sad.
I read your book times
that month,
and I finally realised what
I wanted to do with my life.
I want to be a writer.
Ive been writing ever since.
Its all I ever do.
All day and all night sometimes.
It was hard to get going,
but once I did, I couldnt stop.
Im like a machine,
and nothing else matters.
- Guys, Im selling my board.
- No!
I dont have time to surf.
- I need to focus on my writing.
-
intensely blue.
Suddenly, he catches his breath and dives -- into the
blue.
??
UNDERWATER
JACQUES touches bottom. Clamps his legs around a rock to
hold himself down. Unhurried, thoroughly at home, 40 feet
under... he opens the plastic bag. A huge speckled moray
eel appears in a hole in the rock, slithers toward him.
The carnivores jaws are bigger than the boys head.
The boy smiles at him. Pulls a
intense embrace. Bob weeps openly.
JACK (V.O.)
Bob had bitch tits.
PULL BACK to wide on...
INT. CHURCH MEETING ROOM - NIGHT
Men are paired off, hugging, talking in emotional tones.
Near the door, a SIGN on a stand: "REMAINING MEN TOGETHER."
JACK (V.O.)
This was a support group for men with
testicular cancer. The big moosie
slobbering all over me was Bob.
BOB
Were still men.
JACK
Yes. Were men. Me
The remorseless drought had lasted now for ten million years, and would not end for another million. The reign of the terrible lizards had long since passed, but here on the continent which would one day be known as Africa, the battle for survival had reached a new climax of ferocity, and the victor was not yet in sight. In this dry and barren land, only the small or the swift or the fierce could
sad sack stuff.
CHUCK
Its not a vacation, its private
school.
WILL
I thought this was your dream come
true.
CHUCK
Thats not why hes sending me.
WILL
Why then.
CHUCK
Because it looks good.
Chuck looks out, yearning. Will considers him, troubled.
CHUCK
Im just not like you. Ya know?
Im never going to go to Yale. Im
never going to be "William".
WILL
Nobody says you have to be like me.
CHUCK
He does.