TEXT: Trey: I'm your big brother. If I don't teach you this, who will? (He smashes the car window with a crowbar) Ryan: I don't know, Trey. Trey: Quite being a little bitch, get in! Ryan slams the driver side door and runs around the back of the car. Trey: Yeah, let's go! Trey: Get in! Come on, let's go Ryan! Ryan hesitates at the door, but when he sees the cop car back up and when his brother starts to leave, he hops in. Trey. Yeah! You should see your face, man! The cop car chases after them and starts bumping into the back of their car, trying to get them to stop. Ryan: No, no, no, no, no! The car slams into a wall and the cops get out of their cars, walking towards them. Police: Hands up! Get them up! On the dash where I can see em. Let's go! [SCENE_BREAK] Cut to Ryan being walked to the visiting room. He's handcuffed. A man sits at the table, doing paperwork when Ryan gets there. Sandy: Ryan. Sandy Cohen. The court's appointed me your public defender. Ryan sits down. Sandy: You could do worse. You okay? They treating you all right? Ryan: Where's my brother? Sandy: Uh, Trey is over 18. Trey stole a car; Trey had a gun in his pants, an ounce of pot in his pocket, a couple of priors. I'm guessing right now, Trey's looking at three to five years. But Trey's not my concern. This is your first time in lockup. I'm assuming you don't plan on coming back. Your grades...are not great. Suspended twice for fighting, truancy three times...(hopeful) your test scores, 98 percentile on your SAT I? Ryan, 98 percentile, if you start going to class, are you thinking about college? Ryan snorts. Sandy: Have you given any thought at all
SUMMARY:
Just after Ryan escapes jail time and is kicked out by his mother, his attorney, Sandy Cohen, brings him home, to the dismay of his wife, Kirsten. Ryan meets their son, Seth, and other Newport teenagers who lead him to trouble, making Kirsten think again about letting Ryan stay in their home.