Get Up, Come on Get Down with the Newness

(We see JAKE, the bully, still dancing spasmodically, urging BILL to join him)

JAKE: C’mon, man! We’re gonna party and we’re never gonna stop!

(Quick cut to JAKE, utterly trashed and snoring loudly, slumped in the backseat of BILL’s car. BILL is driving home as it’s beginning to rain. He flicks on his wipers with a sigh. Apparently, this is not a completely out of the ordinary occurence.)

BILL: (glancing at the sleeping P.E. teacher in the rearview mirror, his red and gray sweater barely visible under BILL’s overcoat.)

Dumbass.

(We see him pull up to his house as the rain really begins to come down. BILL heaves another heavy sigh and talks to the unconscious JAKE)

(sarcastically) Wait here.

(He enters, and almost immediately he is set upon by APRIL, his wife. She is very much what you think of in a career woman: thin, short brown hair, and dressed impeccably even though it is apparent she has been exerting herself quite a bit in the kitchen.)

APRIL: Bill! For the love of God, where have you been? I thought you’d gotten into an accident in the rain or something! Why didn’t you call?

BILL: (distractedly) It’s all right, it’s all right. Jake wanted to hit the bar. School was hell today.

(a beat. We can see APRIL very close to boiling over.)

APRIL: You went to the bar?

(BILL sits down at the kitchen table)

BILL: (still blandly) Yeah.

APRIL: With Jake?

BILL: Yeah.

APRIL: I don’t suppose you remember what day it is?

(BILL takes a look at the table, which is festooned with all of his favorite foods. It hits him smack in the face, but he doesn’t fly into a comical flurry of apologies, or really do anything. His shoulders slump, and he mumbles:)

BILL: I’m sorry.

APRIL: (composing herself) It’s okay. Let’s eat. I hope it didn’t dry out.

(they begin to serve things and eat in a horribly uncomfortable silence. APRILĀ  tries her best.)

You said school was bad today?

BILL: (still morose) Fight broke out. Cops were called.

APRIL: That sounds awful. Sometimes I feel terrible, you know, leaving you in that building while I go downtown. I hardly ever see anything like that at the law office, and I certainly don’t see the cops called in on a regular basis… more peas, dear?

(BILL has not been listening. He’s been absentmindedly singing “teenage dreams in a teenage circus” to himself on his side of the table)

BILL: Hrm?

APRIL: (getting a little frustrated) Would you like some more peas?

BILL: Nah.

APRIL: (taking the bowl back with a worried expression. We see her again swallow it and try again for conversation)
But I keep telling myself that you’re there because it’s what you want to do. Change the world, educate the minds, make something of yourself, leave your mark on the next generation… I never much got it… but then again you always were my adorable little academic…

(she tries to lean over the table and be sweet at this point. BILL’s staring at the wall)

Are you thinking about something, sweetheart?

BILL: Kinda.

APRIL: What is it?

BILL: (with a sigh) Have you ever looked at this (he gestures to the upper middle class suburban trappings around him) and it just doesn’t seem like… you’ve done anything?

(APRIL’s seen it coming. She takes the napkin out of her lap and slams it down on the table, unloading with both barrels.)

APRIL: Jesus Christ, Bill! It’s our anniversary! Can’t you let it go, just for one night? Can’t we have a night like we used to? Can’t we just rent a movie, make some popcorn, and sit together… remember that, Bill? Before you got “bored” of me? Before this whole life we’ve created suddenly “didn’t count?” Damn it, Bill, I’m trying to save this marriage, and you just keep pulling more and more into yourself…

(she notices he’s particularly interested in the fork he’s holding. She loses it, tossing a wine glass across the room until it smashes against the wall, finally jarring BILL into acknowledgement.)

What’s happened to you, BILL?! (tears in her eyes) What happened to the man I married? What have I done wrong to make you be like this? Why don’t we talk? Why don’t we share things? Why don’t we…love each other anymore?

BILL; (looks almost on the verge of tears himself, and looks about ready to let it spill, but relents at the last moment, shaking his head.)

You…you wouldn’t understand.

