"Aura" (2007)

Aura
By
Geoffrey M. Gardner
Geoffrey M. Gardner
Los Angeles, CA 90035
Tel: (310) 929-0735
Email: gm.gardner@gmail.com
FADE IN
INT. PAULS ROOM, VA HOSPITAL - LATE EVENING
PAUL WALLINGTON, 34, paces back and forth across his room,
anxiously gripping his CELL PHONE. The blind vet walks back
to his desk chair and sits down. He leans forward and rests
his forehead on the small writing desk. ROGER, his seeing
eye dog, sits nearby. Paul is in decent physical shape,
albeit far from peak Army condition. His hair is sandy
brown, and could use a trim. His facial scars are
overwhelming, and off putting. Once upon a time, Paul was a
handsome man. But not now.
Paul talks to Roger.
PAUL
Seems like yesterday I was looking
through wedding magazines with
Tara. You would have liked her. She
was generous with the treats.
Beautiful. Smart, too. NowMURIEL LEWIS
(v.o.)
This is it, guys.
The image of Pauls face PAUSES on screen.
MURIEL LEWIS (contd)
(v.o.)
Oh, Paul. Ive missed you. (yells)
OK guys, keep playing.
The movie starts up again.
PAUL
-I dont have anything to lose.
Roger walks over to Paul. Paul feeds him a treat.
Pauls telephone RINGS. He jumps a bit before answering.
PAUL (contd)
(beat)
Yeah?
THE DOCTOR
(v.o.)
Would you mind opening the front
door? One of your elderly neighbors
is giving me the evil eye.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
2.
Paul jogs to the front door and opens it. The Doctor, a
short, bespectacled and serious Asian man of 50, carries a
large bag full of scientific instruments. He puts his cell
phone away and tips his hat to the old man sitting across
the hallway before turning back to Paul.
PAUL
That was quick. Thanks. Sorry if
its late.
THE DOCTOR
No need. I was very glad you
called. Shall we get started?
The Doctor follows Paul back into his room.
PAUL
Come on in.
The Doctor crosses into
living area, soaking it
window sill. More found
over to the mini fridge
the room. He looks around the small

all in. Small trinkets line the
objects sit on the table. Paul walks
in the corner.
PAUL (contd)
Water? Im afraid thats all I have
until I can get to the store.
THE DOCTOR
You dont use a delivery service?
Paul finds the filtered water jug and pours a glass.
PAUL
I used to be in the CARE Program
until very recently.
The Doctor continues to fiddle with the artifacts around the
apartment. He slowly moves from one to the next, examining
each carefully. A HARMONICA hangs in a window. A large
PAINTBRUSH rests against a window pane.
THE DOCTOR
What happened?
PAUL
You could say they stopped caring.
The doctor pauses to rub Rogers coat.
THE DOCTOR
Roger is a great seeing eye dog.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
3.
PAUL
Hes the best thing thats happened
to me since before enlisting.
Although, hes gotten spoiled over
the past year.
The Doctor picks up a small tin Sheriffs badge and turns it
over a few times in his hands.
THE DOCTOR
Hows your visual memory?
PAUL
Not great.
THE DOCTOR
I see.
PAUL
Ive been practicing lucid
dreaming. Someone I knew suggested
it.
MURIEL LEWIS
(v.o.)
Ha! Hes talking about me.
THE DOCTOR
(chuckles)
Ah, yes. Can you fly over the Grand
Canyon yet?
Paul does not respond.
The Doctor returns a metal wind-up toy to its windowsill and
turns to face Paul. He brings a syringe up and pushes the
last bit of air from the tip.
THE DOCTOR (contd)
Alright Paul. Are you ready to step
out from the unknown?
Paul leans his head back.
PAUL
Doc... you have no idea.
The Doctor injects his needle into the side of Pauls head.
Paul cringes. His pained expression PAUSES on screen.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
4.
MURIEL LEWIS
(v.o.)
Oh, lord. Never mind. I cant watch
this part first. (shouting) Can you
hear me back there, guys? Rewind,
rewind! I want to know whats in
that syringe.
CUT TO:
INT. SALTWATER FISH TANK
A brightly colored, strikingly beautiful MANTIS SHRIMP walks
along the bottom of a 50 gallon water tank. Low light
streams in through the glass, gently rippling through the
liquid until it reaches the other side. The small shrimps
eyes rest on stalks atop the head, and they swivel
constantly.
MANTIS SHRIMPS P.O.V. -- THE TANK
The drab tank takes on new life as experienced from the
shrimps perspective. Bacteria in the water sparkle, like
fireflies on a warm summer night. The shrimp itself gives
off a HAZY WHITE glow. The shrimp can see other tanks in the
lab, containing animal specimens of all types. Most of the
other animals appear as HAZY WHITE blobs of rippling light.
However, one lab rat is particularly upset and is running
around his cage. The rat gives off a MUDDY RED aura as
opposed to HAZY WHITE.
(Note: The basic aura colors remain consistent throughout.
HAZY WHITE is the neutral state. MUDDY RED is
anger/confusion. BLUE is compassion. GREEN is
power/confidence. PALE YELLOW is fear. MAGENTA is guilt.
Complex color combinations are possible.)
Suddenly, two large BLUE and GREEN masses emerge from an
outer room. They are moving towards the tank.
BACK TO SCENE
The shrimp scuttles away from the edge of the tank, towards
the shelter of a small coral rock.
The tanks calm is broken when a hand-held net plunges into
the water, and a HUMAN HAND gently scoops the shrimp up and
into a temporary container.
5.
INT. LABORATORY
The shrimp ascends from the tank. The humans have turned on
the lights, and the lab is awash in harsh fluorescents. LAB
EQUIPMENT buzzes and beeps in the background.
Two scientists stand with their backs to us, shoulder to
shoulder, heads down, examining the shrimp which is now out
of water and taped down to an exam tray. The scientists wear
full face masks, but a long blond ponytail reveals the
gender of one. She looks up from the shrimp. MARCI is in her
mid-20s, an eager assistant.
MARCI
How do his cells look now, Doctor?
The other scientist looks up at her. He is an Asian man,
much older than Marci- the same Doctor who was treating Paul
in the opening scene. He winks at her.
THE DOCTOR
We got it this time, dear Marci. I
really think we got it.
Marci smiles broadly, and starts to clean up the station.
She carefully un-tapes the shrimp and returns him to the
tank.
The Doctor whips off his rubber gloves, and pulls his face
mask down around his neck. Exhaling deeply, he walks over to
his desk and starts reading through a manila folder full of
documents.
THE DOCTOR (contd)
This our man?
Marci dries her hands and skips over to the doctor.
MARCI
Hes perfect! Did you read the
file? No family this time.
The doctor concentrates on the documents in hand.
THE DOCTOR
No family, ok... fiance died in a
car crash while he was in Iraq?
Yikes... history of unruly conduct.
IED explosion was the cause, good,
good...
Marci and the doctor make eye contact.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
6.
THE DOCTOR (contd)
Perfect.
Marci takes the folder from him.

MARCI
You need to bring this one back.
Were running out of time
The doctor taps Marcis folder.
THE DOCTOR
Is your serum ready? You know I
hate needles. I need to go pack.
Also, prepare half an ounce of
drops based on tonights culture.
Youll have to overnight the stem
cells to me. I can do the rest at
the motel. Have you seen my Kindle?
Marci nods and turns to get to work. As
Doctor takes the folder and flops it on
briefcase. The top flap falls open, and
file with a small, passport-style photo
man stapled to the top left corner.
she turns, the

top of his
we see a medical
of a clean cut young
Under NAME, it reads PFC. PAUL F. WALLINGTON.

MURIEL LEWIS
(v.o.)
Youll have to excuse me, I havent
been omnipotent for very long.
(shouting) Hey guys, I know where
we need to start!
EXT. VA HEALTH CARE CAMPUS - DAY - ESTABLISHING
SERIES OF SHOTS
A) A LARGE PLAQUE ON AN ENTRANCE GATE, DATING BACK TO THE
END OF THE CIVIL WAR, CLAIMS THAT THIS IS A "HOME FOR
DISABLED SOLDIERS"
MURIEL LEWIS
(v.o.)
This VA is my home. I lived here. I
died here.
B) A HOMELESS VETERAN IS SLEEPING ON THE LAWN OUTSIDE THE
GATE
C) AN ELDERLY VETERAN IN A WHEELCHAIR EMBLAZONED WITH THE
AMERICAN FLAG SLOWLY ROLLS HIS WAY THROUGH THE CAMPUS
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
7.
(v.o.)
Im new to the afterlife, so I do
appreciate your patience.
D) A YOUNG MAN WITH AN AMPUTATED LEG SITS AT A PICNIC BENCH,

STARING OFF INTO THE DISTANCE
E) A GROUP OF VETS STAND TOGETHER, SMOKING AND TALKING
(v.o.)
OK, guys. This is far enough. Lets
just let it roll.
INT. PAULS ROOM - MORNING
A clock radio turns on, and the morning peace is disrupted
by a radio DJs maniacal LAUGHTER. Paul quickly silences the
morning zoo, and YAWNS loudly.
Somewhere outside, a dog BARKS. Far above, a bird SINGS.
PAUL
Roger. Where you at, boy?
Sunlight streams into the bedroom. A large golden retriever
jogs up and nuzzles Pauls outstretched hand. Paul chuckles.
PAUL (contd)
Give me two minutes.
He deftly maneuvers around the small hospital room. Paul has
lived at the California Veterans Home for eleven months,
after returning home injured from operations in Iraq. There
is very little color in the room, and no art or posters hang
on the walls. There is a TV, but it remains Off. A Braille
calendar is tacked carelessly over a small writing desk.
The furniture and appliance situation is stark, with only
the essentials present: a writing desk, an old recliner, a
small bedside table, a bed, and a mini-fridge.
The bedside table and window sills are home to many small
knick knacks. A HARMONICA hangs in front of an open window,
squeaking when a strong gust of wind blows by. A
Rockefeller-esque figurine of a woman holding an umbrella is
next to a rusty metal wind up toy that somewhat resembles a
duck. A large PAINTBRUSH is propped next to an over-sized
novelty coin featuring the likeness of Bugs Bunny, which in
turn rests against an unidentifiable superhero lunch box.
These and more random items line the window sill and other
elevated surfaces.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
8.
Paul walks over to his well-organized bathroom, picks up the

electric clippers and begins to shave his neck hairs. His
eyes, reflected in the bathroom mirror, look irritated. Deep
red veins pulse around his sockets. A distinct and
unpleasant puffiness highlights his numerous scars. He
splashes water on his face and gently pats dry with a hand
towel.
He leaves the bathroom, turns the radio back on, and starts
to dress. Roger patiently waits for his friend. The NEWS is
being read over the radio.
NEWS REPORTER
Top of the hour: A tsunami warning
has been issued for the West coast,
the U.N. cant resolve an outbreak
in Darfur, and an Iowan father has
been arrested for the deaths of
his...
Paul flips the radio off and walks over to Roger, attaching
a leash to his collar.
PAUL
Hear all that good news?
Roger sits and pants expectantly. Paul puts on a pair of
large, black sunglasses.
PAUL
Lucky you.
Down the street, a dog BARKS. Far above, a bird SINGS.
A series of loud KNOCKS rattles the front door. Roger looks
up. Paul reassures the dog and works his way through the
room. Right before he reaches the front door, a MAN calls
from outside.
DANNY
(o.s.)
Yo, Paul! You in the bathroom?
PAUL
(under his breath)
Danny.
Paul flips the deadbolt open. He cracks the door open just a
bit.
PAUL (contd)
Your broccoli casserole had me on
the John all night. Come back
later.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
9.
DANNY
(o.s.)
Broccoli? Popcorn fucks me up. Hey,
these bags arent getting any
lighter. Open up.
PAUL
Oh! Snacks.
Paul unlocks the deadbolt. With a kick from DANNY (28), the
door swings open and the young man stumbles in with his arms
full of paper grocery bags. Lean and coordinated, Danny is
an obvious ladies man.
DANNY
Thanks, jerk. Think fast!
Paul falls for the rue and raises his hands in defense. He
quickly recovers, but the damage is done.
DANNY (contd)
Ha! Gotcha.
PAUL
You were beaten in the head as a
child, werent you?
Danny strides through the room, trying to avoid the knick
knacks everywhere.
DANNY
Dude, you wanna hear about me
getting beaten? You will not
believe this chick I met at Joeys
wedding. Its his new wifes best
friend or something and bro,
holy... WOW. What-a-freak. I
havent slept.
Danny tosses the small bags of snack items on the desk
chair.
PAUL
(mildly disgusted)
Whats for lunch?
DANNY
Its all good. We used a condom.
PAUL
Youre an idiot. Go back to jail.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
10.
DANNY
Jealous?
PAUL
Maybe.
Paul makes his way around to the bags, trying to avoid
Danny. The delivery boy takes a bag of dog biscuits out. He
rips one end open and pours about ten of the snacks into
Rogers dog food dish. Roger doesnt waste any time
devouring them.
PAUL (contd)
Seriously though, court go OK?
DANNY
Guess so. Ill leave the lawyering
to Dad. Probation is up in a few
weeks. I wont be delivering your
freakin gross lunches anymore.
PAUL
Ill miss your charms, Danny. Oh, I
tossed that tuna out. I think it
went bad. How much do I owe you for
today?
Paul walks closer to Danny, who has the mini-fridge door
open as he puts some of the food away. Paul walks right into
it, hitting his shin.
PAUL (contd)
(rubbing his shin)
Damnit, you gotta warn me. I could
lose an eye.
DANNY
Shit Paul, Im sorry.
TEMPUS
The time is two twenty two PM.
Paul taps his talking watch.
PAUL
Nobody asked you.
DANNY
Miss Tempus need new batteries?
Danny takes a cold pack out of the fridge and wraps it in a
small towel.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
11.
PAUL
Shes been pretty random lately.
Paul taps the watch face again.
DANNY
Dont freak out, but Im buying you
organic food until I leave.
Remember that doctor who went on
and on about toxins?
PAUL
Sure, sure, but ...
Danny presses the cold ice pack against Pauls chest. Paul
grabs it and howls in surprise.
PAUL (contd)
Asshole!
Paul applies the ice pack to his shin and sits down at the
desk.
DANNY
Its a change up. And only slightly
more expensive.
PAUL
I like my generic products. And
that toxin doctor smelled like
fish.
Danny reads the ingredients on one package of macaroni and
cheese, murmuring them out loud.
DANNY
Its still mainly dehydrated
cheese. Just, you know, with sea
salt. And I used the rest of that
thirty bucks from last week, so
Ill just throw the change back in
the box.
PAUL
Youre so sweet. Keep a five spot.
Danny has his back to Paul. The young man reaches under
Pauls bed and brings out a tin box. He pulls a wad of large
bills from his pocket and acts as if hes putting the money
into the box, which is nearly empty. Instead, he puts the
large bills back into his pocket and quickly tosses all of
the one dollar bills into the tin.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
12.
DANNY
(thumbing through bills)
One. Two. Five. Gratzi. Ill get
goin then. Need anything?
PAUL
Nope, Roger and I have an
appointment.
Danny bends over to tie his shoes and get ready to leave.
Hearing his name, Roger walks over.
DANNY
Cool. You stopping by Muriels?
PAUL
Yeah, probably on our way back.
Danny rises to his feet and mutters something under his
breath.
PAUL (contd)
What?
DANNY
(rolls his eyes)
Shes depressing. She depresses
you. She never leaves that dusty
apartment. Ever think about not
going over there? I mean, you two
arent you know, gettin freaky?
PAUL
No.
DANNY
Shit, Paul, I wouldnt blame you.
PAUL
No.
DANNY
(puts his hands up)
Good, because you should be going
after that Jane chick. Shes
smokin hot. Trust me on that.
Positive people invoke positive
change.
PAUL
Thats pretty wise. You been
reading, dope-head?
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
13.
DANNY
Yep. Park bench at the Boys & Girls
Club.
PAUL
(nods)
Park bench.
Danny checks his watch and makes a move towards the door.
Paul stays seated at the desk, still nursing his shin.
DANNY
The one next to it said "Dont Do
Meth". Ive seen several junkies
turn their lives around after
sitting on that very bench.
PAUL
So true. Its called "Bench
Psychology". Im going for my PhD.
Gonna change the world, one ass at
a time.
Paul lifts his ice pack in salute. Danny opens the door and
puts a foot out.
DANNY
Oh, well in that case you
come work at my new bench
factory. Although, I will
see a stool sample before
start.
should
making
need to
you
Danny shuts the door. Paul snorts a little laugh and turns
back to his injured shin.
INT. VA BUILDING LOBBY - DAY
Paul patiently sits and waits for his eye doctor. He hides
behind dark sunglasses. Paul massages his temples. The skin
surrounding his glasses is red and irritated. He clenches
his eyelids open and shut to help alleviate the pressure.
A female SECRETARY (19) LAUGHS at a game show playing on TV.
The studio audience is going wild with APPLAUSE for a
winning contestant.
TEMPUS
The time is three seventeen PM.
Paul taps the watch.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
14.
PAUL
(to himself)
Oh, shut up.
Paul sits up in the chair, which is part of a row that is
otherwise unoccupied. The secretary is engrossed in her
program.
PAUL (contd)
Whos winning?
SECRETARY
(staring at TV)
Hey Paul. You gotta see this
lady...
Realizing her mistake, she quickly turns around with a dour
expression. Paul smirks and waves her off as he stands up.
PAUL
Dont sweat it. Sounds like shes
fucking up the Showcase Show...
down...
Paul stops mid-sentence. He has a pained expression on his
face. He falls back into the chair, teeth clenched, rubbing
his temples. His ears are ringing. The game show has gone to
a beer commercial. Paul is BREATHING hard. In the dark.
SECRETARY
(v.o.)
Paul? Paul, are you ok?
INT. VA HOSPITAL OPHTHALMOLOGISTS OFFICE- DAY
Paul is sitting in a new chair, in a new room. Still alone.
A wall mounted clock ticks away the seconds. The HUM of
fluorescent lighting hovers, ever-present. DR. LARAMIE
enters the room reading off a clipboard. He is portly,
disheveled, and about 45 years old.
DR. LARAMIE
Good afternoon, Mr. Wallington.
Paul is silent. The doctor gives him a sad smile before
putting his clipboard down on the desk and bringing out his
penlight. He shines the light into Pauls eyes.
DR. LARAMIE (contd)
Feeling better?
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
15.
PAUL
No. Thats why Im here. When the
hell are these headaches going to
stop?
DR. LARAMIE
Im going to switch out one of the
anti-inflammatory meds and increase
your dosage. See if that helps.
PAUL
My eyes dont work, doc. Nothing
going to help that. The meds are
making me a fat sack.
The eye doctor continues his exam.

