FADE IN:EXT. INTERSTATE I-87 - DAYThe leaves are falling off the trees. The colors of fall givelife to the New England countryside.RYAN ALEXANDER (17) is in the back seat of an aging sedan,looking out the window.His parents, GEORGE ALEXANDER (40s) and MAMIE ALEXANDER (40s)sit in the front seat. A truck and an old, fat-tired bike are tied to the roof ofthe car.EXT. WAKEFIELD, NEW HAMPSHIRE - DAY A small blue collar neighborhood near the coast. Turn-of-the-century colonial homes, sidewalks, large grass lawns, a trainstation, your everyday necessity shops. A children'splayground and park. A pizza place. A bike shop. A couplerestaurants and a vintage luncheonette.BICYCLISTS, JOGGERS, PEDESTRIANS and MOPED RIDERS line MainStreet, in the center of town.Yellow wooden arrows point toward the school grounds. Theyread: WELCOME WAKEFIELD STUDENTS.Just around the corner from the remarkable school arches andvast grounds in the background is the old run down shady bar("THE PEN") near the corner of the street. The HOMELESS andDRUNK hang around outside with their paper bagged bottles andflasks.The car with Ryan inside comes to a red light.INSIDE THE CAR:George fidgets in his second-hand suit and tie; he's holdingthe wheel tight, his head tics slightly.George turns to Mamie, who is turned in her seat to stare atRyan.MAMIEThey're going to love you here,honey.RYAN(pulling at his clothes)Nn-nn-nn. It's hot in here. Nn-Nigg-Negro, Nake I mean.