Bit 1 Broken Pieces 

INT. DINER - NIGHT

The furnishings are classically fifties, chrome, mint green and dusty pink. A jukebox plays lightly in the background.

JAMES BLAKEMORE, 25, sits in a booth, fiddling nervously with the salt shaker. He’s pleasantly average looking. Opposite him sits his twin sister, ALICE BLAKEMORE, 25. The edges of her short hair perfectly frame her face.

The OPEN sign outside the diner window hangs over Alice’s head, making her complexion blink from red to blue and back again. The neon hums and crackles. Alice’s manicured nails tap the linoleum tabletop.


ALICE

I was thinking I’d stay a little longer this summer. Do some things around the house for mom. What with dad leaving and all.

JAMES

She’d like that.

ALICE

I can’t believe I didn’t see it.

JAMES

I saw it.

ALICE

How?

JAMES

Alice, when we were nine, I saw him mid-fuck with his secretary.

ALICE

Why didn’t you tell?

JAMES

Dad said it would kill mom if she found out. I didn't want to kill mom. 

James accidentally knocks over the salt shaker. He takes a pinch of spilled salt and throws it over his shoulder. A waitress arrives with the plates.

For Alice, eggs sunny side up with toast. For James, eggs scrambles with extra bacon on the side.

ALICE

Salt, please.

JAMES

Sorry.

James hands Alice the salt shaker he’s been toying with. James then takes his strips of bacon in his hands and breaks them into bits. He sprinkles them over his scrambled eggs.

ALICE

You know they already have bacon bits. You don’t have to dirty up your hands like that.

JAMES

Do you know what bacon bits are?

James licks the bacon grease off his fingers and wipes them off with a napkin.

JAMES (CONT’D)

They’re little soy turds, Alice. Little turds of lies.

ALICE

Whatever, nasty.

James smiles as Alice shakes her head.

LATER THAT NIGHT -

Their plates are near empty. A sudden thunderclap makes the twins jump in their seats. Rain begins to beat down on the window.

ALICE

Great, I left my umbrella in the car.

James places a wad of cash on the table.

EXT. DINER PARKING LOT - NIGHT

James and Alice stand under a little ledge by the diner’s entrance. James offers his hand to Alice. She takes it as they make a run for it. Alice screams as the water washes over them. Thunder roars over their heads.

INT. JAMES’ CAR - NIGHT

They quickly shut the doors as they jump in. They have trouble catching their breath through their laughter. As they quiet down, James notices Alice shivering. He reaches into the back seat to pull out a hoodie. He hands it to Alice

ALICE

Thanks.

His hoodie is comically oversized on her.

ALICE (CONT’D)

Hey, you wanna go to this house party? A bunch of our old high school friends will be there.

JAMES

You mean a bunch of your high school friends. I didn’t have high school friends.

ALICE

Can you at least drop me off?

JAMES

Ugh, fine. But that's it. 

INT. HOUSE PARTY - NIGHT

The living room is filled with people dancing. Solo cups rest on blaring loudspeakers, jumping and bouncing. A couple makes out on the couch and in the corner, next to said couch, stands a reluctant James with a beer in his hand.

Three empty beer bottles stand on a table beside him. James downs the forth and begins to attempt a walk back to the kitchen. His drunkenness becomes apparent as he runs into the couch with the couple making out.

JAMES

Sorry...

The couple doesn’t seem to notice. James swims through a sea of people to reach the kitchen. He opens the fridge and grabs another beer. As he closes the door he sees Alice looking rather cross.

ALICE

How many have you had?

JAMES

Four? Six?

ALICE

Keys.

James goes into his pocket and hands her his car keys.

ALICE (CONT’D)

I wish twin telepathy was real so I could understand what goes on in that ridiculous head of yours.

JAMES

Twin telepathy is totally real. We don’t have it because we’re fraternal. If only we’d shared the same placenta.

ALICE

Please don’t say placenta.

Alice shivers as she brushes a speck of lint from her otherwise pristine skirt.

