Angel Eyes Page #3

While she is talking, Catch is staring deeply at the boy,

who is shy. Catch almost speaks to the boy, wants to,

goes halfway to a smile --but the sight of the kid stirs

that layer of darkness in Catch. He nods a good-bye to

the mother and is about to go. She thinks about this, as

he is turning, and pushes through her remaining caution

to say...

CANDACE:

Y’know, we were just baking

nectarine bars because the peaches

weren’t ripe. Ever had a

nectarine bar?

He smiles and seems to want to stay, but he is already

retreating. His contact goes only so far --and no

further.

CATCH:

Sorry. Gotta be going.

And with one more glance at the boy, he walks to his

apartment, unlocks it and steps in.

11.

INT. CATCH’S APARTMENT -NIGHT

He walks into a bare living room --no chairs, tables,

lamps, nothing on the walls. He walks into a spotless,

never-used kitchen and flips on the light, opens a

drawer.

In the drawer is a collection of kids’ toys, some found,

some purchased, mostly plastic figures. The action of

opening the door has started some battery-operated

animals moving around in there. Now from his pocket he

takes the plastic superhero he just found and drops it in

and closes the drawer.

He walks back into the living room. He sits on the

floor, leans back against the wall, his clothes still

soaked from the rain. He stares at his thoughts, looking

a bit numb --and lost.

EXT./INT. DRY CLEANERS SHOP -DAY

Sharon is just leaving with a clean uniform on a hanger

in a plastic bag. It’s a neighborhood place where

alterations are done. As she is leaving, an older woman

is just entering. This is MRS. VANDER, beaming at

Sharon, a real talker.

MRS. VANDER

Sherry!

SHARON:

Hi, Mrs. Vander. You’re looking

good.

MRS. VANDER

Oh, you just wait. I splurged.

She is pulling a new blue dress out of a shopping bag.

MRS. VANDER

It’s for the church and the party.

It’s just a little too long.

SHARON:

Looks great.

MRS. VANDER

Y’know, I cried over the

invitation --just imagine me in

church.

(laughs)

It’ll be so good to spend time

with you.

(CONTINUED)

12.

CONTINUED:

Sharon forces a smile --but is mystified. Mrs. Vander

is walking to the counter and pausing to say...

MRS. VANDER

You know Dan and I renewed our

vows last year. I bet that’s

where your mom got the idea.

SHARON:

Their vows?

MRS. VANDER

Your mom and dad --the

ceremony...

Mrs. Vander realizes what’s going on and stammers on,

sympathetic and embarrassed.

MRS. VANDER

Oh, well... y’know, I just got

that invitation a few... just now,

so I’m sure you’ll...

SHARON:

Oh, yeah. We’ve had... there’s

been some problems with the mail

in our building, so... I’ll

probably get it today.

They’re both covering like mad, both realizing Sharon’s

been left out.

SHARON:

So, I guess I’ll see you.

MRS. VANDER

Sure, honey. I’ll see you there.

Sharon leaves --Mrs. Vander staring after her, feeling

bad. As Sharon walks away, we see her forced smile die,

replaced by an old pain and darkness.

EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET -DAY

Robby and Sharon’s unit pulls up at a house remodel with

a sign marked "POGUE CONSTRUCTION." Sharon exits the car

and walks onto the site, moves toward a man who is both

carpenter and supervisor on the job. This is her

brother, LARRY POGUE, 29. They are not comfortable with

each other --an old wound. He gives her a wary nod.

She’s trying a little harder, being a bit more friendly.

We can sense the strain.

(CONTINUED)

13.

CONTINUED:

SHARON:

I didn’t see his truck, so...

LARRY:

He’s not here.

SHARON:

How you doing?

She touches his shoulder as she says this, a friendly

gesture, a reaching out. He doesn’t respond, only

shrugs.

LARRY:

I’m okay.

SHARON:

Kathy and the boy? Bet he’s big

now.

LARRY:

Growin’ fast.

SHARON:

Is he looking more like you now -or

did he get lucky?

She has broken through a bit and they both smile a brief,

wry smile.

LARRY:

He’s got Kathy’s looks and brains

and my strong back. You should

feel his grip.

(pause)

You just passing by?

She looks about.

SHARON:

Place is coming along nice. The

octagon window. Dad’s signature.

But Larry’s look stays on her, wondering what’sonher

mind.

SHARON:

Look, Larry, I shouldn’t have to

hear it from Mrs. Vander --about

what’s happening.

He turns back to his work now as they speak,

uncomfortable.

(CONTINUED)

14.

CONTINUED:

LARRY:

What’s happening?

SHARON:

(hurt)

So you really weren’t going to

tell me? Nobody was going to tell

me? Mom and Dad renewing their

vows, the church, the party. Mrs.

Vander is all excited. She bought

a new dress. It’s blue.

LARRY:

We’re workin’ on Dad. We think

you should be there. We told him.

SHARON:

Mom told him?

LARRY:

We mentioned it.

SHARON:

He’s holding out, hah?

LARRY:

You want to come?

SHARON:

It’s my family. Jesus, Lar. It’s

over ten years, and he won’t let

go of it.

LARRY:

You two were always head to head.

SHARON:

For good reason. Remember?

LARRY:

Let’s just leave it.

She stares, then...

SHARON:

You’re still scared of him.

Pissed, he throws his hammer down on the plywood, turns

to her.

(CONTINUED)

15.

CONTINUED:

LARRY:

I don’t think it’s a good idea you

coming around here in uniform.

People see it, they think we’re in

trouble here.

SHARON:

Nice seeing you, too.

She walks away. He frowns, picks up his hammer, goes

back to work.

ON STREET:

As Sharon walks towards the car, she sees a van

approaching and she holds up a hand to Robby and calls

out...

SHARON:

Two more minutes.

And she walks toward the oncoming van, which is parking

now.

EXT. VAN -DAY

The van is driven by KATHY, Sharon’s brother’s wife.

Beside her in a car seat is LARRY, JR., four years old.

Sharon comes to the rolled down window on the driver’s

side. She has a warm smile for Kathy and the child.

Kathy smiles, too.

KATHY:

Hi! Look --it’s your Auntie

Sharon.

SHARON:

Hey, Champ, my God, look how big.

She has a special affection for the boy --who is

subdued, but he smiles a small one for his aunt. She

takes one of his hands and they shake in mock formality.

LARRY JR.

Hi.

SHARON:

Ow! You hurt my hand with that

grip. Whew.

(CONTINUED)

16.

CONTINUED:

She shakes her fingers, and he smiles a bit more. Sharon

reaches in and rubs his head in a mock knuckling move.

He laughs. She smooths his hair, affectionately.

KATHY:

We’re bringing Larry his lunch.

Hey, it’s good to see you. It’s

been awhile. What?

Sharon is staring at Kathy’s badly bruised ear.

KATHY:

Oh, I went boom into a low shelf

--chasing after him of course.

(nodding to the child)

How’re you doing?

Sharon pulls her eyes off the bruise to meet Kathy’s look

--and connect.

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