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Nowhere by JonahPritchett

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									                            Nowhere
                              By
                      Jonah Pritchett




© Green Vinyl Productions      First Draft - August 2010
Jonah Pritchett 2010
All Rights Reserved
ON BLACK
                     AUGUST (V.O.)
                (appearing on the screen)
           The following is a true story. Or
           at least, I wish it was.

INT. APARTMENT - DAY
We fade in. To AUGUST GRAYSON. A wannabee. A wisher.He
stands, looking at pictures of his friends and family. The
entire room is filled with film related artifacts and
pictures.
                     AUGUST (V.O.)
           I came into this world a failure.

A calender. MARCH 1989. The calender falls of its nail.
                     AUGUST (V.O.)
           In the middle, I am a failure. But
           hopefully, that will change.

Another calender. March. The fifteenth is circled. 21 is
inscribed onto the 4x4 square where events are supposed to
be written.
                     AUGUST (V.O.)
           Everyone has a story. A beginning,
           middle, and end. The beginning and
           middle may be the best and most
           significant, but I like to look at
           it as the end being the most
           memory-filled. Maybe that’s because
           it’s all you can remember.
August walks to the front door of his apartment, and opens
it.


EXT. SAN FRANSISCO - DAY
He begins to walk down the street, his hands in his pockets.
His face blank.

                     AUGUST (V.O.)
           Sometimes the most redeeming
           qualities in a person are the ones
           you can’t see. They are the ones
           that remain hidden until something
           bad happens. An accident. A
           critical situation. Then, those
                     (MORE)
                                                 (CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:                                             2.


                       AUGUST (V.O.) (cont’d)
             qualities appear. They seep out
             through your skin. It’s only in
             those times that you can really see
             a person.

August pauses, both in walking and in talking. He looks at
the road. There is a blank parking space.
CUT TO:


FLASHBACK - NIGHT
A woman lies in a hospital bed, her eyes filled with tears.
She is beautiful, even with a hospital gown on and tubes
running everywhere.

                        AUGUST (V.O.)
             Sometimes bad things happen to good
             people. An in those bad times, you
             begin to really notice facets and
             attributes you may not have noticed
             otherwise.
SAM GRAYSON opens her eyes slowly. She is in pain.
                        SAM
                   (slowly)
             Hi.
                       AUGUST
             Shh, shh. Don’t talk.
                       SAM
             I have to. It’s all I have left.
August strokes her hair and smiles. His eyes swell up with
tears.

                       SAM (CONT’D)
             I love you August Grayson.
                       AUGUST
             I love you Sam Grayson.

                       AUGUST (V.O.)
             It’s times of adversity that
             someone’s true colors begin to
             show.
                                                       3.


INT. HOSPITAL - HALLWAY - DAY
The hallway is dimly lighted. August is reading a magazine.
A doctor walks over to him, a clipboard in hand, and a sad
look on his face. August knows what this means. He rises
quickly.

                    DOCTOR
          I’m afraid the news is not good.
          Sam has a condition called Acute
          Lymphoblastic Leukemia. It’s a type
          of cancer affecting her bone marrow
          and blood cell count.
August throws the magazine across the floor and bursts out
into tears. He puts his hands on his head and falls to his
knees, sobbing.


EXT. SAN FRANSISCO - DAY
August looks up from the vacant parking spot and looks into
the distance. He sits on a park bench next to him, his hands
in his jacket pockets.

INT. APARTMENT - DAY
August is sitting at a dining room table with an empty
notebook out in front of him. He taps his pen on the table.
Finally, as if an idea suddenly popped into his head, he
begins to write. Then stops. Grabs the page and rips it out,
throwing it to the ground. He sets the pen down and lays
back in his chair.

He stands and walks over to the record player. He picks out
an album, sets it on the player, and moves the needle on top
of it. The music fills the room. It’s ’Imagine’ by John
Lennon. He closes his eyes and lifts his hand off the needle
arm. He leans on his arms against the table. The song
continues as:

CUT TO

FLASHBACK - NIGHT

In the same room, Sam and August dance to the same song. Sam
puts her head against his shoulder and smiles. August smiles
too, smelling her hair. Sam moves her arms around his neck.




                                                 (CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:                                             4.


                       SAM
             This is perfect. This life. This
             song. This apartment.
She looks around, smiling yet again.

The song ends as
FADE TO


INT. APARTMENT - DAY
The needle runs against the end of the record, making that
scratching noise. August flips the switch to turn it off.

								
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