ALICE (CONT’D)

Your moping around is really disappointing.

JAMES

Oh, and you’re so fucking perfect.

ALICE

Drunk you has a problem with filtering negative emotions and I can’t deal with him right now.

James groans and covers his face in his hands.

JAMES

You’re right. 

Alice spots a group of her friends over James shoulder. They wave her over.

ALICE

Try to cheer up, please.

James turns and notices ANGELINE standing amongst Alice’s friends. Angeline is difficult to miss, there’s a certain radiance about her. James stares at Angeline longingly.

The sour miasma of spilled beer soaking into the old carpet mixed with a case of the butterflies, snaps a nauseated James out of his gawking. He runs off with his hand over his mouth.

INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT

The tiles on the wall are an unattractive green. The floor crunches as it sticks to James’ shoes. He kneels down and looks at his reflection in the toilet water, tinted a chemical blue from the freshener hanging from the bowl.

JAMES

Wow, James. You’re a real winner.

ANGELINE (O.S.)

Kneeling to the old porcelain god, eh?

James raises his head up and stares, a deer in headlights. The noise of the party is suddenly cut by Angeline shutting the door behind her. She takes a swig of her bottle and rests it on the bathroom sink.

ANGELINE (CONT’D)

Alice’s little brother, right?

JAMES

I'm two minutes younger.

ANGELINE

Alice was worried you’d passed out in a pool of your own vomit.

Angeline extends her hand to help James stand up.

JAMES

I’m fine, I didn’t even throw up. Guess I'm just dizzy.

James takes Angeline’s hand and stands.

JAMES (CONT’D)

You know, I had the worst crush on you in school. Oh, Shit, sorry. I’m told drunk me has a filtering problem.

James’ embarrassed expression is slowly relieved by Angeline’s laughter.

ANGELINE

To think I had sleep overs at your house when we were kids.

JAMES

I know.

James is visibly blushing. Angeline smiles mischievously.

ANGELINE

Did you ever sneak a peek at us?

JAMES

No... I only saw something once.

ANGELINE

You have to tell me.

JAMES

You don’t want to hear this one.

ANGELINE

I won’t tell Alice. Promise.

James closes his eyes and takes a strength gathering breath.

JAMES

It was three a.m. Everything was quiet. I figured the coast was clear so I tip-toed to the kitchen.

BEGIN FLASHBACK

INT. BLAKEMORE RESIDENCE - NIGHT

A 13 year old James reaches for a bowl and a box of cereal. He’s about to open the fridge when he hears whispers. He peeks his head out of the kitchen to see pre-teen Alice and Angeline on the couch in the living room.

ANGELINE

Want to know what it’s like or not?

ALICE

What if we get in trouble?

ANGELINE

Why would we get in trouble? God, you’re so uptight.

Angeline moves her hand up Alice’s thigh and plants a kiss on Alice’s lips. James looks on with wide eyes, his mouth agape.

JAMES (V.O.)

I suddenly lost my interest in Fruit Loops.

END FLASHBACK

INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT

Angeline tries to hide her laughter under her hand.

ANGELINE

Did you have special dreams about it after? Oh, God! Did those dreams ever include your sister?

JAMES

Shut up.

ANGELINE

They did, didn’t they?

Angeline jumps up and down, giggling excitedly. She tries to stop at the sight of a painfully embarrassed James.

ANGELINE (CONT’D)

I’m so sorry.

JAMES

It was really confusing. I felt guilty and jealous all at once.

ANGELINE

Don’t worry, you don’t strike me as an incestual perv type. I’m not picking up any Norman Bates vibes.

JAMES

Well, that’s reassuring.

Angeline closed the distance between them. James took a step back and found himself up against the bathroom wall.

ANGELINE

You say you felt jealous. Was it because I kissed Alice instead of you?

What if we even the score?

Angeline went in for a kiss, it was anything but timid. She had James pinned up to the wall. James put his hands up where she could see them as if she might put him under arrest.

