243. On a Hill - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• INT. STAGE B, CRAFT SERVICES - DAY


• A group of crew members sit around a large plastic table digging into their food.


• LANCE grabs his plate and sits down at the table, adjusting tool belt.


• He glances around a for a second, then closes his eyes and offers a quick, silent prayer for the food.


• He glances around a for a second, then closes his eyes and offers a quick, silent prayer for the food.


• TIM
• You mind praying out loud, for both our meals?


• Lance's eyes pop open.


• LANCE
• Uh, sure.


• He leans towards Tim and speaks in a quiet voice.


• LANCE
• Father, thanks for friends and work and sharing food. Thanks for community. Bless this food, help it give us strength, Amen.


• TIM
• Amen.


• LANCE
• I didn't realize you were a believer.


• TIM
• I'm not, but you shouldn't be ashamed of what you believe, you don't have to look around and hide it. I just wanted to share your faith with you, experience what you believed for a moment. A holy moment, no?


• Lance looks at Tim, slightly stunned.


• Tim smiles at him; his radio beeps.


• KEY GRIP (VO)
• Hey, this is Erica for Tim.


• TIM
• Go for Tim.


• KEY GRIP (VO)
• Need you for a quick pow wow.


• TIM
• Copy, I'll be there in a sec.


• Tim nods to Lance.


• TIM
• Thanks for praying with me.


• He grabs his plate and walks briskly towards the main stage leaving Lance still staring in wonder at him.


• FADE TO BLACK.