In Love with His Corpse
1x01- “Haunted”
Written by: Jonathan Wright
ACT ONE
Fade In
EXT. Vincello’s Restaurant – FRONT
CLOSE UP: The painted sign states Vincello’s in a cursive writing. A glass of wine is located next to the V, while grapes ‘grow’ around the bottom of the owner’s name.
PAN OUT: Cars pull up to the Valet parking as attendants take the customers’ vehicles and delicately drive off to the parking lot. Customers are greeted at the door by a doorman, and they are invited in with the opening of an oak door with a glass panel and red curtains hanging on the inside.
INT. Vincello’s Restaurant – DINING AREA
Male #1: (voiceover) I hope you enjoyed dinner.
CLOSE UP - OVERHEAD: Empty plates and half-filled glasses filled with wine. One side, a male’s hand reaches for his wine glass. The other side, a different male’s hand, replaces his utensils on his empty plate after finishing his last bite.
CUT TO – SIDE VIEW: The two men look to each other, a look of passion fills their eyes. It’s obvious the two have a connection with one another.
Male #2: Of course. It was delectable. Thank you so much, Richard.
RICHARD wears a business suit. His dark hair greased back. He has a chiseled, handsome face.
RICHARD: Of course. I wanted to treat you this evening.
Male #2 places his wine glass back on the table. He folds his arms and leans in close over the table. A smile slowly creeps across his face.
Male #2: So what’s the special occasion?
RICHARD: What? I can’t treat you to a wonderful meal? Besides, we both needed to get out and do something fun. These past few days have placed us on edge, and we need to release that pent up energy.
Male #2: I’m so glad we’re okay after what happened. Honestly, I didn’t expect to still be together after that fight.
RICHARD: Well, I wanted to talk about that, Adam. It’s partly why I brought you here.
ADAM wears a thin grey cardigan sweater with a red undershirt. He appears slightly overweight with short black hair. His eyes are magnetic, but they are easily hidden by his cheeks, especially when he smiles.
ADAM: Me too. I feel like we need to reevaluate what was said. We need to let each other know that what we said, despite how hurtful it was, can be worked on. Like how I said-
RICHARD: Adam, I don’t love you anymore.
ADAM looks to RICHARD, mouth hung open as he was interrupted. A few moments of silence pass. He tilts his head, blinks his eyes a few times, and a weird smile appears on his face. He doesn’t think he really heard RICHARD correctly.
ADAM: I’m sorry. Did you just say-
RICHRD: I believe it’d be best if we broke up.
Silence ensues amongst the couple again as ADAM tries to understand what he heard. His expressions change erratically. At one point, he understands. At another, he’s upset and frustrated. Then, he’s confused, can’t believe he heard RICHARD say such a thing. Finally, ADAM appears upset and confused simultaneously.
ADAM: (loudly) WHAT!?
Everyone in the DINING AREA has stopped eat, conversing, drinking. They’re starring at the gay couple in the middle of the room.
RICHARD stares at the engrossing crowd, realizing they’ve been noticed. He sits up, crosses his hands and leans in on the table, while still staring at the growing crowd.
RICHARD: (almost in a whisper) I think you need to calm down. The whole restaurant is staring.
ADAM: Screw them. Richard, are you breaking up with me? (pause) We just had this romantic dinner. You’ve been so sweet and understanding, but now you want to break up? Was that your plan this whole evening?
RICHARD: Adam, we don’t click. It’s just not going to work. I’m sorry, but it’s for the best.
ADAM: Screw what’s for the best. What about me? I moved here for you. I moved across the entire country to be here with you. I don’t know anyone here.
RICHARD: You have friends.
ADAM: Your friends.
RICHARD: They’re willing to stay polite with you.
ADAM: So you’ve talked to them about this!?
RICHARD: Of course! They’re my friends.
Shocked, ADAM just stares at RICHARD in disbelief. He leans back in his chair, one hand on the dining table. He looks away from RICHARD, mouth left open in confusion.
RICHARD: Look, if you want to go back home, I don’t mind you staying with me until you get the fare for a ticket. Otherwise, if you’d like to stay, you can always stay in the guest bedroom.
ADAM: What?
RICHARD: We obviously can’t sleep in the same bed together if we’re broken up.
ADAM: I’m talking about the living with you. I can’t live with you after this!
RICHARD: Can you stay with anyone else?
ADAM stares off into space, a moment of silence deafening between the two.
