INT. LARRY’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – LATE AFTERNOON
The room is suffocating. Golden sunlight slices through the Venetian blinds, casting long, prison-bar shadows across the polished wooden floor.
Outside, the mundane drone of a lawnmower drifts in. Inside, the air is thick enough to choke on.
LARRY (40s, frayed at the edges) sits in a wingback chair. A glass of water trembles in his hand. The ice cubes clink softly, the only sound in the room.
Opposite him stands BETHANY (30s). She isn’t moving. Her eyes are blazing, drilling holes into him.
She takes a slow, deliberate step forward. The CLICK of her heel echoes like a gunshot.
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BETHANY Larry… I’m asking you, please. Take me with you to Montana. I can’t bear to stay behind.
Larry looks away, jaw tightening. He runs a nervous hand through his hair.
LARRY Bethany… I can’t. This isn’t—it’s complicated. You know that.
Bethany’s lips press into a razor-thin line. Her hands curl into fists at her sides. When she speaks, her voice is quiet, but it cuts like a knife.
BETHANY: If you don’t take me, I’ll tell Jessie. I’ll have him come with me to Montana.
Larry freezes mid-sip. He sets the glass down hard—CLATTER—water sloshing onto the table. The color drains from his face.
LARRY Wait. What did you just say? You’d… you’d bring Jessie? Are you insane?
BETHANY (Stepping closer) This is your last warning. Jessie is my only option if you won’t bring me. Montana. Your choice.
Larry leans back, heart pounding against his ribs. A storm of disbelief rages behind his eyes.
LARRY: Your mind… are you seriously thinking this through? You can’t just drag an ex into this. It’s crazy.
BETHANY You don’t get it. I’m done asking politely. This is about me. About what I need. I can’t be left behind, and I won’t.
Larry stands abruptly. He paces the room, the weight of the decision pressing down like a physical force.
LARRY You’re being reckless. You think this is some kind of game? You think I’d let things spiral like that?
BETHANY (Unflinching) It’s not a game. This is reality. You either take me… or I take matters into my own hands. And I mean it this time.
The silence stretches, taut as a wire. Larry looks at her, really looks at her. He sees the resolve in her eyes. Fear pierces through his anger.
LARRY Your head… It’s spinning. Are you serious? Had you really gone that far?
BETHANY I’m not asking anymore, Larry. I’m telling. This is my last chance to be with you. Montana. With you. Or Jessie.
Larry sinks back into the chair. He buries his face in his hands. The walls seem to close in.
LARRY (Muffled) You’re impossible. You’re driving me insane. But… I see your point. I can’t ignore this.
Bethany’s shoulders drop an inch. A flicker of hope, quickly masked.
BETHANY That’s all I needed to hear. Just… don’t make me regret this.
Larry looks up. His expression is heavy, burdened with unspoken truths.
LARRY: You better be ready for what this means. Montana… It’s not just a trip. It’s everything.
BETHANY I’m ready. I’ll take the risk. I’ve already waited too long.
Larry holds her gaze for a long beat. He nods, defeated but decided.
LARRY Then we leave tomorrow. But I swear, if you bring Jessie anywhere near this… I don’t even know what I’ll do.
Bethany smiles. It is faint, dangerous, and triumphant.
BETHANY Don’t worry. You’ll have me there. All of me. Montana is ours—or it’s nothing.
The sun dips lower outside, painting the room in blood-orange twilight. The shadows lengthen, swallowing them both.
BETHANY (A whisper) Montana… here we come.
Larry stares at the floor, his voice barely audible.
LARRY God help us.
FADE OUT.