4.
ACT ONE
EXT. WHITE HOUSE - NIGHT No president ever slept here. No millionaire ever visited. This is a three-bedroom RANCHER in a modest neighborhood. Weekend trips to Home Depot keep it looking tidy, but it'll never make the cover of "Architectural Digest." We're in Ontario, California -- the Inland Empire. LEGEND: "ONE MONTH EARLIER." INT. WHITE HOUSE - MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT Dark and silent. SKYLER WHITE, late 30s, sleeps peacefully. Beside her, her husband Walter is wide awake. Walt reaches over and presses a button on his Sharper Image alarm clock. It projects the time in glowing blue numbers on the cottage cheese ceiling: 5:02 AM. Walt lies motionless. Brain churning. He presses the button again, staring straight up. 5:02 turns to 5:03. Close enough. Walt rises without waking his wife. He exits. INT. WHITE HOUSE - SPARE BEDROOM - NIGHT We hear an o.s. SQUEAK-SQUEAK as we drift through this room. We pass an empty crib, Pampers, a baby monitor still in its box. There's going to be a new addition to the family. We come upon the source of the SQUEAKING. It's Walt balanced on a Lillian Vernon stair-stepper, just three easy payments of $29.95. Walt plods up and down in the darkness like he's marching to Bataan. INT. WHITE HOUSE - BATHROOM - NIGHT Walt sits down on the 7dge of the tub. We're watching his face in the bathroom Mlrror. He masturbates. Judging by his expression, he might as well be waiting in line at the DMV.
Walt double-takes, catching sight of himself. examines the sallow bagginess under his eyes. the loose skin under his chin.
Distracted, he He draws at
Staring at himself long and hard, Walt loses his erection. He gives up trying, pulls up his sweat pants.
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