RICHARD: (continues) Okay then. You’ll have to stay with me. Now, we got to set some ground rules. One…
ADAM: Rules?
RICHARD: (continues) If you want to start drama, I’ll kick it to the curb. I won’t deal with it. I don’t have time to deal with it. Two, chores can be divided up between the two of us. Three, do not bring hookups to the apartment. I will do the same for you.
ADAM: Richard, you’re being ridiculous. Just stop a second and talk to me. Why are you doing this?
RICHARD: I’ve made up my mind. You’re not right for me. And I can’t get to where I want to go if I constantly have to worry about keeping a bad relationship together.
ADAM: How am I not right for you? If anything, you should be the one not right for me. I would never do this to you.
RICHARD: Then, obviously, you’re a better person than I am.
ADAM: I don’t get it, Richard. What is it about me that isn’t right?
RICHARD: We just don’t mesh. (pause) I don’t want to get into it.
ADAM: Well too bad! If you’re going to sit here and put me through this, then you’re damn well going to tell me.
RICHARD: (angrily) You’re a child. You’re not ready for a relationship. You’re selfish, bratty, and immature. You constantly whine about how things aren’t your way and you’re never happy. I can’t be your father who tends to you every time you lose your damn binky.
Hurt tears ADAM’S heart in half. He can’t believe what he’s hearing, but his face stays angry. Tears fill his eyes, but he doesn’t let them flow. RICHARD stares at ADAM, realizing he’s hurt his former lover. But he shakes his head, as if lifting himself from a spell.
RICHARD: (calmly) And that’s another thing. I don’t want to be made to feel guilty in my own apartment all the time. If you’re going to moan and groan and sound bitter, then I suggest you stay in the guest bedroom until I’m gone.
ADAM: (whisper) Gone? Where are you going?
RICHARD: I leave Monday for a business trip. I was offered to go with Anthony Williams to meet with some clients. I took the offer, figuring it would be best since you have to stay at the apartment. I’ll be back the following Monday. I propose you get all your wallowing out of the way, pick yourself back up, and look for a job.
ADAM: Richard, please don’t do this. We can work it out.
RICHARD: There’s nothing to be worked out.
ADAM leans back in his chair, tears finally flowing from his eyes. The shock, the hurt of the sudden situation has crippled his confidence immensely.
RICHARD: I wanted to make this easy for us. Please don’t cause a scene.
ADAM just sits silently as he RICHARD continues to talk. RICHARD’S voice fades into the background.
PAN IN: ADAM tries to hold back the tears. He’s subconsciously hearing everything RICHARD is saying, but he concentrates on another entity.
Suddenly, another MAN appears wearing a motorcycle jacket, a pair of jeans, and a grey undershirt. He has buzzed blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. He leans down behind ADAM, whispering into his ear as RICHARD continues talking. He looks to RICHARD, while talking.
MAN: He’s such an ass. I mean, he brings you out to dinner, treats you like a queen, and makes you forgive him. Only so he can do this to you. How inconsiderate.
The MAN looks to ADAM; they’re so close that his lips are almost brushing against ADAM’S cheek.
MAN: You know I’d never do that to you, right?
And suddenly, the MAN leaves the screen.
PAN OUT: ADAM takes a deep breath as he realizes what just happened. He looks around to find the man, but he’s nowhere to be found.
RICHARD stops talking and follows ADAM’S gaze.
RICHARD: What is it?
ADAM looks back to RICHARD, realizing the asshole is still there.
ADAM: Nothing. I want the check.
RICHARD: It’s already taken care of.
ADAM: Then, how much is it?
RICHARD: Adam, don’t worry-
ADAM: No. I’m not going to rely on you anymore. You want me to grow up and act mature, then how much is the damn check!?
Everyone in the dining area looks to the table again.
A waiter walks up to the table. He looks uncomfortable and it’s obvious he’s scared to say anything. But he has to do his job.
WAITER: I’m sorry but management has asked me to please persuade you to move your situation outside. Your car is waiting for you at the front door.
ADAM stands up, pulls out his wallet, and hands the man a hundred dollar bill.
ADAM: Thank you.
WAITER: (relieved) No, thank you, sir.
ADAM walks off screen, while RICHARD stands up from the table. He sees all the eyes staring at him from various tables. Even the waiter gawks at him. RICHARD pulls a fifty out and hands it to the waiter.
