Larry’s Room — Evening
The room is tense and silent. Larry stands near the window, his expression cold and furious. The door slowly opens. Brooke steps inside. Larry turns. The moment he sees her, his face hardens with anger.
LARRY: What are you doing here?
Brooke looks at him without showing any fear.
BROOKE: I came back home. Is that a problem?
Larry stares at her, clearly struggling to control his temper.
LARRY: A problem?
He lets out a bitter laugh.
LARRY: You have some nerve coming back here after everything.
Brooke folds her arms.
BROOKE: Don’t start acting like you’re some innocent victim. You always make everything my fault.
Larry takes a slow breath. His anger grows.
LARRY: I don’t want to argue with you.
BROOKE: Then don’t.
A tense silence fills the room. Larry looks at Brooke with disbelief.
LARRY: You walk into my room, talk to me like this, and then expect me to stay quiet?
BROOKE: What else am I supposed to do? Stand here and listen to you insult me?
Larry steps closer. His voice becomes sharper.
LARRY: Enough.
Brooke rolls her eyes.
BROOKE: Oh, please. You think you’re so powerful just because you can shout at everyone.
Larry clenches his jaw. He is visibly furious now.
LARRY: Go pack your things.
Brooke looks at him, surprised.
BROOKE: What?
LARRY: You heard me.
He points toward the hallway.
LARRY: Go pack your things and get out of here.
Brooke’s expression changes from surprise to anger.
BROOKE: You can’t be serious.
LARRY: I’ve never been more serious in my life.
Brooke takes a step toward him.
BROOKE: This is my home too.
Larry immediately shakes his head.
LARRY: Not anymore.
Brooke stares at him.
BROOKE: So that’s it? You’re just throwing me out?
LARRY: Yes.
His voice is cold and final.
LARRY: Why did you even come back home?
Brooke looks away for a moment before turning back toward him.
BROOKE: Because I had every right to come back.
Larry’s anger reaches its limit.
LARRY: I don’t need you.
Brooke’s eyes widen.
LARRY: I don’t need you in this house. I don’t need your arguments. I don’t need your attitude.
He points toward the door.
LARRY: Leave.
Brooke refuses to move.
BROOKE: You don’t get to order me around.
Larry looks at her in disbelief.
LARRY: You are still doing this?
BROOKE: Doing what?
LARRY: Making everything difficult.
Brooke’s voice becomes louder.
BROOKE: Maybe if you actually listened to me, we wouldn’t have these problems!
Larry turns away, trying to calm himself. But Brooke continues.
BROOKE: You always think you’re right. You never care about what anyone else feels.
Larry slowly turns back. His expression is filled with anger and exhaustion.
LARRY: You’ve made my life unbearable.
Brooke scoffs.
BROOKE: Oh, now I’m the problem?
LARRY: Yes.
A heavy silence. Larry walks toward the closet.
LARRY: Pack your things.
Brooke follows him with her eyes.
BROOKE: I’m not going anywhere.
Larry stops. He looks at her.
LARRY: Don’t test my patience.
Brooke steps closer.
BROOKE: What are you going to do?
Larry says nothing. His eyes remain fixed on her. Brooke continues arguing, refusing to back down.
BROOKE: You think you can just throw me out whenever you’re angry?
Larry reaches for Brooke’s bag. He picks it up and places it near the doorway.
LARRY: I’m done arguing.
Brooke tries to stop him.
BROOKE: Put that down!
Larry ignores her.
LARRY: This ends tonight.
Brooke becomes even more aggressive with her words.
BROOKE: You’re unbelievable!
Larry turns toward her.
LARRY: And you’re making this worse.
He grabs the bag and walks toward the hallway.
BROOKE: Larry! Come back!
Larry keeps walking.
Hallway — Continuous
The argument echoes through the house. Larry reaches the main entrance. He opens the front door. Cold evening air rushes inside. Brooke stops a few feet away. For a brief moment, both of them remain silent. Larry looks at her one last time.
LARRY: Leave.
Brooke’s expression hardens.
BROOKE: You will regret this.
Larry doesn’t answer. He holds the door open and gestures toward the outside. Brooke grabs her bag. She steps toward the entrance, still furious. Larry moves aside, giving her space to leave. Brooke walks through the doorway. She turns back.
BROOKE: This isn’t over.
Larry looks at her without emotion.
LARRY: For me, it is.
Brooke stares at him. Larry closes the door. The sound of the lock echoes through the quiet house. He stands there for a moment, breathing heavily. His anger slowly turns into exhaustion. Larry looks toward the empty hallway. Silence. He finally walks away from the door.
Larry’s Room — Moments Later
Larry returns to his room. The argument still seems to hang in the air. He sits on the edge of the bed. His face is tense, but his eyes reveal something deeper than anger. Regret.
He looks toward the door.
LARRY: I can’t keep living like this.
He lowers his head. Outside, Brooke stands near the gate with her bag. She looks back at the house. For a moment, her anger fades. She looks hurt. Then she turns away. Larry remains inside.
Two people separated by a closed door. Neither one willing to take the first step toward reconciliation. The house falls silent.
The door had been locked for barely a minute, and already both of them wanted to knock — neither one would be the first.