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MA:

Sorry, I already asked for jeans

for you for Sunday Treat.

He swallows his disappointment.

JACK:

I'm going to grow and grow till I'm

a giant. Look, Ma. Look how big my

superpowers are already.

He makes a tiny bicep. Ma musters enthusiasm at the prospect

of him growing up.

MA:

You’ll be as strong as Samson soon.

JACK:

(holding up his long hair)

Huger every day.

MA:

Gigantic.

JACK:

Enormous. Hugeormous.

MA:

Good word sandwich.

He starts leaping around the room, moving gracefully between

all the familiar obstacles.

JACK:

I'm going to be Jack the Giant

Giant-Killer and burst out of

Skylight into Space with my dog

Lucky and boing boing boing between

all the planets...

5 INT. ROOM - DAY 5

A little later, playing 'Track'. The rug is draped over the

table on the bed. They run back and forward on a worn C, both

of them training hard, like athletes.

6 INT. ROOM - DAY 6

Later, the furniture is back in place. Jack picks Dylan the

Digger from his stack, which includes Pop-Up Airport, My Big

Book of Nursery Rhymes, The Runaway Bunny, Alice in

Wonderland. (He ignores the adult books -The Da Vinci Code,

Twilight, The Guardian, Bittersweet Love, The Shack.)

Ma can't hide her revulsion at Dylan the Digger again.

MA:

Come on, you can read Dylan

yourself.

JACK:

I can read them all but I like when

you do.

Ma recites animatedly. Jack turns the board pages, not

noticing that Ma's eyes are shut as she reads from memory.

MA:

Heeeeeeeere's Dylan, the sturdy

digger! / The loads he shovels get

bigger and bigger. / Watch his long

arm delve into the earth, / No

excavator so loves to munch dirt.

7 INT. ROOM - DAY 7

Later, Jack blows the second of two small eggs, keeping the

shell intact. Beating butter and sugar, Ma keeps up their

Rhyme game.

MA:

Our friend Table... just isn't

able.

Jack pours the eggs into her bowl of butter and sugar.

JACK:

Our friend Spoon, sings to the

moon.

Ma beats the eggs in.

MA:

Our friend Knife runs for his life.

She winces in pain, and shakes out her right wrist. Jack

notices and takes over, beating the batter for her.

(CONTINUED)

7 CONTINUED:
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Later:
Ma strings the shells onto the needle tongue of their

Eggsnake, made of eggshells crayoned, given paper clothes,

foil crowns, colored wool for hair... Eggsnake is hundreds

of eggs long.

8 INT. ROOM - DUSK 8

A little later. The birthday cake is small, brown, plain.

Ma makes a 5 with thin white icing.

MA:

Abracadabra!

JACK:

Now the candles.

Reading her face, his crumples.

JACK (CONT’D)

You said a birthday cake for real.

That means candles on fire.

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