James Residence

Haley leans over the sink as her mother, Lydia, 36, wipes the blood from her face with a washcloth.
Girl's Voice: Oh my God, Haley. Eeew Haley's big sister, Brooke, 14, leans in the doorway, making a face.
She is a mirror of their mother, with shoulder length brunette hair and long painted nails.

Their father, Jimmy, 39, moves behind Brooke, holding a : How are you feeling, Haley-Bob?
Haley nods. He smiles.
Jimmy: Yeah, you're through.
Lydia: She needs to stop running around like a little boy.
Jimmy: She's alright.
Lydia: How is she alright looking the way she does?
Jimmy: Lydia, she'll be fine.
He gives Haley a wink, crosses away. Haley pulls the washcloth away from her Mom and starts wiping the blood herself.
Lydia: I'll get some ice.
She exits. Brooke shakes her head, follows.
Haley pulls the washcloth from her face and stares into the mirror.

Scott Residence

Nathan sits at the kitchen table, writing "I AM SORRY" in block letters across a homemade card. His face is tight with concentration as he tries to write in a straight line.
At the counter, his mom, Deb, moves a cake from its store box to a cake dish. She is 30, beautiful, with effort. She smooths the frosting with a spoon. Dan, 32, with the height and ego of an NBA ballplayer, enters. He laughs.
Dan: Honey, who you trying to fool?
Nathan looks up, smiles. He quickly grabs a piece of crumpled paper, and tosses it to Dan.
Nathan: Alley-oop, Dad.
Deb intercepts his pass.
Deb: Nathan...
She points him back to his card. Nathan scowls, starts writing again. Deb scoops some frosting on her finger,
holds it up.
Deb: We have new neighbors.
Dan wraps his lips around her finger, sucks the frosting off.
Dan:See, Nathan, this is how your mom got me, with the old fake and bake. She had me thinking I was getting a woman who could cook.
Deb laughs, pulls him down for a kiss. Nathan suddenly throws down his pencil in frustration.
Nathan: I can't do this shit.
Dan and Deb pull away, stare at Nathan in shock.
Dan: Boy, what'd I tell you about using that word?
Nathan(sighs):"Can't" should never be in a man's vocabulary.
Dan: Why not?
Nathan:Cause when you say can't, you ain't a man.
Dan: And are you a man?
Nathan: Yes, Sir.
Dan: That's right.
Deb: Dan.
Dan: What?
(then)
Dan: Oh, Yeah, and don't say "shit."
Deb just shakes her head.
Deb: We should head over.
Dan: Just you and Nathan, sweetie. I got go to a meeting.
Deb: With who?
Dan: Oh, just some business folks.
Deb: You just got back from a four game road trip.
Dan: Deb, don't start bitching. I got maybe two years left to play. I'm just trying to put some things together for us.
Dan grabs his keys.
Dan: Later, Nathan.
Nathan: Later, Dad.
Dan exits. Deb leans against the counter, concerned.
Nathan: Mom?
Deb: What?
Nathan: Do we still have to go?
Deb: Yeah.