"SWINGTOWN" Written by Mike Kelley CBS-PARAMOUNT Second Draft December 01, 2006

“SWINGTOWN" PILOT TEASER FADE IN: INT. DC-10 COCKPIT - 30,000 FEET - DAY TIGHT on thick masculine lips cut below a full, manicured mustache. A big steady hand lowers the cockpit mic into frame. PILOT’S VOICE Listen up, folks. Time to stub out those cigarettes and finish your cocktails, I’'ve just initiated our descent into O’Hare. hot and muggy down there, so I hope your Bicentennial plans include-- Lips tweak slightly; finger releases the talk button. FEMALE VOICE (O.S.) Too rough? We PULL BACK to reveal the chiseled jaw, ice blue eyes, and wavy brown hair of the man at the helm of the AMERICAN AIRLINES wide body-- TOM DECKER (late 30s), sexy and virile as a KOOL cigarette pitchman... Decker’s in his element at 30,000, but not in uniform, rather a ribbed white tank, stained down the front with coffee. An older, tenured STEWARDESS gently dabs under his tee with a damp cloth. He gives her a “we’re good here” look, pushes the mic button again. TOM DECKER -- Include a dip in the lake... (cuts his routine short) Tighten up those seat belts, good people, I’1ll have you at the gate in thirty. Decker returns the microphone to the console. STEWARDESS It’1ll blister. DECKER It’s not that bad. How’s, uh...

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 STEWARDESS Tammy. Young, useless, in tears, of course. check in back for some burn cream. As the stewardess exits the cockpit, the CO-PILOT grins... INT. CABIN OUTSIDE COCKPIT - CONTINUOUS Decker emerges from the flight deck into first class. Catches the eye of a LEGGY PASSENGER in a loud mini skirt. LEGS notes Tom’s casual attire with a raised eyebrow as she brings a cigarette to her frosted pink lips for a final drag, stubs it with a sexy smile. Decker grins at the flirtation, but turns his attention towards the GENTLE SOBS emanating from the coffee station. They’re coming from TAMMY, the young, useless stewardess-in-training, scrubbing the coffee stain on Tom’s captain’s shirt, uselessly. DECKER You okay, Tammy? Tammy spins, face streaked with mascara, mortified. TAMMY Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed. I just hate myself. DECKER Take it easy, it was an accident. Tammy goes back to scrubbing the stain. TAMMY Your shirt is ruined. DECKER (steps close) It’s okay, I have plenty. Decker puts his hand on Tammy’s, so solid and soothing, she almost loses her balance. UNDER: “YOUR LOVE/IS LIFTING ME HIIIGHER/THAN I'VE EVER/BEEN LIFTED BEFORE...” Rita Coolidge coos the intro to her 70’s remake of the R&B classic as Tammy sniffles back her tears, notes his handsome gold wedding band... TAMMY (the shirt) Your wife is going to kill me. Decker moves in, presses his lips close to Tammy’s ear...

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 3. DECKER My wife is going to love you. Tammy looks up, blinking innocently. And suddenly we’re... EXT. SKY - DAY Decker’s plane jets towards the city of big shoulders, Miss Coolidge’s voice lifting us higher and higher even as the CAMERA DIPS lower and lower, RUSHING across the Illinois farmland towards the city grid, ZOOMING BEYOND CHICAGO to the NORTHERN SUBURBS. In a flash, we ZERO IN on the lush lawns and old money mansions, until we SETTLE on a handsome mid-century nuzzled amongst the more established lake front properties... INT. DECKER HOUSE - MASTER BEDROOM - DAY CU on Tammy’s NAME TAG on her stripped off uniform, mingled on the white shag carpet with Decker’s Captain’s cap. Also on the plush pile are head and wristband tennis accessories next to a white pleated tennis skirt. Rita Coolidge’s song continues on as we trail past the discarded garments and make our way to the king sized water bed, a collection of legs, arms, fingers... A BEAT LATER, a tan pair of LEGS swings to the floor, and the frame is filled with the lithe, naked body of a WOMAN. She casually dons a terry cloth robe, heads for the door-- In soft focus behind her, DECKER and young TAMMY resume the position... INT. DECKER HOUSE - DAY Fingers sporting fire engine red nails and a diamond wedding band empty a pink can of TAB into a tumbler... TRINA DECKER’S tan, beautiful face fills the frame as she takes a sip, steps past the wet bar into the living room, stops at the stacked stone fireplace to regard a large portrait of herself in an American Airlines stewardess uniform, folded inside the arms of Captain Decker, also in uniform. Something catches her eye outside the picture window. Across the street, two men and a woman step out the front door of a HANDSOME RED BRICK HOME with a CENTURY 21 “SOLD” sign in front of it. EXT. RED BRICK HOUSE - FRONT YARD - CONTINUOUS A SET OF HOUSE KEYS drops into the open hand of an ambitious looking guy in a sharp blue business suit, BRUCE MILLER (30s).

