The Final Destination2009

[Samantha parked her car, as her sons get out and run to the salon.; The elder son stops, and picks up a rock.]

Elder Son:
Hey look! Come here! [The young son stops and go to his brother.; The elder son pointing the sign] Bet you can't hit that sign with a rock.

Young Son:
Okay! [The boys starts throwing rocks at the sign, which misses. While Carl the groundskeeper, refilling gasoline at his lawnmower.]

Elder Son:
[while throwing rocks.] Ha!, ha!, Yeah!

[Samantha gets out of her car, and closes the car door.]

Samantha:
[stopping the boys, while they are throwing rocks.] Okay, okay, Knock it off.

[The elder son finally hits the sign with a rock.]

Elder Son:
Yes!

Samantha:
Hey!

Young Son:
Nice one.

[Carl turns to the boys and Samantha.]

Carl:
What are you kids, stupid or something?, Get out of here!

Samantha:
[turns to her sons.] Okay come here, guys-- Um?... [gives each of her sons a look.; She starts giving money to her sons.] You know what?, I want you to go play video games and come back in an hour. Okay?

Elder Son:
Alright!

[The boys run to the arcade, in excitement.]

Samantha:
[to her sons] Your welcome!

Elder Son:
Thanks!

Young Son:
Thanks, Mom!

[Carl continues working on the lawnmower.]

Young Son:
I'm first on "Atomic Destroyer"!

Elder Son:
No, I am!

[Samantha gets inside the salon.]

Samantha:
Hi Cheyenne, I'm sorry I'm late. I had a 5:00 with Richard.

Cheyenne:
Oh, you didn't get our message? Richard's out today

Samantha:
What?

Cheyenne:
Someone got killed on his block. Dragged down the street, on fire. Isn't that terrible

Samantha:
That's awful. [starts smiling.] So... my appointment? Is there something thing else that cans see me?

Cheyenne:
[smiles and checks at her computer.] Um?... It's 10 to 6, and we close at 6, So... [laughs]

Samantha:
I understand, but the soccer game ran late and it's girls' night out tonight, first time in months, and I'm so looking forward to this [begging] Please?, Please? Um... [shows her messy hair.] Look at this.

Cheyenne:
[in a look] You're killing me.

Samantha:
[sprightly] Thank You! Ah thank you so much [rushes to the salon]

[Cheyenne gives Samantha a finger.]