MALE VOICE (CONT’D)You sure you ain’t got any friendsfrom school you could be playin’ with?Davey turns a plaintive face to the man.DAVEYSorry, Dad.Dad smiles sadly as well, returns attention to the road.EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE -- LATERThe truck pulls in.INT. TRAILER -- LATERDad leads Davey into the trailer.CHUCK, looks up from the computer on his small, littereddesk, not too happy to see the child again.DADHe won’t make a sound, Chuck, just watch TV like he did yesterday.Chuck nods and shuffles some papers around.Davey has taken up his station on the old, ratty couch. Hisdad ruffles his hair.DAD (CONT’D)Be good.The boy nods as his dad leaves. He leans over to turn on thelittle black and white portable TV on the end table, andsends a few soda cans crashing to the floor.Chuck looks up reproachfully. Dave sheepishly puts the cansback and watches the TV with muted volume.He steals a glance at Chuck, who has also looked over, thetwo of them being only a few feet apart...CHUCKYou hungry or something? We gotsome biscuits with jam and honey...He ruffles through the pile of crapon his desk, holding up a white fast food bag. He looks in it.