DR. LARAMIE
Have you been using the eye drops I
prescribed? I see no difference in
the swelling.
PAUL
Those eye drops give me a killer
migraine.
DR. LARAMIE
Youve been with us for a year now,
Paul, but you still need help. How
is group therapy?
Paul turns his head up towards the doctor, ignoring his
suggestion.
Ill
Say,
kind
Good
PAUL
let you know as soon as I go.
they were talking about a new
of laser surgery technique on
Morning America.
DR. LARAMIE
No surgery can repair your eyes
RPE dysfunction. Weve been over
this. You need to start therapy, or
Ill have to report it.
Paul clenches his teeth.
PAUL
Got it.
The ophthalmologist nods, happy to see Paul accept the
situation.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
16.
DR. LARAMIE
Have you seen your general
physician about the
anti-depressants?
PAUL
Hes giving me four different pills
a day, too. Wonders why I fall up
the stairs.
DR. LARAMIE
(jots in notebook)
Ill take that as a No.
EXT. WACHLEY STREET
Paul and Roger are on Wachley Street, a little road that
circles the VA campus. Paul is squatting, examining a large
crack in the sidewalk. From out of nowhere, a small hand
grabs his shoulder.
JANE
BOO!
Paul swings his right arm back. Jane is just far enough out
of reach and it sails over the top of her head.
JANE (contd)
Whoa! Its Jane!
Immediately, Paul holds his hands up.
PAUL
Jane...
JANE
Holy crap. Sorry I scared you.
PAUL
Its OK, Im just glad I didnt hit
you.
JANE
Me too. What are you doing?
PAUL
Was there an earthquake recently?
JANE
Probably. This is California.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
17.
PAUL
Something happened to the sidewalk.
Jane looks down at the small, broken ridge.
JANE
Quick. Call the mayor.
PAUL
Im sure it looks like nothing, but
there might be more of them.
JANE
(smiles broadly)
It could be a crack epidemic!
Paul ignores her joke.
PAUL
I could kill myself.
JANE
Why dont you use one of those
walking sticks?
PAUL
Never got the hang of them.
JANE
You never got the hang of a walking
stick?
PAUL
(half annoyed)
Im better with the dog.
JANE
I was just suggesting...
PAUL
That I act more like a blind man? I
already have the giant black
glasses and, trust me, they arent
hiding a pair of beautiful baby
blues.
JANE
I was joking around. Its just a
crack in the sidewalk...
PAUL
I have to rely on this sidewalk
being smooth, otherwise I cant
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
18.
PAUL (contd)
walk in peace. This crack fucks
that up.
Jane moves closer to Paul. She touches him on the shoulder.

JANE
I do get it. Your sidewalk is like
my WeeWaa.
PAUL
Huh?
JANE
My grandmother. When my parents
really got into each other bad, I
would go stay with WeeWaa. She was
my peace.
PAUL
What happened to her?
JANE
Pack of axe-wielding Boy Scouts
chopped her down.
PAUL
What?
Jane laughs.
JANE
WeeWaa was a big pine tree that
grew on the outskirts of our family
farm.
PAUL
You said she was your grandmother.
JANE
My grandma died long before I was
born. Her wish was to be cremated
and her ashes planted along with a
sturdy sapling. That way, the tree
would forever be imbued with her
life force, and part of her essence
would remain within its branches.
Anyone who wanted to remember
WeeWaa just had to sit by the tree
and know that part of her was still
shaking in the wind.
Paul doesnt say anything. Jane shrugs it off.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
19.
JANE (contd)
Anyway, one day I went out to visit
her and she had been chopped down.
So I tracked the culprits. Turned
out to be a bunch of eleven year
olds in need of a merit badge.
PAUL
Werent you mad?
TEMPUS
The time is one ten PM.
JANE
Yeah, I was mad. You bet. Until my
mom took me to see the Troops
handiwork. They used WeeWaa to
repair an old farmers barn. She
gets to see the sun rise and set
each day and keeps a lot of little
creatures warm and dry. Mom said
WeeWaa would have found the whole
matter hilarious.
Paul takes a moment, kneels down and feels the uneven
sidewalk once again. Jane kneels down with him.
JANE
Everything changes, Paul. Trees get
chopped down and sidewalks crack.
Paul whispers to Jane.
PAUL
Are you saying I should laugh at my
crack?
JANE
You are stronger than this crack.
PAUL
I am not the crack?
JANE
There is no crack.
PAUL
Youre cracked.
JANE
I am?
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
20.
PAUL
Just a bit.
Jane bites her lip, affection for Paul written all over her
face. Paul cant see this, of course. He turns around and
takes a couple steps before Jane blurts out.
JANE
Wait!
Paul freezes in his tracks. Jane bends down and picks up an
errant pine cone. She hands it to Paul, who feels the
texture.
JANE
For your collection of interesting
textures.
PAUL
Pine cone. Smooth and sticky.
WeeWaa had good taste.
Jane slowly walks backwards, away from Paul, looking up at a
pine tree.
JANE
Keep an ear out for earthquakes,
soldier boy.
Paul continues his walk. Outside of the Veterans Home,
majestic trees dating back to the Civil War still stand tall
against the backdrop of palm trees and other native flora.
This line of foliage creates a nice stretch of shade on one
side of the street. Paul and Roger walk down the narrow
sidewalk. They pass a man in a suit who doesnt say hello.
The opposite side is being hit full blast by the sun. Paul
trips hard over a bump in the sidewalk.
PAUL
What the...?
Getting down on his haunches, Paul examines the ground with
his hands. After a few moments he comes across the offending
bump. Two of the sidewalk slabs are disjointed, like a tiny
mountain range newly formed by plate tectonics. Slowly, he
glides his finger tips across the rough edge of the
concrete, examining the fissure with intense concentration.
PAUL (contd)
(to himself)
Why...
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
21.
A dark cloaked man walks up behind Paul. He clears his

throat. Paul spins around as he stands straight up.
PAUL (contd)
Hello?
THE DOCTOR
Paul Wallington?
PAUL
Yeah.
THE DOCTOR
My name is Dr. Radcliffe.
The Doctor reaches out and takes Pauls hand, shaking it.
Paul looks a bit annoyed.
THE DOCTOR (contd)
I was hoping we could talk about
your condition. I may be of some
help.
Paul takes his hand away.
PAUL
Uh. Sure. Cmon Roger.
Roger begrudgingly stops sniffing the grass and follows Paul
and the Doctor.
INT. VA BUILDING LOBBY
Paul and the Doctor are sitting in two plush chairs. The
Doctor has removed his dark coat and has a briefcase open by
his lap. His pinstripe shirt and silk tie give the
impression of money. His accent is hard to place, almost
Eastern European, but with an odd lilt.
THE DOCTOR
Your ophthalmologist sent us a
query over at my lab. We deal
primarily with vision loss recovery
and RPE repair that traditional
medicine cant touch.
PAUL
Dr. Laramie sent you my files? That
guy seems about as traditional as
they come. Maybe youre wasting
your time. Im not into smoking
herb or... leeches.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
22.
The doctor looks up at Paul, almost smirking.

THE DOCTOR
No, no, I assure you, my science is
firmly planted in the 21st
century... very late 21st century.
PAUL
Robots, then.
THE DOCTOR
Im a biologist. We work primarily
on researching stem cells. Have you
heard of them?
PAUL
Sure. Arent they used for cloning?
TEMPUS
The time is four nineteen PM.
THE DOCTOR
Thank you, young miss.
PAUL
Her name is Tempus. Shes becoming
senile.
THE DOCTOR
Amazing what a set of fresh
batteries can do. So, stem cells
are the bodys master cells. If
prodded in the right direction, at
the right time, stem cells can
develop into any one of over
two-hundred different specialized
cell types. Lung, heart, and in
your case... retina.
PAUL
Huh. And you know how to prod them?
THE DOCTOR
Were learning. Im working with
hybridized optical cells, which is
where you come in.
PAUL
From what they tell me, mine are
pretty fucked up.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
23.
THE DOCTOR
Exactly. What I would like to do is
try and repair your RPE... the line
of cells in the back of your eye
that nourishes your
photo-receptors.
PAUL
Ive heard thats important.
THE DOCTOR
Its absolutely essential. I
believe we can repair your RPE
using a batch of specially prepared
stem cells. You dont even have to
leave the VA. We can do the
procedure right in your room.
The Doctor reaches into his bag and pulls out a bottle of
eye drops. The bottle is unlabeled.
THE DOCTOR (contd)
But first, Ive brought you some
new eyedrops.
Paul sighs and extends his right hand. The doctor places the
bottle into his grip.
THE DOCTOR
You can stop taking that noxious
stuff your ophthalamologist gives
you. This will definitely help the
swelling and might even start
repairing your corneas.
Paul rolls the bottle between his fingers.
PAUL
I still dont understand why these
stem cells of yours are so special.
Why arent other doctors doing
this?
The Doctor pauses, thinking.
THE DOCTOR
Theres something we need to
discuss. We cant proceed until you
fully understand.
PAUL
That could take awhile.
The Doctor looks at a sheet in Pauls file.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
24.
THE DOCTOR
I chose you, Paul, because you
march to your own drummer. You take
risks. You roll the dice.
PAUL
Maybe that was the old me. You can
see how far Ive come because of
it.
THE DOCTOR
Granted. But its still your
nature. Why not use it to improve
your life for once?
PAUL
What kind of risk are we talking
here?
THE DOCTOR
Well need to bend the VA rules.
Im not a certified clinician here.
PAUL
No problem.
THE DOCTOR
Good. There are also some non-VA
approved medications I havePAUL
Ah. Look, I do get excited talking
about this... but I have to face
reality. This is my home, like it
or not. I cant get evicted.
THE DOCTOR
I understand. Let me explain the
science to you, and all I ask is
that you think about it. Deal?
Paul takes a deep breath, and rubs his temples.
The image of Paul PAUSES on screen.
MURIEL LEWIS
(v.o.)
Hard to believe he ends up going
through with it? Im afraid its
here that I must confess. His
decision was partly my doing.
25.
INT. MURIELS APARTMENT- SAME DAY

