After trying to remain positive about his unemployment, Brian has
Lights come up. Brian is lying on the living room floor, with a syringe by his arm. Deb enters. Sees him and runs to him. Kneels.
DEB Brian, what’s wrong? (sees needle) Aw, Jesus Christ! Not shootin’ up too!
DEB I thought you swore off the pills. And now you’re shootin’ up instead? You get that shit from Deke?
BRIAN (groggily) None of your business. Just leave me alone.
DEB How can you say that to me? This is Deb -- the woman you’re supposed to love and the mother-to-be of your child.
He pushes her away and falls back down on the floor.
DEB You pushed me. You know that? Seven months pregnant and just back from a full day’s work and you pushed me. Well, I ain’t gonna stand for it, Brian. No sir, not this good, hard-workin’ woman. (takes his face in her hands)
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