EXT. — DAVID’S BOYHOOD HOME — DAY
Ross stops walking. They are standing before that familiar small two-story colonial house. David stares at it. An odd look fixed in his eyes. David’s boyhood home. The summer sun reflects off the freshly cut lawn.
ROSS: The other side of the tracks, as far as that goes in this place.
DAVID: I’m familiar with it.
ROSS: Yeah, you grew up around here, didn’t you?
DAVID: Around here.
Ross tries one of the windows. Locked. He moves to another window, forcing it open.
ROSS: You hungry? I’m … starved.
Ross climbs inside the house. David stands alone, staring at his house, just as he did all those years ago when he was a boy. He looks at the open window. Ross throws open the front door. David walks in.
INT. — DAVID’S OLD HOME — DAY
David takes a few wary steps in his old home. The room is filled with overstuffed furniture. Ross is running around upstairs, his footsteps THUDDING in the house. David walks over to a piano and flips through a photo stand. A wedding day. A new-born baby. Vacations at the beach.
ROSS (off screen): Up here! You gotta come check this out!
David looks up from the photos and fixes his gaze on the stairs. David reaches the second floor. Ross appears, eating out of a Lucky Charms cereal box, pieces spilling out with each handful.
ROSS (with a mouthful of cereal): I don’t think these kids are getting the nutritious breakfast they need.
Ross holds out the cereal box for David.
DAVID: That doesn’t belong to you, Ross.
Ross grins and keeps munching on the cereal.
ROSS: You know what happened in here, don’t you?
David looks past Ross, down the long hallway that leads toward the den.
ROSS: Right in that room, if I have the story right.
Ross puts the cereal box down on a hallway table and picks up a crystal paperweight. Tosses it up and catches it. Again. Up and down. David is drawn forward, down the hallway, toward theopen door. He enters the den.
INT. — DAY
David walks toward the window overlooking the front lawn. He looks out ... Autumn leaves now cover the lawn. The trees are almost bare. It is fall.
WE ARE IN THE PAST.
David turns around ... and finds a photo album on a big oak desk, opened to a photograph of David and his parents standing on a white beach by a blue ocean. All of them dripping wet and laughing. The album is splattered in blood. A man, David’s father, 41, is sitting at the desk. Lean frame. Thinning hair. The blood dripping down the side of his head soaks his white starched shirt, making it stick to his bony shoulder.
ROSS (off screen): Some old guy just up and offed himself.
A small black gun is held tightly in the man’s right hand slumped by his side. Lost in the past, David reaches forward ... and we see a young David’s hand touch the gun.
ROSS (off screen): BAM!
David snaps out of it ... and turns back to Ross. The room behind him looks completely different. David’s father is gone.
WE ARE BACK IN THE PRESENT.
ROSS: Right in the temple, man. Blood all over the place.
Ross continues to toss the paperweight into the air and catch it. Up and down. Up and down.
ROSS: Rocked somebody’s world alright.
The SLAPPING SOUND echoes.
DAVID: I know what you’re doing.
Ross keeps playing with the paperweight.
ROSS: What’s it like, being back where it all began? And ended.
David remains framed in the doorway of the den.
ROSS: You think he’s just sleeping off another drunk. Then find a hole in him you can see clear through.
DAVID: You should be more careful with people, Ross.
Ross just looks at David. Unmoved. He stops with the paperweight.
ROSS: My dad ain’t dead, man.
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