Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Captain Phillips is an absolute adventure, a film review


From its delicate opening to its smashing last scene, director Paul Greengrass’ new film Captain Phillips is an absolute thriller. Being an audience member of this film is like riding a roller coaster at Kings Island: the audience swoops up and down, left and right, on both a physical and emotional journey past the guns and past the violence. It’s almost as if this film sits behind you in the theater and, as you watch, picks out your spine bit by bit. Everything is carnal, everything is strictly here and now. Nevertheless, beyond the jolting camera movements and the shouts of the Somali pirates, there is something very, very big going on: this is not a movie about a hijacked cargo ship. It is a movie about the human will to survive.

The film opens quietly. At home, Richard Phillips (Tom Hanks) is preparing to leave the house to navigate the MV Maersk Alabama to Mombasa. Phillip’s wife Andrea, played by Catherine Keener, accompanies him to the airport, from which he departs after the couple discusses their children and their growing perspectives of each other and the world. 

This is the only time we see Phillips at home. He is soon whisked off to a port, where he and his crew set sail. To get to Mombasa, the Maersk must travel around the coast of Somalia -- and here is where the action begins. 

Despite the film’s title, Greengrass shows both sides of the story. Although much, much more time is devoted to Phillips’ ordeal, the audience is still allowed to glimpse the Somali pirates in their small seaside hometown. The motivation of these men is clear: money. They are poor fishermen and they, too, have families and wants and needs.

Two skiffs of Somali pirates soon spot and target the Maersk. Four pirates in particular, led by Muse, are the more adamant. They are the ones who intrude the ship, while the rest of the pirates turn back, daunted. 

The first time Phillips sees the pirates, he is frightened by the confidence they exude. Their broken English bubbles with authority because they have the guns and they know the plan. Nevertheless, things don’t go so well for them, either. They are outfitted in skimpy vests and baggy pants, one of them even barefoot. They have rifles and handguns and two skiffs, which are basically glorified fishing boats. Half of the pirates even turn back before they reach the Maersk. Hopes are low even before the confrontation begins.


As the film plays on, the audience becomes attuned to the subtlety of Greengrass’ directing style and the conscious decisions he made: though the pirates are still the villains, they have become more human. By showing us their origins and their community, Greengrass has given them a new face. Instead of pitting the good American vessel against the vicious, foreign horde, Greengrass has pitted man against man, human against human. 

Throughout the film, cinematographer Barry Ackroyd sweeps us over docks, tosses us around waves and gives us a tour around the interior of the ship. Shots are shaky and gritty, but remain very real. Greengrass is careful to immediately follow shakiness with smooth, rolling shots -- keeping in mind the dizzying effect a handheld camera can have on viewers.

Film scores are meant to compliment the story, and applause to the composer who can create music so integral to the film that we can barely hear it. Composer Henry Jackman did exactly that. Chilling and quiet and pouncing -- the music neither dominates nor is overpowered by the other aspects of the film. 

Screenwriter Billy Ray utilizes terse dialogue and an emphasis on doing to create intense, claustrophobic situations. Not afraid to place the viewer in the thick of every confrontation, the script keeps us constantly aware and on-edge.

Newcomer Barkhad Abdi, who plays Muse, was in-tune with his character to such a degree that every muscle movement relayed a sense of Muse’s motivation. Abdi brings a level of emotional depth to the non-traditional “bad guy,” and his acting grows stronger as the movie continues. It doesn't hurt that he was actually born in Somali and brings complete authenticity to his role.

Hanks, however, was the indubitable star of the show. Until the last few minutes of the film, Phillips remained very masculine, very stoic and emotionless; and Hanks was assigned the difficult job of conveying inner turmoil while remaining externally calm. 

But don’t worry. He pulled it off perfectly.

Perhaps the most frightening part of the film is when Phillips is rescued. (Note that this is not a spoiler. Phillips is a real person and he is still alive and well). For the last few minutes of the film, every corner of the screen is flooded with a godly absolution. The fear is over. There are no more guns. There are no more threats. There are no more beatings. There is, instead, relief in its purest, basest, most human form. And as we watch Phillips in real time, we feel the truth in our bones... 

Hanks is the best there is. There is simply no one better.

Every moment of the movie was action-packed, but none of that seems to compare to the calm after the storm. I'm serious; watch this film for that last scene. The culmination of every line and movement and punch of the film -- the music roars and so does Hanks’ acting. 

This is what cinema is about. This is why people watch movies.

