Page 38 of Beneath the Fame

(rolls eyes.)

Let me guess—that was your Uncle Jude?

Shannon

He says not to call him that. Just Jude. Or Killer Jude.

Kami

I bet he does.

(Pulls phone from pocket to text something ugly to Jude.)

Don’t call him that dumb shit, okay?

Shannon

Uncle Silas said that too.

Kami

’Cause Silas actually has some fucking sense. Let’s go ahead and head out though—don’t you have homework for Ms. Maxwell?

Shannon

(frantically shakes head.)

Kami

(sucks teeth.)

You can’t bullshit a bullshitter, lil’ mama.

Shannon

How do you know that’s what I’m doing?

Kami

Context clues.

(Her phone vibrates—it’s a middle finger text from Jude.)

Come on, we gotta go.

Shannon

Did you ever meet my mom?

Kami

Rae? Yeah, I met her. We didn’t get along.

I loved scenes like this.

Even the set was just…doing it for me.

We weren’t on location for this one, but the show’s design team had either built out an old school ice cream shop or found one from another project to clean up for our purposes.

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