EXT. WEEKI WACHEE SPRINGS PARK - DAY

JAKE, 14, skinny and pimply, stands in an usher’s uniform. He grips a spray hose in one hand, and looks uncomfortable. Behind him is what looks like a run-down theme park: a hot- dog stand, some green space, some benches.

Jake comes to the foot of --

EXT. DOCK

A narrow dock that projects out into a body of water. The water is ringed with trees and, at one end, a low building with a sign featuring giant painted mermaids. Jake shifts nervously at foot of the dock.

SEYMOUR (O.S.)

Y’alright, Jake?

Jake turns to see SEYMOUR, 65, in work gloves and dirt-stained jeans -- he’s been pulling up weeds. He’s got a kindly face and coke-bottle glasses.

Jake nods -- unconvincingly.

JAKE

Mr. Fussell asked me to spray down the dock -- Al’s out sick.

SEYMOUR

I seen you tend to avoid the water.

JAKE

Used to swim pretty good. I just -- had a bad experience.

SEYMOUR

I got it, kiddo. Don’t worry.

Seymour takes the hose and walks out along the dock, spraying it down. Jake sighs with relief.

INT. MERMAID THEATER ENTRANCE - DAY

Jake and Seymour stand by the door, now in usher’s uniforms.

A FAMILY of four approaches, the father holding out the tickets. Jake tears them.

MAN

Where should we sit for the best view?

JAKE

(hesitates)