Overall, Captain Phillips is a piece of art. All departments of production are so coherently built together, to peel off one aspect of the movie would be impossible. Music works, directing works, acting works, writing works. Cinematography is very, very shaky, but it works. This is one of those movies whose meanings go beyond the picture. Resonating throughout the film are the questions of what it means to be alive, what it means to be and stay human, even in the most dire of situations. 

Please, do not watch this movie to be entertained. 

Watch it to learn.







Thursday, October 31, 2013

Leo, a screenplay


INT. COURTHOUSE HALLWAY - DAY

LEO, six, sits with a female SOCIAL WORKER on a bench across from a locked door. They do not speak to each other.

The largeness and emptiness of the hallway seem to diminish Leo’s size even more, but a close look at his face tells us that he understands the immensity of what is at hand.

SUPERIMPOSE TITLE: “LEO”

Suddenly, the door opens. MOM, a stern woman, exits, followed by DAD, who looks sheepish. Both parents are in their early thirties: Dad is a man who seems detatched from the world, and -- as we will learn later -- Mom is more immersed in the adult world than the child one: a businesswoman-turned-mother.

An efficient LAWYER exits and whispers something to the social worker. Only bits and pieces of sentences are audible.

LAWYER
...full custody... 
awarded to the mother... 
father... alcoholic... 
required rehabilitation...

The lawyer goes back through the door. The social worker follows.
Mom grabs Leo’s hand.

MOM
Come on, let’s go.

They begin to walk down the hallway. Leo looks back over his shoulder. Dad is not coming with them. 

INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY

The fireplace mantel holds a slew of family pictures. Mom goes along and picks up each one with Dad in it. She places the unwanted pictures in a trash bag.

As she is turned away, Leo runs in and grabs a photo from the bag.

INT. LEO’S BEDROOM - DAY

We see snippets of Leo’s room: a half-finished model plane, a Thomas the Train alarm clock, a Polaroid camera on a shelf, blue wallpaper strewn with finger paintings. One finger painting in particular is of three stick figures, with ‘Me + Mom + Dad’ written on the bottom. 

Leo places the photo he grabbed on his bed. The picture is of his smiling parents, holding newborn Leo in a hospital room.

He runs to the door to make sure his mother isn’t coming. He shuts the door. Leo takes the picture out of the frame and gets a pair of scissors.

Slowly, Leo cuts baby Leo out of the picture. He looks at the new arrangement: his happy father and mother, arms outstretched, holding an empty circle of nothing.

INT. DINING ROOM - NIGHT

Leo eats a take-out dinner with his mother. They are silent.

INT. LEO’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Leo reads a Detective Dan comic in bed. Mom enters and tucks Leo in.

MOM
Good night.

She leans in, not sure whether to kiss Leo or not. After a moment, she awkwardly pats him on the cheek. She begins to exit, then stops at the doorway. It is plain from her words that she is unsure of what to say.

MOM (CONT’D)
You okay, baby?

Leo nods. Mom turns off the light.

LEO
Mom?

MOM
What?

LEO
When is dad coming back?

MOM
We talked about 
this, Leo. He’s not.

LEO
But don’t you still love him?

Mom comes and sits on his bed.

MOM
Leo, sometimes... two people 
don’t love each other forever. 
Do you understand? Good night.

She exits. Leo tries to sleep.

LATER

Leo tosses and turns. Finally, he gets out of bed and goes to his closet. He drags his desk chair to the door and steps on it to reach the top shelf.

Leo removes the cut-out picture from earlier. He puts it under his pillow and tries to fall asleep.

INT. MOM’S CAR - DAY

Mom drives Leo to school. The silence is awkward.

MOM
What are you going to 
do at school today, Leo?

Leo shrugs and doesn’t respond. 

She accepts this and drives on.

EXT. SCHOOLYARD - DAY

Leo stands outside of the building with his backpack. He waits for his mother to drive away. After a moment, he turns and bolts in the opposite direction.

EXT. RANDOM STREET - DAY

Leo walks down a street, his hands in his pockets. People walk around him, too engrossed in cellphone conversations and each 
other to notice him.

Leo peers into shop and restaurant windows.

He pats a dog that is tied to a pole.

INT. SHOE STORE - DAY

Leo watches an amiable YOUNG MOTHER help her clumsy 3-year-old DAUGHTER try on a pair of sneakers. The mother kisses her daughter’s forehead. From behind a shelf, Leo takes a picture of them with his Polaroid.

