disaffected youth
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disaffected youth screenplayTRANSCRIPT
EXT. HOUSE PARTY - WIDE MASTER SHOT - SUBURBAN HOME - NIGHT
A car SPEEDS past the house, and then clumsily REVERSES back
in front of the home where it SKIDS to a stop. A bunch of
teenagers FILE OUT of the car, joking around with one
another as they head into the house, cases of beer in hand.
EXT./INT. - HOUSE PARTY - MYSTERY P.O.V. - NIGHT
A punk boy, RICKY, is seen selling drugs to friends behind
the house. The camera TRACKS OUT of this scene and heads
into the home, where music is blasting and dozens of kids
SHUFFLE through the house. The camera LEADS IN following a
group of girls down into a darkened basement. A black-light
in one corner of the room paints the scene in ultraviolet.
Kids are drinking and dancing. Off in the crowd, REGAN, a
beautiful 17-year old girl, is seen perched on the shoulders
of TRISTAN, who appears to be her boyfriend. Regan is
laughing and DANCING with a drink in her hand.
CUT TO:
Regan and Tristan EXIT upstairs. The camera slowly TILTS UP
the staircase as dialogue is heard OFF-SCREEN.
TRISTAN (O.S.)
What’s the matter?
REGAN (O.S.)
Don’t you dare touch me! Don’t you
dare fucking touch me!
SAM (O.S.)
(yelling)
What did you do to her?
FADE TO WHITE:
TITLE CARD: DISAFFECTED YOUTH
DREAM SEQUENCE - INT. REGAN’S ROOM - WIDE - REGAN AND SAM -
EVENING
Regan TURNS OUT the lights and comes to SIT down on her bed.
Sam, a shy 16-year-old boy, is seated in a chair next to
her. Blue moonlight washes over the room so that only soft
silhouettes of the characters can be seen. A digital clock
with glaring red numbers sits on a nightstand by Regan.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 2.
SAM
So, um, what are we going to listen
to?
REGAN
You’ll see.
Regan puts on the Pink Floyd song: "Wish You Were Here"
SAM
(feeling more comfortable)
I didn’t know you liked this kind
of music.
REGAN
Yeah, well--it’s definitely not our
generation’s music
(both laugh)
--but it’s good stuff.
SAM
Yeah, it is. How’d you get into it?
REGAN
Oh, well, um... when I go to visit
my dad every other month, he plays
all these old classic rock records.
You know, Beatles, Stones, Doors...
that kinda stuff.
SAM
(enthusiastically)
That’s awesome.
The conversation continues as Regan GETS UP to adjust the
volume of her iPod off-frame. Meanwhile, Sam spots an empty
prescription bottle and a small plastic bag of pills in a
slightly open drawer nearby. Sam glances from the pills and
back to Regan subtly, but he acts as if he never saw them
when Regan returns to her place on the bed.
REGAN
Yeah, he’s got all of the original
records and everything; I’m so
jealous of his collection, but if I
borrowed one even for just a
weekend he’d notice it was gone
immediately, so my iTunes playlist
will have to do for now, I guess.
SAM
Well, a-a song’s still a song,
isn’t it? Why do you need the
records?
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 3.
REGAN
(laughing)
Well, I guess I technically don’t
need them, but sentimentally I do.
It’s just ’cause this whole digital
age is such a ripoff, you know? I
mean, sure it’s more convenient and
fast and everything, but I want
something I can hold in my hand. I
wanna have the record, the lyrics
pamphlet, the cover--
SAM
(amusingly)
Even the dust that collects on the
cover!
REGAN
Actually, I’m allergic to dust.
SAM
Shit, sorry. I’ll have to buy you
some Pledge then.
REGAN
(laughing)
Okay, it’s a deal.
(a beat, Regan’s tone changes
from happy to melancholic)
REGAN (CONT’D)
I wish I could listen to these
songs more. Out loud, like this.
SAM
Why can’t you?
REGAN
(bitterly)
My mom hates all this music. I
guess it’s ’cause it reminds her of
my dad. (A beat.)
REGAN (CONT’D)
My parents went through a really
ugly divorce a few years ago, and
it’s like...we’re still living
through the fallout over here.