RICHARD: Thanks, kid.
WAITER: Good luck, sir.
RICHARD scoffs at the waiter’s farewell and walks off screen.
EXT. Vincello’s Restaurant – VALET
ADAM sits in the driver’s seat of a shiny, silver BMW. RICHARD walks out the front door, unsure of what is happening.
RICHARD: What do you think you’re doing?
ADAM just revs the engine and looks straight to RICHARD with anger in his eyes.
ADAM: Get in if you want a ride home.
RICHARD: This is my car.
ADAM: I’ll leave you if you don’t get in this damn car!
Looking around, unsure of what to do, RICHARD shakes his head, throws up his arms, and eventually gets into the car. He immediately grabs the seat belt and straps himself in.
RICHARD: God, help-
ADAM instantly takes off, tearing out of the driveway and into the street. He barely misses three cars as he turns down the street. The crowd coming into the restaurant jerks their heads towards the sound of the screeching tires against the asphalt.
RICHARD: (continues) MEEEEE!
RICHARD holds on for dear life as he screams in fear.
CUT TO:
EXT. CHICAGO – STREETS
PARAMORE’S “MISERY BUSINESS” plays.
Flashes of Chicago’s streets stream by, showing various angles of skyscrapers, people walking by, restaurants, bars, and the skyline, flashing by as quickly as the drum beats with the song.
The revving of the BMW sounds as the PARAMORE song switches from overshadowing the scene to becoming background music being played in the car by ADAM.
ADAM: (voiceover, singing along): Whoa. It was never my attention to brag to steal it all away from you now. But God does it feel so good.
ADAM continues to drive, always looking forward and singing. He makes hand gestures with the song and the words, overdramatizing his performance. Anything to get the frustration out.
RICHARD just stares at ADAM in disbelief.
ADAM: (singing along ) ‘Cause I got him where I want him now. And if you could, then you know you would. It’s just gotta feel so… It feels so good!
RICHARD: (loudly) Can you turn it down!?
ADAM continues to sing along, unaware of what RICHARD is saying. Frustrated, RICHARD leans over and turns off the car’s radio. ADAM, upset, looks to RICHARD.
ADAM: What the hell?
RICHARD: I have a headache.
ADAM: And I have a need to sing!
ADAM switches the radio back on and the PARAMORE song continues, but not for long because RICHARD switches it back off.
RICHARD: Will you tell me where the hell it is you think you are going?
ADAM: I am trying to find somewhere to get a drink.
RICHARD: Well, let’s go to Anthony’s and I’ll buy you one.
ADAM: I hate that bar. It’s so… you. You and your friends: stuck up, rich snobs, rearing your nose at every little thing that isn’t modern and fancy.
RICHARD: Not everyone can enjoy the simpler things in life like people from Kansas do.
ADAM: Well, that’s why we have more fun!
ADAM screeches the BMW to a stop in front of a trashy-looking brick establishment called the Fly-By Bar. A sign glows luminescent blue with a picture of a carrier plane as the background. The letters for FLY-BY Bar glow, except for the blinking Y at the end of FLY. Near the airport, the bar is obviously for the pilots who need a drink.
ADAM exits the vehicle and throws the keys at RICHARD.
RICHARD: Adam. (pause, waiting for a response) C’mon. Don’t go in there.
ADAM: Go to hell, Richard.
RICHARD: You really want me to leave you here?
ADAM doesn’t answer RICHARD. Instead, he just enters through the swinging wood door and doesn’t give another thought to the dickhead.
INT. FLY-BY BAR – BAR
ADAM storms into the establishment while a few drunkards spread amongst the bar continue to wallow in their drinks, holler at their own jokes, and order drinks from the African-American female bartender. Her nametag reads NANCY.
NANCY strolls up to the bar as ADAM takes a seat. Tears form in his eyes as he pulls a twenty from his wallet and places it on the bar.
NANCY: Bad night?
ADAM: Bad year.
NANCY: I know that feeling, sweetie. (pause) What can I get you, sweetness?
ADAM: Anything with mass amounts of strong liquor. And a pack of cigarettes.
NANCY: What kind?
ADAM: They all kill, right? (pause, looking to NANCY, who seems unimpressed) It doesn’t matter.
NANCY leaves the spot for a moment to make ADAM his drink and to fetch a pack of cigarettes. A postman sitting next to ADAM looks away from the television set. A football game is playing.
