Frequency Page #4

JULIA:

You didn't marry Donna Reed.

FRANK:

I'd go with you and Chinese take-out over

her any time.

And he turns her around and they start to dance as Frank

sings along to Elvis, badly.

FRANK (CONT'D)

(singing lyrics)

Caught in a trap, I can't walk out,

because I love you too much b-b-baby.

We follow the music as it drifts out into the YARD where we

can SEE Johnny and Gordo looking in at the weirdness.

JULIA:

How was your tour?

FRANK:

The usual.

Frank spots Johnny and Gordo staring at them. He winks at

the boys and swings Julia into a Fred Astaire dip.

JULIA:

(loaded)

Butch called.

FRANK:

Did he?

JULIA:

He did.

FRANK:

It was under control, Bud. Butchy's just

getting tight in his old age.

JULIA:

Nothing wrong with old age, Frank...long

as you get there.

With a laugh, Frank drops Julia into another dip. As the

music fades, we...

EXT. SULLIVAN HOUSE - DUSK

CLOSE ON:
BICYCLE TRAINING WHEELS lying on the sidewalk.

Johnny is precariously perched on his fire engine red

BICYCLE. He wears a police badge and a whistle around his

neck. Frank stands beside him, holding on to the bike seat.

We're on a quiet side street next to house. It's the last

light of the day.

Hold on Johnny's eyes...fear.

FRANK:

Okay, start pedaling.

JOHNNY:

Daddy put the wheels back on. I'm gonna

fall.

FRANK:

Don't think about falling, just keep

pedaling.

JOHNNY:

Daddy, I'm scared.

FRANK:

C'mon, Chief, show some guts.

Johnny takes a gulp of air, doesn't want to disappoint his

father, nods okay.

He starts pedaling. Slowly moving forward. Frank holds on

to the seat. Frank's still hanging on - jogging along side.

FRANK (CONT'D)

I'm gonna let go!

Frank let's go. Johnny's pumping those little six year-old

legs, but he starts to wobble out of control -- CRASH!

Johnny starts to cry, quickly gets up and runs back to the

house. Julia comes out of the kitchen door. Johnny runs

into her arms.

FRANK (CONT'D)

Don't quit on me now, Chief.

Johnny tears himself from Julia's arms, runs inside.

Frustrated, Frank lights up another cigarette.

JULIA:

Don't be so tough on him Frank, he's six

years old.

(softer)

He just needs to know you're right there

behind him.

Frank takes a deep drag on the butt. Steps onto the YARD and

stares up at the starry night.

ANGLE ON UPSTAIRS WINDOW

INT. SULLIVAN HOUSE - JOHNNY'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS

JOHNNY'S POV:
Frank standing in the yard, wishing on a star.

Johnny looks up at the sky and makes a wish of his own.

PULL BACK & PAN UP TO STAR-STREWN SKY, CAMERA RACING TOWARDS:

EXT. OUTER SPACE - CONTINUOUS

Countless points of light blaze across vast blackness. A

luminous blue sphere floats peacefully below EARTH. We are

22,000 miles away in geosynchronous orbit.

MULTI-BILLION DOLLAR PIECE OF HARDWARE drifts into and fills

the frame - 1 1960's COMMUNICATION SATELLITE, NASA & HUGHES

logos affixed to the glistening aluminum hull.

All is still for some moments. But then a sound disturbs the

quiet of the cosmos. It's coming from the horizon. From

something that looks like a hole in the fabric of space.

Bright streaks of starlight swirl around into that hole.

And slowly the satellite begins drifting towards it - pulled

in by some invisible force.

FOLLOW THE SATELLITE AS IT IS SUCKED INTO THE VORTEX.

INT. SPACE ANOMALY - CONTINUOUS

We look through the ripple of warped space-time. As if

holding a lens to one eye, we glimpse two earths at once --

two identical North Americas. The two earths turn

slightly...

EXT. SULLIVAN HOUSE - DUSK - 1998

THROUGH the screen door, we are CLOSE ON A MAN'S FACE,

staring out... JOHN F. SULLIVAN, 35. John's eyes tell us he

needs more than just a shave and a good night's sleep. This

man has demons. Right now he is LOOKING OUT AT:

SAMANTHA TAYLOR, 33. A knockout. Dark blonde hair, piercing

blue eyes. Not happy. She jams a suitcase into the back

seat of her car and starts back for the house.

JOHN:

So, that's it, Sam? You're just walking

out?

INT. SULLIVAN HOUSE - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

Samantha strides in past John towards a washer/dryer.

SAMANTHA:

I've been walking out for the last six

months. You didn't notice...or care.

She grabs clothes from teh dryer and exits to...

INT. SULLIVAN HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

...towards a stairway beyond, John not far behind.

JOHN:

Fine, go ahead and save the whole world,

Sam.

(sipping his beer)

You don't gotta worry about me.

SAMANTHA:

Damn you. I tried. But you wouldn't

help me.

INT. SULLIVAN HOUSE - MASTER BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

Samantha steps into the bedroom to an open suitcase and

travel bag. She starts jamming the clean clothes into the

suitcase and then begins to close the case and bag.

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