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They stare hell at each other, then both turn away -- ignoring the noise and the stench that surrounds them. Margaret stares at CLAIRE DUTTON(38), her fierce eyes focused on Margaret ... CLAIRE Ought not let her talk to you like that. If she were my daughter ... MARGARET Think you can get her to listen? No sooner has Margaret spoken than the full force of Claire’s palm is slammed into Elsa’s cheek. CLAIRE Traipse off into harm’s way then back-talk your mother for saving you? ELSA I wasn’t in harm’s -- Another slap. This one harder. Margaret draws a breath to object when Elsa says -- ELSA (CONT’D) I’m sorry. Another slap. CLAIRE It didn’t worry me. Apologize to her. Elsa’s face whips to her mother. ELSA I’m sorry, Mama. Tell her to stop. Margaret stares, stunned at her daughter -- seems as intimidated by Claire’s actions as Elsa. Margaret steps in front of Elsa, facing Clair. MARGARET You proved your point. CLAIRE
You’ll hit a stranger, but not your own daughter -- when it’s exactly what she needs. Spare the rod, Margaret, and the freedom will ruin her. If it hasn’t already.
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