POSTMAN: (to ADAM) Damn Jets.
ADAM: Dude, I’m queer. I don’t know anything about football.
POSTMAN: I’m gay too, but that doesn’t stop me from knowing anything about sports.
ADAM: Okay. Well, this queer doesn’t know anything about sports. Excuse my stereotypical bull-
NANCY interrupts ADAM by placing a tall glass of various liquids inside. She places his pack of cigarettes next to the glass and removes the twenty from the bar.
NANCY: Here you go. (pause) Excuse the new guy, Harv. He’s had a bad year.
HARV the POSTMAN looks at ADAM up and down, noticing the tears in the young man’s eyes.
HARV: No problem. Sorry for interrupting, kid.
ADAM: Sorry for snapping. (pause) And screw the Jets. But, then again, screw the Bears also.
HARV laughs.
HARV: Yeah, I guess you’re right.
HARV returns to his drink and watches the sports program again.
ADAM takes a long drink of his beverage and pulls back with a strong disgusted look on his face. Meanwhile, Nancy watches with a smirk on her face as she cleans some dirty glasses.
NANCY: Too strong?
ADAM: Just right. What is this?
NANCY: I call it 1-900 FUCK ME UP. It’s for those bad years.
ADAM: I can tell.
ADAM packs the cigarette pack against his palm until he finds it sufficient. He opens the pack and realizes he doesn’t have a light.
NANCY throws a pack of matches on the counter.
ADAM: Thanks.
Placing a cigarette in his mouth, ADAM lights a match and begins inhaling to light the “coffin nail.” As he inhales, ADAM’s lungs immediately gasp for oxygen, forcing the smoke out by making ADAM cough vehemently.
NANCY watches confused.
NANCY: You don’t smoke, do you?
Turning green, and continuing his coughing, ADAM shakes his head no.
HARV laughs in response to the scene.
HARV: Must be a helluva year for someone to start smoking.
NANCY reaches across the bar to pat ADAM’s back to help him breath.
Once ADAM finally regains composure, he sits up, wipes his eyes, and inhales on the cigarette again. He coughs some more but not nearly as bad.
NANCY: Honey, why are you smoking?
ADAM: My boyfriend broke up with me after I moved here for him a year ago.
NANCY: Where are you from?
ADAM: Kansas.
HARV: (surprised) Oh hell!
ADAM: We knew each other for about six months before I moved here. We met on the Internet. I should’ve known better, but I thought he really loved me. Unfortunately, we got into an argument and it made him realize we weren’t made for one another.
NANCY: Well, it could be worse.
ADAM: Oh, it is. (pause, puffing on cigarette, lightly coughing) He took me out to dinner, making me believe it was an apology. He talked as though everything was okay, it was all good. Then, he tells me I’m childish and immature and that I am not ready for a relationship. After doing so, he tells me I can stay in the apartment, in the guest bedroom, until I get up on my feet and I can move out.
HARV has quit watching the game altogether, and he’s placed his drink on the bar. NANCY has leaned in on the table, resting her chin in her hand and listening intently to the story.
ADAM: I have nowhere else to go. I don’t have many personal friends here that we didn’t share. I have no job, no money, and I can either attempt to work it out here or return home to the small-poke town I lived in. In returning, I’d live with my nagging mother, my constantly unimpressed father, and all the failure staring at me in my face from everyone I swore to that I would never return.
Everyone stays silent for a moment. ADAM bows his head down in shame as he gets teary-eyed again. NANCY looks to HARV and HARV returns the glance.
NANCY leans over the bar to place her hand under ADAM’s chin, forcing him to look up at her.
NANCY: Honey, I understand what you’re going through. I mean, the situation is a little different, but I know heartache. Now, what you should do is quit smoking. Don’t let him be the reason why you smoke and make your body unhealthy. Second, go home, get some sleep, and wake up tomorrow refreshed. Think about what it is you want to do. Maybe give your mother a call and see if you can get some advice. She might nag, but she’s your mother. She loves you and always will. Lastly, do what you think is right. If you can make it, make it. If you gotta go home, go home. You didn’t fail. You’re just finished with this project and now it’s time to move forward onto the next one.
ADAM looked to NANCY and then to HARV who nodded his head in agreement.
ADAM: I know. I just… I feel so lost now.
NANCY: I’m sure you do. But maybe this is what you needed. It seems like you sacrificed and bended for him since you two been together. Now, you need to go find yourself, find what makes you happy, and find what you want to do with your life.
