Unbreakable Page #6
DAVID(low voice)
When was the last time I
wore pink?
MEGAN(low voice)
years ago.
DAVID(realizing)
Oh sh*t...
MEGAN(low voice)
Matching shirt and shorts.
It was brutal.
David half-smiles as Megan turns and starts back into the guest room.
DAVID(low voice)
Goodnight Megan.
Megan looks back at her husband. Just for a moment. Then she looks down.
MEGAN(low voice)
Goodnight David.
Megan closes the door slowly shut.
FADE TO BLACK:
INT. BEDROOM - AFTERNOON
WE EMERGE in a cramped sparse bedroom.
LEGEND "1974"
A thirteen year old Elijah sits in a chair with his arm in a sling. He watches a
small black and white television in the corner of the room.
WE HEAR FOOTSTEPS. Elijah's mother walks into the room. She looks around for a
moment, and then moves to the television. Turns it off.
The room GOES SILENT.
ELIJAH'S MOTHER
No more sitting in this
room. I've let it go on long
enough.
ELIJAH:
I'm not going out anymore.
I'm not getting hurt again.
This was the last time. I
told you.
ELIJAH'S MOTHER
You can't do anything about
that. You might fall between
that chair and this
television. If that's what
God has planned for you,
that's what's going to
happen. You can't hide from
it in your room.
Elijah just sits staring at the dark television screen.
ELIJAH:
They call me Mr. Glass at
glass.
Elijah's face is tense. Unyielding. Beat.
Elijah's mother says the next words in almost a whisper.
ELIJAH'S MOTHER
...You make this decision
now to be afraid...
(beat)
And you'll never turn back
your whole life. You'll
always be afraid.
Elijah's eyes move from the television to his mother. He sees the emotion in her
face. Neither says anything for a while. Beat.
ELIJAH'S MOTHER
...I got a present for you.
ELIJAH:
Why?
ELIJAH'S MOTHER
Forget why. Do you want it
or not?
Elijah thinks it over. He nods, "Yes."
ELIJAH'S MOTHER
Well, go get it then.
ELIJAH:
Where is it?
ELIJAH'S MOTHER
On a bench, across the
street.
Elijah looks at his mother with disbelief.
ELIJAH'S MOTHER
You calling me a liar?
She points to the window. Beat. Elijah gets up and moves to the only window in
the room.
The view from his room looks out over a narrow street. On the other side of the
street is a public playground. A handful of children are playing on it.
There are three benches to one side of the swings. On one of them is a THIN
PACKAGE wrapped in brown paper with a bow on it.
Elijah looks to his mom who has joined him at the window.
ELIJAH:
Someone's gonna take it.
Beat.
ELIJAH'S MOTHER
Then you better get out
there soon.
CUT TO:
EXT. PLAYGROUND - AFTERNOON
Elijah walks across the playground. He's very wary of the other children running
about him.
He walks towards the bench with the present on it. Takes a seat. Puts the package
on his lap. It's flat. The edges of the bend down over his thin legs.
He undoes the white bow. He peels off the clear tape holding the brown paper
together. He unfolds the paper. Beat.
Elijah stares down at the single comic book in his lap.
He feels the shadow of his mother. She takes a seat next to him.
ELIJAH'S MOTHER
They'll be one of these
waiting for you, every time
you want to come out here.
Beat.
ELIJAH'S MOTHER
They said this one has a
surprise ending.
Elijah looks to his mother. His intelligent piercing eyes take her in for a
moment.
He looks back down at his lap. He opens the first page...
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. STORE - DAY
The same intelligent piercing eyes, twenty-five years older. Elijah has grown
into a handsome, regal looking man. He leans on a walking stick.
He's looking at an impressively framed charcoal sketch on a wall. Two figures are
depicted on the top of a building locked in fierce battle. One figure is
extremely muscular with a mask. The other is half human, half animal.
MAN:
This is from Fritz
Champion's own library. This
the comic book hit the
stands in 1968.
Elijah glances at the BUSINESS MAN standing next to him and then back to the
sketch.
ELIJAH:
It's a classic depiction of
square jaw of Slayer -
common in most comic book
heroes. And the slightly
disproportionate size of
Jaguaro's body to his head.
This again is common, but
only in villains... The
piece... The thing that
makes it very, very
special... is its realistic
depiction of its figures.
When the characters
eventually made it into the
magazine they were
exaggerated... as always
happens.
(beat)
This is vintage.
The business man rubs his face. Gazes at the sketch. Beat.
BUSINESS MAN:
Wrap it up.
ELIJAH:
You've made a considerably
wise decision.
Elijah starts to the back of the store which we now see is some type of art
gallery where all the framed pictures are images and sketches from comic books.
BUSINESS MAN:
My kid's gonna go berserk.
Elijah jams his walking stick into the extra thick carpet and stops. He turns.
ELIJAH:
Once again please?
BUSINESS MAN:
My son Jeb. It's a gift for
him.
ELIJAH:
How old is Jeb?
BUSINESS MAN:
Four.
ELIJAH:
No.
Elijah starts back to the businessman shaking his head strongly.
ELIJAH:
No, no, no, no no... You
need to go now.
BUSINESS MAN:
What did I say?
ELIJAH:
Do you see any Telletubbies
around here?... Do you see
clipped to my shirt with my
name printed on it?... Do
you see a little Asian child
with a blank expression
sitting outside in a
mechanical helicopter that
shakes when you put a
quarter in it?... No?...
Well that's what you see at
a toy store? Any you must
think this is a toy store,
cause you're in here
shopping for an infant named
Jeb. One of us has made a
other person's valuable
time...
Elijah's eyes pierce through the shaken man.
ELIJAH:
This is an art gallery my
friend. This is piece of
art...
Elijah points at the sketch.
ELIJAH:
This is one of seventeen
original drawings by Fritz
Champion remaining in the
world. It's value will
triple every year... This
piece is to be treasured. To
be cherished... To be
coveted by every single one
of your banker friends that
think they're better than
you.
The business man stares at the sketch with large eyes. Beat.
BUSINESS MAN:
What if I kept it?
Beat.
ELIJAH:
I'm listening.
BUSINESS MAN:
I'll keep it in my office
room.
ELIJAH:
What about Jeb?
BUSINESS MAN:
I have a lock on the door.
Elijah just stares.
ELIJAH:
Will it be near a window?
BUSINESSMAN:
on it.
Elijah eyes the man for many seconds. Beat.
ELIJAH:
Come back in three days.
I'll think about it.
Elijah starts to the back. He passes the front door as two customers walk in.
Elijah talks over his shoulder to them.
ELIJAH:
We're by appointment only.
MAN:
I received a card from your
store.
ELIJAH:
Congratulations, you have a
mailbox... The sale isn't
for two weeks.
MAN:
This one was under the
windshield of my car.
Elijah turns and faces the customers for the first time. David Dunne stands with
Jeremy.
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