The following the second installment of our award-winning screenplay.  Enjoy! 

Scene 4.

WITZ arrives at BRILLIARD’s house.

BRILLIARD
Well that certainly took a while.

WITZ
Oh-- I guess so.  I don’t think I was paying attention.  Sorry

BRILLIARD
No problem, really.  I just didn’t know...

WITZ
But I did pass by a gym on the way.  I think I might join one.

BRILLIARD
Well, that’s good.  Although, you know what idiots those people on treadmills look like.  It’s like they’re trying to show off or something.

WITZ
Show off what?

BRILLIARD
Oh, just how they’ve “taken control of their lives” and all that.  But I understand if you want to join genuinely.  It’s good to take care of your body. (BRILLIARD self-consciously pulls his shirt out to loosen it)

WITZ
I guess.  I just didn’t think about it that much.  Speaking of health, did you know that Mr. Fannely has Asperger’s Syndrome?

BRILLIARD
Hmph. How did you find that out?

WITZ
Someone was commenting on how crazy he is, and he overheard it.  He said it’s a type of autism.

BRILLIARD
Well that explains a lot.

WITZ
Definitely.  Hey, did you get any responses yet from the colleges you applied to?

BRILLIARD
Uh- yeah.  I mean, I got something from Cornell.  But these things, they don’t really matter.  It doesn’t change who you are.

WITZ
No it doesn’t.

BRILLIARD
I’m on their waiting list, that’s all.

WITZ
Well, I’m sure you’ll get in when they call.

BRILLIARD
Whatever: it’s a conspiracy.  These application things are so subjective.

WITZ
Oh yeah.  (WITZ handles an object)

BRILLIARD
It’s all dependent on so many things that don’t  really have anything to do with your abilities as a student.  SATs are basically worthless.  They’re nothing like the real world.  The essays are banal.  I can’t make my life into a story for them.  (Intersperse with shots of WITZ looking out window)

WITZ
That’s true. (WITZ’s interest peaks at that last statement)

BRILLIARD
I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, and I’ve concluded that the whole process is rather juvenile.  (As BRILLIARD says this, voice fading, WITZ fanatisizes:

WITZ walks down the hall from his room, slowly and sexily removing his sweater.  He reaches the archway into the living room.

BRILLIARD
How’re your applications working out?

WITZ
Applications?  Oh yeah—those.  They’re okay.  I got into Northwestern.

BRILLIARD
That’s great!  I knew you’d get in.

WITZ
Yeah, well.

Scene 5.

WITZ leaves BRILLIARD’ house.  BRILLIARD returns to the table and looks over the letter that declares his unworthiness of going to Cornell.  He then goes to the computer.  At the computer, he looks up Asperger’s Syndrome.

BRILLIARD
Hmmm

BRILLIARD then looks up the symptoms of Asperger’s Syndrome.

BRILLIARD
Oh.  (mumbles) Really?

Scene 6

WITZ comes home.  As he walks through his kitchen, he sees his mother reading a book as usual.  He passes her and enter his room, laying his keys on the table next to the works of literature.  He grabs one of the books on his table and takes it with him to the couch in the living room.  Instead of reading, however, he simply gawks at his mother.

DAD
Hey guys.  Can I a-join this exciting read-a-thon?

MOM
(mumbles) If you want.

DAD
Dat’s okay.  I gotta deedle. (He runs downstairs.)

Scene 6

WITZ descends into the basement in the evening, where he finds his father polishing his gun.

WITZ
What are you doing?  I didn’t know you had a gun.

DAD
Yep.  Gonna use it to shoot some skeet with my ol’ buddy Bowers tomorrow.

WITZ
Well, that’s nice.  Do we have any plans tonight?

DAD
Not that I know of.

WITZ exits, then exuents.  World FADES to BLACK.

To be continued...