Walking Tall
INTRO:
Inspired by a true story.
We home in on a boat coming in to shore. Off walks a man, he
is carrying a backpack and wearing shades.
EXT. TOWN
He walks through a town, passing various stores and the general
bustle of the people there. He notices a baby in a pram left
out on the sidewalk, then sees the mother is in an alleyway doing
what looks like a drug deal.
EXT. LUMBER YARD
Chris reads a closure notice on the door. A police car rolls
up.
SHERIFF WATKINS:
How ya doin'?
CHRIS:
Ok. When'd the mill close?
SHERIFF WATKINS:
Ahh 3 years this August. If ya lookin
for work you might wanna try Aberdeen,
that's the closest mill work you're
gonna find around here.
CHRIS:
That's too bad.
SHERIFF WATKINS:
Nah just simple economics. Y'know we
have a really nice casino here, the
wild cherry. You wanna make some money
maybe you wanna go on down there and
try your luck at the blackjack tables.
CHRIS:
Nah I don't think so. Thanks.
Chris turns around and the sheriff notices his name on a bag.
SHERIFF WATKINS:
You're Chris Vaughn?
The sheriff chuckles and steps out of the car.
SHERIFF WATKINS:
Well hell, I know all about you Chris.
I know your folks, I'm sheriff Stan
Watkins.
They shake hands.
CHRIS:
How ya doin.
SHERIFF WATKINS:
Ralston get outta the car, you're lookin
at a real soldier here pay some respect.
RALSTON:
Welcome home soldier.
CHRIS:
Thanks.
SHERIFF WATKINS:
Here Chris, (opens the back door) We'll
give ya a ride up to your folks.
CHRIS:
Nah I'm fine thank you.
SHERIFF WATKINS:
I insist.
CHRIS:
I'll walk.
SHERIFF WATKINS:
Hey it's my pleasure.
CHRIS:
It's ok.
SHERIFF WATKINS:
I won't take no for an answer (jokingly
reaches for his gun). HEY! Get in the
car.
Chris raises his hands and the sheriff chuckles.
SHERIFF WATKINS:
Did I scare ya with that one?
CHRIS:
Lil bit.
SHERIFF WATKINS:
Ya. Let's go.
INT. POLICE CAR
SHERIFF WATKINS:
You were gone a while huh?
CHRIS:
8 years. Harstad was sheriff back then.
SHERIFF WATKINS:
Harstad, yeah. Sad story. About 5 months
back he fell asleep at the wheel and
uhhh... hit a tree. Good man, good man
and a good sheriff.
CHRIS:
Thanks for the ride.
SHERIFF WATKINS:
No problem, and uh Chris (hands him
a piece of paper). It's election month...
I'm your man.
Chris takes the paper and smiles. He walks up the lane toward
the house, a simple white building clad in wood. A lady dressed
in a police uniform comes out.
MICHELLE:
Can I help you?
Chris laughs.
MICHELLE:
Lil' brother.. You come over here and
gimme a hug.
They laugh together.
MICHELLE:
You look great.
CHRIS:
What is this?
MICHELLE:
Hey, I couldn't let you be the only
one looking good in uniform. Hey ma!
Chris is here!
CHRIS:
What's with the tent? (points to a tent
set up on the lawn).
MICHELLE:
Oh, that's for Pete.
CONNIE:
Look at you!
CHRIS:
How ya doin!
Chris hugs his mother, Connie. A man slowly emerges from the
front door.
CONNIE:
How long do we have ya for?
CHRIS:
For good. I'm home.
CONNIE:
Really? You're not kiddin.
CHRIS:
No.
They hug again.
CHRIS:
Hey dad.
DAD:
Welcome back.
INT. KITCHEN
The family are eating takeaway.
CONNIE:
I wish you would have told me you were
coming I would've cooked.
CHRIS:
This is great.
MICHELLE:
So what are you gonna do now that you're
home?
CHRIS:
Well I was planning on working at the
mill, your letters never mentioned that
it was closed.
CONNIE:
We didn't wanna bother you with our
problems when your father got laid off.
DAD:
I got my business, you saw the furniture
outside.
CONNIE:
I substitute at the elementary school,
Michelle pitches in. We try to keep
things simple.
A kid walks in.
MICHELLE:
Pete! This is your Uncle Chris.
CHRIS:
Hey Pete.
MICHELLE:
Sit down, say hello. Last time he saw
you you were barely walking.
PETE:
And now I'm camping.
MICHELLE:
I said you could sleep on the couch.
It was Chris' room first.
CHRIS:
Your tent's gonna take on water. I could
show ya how to rig it.
PETE:
Doesn't look like it's gonna rain to
me Colonel.
MICHELLE:
Pete, cmon sit down, have somethin to
eat.
CHRIS:
First of all I was a sergeant. I worked
for a living.
PETE:
Did you ever smoke anybody?
CONNIE:
Pete!
MICHELLE:
Pete!
PETE:
Y'know, Papa's still got your gun locked
up in the garage. Think you could teach
me how to shoot?
CHRIS:
I figured that'd be scrap metal by now
dad.
DAD:
No, I'm still hoping that you'll melt
that thing down on your own.
CHRIS:
Sorry Pete.
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