Angel Eyes Page #19

EXT. BUILDING -DAY

This is the "Wellston Memorial Chapel and Mausoleum."

The sign is on one of the brick pillars. The iron gate

is open. He can’t walk in there. He just can’t. He

walks away quickly, as if escaping.

EXT. POLICE BUILDING PARKING LOT -NEXT DAY

The new shift of cops is heading for its cars --Sharon

and Robby, Ray and Sanchez, others. The mood is relaxed,

teasing talk, but Sharon is way down. She tries to push

her mood away and tough through it.

RAY:

Rib House after shift today?

4:
30?

ROBBY:

I think I’ll head home.

(CONTINUED)

106.

CONTINUED:

RAY:

Pogo? Bring your friend.

SHARON:

No, I think I’ll turn vegetarian.

RAY:

Gotta have that meat to keep your

strength up.

SHARON:

How come it’s not working for you?

There is a scattering of laughter --almost by rote --as

Sharon enters her car without even the hint of a smile.

Robby notices. She just punches up the CAD monitor, all

business. Our TRUMPET MUSIC comes in, aching now, and

takes us into...

INT. SHARON’S APARTMENT -NIGHT

She is exercising on the machine, sliding into her

crunches, fast and furious, but all the pain and sorrow

is in her eyes, and in a moment she just stops. The

TRUMPET MUSIC KEEPS GOING ON through this. She looks

over at the phone.

INT. CATCH’S APARTMENT -NIGHT

We PAN OVER Bob-the-Dog, watching something. We see a

few scattered sheets of music lying about, hearing

RUSTLING, and we ARRIVE AT Catch, seated on the floor,

shuffling through a stack of sheet music, driven, looking

for something. The PHONE RINGS. He ignores it. He is

opening up each chart of music, shaking it out,

searching.

Sharon’s voice comes on his machine, almost hollow with

sorrow.

SHARON (V.O.)

Catch. Can you... pick up?

(pause)

Will you call me?

He keeps searching, seeming to not even listen. The

MACHINE CLICKS OFF. He shakes the next music chart and

something falls out. He stares at this piece of paper,

picks it up, slowly turns it over. It is a picture of

himself, a man blowing a horn, drawn in crayon by a four

or five-year-old. Catch stares at this with a depth that

goes on forever, as the MUSIC ENDS.

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EXT. STREET -NEXT DAY

Sharon and Robby are rolling to a stop in a strip mall

parking lot, exiting their car. No rush. She’s still

very downbeat. As they walk from the car, he keeps

glancing at her, concerned for her.

ROBBY:

Pogo...?

She puts up a hand to brush all the words away. She

can’t talk about it. She pushes through it by doing the

work.

SHARON:

Which store is it?

ROBBY:

The little market there. They

came through a back window last

night. Mostly vandalism...

They walk on, but as Sharon reaches the sidewalk, a

little child, three years old or so, toddles out the door

of a shop. A SKATEBOARDER is rattling along, and Sharon

makes a grab for the child, taking his arm gently...

SHARON:

Whoa...

... and pulling him to safety as the Skateboarder passes

by shouting...

SKATER:

Sorry!

And now the WORRIED MOTHER is emerging from the shop...

WORRIED MOTHER:

Oh, God, thank you. Billy!

She picks up her boy, walks back into the shop. Sharon

stands there --as it all blooms inside of her, rocks

her, really, this little act, evoking Catch, who he is,

what he said and what he means to her. Robby is a few

steps ahead, waiting for her, but she can’t move yet,

looking around her now at the people walking among the

shops and cafes. She picks one. She catches the eyes.

She gives a brief smile. The smile is answered, shyly,

kindly, the person moves on.

ROBBY:

Pogo?

She doesn’t move for a moment. Then she turns to Robby.

(CONTINUED)

108.

CONTINUED:

SHARON:

There’s something I have to do. I

need an address and phone.

ROBBY:

What’s the name?

SHARON:

Elanora Chu.

Robby looks at her, then nods, giving her this.

ROBBY:

Let’sdoit.

They walk back to the car.

EXT. UPSCALE RESIDENTIAL STREET -DAY

We see Sharon walking quickly from her police car to the

front of Mrs. Chu’s home. Robby waits in the unit.

EXT. CHU HOME -DAY

Sharon walks under that covered portico to the front

door, but before she rings the bell, a voice startles her

a bit.

ELANORA (O.S.)

Pogo?

Mrs. Chu emerges from the shadows of the portico, rolling

her wheelchair toward Sharon. She has a smile for her -but

with some reserve.

SHARON:

I’m Sharon Pogue. I know all

about the...

ELANORA:

Elanora.

Sharon nods, very held back. She gestures toward the

wheelchair self-consciously.

SHARON:

I’m sorry for... what happened. I

know about the accident.

ELANORA:

(hopeful)

He told you?!

(CONTINUED)

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CONTINUED:

SHARON:

No. I found out, and... I

remembered. I was there.

ELANORA:

Oh. Yes.

Sharon stares a moment, begins with some of her tough

cover in place, over her emotions.

SHARON:

I guess he comes here a lot --to

talk to you.

ELANORA:

He shops for me. Twice a week.

SHARON:

Oh. And when he comes here --he

never mentions the past, never

talks about the accident?

ELANORA:

No.

SHARON:

And you... let him do that? All

this time? Why?

ELANORA:

It’s what he needs.

SHARON:

Walking all over the city like...

ELANORA:

Like an angel. Yes. Sweet man.

SHARON:

But... you let him get so lost.

Elanora is a bit defensive now.

ELANORA:

I let him find his own way through

it. Why did you come here,

Sharon?

SHARON:

Because... I want to know how to

help him.

ELANORA:

You are helping him.

(CONTINUED)

110.

CONTINUED:

SHARON:

I don’t think so.

ELANORA:

Why not?

SHARON:

He... he was paying me back, I

guess, for the accident, for

helping him. That’s why he

felt... so close to me. But...

ELANORA:

Is that what you think?

SHARON:

But now he probably hates me.

I...

ELANORA:

What happened?

SHARON:

I took him to the cemetery, and...

ELANORA:

The cemetery!

Elanora’s look darkens and she begins to shake her head

in worry.

SHARON:

I thought it might help him...

come back, you know? But he

wouldn’t even go in. He screamed

at me.

ELANORA:

(upset)

What made you take him there?

SHARON:

For the truth...

ELANORA:

He knows the truth.

SHARON:

But he won’t even say it, or...

(CONTINUED)

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CONTINUED:

ELANORA:

That’s his way. That’s his way

through all this. He made a wall

--around that whole day, that

night --other things, too. He

keeps them behind the wall --his

little boy, my daughter. He can’t

help it. The cemetery?! Do you

know how hard it is for me to go

to the cemetery? Can you imagine?

Sharon is shaken by this, realizing, crumbling a bit as

Mrs. Chu goes on.

ELANORA:

That’s where it stares you in the

face --the loss. And it’s too

much sometimes.

Elanora takes a breath, acknowledging how upset she is.

ELANORA:

See? I’m still finding my way

through it. And Catch --it

almost kills him to think about it

or say it or drive a car or see

the place where it happened or...

go by the cemetery.

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