Warning: This work has been rated 18+ for language and mature content.
INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
RHYS and PIERRE lay in bed, post-sex. It’s getting dark outside, so only their silhuoettes are visible. RHYS, wearing nothing but a chest binder, lights a cigarette.
Beat of silence.
RHYS sits up, getting dressed silently. He puts a baggie of white powder into his jean pocket before putting his hood up and leaving.
EXT. DOWNTOWN - CONTINUOUS
RHYS walks down the street as he smokes, visible only by passing street lights. He looks like shit. He is pale, skinny, with an angular jaw and a boy-ish haircut. He still doesn’t pass that well, and you can tell he’s strung out. He stumbles, still a bit drunk.
A truck revs its engine behind him, causing him to turn around. LIP leans out of the driver’s window.
What the hell are you doing walking in this part of town at this time of night?
RHYS shrugs, turns around, keeps walking. LIP honks the horn.
Get in the truck, dumbass.
RHYS sighs, takes a long drag off his cigarette, then obeys, climbing into the passenger seat of the truck. LIP starts driving again.
Beat of silence. It’s tense.
I’m not stupid, Rhys. I know you were here scoring.
(glancing at him)
Didn’t you just get out of rehab?
So? Mom paid for it.
LIP stares at the road with a sigh, saying nothing more. RHYS lights a fresh cigarette and stares out of the window. The rest of the ride is silent.
INT. WOODSPRING APTS. - CONTINUOUS
RHYS and LIP approach the elevator. RHYS is leaning heavily against LIP, stumbling as they get into the elevator.
Don’t get sloppy on me, now.
RHYS only nods, leaning his head on LIP’s shoulder as the elevator ascends. He looks content, eyes closed. They reach the fourth floor.
LIP helps RHYS towards 404.
INT. APT 404 - CONTINUOUS
ETHAN HARTMAN sits on the couch, watching T.V. He looks up as LIP enters, supporting RHYS, who is now so drunk he can barely walk. ETHAN immediately gets to his feet, helping to get RHYS to the loveseat.
Where was he?
Walking on north MLK.
He’s quiet for a moment, watching his little brother snore.
Thanks for bringing him home.
Not a problem.
LIP leaves without saying anything else. ETHAN sighs, sets out a glass of water and some Tylenol on the coffee table, then retreats to his room.
INT. APT 404 - DAY
RHYS wakes with a start, gazing around blearily. He sits up, taking the Tylenol and water. The apartment feels distinctly empty as he gets to his feet. He goes to his bedroom.
INT. RHYS’ BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
RHYS’ bedroom is a wreck. Empty cigarette packs, used condoms, dirty clothes, and used needles cover the floor and RHYS’ desk, holding a vintage record player, is littered with papers. RHYS picks his way towards it, extracting the bag of powder from his pocket as he does so.
He sits in the desk chair, pouring a bit of cocaine onto the glass plate on the desk in front of him. He cuts a line and snorts it. He does another line, then scoops the rest of the cocaine back into the baggie, setting it on the desk. He leans back in the chair.
After several moments of staring at the ceiling, he leaves.
Shot of the empty room.
INT. TWO WOLVES DINER - LATER
ETHAN stands behind the counter, cooking food and looking a bit frantic. The door opens and RHYS walks in, sauntering up to the counter and taking a seat. He waits for ETHAN to notice him.
ETHAN, after about a minute, finally looks at him.
It’s four in the afternoon, Rhys.
RHYS shrugs, playing with his fingers. ETHAN runs the food to his table, returning after just a moment. He studies RHYS for several moments.
(under his breath)
You’re high as a fucking kite, aren’t you?
RHYS remains silent in answer. ETHAN sighs.
Whatever. You hungry?
RHYS shakes his head. ETHAN sighs again, getting more annoyed.
When was the last time you ate?
(thinks for a moment, shrugs)
ETHAN shakes his head and begins making food for RHYS.
RHYS looks around. Graffiti is etched into the counter’s chipped surface, and the diner is full of people - a hispanic family, a couple in a booth in the corner, a couple of truckers down the counter from him.
ETHAN eventually speaks.
What happened last night, Rhys? You just got back from rehab. This time was supposed to be different.
Nothing happened. I was just bored. Pierre called me, and I was bored, and it just...happened.
(grinding his teeth a bit)
You talk about him like he’s your boyfriend, Rhys. That guy’s like fifty years old. He shouldn’t be sleeping with a sixteen year old.
I’m not a child. I can sleep with whoever I want to.
(a bit loudly)
You shouldn’t be fucking anyone, Rhys!
The diner goes quiet. The customers, however, don’t seem fazed. This is normal for the Hartman brothers.
RHYS gets up and goes behind the counter, fixing himself a cup of coffee. He returns to his seat, and when ETHAN isn’t looking, pulls a bottle of Jack Daniels from his inner jacket pocket. Under the counter, he adds a healthy amount of it to his coffee before returning the bottle to its place and the coffee mug to the counter surface.
I saw that.
RHYS rubs the heels of his palms over his eyes. He is bordering on manic; fidgeting, unable to concentrate. He takes a long drink of his coffee in hope that the liquor will stave off the unwanted effects of the cocaine.
ETHAN sets a plate full of eggs, toast, hashbrowns and sausage in front of RHYS. RHYS stares at it, pushing the food around with his fork. ETHAN watches him.
You put everything in your body but food. Eat.
RHYS sighs but forces himself to take a bite.
Now, you’re going to tell me why you went out and used last night when you just got back from rehab two days ago and you promised me you were going to go to meetings and give being clean an actual try.
RHYS busies himself with eating, suddenly very interested in his food. He looks away.
(after a moment)
Did that motherfucker text you?
RHYS glances at him, then away again, visibly tensing.
You know who I’m talking about.
RHYS shakes his head quickly, even as ETHAN gets visibly angry.
I told her -
It’s not a big deal -
She’s not supposed to contact you!
Just because you hate her doesn’t mean I have to!
(taking several deep breaths, gritting his teeth)
What did she say?
(looking at his plate again)
She wants to come visit this weekend.
(throwing a frying pan into the sink with force)
(sighing loudly in exasperation)
That’s totally unfair and you know it.
(refusing to look at him)
No. Absolutely not. She is not welcome in this fucking town, let alone anywhere near us.
RHYS pushes his plate away angrily and gets to his feet, storming out of the diner. ETHAN begins to wash the dishes, scowling angrily. The truckers give him sympathetic smiles. The door opens, and ETHAN disappears to go greet his new table.