Heidi and Larry is in the Hospital, ready to leave.
Heidi: Thanks Larry.
Larry: For What?
Heidi: I mean - Look , you're paid at a minimum but still you were able to support me with all the things I need . From the roof that covers our head and umm a lot more things.
Larry: It's not a /problem
Heidi: /But I think you're working your ass off too much. You leave the house by 4am and arrive at 2am. You don't even have a time to sleep in this house .
Larry: Well if I don't work then what will I feed our family.
Heidi: How about tomorrow let's have a day off huh? Let's just stay at/home and
*Larry's phone rings*
Larry: / I need to take this call
Heidi : oh ok
-In Call-
Cynthia: Hi Honey where are you? I've been trying to call you for days I mean like what's up?
Larry: Can't you see I'm /busy
Cynthia: / By the way I deposited some cash and also we're having a son ahhhh I am very excited. (To Connor) What was that honey? Oh yes. Your son is saying that he misses you.
Larry: (whispers) Why now?
Cynthia: Oh so you're not happy with the baby?
Larry: Do I look like I would love to have another kid
Cynthia : Wait what? Let me guess, are you having a kid with Heidi?
Larry: And what if I say .......
Cynthia: You're definitely gonna be hated by your dad.
Larry: Oh come on Cynthia!
Heidi overheard the conversation
Heidi grabs the phone
Heidi: Hello Cynthia
*Cynthia drops the call*
Heidi: so you're using Cynthia for money huh?
Larry: Of course not why would I/ use her
Heidi: /I mean , you don't really need to do that just for money
Larry: Ok.
Heidi: We'll be alright ok? You don't need to go to her house and act as if you guys are still together.
Larry : *nods*
Lights shift to Mr. Murphy speaking to the school principal...
Mr. Murphy: Yes, yes. I know. Phew! *he aggravates* Mrs. Waltman, my son just got Heidi Hansen pregnant! He's sure rotting with that young woman in a one bedroom flat in God- knows- where!/
Mrs. Waltman: Mr. Murphy, we are trying to contact your wife in your son whereabouts. So pelase calm down./
Mr. Murphy: Calm down? Do you expect me to calm down? My son's a baseball star. And he's about to be playing for NYU. And now, he got a poor ragdoll pregnant? Shit! Fuck!
He slams the desk...
Lights out...