246. First Nation - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• EXT. WILSHIRE BLVD. - DAY


• TONY sits at a cafe and loosens his tie.


• Leaning back into his chair, he sighs and begins to relax after a long day.


• A movement catches his eye and he sits up, just in time to catch a BARE-CHESTED MAN with a large feathers woven into his dark hair disappear around a corner.


• Tony squints, then shakes his head and leans back.


• A WOMAN carrying a child with a beaded headdress appears from behind a building, and there on Miracle Mile, an entire TONGVAN village descends onto the street.


• Tony watches in awe as they come towards him, deftly dodging cars that never seeing the apparitions, do not stop or swerve.


• Tony watches the surreal parade of a First Nations tribe moving calmly through the grit of Los Angeles.


• A MUSCULAR WARRIOR looks up at the buildings around him and then over at Tony and smiles.


• MUSCULAR WARRIOR
• We never left, you know. We just faded. Imagine if we hadn't.


• He turns and strides past.


• Tony looks up at the sky contemplating.


• TONY
• Mmm, better public transportation, definitely.


• ANNA, his waitress stops at the table.


• ANNA
• Excuse me?


• TONY
• 
  Oh, just wondering what it would have been like if Native Americans had stayed in power. And I think there would have been better public transport.


• ANNA
• At the very least.


• They chuckle.


• Tony turns back to the street and watches the cars whiz past and squints until the lights become abstract shapes, pursing his lips wistfully.


• FADE TO BLACK.