MURIEL LEWIS, a frayed-looking middle aged black WOMAN, sits
hunched over in her rocking chair. A SERMON is being read on
the TV. Shes staring off into space. A loud KNOCK at the
front door startles her. She begins to gather herself up.
MURIEL LEWIS
Put it away, Muriel.
With great effort, she rises from the chair and heads
towards the door. Her apartment is a cluttered mess of
newspapers and periodicals.
Hidden amongst the clutter are two framed photos. One is of
a young GIRL and the second is a young BOY. Both are school
pictures. Judging by the kids attire, they were taken
during the 1980s.
Muriel opens her door. Paul stands there with the pine cone
held up against his ear. Muriel looks exhausted, but smiles
at the sight of her friend. He playfully twists the narrow
end of the pine cone into his ear canal.
PAUL
Can you be straight with me?
MURIEL LEWIS
(chuckling)
Yes.
PAUL
This isnt a Q-tip, is it?
MURIEL LEWIS
No, its a pine cone.
Paul drops the pine cone to his side and walks in behind
Muriel.
PAUL
I knew that squirrel was nuts.
Muriel grins and slips Roger a dog treat before closing the
door.
They make their way in. The framed pictures of the two
children are propped up on the breakfast table. A box of
Kleenex, a pile of used tissues, and several bottles of
prescription medicine share the space. Muriel silently
cleans the table off as Paul has a seat. In the Mood by
Glenn Miller is playing on the radio.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
26.
MURIEL LEWIS
Coffeell be up in a jif. Hows
your morning?
PAUL
I freaked out at Jane. Again.
MURIEL LEWIS
What happened?
PAUL
She caught me in flashback mode.
MURIEL LEWIS
You oughta just ask that girl out.
Youre such a tease.
PAUL
I couldnt find her hand to hold
it, even if I wanted to. She
deserves more.
MURIEL LEWIS
Hmm. You OK?
She pours the coffee into two mugs.
PAUL
Sure. Yeah. Nobody gets hurt this
way. Cheers.
Paul holds his mug up to the left of Muriel, who reaches
over to CLINK mugs.
MURIEL LEWIS
Youre really freaked out.
PAUL
Im losing them, Muriel. Memories.
Faces. Everything visual. I cant
remember what my first girlfriend
looks like. I just... cant.
MURIEL LEWIS
That lucid dreaming audio tape I
got you not helping?
PAUL
It does help me dream. But the
dreams are starting to look like
pea soup.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
27.
MURIEL LEWIS
Oh, baby.
PAUL
No! No, no, no. None of that. This
has been coming for a long time.
MURIEL LEWIS
But still...
PAUL
I dont want a pity party.
MURIEL LEWIS
I know. Nobody wants that.
PAUL
On a more interesting note, a
Doctor from Maryland came around
earlier. Wants me to be part of
some study. Hes a genetic stem
cell scientist guy.
Muriel sips her coffee.
MURIEL LEWIS
(sarcastic)
That sounds like a real thing.
PAUL
Im just the guinea pig.
MURIEL LEWIS
You going to do it?
PAUL
Hell, no. I cant handle another
doctor. Youre all the medicine I
need, Muriel.
Muriel gets up to grab a plate of cookies from the kitchen.
She leans against the counter, her head down for a moment,
before composing herself and walking back to Paul.
MURIEL LEWIS
Here, have a cookie, piggie. Mel
Johnsons girl was around selling
them for a school trip.
Paul finds the plate with his hand and grabs a cookie.
Muriel bites into one.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
28.
PAUL
Hows her father these days?
MURIEL LEWIS
(mouth full of cookie)
Drunk.
PAUL
Negative Nelly. You might be
interested to know that Danny
thinks youre depressing.
MURIEL LEWIS
The junkie thinks that, does he?
Well, am I?
PAUL
Impossible.
As the last chorus of the 40s hit parade plays on, Paul
stands up and reaches for Muriels hand. He spins her on the
spot.
PAUL (contd)
You seek adventure?
MURIEL LEWIS
I cherish it.
PAUL
Then get ready to be led by a blind
man.
The pair clumsily dance around the breakfast nook, knocking
into the furniture and each other. Muriel Lewis laughs.
INT. GROUP THERAPY ROOM, CAL VET HOME - AFTERNOON
Paul yanks open a set of double-doors, entering a large
room. A circle of ten men look up at Paul and Roger as they
enter, Paul slightly out of breath. Nobody seems to mind. A
quiet man, DEETONE (30), is doodling on a napkin. A large,
older man, RONALD (65), has his arms folded, sunglasses
firmly planted on his stern face. RICK (19), has two
prosthetic arms and glances around nervously. A young
Hispanic man, PEDRO (22), wears headphones and stares at the
ceiling, mouthing words to unheard lyrics.
PAUL
Sorry Im late. Daylight Savings
Time...
The group facilitator, TOMMY (58), waves him over.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
29.
TOMMY
Its OK. Were over here, Paul.
Rick, grab an extra chair.
Rick, the man with two prosthetic arms, attempts to unfold a
chair as Paul and Roger walk over. As he struggles with the
chair, Ricks over-sized key chain falls out of his shirt
pocket and lands on the floor. Immediately, Roger trots over
and picks the key chain up in his mouth and looks up at
Rick. Rick takes it from the dog and clumsily pats his head
with the prosthesis. Roger pants happily. Paul finds the
chair and sits down.
TOMMY (contd)
OK Paul, welcome to group CPT.
PAUL
Oh, I thought this was for PTSD?
TOMMY
It is. CPT is how we treat PTSD. It
stands for Cognitive Processing
Therapy.
PAUL
OK.
Tommy smiles.
TOMMY
Dont worry, man. Im not a shrink.
PAUL
Sounds good.
TOMMY
Trauma changes the way we look at
the world, ourselves, friends,
family. The way we look at life
really does affect how we feel and
act. Do you want to start us off,
Paul?
PAUL
No, but I will. Names Paul
Wallington, PFC, 4th Brigade, 1st
Infantry Division out of Fort
Riley. Served in Iraq, two tours,
before my convoy was hit by an IED.
Five other guys in my unit were
killed.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
30.
TOMMY
Thank God you made it home,
brother.
Paul takes a moment to consider those words.
PAUL
Yeah. Thats who I thank alright.
TOMMY
What about the men in your unit?
PAUL
They were good guys. Great guys.
Decent, all of em. Last thing I
remember seeing is Jenkins, this
scrawny ass kid from Oklahoma, arms
outstretched. Fuckin legs gone...
Paul stops.
PEDRO
Thats enough, bro. You dont
gotta...
PAUL
I should though, I should. It was
fast. They were all there, we were
talking about going home. Cracking
jokes. Im the only one that lived.
The lucky one.
TOMMY
Whats the next thing you remember?
PAUL
Coming to, still in the field, and
thinking I had been captured. That
I had a hood over my eyes. I
honestly thought I had been fucking
captured, Jesus. No one realized I
was conscious, I was keeping so
quiet. Despite the pain. But I
eventually blacked out again. Then
I came here. Been at the mercy of
the VA ever since.
TOMMY
It hasnt helped being here?
PAUL
I gained twenty pounds the first
month because of some meds they had
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
31.
PAUL (contd)
me on. Another pill gave me the
coordination of a three-year-old.
For awhile the only thing keeping
me from a broken hip was all the
extra padding.
Pedro chuckles and does a "rim shot" double hand slap on the
arms of his chair.
PEDRO
Sounds familiar. The VA doesnt
know what to do with guys like us.
Theres a general murmur of agreement among the men.
TOMMY
Thats why were here.
PEDRO
Pfft. This? This keeps us occupied
for an hour.
TOMMY
So Im wasting my time?
PAUL
No, thats not what the kid means.
RONALD
I think youre wasting your time.
Hippie Paul thinks so, too. Hes
just being nice.
The quiet vet, Deetone, keeps drawing on his napkin.
TOMMY
Deetone, do you agree with Ronald?
Are we wasting our time?
Nobody speaks.
PAUL
Did I miss something? Who is
Deetone?
PEDRO
He doesnt say much- you might not
have noticed him. He likes to draw.
Paul focuses in on on the pencil scratches.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
32.
PAUL
Thats what that scratching is?
Deetone, you never take a break do
you buddy?
Deetone doesnt say anything. He just keeps drawing.
INT. MURIEL LEWIS APARTMENT- SAME DAY
Paul and Roger stand outside Muriels apartment. Paul is
knocking, but no one answers. He turns the door knob. As it
is unlocked, the door opens freely. Paul steps in.
PAUL
You home? I forgot the pine cone.
Muriel is sitting in her recliner, dead. The pictures of the
two children are next to her, along with a bottle of spilled
pills and a fifth of whiskey.
PAUL (contd)
Muriel?
Roger notices Muriels body and tries to lead Paul in the
right direction. The dog tugs at the leash. Paul stumbles
over Muriels chair and his flailing body PAUSES on screen.
MURIEL LEWIS
(o.s.)
Folks, I had my reasons. Sad,
horrible reasons, but that aint
why were here. I did not intend
for Paul to find me. In fact, I
chose to take my own life soon
after our daily coffee for that
very reason. Of course, you never
learn the Whys of life until
its all over.
The image starts to PLAY again. Paul falls hard on to his
back.
CUT TO:
INT. MURIELS APARTMENT BUILDING LOBBY- SAME DAY
Paul and Roger are sitting on a small bench in the lobby of
Muriels apartment. His face is buried in his hands. A WOMAN
walks over to Paul, carrying an envelope.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
33.
APARTMENT MANAGER
Are you Paul Wallington?
PAUL
Yes.
APARTMENT MANAGER
Were you the one who found Ms.
Lewis?
PAUL
Yes. Where did they take her?
APARTMENT MANAGER
You poor thing. The morgue, I
guess. Probably the one at St.
Augustine Hospital.
PAUL
Do they know what happened? I was
just dancing with her an hour ago.
She seemed fine.
APARTMENT MANAGER
Im sorry, sweetheart, but it looks
like a suicide.
PAUL
Suicide?
APARTMENT MANAGER
She left a note for you. We
couldnt read it.
The manager hands Paul the freshly opened envelope with his
name on the front.
PAUL
How nice of you to try.
Paul folds the letter open and scans the Braille type.
PAUL (contd)
Its just a good-bye note. This was
it? It doesnt explain a god damn
thing!
APARTMENT MANAGER
I didnt know her as well as you
did, but that was the saddest woman
Ive ever met. I heard rumors that
something happened to her kids a
long time ago, but those are just
rumors.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
34.
PAUL
Kids? She never mentioned.
Anything.
APARTMENT MANAGER
So you two werent dating? We have
always wondered.
PAUL
Have you now?
He waits a moment before returning to the letter. The
apartment manager looks a bit offended and walks off. Paul
scans over a few of the words once more before standing up
and walking out of the building with Roger.
INT. PAULS ROOM- NIGHT
Paul is having a bad dream. He awakens and lurches out of
his bed. He stumbles into the bathroom, clutching his head.
INT. PAULS BATHROOM
Paul is sweating profusely. Searching the bathroom with his
hands, he knocks a row of trinkets off the counter. He finds
the eyedropper containing medicine from the Doctor.
PAUL
OK steady...
Paul leans his head back and squeezes the bottle over his
eyes. The liquid overflows and runs down his cheeks,
mingling with his tears. He furiously wipes the liquid off
his face, and spats out a few drops that landed in his
mouth. He flings the bottle into the bathtub and collapses
to the bathroom floor. Paul sits against the wall with his
palms pressed firmly against his eyes. Pale moonlight
streams through a small window in the bathroom, silhouetting
his crumpled frame.
INT. PAULS ROOM- LATE AFTERNOON
The room is very quiet. A low rumbling train can be heard in
the distance. Pauls trinkets remain frozen in their place.
A G.I. Joe with a bent machine gun shoots to kill from atop
a windowsill. A white chess pawn rests on top of the desk.
Paul empties a can of dog food out for Roger, then picks up
his cellphone. He dials information.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
35.
OPERATOR
How may I direct your call?
PAUL
St. Augustine Hospital, please.
OPERATOR
Please hold.
The Muzak version of Margaritaville plays for a few seconds.
A nurse finally answers.
NURSE
St. Augustine.
PAUL
Hi, Im looking for some
information.
NURSE
Patients name?
PAUL
Muriel Lewis... but shes not a
patient. She passed away yesterday.
NURSE
How may I help you, sir?
PAUL
I... I just want to know what
happened.
NURSE
Please hold.
The Muzak version of Come Monday breaks up the wait. The
nurse returns to the line.
NURSE
An autopsy is scheduled for the
morning, sir. Are you family?
PAUL
No. Friend.
NURSE
The coroner can give you more
information, if you want to come
in.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
36.
PAUL
Come in? I guess I could call a
cab. Can someone meet me outside
the hospital in, say, half an hour?
NURSE
There is always an orderly on duty
out front, sir.
PAUL
Thank you.
Paul hangs up and dials a new number.

INT. DANNYS APARTMENT
Danny is high. A cigarette hangs from the corner of his
mouth. Hes sitting cross-legged on the floor in his boxers.
A black elastic band is fastened tightly around his arm. A
GIRL is passed out next to him. Mellow MUSIC is playing. The
phone RINGS and startles him. He reaches for his cell phone
and slowly flips it open.
DANNY
Yo.
PAUL
(v.o.)
Danny, real quick, do you have the
Yellow Cab number?
DANNY
Taxi? For who?
PAUL
(v.o.)
Me.
DANNY
Holy shit, man. Finally leaving
that campus? Going to a bar?
PAUL
(v.o.)
I need to get to the hospital.
DANNY
The hospital? Thats so you.
PAUL
(v.o.)
Gimme the number.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
37.
DANNY
Justasec.
Danny stares at his phone and tries his best to maneuver
through the menus. Finally, he reaches the Yellow Cab
number.
DANNY (contd)
424-876, no, sorry, 8746. 8746.
424.
PAUL
(v.o.)
OK.. thanks.
Paul hangs the phone up. Danny remains on the line.
DANNY
Oh fuck.
INT. PAULS ROOM
Paul heads for the tin box containing his petty cash. He
pulls the box out and grabs a handful of bills, leaving the
box open as he heads out the door.
EXT. WACHLEY STREET- DUSK
The taxi pulls up to Paul and Roger. The driver looks at him
and the dog suspiciously. He rolls down the passenger side
window.
TAXI DRIVER
You Paul?
PAUL
Yes. Were headed to St. Augustine.
Paul hands the driver one of the bills. Its one dollar.
PAUL (contd)
Will this cover it? I have no idea
how far away it is.
The driver snorts.
TAXI DRIVER
Thats one buck, pal.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
38.
PAUL
Most of these should be ... I just
grabbed a handful...
The driver looks at the handful of bills, then up to Paul.
TAXI DRIVER
Buddy, theyre all ones. Seven of
em.
PAUL
No, no. Danny said he put two
hundred dollars back in the box.
Ten twenties ...
TAXI DRIVER
Give me a break, pal. Are you
really blind?
TEMPUS
The time is seven fifteen PM.
Paul leans forward and lifts his big, dark glasses. Even in
the fading light, his damaged eyes and scarred skin cause
the driver to cringe.
PAUL
Tell me again that these are all
ones.
TAXI DRIVER
Theyre all singles, man.
Paul puts his glasses back on.
PAUL
Im going to kill that little shit.
Sorry for your trouble.
Paul stuffs the bills in his pocket. Pulling Roger, he
stumbles his way back inside the VA hospital.
INT. PAULS ROOM
Paul races back to the phone and dials Dannys number. There
isnt an answer. Finally, the machine picks up.
DANNY
(o.s.)
Thanks for calling Dannys. Thats
with an A, not an E, so stop asking
to hear about the specials. Peace!
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
39.
The machine beeps. Paul can barely speak.