ADAM: Yeah, you’re right.
HARV: Of course she is. Nancy’s going to school to become a therapist.
ADAM looks to NANCY surprised.
ADAM: Really?
NANCY looks away from ADAM as she continues to clean dirty glasses.
NANCY: Yeah. I hope you don’t mind me spouting some psychological crap your way. It seemed like you needed some advice. It might sound text book now that you know I’m looking to become a therapist, but I meant every word of it. Anything to help you out.
ADAM: Why would you want to help me?
NANCY: Because you seem like a good person who just got with the wrong person.
NANCY stops cleaning her glasses. She positions herself against the bar, looking straight into ADAM’s eyes.
NANCY: Whatever you do, sweetness, don’t ever let him take away your sunshine.
ADAM looked to NANCY with a sudden clarity.
ADAM: Thank you, Nancy.
NANCY: Oh. Since we’re putting everything out there, I should tell you: my name’s not Nancy. It’s Latisha.
ADAM laughs in disbelief.
ADAM: Then, why does your nametag say Nancy?
LATISHA: Do you know how many white folks come in here mispronouncing my name? Gets me riled up and frustrated. So, I changed it to Nancy to help their cracker asses out.
ADAM shakes his head as a smile creeps across his face.
MAN: (off-screen) I kind of like Latisha better.
ADAM looks over to see the MAN from the restaurant before. He continues to wear a motorcycle jacket, a grey undershirt, and a pair of torn up jeans. ADAM remembers him.
ADAM: A-Are you following me?
MAN: No.
The MAN grabs a few pretzels from a local bowl and throws one in his mouth. He looks up at the football game on the screen.
ADAM: Then, how- What- This is weird. You were at the restaurant, right?
MAN: Yes. I was there when your douche bag of an ex broke up with you during the perfect, romantic dinner.
ADAM: Then, how did you know I was here?
MAN: I didn’t realize you were here, until now.
ADAM: I see. Must just be coincidence. (pause) I’m Adam, by the way.
MAN: I’m Josh.
ADAM: Nice to meet you, Josh.
ADAM holds his hand out to shake JOSH’s, but JOSH doesn’t return the gesture. Instead, JOSH continues to stare up at the television as the football game plays.
TELEVISION SCREEN: Suddenly, the channel changes to RICHARD walking into the apartment he and ADAM share.
JOSH: How does a guy like that just walk away to nothing when he had everything?
ADAM looks up to the television and sees
TELEVISION SCREEN: RICHARD walking into the apartment on the television screen, sitting on the black leather couch in the white-walled living room. He undoes his tie and sits back with tears in his eyes. He is red-faced; he looks upset and ready to break down.
ADAM: How is this- What is this?
JOSH looks to ADAM; ADAM looks back to JOSH.
JOSH: It’s what you think he’s doing.
ADAM: I’m sorry. Wh-
JOSH: In your head, you think that is what’s happening. You believe he’s going home, sitting on the couch, crying and wishing he had never done that to you.
ADAM: Who are you?
JOSH: As a matter of fact, he’s driving to a friend’s. He’s going to stay there until he leaves for the trip. He wants to give you space. He thinks you’re crazy; he doesn’t want to deal with you anymore. He’s happy, and he’s ready to move on.
ADAM: Look, whoever you are-
JOSH: Listen to me, Adam: leave his ass in the wind. You want to stay, but that would be a mistake. Go home. You think you can do it here; you can’t. Not right now. You’re not strong enough.
ADAM: Who are you damnit!?
LATISHA: Sweetness?
ADAM turns to look at LATISHA confused. HARV also looks to ADAM concerned.
LATISHA: Who are you talking to?
ADAM looks back to see that JOSH has disappeared. He doesn’t understand what’s happened.
ADAM: There was a guy-
He looks to see LATISHA and HARV concerned and baffled by ADAM’s rant. ADAM looks up to the television; it’s gone back to the football game. Shaking his head, ADAM tries to shake off the odd feeling of fear and confusion.
LATISHA: Everything okay, babe?
ADAM snaps out of it and gives a half-smile to prove that he’s okay.
ADAM: It’ll be fine, I think. Can you get me another 1-900 FUCK ME UP?
LATISHA: Are you sure?
ADAM: I might as well. I think it’s going to be a long night.
