Shoney's-Town Hall
A few tables have been aligned with perhaps too many chairs surrounding them. Patriotic table covering and bric-à-brac. JENN is standing on the table hanging bunting, JUDD is arranging placements and taking advantage of the situation. Jenn looks like a high-end prostitute for America! Judd wears his hockey jersey over a shirt and tie. They try to whistle Sousa's “Washington Post March” but it turns into “The Liberty Bell” and/or “Semper Fidelis”.
JUDD
You're right. “At least it isn't mono.”
JENN
And she's going to be such an asset.
Nobody can attack me on this.
I could drown puppies on live TV,
No one would dare go after a young mother.
JUDD
Unless they're stealing from the Government.
Jenn finishes decorating, Judd assists her down.
JENN
Exactly!
You know, Judd,
I sometimes think you're the only one that understands me,
and for that, I love you.
They kiss. They continue setting places.
JUDD
Does he love her?
JENN
Does Big EZ love Devon?
He'd better if they're going to get hitched.
JUDD
No shotgun right?
It's gotta look legit.
A Beat.
JUDD
Did I tell you about his mother?
JENN
(There will be a temptation, but don't get smug.)
No. What's there to tell?
They're trash. Our constituents, if you will.
We know all about their demo.
Judd arrests her activity and whispers in her ear for at least ten seconds. Her face goes from general pleasantness to disbelief to concern.
JENN
Is she using?
JUDD
No.
She justs makes it and sells it.
As far as I know.
JENN
Well.
(a flash of pensiveness)
She is an entrepreneur.
And I salute her.
(she does this)
JUDD
What if somebody finds out?
JENN
We'll find any way we can to protect my image.
...or change it.
They resume their work. Slow fade to black.
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