SAM
Oh--I’m really sorry. (A beat). I
mean...I um...I know how it feels.
My parents are divorced too, so um,
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 4.
SAM (cont’d)I mean I guess it was more
a-a-amicable, but um, yeah. I know
how it feels.
Regan and Sam try to focus on the song, but find themselves
glancing at each other. A few times they catch themselves
doing this and laugh to themselves.
REGAN
(excitedly)
This is my favorite line coming up.
SAM
(leaning in toward her)
Oh yeah?
The lyric "We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish
bowl..." plays as Regan mouths the words. Sam moves closer
to her.
SAM (CONT’D)
(slightly laughing at first)
I-I don’t feel very focused on the
music right now.
REGAN
(endearingly)
It’s okay, you’re young.
After a moment’s hesitation, Sam KISSES Regan. She is the
first to pull away from the kiss, but not out of spite. She
smiles at him sweetly.
INT. CLASSROOM - MED. SHOT - SAM AND HISTORY TEACHER- DAY
Sam is asleep at his desk as his history teacher stands
behind him. He taps him on the shoulder.
TEACHER
Sam. (a pause, then louder) Sam!
Sam startles awake, but remains in a daze.
TEACHER (CONT’D)
Sam, this can’t keep happening
every day.
SAM
(in a groggy voice)
I’m sorry... I’m sorry...
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 5.
TEACHER
I think that it might be in your
best interest to see somebody.
SAM
(not listening, packing up)
...I’ll be out of your way in a
minute.
TEACHER
(sternly)
Sam, did you hear me?
SAM
What?
TEACHER
I said I think you should see a
guidance counselor.
For an instant, Sam seems disconcerted by the suggestion,
but his reaction soon vanishes. He PACKS his last book and
WALKS out of the room.
SAM
I think I’ll be alright, thanks.
TEACHER
Really?
SAM
(defiantly)
Yeah, I think so.
TEACHER
Do you think it’s alright to sleep
through class every day?
(as Sam TURNS his back to him
again in doorway)
Because I think you and I both know
it’s not just this class. Am I
right, Sam?
Sam does not answer, and the silence becomes stifling.
TEACHER (CONT’D)
Do you think it’s alright to let
your grade slip down to an F?
SAM
That’s not really what I’m thinking
about right now...
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 6.
TEACHER
Then what is it, Sam?
(another silence)
TEACHER (CONT’D)
Do you think... Do you think its
alright to go on through your life
now as if you’re the ghost?
SAM
I don’t know what the hell you’re
talking about!
Sam STORMS OUT of the classroom.
TEACHER
(shouting after him)
Sam! Sam!
EXT./INT. SAM’S HOUSE - WIDE SHOT - SAM - AFTERNOON
Sam CUTS across the front lawn and onto his porch, where he
accidentally TRIPS over a skateboard. Distressed, he GETS UP
and FUMBLES for his key in numerous pockets before finally
producing it and shakily UNLOCKING the front door. A dog
barks menacingly O.S. As he OPENS the door, the house alarm
blares its earsplitting alert. In his rage, Sam almost
forgets to go back and turn it off. Realizing this, he
curses at his mistake and DISARMS the device. The dog
continues howling.
SAM
Shut up!
Sam STOMPS up the stairs and down the hall to his room,
where he SLAMS the door behind him and hurls his backpack to
the corner of his room, KNOCKING OVER a large CD stand. Even
more enraged, he frantically searches for something else to
take out his anger on, until--
MOTHER (O.S.)
Sam? Sam, honey, are you okay?
After the initial surprise of hearing his mother’s voice,
Sam’s anger slowly fades, but he doesn’t turn to open his
door. He struggles to reply.
SAM
Y-yeah, I’m fine.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 7.
MOTHER (O.S.)
Okay...will you be ready for dinner
in about five minutes?
SAM
Um, yeah. Yeah, I’ll come down.
MOTHER (O.S.)
Okay. (Her footsteps are heard as
she walks away).