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 Standing next to him, a strawberry blonde American beauty, SUSAN MILLER (30s), and an old school REALTOR in a gold blazer. The realtor notably addresses his comments exclusively to Bruce. Susan nobly tolerates the slight. REALTOR Congratulations, Bruce. BRUCE That’s it? REALTOR Everything but the mortgage. Bruce takes a deep, proud breath, looks to his wife. They share a smile, beaming up at their new home. Then kiss. Long enough so as to make the realtor a little uncomfortable. The realtor clears his throat. Bruce and Susan break apart. BRUCE Sorry, got caught up in the moment, there. REALTOR No, no. Wish my little lady were still as enthusiastic. He nods knowingly to Bruce. SUSAN MILLER (a disarming smile) I can’t imagine why she wouldn’t be. REALTOR Yes, well... I have work to take care of back at the office, so... BRUCE I hear you, pal... Someone’s gotta pay for all this, right? The Realtor pats Bruce on the shoulder. REALTOR It’s a big move for a couple like yourselves. Let me know when you and the missus have that house warming. Bruce chuckles, Susan elbows him, playfully: “The missus?” They watch as the realtor yanks out the “FOR SALE” sign in the yard, stuffs it in the trunk of his car. And as a warm summer rain starts sprinkling down, Bruce and Susan duck into the shelter of their front awning...

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 INT. DECKER HOUSE - DAY Trina stands at the picture window, fixated on Bruce and Susan across the street. Tom enters, with Tammy, dressed. Trina stays at the window, doesn’t turn around. TOM DECKER I'm gonna give our guest a lift home. TAMMY (awkward, to Trina) It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Decker... You’re really, um... TRINA (pleasantly dismissive) You, too. Tom walks up to his wife at the window. TOM DECKER What’s so interesting? Trina indicates Bruce and Susan across the street. TRINA Our new neighbors. Tom glances over to see Bruce and Susan, arm in arm, waving at the realtor from the stoop as he drives off. Susan “playing up” the happy wife, a big Stepford smile plastered on her face... When the realtor drives off, Tom tickles her. They laugh together, fall into another kiss... TOM DECKER They look happy. TRINA I was just thinking the same thing. Tom kisses the back of Trina’s neck. TOM DECKER Bet we could give ‘em a run for their money. Trina grins as Decker grabs his keys off the table, escorts Tammy out the door... OFF Trina, watching her new neighbors, the hint of a mischievous smile crossing her lips...

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 EXT. MILLER HOUSE - CONTINUOUS Bruce and Susan in the shelter of their front stoop as the sky opens up, and the rain starts coming down. BRUCE (the rain) Here it comes. Drop me back at the train? SUSAN MILLER Sure you can’t take the rest of the day off? There’s still a ton of packing to do. BRUCE I'1l be as quick as I can. Plus, I gotta get a check over to the loan officer by five. Beat. Susan looks at her husband. Bruce smiles confidently at his wife, kisses her again. She relaxes. Takes a deep breath. Bruce fishes out his car keys, lifts his suit coat over Susan to protect her from the rain. BRUCE Ready on three? One-- SUSAN MILLER Three! And with a laugh, Susan grabs Bruce’s keys, and breaks free, races out into the rain towards the driveway. And as Bruce chases happily after his wife, we... CRANE UP on the young couple outside their dream home, a view of Lake Michigan peeking out beyond the more expensive properties across the street, where the rain drops dance their intricate patterns on the surface of the water... FADE OUT: END OF TEASER

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 7. ACT ONE FADE IN: INT. MILLER HOUSE (OLD NEIGHBORHOOD) - KITCHEN - DAY CU on a kitchen radio, the unmistakable crackle of an AM radio broadcast. DJ STU SAXTON (V.O.) You’re dialed into Stu Saxton on AM 89. It’s a wet and wild Friday afternoon, and time for Wings to take us on a little run with the band. Hope you’re staying dry out there, people... And as Linda McCartney’s distinctive keyboards intro “Band On The Run,” reveal SUSAN MILLER, regarding the crummy weather through the window of a modest kitchen as she hand washes a dinner plate. SUSAN This rain better be gone by tomorrow. Susan passes the wet plate to JILL THOMPSON, 36, too pale for mid-summer, currently working the conservative Dorothy Hamill bob. Jill dries the dish, puts it in a brown box, as Paul McCartney croons... “STUCK INSIDE THESE FOUR WALLS...” JILL THOMPSON Your lips to God’s ear. the one who switched the block party from Sunday to Saturday. Not at all what Susan was talking about, but she smiles anyway. This is a true friendship. SUSAN No one can hold a sparkler to your block parties, Jill. Only thing you can’t organize is the weather. JILL THOMPSON You watch, Barb Phillips will use it against me to take over the whole event next year. Susan seals the box of dishes with packing tape, writes “FRAGILE - KITCHEN DISHES” on the side with a black marker.

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 JILL THOMPSON You’re not even coming, are you? Why Bruce had to pick this weekend to up and move you, I’ll never understand. SUSAN Just the way things worked out in escrow and with his new job. You know he’s been talking about making this move for as long as we’ve lived here. ©Not that I ever doubted him, but still, it’s hard to believe it’s all really happening. JILL THOMPSON Never knew you were so miserable in this house. SUSAN We weren’t. But don’t you ever get the feeling there’s a whole other thing happening out there? Like an energy shift we’re missing out on? JILL THOMPSON You know that whole biorhythm fad shot straight over my head. SUSAN Biorhythms are personal. This is bigger. You really don’t feel it? JILL THOMPSON Guess I'm not as in tune as you are. I suppose Roger and I will just have to live out our boring little lives, throwing our boring little block parties without you. Jill fights back her emotions. It’s a bit of a show. We get the feeling this woman isn’t entirely stable. SUSAN Jill... It’s only a few miles away. Technically, we’re still neighbors. JILL moving to a lakeside mansion, might as well be another planet. It’s obvious I don’t even speak the language. SUSAN It’s hardly a mansion.

