GIRL is waiting opposite the exit to the Métro station. Across the way, a FAMILY catches her eye. The DAD, MOM, SON and DAUGHTER are clearly tourists and not very experienced ones. THEY are all wearing huge backpacks that protrude out at least a foot, irresistible to pickpockets, and aren’t mindful of their surroundings. THEY are staring intently at the Métro map, trying without success to understand it.
GIRL considers helping them but something about the DAD makes her reconsider. Just as GIRL has decided to watch the scene play out, DAD approaches the station agent.
Two AH-dult, two childs.
SON pulls on DAD’s shirt hem. DAD looks down, annoyed.
But, Dad. You don’t speak English.
Anger flashes across DAD’s face and it appears to GIRL that, just for a second, DAD considers slapping SON across the face.
You shut up! I don’t want him to know! Shut up!
DAD turns back to the AGENT, trying to understand how much he has to pay. The AGENT repeats himself twice and then finally points to the monitor facing DAD. DAD mumbles something unintelligible and swivels his head around, looking for the MOM.
Once HE’s located HER, HE snaps his fingers impatiently as MOM digs around a backpack and pulls out some money.
The transaction finished, the FAMILY moves to the Métro entrance and begins the process of trying to figure out where to put the tickets.
GIRL looks away because she doesn’t like scary stories or ones about domestic violence and she suspects that this story is going to end in a way she doesn’t like.