Once Sam ascertains that his mother has left, he takes a
much-needed breath to calm himself. Sam looks around his
room, analyzing the wreckage that has accumulated: clothes
strewn all over the bed and floor, dozens of broken CD cases
scattered across the room, a neglected pile of school
textbooks and assignments stuffed into a corner. But he
doesn’t clean up. Instead, he RUMMAGES through the rubble of
his outburst for his laptop, and, upon finding it, SITS DOWN
and opens up the Internet. On the screen, a Facebook page
appears. Hesitantly, Sam looks up Regan Angellou’s name and
CLICKS ON her profile.
ON COMPUTER SCREEN: A profile picture of Regan in a college
sweatshirt at left of screen. On her ’wall’, countless
friends’ messages of ’Rest In Peace’ are posted.
Unable to handle the tragic finality of the words, Sam SLAMS
the laptop closed and begins to choke up with tears.
MOTHER (O.S.)
Sam, dinner!
INT. SAM’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - TWO-SHOT - SAM AND MOTHER -
EVENING
Sam and his MOTHER, a middle-aged, hardworking woman still
dressed in her nurse’s uniform, sit together at a foldable
table having microwave dinners. Sam doesn’t touch his food.
MOTHER
Is your dinner too cold or
something?
SAM
No, no, it’s fine.
MOTHER
Are you sure?
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 8.
SAM
Yeah, mom.
MOTHER
You have to eat, Sam.
SAM
Don’t worry about me, I will.
MOTHER
Can you blame me?
Sam begins to shove forkfuls of food into his mouth.
SAM
There, okay?
MOTHER
Alright, alright! I’m not ’making a
big deal’ out of anything, okay?
SAM
Okay.
There is a short pause as Sam takes more to eat and his
mother sighs deeply.
MOTHER
The hospital wants me to work the
weekend again. Will you be alright
with that?
SAM
(jokingly)
Jesus, how many babies can possibly
be delivered in one month? You’ve
been going, like, every single
weekend and working late nights
too.
MOTHER
I know, it’s insane! I mean, we’re
supposed to be just a local
hospital, but it’s as if every
pregnant woman in the tri-state
area is coming to Good
Samaritan’s...
SAM
(sarcastically)
Holy shit.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 9.
MOTHER
Hey, don’t swear!
SAM
But taking the Lord’s name in vain
before was fine with you?
MOTHER
Well, considering our church
membership expired about four years
ago...
For a while, they both share a badly-needed laugh.
MOTHER
It’s good to hear you laugh again,
Sam.
At first, Sam smiles weakly in response to his mother’s
comment, and then returns to playing idly with his food.
MOTHER
(as she rises to throw out her
tray)
Don’t stay up too late tonight,
okay?
SAM
I won’t. Do you mind if I hang out
with Ricky tomorrow?
MOTHER
I guess so... when?
SAM
He said he would call.
INT. KITCHEN - WIDE SHOT - SAM - NEXT MORNING
Sam searches through the refrigerator and collects a feast
of breakfast foods. As he does this, the phone RINGS.
FLASHBACK - INT. SAM’S BEDROOM - MEDIUM-CLOSE SHOT - SAM -
MIDNIGHT
Sam’s phone rings while he is sleeping, and he startles
awake and answers the call wearily.
SAM
Hello?
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 10.
REGAN
They’re fighting again...
SAM
Regan, is that you?
REGAN
Yes...Don’t hang up on me, okay?
SAM
I...I wasn’t going to--
REGAN
Just promise me you won’t!
SAM
Okay, I promise.
Regan sets the phone down on her nightstand for a moment as
she retrieves the bag of pills out of the drawer, and
swallows two dry. OFF SCREEN, the voice of a man and a woman
are heard screaming at each other (AD LIB).
SAM
Regan, are you there? Is everything
alright?
REGAN
Yeah, I’m fine.
SAM
Wh-Who’s fighting? You’re mom and
dad?
REGAN
No, stepdad. He’s such a
jerk...(now whispering) I just
wanna get out of here. I can’t deal
with this shit anymore!
SAM
I know it’s bad, but you have to
stick it out.
REGAN
What for?
SAM
Because...m-maybe you’ll regret it
if you don’t.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 11.
REGAN
No I won’t... I have to leave. I
can’t keep living in some--some
stupid illusion of a happy family
while suburbia’s on fire, and
nobody’s doing anything about it.