An eager SALESWOMAN cuts the tags off the sneakers. The daughter (now wearing the new sneakers) and the young mother leave the store. Leo leaves his shelf and collects the tags from the ground. He puts the tags and the Polaroid picture in his backpack.

INT. CAFE - DAY

Leo enters a cafe. He spots a MAN and WOMAN, both mid-twenties, sitting by the door, lost in each other’s eyes. He takes a picture of them without them noticing.

The man wipes a crumb off the woman’s face with his napkin. They giggle. Leo watches them finish their coffee. They pay the bill and leave.

Leo walks up to the table. He looks at the man’s napkin, now stained with lipstick. He puts the napkin and the new Polaroid picture into his backpack and leaves the cafe.

EXT. PARK - DAY

Leo watches an excited FATHER bounce his giddy infant SON on his knee. He takes a picture. 

EXT. NURSING HOME PARKING LOT - DAY

Leo walks past a sign that says ‘West Oak Nursing Home.’

INT. NURSING HOME - DAY

Leo sits on an armchair in an OLD WOMAN’s room. She is wearing a bathrobe and is happy to have Leo here. A jar of lollipops sits on top of a cabinet.

The old woman moves to a drawer and removes a framed picture of a young man.

OLD WOMAN
When we were just married, 
Henry would read the newspaper to me. 
Summer evenings, we’d sit on 
our porch that overlooked the corn
 and the night would be filled with the sound 
of his voice. We were both twenty 
when Kennedy was shot... We found out 
about it through the paper. Henry 
was the only person I knew whose 
voice could make disaster sound beautiful... 

She wipes her eye with a tissue. Leo takes a picture of the old woman with his Polaroid. She is surprised but not offended. She offers Leo a lollipop.

OLD WOMAN (CONT’D)
You’re such a good boy.

INT. DINING ROOM - NIGHT

Leo eats another take-out dinner with his mother. 

LEO
Mom? 

Leo’s mother seems distant from the table.

MOM
Hm-mm?

LEO
Remember what you said 
last night?

Mom is surprised.

MOM
No. What did I say?

LEO
About how people don’t love 
each other forever. I think you’re wrong.

Leo leaves the table. He comes back with his backpack. He spreads out all the Polaroids on the table, along with the cut-out picture, sneaker tags, and stained napkin.

LEO (CONT’D)
Detective Dan says hard evidence is key. 

Leo is proud of himself. He smiles. Mom looks at the items for a long time.

MOM
When did you take 
these pictures, Leo? 

Leo’s smile fades.

MOM (CONT’D)
Was this today? Did you go 
to school today, Leo?

Leo shrugs. His mother is furious.

MOM (CONT’D)
You could’ve gotten lost! 
Or been kidnapped! Or...

LEO
Mom...

MOM
I cannot believe this. 
I thought I taught you to be 
responsible... Are you listening 
to me? Never do that again. 
I’m calling Ms. Phelps tomorrow.
 You are in trouble. Go to your room.

LEO
Mom!

MOM
I don’t want to hear it!

Leo angrily gathers the pictures and leaves. His mother waits for him to be gone, then puts her head in her hands.

INT. LEO’S ROOM - NIGHT

Leo’s Thomas the Train alarm clock reads 11:59 PM, but Leo is not asleep in his pajamas. He lies on his bed in normal clothes watching the second hand tick by. 

It is now 12:00 AM. 

Leo slips off his bed and puts on his backpack. 

INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT

Leo creeps down the hall. He peeks through a doorway into his mother’s room. 

INT. MOM’S ROOM - NIGHT

LEO’S POINT OF VIEW: Mom’s room is dark. No sound from within except for SOFT BREATHING.

EXT. STAIRCASE - NIGHT

Leo tiptoes down the stairs.

EXT. ANOTHER RANDOM STREET - NIGHT

Leo walks alone in the dark. 

He should be afraid, but he isn’t.

INT. APARTMENT HALLWAY - NIGHT

Leo stands in a dimly-lit apartment hallway. He knocks on the door. He waits with anticipation for a long time. Finally, the door opens. 

Dad stands in the doorway, obviously drunk.

DAD
Hey... What are you doing here...

Leo is shocked.

DAD (CONT’D)
What time is it? Shit... 
I guess you can stay.

He lets Leo in.

DAD (CONT’D)
Bet your mother’s worrying.

