URSULA, a reckless girl of 14, stands watch.
They shot the shit out of him. My brother. I
couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Hold still, or I can't do anything.
I love you, Abby. You're so good to me. Remember
how much fun we had, on the roof...
8EXT. ROOF - MATTE SHOT
Bill and Abby flirt on the root of a tenement,
happily in love. The city stretches out behind them.
9INT. BED - QUICK CUT
Abby lies shivering with fever. Bill spoons hot
soup into her mouth. Ursula rolls paper flowers for extra
... even when you were sick and I was in the mill.
10INT. MILL - QUICK CUT (VARIOUS ANGLES OF OTHER WORKERS)
Bill works in the glow of a blast furnace. He
does not seem quite in place with the rest of the workers. A
pencil moustache lends a desired gentlemanliness to his
appearance. He looks fallen on hard times, without ever
having known any better--like Chaplin, an immigrant lost in
the heartless city, with dim hopes for a better way of life.
I won't let you go back in the mill. People die
in there. I'm a man, and I can look out for you.
11EXT. SIDING OUTSIDE MILL
Along a railroad spur outside the mill, Abby and
Ursula glean bits of coal that have fallen from the tenders.
We're going west. Things gotta be better out
A POLICEMAN, looking for Bill, roughs Abby up
behind the tenement where they live. Suddenly Bill runs out
from a doorway and slams him over the head with a clay
pitcher full of water.
What'd you do?
Bill shrugs, then hits him again, knocking him
unconscious, when he reaches for a gun. Abby calls Ursula
and they take off running, Bill stopping only to collect
some of their laundry off a clothesline.