Margot
I thank you all for coming. This means a lot to me. I only wish that you could have shown this much appreciation for me in my everyday life. And I hope that someday you will understand. The reason I brought you all here today, was that I wanted you to know that I am in no means blaming you. I am blaming myself. I also prefer to communicate in person, rather than in writing, or by phone. So I hope you appreciate this as a kind gesture, and in no means my desire to hurt you in any way. I mean, if anything, this is my way of showing you that I really do love you, even if you make me feel unappreciated most of the time, I do understand. Anyway, thank you all for everything, and I love you all.
margot (v.o)
Story of my life. I fail at everything. I've always been a bad student, I've always been picked last for sports teams, I've never made my parents proud about anything, or anyone proud about anything for that matter, and I've never even had a boyfriend. My life fuckin' sucks and I can't even manage to end it properly. God, I'm such a fuckin' loser...My name's Margot by the way.
Margot wakes up to the sound of construction workers drilling nearby. She is laying down and she looks around her, slightly confused and sighs. She slowly props herself up, picking the bits of leaves in her hair, and sits for a minute in her groggy state. She then stands up and walks towards the gun in the pile of leaves a couple of feet away from her, picks it up, and starts walking home.
Margot slowly opens the door, and starts walking towards her room. Her mom spots her and runs out of the kitchen and grasps her tightly in her arms.
Margot watches as her mom walks back into the kitchen. She is disgusted at the inhumane way in which her mom handled the situation. She continues her walk across the hallway,stops for a beat, and looks into the crack of her parent's room next door. Her father is smoking his cigar and looking out the window. She looks down, and continues her way into her room. She sets her bag down and flops herself onto her bed on her stomach, and swings her back onto the bed, her fingers interlaced, her stare stuck on the ceiling.She moves her eyes towards the window on her right, and shifts her body. She then notices a book on her bedside table. She grabs it, reads the back, chuckles, and opens it. It's a self-help book her sister had left her. Inside the front cover she reads: "Read it, you need it. Love, Your Sister". She chuckles again, and puts it back on her bedside table. She takes her cell phone out of her pocket, and presses on number 5 speed dial.
margot
Nah, I don't think I need it. Well sure I can get kind of depressed and annoyed easily but it's really my surroundings that make me that way it's not my fault.
margot (CONT'D)
Oh wait! I was wondering. Would it be possible to interview a clown after the performance?
gia
You know I used to be afraid of clowns! It was weird. I literally had a phobia of them, I couldn't get near one. I'm so glad that ended. It was a pretty stupid fear, clowns aren't even scary nor are they supposed to be so I really don't understand why I was so afraid of them really, it was the strangest thing-
fred
Sure go ahead, don't take longer than 15 minutes though, they'll be calling us in pretty soon..
Margot and Gia sit on a chair across from the clown, under a broad willow tree. The clown maintains the stretched smile. Gia stares at him with a terrified look on her face, examining every trait from the heavy bags under his eyes to his pronounced crow's feet indented in the corner of his eyes. She clenches her hands on the chair as if on the defensive in case he makes any sudden movements.
clown
No hun, the smile. See this goofy smile plastered on my face 24/7? That's the secret. Keep it up as long as you fuckin' can and people will think your the happiest fuck on campus!
Margot stares at him as if trying to decode what he's saying. She writes what he says in her notebook.
clown
Pretty much, it's hard to be really happy in this fucked up world. But like I said, people think you're happy so you start to believe it too.
MARGOT (CONT'D)
(on the phone)Hi Mark, my name is Margot. Gil gave me your number so I could contact you for a meeting. I'm on a quest to seek happiness and he told me you could possibly supply me with what I need. Anyway if you could give me a call back that would be great, my number is 310.521.1225. Thank you, I look forward to speaking with you.
margot's mom
I mean gosh, I feel like I never hear from you anymore, or know what you're doing anymore. (crying) I just want to be a part of my daughter's life, is that such a crime? Is that not what mother's do nowadays? Cause I just can't seem to keep up with anything anymore. (balling) You just keep growing, and pretty soon you'll be out of this house and then what will I do? I'm gonna be alone here with your father folding clothes and cooking him dinner until we all shrivel up and die in our living rooms!
margot
Oh god Mom, why do you have to be so morbid? (sighs) Look, I'll always be here for you. Right now I'm just trying to figure out who I am and I'm forming the person I'm going to be for the rest of my life, and you can't really be a part of that process. I need some space and I need to get through this, but once that phase is over we'll be close again, okay?
margot's mom (CONT'D)
I'm gonna go check on the casserole, it should be ready in a couple of minutes if you get hungry..
mike (CONT'D)
I gotta tell you I don't really deal with girls your age, but Gil spoke pretty seriously of you so I promised I'd take care of you, so here we go.
mike (CONT'D)
I'm not even gonna ask you if you've done this before because it doesn't matter. Good weed is good weed. In this case I'm thinking either the Big Bud or the Super Skunk would be good candidates in your situation. Otherwise I'd suggest the White Widow, but you guys look like first timers so it might not be the one for you unless you tell me otherwise cause god this stuff will take you up so high you'll be dancin on Venus butt naked...Actually the butt naked part would happen here on earth if you're anything like me when I smoke this stuff..
mike
Wait hold on! Alright, so Gil probably misinterpreted what you meant. If you're looking for true happiness I've got the guy who'll tell you how it is. Here's his number.
larry (CONT'D)
But I remember when I was your age, and believe it or not I went through the same kind of stuff you're going through. I thought the world was out to get me, and my life seemed as dull as a rock. And then I started working here! And it changed my life. At first I felt sorry for these poor fellows as I layed them on my tin tray and prepped them for their burial..
larry
None taken! So when I found out you guys were coming, I prepared a little tour for you guys if you're interested!
margot
Oh wow, that's um, really nice of you but I think this is as much as I can take for one day...
margot
Well trust me, you taught me much more than the other guys. Besides I really should get home my mom will start to worry.
Margot and Larry walk out of the office and through the hallway to the entrance of the morgue. Gia is sitting on the floor next to the door.
margot
Well, I guess I learned that in order to be happy I have to fake my way through a smile, and smoke real good weed!