(a pause). It’s like everybody here
is just... just watching it burn.
SAM
Don’t talk like that...you don’t
mean that...
OFF-SCREEN, glass is heard breaking and the screaming
continues.
REGAN
(sullenly)
Yes I do.
SAM
You don’t have to leave, okay
Regan?
REGAN
(very quietly)
Yeah.
SAM
I... I want you to stay with me.
REGAN
Okay, I promise.
A silence ensues as it seems that the shouting has ended.
REGAN
(as her high sets in, she
whispers)
I think... it’s over.
SAM
It is?
REGAN
Y-yeah.
SAM
(nervously)
Regan? C-can I tell you something?
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 12.
REGAN
(drowsily)
I...I have to go, Sam.
SAM
Oh, okay. You sure you’re alright?
REGAN
Yeah, bye Sam.
The beep of the dial-tone is heard over the phone.
BACK TO SCENE.
INT. KITCHEN - WIDE SHOT - SAM - NEXT MORNING
The kitchen phone stops ringing and the answering machine
plays the message aloud.
RICKY (PHONE V.O.)
Hey, Sam, it’s Ricky. If you wanna
hang out, meet me on Pine Street at
six. Maybe we can skate behind the
shopping center or something. See
you later.
EXT. BEHIND SHOPPING CENTER - WIDE - SAM AND RICKY - DAY
RICKY (17), a tall, lanky young man with obnoxious blue hair
leans casually against the back wall of a store, his
skateboard underfoot, waiting for Sam.
RICKY
Finally! I thought you got lost.
SAM
Am I that late?
RICKY
(rolling back his sleeve to
look at his imaginary watch)
Well, it’s now seven P.M. Do you
know where your children are?
SAM
Shut up.
RICKY
I missed you too. How’ve you been?
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 13.
SAM
Alright, I guess. Johnson says that
I should go see someone about...
you know.
RICKY
What, like therapy?
SAM
Pretty much.
RICKY
(mockingly)
Pshh, I’ve got all the therapy you
could ever want right here.
Ricky PULLS OUT a bag of weed from his pocket.
SAM
Dude, put that away! You’re gonna
get caught!
RICKY
(putting it back into his
pocket casually)
Relax, man. It’s not for me anyway.
SAM
You’re still selling?
RICKY
Well, money is tight and jobs for
freaks are scarce. (He points to
his hair, colored bright blue). Put
’em all together and you get Ricky.
SAM
I’m sorry, man. That sucks.
RICKY
Yeah, well... welcome to the lost
generation.
There is a melancholic silence for a moment as the two boys
retreat into their thoughts. Meanwhile, the sun sets in the
background.
SAM
If you wanna skate, we’d better do
it now.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 14.
RICKY
Yeah, you’re right. I don’t wanna
talk about this shit anymore. Fuck
the recession.
CUT TO:
Sam and Ricky both SKATE down the back road. As Sam SKATES,
he passes multiple gaps in between the stores, in which he
sees something that catches his eye. Sam SLOWS down to STOP
at one of the gaps as Ricky KEEPS GOING ahead.
RICKY
Hey, man, you’ve gotta see this
trick.
Sam, who is still distracted, ignores this.
RICKY (CONT’D O.S.)
Come on! You’ve gotta get this on
tape, man, it’s insane! Crap, I
lost it. It’s gonna take me eighty
more tries to get this again, and
it’s all your fault, you little--
Ricky clumsily SKATES over to Sam and GRABS on to him for
balance once he reaches him ON-SCREEN.
RICKY (CONT’D)
(catching his breath)
Alright, alright. What the hell are
you looking at?
SAM
(through chain link fence)
The guy who messed me up.
RICKY
Who?
SAM
Tristan.
RICKY
Is that the same guy who--
SAM
Yep. But it’s not like he deserved
her though.
RICKY
You gotta forget about it, man.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 15.
SAM
That would make me exactly like
him.
Sam and Ricky look on as Tristan WALKS down the street with
another girl.
INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY - MED. SHOT - SAM - DAY
As Sam is walking through the hall, he STOPS to let a crew
of janitors REMOVE books and personal belongings from what
was Regan’s locker. Most other kids simply walk around, but
Sam waits respectfully. When the path clears, Sam spots
Tristan at the opposite end of the hall, HUGGING the same
girl from the other night. After the embrace, she EXITS and
Tristan is surrounded by another group of friends.
