INT. SOONER DAIRY LUNCH BURGER JOINT - MORNING
You see the game Saturday night,
Yeah. Ol’ boy from Tulsa made a
meal outta those Aggies.
Helluva deal. Heisman material if I
ever saw it.
You know who in the heck’s been
puttin’ two extra tater tots in the
Nope. How many of ‘em like that?
The whole God-dang box. Everyone
knows we serve eight tots a piece.
Yeah. Probably George.
Eh. George knows the rules pretty
Quitin’ the football team.
Oh, yeah. Appears so. I don’t like
it, but he says he ain’t
“motivated” no more.
You know, Jimmy, maybe he should
try church. This new one me and
Linda started goin’ to is good.
Naw, it ain’t that. It just don’t
seem like he’s got direction
sometimes. Worried about what kinda
trouble he might get into.
Got a good minister there.
Jimmy shakes his head to himself and continues with his work.
Jim, Jimmy’s son, known as JUNIOR (17) to his family,
finishes a joint underneath the bleachers at lunch with two friends. One of them hands Junior a bag of pot.
You’re the only one with a bag.
Come on, Junior.
Junior sighs, then takes the drugs.
Junior stuffs the drugs inside his locker.
Junior takes a test. An office aide walks in the room.
Junior walks to the principal’s office. Along the way, he sees cops with K-9’s roaming the halls. As Junior walks into the office, the PRINCIPAL turns around to face him just as Junior sees the bag of pot on his desk.
His jaw drops.
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