Edward downs his champagne in a gulp.
EXT. OUTSIDE LA RUE 14° - NIGHT
We come into the middle of an argument on the sidewalk.
Occasional PASSERSBY take notice, especially as it gets moreheated. Both men are a little drunk.
What, a father’s not allowed to talkabout his son?
I am a footnote in that story. I am
the context for your great adventure.
Which never happened! Incidentally!
You were selling novelty products inWichita the day I was born.
(shaking his head)
Friend of yours? Did you help him outof a bind?
Come on, Will. Everyone likes thatstory.
No Dad, they don’t. I do not like the
story. Not anymore, not after athousand times. I know all the
punchlines, Dad. I can tell them as
well as you can.
For one night, one night in your entirelife, the universe does not revolvearound Edward Bloom. It revolves
around me and my wife. How can you notunderstand that?
A long beat, then...
Sorry to embarrass you.
Will won’t let him get the last word.
You’re embarrassing yourself, Dad. You
just don’t see it.
ANGLE ON Edward. Fine. A hand to wave, enough of you.
He walks away.
ANGLE ON Will, still fuming with righteous anger. It’s then
we FREEZE FRAME.
After that night, I didn’t speak to myfather again for three years.
INT. A.P. NEWSROOM (PARIS) - DAY
A typically busy day. On hold with the phone cradled underan ear, Will sorts through a bundle of mail dropped on hisdesk.
WILL (ON PHONE)
William Bloom with the Associated Press
if I could just...
He’s put back on hold. Returning to the mail, he finds ahand-addressed envelope. Rips it open.
We communicated indirectly I guess. In
her letters and Christmas cards, mymother would write for both of them.