PAUL
Call me if this cash thing is a
mistake. If its not, never call
here again.
Paul slams the phone down.
PAUL (contd)
Im sorry, Muriel.
Paul slowly walks back into the living room and sits down on
his bed. The sun is nearly set, casting a deep amber light
into the room. Roger rests his head on Pauls arm.
PAUL (contd)
Damnit, how are you this fucking
pathetic. She was suicidal! Your
best friend. Why didnt she tell
me??
Paul punches a fist into his knee a few times.
PAUL (contd)
You know what? Fuck it. I dont
care if I get kicked out.
Paul picks the phone back up and dials a number.
THE DOCTOR
(o.s.)
Yes, hello?
PAUL
Hey, doc. Lets do this.
Pauls focused, serious face PAUSES on screen.
MURIEL LEWIS
(v.o.)
OK, this is about where he gets
those awful injections. (yells) Hey
guys, skip ahead and let it roll.
Ill shut up.
EXT. WACHLEY STREET- LATE MORNING
Wachley Street is bursting with activity. A happy CHILD
plays on a grassy lawn with his young soldier father freshly
returned from Iraq. An ELDERLY COUPLE sit together on a
bench, observing and reflecting.
40.
CUT TO
INT. PAULS BEDROOM- SAME DAY
Pauls bedroom is dark and foreboding. Neighborhood sounds
can be heard in the distance. Paul is lying with his eyes
open and pointed towards the ceiling. Grudgingly, he lifts
his upper body and swings his legs over the edge of the bed.
INT. PAULS BATHROOM
Sunlight now streams through the small bathroom window. As
he enters, Paul is bathed in the light. He pauses and shakes
his head. He rubs his temples.
PAUL
Uhh. Those shots kinda hurt.
He makes his way to the sink, where he splashes some cold
water on his cheeks. He dries his face and leaves the
bathroom.
INT. PAULS APARTMENT
Paul walks by his dusty typewriter and runs his left hand
over the mechanism, but doesnt stop to write a letter.
Roger nudges his wet nose against his forearm.
PAUL
Hey pal. Lets get breakfast. Or
lunch. Whatever the case.
Paul opens the fridge and pulls a casserole out. He lifts
the glass top and takes a deep breath over the white mush.
PAUL (contd)
Doesnt smell very organic.
Paul replaces the glass lid and instead pulls a few cans
out. He rummages around until he finds a manual can opener.
Paul fumbles with the can and the opener for a few minutes
but he eventually figures it out. With the can open, he gets
his nose close to the contents and takes a deep breath.
PAUL (contd)
Mushrooms! Blech.
He moves on to the next can.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
41.
PAUL (contd)
Spinach!
Paul continues his inspection. Roger watches his friend.
Finally, every piece of Tupperware and can is open and
strewn across the table top.
Paul slumps against a wall and slides down until his rear
hits the floor. Roger walks over to him. Paul pats the dogs
head.
PAUL (contd)
Organic. Just slightly more
expensive. Im such an idiot.
Somewhere outside, a dog BARKS. From far away, a bird SINGS.
Suddenly, someone is POUNDING on his front door.
DANNY
(o.s.)
Yo, Paul!!
Paul reaches the door. He does not open it.
PAUL
What the fuck are you doing?
DANNY
I have to talk with you. Let me in?
PAUL
So you can steal my laundry money?
Go away.
DANNY
I fucked up, OK? Im so sorry, man.
I need... your help.
PAUL
What am I to you, Danny? Im no
fucking help. Muriel killed
herself, did you know that?
DANNY
Oh, shit. Paul, man, let me in
please.
Paul can hear Dannys footsteps outside. A flash of RED
light streaks out from the doors peephole. Startled, Paul
focuses in on that spot. He puts his hand out, which meets
the cool glass eye of the peephole.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
42.
Down the hall, a security guard rounds the corner and sees
Danny.
GUARD
Danny? Dude, theres no visiting at
this hour. You gotta clear out.
DANNY
One minute Louis. OK? Hey Paul...
Ill call soon, man.
Rubbing his temples, Paul doesnt say anything. He heads for
the mini-fridge. Paul yanks the door open and pulls out an
ice pack. He slumps down on the floor, eyes closed, with the
ice pack pressed against his forehead.
Roger gets up to see if he can be of assistance. The dog
crosses in front of Paul.
Paul sticks a hand out, which the dog licks. Paul chuckles
and lifts his head. He opens his eyes.
Standing six inches from Pauls face, a brilliant WHITE
light surrounds and radiates from Roger.
PAUL
(indecipherable)
Howthehell...!
Paul jumps up and falls backwards over his own feet,
dropping the ice pack in the process. Food from the fridge
goes everywhere. Roger BARKS. Paul pulls himself up from the
floor.
Roger is now glowing a DEEP BLUE. All Paul can see is the
light and, from time to time, a mere glimpse of Rogers
actual form. The light ripples like a school of fish and
shimmers with the brilliance of sunlight bouncing off a
cresting ocean wave.
The rest of the room remains in total darkness to Paul, but
the shimmering light surrounds and highlights the dog. Paul
is breathing very heavily.
PAUL
R-r-roger?
The dog trots over to where Paul is hiding. The color of his
aura fades from BLUE back to WHITE. Paul tentatively reaches
his hand out and pets him.
Pauls outstretched hand glows a PALE YELLOW. Paul gets to
his feet and runs to the bathroom mirror.
43.
INT. PAULS BATHROOM

Sliding in front of the mirror, Paul keeps his eyes closed.
Taking a deep breath, he opens them. The sight causes him to
fall backwards against a towel rack, banging the back of his
head. His jaw is slack and his mouth open. His eyes spasm
furiously. His entire body is surrounded by a PALE YELLOW
light, which also shimmers like a school of fish swimming in
unison. The polarized light gleans and ripples, similar to a
desert mirage. He waves his arms feebly in the mirror a few
times, before slumping to the ground.
Roger is laying by his side, panting. A housefly is buzzing
around the bathroom.
Pauls eyes adjust. He can see the housefly as a small,
WHITE point of light swooping around. Roger is visible,
looking HAZY WHITE. Every inanimate object remains out of
sight. Paul pets the HAZY WHITE light of Roger with his left
hand. He covers the sunny side of his face with his other
hand, then lets the sun hit it, then takes his hand away
again.
PAUL
This cant be normal.
Paul stands up and looks down at Roger.
PAUL
Are you hungry?
Roger flashes ORANGE as he wags his tail furiously.
PAUL (contd)
Oh Doc. What have you done?
INT. PAULS ROOM
Paul exits the bathroom and follows the WHITE light of the
housefly around his room. Roger rolls around on the floor as
Paul scratches his belly. Rogers aura fluctuates between
ORANGE and the pure WHITE of his natural state. Paul laughs
hard.
PAUL
Lets go for a walk.
Paul jumps up and grabs Rogers leash. Paul pauses and looks
down at Roger.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
44.
PAUL (contd)
Keep an eye out for me, will ya?
Paul opens the door and steps out into his new world.
EXT. WACHLEY STREET- DAY
Standing on the front stoop, Paul has a wide view of the
sidewalk and road. There are three BOYS playing with WATER
GUNS to his left. To his right, an OLD WOMAN, hunched over
and tired-looking, slowly walks her little dog. Paul doesnt
see the old womans tired face, or the childrens exuberant
smiles. Just wave after wave of multi-hued, shimmering,
polarized light. Pure electromagnetic radiation given off by
the ever changing state of flux that is metabolic life.
The old woman is a MUDDY GRAY color, and ominous BLACK SPOTS
swirl around her chest. Paul cringes a bit before looking
over at the children. The water gun game isnt going very
well for the kid without a gun, who has a PALE YELLOW aura.
The two boys with guns both have brilliant GREEN auras.
Soon, the YELLOW kid gets his chance. He grabs one of the
water guns and instantly turns a brilliant GREEN. The kid
without the water gun turns a PALE YELLOW and runs away.
A row of song birds are lined up on the power lines. They
SING to each other, each one lighting up ORANGE and BLUE
when its their turn.
Plant life looks different than animal life. Paul examines a
rose bush growing near the entrance. He does not see a red
flower, however. Instead, the rose seems to scatter light,
like a CRYSTAL prism. All the vegetation is similar. As Paul
walks around the plants, they change in subtle ways. Their
light does not ripple, or look like a school of fish at all.
If Paul does not move, the plant life becomes more uniform.
The grass begins to look like solid ground, albeit on some
strange alien world. Unfortunately, Paul is as blind to the
dangerous sidewalk as he ever was. The road, pavement,
street signs, and buildings remain invisible to him.
The bounty of insect life is astonishing. Long WHITE streaks
spread over the yard and converge in one large mass at a
corner of the sidewalk. They travel up the sides of trees:
millions of ants. One trees canopy is full of them, making
the large plumes of CRYSTAL leaves resemble thousands of
galaxies full of tiny, moving stars.
Birds and other flying creatures light up the sky. Several
meters above the trees, a superhighway of insects speed
along with the winds. Each gust carries a small swarm of
(CONTINUED)
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45.
bees, flies, moths, butterflies, grasshoppers and gnats with

it. Their little WHITE lights converge and take on the shape
of the air currents themselves. Paul can see the wind.
Mouth agape, Paul blinks several times.
PAUL
Holy shit.
Having only taken a few steps, Paul walks backwards into the
hospital. Roger trots close behind.
INT. PAULS ROOM
Paul leaves the door open. He rests his back against the
frame. He drops the leash to the floor. He is breathing
faster than normal. His eyes flicker with every breath.
PAUL
Wow.
Paul looks down at Roger, who wags his glowing WHITE tail.
He holds his hands back up to his face. Theyre glowing a
LIGHT ORANGE.
PAUL (contd)
Am I seeing infrared?
Paul reaches over and closes the front door, but not before
another large housefly buzzes in. He immediately locks on to
the WHITE fly and follows it around the room. Paul has no
problem keeping tabs on this tiny glowing fairy. Its aura
changes to BRIGHT ORANGE when the insect lands on a small
crumb of bread.
PAUL (contd)
Nah, pretty sure flies are
cold-blooded.
Paul opens up his fridge and starts pulling items out and
examining them. He grabs a bottle of blue cheese dressing
and notices a very dim WHITE ring around the top.
PAUL
Must be spoiled. Thanks again
Danny.
He puts the bottle on the kitchen counter and pulls out a
carton of eggs. There is no light surrounding them. Paul
puts them back and pulls out a quart of strawberry yogurt.
(CONTINUED)
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46.
He lifts the lid and can clearly see trillions of live

bacteria inside the yogurt. The cultures cause the probiotic
substance to sparkle. Paul shudders.
PAUL
Its kinda pretty, but Im never
eating you again.
He puts the quart of yogurt back in the fridge. Paul gazes
for a moment at the dim bacteria on the blue cheese dressing
bottle. He grabs the yogurt again and flips the lid off.
Swallowing hard, he dips his finger into the yogurt. Paul
pulls his finger out and smears some of the yogurt on the
fridge door. It acts as a living finger paint. He can now
make out where the fridge door is. Paul smiles. He swings it
open and closed, moving just in the nick of time. His hand
dips back into the container. He finds the edge of the
windowsill with his free hand and begins to apply the
yogurt.
CUT TO:
Paul stands back, admiring his handiwork. He has spread
yogurt on to the edges of each counter and windowsill. Being
spread out thinly this way, the yogurt only gives off a
faint sparkle. Where there is no yogurt, Paul can see only
blackness. Paul collapses on to his knees.
PAUL (contd)
OK. Until I find out I have a brain
tumor, this is a good thing.
Nothing to be scared of.
Roger wags his glowing WHITE tail, looking at his friend
expectantly. Paul sighs.
PAUL (contd)
Youre right, I was warned. We
better call the Doc.
Paul and Roger are standing outside. The Doctor approaches
them, medical bag in hand. He also carries a scratch pad for
notes. From far away, the Doctor doesnt have much of an
aura at all. In fact, hes nearly translucent.
As he nears Paul, the Doctors aura changes to match Pauls
LIGHT GREEN.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
47.
THE DOCTOR
Sleep well? The shots can sometimes
cause discomfort.
PAUL
Nope, slept like a baby. When do
you expect results?
The Doctor chuckles.
THE DOCTOR
Whoa, now. Time is the one factor
we are totally unsure about. If the
stem cells take hold, they should
begin to develop within hours. Yet,
it could take months of treatment
before we see any actual results.
PAUL
Months?
We really
to get to
and Roger
direction
THE DOCTOR
dont know. Today, I want
know your routine. You
walk in this same general
each day?
PAUL
Same exact direction.
THE DOCTOR
(touching a tree trunk)
My, these trees are amazing.
Paul stares at the tree. He grins at how amazing they really
are. The doctor gets down and examines the concrete.
THE DOCTOR (contd)
And this sidewalk is fairly smooth.
PAUL
Used to be perfectly smooth.
THE DOCTOR
Nothing is perfect forever.
Everything falls apart. People,
walkways. Everything.
PAUL
Thats what I hear.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
48.
THE DOCTOR
Its nature, Paul. Nature must be
imperfect in order to exist. Its
that very imperfection that makes
life possible. If the chemistry and
physics of our universe had started
out in perfect harmony; stars,
planets, and complex organic
molecules would never have formed.
Its only through an imperfect
system that we are able to live. We
should learn to embrace that,
instead of fighting it.
PAUL
But nature keeps trying, right?
Isnt that what evolution is all
about? Trying to obtain perfection?
THE DOCTOR
Nature lacks foresight, Im afraid.
Evolution is not conscious, its a
reaction to our environment. There
are microorganisms that have
existed for billions of years - in
exactly the same form, doing
exactly the same thing. Thats as
close to perfect as you get, yet
nature didnt stop at this simple
perfection. It could not. Life
became more complicated when the
chance arose. Until, finally, here
we are: the imperfect answer to a
trillion unnecessary questions.
PAUL
I dont desire perfection, just
improvement.
THE DOCTOR
Where do improvements lead? Take
our friend the mantis shrimp for
example.
PAUL
I was trying to remember what that
was called. Whats so special about
it again?
THE DOCTOR
Its not actually a shrimp per se,
but it looks like one. As with
other invertebrates, they evolved
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
49.
THE DOCTOR (contd)

compound eyes with hundreds of tiny
lenses all working together to
produce an image. We only have one
lens per eye.
PAUL
Right.
THE DOCTOR
Just as our eyes evolved to see
things in a certain spectrum of
light, so did the mantis shrimp.
The difference is that the mantis
shrimp detects parts of the
spectrum that no human can see. UV,
infrared. You name it, they can see
it. As a result, this shrimp
experiences our world in a vastly
different way than we do. They see
types of electromagnetic radiation
thats invisible to any other
animal. No other shrimp. No other
invertebrate. For sure, no human.
PAUL
(beat)
What for?
THE DOCTOR
Good question, Paul. What for?
Seems like overkill when all the
other animals get along fine
without it, but theres the mantis
shrimp in all of its imperfect
glory... using up resources for no
apparent purpose.
PAUL
No purpose?
THE DOCTOR
So we thought. I discovered that
the mantis shrimp has a small patch
on their thorax that reflects a
rather peculiar part of the light
spectrum. Its a signature that
other shrimps can detect from far
away, and it all comes down to sex,
Paul. Finding a mate. Procreation.
Man finding woman through the thick
haze of existence. The mantis
shrimp went out on an evolutionary
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
50.
THE DOCTOR (contd)

limb, but the gamble paid off.
Thats why I expect results, Paul.
I understand the power of
imperfection.
PAUL
So in theory, I might benefit
somehow from this shrimps crazy
eye cells?
THE DOCTOR
We dont see with our eyes, Paul.
Eyes simply allow photons in and
help assemble them in a certain
order. We actually see with our
brains. The shrimps cells are only
used to help your eyes retain
structure, the rest is up to you.
PAUL
So....
THE DOCTOR
There is lots of potential!
PAUL
For what?
TEMPUS
The time is two twelve PM.
THE DOCTOR
Allowing nature to find her most
imperfect solution.
From down the street, Jane trudges along with her
overstuffed bag. She sees Paul and speeds up.
JANE
Paul!
PAUL
Oh boy.
Paul turns around, and sees Janes aura heading his way. She
is an unsettling mixture of BLACK and BLUE. Paul takes a
step back.
She nods a greeting to the small doctor, who gives her a
slight nod of the head in return.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
51.
JANE
Oh my god, I just heard about Mrs.
Lewis. Are you OK?
PAUL
You are upset.
JANE
Well, yeah!
The Doctor doesnt speak up, but looks intrigued.
JANE (contd)
I cant believe it. So sad. Did she
say anything to you?
PAUL
Ah, no.
Jane looks around awkwardly. The Doctor doesnt seem any
more comfortable.
PAUL (contd)
Jane, meet my new doctor. Doc,
Jane.
Jane smiles warmly and shakes his hand. Her expression
changes when they release hands.
JANE
Hi.
She eyes the doctor curiously. He returns her searching gaze
with a half-smile.
THE DOCTOR
Yes, Jane, a pleasure to meet you.
Paul is quite unique and Im very
pleased to be treating him.
JANE
I know hes unique. I also know
hes been fed a lot of bullshit by
uppity quacks.
PAUL
Jane...
THE DOCTOR
Its OK. Shes just trying to
figure out what you missed.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
52.
JANE
I never said he missed anything.
THE DOCTOR
One of the challenges that the
visually impaired face has nothing
at all to do with their disability.
It has to do with the way theyre
treated by those around them.
Jane starts to protest. Paul puts his hand up.