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 9. JILL Then Roger and I live in a shack. Just lie and say you’ll come for a burger? SUSAN I think we can manage a burger. As Jill manages a smile, her son, RICK THOMPSON (13), young rebel in a KISS ARMY tee, enters from outside, shakes off the rain. SUSAN Hey, Rick. 1Is it easing up out there at all? RICKY Why, do I look dry? SUSAN Wishful thinking. BJ’s in the basement. He starts for the basement door... JILL Wipe your feet, Ricky. RICK What’s the diff? They’re outta here tomorrow. JILL Richard William Thompson-- Rick moves to the basement door, heads down. JILL I swear, that boy challenges me on every little thing. SUSAN At least yours speaks. I hardly know what BJ’s thinking at all anymore. With that, McCartney turns prophet as the song switches gears... “WELL THE RAIN EXPLODED WITH A MIGHTY CRASH” and indeed, a thunder cloud rumbles nearby... INT. MILLER BASEMENT - DAY Condensation builds on the cement walls as A TOY CAR zips through the worn orange loop of a HOT WHEELS race track.

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 The car careens from the ping pong table into an open trash bag as BRUCE MILLER, JR takes apart the rest of the track. BJ is a good looking mop haired kid, even in that awkward mid puberty phase. Quiet and considered, but not sullen... RICK (0.S.) Zip it up, gaywad, coming down. BJ looks up to see Rick descending the basement stairs. We widen to see the dank room piled high with discarded toys, furniture, golf clubs, open boxes, etc. Lotta work to do. RICK This place is the rat’s ass. BJ MILLER I thought you were gonna help out. RICK Sorry, man, ran into Betsy Burdis buying the new Foghat, asked me to come over for a listen... BJ MILLER (disbelief) Betsy Burdis. RICK That’s not all she wanted. If her mom hadn’t come home, we’d probably have gone all the way. BJ MILLER Uh huh. Rick picks a BARBIE DOLL out of a trash bag. RICK Sure you’re ready to toss this? Probably the closest you’ll get to a naked chick this side of high school. Rick finds a pair of MICKEY MOUSE ears, puts them on. BJ measures a look at his friend. He’s holding a secret. BJ MILLER Can you be cool if I show you something? RICK Better not be your wang. BJ scrambles over the basement crap to a musty corner, opens a large box revealing... stacks of STAG MAGS: PLAYBOYS, OUIS, GENESIS, PENTHOUSE. A veritable goldmine of wack material. 10.

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 11. RICK Holy mother... BJ MILLER They’re my dad’s. RICK I didn’t think they were your mom’s. Rick opens a PLAYBOY to the centerfold, eyes drinking in the naked image... Wheels in his head starting to turn... RICK You know how much we could make selling these to 6th graders? BJ MILLER Forget it. My dad would kill me. RICK We don’t even have to sell them, we could just charge per look. If we time it right, your dad’1ll think the movers stole ‘em. BJ MILLER C’mon, you said you’d be cool-- RICK You have yourself to blame, buddy. Help me figure out a plan to haul these over to my house. OFF BJ, resistance, futile... INT. HIGH SCHOOL CLASS ROOM - DAY CU ON the blackboard, an essay question written in chalk: IN HONOR OF THE NATION’'S 200TH BIRTHDAY, EXPLAIN HOW KIRKEGAARD VIEWED THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN FREEDOM AND DESPAIR, DRAWING FROM ONE LITERARY EXAMPLE, AND ONE OF YOUR OWN PERSONAL AMERICAN EXPERIENCES. (FIVE PAGE MINIMUM) We PULL AWAY from the board. The rain continues pouring down outside the windows while a dozen or so students frantically scribble in their blue essay books. All except one doe eyed, fresh faced 16 year old, LAURIE MILLER (BRUCE AND SUSAN’S DAUGHTER). If Juliette Lewis could hop in a time machine to reprise her turn opposite DeNiro in “Cape Fear,” now would be the time.

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 12. A strand of soft auburn hair peaks out from below Laurie’s faded red headband as she closes her essay book, smiles at the 27 year old behind the teacher’s desk, DOUG STEPHENS, good looking, square. MR. STEPHENS Just another few minutes, guys. Laurie steps into the clogs under her desk, strides to the front of the room. MR. STEPHENS I know some of you are heading out of town for the long weekend, so we’ll hold off talking about your essays until everyone’s back on Tuesday. Laurie drops her blue book on the desk. MR. STEPHENS Looking forward to it, Laurie. She smiles, lingers a beat. LAURIE MILLER I'm not going any where. MR. STEPHENS Hmm? LAURIE MILLER This weekend. My family’s moving. So I guess technically I am going somewhere. Just a few blocks, but still. My dad’s such a capitalist. Mr. Stephens laughs a little, as the bell RINGS. MR. STEPHENS That’s it everyone, bring ‘em up. Laurie rolls her eyes at herself as the rest of the students bring up their exams, pushing her out of the way a bit. LAURIE MILLER Mr. Stephens?... Have a good weekend. MR. STEPHENS You, too. Good luck with the move. He smiles for her. Makes her rainy day. “GOLDEN YEARS” by David Bowie, KICKS IN as Laurie smiles back, carrying us to--