She lightly brushed her lipstick off James’ lip with her fingers as she finished.

ANGELINE (CONT’D)

There, now it’s fair.

JAMES

It’s not fair. You’re drunk.

ANGELINE

So are you, so it’s fair.

JAMES

I don’t think that’s how it works.

ANGELINE

You’re so shy, it’s adorable. Come on...

Angeline grabs James by the shirt with one hand and reaches for her bottle with the other.

ANGELINE (CONT’D)

You need cheering up and there’s a perfectly vacant room upstairs...

JAMES

Are you offering me a pity fuck?

ANGELINE

It’s one of the only things I’m good at.

JAMES

Who told you that?

Angeline stops just short of the door, her back turned to James. Her eyes grow despondent.

JAMES (CONT’D)

Sorry, it’s just... whoever told you that doesn’t sound very nice.

Angeline takes a deep breath and turns back around to face James. She looks offended and irritated.

ANGELINE

My offer won’t last long so figure it out before I change my mind.

Angeline walks out in a huff. James turns and defeatedly bumps his forehead against the wall.

JAMES

Shit.

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

BELLA BLAKEMORE, 45, stands in the kitchen with her back turned. She’s facing a sink filled with soap bubbles.

BELLA

What time do you call this?

JAMES

I should ask you the same, mom. Who does dishes at four in the morning?

Bella turns around and places her hands on her waist; soapy yellow plastic gloves and all.

BELLA

I’m in no mood for your attitude.

JAMES

Yes, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am.

James walks down the hall as if he’s been sent to time-out but the sudden sound of breaking glass has him running back to the kitchen.

Bella stands motionless, staring into the soapy water in the sink. Jagged edges of broken china poke through the suds. Bella keeps her back turned to James.

BELLA

Those were a wedding present.

JAMES

Mom?

James takes a cautious step forward.

BELLA

Twenty-five fucking years.

Bella bursts into tears. James runs over to her and scoops her up in a hug. Bella sinks into her son’s arms, looking fragile.

JAMES

We’ll buy new plates first thing tomorrow. Plus some new silverware.

James sways back and forth as he pacifies his crying mother.

JAMES (CONT’D)

I saw some titanium stainless steel spoons. Same steel they use to build the International Space Station. Astronaut spoons.

BELLA

Sounds nice.

Bella chuckles and wipes her tears.

BELLA (CONT’D)

They were shit plates anyway.

JAMES

That’s the spirit. They were shit plates anyway. Who needs ‘em? Goodbye and good riddance.

James takes off his mom’s plastic gloves.

JAMES (CONT’D)

Go to bed, I’ll clean this up.

BELLA

You’ll cut yourself.

JAMES

I’m a grown man. I can do my own damn dishes.

Bella reaches up and cups her son’s face in her hands.

BELLA

You’re a good boy, James.

Bella puckers her lips and James instinctively leans down so she can plants a big kiss on his forehead.

BELLA (CONT’D)

I love you, baby.

JAMES

Love you too.

Bella shuffles down the hall. James puts on the plastic gloves and carefully picks up a slice of splintered porcelain from the sink.

ALICE (O.S.)

Hey...

James turns to see Alice walking in looking a bit nervous.

ALICE (CONT’D)

Is mom ok?

JAMES

She just dropped some dishes.

Alice smiles.

ALICE

You’re good at that, you know.

JAMES

Good at what, dishes?

ALICE

Astronaut spoons.

Alice leans up against the counter by the sink.

ALICE (CONT’D)

I never know how to deal with people the way you do. If mom had cried on me I would have frozen up.

James shook his head without looking away from the dishes.

JAMES

Absorbing everyone’s problems sounds like a real shit thing to be good at.

ALICE

I came home thinking I could help mom but I can’t. I wish I could be more like you.

JAMES

Don’t be ridiculous. Nobody wants to be like me.

James stands silent for a moment, staring at the sink.

JAMES (CONT’D)

Grab a trash bag. I need to fish out these broken pieces.

Cover

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