PAUL
Jane treats me great.
THE DOCTOR
Of course. I apologize if I jumped
to any conclusions.
JANE
No problem. I gotta get going
anyway. Talk to you later, Paul.
The Doctor tips his hat and gives Jane another half-smile.
Paul sighs as Jane walks off. Turning to the doctor, he
appears upset.
PAUL
What was that?
THE DOCTOR
Hmmm?
PAUL
You pissed her off. Janes a good
person. Shes upset right now. A
friend of ours just committed
suicide.
THE DOCTOR
I am truly sorry. Even the best of
friends, with the best intentions,
can deceive us.
PAUL
You dont know her. Jane has my
back.
THE DOCTOR
Ive seen cases where patients own
families work counter to very
sensible treatments. People are
afraid of change, sometimes to the
point of sabotage.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
53.
PAUL
Thats just not Jane, OK? I met her
as an independent, experienced
blind man. And what, our treatment
is not sensible?
The Doctor grips Pauls shoulder.
THE DOCTOR
Of course it is, Paul.
The pair continue their walk.
The same group of Vets is sitting in a circle. Paul has not
arrived yet. Tommy is no longer leading the discussion. A
new facilitator, MR. GRANT (35), whose clean-cut and tidy
appearance sets him far apart from the Vets, is
straightening a few papers on his lap.
The double-doors swing open and a breathless Paul slides in.
He holds the door open for Roger, who has been walking
around without a leash for hours.
PAUL
Sorry, Tommy. Guys.
STERN VET
Hippie Pauls only twenty minutes
late today. Must be a record.
Paul notices that Tommy doesnt greet him. He takes a hard
look at the group. The person sitting in Tommys chair is a
mottled GRAY. Like a dull day in February. Paul finds an
open seat by himself this time. He looks at the GRAY man.
PAUL
Wheres Tommy? Whore you?
MR. GRANT
Thank you, gentlemen. Im Mr.
Grant, a clinical therapist, some
of you know me.
Pedro rolls his eyes.
MR. GRANT
Ill be leading this group
discussion today. Lets introduce
ourselves.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
54.
PAUL
Wheres Tommy at?
MR. GRANT
Mr. Rye checked himself into the
detox program.
PEDRO
Tommy fell off the wagon? Damn. He
was like a rock.
MR. GRANT
Yes, Pedro. Sometimes people appear
stronger than they really are.
Thats why its so vitally
important for you to stay on your
treatment programs.
RONALD
I feel like a damn mushroom most of
the time. Which is ironic
considerin fungus gives me a nasty
rash all over.
PEDRO
Even pizza mushrooms?
Ronald nods his head grimly at Pedro. Paul takes a good look
at the stern vet. The older man is still a vibrant mix of
bright ORANGE and streaks of LIGHT RED.
PAUL
You need to sweat. I think. Work
that out.
Paul seems surprised at himself for dispelling advice.
RONALD
Huh? I walk everywhere.
PAUL
No, I mean, something faster. I
dont know. A bike.
Mr. Grant looks suspiciously at this blind man in his midst.
MR. GRANT
Um. Paul, is it? Yes, Paul, Mr.
Totum is a Vietnam era veteran.
RONALD
So? I like bikes.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
55.
MR. GRANT
Im not sure if a 66 year old...
RONALD
Not until April, goddamnit. 65.
MR. GRANT
... 65 year old, with arthritis,
should be hopping on bicycles. Now
obviously Paul couldnt have known
Mr. Totums age, so its a nice
idea, and thank you Paul, but
probably not the way to go.
PAUL
What do you have in mind for him,
Mr. Grant?
MR. GRANT
I think light exercise is a
wonderful way to raise Mr. Totums
metabolism and energy levels. We
have yoga now! Did you all know
that?
PAUL
Theres nothing wrong with this
guys metabolism. Hey man, you live
a pretty crazy life or what?
RONALD
Names Ronald, and hell yeah. Drove
fast, drank hard and loved the hell
out of every woman I found. I was
young in Nam, you know. Since then,
Ive always had a way of getting
into trouble.
MR. GRANT
Well, we dont want you in trouble
now. Do we? I think what Paul is
saying is that we all need to be in
control.
PAUL
Of our own lives.
MR. GRANT
Hmm?
PAUL
You forgot that part.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
56.
MR. GRANT
Its assumed. Who else would be in
control of you?
PAUL
Good question.
MR. GRANT
Lets move on to someone else for
now. Mr. Deetone?
Nobody says anything. Mr. Grant looks at his paper.
MR. GRANT (contd)
Hmm. I guess hes not here.
PEDRO
Hes here. He dont talk.
Pedro points at the quiet man, hiding near the back, still
drawing on his napkin.
MR. GRANT
Thank you Mr. Gonzalez. Mr.
Deetone, care to share?
Paul looks over to where Deetone is sitting, and visibly
gasps when Ronald moves out of the way to give the quiet man
space.
Paul cant take his eyes off Deetone, who easily has the
most complex aura Paul has seen yet. REDS and BLUES
intertwine with several streaks of varied YELLOW and ORANGE
hues.
MR. GRANT (contd)
Mr. Deetone, can you put the pencil
down for just a moment?
Mr. Deetone stops drawing and puts the pencil down. To Paul,
its like turning down the dimmer on a light bulb. Deetone
looks up at Mr. Grant.
DEETONE
What?
For a moment, Ronald loses his stern face and breaks out in
a raucous and inappropriate laugh, slapping his own knee.
MR. GRANT
(ignores Ronald)
Care to share?
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
57.
DEETONE
I am also a mushroom.
Deetone picks his pencil back up and continues to draw. The
wavering light becomes the brightest as Deetone dives back
into his art. Paul is awestruck.
INT. PAULS ROOM
Paul walks to the fridge and pulls out a loaf of bread and a
jar of peanut butter. Next he finds a knife and spreads the
peanut butter on the bread. As hes doing this, his phone
RINGS.
Paul puts the knife down and answers.
PAUL
Hello?
DANNY
(sobbing o.s.)
Oh man, Paul, can I come over
please? Im in trouble, man. Im in
a shit ton of it dude.
PAUL
Danny? Slow down.
DANNY
(o.s.)
Look, dude, Im sorry about the
cash. I needed a fix bad, you know,
and I was totally going to pay you
back.
PAUL
There was an emergency!
CUT TO:
INT. BACK ROOM OF A DIVE BAR
Danny is sitting on a chair, his hands bound behind him. One
eye is puffy and dark blue. Blood is running down his lip.
Someone off screen is holding both the phone and a gun to
his ear.
DANNY
I n-n-need help.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
58.
PAUL
(o.s.)
I agree. But not from me.
Paul hangs the phone up on his end. Danny closes his eyes as
someone off screen punches him in the face.
With Roger waiting patiently nearby, Paul sits on his hands
and knees in front of the troublesome bump in the sidewalk.
He is smearing yogurt around the edges of the fissure with
his fingers, but its a painstaking process. He stands up
and nods his approval. He has outlined the square of
sidewalk with yogurt and covered the actual bump so it now
glows bright PINK.
PAUL
Check it out, Rog!
Paul hops over the glowing bump. Roger sniffs the yogurt and
licks a little bit from one of the crevices.
Paul takes a step back and trips over a brand new bump on a
different section of sidewalk.
PAUL (contd)
Crap!
JANE
Another earthquake?
Paul straightens up a bit at the sound of Janes voice. She
approaches, walking her normal route. Her aura is now a
soothing shade of BLUE.
PAUL
Feels like it.
JANE
You thinking about Muriel?
Paul gets down on his haunches and runs his hands over the
ground, looking for the leash. Roger, who hasnt moved an
inch, walks over to him. Leash in hand, Paul stands back up
and brushes off his pants.
PAUL
Theyre cremating her today.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
59.
JANE
Oh, Paul.
PAUL
No service. Guess she didnt want
one.
JANE
I... Im here if you want to talk.
I actually wanted to speak to you
about someone else.
PAUL
Who?
JANE
Your new doctor.
PAUL
Quite a character isnt he?
JANE
He gives me the creeps.
PAUL
He can be kind of strange.
JANE
Snake oil salesman strange.
PAUL
No, hes a doctor. He has ethics.
JANE
Call it a womans intuition then. I
dont trust him.
PAUL
What do you want me to do? Hes
here, were going through
treatments. Hes getting results...
Jane stops and Paul does, too. She gently reaches out to
pull off his dark glasses. He flinches. Her eyebrows raise.
JANE
Let me.
PAUL
Its not...
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
60.
JANE
Sshhh.
She takes his glasses off, staring into his eyes. Her own
eyes widen ever so slightly. The red puffiness is gone. His
iris has turned from milky white to a deep amber color.
PAUL
...very attractive.
He sighs and starts to put the glasses back on. She holds
his hands, still looking into his eyes.
JANE
Dont. Theyre beautiful.
PAUL
Jane...
JANE
Your eyes... is this something to
do with that research project?
PAUL
Its more of a clinical trial ...
thing. Its kind of complicated.
Hey, whatever works, Im up for it.
JANE
Do me a favor and get a second
opinion. Cant hurt.
PAUL
I was actually going to skip
todays follow up with my old eye
doctor.
JANE
You shouldnt be so flippant. This
is your life.
PAUL
Are you blind? My life sucks.
JANE
I dont want to see you get hurt.
PAUL
Im in good hands with this guy.
These brilliant scientists are
always strange.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
61.
JANE
Im trying to be a good friend.
Please be careful.
PAUL
My friends seem to find me quite
convenient lately.
JANE
Im sorry about Muriel. Im sorry
she didnt confide in you. But if I
cant tell you that Im worried
then why the hell are we friends?
Jane turns and storms away. Streaks of MUDDY RED race wildly
across her BLUE aura. Paul puts his dark sunglasses back
on and continues the walk back to his apartment. Jane gets
about twenty yards from Paul when her satchel rips open and
letters fly everywhere. She curses loudly, but Paul doesnt
turn around to help.
INT. VA BUILDING LOBBY
Paul is back in the waiting room of his former
ophthalmologist. The secretary, looking glum, is watching TV
again. This time, Paul is standing up straighter in the
chair. He stares intently at the secretary, who shimmers in
a surprisingly GRAY light. Her muted aura doesnt seem to be
affected by whats on the television.
PAUL
Good boob tube today?
SECRETARY
(doesnt hear him)
Dr. Laramie will be right out,
Paul.
PAUL
(louder)
Anything good on?
SECRETARY
Huh? Oh, sorry. Been a bad day. TV
sucks. You aint missing anything.
She stops at the Animal Channel.
SECRETARY (contd)
Hmm. The Big Cat Show.
The secretarys GRAY begins to turns ORANGE mixed with BLUE.
Paul studies her.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
62.
PAUL
Cats do the trick.
The young secretary finally turns toward Paul.

SECRETARY
Yeah. I love cheetah cubs the best.
Like, I really love these crazy
cubs they have on right now, Mala
and Kilami.
The secretary snorts a little laugh, and a wave of ORANGE
light shimmers over her.
SECRETARY
I like a cat with killer instincts.
The ORANGE dominance has almost completely replaced the GRAY
dominance.
PAUL
Do you like baseball?
Her ORANGE is crushed by the return of GRAY.
PAUL (contd)
(quickly)
I mean, horses?
SECRETARY
(tearing up)
My stupid ex-boyfriend loved
baseball. We just b-b-b-roke up.
PAUL
I meant... horses.
The secretary is full on crying now and sobbing to Paul
through a handkerchief. GRAY and quickly encroaching BLACK
swirls engulf her.
SECRETARY
Why did he do this to me? I mean,
like, why??
TEMPUS
The time is four fifteen PM.
Paul clamps his hand over the watch.
PAUL
(feeling bad)
Im sorry, honey. Im sure it
wasnt you. Youre perfect!
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
63.
A wave of BLUE light washes over the secretary and

disappears. She blows her nose into a tissue.
SECRETARY
Oh, thanks Paul but no... no. Im
not perfect. My big mouth for
starters.
The ophthalmologists door opens, and a fat little head pops
out.
DR. LARAMIE
Paul. Ill see you now.
Paul quickly gets up.
PAUL
(to himself)
Thank God.
INT. VA HOSPITAL DR. LARAMIES OFFICE- DAY
Paul sits up straight in his chair. The eye doctor sighs as
he slouches back into his comfortable rocker. He flips over
a sheet in Pauls records.
Paul stares at the eye doctor, with his MUDDY RED aura.
DR. LARAMIE
Headaches?
PAUL
Theyve cleared up.
DR. LARAMIE
Mmm. Good. Maybe we can try you out
on a new dosage, then. Have you
seen your GP about a new round of
anti-depressants?
PAUL
Not today. A friend said my eyes
looked different, and I wanted to
get your opinion.
DR. LARAMIE
Let me see.
The eye doctor gets up and shines his penlight into Pauls
retinas.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
64.
DR. LARAMIE (contd)
What the...
PAUL
Yes?
The eye doctor blinks furiously before continuing to study