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 13. EXT. HIGH SCHOOL - DAY Laurie PUSHES open the exit. Still raining, she doesn’t care. “DON'T LET ME HEAR YOU SAY LIFE'S TAKING YOU NOWHERE ANGEL/COME GET UP MY BABY...” Laurie heads down to the sidewalk where a rusty VW BEACH VAN pulls along side, beeps. In the driver’s seat, LOGAN RHODE, 18, shaggy haired, handsome stoner. His big dog, Schooner next to him. Logan rolls down the window. LAURIE MILLER What are you doing here, Logan? LOGAN Giving you a ride if you hop in. Wasting a day off if you don’t. Laurie sighs, gets in the van. He kisses her, she tastes pot on his lips. LAURIE MILLER You’re stoned. LOGAN Uh-huh. Logan sparks a half smoked joint from the ashtray, offers it to her. A beat. She takes it from him, inhales deeply, as Bowie rises again... “THERE'S MY BABY/LOST THAT'S ALL/ONCE I'M BEGGING YOU SAVE HER LITTLE SOUL...” which plays over to-- EXT. SAXTON HOME - GARAGE - DAY SAMANTHA SAXTON (13), disturbingly pretty the way Brooke Shields was around the same age, standing next to her bike in the center of an open garage door, staring out across the driveway as the rain continues pounding the black top. She has a back pack on, and a determined look in her eye. A thunder clap and the rain comes harder, but Samantha steels herself. Knows freedom is out there, if she can muster the courage to go for it. Bowie sings on “I’LL STICK WITH YOU BABY FOR A THOUSAND YEARS/NOTHING’S GONNA TOUCH YOU IN THESE GOLDEN YEARS...” Samantha reflexively touches a MAN’S GOLD WEDDING BAND hanging on a chain around her neck. Then puts a foot on the pedal, and pushes herself out into the rain. “GOLDEN YEARS, GOLD WHOP WHOP WHOP.” Half way down the drive-- WOMAN (0.S.) Samantha! Samantha slides to a stop at the sound of THE VOICE, a powerful draw.

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 14. She turns, looks back to her house to see a WOMAN in a silk nightgown in the shadows of a second floor window, wearing a large pair of FOSTER GRANT sunglasses. This is GAIL SAXTON, Samantha’s mother, in the throes of a big time OCD moment. GAIL I need you to run to the A&P right away, we’re out of tin foil. Samantha just stares up at her mother. This is the situation Samantha wants so desperately to escape. And this person, the reason she always stays. Gail shuts her window. Samantha glances back towards the street, only a few yards away. A beat, and she turns her bike around, rides back into the garage, and dumps it. Heads into the house. And as the garage door closes behind her, shutting off her escape route. For now... INT. DECKER HOUSE - DAY Trina Decker sits on the couch in the sunken living room, smoking a cigarette, absently watching an episode of “LOVE AMERICAN STYLE” on the TV/Stereo console. Tom Decker enters the front door, drops his keys on the counter. He’s carrying a brown bag of carry out Chinese. TOM DECKER Sorry that took so long, kid lives way out in Schaumberg at her parents house, believe that? TRINA Yes. Trina joins Decker at the bar as he unloads the food. TRINA What was her name? Cammy? Cathy? TOM DECKER Something like that. TRINA She had a name tag. TOM DECKER (grins) Tammy. But she’ll probably be fired after her performance today, or at least demoted to commuter service. TRINA Seems to me you enjoyed her performance fine.

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 TOM DECKER I wasn’t alone there, was I? (off her) Hey... There’s only one stewardess for me, you know that. TRINA (playfully) Jerk... Could we just keep it in our age bracket for a while? TOM DECKER Done. He folds Trina into his arms, nibbles her neck playfully. However unconventional, these two love each other. Tom pulls at Trina’s robe. Pushes her up against the wet bar, kisses her passionately. This guy is a machine. So is she, by the way... UNDER: “CLOSER TO ME” by Seals and Croft... “Darling, if you want me to be/Closer to you/Get closer to me...” INT. MILLER BEDROOM - OLD HOUSE - NIGHT Seals and Croft sing on as Susan boxes up the photos on her bedroom dresser: school portraits of BJ and Laurie; a picture of the Miller family posed in front of the fireplace, Christmas 1975; a photo of herself and BRUCE on their wedding day, barely out of high school. Susan pauses, nostalgic. BRUCE (0.C.) Honey?! SUSAN MILLER Upstairs... Susan wraps the picture in newspaper, drops it in a box. A moment later, Bruce appears in the door, approaches Susan, plants a big kiss on his wife. BRUCE (0.C.) Told you be quick. Even had a set of keys made for you and the kids. They around? SUSAN BJ’s next door, Laurie’s not back yet. BRUCE Let’s head over without ‘em. Might be the only time we’re sure to have the new house all to ourselves... 15.

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 SUSAN Bruce, look at this mess. We’ll never be boxed up by tomorrow. BRUCE Sure we will, we’ll hit the ground running in the morning. He dangles the shiny new house keys. BRUCE Don’t make me beg. Beat. Bruce raises his hands up like dog paws, pants and whimpers a little. pretty irresistible. Susan smiles-- INT. SAXTON HOUSE - HALLWAY - DAY Samantha walks down the upstairs hallway carrying a brown paper grocery bag. She slows her pace as she approaches a closed door. Puts her ear to the door. Hears nothing. SAMANTHA Mom? No answer. Beat. She reaches for the door knob. GAIL (0.S.) Just leave it by the door. Samantha yanks her hand back. Puts the grocery bag at the threshold. packed full of REYNOLDS WRAP. At least a dozen rolls. Samantha touches the wedding band on her necklace as she heads back the way she came, quickening her pace to a run... EXT. FOREST PRESERVE - DAY Logan’s beach van, nestled under some trees near the ravine. INT. LOGAN’S BEACH VAN - PARKED - DAY “I WANT YOU/SHOW ME THE WAY...” Peter Frampton wafts from the dash as Schooner gnaws a bone in the front seat. MOVE past the happy dog, into the van to find LAURIE, flat backed on some beach towels next to LOGAN, making out. Logan flips on top of her, shaking his stringy hair out of his eyes. BAs he reaches down to unbutton Laurie’s jean shorts.. 16.

