FADE IN:
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
Pencil and calculator in hands, PAMELA (mid 40s with tired
eyes and messy hair) sits scribbling away at the table in the
center of the small kitchen. A clutter of paper and torn
envelopes covers it. FOOTSTEPS approach.
PAMELA
(without looking up)
Grab a calculator Jack. How much
did it go for?
JACK (late teens, gangly) bounds around the table and hugs
Pamela from behind.
PAMELA (CONT'D)
That good, huh?
JACK
Better than good, mother, I scored
the deal of a lifetime!
PAMELA
Well...?
JACK
Well at first I couldn't even get a
single person to even look at it.
After all, it is a twelve year old
car.
Jack strolls over to the refrigerator, hand on its door, his
eyes searches its sparse contents, finally settling on a
bottle of water. He grabs the water and slams the door shut.
JACK (CONT'D)
But then a guy, some weird looking
guy, but then who cares right?
(guffaws)
Offered me a beampod for the car! A
beampod, Ma!
PAMELA
(confused, smile fading)
A what?
Jack reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gleaming
metallic ball the size of a marble. He stretches his arm out
with the ball at the center of his palm. A mask of
realization washes over Pamela's face.
JACK
It's amazing! It is a time
transporter--
PAMELA
(interrupting,
hysterically)
What did you do with the car
Jackson?
Jack blinks in stunned silence at his mother.
JACK
It... it... will help--
PAMELA
You gave away our single source of
money for a- a- ?
Shaking, Pamela grips the edge of the table and takes a deep
breath.
PAMELA (CONT'D)
What will happen to these?
She nods towards the table's contents.
JACK
(ignoring the table)
You've got to trust me mom. This is
a good thing!
Pamela pushes her chair back, leans forward over the table,
palms supporting her body. She looks Jack squarely in the
eyes.
PAMELA
Trust, Jack?
JACK
Mom, seriously, the previous owner
is from another time...
(pensive, almost
whispering)
He must have been!
(louder, self-assured)
Mom look at it! Have you everJack holds out his hand for an inspection. Pamela sighs and
pushes past him, smacking the object out of his hand against
the wall.
2.
PAMELA
I'm going to bed.
Jack stares at his mother's back as she leaves the room. The
beampod still on the floor against the wall behind him starts
to crack, exposing bits of lightbeams.
FADE OUT.
