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SINS OF THE FATHERS
PAGE ONE, IMAGE ONE:
CLOSEUP (CU) OF A SNOWGLOBE BEING HELD
IN A HAND.
A
SMALLER HAND IS BELOW, WAITING TO RECEIVE IT.
PAGE ONE, IMAGE TWO:
MEDIUM
CLOSE UP (MCU) OF THOMAS AND BRUCE, SMILING AT EACH OTHER.
IN
THE MIDDLE, SITTING IN A ROCKING CHAIR AND READING,
MARTHA
GLANCES AT THE FATHER & SON
AND
SMILES TO HERSELF.
PAGE ONE, IMAGE THREE:
REPRISE
OF PREVIOUS SHOT,
BUT
NOW THE THREE ARE STARTLED
AND
LOOKING TOWARDS CAMERA.
CAPTION
ONE: BZZZZZZZZZZZ! (Or other mechanical-sounding noise.)
PAGE ONE, IMAGE FOUR:
LONG
SHOT (LS): A REVERSE, LOOKING AT WHAT THEY ARE LOOKING AT
(MARTHA IN MIDDLE OF FOREGROUND, BRUCE &
THOMAS)
WHICH
IS A PHONE ON A TABLE WITH A LAMP NEXT TO IT.
PAGE ONE, IMAGE FIVE:
OVER-SHOULDER
SHOT (OS): BACK OF THOMAS’ HEAD,
MARTHA
FACING HIM. SHE LOOKS ANNOYED.
PAGE ONE, IMAGE SIX:
REPRISE
PREVIOUS SHOT, SHE IS NOW LOOKING DIAGNOLLAY
TOWARDS
THE CORNER UPPER LEFT CORNER OF FRAME,
WHERE
WE SEE AN INSET OF A CLOCK.
CAPTION
TWO, Bruce’s thoughts: “It was her way of telling him she thought it was too
late for phone calls without having to say the words in front of me. But I knew
what the look meant all to well. Even at that age.”
PAGE ONE, IMAGE SEVEN:
REPRISE
IMAGE THREE, BUT THOMAS IS GETTING UP,
MARTHA
STARING DAGGERS INTO HIS BACK, AND BRUCE LOOKING WOUNDED.
PAGE ONE, IMAGE EIGHT:
CU
OF THE SNOWGLOBE STILL HELD IN THOMAS’ HAND.
PAGE ONE, IMAGE NINE:
OS
OF MARTHA, LOOKING DOWN ON HER BOOK.
PAGE ONE, IMAGE TEN:
CU
OF DESK BY HER SIDE, SHE DROPS THE BOOK DOWN WITH A “THUMP!”
HAVING
LOST THE MOOD FOR READING.
PAGE TWO, SPLASH.
THOMAS’
FINGERS HAVE GONE NERVELESS IN SHOCK,
THE
SNOWGLOBE FALLS TO FLOOR.
PAGE THREE, IMAGE ONE:
BRUCE
LEAPING FORWARD FROM THE FLOOR TO CATCH IT,
HANDS
SPREAD LIKE A CATCHER DIVING FOR A BALL.
PAGE THREE, IMAGE TWO:
SNOWGLOBE
CRASHES TO THE FLOOR.
PAGE THREE, IMAGE THREE:
BRUCE
FALLS FLAT ON BELLY, LUCKILY NO GLASS GETS ON HIM.
PAGE THREE, IMAGE FOUR:
CU
OF MARTHA’S HAND GRIPPING BRUCE’S ANKLE FIERCELY.
PAGE THREE, IMAGE FIVE:
CU
OF THOMAS, LOOKING TOWARD HIS WIFE AND SON,
ALMOST
READY TO WALK BACK TO THEM.
PAGE THREE, IMAGE SIX:
CU
OF PHONE AS IT RINGS AGAIN.
PAGE THREE, IMAGE SEVEN:
THOMAS
WAYNE HOLDING PHONE TO SIDE OF HIS HEAD,
MOUTH
OPEN ABOUT TO SAY SOMETHING, BLANK WORD BALLON.
AS
HE IS INTERRUPTED.
PAGE THREE, IMAGE EIGHT:
REPRISAL
OF PREVIOUS SHOT,
THOMAS
NOW CLOSE-MOUTHED AND LISTENING.
PAGE THREE, IMAGE NINE:
THOMAS
HANGS UP, VISIBLY SHAKEN.
Dialogue One, older Bruce: “I remember
that night most because I could have caught that. It was one of the last
gifts my father would have given me. At the time, I felt betrayed by mother
didn’t let me to do so. Ruining what would have been the perfect
catch. It didn’t occur to me until five years later that she had actually
been the one to make the perfect catch that day.”
PAGE THREE, IMAGE TEN:
ALFRED,
SITTING WHERE MARTHA HAD SAT YEARS BEFORE.
BRUCE,
GROWN, SITTING ON THE FLOOR
WHERE
HE’D BEEN SITTING THAT NIGHT.
PAGE
THREE, IMAGE ELEVEN:
CU
OF BRUCE, HALF-SMILING.
Dialogue Three, Bruce: “I learned how to catch from my mother, how to make an exit from my father on that night, and I now realize I learned much of my intuitiveness from you.”
PAGE THREE, IMAGE TWELVE:
CU
OF ALFRED, FROWNING.
Dialogue
Four, Alfred: “I do so regret teaching you how to use a YoYo at times…”