INT. TREATMENT FACILITY MAIN ROOM — AFTERNOON

The patients mill about the main room in various states of
mental focus. The room feels dangerous.

Jane speaks, the lead counselor watches. Alex scowls from
the back of the room. Patients look to Alex for clues.

JANE
Good afternoon, everyone. I am
Jane Jordan. I am your new
facility director. I am going to
spend the next 28 days in the same
boat as you. I will be a patient.
Think of me as one of you.

INT. TREATMENT FACILITY MAIN ROOM — MORNING

A hand written notice is sloppily scrawled across the daily
board, “INITIAL FAMILY MEETING: JANE JORDAN.

Everyone drags out of bed and looking rough, even for a group
of recovering, drunken, crazy people. Cigarettes are lit in
the struggle to come to life. Coffee cups are filled.

One patient has her half-smoked cigarette dangling from her
lip. Jane walks over to her, has an unheard chat. The
patient takes a drag, drops the cigarette into a cup held by
a less than awake patient. The victim doesn’t notice and
takes a drink. He grimaces, then slugs the rest.

PATIENT 1
It took two weeks for my first
family meeting…she gets hers the
first day.

Patient 2 casts a furtive, needy glance at Alex.

PATIENT 2
Crazy will straighten her out.

PATIENT 1
Alex is crazy, but she knows where
the bread is buttered.

PATIENT 2
She won’t sell us out.

PATIENT 1
Even crazy people don’t trust crazy
people. We sell each other out.

INT. ENTRANCE TO TREATMENT CENTER — MOMENTS LATER

Dick enters the building. He looks oddly at home. He smiles
and approaches the check-in desk.

DICK
My name is Dick Jordan.

The reception desk nurse points at the hand written notice.

NURSE
Family meeting?
(nods toward Jane)
Lucky you.

Dick signs in and scans the room, his eyes lock for a moment
with Alex. Again he is transfixed. Alex looks from Dick to
Jane and frowns. She approaches him.

ALEX
Remember me?

DICK
I …ummm…can’t say.

Alex takes a pack of cigarettes and offers one to Dick.

ALEX
Bum one?

DICK
Can’t, don’t smoke.

Dick is a deer in headlights.

ALEX
Liar. Forgot ‘em or sneaking ‘em?

Dick glances nervously from Alex to Jane.

Finally, Dick whispers.

DICK
I’m still married.

ALEX
Last time you asked how I got out.
Guess we are both still in.

Alex offers the cigarette pack and Dick shakes his head no.
Alex shakes her head sadly.

ALEX (CONT’D)
Bitch?

Jane finally spots the meeting between Alex and Dick. Jane
closes distance like an angry slave owner and snags the pack.

JANE
It’s a bad habit, sneaking…
cigarettes.

ALEX
I like to play with fire.

Jane gives Dick the “its time to die” look and directs him to
the front of the room. Alex watches. Dick smiles over
Jane’s shoulder, mimes a puff, mouths “Bitch” and rolls his
eyes. Alex laughs out loud. Dick’s face lights up hearing
her laugh.

INT. MAIN TREATMENT ROOM — LATER

The meeting is breaking up with residents heading for rooms.
Alex watches closely, as Jane half kisses Dick at the door.

As he steps through the exit, Jane approaches a totally
DEMENTED WOMAN who is smoking, takes her cig and crushes it.

The demented woman continues speaking to her personal demons.
Alex slides over toward the demented woman, lights a
cigarette and puts it in the woman’s mouth.

Jane scowls. Alex heads to her room. The demented woman
takes the cigarette out and speaks directly to the butt.

DEMENTED WOMAN
No good can come of this.