Angel Eyes Page #5

Someone looks through the peephole and then opens the

door --a young single mother, friendly but with a little

caution, too. She recognizes Catch. Behind her is a

little boy, (five). The woman’s name is CANDACE. Her

son is TOMMY.

CANDACE:

Hi.

CATCH:

Hi. Your keys are in the...

He gestures, and she sees the keys and retrieves them,

more friendly now.

CANDACE:

Oh, thank you. Thanks a lot.

God. I was trying to carry Tommy

and all these bags. He was so

tired. Of course, as soon as I

put him down he had all this

energy...

While she is talking, Catch is staring deeply at the boy,

who is shy. Catch almost speaks to the boy, wants to,

goes halfway to a smile --but the sight of the kid stirs

that layer of darkness in Catch. He nods a good-bye to

the mother and is about to go. She thinks about this, as

he is turning, and pushes through her remaining caution

to say...

CANDACE:

Y’know, we were just baking

nectarine bars because the peaches

weren’t ripe. Ever had a

nectarine bar?

He smiles and seems to want to stay, but he is already

retreating. His contact goes only so far --and no

further.

CATCH:

Sorry. Gotta be going.

And with one more glance at the boy, he walks to his

apartment, unlocks it and steps in.

11.

INT. CATCH’S APARTMENT -NIGHT

He walks into a bare living room --no chairs, tables,

lamps, nothing on the walls. He walks into a spotless,

never-used kitchen and flips on the light, opens a

drawer.

In the drawer is a collection of kids’ toys, some found,

some purchased, mostly plastic figures. The action of

opening the door has started some battery-operated

animals moving around in there. Now from his pocket he

takes the plastic superhero he just found and drops it in

and closes the drawer.

He walks back into the living room. He sits on the

floor, leans back against the wall, his clothes still

soaked from the rain. He stares at his thoughts, looking

a bit numb --and lost.

EXT./INT. DRY CLEANERS SHOP -DAY

Sharon is just leaving with a clean uniform on a hanger

in a plastic bag. It’s a neighborhood place where

alterations are done. As she is leaving, an older woman

is just entering. This is MRS. VANDER, beaming at

Sharon, a real talker.

MRS. VANDER

Sherry!

SHARON:

Hi, Mrs. Vander. You’re looking

good.

MRS. VANDER

Oh, you just wait. I splurged.

She is pulling a new blue dress out of a shopping bag.

MRS. VANDER

It’s for the church and the party.

It’s just a little too long.

SHARON:

Looks great.

MRS. VANDER

Y’know, I cried over the

invitation --just imagine me in

church.

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