Unbroken Page #3

PHIL:

Okay. We’re still flying. But we

have no hydraulics.

CUP:

We got no flaps. So, basically, we

got no brakes.

LOUIE:

How far to base?

CUP:

Five hours. If we can make it that

far. The runways over six thousand

feet but we’re gonna need 10,000

without brakes.

Louie looks back into the damaged plane. The light streaming

through the bullet holes, cutting through the smoke.

A VOICE:

VOICE:

God made two great lights. . .

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VOICE (CONT’D)

. . . the greater light to rule the

day, and the lesser light to rule

the night.

Close on Louie’s eyes

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INT. CHURCH 11

Those same beautiful blue eyes.

The voice continues over the cut, now in the church-- its

live context.

PRIEST’S VOICE

. . . And God set them in the

firmament of the Heaven

Feet swinging under a pew. They don’t reach the ground.

Louie, age 12, bored in church, jiggling, looking down at his

feet.

PRIESTS VOICE:

...to rule over the day and over

the night and to divide the light

from the darkness.

WHAP!— a hand enters frame and smacks the fidgeting boy. He

looks up at:

His father, ANTHONY. He gives a reproving look and a gesture

for the boy to look forward, pay attention.

A hiss from Louie’s other side-- his mother LOUISE.

LOUISE:

Tonio!

She is giving Anthony a look: don’t do that!

Anthony returns Louise’s look with one of his own: What? He

was misbehaving!

Louie looks from one to the other, then back up at the

Priest.

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PRIEST:

. . . Now these things, light and

dark, night and day, they are

separated from each other.

Louie’s eyes travel across the candles to a statue off to the

side, down to a beautiful young woman and the cross on her

neck. But below it... a hint of her cleavage. His POV then

travels down to a great pair of legs.

WHAP!—the hand re-enters to smack the boy.

His father again. An insistent gesture for the boy to look

forward, pay attention. Past his father are his two sisters,

SYLVIA and VIRGINIA, smirking at him for getting whacked— and

his older brother, PETE.

PRIEST (CONT’D)

. . . God placed them each in its

place. God did not create a battle

between them. He said, I’ve

created both of these things.

PRIEST (CONT’D)

You must live through the night,

not do battle with it, for the

night also is mine. . .

Louie looks up, his attention now held by:

The large Christ crucified, at the back of the altar.

PRIEST (CONT’D)

. . . And he sent his son Jesus—not

to do battle. Not to go to war

with the sins of man, but to

forgive them. . .

Back to Louie, now looking at the Christ with some interest.

But his head turns at the sound of the priest’s raised voice-

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