RICKY
You want to see the most beautiful
thing I've ever filmed?
INT. FITTS HOUSE - RICKY'S BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER
On VIDEO: We're in an empty parking lot on a cold, gray day.
Something is floating across from us... it's an empty,
wrinkled, white PLASTIC BAG. We follow it as the wind carries
it in a circle around us, sometimes whipping it about
violently, or, without warning, sending it soaring skyward,
then letting it float gracefully down to the ground...
Jane and Ricky sit on the bed, watching his WIDE-SCREEN TV.
RICKY
It was one of those days when it's a
minute away from snowing. And there's
this electricity in the air, you can
almost hear it, right? And this bag
was just... dancing with me. Like a
little kid begging me to play with
it. For fifteen minutes. That's the
day I realized that there was this
entire life behind things, and this
incredibly benevolent force that
wanted me to know there was no reason
to be afraid. Ever.
A beat.
RICKY
Video's a poor excuse, I know. But
it helps me remember... I need to
remember...
Now Jane is watching him.
RICKY
(distant)
Sometimes there's so much beauty in
the world I feel like I can't take
it... and my heart is going to cave
in.
After a moment, Jane takes his hand. Then she leans in and
kisses him softly on the lips. His eyes scan hers, curious
to see how she reacts to this...
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