Detritus; “Feeling, INSIDE-OUT.” #scriptdick
EXT. LOG-CABIN – MONTANA – DAY
BACK ON EARTH ONE WEEK.
Log-cabin, Hummer parked in driveway near a waterfall and river.
Waterfall and river near the log-cabin.
EXT. RIVER – MONTANA – DAY
John and Tony sit in a small boat, both have a fishing-pole in hand. John sits expressionlessly.
Daylight fills the morning sky.
John, expressionless, stands in the boat. He shows Tony how to hold a fishing-rod, how to cast. He turns to Tony, fishing-rod in hand. Tony looks at the fishing-rod.
JOHN
“When the line tugs. That means you got one.”
O.S.(off screen) Libby barks.
John and Tony turn to the river bank. Libby runs back and forth, barks at Tony and John.
JUST THEN
Tony’s fishing-line tightens. His eyes widen. He firmly grips the fishing-pole with both hands.
TONY
“Sir, I caught a fish! Look Sir, I caught a fish!”
John turns to Tony who holds his fishing-line with a small fish on the end.
JOHN
“Good.”
EXT. CAMPFIRE – NEAR LOG-CABIN – MONTANA – NIGHT
John and Tony sit around the fire. Tony appears tired, John is expressionless. Libby lays nearby, pants, appears happy. John turns to Tony.
JOHN
“My name is John. Call me, John.”
Tony appears to listen carefully.
TONY
“John, I would like to chop wood.”
LIBBY
“Bark.”
John, expressionless, turns to Tony.
JOHN
“Tomorrow.”
EXT. RIVER-SIDE – NEAR LOG-CABIN – MONTANA – DAY
John sits alone on a big rock at the rivers edge. He appears reflective.
EXT. RIVER – MONTANA – DAY
John and Tony, Kayak on the river.
John leads in his kayak, approaches turbulent waters with a drop off.
John navigates ahead of Tony in his kayak, he approaches a drop off, spins his kayak to a stop.
Tony in his Kayak in calm water next to a fast flowing current.
Turbulent waters suck Tony’s kayak into the fast flowing river, shoots his kayak out over the drop off. Tony’s kayak spins around uncontrollably in the rapids.
John quickly kayaks over to Tony.
INT. LOG-CABIN – MONTANA – NIGHT
Tony lays on the couch on his back. His right arm is wrapped from his wrist to his elbow with white gauze, blood stained at the bottom.
John sits shoe-less in a cloth wing-chair, stares away expressionlessly, turns to Tony.
JOHN
“less pain, same, or more?”
Tony lifts his bandage-less arm, moves his hand side to side.
JOHN
“Same, huh?
Tony nods.
JOHN
“Your strong. You’ll be fine.”
Tony closes his eyes, falls asleep. Libby lays on the floor near Tony, pants peacefully.
EXT. LOG-CABIN PORCH – MONTANA – NIGHT
John stands alone on the log-cabin porch.
He looks up at the stars, closes his eyes for a moment.
VISION OF MORGAN IN JOHNS HEAD
JOHN
“Where are you?”