Pauls eyes. His MUDDY RED aura has turned GREEN.
DR. LARAMIE
Paul, I have no idea what Im
looking at here.
PAUL
Were you mad just a minute ago?
DR. LARAMIE
Mad? No, well, I just got a parking
ticket for no good goddamn reason
but now Im delighted. Your eyes
have changed. They look practically
healed! Your pupils are dilated,
the redness is gone, your corneas
are clear. Ive never seen anything
like it.
PAUL
That a good thing?
DR. LARAMIE
I would think so. Say, you cant
detect my pen light at all?
Flashes of ORANGE shimmer through the mans GREEN aura.
PAUL
Nope. Are you getting excited?
DR. LARAMIE
Im... just...
PAUL
A fraud.
The eye doctor doesnt respond.
PAUL (contd)
No, Im sorry. This must be due to
all your positive encouragement.
DR. LARAMIE
Now, look here!
Dr. Laramies MUDDY RED has returned. Paul gets up.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
65.
PAUL
Ive been seeing you every week for
a year. Ive brought you idea after
idea to help fix my sight. New
surgery techniques, new medicines.
You shot down every one. Didnt
even try.
A wave of MAGENTA washes over the ophthalmologist and
disappears.
DR. LARAMIE
Dont be ridiculous! Im a doctor.
Paul puts his hands up.
PAUL
OK OK. I know, its your job Dr.
Laramie. Why then, after all this
time, did you reach out to this Dr.
Radcliffe?
DR. LARAMIE
Who?
The eye doctor backs up and sits in his fat leather chair.
PAUL
From Maryland.
DR. LARAMIE
Im sorry, I dont know who you are
talking about. The only other
doctors I would ever discuss your
case with are my peers here at the
hospital.
Dr. Laramies aura has returned to its natural WHITE and
LIGHT BLUE state.
Without another word, Paul turns and exits the office.
INT. PAULS ROOM - SAME DAY
Paul shuffles into his room and collapses onto his bed.
Roger sits obediently by his side. Paul pets him.
PAUL
Youve never lied to me.
A KNOCK on the door startles them both.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
66.
Paul opens the door. The MORTUARY MAN, wearing a dark blue
suit and tie, holds a box and clipboard.
MORTUARY MAN
Hi, Mr. Paul Wallington?
PAUL
Yeah.
MORTUARY MAN
My name is Doug, from St. Augustine
mortuary. Im here to present you
the ashes of Muriel Lewis.
PAUL
What? That cant be right.
MORTUARY MAN
This your name on the work order?
He holds the work order up to Paul, who sighs.
PAUL
Ill take your word for it. Where
do I sign?
EXT. WACHLEY STREET- DUSK
Danny,
the VA
Pauls
we can
huddled in a dark hooded sweatshirt, lumbers through

campus. His ankle is twisted. He stops in front of
residence building. When he looks up at the building,
see his face is badly mangled.
INT. PAULS ROOM

Paul is back on the bed, now staring at Muriels urn. The
rotund shape of the urn is silhouetted by Rogers WHITE
glow. The scene resembles a Rorschach test. Paul is holding
the pine cone, slowly spinning it in his hand.
PAUL
I miss you Muriel. Im going to
make sure you arent forgotten.
INT. PAULS HALLWAY
Danny slumps against the outside of Pauls door. Now
standing in the light, its plain that Danny has been badly
injured. He winces at every movement, but manages to knock
on Pauls door. Danny tries to look through the peep hole.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
67.
DANNY
(quietly)
Yo, Paul.
A few moments pass before the dead bolt unlocks. The front
door opens and Paul grabs Danny as he nearly falls over.
Paul is looking him all over. Dannys aura is a BLACK and
GRAY swirling mass, a turbulent and shattered tornado
different from anything Paul has encountered thus far. His
own aura has turned PALE YELLOW - Paul is frightened.
PAUL
Jesus, Danny.
Paul drags Danny inside the room and shuts the door.
INT. PAULS ROOM - SAME NIGHT
Danny is asleep on Pauls bed. Paul watches over him.
Thinking.
EXT. WACHLEY STREET, VA CAMPUS - DAY
Paul waits impatiently for the Doctor. His own aura is a
MUDDY RED.
A dark Cadillac rolls up beside Paul.
PAUL
Thats him.
Paul turns in the direction of the Doctor. A translucent
aura steps out from the car. As the Doctor walks up towards
Paul, he changes to match Pauls MUDDY RED aura.
THE DOCTOR
Youre upset?
PAUL
Howd you guess?
THE DOCTOR
Intuition, I suppose. Your posture
is off. Whats wrong? Are you OK?
PAUL
We need to talk.
Paul reaches out and grabs the Doctor by the arm. The Doctor
looks surprised. The pair walk back into the hospital,
followed by Roger.
68.
INT. EMPTY CONFERENCE ROOM

Paul finds an unused general purpose conference room and
pulls the Doctor inside. Closing the door, he turns and
points his finger at the Doctor.
PAUL
You...
The Doctor gets very animated.
THE DOCTOR
.. can see! Cant you? You just
grabbed me right by the arm. You
can see me!
The Doctor impulsively reaches halfway up to Pauls
sunglasses.
THE DOCTOR (contd)
May I?
Paul takes a step back.
PAUL
Wait. I can, but I cant. You gotta
go over this again. What the fuck
did you do to me?
THE DOCTOR
Paul, I need to examine your eyes.
In order to fully answer your
question, I need to know what has
happened. OK?
Paul whips off his glasses.
PAUL
My ophthalmologist sure is stumped.
The Doctor rushes over, penlight at the ready.
THE DOCTOR
You saw another doctor?
PAUL
It was a mandatory follow up. VA,
remember? Speaking of which, Im
gonna get kicked out of here
because of you. Is your clinical
trial even legal?
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
69.
THE DOCTOR
Pretty illegal, Paul. Wow...
The Doctor is examining Pauls eyes with his light.
THE DOCTOR (contd)
First off, the tissue repair is
astounding. Your lensing system had
to rebuild itself, and found a most
unique solution if I do say so
myself.
PAUL
But it aint normal sight, Doc. I
dont know what Im seeing.
THE DOCTOR
Can you describe it?
PAUL
Yesterday it just turned on. I was
petting Roger, and then BAM there
he was. But nothing else. Total
darkness, except for this hazy
white lump of light with bad
breath.
THE DOCTOR
Fascinating.
PAUL
And then there was a fly. I could
see a housefly buzzing around my
room. Same hazy light.
THE DOCTOR
Hmm.
PAUL
Is this sounding normal to you?
THE DOCTOR
No. Not in the slightest.
PAUL
When you were describing this
experimental procedure, you said
the stem cells came from me and
that mantis shrimp with killer
vision, but the animal part was
just there for support type stuff.
I said I knew what the fuck you
were talking about, but Doc... I
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
70.
PAUL (contd)
mean, what animal sees like this
and why do I?
THE DOCTOR
The mantis shrimp in question is a
lively specimen named Manny who
resides in my lab. The experiment
in question hybridized stem cells
from you and Manny. My theory is
that cross-species stem cell
hybridization creates a
multi-branched myriad of avenues in
which nature can use to explore
solutions, and cures. Looks like
she found one.
PAUL
You lost me at Manny, doc.
THE DOCTOR
The Mantis shrimp has the most
complicated and mysterious vision
system on Earth. It outclasses our
eyes in every area. A mantis shrimp
can see across a wider area of the
light spectrum, so they pick up
infrared and UV light, see 12
colors compared to our 3. Their
eyes move independently on these
little stocks. It goes on and on.
PAUL
Well, you know what Id do if I saw
it? Id eat it. Because its a
shrimp.
THE DOCTOR
Are you unhappy with whatever
partial vision the mantis stem
cells have offered you?
PAUL
No. I wouldnt say that. Its
just... Im different.
THE DOCTOR
Theres no doubt youre one of a
kind now.
PAUL
I can only see things that are
alive. Plants, animals, but nothing
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
71.
PAUL (contd)
looks familiar. I can even see
bacteria, if theres a lot in one
spot. I can see yogurt, it
sparkles. You eat that shit and you
dont even realize whats going on.
THE DOCTOR
It could be a few things. An
increased polarized light
sensitivity perhaps. That happened
to one of my rats, albeit the
effect didnt last.
PAUL
This could be temporary?
THE DOCTOR
This could just be the beginning of
your healing, Paul. We really dont
know.
PAUL
Theres something else.
THE DOCTOR
Yes?
PAUL
Its not just a hazy white light
all the time. People, especially,
but Roger too... even the fly at
one point... keep changing colors.
THE DOCTOR
Colors?
PAUL
Yeah, it seems to change based on
what theyre feeling.
THE DOCTOR
Now that would be something. How
fun.
PAUL
Doc, I can see how people feel. And
its getting to where I can feel
what theyre feeling! I know Jane
likes me, I know shes too scared
to say so... Danny, my god, he
showed up last night...
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
72.
THE DOCTOR
Danny?
PAUL
My friend, hes a screw up. But
these guys almost killed him over
some money, and Doc... if you could
have seen him. The terror. Theres
still no way to help...
Paul punches his knee. The Doctor considers Pauls
statements.
THE DOCTOR
I implore you to accept an
invitation to my lab in Maryland.
If I am correct, your eyes may have
developed a way to see part of the
light spectrum we previously
figured was invisible to all
creatures. Some theorize that
theres an electro-magnetic shell
of radiation that surrounds all
living systems. All life forms on
Earth emit this same type of
energy. Its the radiation of life.
PAUL
Uh huh.
THE DOCTOR
Ive often thought that the mantis
shrimp can detect this signature.
It would be handy to see how your
neighbors are feeling. Whos
hungry? Whos distracted? Which
lady shrimp is looking for love?
PAUL
So Im a walking mood ring.
THE DOCTOR
Dont be glib, Paul. Youre a
goddamn miracle.
TEMPUS
The time is one fifteen PM.
The Doctor checks his own watch.
PAUL
Shit. I gotta run. Look, Doc, Im
not a complete idiot. Whatever this
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
73.
PAUL (contd)
is, its going to bring you a lot
of money, funding, right?
THE DOCTOR
(smiles)
Dont worry, you will be
compensated.
PAUL
Great, because I might need a
really big forward.
EXT. VA HOSPITAL
Paul is holding Muriels urn in one hand, and the container
of yogurt in the other. Roger is not wearing his leash. An
impossibly long line of ants, glowing WHITE on the sidewalk,
march along some predetermined path. Paul silently watches
the ants, like a funeral procession.
He hears an all too familiar voice trailing behind him.
JANE
Paul!
Suddenly, a bright ORANGE blob with streaks of BLUE pops
into Pauls sight. Jane is carrying a dim WHITE package: a
pine tree sapling
JANE (contd)
Hey.
PAUL
Hi. Beautiful.
Jane looks surprised at the compliment. Her aura flickers
with streaks of LIGHT PINK.
JANE
Ill take that as an apology. So,
is that Muriel?
Paul holds the yogurt up to Jane.
PAUL
Nah, yogurt.
JANE
Dork.
Jane takes the urn from Paul and examines it.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
74.
PAUL
Thanks for coming out. Wasnt sure
if anyone else would understand.
JANE
Im honored. I hope this little guy
works, its pretty young.
Jane examines the young pine tree. Paul seems to consider it

as well.
PAUL
Its very healthy.
JANE
Wow, can you smell it?
PAUL
(smirks)
Yes. Smells very healthy.
Jane giggles.
JANE
How do I smell?
Paul takes a step closer and inhales deeply. He is lost for
a moment in her ORANGE and BLUE. Intoxicated.
PAUL
Lilac and sap.
JANE
Really?
PAUL
Lets go.
Jane smiles. Her aura returns to the original bright ORANGE.
The pair walk on, slowly, chatting.
JANE
Ive been saving up, you know. Im
just going to get on a bus and take
off.
PAUL
Where would you go?
JANE
Not sure. Thats part of the plan.
Her bright, shining ORANGE aura twinkles in his eye.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
75.
PAUL
Ever been to Maryland?
JANE
I dont think Ive ever even
thought of going to Maryland.
Paul stops and turns to Jane.
PAUL
Would you go out with me?
JANE
On a date?
PAUL
To Maryland. The Docs lab.
JANE
Thats a big date.
PAUL
I need someone I can trust. You
might be right about the Doc, you
know. I cant read the guy- he is
like a chameleon.
Pauls eyes flicker wildly behind the dark glasses. Janes
aura flashes between several colors before settling on PALE
YELLOW. She is taking a long time to respond.
Jane bites her fingernail.
JANE
No ... sorry.
PAUL
I know you are.
JANE
Im barely making ends meet. The
timing... wait, what do you mean "I
know you are"?
Paul smiles.
JANE (contd)
Im serious. Im really sorry.
PAUL
Dont be. Do me a favor.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
76.
JANE
Yeah?
PAUL
Next Monday morning, lets start
with a small date. Breakfast. Come
to work at your normal time...
JANE
Breakfast?
PAUL
(rattles the yogurt)
I have health food.
Now, Jane smiles.
JANE
The hard sell.
PAUL
This stuff is more exciting than
you ever thought possible.
Jane whacks him in the arm, playfully. Their two auras
briefly intermix, creating a kaleidoscope at the point of
contact which lingers even after Jane moves back.
EXT. VA GROUNDS
Paul and Jane reach their destination. A row of freshly
planted saplings lines a small side street with a nice view.
JANE
Do you think Muriel would like it
here?
PAUL
I have no fucking clue. We drank
coffee and chatted every day for a
year, then she just killed herself
for no reason.
JANE
She had a reason, Paul. I liked
Muriel, we always had a good talk
when I saw her. It wasnt like what
you two had, but there was sadness
written all over her face.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
77.
PAUL
Not in her voice.
JANE
Not around you.
PAUL
What do you mean?
JANE
Remember that one day I delivered
her a package from QVC...
PAUL
Bread maker.
JANE
Right, and you were there. Its the
only time I saw you guys together,
but she was totally different. I
think she felt really comfortable
with you.
Paul bends down to the freshly dug hole in the earth. He