INT. DAD’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

The walls are bare, the furniture sparse. A simple couch sits behind a coffee table littered with old beer bottles and food wrappers.

DAD
‘Scuse the mess. 

He brushes a few pieces of garbage off the table and relaxes on the couch. Leo gingerly sets his backpack on the dirty coffee table. He sits anxiously. Dad begins to snore.

LATER

Dad, now sober, sits with Leo on the couch. He is drinking a black coffee and Leo is drinking a Sprite. In front of them are spread the contents of Leo’s backpack. 

DAD (CONT’D)
Am I sorry for what I am? 
Doesn’t matter. Because buddy, 
you and I both know that’s not
 the real question. The real 
question is: should I be?

He smiles sadly at Leo.

DAD(CONT’D)
I guess that’s why I don’t 
deserve to be your dad.

Leo doesn’t touch his Sprite.

DAD (CONT’D)
I’ll give you a ride home.

Leo thinks a moment. He shakes his head no.

EXT. DIFFERENT RANDOM STREET - DAY

It is early morning, but barely light. Leo, wearing his backpack, walks away from his father’s apartment.

INT. DAD’S APARTMENT - DAY

Dad watches from his window to make sure Leo crosses the street safely. 

INT. MOM’S ROOM - DAY

Mom sits on the edge of her bed staring out the window. 

After a moment, Leo walks in. He sits next to her. She wraps her arm around him and kisses him on the head. He leans on her.

MOM
Your father called to let me 
know where you were. Didn’t I tell 
you not to scare me like that again?

Leo doesn’t respond.

MOM (CONT’D)
What are you so afraid of, baby?

LEO
Do you love me?

Mom is surprised by the question.

MOM
I do.

LEO
Forever?

Mom is moved. She wants to cry. 

MOM
You’ll never have to worry about that.

LEO
I love you, too.

They hug. 

INT. LEO’S ROOM - DAY

Snippets of Leo’s room: a now fully-finished model airplane, new finger paintings on the wall. One in particular depicts two stick figures with ‘Me + Mommy’ scrawled on the bottom. 

Leo’s Polaroids, now framed, rest on a shelf. The last picture is the cut-out photo from earlier. Leo has taped himself back into 
the photo. 

INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY

New pictures have appeared on the fireplace mantel: Leo and Mom having a picnic; Leo and Mom at the beach; Leo, Mom, and the old woman from the nursing home; Mom holding flowers and posing with a tall man.

INT. DINING ROOM - NIGHT

Leo and Mom eat a home-cooked meal. 

MOM
What did you do at school today?

LEO
We talked about the words ‘dog’ 
and ‘bog’. And the four-times-tables. 
And about how penguins can’t fly.

MOM
They can’t?

LEO
No. But they’re the only ones 
in the whole bird species who can swim...

They converse as we slowly

FADE OUT.

Saturday, August 24, 2013

In Shanghai, a screenplay



TITLE OVER BLACK: “IN SHANGHAI”


FADE IN:

EXT. SHANGHAI SKYLINE - NIGHT

A bird's-eye view of nighttime in Shanghai. The lights and neon billboards gleam in the darkness. The buildings are black silhouettes eclipsed against the setting sun. Cars speed toward intersections, and traffic lights change from red to green. This is a city that is constantly moving.

EXT. STREET CORNER - NIGHT

Two prostitutes stand on a busy street corner, their long legs crossed and waiting for business. Cars zoom past them and streetlights change.


CUT TO:

EXT. PARK BENCH - NIGHT

A homeless man sleeps on the steps of a convenience store, his mangy dog tied to a pole. The dog is sniffing in a pile of trash.


CUT TO:

EXT. OUTSIDE OF OFFICE BUILDING - NIGHT

A businessman, harried and tired-looking, hails a taxi. The taxi stops and the man gets in the car.

EXT. OUTSIDE OF APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT

A deteriorating apartment complex in a bad part of town. The building is decorated with dying plants, litter, and the underwear of its tenants drying on clothes lines. We hear a MAN and a WOMAN shouting.

The MAN and WOMAN argue stand outside of their car. They argue passionately in Mandarin, voices standing out against the quiet darkness. Through the noise, we hear the faint sound of a CHILD CRYING.


CUT TO:

INT. HAN’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

A small boy lies on his bed, crying. This is YOUNG HAN (4). Throughout the film, the actors speak in Mandarin, with English subtitles.


HAN (V.O.)
There once was a very greedy king...