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 LAURIE MILLER You better have a rubber this time. Logan reaches in his pocket, pulls out a condom, grins. LOGAN “Ribbed... for her pleasure.” Laurie rolls her eyes, as Logan tears into the package... INT. RICK THOMPSON’S ROOM - DAY TIGHT ON BJ behind a PLAYBOY, opened to a CENTERFOLD. PULL BACK TO SEE RICK peering over at his pal, ignoring the magazine in his own hands. The bedroom floor is strewn with OUI’S, PLAYBOYS, PENTHOUSES... RICK She looks like your sister. BJ MILLER Does not. RICK Laurie could totally be in one of these if she wanted to. BJ MILLER That’s sick. RICK I'm not the one with a boner for my sister. A KNOCK on the bedroom door. MAN’S VOICE Whachya doing, Ricky? RICK Uh... Go away, dad-- The boys scramble to hide the magazines, some under the bed, the rest back in the large moving box, now marked “TOYS.” MAN’S VOICE Why is this door locked? Rick folds the box, gestures for BJ to sit on it. Rick then opens the door, and in steps his father, ROGER THOMPSON (JILL’S HUSBAND), late 30s, a jock in his day, just starting to go soft, wearing the suburban commuter rainy day uniform. 17.

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 ROGER THOMPSON Everything okay in here? RICK Fine. What do you want? ROGER THOMPSON You can’t give a hello to the old man after work? RICK Hi. Can you go now? ROGER THOMPSON How you doing, BJ? Ready for the big move? BJ shrugs. JILL appears in the door behind her husband. JILL Your mother called, she’s running late with dinner, I’1ll set a place for you. ROGER THOMPSON Your lucky day, pal. That’s my wife’s famous Sloppy Joes I smell, am I right? JILL Every Friday. Go wash up. As Jill heads down the stairs, Roger notices A PLAYBOY peeking out from under the bed. Rick and BJ see him see it. Uh-oh. Roger bends down, picks up the mag. Lowers his voice... ROGER THOMPSON Where in heck did you get this? RICK Nowhere. Some kid. A beat. he mad? Hard to read... until an expression resembling pride, maybe a bit of relief, crosses Roger’s face. ROGER THOMPSON Don’t let your mother catch you with this, she’d have a coronary on the spot. Roger rolls it up, hands the magazine back to Rick, notably leaving the door OPEN as he goes. BJ looks to Rick, impressed by his friend’s father. OFF Rick, not as impressed... 18.

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 19. INT. MILLER’S NEW HOUSE - BEDROOM - EVENING A rain soaked Samantha PEERS out from a 2nd floor bedroom veranda. Trees partially obstruct the view of her own house NEXT DOOR. She stares ahead, expressionless and undetected, fingering the WEDDING BAND on the chain around her neck. Across the lot, we see her mother, Gail, applying the REYNOLDS WRAP to the inside of her bedroom windows, blocking out the outside world, even as night descends. Samantha STEPS BACK from the veranda doors, into the room that has been her hideout these last several weeks. But like everything in Samantha’s world, this was temporary refuge-- THE SOUND OF BRUCE AND SUSAN entering the front foyer echoes through the empty house, violating Samantha’s secret sanctuary. Samantha seems more annoyed than frightened... BRUCE (0.S.) Wait wait wait! do this right. SUSAN (0.S.) Bruce-- Samantha cracks the bedroom door, squats low for a better view. From her angle, Samantha sees a rain drenched Bruce carrying his wife across the threshold downstairs, like newly weds-- DOWNSTAIRS WITH BRUCE AND SUSAN Bruce brings his wife into the living room. large, open, a far cry from their current home. BRUCE Welcome home, Mrs. Miller. SUSAN I swear, if your back goes out... He puts her down, kisses her. Unbuckles his pants. SUSAN Bruce, no, I'm a mess. BRUCE Who’s complaining?... Bruce slips his hands up her wet shirt. SUSAN The windows.

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 20. BRUCE Okay, pick whatever room you want. They’re all ours... Susan breaks free, towards the back of the house. Bruce peels off his wet shirt and gives chase, as we-- FOLLOW the cat and mouse through the first floor, the SUN ROOM, THE EMPTY KITCHEN, THE FORMAL DINING ROOM. Susan CHARGES up the master stair case. Bruce trips on his way up. Susan reaches the top of the stairs, the room where Samantha has been watching. SWINGS open the door... IT’S NOW EMPTY. Bruce stumbles in behind Susan, grabs his wife and kisses her passionately... SUSAN Bruce... Please... Bruce no... BRUCE What? What is the problem? SUSAN Nothing, I just... Give me a minute to catch up. BRUCE What does that mean? SUSAN It’s easier for you to get there, you know that. And not always as easy to keep you there once I join in... BRUCE (beat) Low blow. Just then, the WIND blows open the veranda doors, revealing a large climbing tree just beyond the rail, Samantha’s escape route moments before... Bruce steps out. WE NOTICE SAMANTHA’S BROKEN NECKLACE, THE MAN’S WEDDING BAND just inside the door. Bruce does not. He shuts, locks the doors, SUSAN I'm sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. BRUCE How did you mean it? Susan stares at him, searching for the right words, when-- DING DONG. The doorbell rings. Off the two of them...

