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Loving
1
EXT. SMALL FARMHOUSE - NIGHT 1
Crickets. A spring night in rural Virginia.
MILDRED(18) seems nervous. Her eyes cast down. She’s
beautiful. A slender, light skinned black woman. High
cheekbones hint at a mix of Native American ancestry.
She picks her head up and takes a deep breath. Her big brown
eyes are soft in the light of the front porch.
MILDRED:
I’m pregnant.
RICHARD(24) listens. He’s a white man with close cropped
blonde hair and a dark neck burned from working outside.
He takes in the information.
A smile breaks across his face, revealing a mouth full of
crooked teeth. He quickly draws his lips over them,
swallowing the smile. He’s shy, self-conscious of the teeth.
He begins to nod, a more reserved smile coming through.
RICHARD:
Good. That’s real good.
At this, Mildred’s shoulders drop with relief.
They sit close to one another on the front steps of a one-
story wood planked house.
It’s 1958. They are young, but a rural working life makes
them seem older than their years.
Richard takes her hand. She leans into him.
An ominous SOUND grows in the distance. A rumbling like
thunder. It builds.
2
EXT. DRAG RACING STRIP - DAY 2
The chassis on an early 50’s Chevy rocks back and forth as
gas charges through the idling motor.
VIRGIL(25) continues to rev the car as he steals a glance at
his competition, another bulked up American machine primed to
explode off the starting line.
Virgil is a mustached black man with thick eyebrows. He
wears a bowler hat and clinches a toothpick in his teeth. He
catches the OTHER DRIVER’s eye, a white man. Virgil smiles.
2.
A Man snaps a rag into the air.
Tires smoke. Rubber streaks the asphalt as the cars light
out down the strip.
Richard pops off the hood of a parked car and tracks the
race. He’s part of a GROUP gathered on the dirt swath that
borders the track.
Mildred is with her sister GARNET(20), a woman of similar
features and beauty. The Group of seven is made up of blacks
and whites. Most hold cans of beer. All follow the race.
The two cars race neck and neck, their chrome bumpers
straining for the lead. Virgil’s car manages to pull ahead.
Standing by Richard are RAYMOND(20), a thick-necked black man
who is easy to smile when not sweating a race, and PERCY(25),
a tall man who watches more than he talks. At Virgil’s car
taking the lead, Raymond’s hand comes up.
RAYMOND:
There goes.
The other Driver leans into the wheel as if to aid his
chances, but it doesn’t help.
Virgil manages a car length lead as he tears across the
finish line. He yells and punches at the roof.
Richard’s arm flies up, but he’s silent. Raymond lets out a
whooping sound before swinging out his massive palm which
Richard meets with a slap. The Group cheers behind them.
Richard walks back to Mildred, but on his way...
RICHARD:
Timing’s still off ‘bout two
degrees.
RAYMOND:
Looked fine to me.
(to Percy)
What you think?
PERCY:
I think we won.
Mildred runs up and gives Richard a big hug.
3.
3 EXT. DRAG RACING STRIP - DAY - LATER 3
Virgil and Percy stand in front of the other Driver and his
CREW, all white, as the Driver counts a stack of cash out and
places it in Virgil’s outstretched bowler hat.
VIRGIL:
Now that’s just fine right there, I
told them ‘bout ya’ll that you boys
have ya’ll’s, yes keep on now, you
boys have a fast car right there
but ya’ll is fine to let us race
wit you.
Virgil’s words come out in a jumble, making their meaning
nearly imperceptible though their intention is clear.
The money counted, Virgil sets the cash filled hat on his
head and nods at the other Driver. He cuts a smile at Percy
before they turn back to join their own group.
The disgruntled men rest against their beaten car. Their
attention is not on Virgil’s collection, but rather on
Richard and Mildred across the track.
Richard holds Mildred close, kissing her proudly. The Crew
just stares across at them, visibly seething.
A4 EXT. SHOTGUN SHACK - NIGHT A4
A hillbilly house party in full swing.
A few cars come and go, but most are parked in an array
around the yard. People spill out of the tiny house.
4 INT. SHOTGUN SHACK - NIGHT 4
The shack is brimming with bodies, thick smoke and booze.
Laughter and shouts fill in amidst fast paced fiddles, banjo
and upright bass pounding out a bluegrass stomp.
The crowd is mostly black, though a few whites are mingled
throughout. Many look to be Native American.
Richard, his arm around Mildred, clutches a beer and
struggles to shout his point into Raymond’s ear. An
inaudible reply from Raymond brings a red faced gut laugh
from Richard. Percy looks over to see what was so funny.
Virgil bumps through the crowd half dancing while carefully
balancing his jar of clear liquor. He bows the drink to
Mildred, but Garnet’s hand swoops in to take it.
4.
Garnet wags a finger before taking an eyebrow raising sip at
the stout stuff. She eyes Mildred, who smiles back at her.
Virgil pulls Garnet up to dance not forgetting to reclaim his
drink. He proceeds to dance in a way that spreads the crowd.
Mildred nudges Richard.
They laugh watching their friends dance, happy in this place.
Mortar is thrown onto a brick and buttered with a jointer
before another brick comes down on top. It’s a rhythmic
task, done with precision.
Richard stands in front of a growing wall amongst several
OTHER MEN laying brick at a bustling job site.
BRICKLAYER:
Damn Richard. Slow down.
Richard smiles to himself. He finishes out his course of
bricks and quickly gathers his tools. Walking away...
RICHARD:
All right now.
BRICKLAYER:
Where you goin’?
Richard doesn’t answer. He moves toward a collection of cars
parked nearby.
6 EXT. UNCULTIVATED FIELD - LATE AFTERNOON 6
A light breeze moves through full summer leaves shading a
hillside. Grass bends in a low-lying field down below.
Richard’s feet move heel to toe, counting out a length.
Still in his work clothes, he pauses and stares out at the
field down below before finally turning to Mildred.
Time has passed since seeing her last. A growing belly shows
six months of her pregnancy. She watches him curiously.
RICHARD:
Do you like it?
MILDRED:
Like what?
5.
RICHARD:
Right here. This spot.
MILDRED:
You mean this field?
RICHARD:
Yeah.
MILDRED:
This field not a mile from my house
that I’ve been knowin’ all my life?
RICHARD:
Yeah.
She c*cks her head at him, puzzled by this.
MILDRED:
Yes. I like it.
Richard breaks away and faces the lower field again.
RICHARD:
I’d put the kitchen back here.
MILDRED:
Richard stop this. I don’t know
what you’re sayin’.
RICHARD:
I bought it. This whole acre. I’m
gonna build you a house right here.
Our house.
Mildred is speechless. Her eyes wander over the ground as if
seeing it for the first time. She barely notices Richard
move close, taking her hand.
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