In the window, the winking muzzle-flash of the sniper’s
pavement, her hair billowing.
A 747 touches down on the tarmac.
scanning the crowd.
emerges from the terminal.
BACK TO SCENE:
Amy gets out of the car, grinning. Jeff sees her and
hurries over. He drops his bag and they fall into each
passionately in love with each other.
God, I missed you.
Let’s get out of here. Where’s
your equipment? Don’t tell me you
(holds up his bag)
This is it.
Jeff shakes his head no.
much furniture, but lots of books and CD’s. On the
walls, blow-ups of arty photographs --Amy in modeling
poses, plus many black-and-white scenery stills.
Jeff’s bag is unopened on the floor. We see two nearly
INT. BEDROOM -NIGHT
More framed photographs.
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