We notice a SCRATCH MARK on her arm. She is nervous and
anxious but makes an effort to speak in an calm tone -
What is it, Norman?
Norman is terrified.
It’s Dad! He’s...
Norman turns and races back toward the garage. We STAY ON
NORMA a beat, watching her son go, bracing herself.
INT. GARAGE - MOMENTS LATER
CLOSE ON THE SHELVING. Norman GROANS like a weightlifter as
he LIFTS and SHOVES the unit, trying to get it off his
father. But it’s too heavy. It collapses back on top of
him. Norman falls down from the effort, starts CRYING.
CU ON NORMA as she STEPS INTO THE GARAGE and sees the scene.
Her expression is not SHOCK but SADNESS, an overwhelming
sadness, as tears flood her eyes.
Norman starts trying to PULL HIS DAD OUT as Norma now comes
and kneels next to him.
Mother, help me!
Norma looks at Sam’s dead face with REMORSE. She puts her
hand gently on Norman’s head.
Norman just keeps SOBBING. Gives up on his rescue efforts.
Instead, cradles his father’s bloody head in his arms, not
caring that his father’s blood is getting all over himself.
Norma gently pulls him away...
NORMA LOUISE (CONT’D)
Norman, honey, I’m so sorry...
Norman falls into her, sobbing. She sits on the floor
holding him. Rocking him against her. Her heart breaking.
But, we sense, only for him. We STAY ON TABLEAU OF THEM FOR
A LONG TIME. Maybe UNCOMFORTABLY LONG. It’s kind of
beautiful. These two beings who are like one, emotionally
absorbed into each other, sitting on the floor in the middle
of this complete chaos.
We now HEAR A DISTANT SIREN.