“Five years to “fuck you” money” is a great idea, and a reasonable concept. It is something that’s attainable, especially if you’re a rap fan and utilize it for motivation, but it’s not as simply as illegally dealing or thinking about it incessantly, you have to have a plan and that plan has to be backed up by numbers. Yes, along the way you might end up changing your path, but that’s irrelevant. Nothing is set in stone and a smart person changes their mind, but have a rough trajectory.

ELIZABETH: I can’t believe I told him, what do I do now? What have I done?
CAROLINE (PHONE): Liz, calm down! He’s probably off somewhere thinking. He’ll be back soon. Don’t worry, okay?

ELIZABETH: He walked out without saying a word. He wouldn’t even look at me. What have I done? [beat] What. Have. I. Done?
CAROLINE: Look, I’ll come over. You’re drunk, you’re overreacting. He’ll be back soon. I’ll sit with you for a while.

ELIZABETH: Caroline, I don’t want to lose him. I need him. I don’t want this to be over. I love him… He’s all that I have.
CAROLINE: Calm down, he’ll be home soon. I’m heading over.

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INT. STEVE’S BEDROOM
Steve lies soundly asleep in his bed.
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INT. RICHARD & ELIZABETH’S LIVING ROOM – 7:02AM
Caroline lies on the settee, passed out. Elizabeth, semi-conscious, drags herself out of the room towards the sound of the booming alarm clock radio from upstairs.
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INT. COFFEE SHOP
Richard sits alone in a greasy spoon coffee shop. Cheap furniture and a semi visible kitchen along with a stained counter surround him. The coffee shop is sparsely occupied.
He strokes his untouched and now lukewarm mug of black coffee.
RICHARD (V.O.): Can’t do it. I can’t deal with this. Why should I?
Richard stares at the coffee, then looks around the room. His face shows no emotion. He quickly downs the coffee and abruptly leaves.
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INT. STEVE’S LIVING ROOM
Steve sits in his armchair, shirtless, watching the TV with his cereal. A news piece ends.
STEVE: [after finishing chewing on a mouthful] Told ya Joe…
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INT. RICHARD & ELIZABETH’S LIVING ROOM
Elizabeth sits anxiously waiting upon the settee as Caroline rubs her back. Elizabeth is no longer crying, her face red and worn out.
CAROLINE: Liz, take it easy. Rich’ll be back soon and you can talk then.
Elizabeth stares at the doorway.
WIPE TO:
The front door rattles and opens. Richard emerges through. Noticing, Elizabeth leaps up and wraps her arms around him while he walks towards the stairs. He doesn’t return the embrace and keeps moving. Richard turns his head and notices Caroline, sighs, and continues up the stairs.
ELIZABETH: Richard! Richard! We need to talk!
CAROLINE: Give him time, be calm. I think it’d be best if I left though.
Elizabeth, bewildered looks at Caroline and nods before heading up the stairs.
INT. RICHARD & ELIZABETH’S BEDROOM
Richard sits on the bed, holding a phone to his ear. Elizabeth enters.
RICHARD: Okay, I’ll see you soon. [beat] Goodbye.
Richard hangs up the phone and begins getting changed into an old blue dress shirt and worn dark blue jeans. He continues avoiding eye contact with Elizabeth.
ELIZABETH: Richard?
RICHARD: What?
ELIZABETH: Can we talk?
RICHARD: What about?
ELIZABETH: Last night.
RICHARD: I think all that needed to be said was.
ELIZABETH: We need to discuss this.
RICHARD: What’s there to discuss?
ELIZABETH: Are you okay?
RICHARD: Of course I’m not.
ELIZABETH: Let’s talk dear…
RICHARD: I don’t think there’s a need to. You’ve done all you needed to, and I understand things finally.
ELIZABETH: What does that mean?
RICHARD: Don’t worry.
ELIZABETH: But I am worried, I love you!
Richard interrupts with a sarcastic laugh.
RICHARD: Oh yes, I forgot.
ELIZABETH: Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.
RICHARD: You didn’t mean to hurt me? Oh, that changes everything. Now I can feel relieved. [raising his voice] You only went and had sex with a stranger! You only betrayed my trust! [resorting back to normal tone] Or should I say I did? I mean, I don’t

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