holds Muriels urn for a moment, before opening it and
pouring the ashes into the hole. Jane opens the ball of dirt
housing the sapling roots, and gently places the little
roots down amongst the ashes. Once it is in place, Paul
pours the rest of Muriels ashes over the top of the roots,
so they are covered by them on all sides.
PAUL
Rest well, Muriel. I hope your
spirit does find its way into this
little tree.
Jane covers the ashes with dirt and pats the ground. Paul
looks up towards Jane. Her ORANGE and BLUE is muted, mixed
with darkness. Paul stands up and puts one arm around her.
Jane turns and hugs Paul firmly. Her darkness dissipates.
PAUL (contd)
Do you feel comfortable?
JANE
I do now. Why?
PAUL
Its just.. the group therapy Ive
been taking, these guys. They
arent getting what they need from
this place. And, and, well.. its
almost like I can tell what they
need now...
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
78.
JANE
Which is what?
Paul notices something fast and MUDDY RED coming their way.
A car is speeding towards them, and the driver seems to be
quite upset.
PAUL
Road rage.
Jane breaks away from Paul and takes a step back from the
road. As she turns to look behind her, the car rushes past
them, swerving slightly and expressing his displeasure with
a terse honk of the horn. Jane looks at Paul.
JANE
Should I ask how you just did that?
PAUL
No. You really, really shouldnt.
Jane looks at him suspiciously. Her BLUE streaks are
replaced with BRIGHT GREEN ones.
PAUL (contd)
Whoa now, curiosity kills the cat.
Her BRIGHT GREEN streaks turn to BRIGHT RED as Jane is
caught by surprise.
JANE
How did you do that?
PAUL
This is fun.
JANE
Can you see my face?
PAUL
Not exactly.
Jane reaches out and takes Pauls glasses off. His eyes, a
deep amber color, no longer possess a round pupil. Pauls
pupils have thinned, and are positioned horizontally. They
definitely do not look human. Jane takes a sharp breath.
JANE
Oh, Paul. What did they do to you?
PAUL
This was my choice.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
79.
JANE
You knew this would happen?
PAUL
Well, not exactly... this.
Jane looks exasperated. Several colors are competing against
each other, and Paul cant decipher them.
PAUL (contd)
Shit. Jane, I didnt mean to scare
you. Something has happened. The
Doc has a scientific explanation
for it all. Stem cells, see.
Theres this layer of cells in your
retina, you knowJane regains her composure.
JANE
Stop. Are you sure youre not
feeling guilty about Muriel? I know
she meant a lot to you.
PAUL
Thats it, Jane. She did mean a
lot. And I never knew. If she was
around right now Id know exactly
what was wrong with her. Even if
she didnt.
JANE
Something is going on with you.
Ive never seen you this sure
before.
PAUL
About what?
JANE
About anything. It took you five
months to leave your room.
PAUL
Im flying by the seat of my pants
here, but you know... thats the
real me. Thats whats been
missing. Blind or not, I guess I
need the unexpected. Its good for
me.
80.
INT. PAULS ROOM
Paul and Roger return to their room. Danny is no longer on
the bed. Paul looks around briefly, just in case.
Paul picks up his phone and dials a number. After a few
rings, Dannys voice mail clicks over.
DANNY
(o.s.)
Thanks for calling Dannys. Thats
with an A, not an E, so stop asking
to hear about the specials. Peace!
PAUL
Hi Danny, its Paul. Just checking
in. Uh, look, give me a call. I
want to help with this money
problemSomeone picks up on the other line. Its not Dannys voice,
though. This is SANDY, a 20-something gang banger.
SANDY
(o.s.)
You got my money?
PAUL
Who is this?
SANDY
(o.s.)
Im the guy with the problem. Who
is this?
PAUL
Just a friend. Is Danny OK?
SANDY
(o.s.)
For now. Im babysitting his phone
until he gets back home. Why dont
you tell me where he is?
PAUL
Are you at his place now?
A second voice can be heard in the background. Its deeper,
more gravely. This is the voice of TOMAS, a gang leader.
TOMAS
(o.s.)
Tell this idiot to bring me the
money. Hes got twenty minutes.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
81.
SANDY
(o.s.)
Look, idiot, bring the money to
Dannys in twenty minutes. Well be
waiting inside. Your friend is dead
if you call the cops.
The phone CLICKS dead. Paul puts the phone back down, and
sits on the edge of his bed. Paul looks at Rogers HAZY
WHITE aura. He pulls out a dog biscuit and shows it to
Roger, who gets excited and turns ORANGE. He hides the
biscuit behind his back, and the ORANGE turns YELLOW with
streaks of RED as Roger gets anxious about the snack. Paul
brings the dog biscuit back out from hiding and tosses it to
Roger, who beams ORANGE and PINK bliss.
PAUL
OK, Doc. Lets roll the dice.
CUT TO:
EXT. DANNYS APARTMENT BUILDING - TWENTY MINUTES LATER
A taxi cab pulls up to a shoddy looking apartment building.
Paul and Roger get out of the car, which is being driven by
the same taxi driver from earlier.
Paul hands him three twenty dollar bills.
PAUL
Do you mind waiting?
The cab driver takes the cash.
TAXI DRIVER
Better score quick. I aint waiting
around this neighborhood for long.
Paul ignores the drivers comment and looks both ways before
crossing the street with Roger.
EXT. DANNYS STOOP
Paul and Roger reach the front door. Paul searches for the
door bell, which is covered in cob webs. Paul notices all
the insect life, namely spiders, and recoils. He knocks
instead.
The door opens and Sandy is standing there. Sandy is a
chunky, dark haired man with facial tattoos and a permanent
frown. He is wearing a white t-shirt and dark jeans.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
82.
To Paul, Sandy has a DARK GRAY aura intermixed with streaks

of RED.
SANDY
No fucking dogs.
PAUL
Dont worry. Hes only trained to
be my eyes.
Sandy realizes Paul is blind. He breaks out into a grin.
SANDY
Jesus Christ. Hey, T, the dude is
blind!
TOMAS
(o.s.)
Get your fat ass inside and close
the door.
Sandys aura turns a PALE YELLOW and he pulls Paul inside.
Roger barely makes it in before the door slams shut.
INT. DANNYS APARTMENT
The apartment has been razed by Sandy and Tomas. The couch
is overturned, artwork is on the floor, plates and glasses
have been shattered. Paul steps on the crunchy, broken
materials.
Tomas approaches Paul. The gang leader has a BRIGHT GREEN
aura. He is definitely in control.
TOMAS
Search him.
Sandy pats Paul down. All he finds is Janes old pine cone,
which he angrily throws against the wall. He glares at Paul
as he speaks to Tomas.
SANDY
He doesnt have the money, T. What
the fuck, homes? You playing games?
PAUL
I dont have the money on me,
exactly. But it should be here
soon...
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
83.
TEMPUS
The time is seven thirteen PM.
Tomas flashes RED and rushes towards Paul, who maintains his
cool.
TOMAS
What the fuck was that? If you
called the police, I swear to God I
will kill Danny, you, and your
stupid dog.
PAUL
Calm down. Im a blind Vet. Its a
talking watch. I only called my
Doctor. I had the money set aside
for a cornea transplant surgery,
but hes bringing it to you
instead. For Dannys life.
SANDY
Smells fishy, T. I bet this dude
can see.
Tomas considers Sandys statement. His aura has returned to
BRIGHT GREEN. Suddenly, Tomas pulls his arm back, swinging
for Pauls face. He stops mere centimeters from the bridge
of Pauls nose, but Paul doesnt flinch.
PAUL
Am I supposed to do something blind
now?
Tomas puts his fist down.
TOMAS
You just did.
From outside, the sound of an old Cadillac pulls up to the
apartment building.
PAUL
Thats him. His rental needs a tune
up.
TOMAS
He better have the cash.
Tomas and Sandy both turn around and rush to the door. Sandy
hides behind the left frame of the door. Tomas draws his
GUN. They listen as the Doctor walks up the steps. Before he
can knock, the door opens and Sandy grabs his suit. The
Doctor is pulled inside and the door slams shut behind him.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
84.
The Doctor stands with his hands in the air. Tomas keeps the
gun leveled at him.
THE DOCTOR
What is the big idea? Paul?
PAUL
Im here. Im OK.
THE DOCTOR
I brought your money, but Im still
not sure whySandy frisks the Doctor.
THE DOCTOR (contd)
Excuse me, I dont believe weve
met.
Sandy finds a large envelope stuffed with cash inside the
Doctors suit coat pocket. Sandy tosses the envelope to
Tomas, who flips through it.
TOMAS
Looks about right. Well, gentlemen,
we solved one problem.
Tomas stuffs the envelope in his pants. He keeps the gun on
the Doctor.
TOMAS (contd)
Unfortunately, now we have a new
one.
SANDY
Witnesses.
TOMAS
Yep, its a bitch. Sandy, get my
phone.
SANDY
Who you calling?
TOMAS
None of your damn business! Grab
it.
Paul sees that Sandys aura turns PALE YELLOW again at
Tomas condemnation. Sandy retrieves Tomas phone and hands
it to him.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
85.
PAUL
You scared of something, Sandy?
Everyone looks at Paul.
SANDY
No. You should be the one scared.
Tomas shakes the gun at Paul, with the cell phone pressed
against his ear.
TOMAS
Shut the fuck up! Shit, sorry Phil,
I wasnt talking to you. I got the
money. No, Danny aint here.
Tomas continues to talk with Phil on the phone. Paul stares
at Sandy, who is fixated on Tomas conversation. His PALE
YELLOW aura is unmistakable.
Tomas finishes up his conversation and closes the cell phone
shut.
TOMAS (contd)
Aight, listen. Sandy, get this old
mans keys. Phil wants the car.
THE DOCTOR
Um, its a rental.
Sandy starts searching the Doctor for his keys.
SANDY
We dont need the title.
PAUL
What about Danny? Hes free and
clear now, right?
Tomas scratches his head for a moment.
TOMAS
Ysee, the problem is Danny will
never be free and clear. Hes a
junkie, and hell always come back.
PAUL
He can change. Its never too late.
You guys need to leave him be.
Sandy laughs as he finally finds the car keys.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
86.
TOMAS
Fair enough. Tell you what. Well
find Danny, eventually. And well
hold on to him, so that way he
doesnt get into any more trouble.
SANDY
We aint gonna kill him?
TOMAS
Shut the fuck up, Sandy, you fat
moron.
Sandy turns PALE YELLOW again, from head to toe. Paul
pounces.
PAUL
Sandys outsmarting you, T.
Tomas turns to Paul, gun raised.
TOMAS
What did you say?
SANDY
(nervous)
Yeah, what?
The Doctor carefully gets out his notepad and starts jotting
things down.
PAUL
You really dont know? Not even a
suspicion. Man! Sandy, you are
good.
Tomas quickly points the gun at Sandy, who looks stunned.
TOMAS
Sandy?
SANDY
Im not... I dont...
PAUL
The guy is scared around you, T.
Hes hiding sometSANDY
No, I am not! Dude, Tomas, this guy
is fucking with us. Hes blind!
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
87.
TOMAS
I dont care about this dude. You
have been acting strange all week.
This better not be what I think
its about, homes.
SANDY
Fuck. I told you T, I did not touch
her. Ask your sister, man. Ask her!
PAUL
I see, he slept with your sister. I
would hide that from you too.
TOMAS
I oughta put a bullet in your fat
ass right here! Shes 15!
SANDY
Im telling you he is playing us,
cuz. Hes just scared.
PAUL
Im not the one with a gun pointed
at my head.
Unfortunately, that is a fact most blind people would have
missed. Tomas and Sandy now look at Paul.
SANDY
How the hell did he know that?
Tomas flips the gun back on Paul, licking his lips.
TOMAS
You just fucked up. Get him!
Sandy runs around the long end of the couch. Tomas raises
his gun and moves in. Paul is trapped.
THE DOCTOR
Paul!
Pauls eyes flicker as a flash of MUDDY RED light bounds out
towards Tomas. With a loud GROWL, Roger latches on to Tomas
forearm.
PAUL
Roger!
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
88.
Tomas and Roger fly backwards over the tipped couch, and
Tomas hits his head hard on the floor. The gun falls to the
ground. The Doctor beats Sandy to it. Roger stands over the
dazed Tomas. The Doctor awkwardly points the gun at Sandy,
who throws his hands up in the air.
SANDY
Shit. Tomas?
Tomas is unresponsive.
PAUL
Heres the deal. You got your
money. Thats it. No car. No Danny.
If you want trouble with the
police, fine. Im sure your boss
Phil will be pleased with that kind
of attention.
Sandy looks down and nods.
Paul and the Doctor head towards the front door. The Doctor
still holds the gun. Paul takes it from him, much to the
Doctors relief.
PAUL (contd)
Come on Roger.
Roger reluctantly leaves his prey. The Doctor opens the door
and a moth flutters in. Paul snatches the HAZY WHITE insect
right out of the air, cupping it in his hand.
Sandy and Tomas, who is slowly coming around, cant believe
their eyes. Paul opens his hand and the moth flutters out.
He smiles at Sandy and Tomas, and then follows the Doctor
outside.
SANDY
Who was that guy?
EXT. DANNYS APARTMENT BUILDING
Pauls taxi cab is still waiting for him. The Doctors
Cadillac is parked nearby.
PAUL
I want to thank you for coming.
THE DOCTOR
Youre welcome. I wish I could say
it was my pleasure.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
89.
PAUL
It was important. I have trust
issues.
THE DOCTOR
I hope you can trust me.
PAUL
How did you really find me?
The Doctor smiles, and nods.
THE DOCTOR
You asked your ophthalmologist?
PAUL
Yeah. You know, for someone as
intuitive as you are, that was a
pretty weak cover.
THE DOCTOR
Yes, indeed. But it was enough to
give you plausible deniability.
Should our experiment come to the
VAs attention, I wanted to protect
you. We actually found you in a
database of Wounded in Action
soldiers. You met our criteria.
Simple as that.
Paul studies the Doctor. Once again, he simply matches
Pauls LIGHT GREEN aura. Paul looks a bit frustrated at his
inability to "read" the Doctor. He finally sighs and loosens
up.
PAUL
Sounds good.
THE DOCTOR
Sounds? Cant you see Im being
truthful?
Paul begins to explain that he cant tell what the Doctor is
truly feeling.
PAUL
Actually, youre the one person IBut then changes his mind.
PAUL (contd)
-want to trust. Of course I can
tell.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
90.
The Doctor seems pleased.

THE DOCTOR
Well, this has been truly exciting
but Ive got to go pack. My train
takes off for Maryland tomorrow.
Will we still be seeing you later
this month?
PAUL
Youve got it. Im going to spend
the next few weeks seeing what I
can do for the guys on campus. Tie
up some loose ends.
The Doctor extends his hand, but doesnt lead Paul to it
this time. Paul smiles, and extends his own. They shake.
PAUL (contd)
Hey, thank Manny for me.
INT. PAULS ROOM
Paul and Roger enter the room. Roger runs over to a toy on
the floor and immediately starts chewing it. Paul sniffs the
air. On the side table are three freshly baked pies. A bag
of groceries sits on top of the fridge.
A MAGENTA glow is emanating from beneath Pauls closet door.
PAUL
Whos there? I can se- I mean, I
can hear... oh, hell. Just come
out.
For just a moment, Paul looks worried.
PAUL (contd)
(chuckles to himself)
Nobody can hide from you, Paul. Not
any more.
The MAGENTA light flickers. Paul inches his way closer to
the closet door.
PAUL (contd)
(to himself)
Still not sure what magenta means.
PAUL (contd)
(loud)
Hey, I know someone is in that
closet. If you need help or
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
91.
PAUL (contd)
whatever, thats fine - just come
outta there already.
A moment passes before the door opens and the MAGENTA figure
bounds out of the closet.
DANNY
Man!
PAUL
Danny...
DANNY
Sorry.
PAUL
What the hell are you doing?
DANNY
I meant to be out of here before
you got back. How did you know I
was in there?
PAUL
Your cheap cologne. I smell pie.
Tell me you brought pie.
DANNY
Your faves, my man. But seriously.
What gave me up?
Paul ignores his question.
PAUL
What are you doing here?
DANNY
Redemption groceries. Your fridge
is stocked. I also replaced the
money I, um, borrowed.
PAUL
(snaps his fingers)
Magenta is guilt.
DANNY
I do feel really guilty. Totally...
shitty. Magenta?
PAUL
Well, for once you are telling the
truth. Thats decent.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
92.
DANNY
Whats going on? You seem
different.
PAUL
Long story. Help me find some knick
knacks around the room while I eat
and Ill tell you all about it.
DANNY
(looks around room)
I got time. For some reason, those
guys arent after me anymore. That
T-bag asshole said Im square. What
piece of junk you looking for? Try
the mixed berry.
PAUL
Lets start with the harmonica.
Danny goes to fetch the harmonica which hangs on the string
in the window.
DANNY
He said I should thank my actor
friends with the guard dog. That
wouldnt be you?
Paul digs in to the pie with a fork and purposefully puts a
large chunk in his mouth. He mumbles an indecipherable
response to Dannys question. Beyond Dannys head, out the
window, the sun slowly sets. Paul swallows the mouthful of
delicious pie.
PAUL
You ever heard of a mantis shrimp?
The same group of men are sitting together in a circle. Mr.
Grant is once again facilitating the session, checking names
off a list.
MR. GRANT
Mr. Gonzalez?
PEDRO
Yep.
MR. GRANT
Mr. Deetone?
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
93.
Deetone doesnt look up from his sketches. Mr. Grant looks

