- FADE IN:
- EXT. MAIN STREET SIDEWALK - DAY
- TIGHE stands in the middle of the sidewalk staring up at a tree growing up out of a planter dividing the path.
- Its slender trunk swirls upwards; its smooth, paper-like bark spiraling up towards the branches.
- With its small, amber-colored leaves, it could have been pulled straight from a Disney film.
- Tighe ponders the tree, slack jawed, not moving a muscle.
- People pass him on the sidewalk, paying little or no attention to him - he is a familiar sight.
- A Group of TEENAGE BOYS walks up to him, all bravado.
- Tighe flinches, pulling away from them, his hands curled at his side, fingers feeling at the air.
- BOY 1
- Hey, what's up in that tree, Tighe? What's so interesting?
- BOY 2
- I betcha he's looking for the shortbus.
- BOY 1
- Is that what you're looking for? Aren't you a little big for the shortbus?
- The boys laugh, attracting DENNIS' attention.
- He makes a beeline for them.
- DENNIS
- Hey, leave him alone, go on!
- The boys walk away, sneering and laughing.
- DENNIS
- Hey Tighe, c'mon man; you've been staring at that tree for as long as I can remember. Maybe it's time to find another tree.
- Tighe barely reacts, blinking fast.
- DENNIS
- You keep this up, people are going to think you're slow.
- He chuckles.
- Tighe's phone suddenly rings, startling both of them--a cheerful, electronic polka.
- He reaches for his pocket, trying to get to it.
- Dennis watches awkwardly, moving in to help, then back away.
- The phone stops ringing.
- Tighe looks at Dennis with his half-empty eyes.
- TIGHE
- Gotta go, gotta go.
- He moves away with surprising speed, his stride jerky, his hands clenching and unclenching, head tilted to the side.
- EXT. TIGHE'S HOUSE - DAY
- The street on which Tighe's house is lined with trees that hide the slightly decrepit state of the neighborhood.
- He rounds the corner, his tilted gait identifying him from a ways off.
- He gets to his house and walks up the sidewalk, fumbling for his keys.
- He finds them and gets the door open, sliding inside.
- INT. TIGHE'S HOUSE: ENTRANCE - DAY
- The house is simple; it doesn't appear to have been re-decorated since the 70s.
- Tighe makes his way down the single hallway and halfway down the hall, his shoulders relax and his eyes clear.
- He shuffles into his bedroom.
- INT. TIGHE'S HOUSE: BEDROOM - DAY
- His fists clench and unclenching, Tighe walks to his desk and sits, carefully.
- The room is filled with beautiful sketches, drawings, and paintings of the tree from every angle imaginable.
- Where there aren't paintings, there are bookshelves packed with classics.
- He leans over, painfully removing colored pencils from a drawer and flips open a sketchpad.
- Reaching over to a cd player perched at the edge of the desk, he punches the play button, and the sounds of Mendelssohn fill the room.
- He smiles, his lips splitting in a strange grimace, then bends over the sketchbook and begins a new version of the tree.
- FADE TO BLACK.
Monday, December 22, 2008
357. The Misdirect - Leslie
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