Issue link: https://digital.copcomm.com/i/1531433
PROPERTYMASTERSGUILD.ORG 11 INT. JIM'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY Jim enters his house, slinging his backpack off his shoulder. JIM (yells) Mom?! I'm home! No response. Jim walks into the kitchen, noticing a fresh-baked pie on the counter. Next to it is a note: "Jimmy – Apple, your favorite. I'll be home late. Enjoy! Love, Mom." Jim sniffs the pie, taking in the aroma. Then stops ... as a quizzical look spreads across his face. After a moment of thought, he slides a finger into the pie. Moves it around a bit, studying the consistency. Then Jim becomes more curious. We can see the gears in his head start to turn. He looks down at the pie like It's ... well, not a pie. EXT. JIM'S HOUSE - DAY Jim's dad gets out of his car, carrying his briefcase. INT. JIM'S HOUSE - CONTINUING Jim's dad comes in the door and stops dead in his tracks. His face drops, appalled. JIM'S DAD Jim? (What was not scripted was the reverse shot of Jim turning around to reveal that his pants were down, and he was holding the pie to his groin.) JIM It's not what it looks like! CUT TO: INT. JIM'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY Jim and his dad sit in silence, opposite each other at the table. Jim stares into his lap, humiliated. Jim's dad is crushed. You've never seen such disappointment ... but he's trying to keep his chin up for Jim's sake. In the middle of the table is the pie. It's decimated. Mushed up, ruined ... violated. JIM'S DAD (fighting back tears) I guess ... we'll just tell your mother ... that we ate it all.