127 Hours Page #24

ARON:

No, he looked like my cousin

Charlie but way too young... and I

didn't know why but I knew he was

mine and that this was what lay in

front of me.

He looks at her.

Pause.

She doesn't say anything.

ARON (CONT'D)

But it's not going to be you, is

it?

RANA:

No Aron, it's not.

ARON:

(HE KNOWS)

OK.

Rana leans over and tenderly kisses his cheek.

RANA:

You know, everyone who cares for

you, a little bit of them dies each

time you go back.

Before he can work out how to answer she breaks the door

open.

79.

RANA (CONT'D)

Let's go hero. If they do The Fly

first and we miss it we'll never be

forgiven.

EXT. CONCERT. NIGHT.

The concert explode into life.

THE POP SONG PLAYS OVER:

` A man will rise, A man will fall...

INT. UNDERWATER. DAY.

His face pushing for the surface. He surges up and out of the

water, to cling by his elbows on the side of the pool. No

prosthetic.

SONG CONTINUES OVER:

...From the sheer face of love

Like a fly from a wall'

CUT TO:

EXT. POOL. DAY.

There in front of him on the grass by the pool is the same

sofa as in the canyon. On it and around it, his friends and

family, including Rana. There's so many of them they fill the

screen. Tucked deep into the sofa, is his son giggling away.

They smile, simple, silent support for him. He looks right

back at them.

THE END:

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