(APRIL really starts screaming and letting him have it now, but it all fades into “walla-walla,” pointless background noise as the camera does a close-up of BILL’s eyes once again as he blinks, once, and re-opens them. The song begins as he slowly looks up, and the scene is suddenly in black and white. APRIL is in an evening gown, looking like a beauty from the noir days. She begins, admonishing him.)

Is it really necessary
Every single day
Making me more ordinary
In every possible way

(she wraps both arms around herself for the next bit)

This ordinary mind is broken
You did it and you don’t even know
Leaving me with words unspoken
You better get back cause I’m ready for
More than this
Whatever it is
Baby, I hate days like this
Caught in a trap
I can’t look back
Baby I hate days like this

(she heads over to the window, looking up at the sky and trying to blame the weather for the situation, seeming to curse Zeus…or something. We get several shots of her looking out the glass: from inside, from outside, tight face shots, shots from BILL’s perspective, etc.)

When it rain, rain, rains
It rain, rain, rains
When it rain, rain, rains
It rain, rain, rains
When it rain, rain, rains
It rain, rain, rains
When it rain, rain, rains
It rain, rain, rains

(she turns back to BILL at the table, who is still sitting, shocked at the strange turn of events. She sings to him seriously, gravely, makeup running in rivulets as she is openly crying now.)
More than this…
Baby I hate days like

Trying to be ordinary
Was it me who was the fool?
Thought you found the man you wanted
until you turn him into something new

(Unfortunately, many woman will do this. Blame themselves, even when it is not their fault.)

Well even if our minds are broken
There’s something that I need you to know
It’s nothing like the life we wanted
You better move on
Cuz I’m ready for

(she’s across from the table now, hands on the surface, leaned over and begging him for a reaction.)

More than this
Whatever it is
Baby, I hate days like this
Caught in a trap
I can’t look back
Baby I hate days like this

(She gets no real reaction. He doesn’t rush to her, hold her, kiss her. She takes a chair and sends it crashing through the bay window she’d been looking through earlier.)

When it rain, rain, rains
It rain, rain, rains
When it rain, rain, rains
It rain, rain, rains
When it rain, rain, rains
It rain, rain, rains
When it rain, rain, rains
It rain, rain, rains
More than this…
Baby I hate days like this

(She lets the rain pour in ruining the gown, trying to cleanse herself. We see BILL blink, and suddenly we’re back to reality: in color, the window intact, but his wife still furious as he’s zoned out again. She storms upstairs, and finally BILL gives a clumsy chase. These lines are spoken as she hastily packs a suitcase.)

I’m not angry
Don’t know what to do
After all the years that I spent with you
I can’t blame you for the things you say
I was using you just to hide away

(BILL sings the first few lines of the chorus in falsetto to himself. He blinks, and we’re back in black and white.)

More than this
Whatever it is

(she rounds on him, spitting out the bilious words)
Baby, I hate days like this
(she returns to packing)
Caught in a trap
I can’t look back
Baby I hate days like this

(BILL can’t help but notice the rain hammering on the windowpane to his right. Behind him, APRIL finishes packing and rushes out. Too late, BILL gives another awkward chase back down the stairs.)

When it rain, rain, rains
It rain, rain, rains
When it rain, rain, rains
It rain, rain, rains
When it rain, rain, rains
It rain, rain, rains
When it rain, rain, rains
It rain, rain, rains

(She’s in the garage a full five seconds before he is, getting in her car with the suitcase. The camera takes a more “guerilla” route, following her roughly without caring so much for getting her singing face. Her body language says more than enough.)
When it rain, rain, rains
It rain, rain, rains
When it rain, rain, rains
It rain, rain, rains
When it rain, rain, rains
It rain, rain, rains
When it rain, rain, rains
It rain, rain, rains

(BILL’s watching her drive away through the sodden driveway into the stormy night, hearing the song die away slowly.)

More than this…
Baby I hate days like…

(he blinks again, and we’re back in color, although the black of night isn’t much for color. As if coming out of a trance, BILL stammers into the rainy night.)

BILL: April? …April?

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