Angel Eyes Page #20

SHARON:

I was trying to help him... come

back to some kind of life. I...

ELANORA:

But he was coming back. Do you

realize how much he changed in the

past weeks? His apartment, his

life, his music is coming back.

He fell in love! He even got a

job, Sharon --for you. For the

two of you. Isn’t that coming

back? Why do you have to rush?

Everybody has to rush these days.

Sharon, battered by the truth of this, is totally exposed

now, realizing, admitting.

SHARON:

I was scared. I push so hard...

when I’m scared.

ELANORA:

Scared of what?

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SHARON:

Losing him. So I did. I lost

him. He won’t talk to me. I... I

didn’t know what I was doing.

Elanora sighs, looking at her, and her anger drains away,

studying Sharon’s misery.

ELANORA:

You were finding your way. What

else can we do? You think I’m

always sure what to say to him,

what not to say? I do what I

think is right and hope he sees

the love in it.

She shakes her head at Sharon’s tears, her warmth showing

now, liking this girl.

ELANORA:

Look at you --so worried now, so

miserable. That’s the love in it.

SHARON:

Did I... make it worse for him?

ELANORA:

I don’t know. I really don’t.

But I think he’ll see the love in

what you did.

Sharon stares, without much hope. She puts out her hand

to touch Elanora’s, to say goodbye. Elanora takes her

hand and holds on a moment, staring into the girl, with

strength. Sharon nods and walks off, dark and sad.

Elanora watches her go.

INT. SHARON’S APARTMENT -DAY

It’s the next day, and Sharon is preparing to go to her

parents’ renewal of vows. She is at the bottom --with

Catch gone from her life --but she is doing her best to

go through with this.

We START ON a table, looking at the invitation and next

to that is a wrapped gift. We hear Sharon moving about,

see her nervous, half-dressed, speaking to herself. In

the b.g. we hear our TRUMPET-BASED MUSIC. Very soulful.

SHARON:

I just came by to... wish you

well. To... congratulate you and

wish you well. Sh*t.

(CONTINUED)

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CONTINUED:

She checks the mirror again, doesn’t like the look,

starts undressing, comes back to the table with the gift

on it, wonders if she should add more decoration to the

box. She does, and as the trumpet plays on we -

CUT TO:

SHARON:

dressed differently, re-wrapping the gift and then -

CUT TO:

SHARON:

dressed differently, rewrapping it again and then -

CUT TO:

SHARON:

sitting still in a chair, holding the gift on her lap,

looking at the clock, nervous, scared, sad.

EXT. STREET -DAY (SAME DAY)

Catch is walking down a commercial street --no Bob-thedog,

no strolling gait. He is focused, deep-eyed, on a

mission of some kind. Our MUSIC CONTINUES over this and

on into...

EXT. STREET -DAY

The MUSIC CONTINUES over Sharon driving to the church,

parking, taking a deep breath, exiting the car. There is

no one else outside the church. The ceremony has already

begun. She’s planned it that way. She enters the church

as the MUSIC FADES OUT.

INT. CHURCH -DAY

As Sharon comes in quietly. The church is not full, but

perhaps 50 people sit in the front pews, watching the

ceremony at the altar: The priest, Mr. and Mrs. Pogue,

altar boys. Sharon moves forward and slips into a pew a

few back from the altar. The slight disturbance of

people sliding over to let her in causes a few people to

glance over.

(CONTINUED)

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One of them is Kathy. They trade a brief, nervous nod.

Then Kathy whispers to her husband...

KATHY:

She came.

We see Larry grow tense and angry.

KATHY:

Don’t say anything. Think of your

parents.

Larry doesn’t look at Sharon. The little boy, looking

fine in a tiny suit and tie, and being bored, leans to

look at his aunt.

Sharon and Larry, Jr. trade a look. She winks, then

settles back in her pew, watches.

ON ALTAR:

We get our first look at Sharon’s FATHER, Carl Pogue, 62.

Standing beside his wife, a rather big, stolid guy, taken

with the moment, both he and his wife emotional over

this. He wears a hearing aid. The priest is speaking.

ON SHARON:

watching with a mix of feelings as the mass continues and

the vows are renewed, the priest reciting the rituals.

EXT. STREET -DAY

The PRIEST’S VOICE from the church plays over this scene,

invoking the blessings, saying the prayers of the mass as

we watch Catch continuing his mission, slowing his steps

now and pausing at the entrance to the Welston Memorial

Chapel. He hesitates. We see the price he’s paying and

the determination. He walks through the gate.

EXT. CHAPEL GROUNDS -DAY

He walks into a courtyard of several small buildings in a

garden setting --all red brick and ivy, fountains and

flowers. He is fighting his way through this, moving

closer to one of the buildings. He is nearly alone on

the chapel grounds, and, as he reaches the sheltered wall

of this building, he is alone.

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CONTINUED:

This is a wall of bronze vaults within the bricks, and on

each vault is a plaque --a name. His breath shivers in

his body as he struggles to lift his eyes. Slowly, his

gaze comes to rest on a name: "LAMBERT."

As he stares, the PRIEST’S VOICE from Sharon’s church

FADES OUT, and we are left with silence. Catch is

shaky,. He takes a step closer to the wall, to the name,

to them --and he tries to speak, but can’t. He tries

again --his voice intimate, just above a whisper at

first.

CATCH:

Annie. Chet. I don’t... want you

to think I forgot about you. It’s

just that I... I couldn’t find

you.

(pause)

I woke up, and you were gone.

Everything was gone. It all

just... disappeared. In one

minute. I couldn’t remember that

minute. I lost it. It took me so

long to find it. I think I found

it all now. I used a calculator.

I did. I figured it out. You

know... we get about 1400 minutes

a day and so I figured it out. I

was 33 years old and three months

and eight days, so it was... I’ve

got it here...

He fishes a piece of paper out of his pocket. His hand

is shaking as he reads a number off the paper.

CATCH:

It was minute number 17 million

eight hundred ten thousand, two

hundred... or so.

He puts the paper away.

CATCH:

That’s the one I lost. And...

when I lost that minute, I guess I

tried to lose it all, all the

memories --because they hurt. I

tried, but... I couldn’tdoit.

We -

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FLASHBACK -INT. VAN

to that minute and, for once, we go in order and play out

each piece of it. We see Catch driving the van, his wife

ANNIE beside him. His son Chet is in back with his

grandparents, Elanora and her husband. The boy is a bit

whiny, pouty.

We INTERCUT the flashback WITH -

CATCH:

at the grave, struggling through this.

CATCH:

Chet... you weren’t feeling so

good, remember? It was your

birthday, and you ate too much.

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