irritated as he writes.
MR. GRANT (contd)
Present.
The double doors at the other end of the room swing open and
crash against the wall. Paul follows with a satchel stuffed
with items. An unleashed Roger leisurely sniffs the door
before following Paul in.
MR. GRANT
Welcome, Paul.
PAUL
Ah, I was hoping youd be back.
Mr. Grant smiles at the perceived compliment.
MR. GRANT
Im glad you found our last session
productive.
PAUL
Nah, it aint that. I just came by
to say a few words to the guys.
MR. GRANT
(snippy)
I see. OK then. The floor is yours.
Paul looks around at the circle of men. He can identify each
one by their aura. He bites his lip.
PAUL
I know none of you really know me.
I didnt serve with any of you, and
I aint the most social guy on
campus.
RONALD
Hippie Paul!
PEDRO
Yeah! You sure aint the least.
Amirite, Deetone?
Deetone glances sideways at the smirking Pedro, but doesnt
say anything back.
PAUL
Yeah, well. They say- some doctors
say- after going blind, your brain
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
94.
PAUL (contd)
reorganizes itself. Your other
senses become stronger.
MR. GRANT
Very true. Your sense of smell...
PAUL
Hold on.
Mr. Grants face drops.
MR. GRANT
Now, PaulPAUL
I know this place can seem like a
dead end sometimes. But its not
the buildings, or the sidewalks, or
the doctors offices that are
important. We need to realize how
much life there is. In us!
MR. GRANT
Thank you, Paul, lets talk about
that.
RONALD
(ignores Mr. Grant)
Look fellas, Ive been in and out
of the VA system for twenty years.
We are damaged goods to them.
PAUL
Look, it aint true though. You are
not broken, Ronald. You just need
the right thing. Hell, Im not any
good at explaining this.
PEDRO
In case you arent aware Paul, a
lot of us are pretty messed up.
Thats a nice thought, but come on.
PAUL
You arent that messed up. Youve
been stuffed out of sight. Im not
claiming to be Mr. Grant here, with
all the answers. I just have one
question: Has anyone ever given you
a chance to be something more than
messed up, Pedro?
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
95.
Paul opens his satchel and pulls out the harmonica from his
room. He tosses it to Pedro.
PEDRO
Hey now.
Pedro plays a few gentle notes on the harmonica. Paul can
see BLUE streaks engulf the LIGHT ORANGE of Pedros aura. He
looks identical to the song birds that Paul saw earlier.
PAUL
I found that my first week here.
You feel life through music. Try it
out, or some other instrument. I
dont really know what you like.
MR. GRANT
Thats very nice, but Mr. Gonzalez
needs to address his issues
directlPEDRO
My Dad taught me to play when I was
a kid.
PAUL
You have music in your soul. Your
Dad probably did too.
Pedro examines the harmonica. He looks touched.
PEDRO
Shit, Paul...
MR. GRANT
Paul, please. We really should get
backPAUL
Ronald, think fast.
The stern vet has only a moment to catch the can of
mushrooms Paul tosses to him.
MR. GRANT
Careful!
RONALD
One can of generic mushrooms. Of
which I am allergic to, as you are
well aware. Is this symbolism?
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
96.
PAUL
Nah. Maybe. I just figured, keep
those somewhere. So long as you
never have to eat em, life aint
too bad.
RONALD
Thats a viewpoint I can get
behind.
PAUL
I got you something else to go with
that, but itll have to wait.
MR. GRANT
Paul, please. This is extremely
counter-productive. Im going to
ask you to leaPAUL
Look, shut up. You dont even want
to be here. None of you are
mushrooms. You are men.
Pedro plays a strong harmonica riff. The men start to get
animated.
PAUL (contd)
Deetone, I want you to have this.
Paul brings out the large paintbrush from his room.
PAUL (contd)
Its just a reminder. I cant see
your art, whatever youre drawing,
but I can see what it does for you.
Dont ever stop.
Deetone holds the brush up.
DEETONE
Thank you, Paul.
PAUL
Mr. Grant, if you truly want to
help Veterans, you need to realize
we still have something to offer
the world.
MR. GRANT
(resigned to let Paul go on)
I never said you didnt.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
97.
PAUL
Thats all we hear! We have serious
mental issues, its true. But so
does everyone. There are so many
people- too many- walking around
out there like puppets. They go up
and down on a string, happy or sad
based on someones opinion! Now, is
that not mental illness? If youre
willing to look inside- if youre
brave enough to see what makes you
tick, and embrace it, you already
have the power to heal. You dont
need me, or the VA, or Mr. Grant or
the meds.
Deetone and all the men are at rapt attention. Pedro is
first to speak.
PEDRO
Im willing, Paul.
Ronald pounds his knee.
RONALD
Hell yeah.
Deetone puts his pencil and napkin down and stands up. Pedro
and Ronald follow, as do the other men, until theyre all
standing for Paul. Their auras ripple and sheen, from
ORANGES and BLUES to LIGHT REDS and GREEN. Everyone, except
for GRAY Mr. Grant, who for once is left speechless.
A real breakthrough.
EXT. WACHLEY STREET- AFTER THERAPY
Paul is practically skipping down the sidewalk. He looks
genuinely happy. Distracted, Paul trips over a crack in the
sidewalk. He lands hard. Roger is right by his side.
PAUL
Forgot about that one.
Paul spins on his heels and examines the crack with his
hand.
PAUL (contd)
Ill worry about you later.
98.
EXT. VA HOSPITAL - NEXT MORNING

Paul sits on the curb, viewing the world in his own unique
way. The sun has just risen, and the air is still crisp.
Danny approaches on his moped. Paul waves at the EMERALD
GREEN aura long before he pulls up. Danny shakes his head in
disbelief. Paul smiles. He is soaking it all in.
Danny parks the moped next to where Paul now stands.
PAUL
Thanks for coming. You look
refreshed.
DANNY
I owe that to you. Still cant
believe you knocked Tomas on his
ass. So awesome.
PAUL
Bring the stuff?
DANNY
Yep, cleaned them out. What do you
want this much for anyway?
PAUL
Its medicinal.
Danny reaches behind him to pull a plastic bag full of
strawberry yogurt containers from his delivery box.
DANNY
Organic. For real this time.
PAUL
Thanks. Put it on my tab.
DANNY
Yeah, I figured. When are you
taking off?
PAUL
Few weeks.
DANNY
What about money?
PAUL
Itll work out, although I already
spent most of the forward I got.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
99.
DANNY
You spent it all saving me?
Paul shrugs.
PAUL
Not all of it on you.
DANNY
What about Jane?
PAUL
If shell come with me. Well see
how this breakfast date turns out.
Danny gets excited and slaps his back.
DANNY
Yes! Shes totally gonna say yes.
PAUL
I do need a favor. Watch my things
while Im gone? You know this
place. Leave for five minutes and
theyll throw a yard sale.
DANNY
Roger?
PAUL
No, my Doctor was pretty clear on
that. I think hes ready for a new
challenge, anyway.
Danny looks down, shuffling his feet.
DANNY
Thanks for, you know... Im not
sure you realize what it means to
me. That you trust me, again, even
if just a bit. I mean, can you tell
that Im sincere?
Danny waves his hands in front of Pauls face. Paul looks
him up and down.
PAUL
I can, idiot. Its got me thinking.
When I get back, Ill try my hand
at therapy. The Vets here could use
some real insight.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
100.
DANNY
Makes sense.
PAUL
Ive gotten pretty good at reading
people.
TEMPUS
The time is six twenty three AM.
DANNY
Still havent fixed her?
Paul smiles.
PAUL
Theres nothing to fix.
He passes the bag of yogurt containers back to Danny.
PAUL
Now, I need you to find the man
with a giant paintbrush.
EXT. BUS STOP- 7AM
A big blue bus pulls to a stop. The doors open and people
file out. Jane trips over her sack of letters as she exits,
grabbing the doors safety handle as she slides down.
JANE
Whoawhoawhoawhoa.
Breathlessly, she regains her composure and steps onto the
sidewalk. She looks around to see if anyone noticed.
PAUL
(o.s.)
Dont be embarrassed.
Jane turns towards the voice. Paul is waiting for her as
planned. He is wearing the dark sunglasses. Roger is not
with him.
PAUL (contd)
Nobody noticed.
JANE
You would know, wouldnt you?
Paul tugs at his ear.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
101.
PAUL
Skills.
Jane laughs, then gets serious.

JANE
Wheres Roger?
PAUL
Getting fit for a new suit.
JANE
You feeling OK?
PAUL
How do I look?
JANE
You look great.
PAUL
Feel great.
JANE
Great. Im starving.
PAUL
Lets walk.
Paul holds his hand out for Jane. She brushes it away and
takes his whole arm and wraps it into her own. She snuggles
into his side.
JANE
Its chilly.
PAUL
Youre right.
Paul turns and walks out into the street with Jane in tow.
Her satchel flops around as they walk toward the sunny side
of the street.
JANE
Any angry drivers today?
Paul looks both ways.
PAUL
Nope. All clear.
The pair run across the pavement. Just before they reach the
curb, Jane holds on to Paul tightly.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
102.
JANE
OK, curb coming up. And.... jump!
They both jump onto the sunny sidewalk. Jane looks down at
the old bumpy concrete and then, unsure, at Paul.
JANE (contd)
This sidewalkPAUL
-is one of the worst stretches of
concrete in the world. Thats OK.
You cant count on perfection,
Jane.
Paul takes his glasses off, revealing his amber, alien eyes.
Jane stares deeply into them.
PAUL (contd)
But you can count on me.
Paul grabs Janes arm again and brings her closer. They
kiss.
Instantly, their auras combine as one. Paul opens his eyes
during the kiss, briefly glimpsing the colorful dance of
light that is enclosing them both.
After a satisfying amount of time, Paul and Jane continue
their walk down the sunny side of the street. As Paul looks
ahead, he sees that every crack, bump, hump and hole has
been outlined with yogurt. The sparkling PINK outline is all
he needs to safely navigate the treacherous terrain.
PAUL
(to himself)
Nice work, Deetone.
MONTAGE:
A) Deetone whistles as he approaches the front door of his
room. He is holding the paintbrush Paul gave him, covered in
pink yogurt, as well as an empty yogurt container.
Deetone swings his door open, shocked to discover a fully
stocked artists workshop waiting for him. Easels, paints,
and all the accouterments.
B) At the train station, the Doctor waits for his ride back
home. As he writes in his notepad, he notices a BLIND BOY
(9) with his mother. The boy stares out into space, looking
lost. The Doctor puts his notepad down and steps forward.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
103.
C) On top of a tall hill, Ronalds stern face fills the

frame. A light wind flicks the shaggy hair around his head.
He lifts a pair of motorcycle goggles to his eyes. A smile
creeps across his face.
D) Paul and Jane continue their walk, arm in arm, and they
pass by a pregnant female Vet sitting by herself on a bench.
She looks worried and distressed as she rubs her large
belly. Pauls eyes flicker. He can see GREY clusters
swirling amongst a dark PURPLE aura. Floating amongst the
PURPLE light is a small, yet brilliant, WHITE glow.
E) Back at the train station, the Doctor approaches the
blind child and his mother. He says a few words to her. The
Doctor tilts the boys head up gently, examining him. He
gives a business card to the boys mother.
F) We see Ronald is sitting on a bicycle, perched on top of
a hill overlooking the VA. The early sun makes everything
seem possible. Ronald throws his arms up in the air, kicks
his legs out, and allows gravity to take him and the bicycle
over the edge. He quickly dips out of view.
G) In the VA hospital, Rick, the vet with two prosthetic
arms, is beaming as he sits with his new pal Roger. The
assistance dog is wearing a special jacket that has several
over-sized pockets on them, to help Rick carry small items.
Rick reaches into one pocket and pulls out a biscuit for
Roger, who happily accepts it.
H) On Wachley Street, Paul stops Jane when theyre just past
the pregnant Vet. He gently releases Janes arm and turns
back around.
The pregnant woman looks up at him. He looks down at her and
walks closer. He whispers something in her ear. Tears stream
down her cheek, but she laughs at the same time.
PREGNANT VET
Really?
She gazes up at the blind man and squeezes his hand.
The woman lovingly rubs her belly and shifts her weight.
Pauls eyes flicker once more, revealing a second distinct
WHITE light. The woman is going to have twins. Paul rejoins
Jane. She wraps back up into his arms and they continue to
walk.
In the distance, a dog BARKS. Far above, a bird SINGS.
From out of nowhere, a formerly stern man flies past them
all on his new bicycle.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
104.
RONALD
Hippie Paul ruuullleeessss!
FADE TO:
EXT. VA GROUNDS - MURIELS MEMORIAL
The small pine tree sapling sits in the sunlight, waving in
the light wind.
MURIEL LEWIS
(v.o.)
Of course, like life, stories never
really end. They simply take new
forms. Mmm. The sun sure feels good
today.
Muriels little tree gently shakes in the breeze.
CUT TO:
EXT. TRAIN - NIGHT
A train chugs through empty countryside. The full moon
illuminates a long line of passenger cars.
INT. TRAIN - NIGHT
The Doctor sits alone in the train, typing on his laptop.
His cell phone VIBRATES, and he answers.
THE DOCTOR
(quietly)
Hello, Marci. (beat) You may
reassure them, it was a complete
success. (beat) I know you like to
share good news. (beat) Right. Your
serum works, too. He cant read me
at all. (beat) That is correct. In
three weeks. Possibly with a
girlfriend. A mate. Imagine the
potential!
The Doctor hangs up. He stares out the train window, as the
endless landscape rolls by.
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the room. He looks around the small

Marci takes the folder from him.

she turns, the

Under NAME, it reads PFC. PAUL F. WALLINGTON.

D) A YOUNG MAN WITH AN AMPUTATED LEG SITS AT A PICNIC BENCH,

Paul walks over to his well-organized bathroom, picks up the

The eye doctor continues his exam.

Jane moves closer to Paul. She touches him on the shoulder.

A dark cloaked man walks up behind Paul. He clears his

The doctor looks up at Paul, almost smirking.

INT. MURIELS APARTMENT- SAME DAY

Paul hangs up and dials a new number.

The machine beeps. Paul can barely speak.

INT. PAULS BATHROOM

bees, flies, moths, butterflies, grasshoppers and gnats with

He lifts the lid and can clearly see trillions of live

THE DOCTOR (contd)

THE DOCTOR (contd)

Jane starts to protest. Paul puts his hand up.

The young secretary finally turns toward Paul.

A wave of BLUE light washes over the secretary and

The eye doctor blinks furiously before continuing to study

huddled in a dark hooded sweatshirt, lumbers through

INT. PAULS ROOM

INT. EMPTY CONFERENCE ROOM

Jane examines the young pine tree. Paul seems to consider it

Paul bends down to the freshly dug hole in the earth. He

To Paul, Sandy has a DARK GRAY aura intermixed with streaks

The Doctor seems pleased.

Deetone doesnt look up from his sketches. Mr. Grant looks

EXT. VA HOSPITAL - NEXT MORNING

Jane laughs, then gets serious.

C) On top of a tall hill, Ronalds stern face fills the

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