Sam APPROACHES the group, his anger boiling over with each
step. He PUSHES Tristan’s friends out of the way, and once
he gets to Tristan, he PUNCHES him.
SAM
(yelling)
Is that how you pay respect?
TRISTAN
Hey, why don’t you try hitting me
again? Third time’s a charm.
Just as they both LUNGE for each other, two security guards
come up from behind and PULL them apart.
INT. GUIDANCE OFFICE - WIDE SHOT - SAM AND TRISTAN - DAY
Sam and Tristan sit at chairs as far apart as possible,
waiting to be called.
GUIDANCE COUNSELOR
You may come in now. Both of you.
Sam and Tristan ENTER the guidance counselor’s office,
glaring at one another belligerently. Tristan deliberately
BLOCKS the doorway so that Sam must SHOVE his way through.
GUIDANCE COUNSELOR
Please, have a seat. Sam Parson and
Tristan Davis. I’ve been waiting to
have each of you in my office for
quite some time, and considering
the circumstances, we might as well
do this together. Now, from doing
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 16.
GUIDANCE COUNSELOR (cont’d)other sessions with teachers and
students, it is my understanding
that you were both very close to
Regan Angelou. Am I correct?
The boys look off in opposite directions.
GUIDANCE COUNSELOR CONT’D
Listen, I know this isn’t easy. It
hasn’t been easy for any of us,
especially those who were closest
to her. So, how have you been
coping the past few weeks?
TRISTAN
I’ve been alright, I guess. The
only thing that’s been, like,
really tough to deal with is going
back with some of the people at
school.
GUIDANCE COUNSELOR
Uh-huh, uh-huh, how so?
TRISTAN
I don’t know...I just hate it when,
like, people go on like nothing
ever happened, you know?
SAM
(under his breath)
I hope you’re not under oath.
GUIDANCE COUNSELOR
(more assertively)
Alright, boys. I don’t want to
waste time here. It’s not fair to
me, it’s not fair to the memory of
Ms. Angelou, and you may not
realize it now, but it’s not fair
to yourselves either. So can we
start from the beginning then? How
did this rivalry start? Anyone?
(a pause)
SAM
April 23rd, I guess. The night of
the party. I went with my friend
Ricky to keep him company, but we
didn’t hang out for too long. I was
just looking for something to do,
since it wasn’t my usual crowd or
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 17.
SAM (cont’d)anything, so I went into the
basement to see if I knew anybody
else. And that’s where I found
Regan and Tristan. I wanted to talk
to her, especially since we hadn’t
spoken in a while, but I never got
the chance.
GUIDANCE COUNSELOR
And then what happened?
TRISTAN
(tapping his foot anxiously)
He doesn’t know.
GUIDANCE COUNSELOR
Care to enlighten us?
Tristan SHIFTS nervously and then tentatively begins.
TRISTAN
I-I took her...(he swallows)...We
went upstairs.
FLASHBACK - INT. HOUSE PARTY - BEDROOM - MED. SHOT - TRISTAN
AND REGAN
Tristan and Regan are KISSING against the wall of a bedroom.
He is aggressive, and she is more passive. Eventually, her
passiveness turns into reluctance, and she begins to RESIST
him.
TRISTAN
What’s the matter?
REGAN
(drunkenly)
You don’t l-l-love me. Y-you
d-don’t care about me. Y-you’re
just w-with me be-because it’s
convenient f-for you.
(assertively)
Well I’m s-sorry if I don’t live
up to y-your expectations.
TRISTAN
Regan, what are you talking about?
Tristan attempts to TOUCH her face affectionately to SOOTHE
her, but Regan FORCES his hands away. She STUMBLES toward
the door and EXITS clumsily. In the hallway, a small crowd
of people, including Sam, look on.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 18.
REGAN
(shouting)
Don’t you dare touch me! Don’t you
dare fucking touch me!
Drunkenly, Regan STUMBLES over to Sam and WRAPS her arms
around him for support, mumbling something inaudible. Sam
HOLDS her and glares at Tristan from over her shoulder.
