I Am Sam Page #19

For a moment, Rita's mask drops and her fear for Sam

overwhelms her.

RITA:

Absolutely.

SAM:

Nobody believed that George Harrison

could really be a song writer. But he

wrote "Here Comes the Sun". John and

Paul said it was one of the best songs

on ABBEY ROAD.

RITA:

(tenderly)

George was always my favorite Beatle.

SAM:

Lucy's was Paul.

INT. RANDY AND BILL'S BEDROOM - 2 A.M.

Randy and Bill are asleep when Randy senses something. She

opens her eyes and sees Lucy staring at her.

LUCY:

Now.

RANDY:

What honey?

LUCY:

Now. I want to see him now.

INT. SAM'S BEDROOM - 3:30 A.M.

We see Sam sleeping in bed. There's a KNOCK at the door.

Sam wakes with a start, throws down the covers.

We see that he's wearing the Armani suit. Sam opens the door

to see Randy standing there, holding a sleeping Lucy in her

arms.

RANDY:

She fell asleep on the car ride over. I

was gonna turn back and tuck her in to

her bed...with the pink canopy...and the

quilt I made...But I was afraid she'd

wake up at our house...

(fighting the ache in her soul)

...and want to come home.

Sam looks at Randy with profound compassion.

RANDY (CONT'D)

I was gonna tell the judge that I could

give Lucy the kind of love she never

had. But I would be lying.

SAM:

I hope I hope I hope that you're saying

what I think you're saying even though

you're not saying it.

Randy nods and hands the sleeping Lucy into Sam's strong

arms. For a moment they BOTH HOLD LUCY between them in the

most unique embrace. Randy finally lets go and struggles to

say goodbye.

RANDY:

Goodnight. I'll see you in court. Save

me a seat...on your side.

Randy walks away. Stunned, Sam watches her, holding Lucy in

his arms. Then, from a very brave place:

SAM:

Randy! If I tell you I can't do it

alone, will you tell the judge?

RANDY:

(turns gently)

No.

SAM:

Promise?

RANDY:

Promise...

SAM:

I've looked and looked for a mother for

Lucy.

Help, I need someone, help, not just

anyone. You're the red in Lucy's

painting.

ON RANDY:

So unexpectedly bonded to them both.

EXT. SOCCER FIELD - DAY

A glorious sunny day. Lucy and her team are in the middle of

a fierce game. A foul is called when we hear -

SAM:

Penalty! Rules broken. Penalty,

please!

Sam, wearing a UNIFORM and whistle around his neck, walking

his inimitable walk, races up the field, COACHING THE TEAM.

Ifty, Robert and Brad sit in the bleachers. Robert, in

sunglasses, paranoid, looking behind him. Brad follows

around an attractive YOUNG WOMAN as close as he can get to

her. Sam runs by the water stand, manned by Randy and Bill.

They share a look - a moment of intense parental pride. Lucy

and a kid named PHILLIP go after the ball.

OBNOXIOUS MOM:

Get her! Phillip, you get her!

ROBERT:

I saw that! You gave him a secret

signal! Didn't you?

IFTY:

Keep both eyes on the ball, Lucy - balls

are round - on sale at Kmart. The earth

is a ball, too...

Phillip steps in front of Lucy and shoves her as hard as he

can. Sam blows his whistle repeatedly and races over.

SAM:

Penalty! Repeat! Rules broken!

Penalty!

RITA (O.S.)

Penalty?! Sue him! Kick his ass outta

the game!

It's RITA! With Danny - hollering from the stands.

ON LUCY:

Looks over at her father. Sam does every coaching gesture,

and referee hand signal from every sport known to man. It

looks like a bizarre TWYLA THARP DANCE.

ON LUCY:

She does it right back at him. Their secret code. The code

that will bind them for the rest of their lives.

ON THE CROWD AND PLAYERS

All watching. What the hell was that? Sam blows his

whistle.

SAM:

Play ball! Play ball!

The game heats up. Lucy's team gets the ball and is headed

toward the goal. Sam is running right alongside them, so

excited, until he can't hold himself back anymore and

intercepts the ball! Sam runs valiantly down the field with

it! We hear "Here Comes the Sun"...

Little darlin', it's been a long, cold lonely winter. Little

darlin', it feels like years since you've been here. Here

comes the Sun...Here comes the sun...And I say, "It's

alright..."

And the CREDITS ROLL.

FADE TO BLACK.

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