Story Board pg. 12 |
An unmarked police car pulls up across the street from the
Dayton house. In the front seat are the Detectives, Ed and
Al. Al, who is on the passenger side, is holding two
styrofoam cups filled with coffee. Ed removes from his
inside jacket pocket a 5" x 7" photo of Pete Dayton, which he
props up on the dashboard so that it is visible for both
himself and Al. Al hands one of the cups to Ed.
Pete slowly moves up to a sitting position, then stands. He
stretches and walks around the yard feeling the dry, unwatered lawn on his bare feet.
He walks over and leans over the neighbor's fence. His eyes fall on a plastic toy boat floating in a child's plastic swimming pool. He watches the boat as the warm breeze blows it lazily in a circle.
Carl: You look like shit. Lanie: What happened? Pete: Just haven't been feelin' well. "V": You're not contagious are you? Pete: I don't think so. "V": Good... You up for a drive?
Sheila looks around and moves closer to Pete. She whispers
urgently, worried.
Sheila: What's happening to you? You've been acting strange lately...like the other night
Pete: What night?
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