SAM
(viciously)
What did you do to her?
As a crowd of people GATHERS, Regan DISAPPEARS into the mass
of people. Tristan glances around nervously for a way out,
to no avail. He tries to cut through the crowd where he last
saw Regan, but Sam GRABS him by the shirt collar. Just as
Sam is about to PUNCH, Tristan counteracts with his own
BLOW, sending Sam against the wall. Tristan looks at his
opponent with desperate remorse. He SCANS the room again in
search for Regan, and then TURNS BACK to Sam.
TRISTAN
Look, man, I don’t wanna--
Sam RISES as Tristan speaks, and before he can finish, he
PUNCHES him again. This time, the blow sends them both
REELING into the crowd. They HIT THE FLOOR right at the edge
of the staircase landing and continue FIGHTING.
Suddenly, a GIRL SLAMS OPEN the front door below, taking the
crowd by surprise.
GIRL
(in a shrill voice)
Somebody call 9-1-1! There’s been
an accident outside!
Kids RUN out of the house to observe the scene. Stunned,
Tristan and Sam forget about the fight and RUSH outside.
EXT. STREET IN FRONT OF HOUSE - WIDE - TRISTAN AND SAM -
NIGHT
As the kids APPROACH the street, there is a mix of reactions
to the tragic scene off-frame. Those who never knew her look
on in astonishment or head for their cars. Those who knew
her stand frozen with shock, others turn away from the sight
and break down in tears. A lone, blood-spattered Converse
sneaker lies in the street. The sounds of a motor running
and a tire spinning endlessly are heard OFF-SCREEN. As the
CAMERA FOLLOWS the source of the sound, a lifeless hand is
shown from behind the wreckage of a car.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 19.
INSERT - The driver’s shoes as he hesitantly steps out of
the car. His sobs are heard off screen.
Sam and Tristan watch in utter horror. The despair is at
once striking and unreal to them, as if their lives were
taken and not hers. OFF-SCREEN, the jarring call of a siren
is heard as red and blue lights flash upon the faces of lost
innocence.
END FLASHBACK.
INT. GUIDANCE OFFICE - WIDE SHOT - SAM AND TRISTAN - DAY
SAM
(sobbing, barely audible)
She was so young. She was so young.
GUIDANCE COUNSELOR
(after a pause, then softly)
Why don’t we meet again this week?
INT. OUTSIDE GUIDANCE OFFICE - MED. SHOT - SAM AND TRISTAN -
DAY
SAM
Hey, I um, I’m really sorry...I
didn’t know...
TRISTAN
Don’t worry about it. (A beat).
Listen, um, Lauren and I are going
to visit Regan’s grave this
weekend; it would have been her
birthday Saturday.
SAM
Lauren... I think I saw you with
her before...
TRISTAN
She was Regan’s best friend.
SAM
Oh my God, I’m so sorry.
TRISTAN
It’s alright. So, do you wanna
come? I can drive you.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 20.
SAM
Um... yeah, I’ll go. I’ll meet you.
EXT. CEMETERY - WIDE - SAM, TRISTAN, AND LAUREN - DAY
Sam, Tristan, and Lauren WALK together to Regan’s grave,
which has already been adorned with mementos from friends.
Lauren and Tristan both pay their respects. Then, Sam
APPROACHES the gravestone hesitantly, fighting back tears.
SAM
H-Hey, Regan. I haven’t been able
to stop thinking about you these
past few weeks. I miss... I miss
talking to you. I’ve been trying to
think of what to say if I could
speak to you, but... I’m bored with
rehearsals. (A beat). I thought I
knew you... I thought I knew you a
lot better than I did. Maybe I just
wasn’t paying enough attention...
and I really hope that, you can
f-forgive me for that. I
misunderstood so much. (A beat).
M-maybe this is out of place now,
but, I’d regret it if I don’t stick
this out, so... (another pause, as
it appears that Sam is changing his
mind about what to say) ...I wish
you were here.
Sam PLACES a Wish You Were Here album and a bottle of Pledge
at her gravestone.
SAM (CONT’D)
Happy birthday, beautiful.
FADE TO BLACK