, the Woman encourages her to<br />
remove it, and puts it over the RECLINER.<br />
TEENAGE GIRL<br />
Deafness. Probably saved her from<br />
a life of ulcers.<br />
The Woman disappears into another room, comes back with a<br />
TOWEL, a BOWL of water, a cake of HOMEMADE SOAP.<br />
The Man returns with a GLASS of JUICE.<br />
DOORBELL CHIMES.<br />
MAN<br />
Sorry, can’t offer you a shower.<br />
The Teenage Girl disappears into another room.<br />
The Woman points furiously for Beth to follow her<br />
daughter.<br />
The Man goes to the door.
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