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 21. INT. MILLER HOUSE - FRONT DOOR - NIGHT DING DONG. The front door opens to Trina and Tom on the front stoop, Susan on the other side. WEARING MATCHING VELOUR RUNNING SWEATS. We notice the RAIN HAS STOPPED. Trina takes note of Bruce finding his shirt in the living room... TRINA ... I think we’re interrupting. SUSAN No, my husband was just... We were-- TOM DECKER We’ll come back. SUSAN It’s fine, really. I’'m Susan. TRINA Trina Decker, my husband Tom. Finally stopped raining, so we thought we’d head out for a run, saw you pull up. Bruce approaches as Trina gestures to their more expensive home on the LAKE FRONT side of the street. Bruce extends his hand. BRUCE Bruce Miller. TIGHT ON Bruce and Tom’s mutually firm hand shake. Trina offers a bottle of champagne. TRINA Welcome to the neighborhood. BRUCE Dom Perignon... SUSAN I'm afraid we don’t have any glasses. TRINA Tell you what, if you want to share, bring it to our party tomorrow night. TOM DECKER Come either way, set off a few fireworks, make some new friends... whatever you’re into.

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 SUSAN (not sure what that means) Tomorrow’s going to be a long day-- BRUCE We’ll try to make it. Susan looks at Bruce. Trina is intrigued by their dynamic. TRINA Great, then hopefully we’ll see you both tomorrow night. We’ll let you two get back to... enjoying your new home. BRUCE Good to meet you Tom, Trina. (the champagne) Thanks. TOM DECKER You bet, it’s nice to have some fresh faces on the block. The four regard each other, sizing one another up. Bruce to Tom, Tom to Susan, Susan to Trina. Trina seems to take special interest in Susan, as a thought occurs to her... TRINA I'm guessing you have children? SUSAN Two. Trina smiles as if to say “how inconvenient.” TRINA If you decide to come, you might want to get a sitter. This party will go late. And with a suggestive smile, Trina and Tom head off down the path, start to jog, off on their nightly run. AS Bruce and Susan, WATCH THEM GO from the doorway of their new home... FADE OUT: END OF ACT ONE 22.

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 ACT TWO FADE IN: INT. MILLER’S OLD HOUSE - MORNING MOVING DAY. MOVERS take large ticket items from the bright and sunny living room. The edge of a dining table scrapes the wall, Susan hurries up, appropriately stressed on a day like today... SUSAN Excuse me, you just hit the wall. (off the Movers, so?) Could you be a little more careful, please? And as the movers lumber their way out the door to the large MOVING VAN parked in front of the house, Bruce comes downstairs, lugging a box. SUSAN They’re scratching everything to pieces. BRUCE We’re insured. Besides, most of this junk is going straight to the new basement, anyway. SUSAN That table is an antique. It belonged to my grandmother. BRUCE Whatever you say, we’ll find a place for it. SUSAN Yeah, the dining room. And as Susan marches towards the kitchen, we JUMP-- UPSTAIRS-- BJ carries a box past an open door where he hears soft, slightly off key singing. LAURIE MILLER (O.S.) ... 'Doctor, my eyes/Tell me what is wrong’ 23.

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 24. BJ pushes open the door to find Laurie in her empty room, sitting in front of her stereo, headphones on, singing along with Jackson Browne’s “Doctor My Eyes” next to a box of albums. BJ watches, like he’s committing the moment to memory. LAURIE MILLER ‘Was I unwise to leave them open for so Laurie catches BJ staring. Takes off her headphones. LAURIE MILLER What? BJ Nothing. LAURIE MILLER Don’t be a creep. He lingers. There’s affection here, if across a great divide. LAURIE MILLER What, BJ? BJ It’s weird to think some other family’s gonna live here. 1In our rooms. LAURIE MILLER It’s just a house. Wood, wires, stucco. BJ You don’t care? LAURIE MILLER What would be the point? BJ (beat) I'm gonna miss it. Laurie looks at her brother, sees him needing to feel connected to her... to something. She throws him a bone. LAURIE MILLER Yeah, me too. And for the first time since we met him, BJ manages a smile.

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 25. EXT. MILLER’S OLD HOUSE - BLOCK PARTY - DAY The street is blocked off at either end with streamers, balloons, and signs declaring the “CHESTNUT STREET BICENTENNIAL BLOCK PARTY: SATURDAY People mill here and there, setting up the event. Jill draws a poster for the “ALL AMERICAN APPLE PIE CONTEST.” She tapes it to a red white and blue picnic table, then GLARES disapprovingly at the MOVING VAN across the street. She crosses to the BBQ area where Roger dumps bags of charcoal into a half dozen Webers. JILL THOMPSON The street was supposed to be empty by 10am. It’s clearly posted. ROGER THOMPSON Looks like they’re almost packed up. I'1ll see if they need some help. JILL THOMPSON Stay put. I don’t know why I bothered with the parking signs in the first place. Across the street, Bruce exits the house with BJ. They help lift a large box up to a Mover in the truck, as Jill approaches. JILL THOMPSON Sure been at this a while, maybe you should have gotten an earlier start. Jill smiles, passive aggression at its purest. Bruce smiles back, not taking the bait. BRUCE Don’t worry, Jill, we’ll be out of your hair soon enough. JILL THOMPSON Susan is one of the pie judges, we don’t want the entries rotting in the sun all day. BRUCE Think Sue might be sitting this year out. At least no one will complain you girls have it rigged... BJ looks over to Rick and a group of YOUNG BOYS filling water balloons with a garden hose in front of the Thompson house. Bruce notices BJ watching them, tousles his son’s hair.

