Music plays over black/Fade Up:   We are low and moving down a suburban sidewalk. A hot cloudy day, the threat of rain. . Grass here and there up through the concrete. A bike tire slides into frame. We follow it. The tire slides out of view. We continue on. A pair of sneakered feet step into view. One of the sneakers is missing the brand name tag off it's dirty heel.  We follow. A voice, indistinct calls once, twice, fades. A dog snarls, barks.

WARNER BROTHERS
WARNER BROTHERS
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We hear a muscle car's engine, growling, idling, gradually growing louder. We widen out, looking over a ten year old boy's shoulders from the back. We are looking at a red '78 Camero, waiting by the curb. Leaning against the driver's side door is a kid in his early twenties, cheap sunglasses, crew cut, growing out slightly, reading a copy of CREEM magazine. After a beat, he lowers the magazine, stares over the top of the sunglasses at the kid we're standing behind. We hold on him. The song on the car radio fades down. The dog barks again.

WARNER BROTHERS
WARNER BROTHERS
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We're in the back seat of the car, the windows are down, the older and young boy visible in the front. We see two pair of dog tags hanging from the rear view mirror. The sun has come out and we see the neighborhood around the car fade into a medium sized suburban town. Sunlight glinting off old cars. The boy looks up at the older boy for a beat, punches the radio's selector button, then looks away. After a beat, the older boy turns his head to the younger boy, who doesn't look back.

RCA
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We're in a dusty, dumpy little record store, following behind the younger boy. We notice for the first time a small, raised scar visible on the back of his neck. The boy's hand trails along the row of albums. We see the older boy on the other side of the store, flipping through a display of framed, racked posters over the top of his sunglasses. He looks past the posters and we swing around to gaze at the store's entrance. A figure is framed there against the front doors and the bright light outside.

ABC
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We are looking up at the older boy's back, standing a few feet away. We slide from him to look forward. A woman is standing in front of us. We are in the back part of the store. Back behind the woman, on a wall above a rack of records, is a huge poster of Andy Gibb's album Shadowdancing. There is a very clear rip under his right eye. The woman between the poster and us is of indeterminate age, blondish hair, thickish eyebrows. She looks down at us, breathes. Smiles at us. There is a small ring on a chain hanging from her neck.

RCA
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We are standing back, looking at the woman and the boy, whose face we see for the first time. He smiles. His front tooth is visibly chipped. He is wearing a Flash Gordon yellow tank top. The woman bends down. The boy reaches up, touches her face. A beat. We watch. The boy lowers his hand. A song fades. Record store ambiance. The older boy clears his throat.

MUSHROOM
MUSHROOM
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We are looking into the Camero, from the front this time. The boy is wearing the older boy's sunglasses. The sunlight is fading around the car, the clouds returning, as it moves back into the shoddy looking neighborhoods. Between the two people, the dog tags swing. The boy look across to the other, smiles, reaches forward, punches the radio selector button. The older boy wears grins, in a small way, continues to look straight ahead.

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Back to heated and cloudy now. We're standing back from the boy and the older boy just pulling shut his car door. A hand waves out of the Camero's window, stopping mid-wave, becoming a fist. The car pulls away, the growl of it's engine fading away into the sounds of the neighborhood as we slowly move around to look at the boy. The sunglasses are gone. He stares after the departing car and the older boy behind the wheel for a moment. A smile moves across his face, fades. A beat. The boy, who we see has kind of thickish eyebrows above clear blue eyes, turns, walks away, as we turn with him and stand watching him walk up the sidewalk into the rest of his day. A dog barks, Sounds of the neighborhood.

Fade out.

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