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INT. ALEXS BEDROOM - LATER
The storm has ceased. The room is QUIET.
As if itself a presence, CAMERA CREEPS across the dark and motionless room
TOWARD Alex, sleeping soundly. CAMERA CRANES DOWN to the level of the bed
until Alex is in the f.g. and the room is visible behind him.
On the rear wall, the Fighting Colonials pennant begins to flutter slightly,
as if affected by the moving breez
later--and exits.
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INT. HALLWAY PAST KITCHEN - MORNING
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Paul slips to the back door unnoticed. Identical red plastic
rain ponchos line the wall on pegs. He helps himself to one
and eases outside, making good his escape.
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EXT. NURSING HOME - ESTABLISHING - MORNING
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Nestled in a valley of wooded hills, a drizzly mist rolling
over the treetops.
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Paul appears f.g., coming up the ridge in hi
later, Tim?
Can I do you later?
I need a beer!
I cant believe...
- I went out with him.
- You went out with him.
Jinx! 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, cant say
a thing till I say...
Come in.
- Oh, hi. Hi, Jamie.
- Hey, Dusty.
I was hoping
Id find you here.
I didnt know
you played guitar.
L-I r-really...
I really want to be a famous musician.
And, um,
I wrote you a song.
He wrote me a song!
Thats so cute.
Its call
buckled it shut
with a big leather strap.
Twice, within one hour...
I did the very same job.
Once to Hoess...
once to my suitcase.
Both jobs felt about the same.
Yeah.
I, Howard W. Campbell, Jr.,
am an American by birth...
a Nazi by reputation...
and a nationless person
by inclination.
I am awaiting a fair trial for
my war crimes by the state of Israel.
I was born in Schenectady, New York,
on Feb
buckle down.
Ive got two weeks to submit
my scholarship assignment.
Its my only chance to get into
Rhode Island School of Design.
Its summer.
Were high school graduates now.
Its time to reap the rewards of four years
of hard, grueling, mind-expanding work.
-Whats this word?
-Your last name.
Georgina Williams.
The assignment is supposed to be
an illustrated love story.
What do I know about love?
I