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 26. BRUCE Go say a quick goodbye, but hustle up, we’re at T-minus sixty... BJ nods, heads across the street to the Thompson’s. JILL THOMPSON You have to at least stop by, Bruce. You’re the defending water melon seed spitting champ. BRUCE Always best to go out on a high note. And with a warm, if slightly patronizing squeeze of Jill'’s shoulder, Bruce heads back inside, leaving Jill by the truck. EXT. THOMPSON HOUSE - DAY Rick ties off a water balloon, hands it to an OPIE LOOKING KID, who’s cradling a dozen or so balloons in his arms. OPIE KID Paul Moran said you did Betsy Burdis. As Rick fastens another balloon to the hose... RICK Yeah, so? OPIE KID Kick ass, she’s gonna be in high school next year... One of the balloons falls to the ground, Opie tries to grab it, but just drops the rest in the effort. RICK Go get a bucket or something. As Opie heads off, BJ approaches.. BJ We’re leaving soon. RICK Cool. Not exactly the warmest send off. BJ just stands there, then-- BJ See you later.

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 BJ turns, heads back towards the moving van. Rick watches him go a beat, then calls after him. RICK Beej. (BJ turns) Want to sneak into a movie later? BJ (beat) Okay. RICK It sucks you’re moving, you know that? BJ Yeah. That’s about as good as these two friends can do with good bye. And as BJ heads out... UNDER, the slow groove of Lou Rawls’ “YOU’LL NEVER FIND/ANOTHER LOVE LIKE MINE,” carrying us to... EXT. DECKER HOUSE - BACK YARD - DAY A red clay tennis court to one side, a grassy hill leading to a small private beach on Lake Michigan beyond that. Off the patio is a sleek, modern pool. Trina swims its length with strong, measured strokes. As she tags the wall in the shallow end, Tom grabs her hand, breaking her stride. TOM DECKER I'm heading to Schaeffer’s to pick up the booze. You need anything while I’'m out? TRINA Aspirin. And a pack of 100’s. Tom grabs a towel off a deck chair, wraps it around Trina as she steps out of the pool. As she dries... TRINA What did you think of the new neighbors? TOM DECKER Nice enough. Good looking. My guess is he hit big in the market, not huge. TRINA Perhaps she inherited a fortune from her rich, dead father. 27.

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 TOM DECKER Then we’d have more in common with them than I thought. TRINA Think they’ll show tonight? TOM DECKER Why, you interested? TRINA I don’t know yet. TOM DECKER Seemed a little straight and narrow. Might be a hard sell. TRINA Easy is boring. As Trina heads in, OFF Tom watching his one of a kind wife as Lou Rawls croons on, “YOU’RE GONNA MISS MY LOVING...” INT. MILLER HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY The house is completely empty. Susan checks the kitchen drawers for forgotten items. Sees a calendar pinned to the wall peeled back to JULY 1976. The 3rd is circled in red pen: MOVING DAY! The next block simply reads: INDEPENDENCE DAY. The phone on the wall next to Susan RINGS, startling her as it echoes into the empty room. She picks up the receiver. SUSAN Hello?... Hi, Logan, looks like you get the honor of the last phone call in the old house. Hold on. Susan yells up the stairs. SUSAN Laurie?... Logan’s on the phone-- Laurie bounds into the kitchen, carrying her box of record albums. Plops it on the counter as Susan hands her the phone. LAURIE MILLER Hey, what’s happening?... We’re at the bitter end, mercifully... Laurie looks at Susan, watching and listening. 28.

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 29. LAURIE MILLER I don’t know. I can’t really talk right now... Can we figure that out later?... Because I’'m standing in the kitchen with my mom staring at me. Laurie hangs up, walks past Susan, who stops her with her arm. SUSAN What is it you think you can’t say in front of me? LAURIE MILLER Mom, can you just not, please? SUSAN No, I can’t just not. He’s an older boy, and I want to know if things are getting serious. LAURIE MILLER Logan hasn’t read a book since he left high school. He can barely hold a five minute conversation with me. SUSAN I'm not worried about the conversation. LAURIE MILLER Look, I get that I’'m the same age you were when dad knocked you up, but you don’t have to worry. I’'m smarter than that. SUSAN I know you are. I just want you kids to have happy, healthy lives. It keeps me up at night. LAURIE MILLER Don’t you have better things to do at night? On that, Bruce STEPS INTO the kitchen. BRUCE That’s everything, I sent the truck ahead. LAURIE MILLER (beat, a thought) Dad, what’s the last book you read?

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 BRUCE The last book? I thumbed through the shark parts of “Jaws,” does that count? Laurie looks at her mother, dead pan. LAURIE MILLER What do you think, Mom, does that count? Susan looks at Laurie a beat, gets her point. Then smiles at Bruce. SUSAN MILLER BRUCE BJ steps in from the hall, joins the family in the kitchen. The room seems way too cramped with all of them in there. BRUCE There you are. (pats the wall) Anyone have any final words for the old casa? (no one speaks up) Me neither. hit it. SUSAN Bruce, just hold on a second... BRUCE What? SUSAN Well, for one thing, I promised the Thompsons we’d stop by the block party for a while. I think that would be a nice way to say goodbye. BRUCE Already talked to Jill, we’re off the hook. SUSAN What did you say to her? BRUCE That we’re moving. 30.

