Bethany creates chaos as soon as she arrives in Montana, and Lynette throws everyone out of the house.
THE FINAL WARNING
Early morning light filters through the kitchen window. Larry stands near the counter, arms crossed tightly. Bethany lounges on the couch, scrolling on her phone like nothing matters.
LARRY: “I’m telling you this one last time.”
LARRY: “If you go to Montana and cause trouble, I will cancel your flight myself.”
BETHANY: “You worry too much. I’m just going on a trip.”
IGNORED SIGNS
Larry shakes his head slowly.
LARRY: “I want peace. Not chaos.”
BETHANY: “You’re acting like I’m the problem.”
LARRY: “You make yourself one.”
Bethany smirks.
BETHANY: “Montana won’t survive without a little excitement.”
ARRIVAL
The plane touches down. Snow-dusted mountains stretch endlessly outside the airport windows—calm, quiet, untouched.
BETHANY: “Let’s wake this place up.”
LYNETTE’S HOUSE
Lynette opens her home with warmth and structure. Dinner is served. Polite conversation fills the room.
The peace cracks quickly.
LYNETTE: “Bethany, please lower your voice.”
BETHANY: “It’s not a library.”
LARRY (PHONE): “Watch your tone.”
BETHANY: “Even from miles away, you’re stressing.”
ESCALATION
Bethany mocks the rules. Questions authority. Brings up old wounds.
BETHANY: “This house is boring. These rules are ridiculous.”
The room goes silent as Lynette stands.
THE BOUNDARY
LYNETTE: “Enough.”
LYNETTE: “I opened my home with respect—and you’ve disrespected it.”
BETHANY: “So what? You’re going to lecture me?”
LYNETTE: “No. I’m protecting my peace.”
CONSEQUENCES
LYNETTE: “You need to leave.”
BETHANY: “You’re joking.”
LYNETTE: “Pack your things. Tonight.”
LARRY (PHONE): “Bethany… I warned you.”
BETHANY: “So this is all my fault?”
LARRY: “Yes.”
THE STORM MOVES ON
Suitcases scrape the floor. Doors slam. The house grows cold.
BETHANY: “You’ll regret this.”
LYNETTE: “I already regret letting disrespect stay.”
Wind howls through the Montana night as headlights turn on.
As the car pulls away, Bethany’s eyes burn—not with regret, but fury.
No one knows what she’ll do next… or how far this storm will spread.
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