Nick of Time
- R
- Year:
- 1995
- 90 min
- 514 Views
FADE IN:
INT. UNION STATION - DAY - 12:06PM
Union Station, that gorgeous fifty-year-old monument to Art
Deco/California Mission architecture. Still beautiful. Still
grand.
A sign at one of the departure/arrival gates in the main
concourse-says the "San Diegan", number 2 64, is due at 12:00.
Set above the gates, a big clock - six feet in diameter.
THE TIME -
12:
06.We see the big hand slam into "7".
A loudspeaker - you can just about understand this guy.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
Amtrack 2 64, the San Diegan, from
San Diego, Del Mar...
EXT. UNION STATION PLATFORM - DAY - 12:06PM
The "San Diegan" pulls into the terminal and comes to a slow,
grinding stop.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
...San Clemente, San Juan Capistrano,
and Irvine is now arriving at Gate
Nine.
Doors are opened. Steps set down. Passengers pour out.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
Amtrack 264 will be departing in
fifteen minutes from Gate Nine for
Oxnard, Ventura...
INT. UNION STATION - DAY - 12:07PM
A MAN and A WOMAN stand with a view of the arrival doors.
He's a blue-collar tough guy, dressed for church. She's his
beefy counterpart.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
...Santa Barbara, Lompoc...
THE GUY (MR. SMITH) checks his watch.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
...Santa Maria, San Luis Obispo...
Then he looks up to the big clock.
12:
07.The minute hand slams into the "8".
ANNOUNCER:
...and points north.
He resets his watch as DISEMBARKING PASSENGERS pour out of
the gate. PEOPLE run forward with kisses and hugs.
MR. SMITH
Look sharp.
They stand like a couple of rocks, their eyes scanning the
crowd.
MS. JONES
That one.
MR. SMITH
Nah. Hates his wife.
They're talking about a couple in their forties. She
motormouths her way across the terminal and the husband
follows with the suitcases.
WHOOSH! A couple of TEENAGE BOYS on rollerblades zip by.
MS. JONES
I hate rollerblades.
EXT. UNION STATION - PLATFORM - DAY - 12:08PM
The train.. A PRETTY SIX-YEAR-OLD GIRL (LYNN) , who is holding
a stuffed animal almost as large as she is, climbs down the
steps. She reaches the platform, looks around. From within
the train:
GENE:
Lynn! Lynn!!
GENE WATSON, thirtyish, a regular Joe in appearance and
inclination, appears above, carrying a couple small suitcases.
He takes a relieved breath when he sees her.
GENE:
Lynn, don't walk ahead of me, OK?
As he comes down the steps:
GENE:
I'm serious, honey. Don't get out of
my sight, all right? I want you to
stay right by me. Will you do that
for me?
LYNN:
Nods solemnly. GENE reaches the
platform and gives out an exaggerated
sigh.
GENE:
We made it.
LYNN nods back.
LYNN:
We made it.
INT. UNION STATION - DAY - 12:08PM
WHOOSH! A SECURITY GUARD approaches the two ROLLERBLADING
TEENS. They circle him, toss off a few taunts and roll away,
laughing.
MR. SMITH and MS. JONES continue trolling the PASSENGERS as
they come through the gate.
MS. JONES
Skate-boarders I don't mind, even
though they dress like f***in' idiots,
but when I see some pin-head on
rollerblades, I get the definite
urge to grease the grill of my car
with 'em.
MR. SMITH
Keep your eyes peeled.
MS. JONES
What about them?
MR. SMITH
Too old.
They're talking about a COUPLE IN THEIR SIXTIES, warmly
greeting each other.
MR. JONES
Him!
MR. SMITH
If you ever had an idea it would die
of malnutrition. First those blue
hairs then some Spic. Leave this to
me. I know people. It's my job. I'm
a people person.
MR. SMITH laughs at his joke.
MS. JONES
What the f*** are you looking for?
MR. SMITH has spotted someone.
MR. SMITH
I'm looking for them.
MS. JONES
Where?
MR. SMITH
Right there.
He starts walking towards the exit gate.
INT. UNION STATION -ARRIVAL CONCOURSE - DAY - 12:09PM
GENE has emerged with LYNN. They pause there, getting their
bearings. Next to them, a YOUNG COUPLE is kissing. They can't
keep their hands off each other.
GENE:
I gotta make a phone call, Lynn. Do
you see a phone?
LYNN has seen the YOUNG COUPLE. She secretly points to them,
covers her mouth, and does a "tee, hee, hee" number. GENE
laughs.
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