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 31. SUSAN I'm going to check upstairs, make sure I didn’t leave anything behind. BRUCE It’s empty, I promise. As Susan heads for the stairs, she glances at Laurie. Laurie receives the message: Her mother needs a minute. BRUCE There’s nothing up there, I double checked-- Bruce sighs, follows after his wife. LAURIE MILLER Actually, dad, could you carry this for me? It’s kinda heavy. Laurie shoves her box of records at Bruce. He takes them. BRUCE I swear, between you and your mother, sometimes... And as Bruce heads off with the box, Laurie looks to BJ. LAURIE MILLER I call the room farthest from them. And with that, Laurie also makes her exit. OFF BJ, alone in the old house for the last time... INT. MILLER HOUSE - OLD MASTER BEDROOM - DAY Susan enters the bedroom, shuts the door behind her. Looks at the empty space where she and Bruce have slept for so many years. And to her surprise, she finds herself crying. Susan tries to shake it off, but the tears just battle their way out... INT. CADILLAC - DAY BJ sits next to Laurie on the white leather upholstery of a Maroon Cadillac Eldorado as Bruce fumbles through the eight tracks in the glove compartment. He chuckles when he finds the wholly appropriate song to play. BRUCE Here we go...

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 Pops it in the dash. And we hear Chicago, “SATURDAY IN THE PARK/EVERY THE FOURTH OF JULY..” LAURIE MILLER Are you trying to be ironic? BRUCE That’s your department, I just like the song. Bruce flips the safety catches on the convertible roof. A press of a button, and the top comes down, revealing... The CHESTNUT STREET BLOCK PARTY in full swing beyond the driveway. As American as America gets. A man on a MEGAPHONE announces the winner of the hotdog eating contest. The father/son three legged race is about to start... A picnic table blocks the end of the Miller’s driveway. Bruce gets out, approaches the plus sized FAMILY seated, eating BBQ. BRUCE Sorry, Jerr, gotta get my car out. The dad gives Bruce an irritated look. JERRY Sure picked a hell of a day to move. No love lost here. As they collect their plates... BRUCE Thanks. Thank you. (as they go) Jerk off. Bruce struggles to push the picnic table out of the way. ROGER THOMPSON (0.S.) Need a hand, big shot? Roger steps over, wearing his “Kiss the Chef” apron, grabs one end of the table. As the two men carry it out of the way... BRUCE You’re about the only guy I’m gonna miss around here. Wish we could take you with us. ROGER THOMPSON (as they shake hands) If you want to back out, I’ll make sure you don’t run over any babies. 32.

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 33. Bruce laughs, heads back to the car... BRUCE What the hell is keeping your mother? Bruce LEANS ON THE HORN until Susan steps out the front door, pulled together as best she can. She locks it. Takes a deep breath, DROPS the house key through the mail slot. on her way to the car, Susan’s intercepted by JILL, big eyes filled with tears... JILL This is just terrible, isn’t it? I feel so empty. SUSAN It isn’t goodbye, Jill, not really. JILL I know I'm being ridiculous. But we’ve been best friends for so long. SUSAN Nothing’s going to change that. BRUCE (calling from the car) Everybody’s waiting, Sue... Jill grabs Susan in a bear hug. JILL Call me, okay? Susan smiles and nods, squeezes Jill’s hands, then heads down to her family waiting in the car. As she gets in... BRUCE What’d I say, nothing there, huh? SUSAN MILLER (smiles for him) You were right. She puts her hand on his. He kisses her. LAURIE MILLER Can we go, please? This is so humiliating... on that, Bruce backs the car out of the driveway for the last time, while Roger clears a path behind...

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 34. In the SIDE VIEW MIRROR, SUSAN WATCHES ROGER. HE FINDS HER GAZE. She smiles warmly. He smiles back, but there’s an unexpected sense of LONGING in his look... BJ glances over to the THOMPSON HOUSE where Rick and a group of boys is now gathered in the front yard, whipping water balloons at each other. Rick raises his hand to his pal, “see you.” Roger unhitches the streamers blocking off the street, making room for Bruce’s Caddie to pass. With that, the Millers BREAK FREE from Chestnut Street, heading East towards the lake, its deep, fresh waters. And as the optimistic refrain from “SATURDAY IN THE PARK” bleeds out... FADE OUT: END OF ACT TWO

"SWINGTOWN" PILOT CBS-PARAMOUNT 2nd Draft 12/01/06 ACT THREE FADE IN: EXT. MILLER HOUSE - NEW NEIGHBORHOOD - DUSK The garage attached at the side of the house is OPEN. BJ’s inside, exploring. Finds a milk crate of dusty old sports equipment, left by the previous occupants: Badminton net, deflated soccer ball, wooden skateboard... He picks up a warped tennis racket, bounces a ball a few times. It scampers away, down the drive. As BJ chases after, he hears VOICES coming from behind the side of the house. GIRL (0.S.) We should be at the beach. Nick and those guys are already down there. SAMANTHA (0.S.) So go. BJ investigates, finds SAMANTHA and her friend AMANDA (12) digging through the Ivy near the tree directly below the bedroom facing Samantha’s house. BJ stays hidden from view. AMANDA Why do you think it’s even here? SAMANTHA Because it has to be. AMANDA Then what, we find it, and you’re just going to run away? What about the beach? Samantha ignores her, keeps searching, madly. AMANDA You’re acting as crazy as your mom. SAMANTHA Don’t say that. AMANDA It’s probably in your genetic code or something. SAMANTHA Shut up, Amanda-- 35.