INT. SUNSET INN AGAIN HEMPHILL, TEXAS—DAY 1965

It’s a room upstairs—a loft.  The only enclosure the bathroom the rest open space.  A kitchen in one corner—a make-do sink and stove and a small refrigerator.  The wall looking out above the bar a partition of windows and a door walking out to a narrow balcony—the painted sign for the bar along its wooden balustrade.  The bed is in the middle—no bedrails—the mattress and box springs on the hardwood floor.  Benjy, seventeen now, is in bed with her—the white woman—her name Maddie short for Madeline.  The make-shift sheets wrapped around their bodies as they entwine looking up at the ceiling fan going above them.

MADDIE

Who wants to work?  It’s just a lie in keeping with our time.  The denial reciprocal with our enthusiasm.  Because it’s never done, and that’s why it takes charisma—to have others live vicariously through you—to want to be you and do your work.  And not your self-importance—God knows it’s not that—but that you listen to them.  You listen without giving advice and you’re willing to laugh at yourself…  It’s always been the hustle to being born…

BENJY

Does it get better being older?

Maddie rolls away from him and looks out the window.  Her hands up by her pillow.

MADDIE

Yes and no…  The first love is gone.  Hearing a song.  A book.  A movie.  There’s no need to share that anymore.  Instead you share what changes.  And that comes out in a smile or a frown…  But I know why you’re askin’…  You’re tryin’ to erase what’s been between my thighs.  Your daddy just tries to find it…

BENJY

I don’t know what’s true anymore.  I don’t know what’s true to you.

MADDIE

Does it make you cry or make you laugh?  The truth is a production.  It either takes a lot of money, or…

BENJY

Or what?

MADDIE

Art… pessimism or optimism aren’t indicators of intelligence.  There’s as much truth in shadows as there is in ideals.  Being on the right or the left is all in the perspective of who’s in the middle.  Freedom is taken either way…  It’s really a matter of what puts hate in your heart.  What puts love.  And being alive is always better than being dead…  What’s the slang now?  What do folks call it nowadays?  You and me?  Maybe it’s like that old saying that goes way back—the hair of the dog that bit me.  Like cures like… and you’re just like your father.

BENJY

Is that your advice?  That I should be like him?

MADDIE

I suppose so…  I guess I’m not charismatic.

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