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1 ext. city street - day 1
Downtown L.A. Noon on a hot summer day. On an EXTREME LONG LENS the
lunchtime crowd stacks up into a wall of humanity. In SLOW MOTION they
move in herds among the glittering rows of cars jammed bumper to bumper.
Heat ripples distort the torrent of faces. The image is surreal,
dreamy... and like a dream it begins very slowly to
dissolve to:
2 e
affection?
- The worlds run by sex ads. - Take out your own ad, l guess.
An ad?
Look at me. lm a grown woman wearing a prom dress.
l look like an over-the-hill Barbie doll. And its too tight.
- l want something in my colour. - Maids of honour dont wear black.
- Why arent you wearing make-up? - l am wearing make-up.
- Youd look good with a perm. - Like Shirley Temple on crack.
Where is she? She ca
affection.
T.J.
Were goin. Get some sleep,
Detective Keegan. You got a new job
tomorrow.
CUT TO:
INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
MIKE is holding TOMMY asleep on his shoulder.
ELLIE appears, completing the family portrait.
MIKE
(a whisper)
Think I should put the skateboard in
bed with him?
ELLIE
Too kinky.
MIKE smiles and climbs the stairs.
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INT. MIKES BEDROOM - NIGHT
ELLIE in the bathroom, the door open,
affections than I do.
The most important journey of your Iife...
will be to find her.
Nicholas had a younger sister, Kate.
Here she is again.
And here.
Goodness, how it goes.
For their father,
these children were a divine burden.
Never had money meant less to him...
and never had he needed it more.
His wife said:
Speculate.
Since it was well known
that Mr. Nicklebys brother, Ralph...
many years h
heat from the chimney.
Heres a book about Africa. You read
this, youll forget youre hungry.
Dont worry. Im used to it.
Now, come on.
- Whats wrong?
- I lost my doll.
Sorry, I dont have any dolls.
Why not?
Well, me and my wife
didnt have any children.
Where is your wife? Did
they put her on a train?
No, they shot her!
Under a tree.
Dont ask me what kind of
tree. I didnt bother to ask.
Time for sle
affect our bottom line.
Well, wouldnt it just be better
to close the plant?
It looks like a lost cause to me.
Yes, but Marketing wants to cross
our branding in the youth demo...
...with the adult protein craze with
Rocket Bars, protein snacks for kids.
Now, we can use
the existing facility...
...but well have to automate it
to produce the new line...
...downsize production,
reduce the workforce b
heat I
think.
He nods, satisfied. He turns on the radio as the VOICE OF
DINAH WASHINGTON sings a bluesy, haunting love song, "ILL
CLOSE MY EYES."
DINAH WASHINGTON
(SINGS)
"ILL CLOSE MY EYES... TO EVERYONE
BUT YOU... AND WHEN I DO... ILL SEE
YOU STANDING THERE..."
(CONTINUES)
RICHARD
(surprised)
What station is this?
FRANCESCA
Its a Chicago station. I found it
the other day.
RICHARD
Kinda pr
Heat em up!
Marks!
Let them go!
Cofi!
Cofi! Cofi, come here!
Fucking dog!
Hello, seora.
Hows he been?
Better. The fever broke.
Susana, I cant watch him tomorrow.
Why?
I have to help my sister move,
and go to the market.
Seora, give me a break!
I have a match final. Ill iron tonight.
No.
Leave the kid with your mother.
My mother?
Just this week. Then Ill work it out.
No.
I raised my children,
now
Downtown L.A. Noon on a hot summer day. On an EXTREME LONG LENS the lunchtime crowd stacks up into a wall of humanity. In SLOW MOTION they move in herds among the glittering rows of cars jammed bumper to bumper. Heat ripples distort the torrent of faces. The image is surreal, dreamy... and like a dream it begins very slowly to...
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. CITY RUINS - NIGHT
Same spot as the last shot, bu
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