A woman, dressed in a dirty nightgown, enters the room. This is MAMA(32). She picks up Young Han and sets him in her lap.


HAN (V.O.) 
...Who hid the sun from all the people of the world.

Mama begins to comfort Han. We hear her voice beginning to tell the story. Han hiccups and stops crying.


HAN (V.O.)
All the children who were afraid of the 
dark were frightened. The world was 
filled with blackness.

EXT. STREET CORNER - NIGHT

A car stops by the two prostitutes. One of them leans into the open driver’s window, smiling.


HAN (V.O.)
But one day, a brave man decided to talk to the king. 
The man climbed to the top of a hill and he asked if the 
king would share the sun with his people.

The prostitute gets into the car and waves good-bye to her friend. The car drives away, and more cars pass by.


CUT TO:

EXT. PARK BENCH - NIGHT

The homeless man’s dog finds a chicken bone in the pile of garbage. It begins to gnaw on the bone, while its owner turns in his sleep.


HAN (V.O.)
The Sun King saw how desperate the 
man was, so he made him a deal.

A man walks by and drops a bill into a cup set by the bench.
CUT TO:

EXT. OUTSIDE OF BAR - NIGHT

The taxi pulls up to the sidewalk outside a bar. From inside the building, we can hear the sounds of drinking and yelling. A moment later, the businessman emerges. He looks at the bar for a second, and then enters.


HAN (V.O.)
Instead of letting him have the sun, the king 
gave the man a bag filled with light.


CUT TO:

INT. HAN’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Young Han watches as Mama animatedly tells the story. She uses her hands, building the story in mid-air. He laughs.


HAN (V.O.)
So the man took the bag, and with it he 
climbed the tallest tower in the world. 
When he got to the top, he opened 
the bag. The light escaped, and it scattered
 into a thousand stars. The man had 
done this, so none of the 
little children needed to be afraid 
of the dark anymore.


FADE TO BLACK.

OVER BLACK we hear the sounds of machines whirring, a man yelling.

INT. SNOWGLOBE FACTORY - DAY

Han's hands constructing a snow globe. It is an Eiffel Tower snow globe. His hands are dirty, his fingers nimble. He lets them linger on the plastic Eiffel Tower as he is constructing it.

FADE UP to his face. This Han is older, he is now 12. He is skinny and dirty, black hair messy and unkempt.

FADE UP to see that Han is surrounded by many other children - some older, some younger - all doing the same monotonous task.


CUT TO:

INT. BUS - NIGHT

Han's head nods against a window. He is wearing a dirty white T-shirt and a red sweatshirt that is many sizes too big for him. The bus hits a bump, and Han looks up, wearily.


CUT TO:

EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT

Han walks home from the bus stop, hands in his pocket.

Two dressed-up party girls walk in his direction. He lowers his eyes. They pass him and giggle, making gestures as they laugh at his clothes.

Han passes a Western businessman yelling on his cellphone.

Han reaches the gate to his apartment and lets himself in.


CUT TO:

INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT

Han, washing his hands, looks at himself in the cracked mirror. He looks down at his sweatshirt.


CUT TO:

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

Han washes clothes in a red basin. He takes out his sweatshirt, now soaked, and looks at it.


CUT TO:

Han is making dinner. He stirs a pot of porridge and ladles it into a bowl. He takes a bottle of pink pills and selects two.

INT. MAMA’S ROOM - NIGHT

Han brings the bowl in to his mother. She is asleep, her face wearing the grey, ashen look of the dying.


HAN
Mama?

Mama shifts in her sleep, and Han touches her shoulder.


HAN (CONT’D)
I brought you supper.

Mama sits up, half-asleep. She takes the pills with water and lets Han spoon the food into her mouth.

INT. HAN’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Han sits on his bed. In front of him is a tin box, open. The contents of the tin box - a postcard of the Eiffel Tower and a stack of bills - are laid out on the bed.

HAN'S P.O.V. - Han counts through the stack of money. He looks at the postcard, and then puts the items away under his bed. He turns off the light.


CUT TO:

INT. SNOWGLOBE FACTORY - DAY

Han sits working on another Eiffel Tower snow globe. An envelope is placed on his station, and he glances up at a disgruntled-looking man carrying an armful of paycheck envelopes. The man glares at Han before moving on to the next station. Han hurriedly puts the envelope in his pocket.


CUT TO:

INT. BUS - NIGHT

Han sits straight upright, nervous. He is not tired today. He fingers the money in his pocket with a tense expression on his face.