RILO KILEY’S “A BETTER SON/DAUGHTER” begins to play in the background.
CUT TO:
INT. RICHARD AND ADAM’S APARTMENT – GUEST BEDROOM
ADAM lies in bed. He’s awake, but looks of doom and depression are painted on his face. He has bed hair. The comforter covers him all the way up to his neck.
RILO KILEY: (light and depressed sounding) Sometimes in the morning, I am petrified and can’t move. Awake but cannot open my eyes. And the weight is crushing down on my lungs, I know I can’t breathe. And hope someone will save me this time.
ADAM’S phone vibrates and a name appears on the screen. It reads: “CALL: MOM.” ADAM looks to his phone, but he doesn’t think he can answer it. Instead, he leaves the phone on the bed and cuddles up more with his blanket.
RILO KILEY: (light and depressed sounding still) And your mother’s still calling you insane and high, swearing it’ll be different this time. And you tell her to give into the demon’s that possess her and that God will never blessed her inside. Then, you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things, and crawl back into bed to dream of a time: When your heart was open wide and you love things just because, like the sick and the dying.
As the previous lines are played, ADAM looks around his room, wondering what he should do. The thought of leaving his bed doesn’t seem appealing to him, but he knows he should do something. So, after a moment of thinking on it, he flings off the covers and crawls out of the bed, wearing a light brown undershirt and a pair of grey boxer briefs. He leans on the side for a moment as the song continues in sync. As he pushes off the edge-
RILO KILEY: (lively and boastful) And sometimes when you’re on, you’re really fucking on.
INT. RICHARD AND ADAM’S APARTMENT – HALLWAY TO LIVING ROOM TO MASTER BEDROOM
ADAM walks through the apartment from one end where the guest bedroom is located to the master bedroom.
RILO KILEY: And your friends sing along and they love you.
On the bedside that used to be ADAM’s, there is a picture of a girl with bright red hair wearing sunglasses. At the bottom of the photo it reads: You can do anything you set your mind to. I am proud of you and I just know it will work out.- Love, Jenny.
RILO KILEY: But the lows are so extreme, the good seems fucking cheap. And it teases you for weeks in its absence.
ADAM picks up the photo and looks to it with tears in his eyes. He wipes his fingers against the glass as he misses his best friend from Kansas.
RILO KILEY: But you’ll fight it and you’ll make it through. You’ll fake it if you have to, and you’ll show for work with a smile.
ADAM places the photo back on the nightstand.
INT. RICHARD AND ADAM’S APARTMENT – MASTER BATHROOM
He walks into the master bath, turning on the shower.
RILO KILEY: And you’ll be better, you’ll be smarter, more grown up and a better daughter, or a son and a real good friend.
ADAM washes his hair as he begins to cry. The fit cannot be controlled as guttural shakes course through his body. He can’t force himself to stand as the pain takes over, so he falls to the floor of the shower and just cries. He has to let it out.
RILO KILEY: You’ll be awake, you’ll be alert, you’ll be positive though it hurts. And you’ll laugh and embrace all your friends.
Getting out of the shower, ADAM grabs for a towel and begins to dry himself off. He pulls on a fresh pair of clothing and he walks towards the large mirror behind the sink.
RILO KILEY: And you’ll be a real good listener, you’ll be honest, you’ll be brave. You’ll be handsome, you’ll be beautiful.
ADAM looks into the mirror in front of him. He takes a good look at himself. He brushes his teeth, flosses, and uses mouthwash. Next, he brushes his hair, puts on deodorant, and uses a face wash.
RILO KILEY: You’ll be happy.
INT. RICHARD AND ADAM’S APARTMENT – LIVING ROOM
CLOSE UP
Music continues as ADAM sits on the black leather couch in the white-walled living room. He has his cellular phone in hand, staring at it as though it’s a virus.
PAN OUT
RILO KILEY: Your ship may be coming in. You’re weak but not giving in to the cries and the wails of the valley below.
ADAM dials a number on his cell phone and holds it up to his ear. We hear a faint dialing tone.
PAN OUT FARTHER
EXT. RICHARD AND ADAM’S APARTMENT – LOOKING THROUGH WINDOWS INTO THE LIVING ROOM
RILO KILEY: Your ship may be coming in. You’re weak but not giving in. And you’ll fight; you’ll go out fighting all of them.
MUSIC ENDS
ADAM: Hi, Mom.
FADE OUT
END OF ACT ONE
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