INT. THE MALONE HOME - EVENING Bobby Malone's room is pitch black. A glow in the dark FRANKENSTEIN FINGER PUPPET floats through the air. BOBBY (in monster voice) Raaagh! Frankenstein hungry! Pull arms off and eat like drumsticks! Suddenly, a glow in the dark WEREWOLF FINGER PUPPET floats into view. BECCA (in monster voice) I don't have arms! I am just a floating head! Raaagh! I am going to eat your brains! Bobby laughs. BOBBY (in monster voice) My brains are tough and chewy, like mom's turkey! They laugh. MONSTER NOISES are made as the Finger Puppets continue floating about the room. Bobby and Becca accidentally bump into each other causing LOUD GROWLS, that turn to LAUGHTER. BOBBY (in monster voice) Stop bunking into me! BECCA (in a silly voice) But I like it, I like it. BOBBY (in devil voice) Roar! You will shut your mouth and do as I say! I am the boss, not you! Becca is uncomfortable with his comment. BECCA Don't say that. BOBBY Why not? I'm a monster. Becca turns on the light. BOBBY Come on. I want to play more. Bobby, 11, has similar features to Rebecca. A fishing rod hangs on the wall. Below it, a shelf holds two wooden Fishermen figurines, complete with pipes in their mouths. Pages of travel magazines featuring the Caribbean, as well as pictures of blue coral, are taped to one of the walls. BECCA It's almost time for dinner. BOBBY I don't care. (in monster voice) I command you to play with me. They wrestle with each other, laughing with joy the entire time. Bobby bangs his head on the wall. BOBBY Owww! They stop playing. BECCA Are you alright? BOBBY Yeah. He holds the left side of his forehead. Becca hugs him and kisses his boo-boo. Then, out of nowhere... ... Margaret swoops into the room like a hawk. MARGARET What is going on in here? BOBBY Nothing. Margaret, sporting an apron and a dictator-like attitude, emphatically points a knife in their direction. MARGARET Stop it, this instant! She is gone as quickly as she came. BOBBY She's such a pain in the ass. BECCA Hey, don't talk that way. BOBBY I'm eleven. And it's the truth, she is a pain in the ass. Even dad says so. A bruise is already forming on Bobby's forehead. Becca takes a closer look. The bruise is unusually severe. BECCA We should ice that, sweetheart. INT. THE MALONE HOME - LATER Easter Sunday dinner. The family sits at the dining room table. ROBERT MALONE, 54, is a distinguished looking gentleman. He is tall, and slightly overweight. SILENCE and tension permeate. The sound of FORKS and KNIVES CLANKING WITH EXPENSIVE PLATES is almost deafening. MARGARET Be careful with those plates. An exceptional amount of food is on the table. A burned turkey sits in the center. Bobby's bruise is worse. Margaret sniffs the air. MARGARET I smell oil based paint. Robert is annoyed. MARGARET I thought I asked you not to use oil based paint anymore. ROBERT What I'm working on requires it. Water base dries too fast, it's no good. BOBBY Doesn't Bob Ross use oil base paint? ROBERT & BECCA That's right. Margaret is annoyed with their camaraderie. MARGARET Well it stinks. Robert says nothing. He directs his attention to Rebecca. ROBERT So, Becca, how's business? BECCA It's good. ROBERT How are people reacting to the accupuncturist? BECCA Really well. He's booked solid. ROBERT (to Margaret) Isn't that great? Disinterested, Margaret gives a glaringly phony affirmation. MARGARET Un-huh... I don't understand why people spend good money to have somebody rub them. BECCA Mom, if you would let me massage you, you would know why. MARGARET For you to give me a massage, would be incestuous. BECCA Are you crazy? Margaret DROPS her fork. MARGARET I refuse to talk about sex-related things in front of my son. BOBBY I know about sex. MARGARET Robert, please. He unconvincingly exhibits his "authority". ROBERT Listen to your mother. Becca is furious. MARGARET What's wrong? Eat. BECCA Why can't you just be happy that I'm happy?... Bobby looks angry with Margaret. BECCA This was a mistake. BOBBY No it wasn't. MARGARET I put you through some very good schools, and this is what you choose to do? How can I support you when you're ruining your life? BECCA You didn't pay for anything. Dad paid for school, and I don't see him complaining. BOBBY Leave her alone, mom. MARGARET Be quiet. BOBBY Mom-- MARGARET You will shut your mouth and do as I say. I am the boss, not you! Becca and Bobby exchange a knowing glance. Robert wants to lash out. Instead, he sheepishly states... ROBERT Can we please, just eat our meal in peace? BOBBY The turkey's burned. MARGARET Just eat it, people are starving. BOBBY Well let's feed it to them. MARGARET Go to your room! Bobby grudgingly leaves his sister's side. He has a slight limp. BECCA I'm concerned about the bruise on Bobby's head. MARGARET You should have thought about that before you were such an animal with him. BECCA It's unusual, he barely tapped his head. ROBERT Bobby's anemic. BECCA What? MARGARET We've already been to the doctor, don't worry about it. BECCA But-- MARGARET But nothing. BECCA Nobody even bothers to tell me?