INT. MAMA’S ROOM - NIGHT

Han lets himself in. He is holding another bowl of porridge and the pink pills. He sets the bowl on a bedside table and leans in close to Mama.
HAN
Mama.

Mama opens her eyes wearily. She places a limp hand on Han’s arm.


MAMA
Han.

HAN
I got it, Mama.

He gives Mama her pills and a glass of water already set on the bedside table. Mama takes her medicine.

Han watches her, expectantly. Mama’s smile falters.


HAN (CONT’D)
For the Eiffel Tower trip, I have the money...

MAMA
Oh...

HAN
We’ll bring pillows, blankets. I’ll 
make you as comfortable as I can.

MAMA
I’m sick.

Han’s expression is blank. He does not understand.

MAMA (CONT’D)
A few more weeks, we have left together.

Han’s face crumples. He is about to cry.

MAMA (CONT’D)
Staying here... it would be enough. 

HAN
But we won’t have any other chances.

MAMA
I won’t. You will.

HAN
It was our story. Ours.

MAMA
A story is a story. You take the money, save it. 
When I’m gone, go to a good school. Get a 
good job. Travel there with your own 
children. If there is a heaven, I will be waiting.

Han does not respond. He looks at Mama, and then leans in and kisses her forehead.

He feeds her dinner.


CUT TO:

INT. HAN’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Han paces across his tiny bedroom. He is agitated, furious. Suddenly, he pushes himself into the wall of his bedroom. He reaches under his bed for the tin box and throws it across the room, where it ricochets off a wall. The postcard and the bills fall out. Han curls up in the corner, face pressed into his knees.

INT. MAMA’S ROOM - NIGHT

A THUMP from Han’s room. Mama wakes up, alarmed.


MAMA
Han?


CUT TO:

INT. HAN’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Han lifts his head from his arms. His face is tear-stained and emotionless.


MAMA (O.S.)
Han?

Han does not answer. He leans his head against the wall and closes his eyes.

INT. MAMA’S ROOM - DAY

Han enters the room wearing his red sweatshirt, now clean.


HAN
I’m leaving for work.

No response. Han gently touches Mama’s shoulder. She doesn’t move.


HAN (CONT’D)
Mama?

He touches her again. No response. Han begins to get worried.


HAN (CONT’D)
Mama?


FADE TO BLACK.

OVER BLACKNESS Han keeps saying “Mama?” over and over again.

INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY

Mama is in a hospital bed. Han stands and watches her, expression blank. He is carrying his tin box. A DOCTOR, young and stern, enters the room.


DOCTOR
You’re the son?

HAN
Yes.

The doctor sighs and places his hand on Han’s shoulder.


DOCTOR
Her heart gave out.

Han looks at the doctor for a long time. He nods.


DOCTOR (CONT’D)
I’m sorry.

The doctor leaves the room. Han watches him leave, then turns back to Mama. At this point, his expression is still blank. He goes and stands by her side. He touches her arm.


HAN
Mama? I’m sorry.

Han puts his head on her shoulder and begins to cry.

INT. FUNERAL HOME - DAY

A FUNERAL DIRECTOR leads Han, still carrying his tin box, through a selection of urns. Most are very plain, but some are beautiful and elaborately made. He gestures to Han, his demeanor suave and businesslike. Han is only half-listening.


FUNERAL DIRECTOR
And over here we have the best, yes? Although you 
would be looking for a cheaper one?

HAN
I would like the best.

FUNERAL DIRECTOR
And where is that money going to come from?

Han hands him the tin box.

EXT. HAN’S BEDROOM WINDOW - NIGHT

Han leans out his open bedroom window, looking at the night. The sounds of city life roll by - dogs barking, people yelling, car engines starting.

HAN'S P.O.V. - He looks at the postcard of the Eiffel Tower, dangling from his fingers onto the busy street below.

Han retreats from his window.

INT. HAN’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Han walks over to a desk and pulls a chair across his room, back to the window.

He steps on it cautiously at first, as if testing his weight - then bravely, as he eases himself onto the window ledge.

EXT. HAN’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Han is framed against the window, his silhouette black against the burning lights. He is still holding the postcard.

Grasping the window frame with one hand, Han holds up the postcard to the sky.

HAN'S P.O.V. - Han’s hand holding the postcard against the dark night sky. All around the Eiffel Tower, stars wink and waver brilliantly.

Han smiles.


FADE OUT.