Contact Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 1997
- 150 min
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He kisses her again, rises, goes to leave, stopping at the
door to watch her. Ellie looks out the window at the
stars...
DEEP SPACE - MESSAGE
A comet blows by. We chase it, riding its luminous tail
of evaporating ice...
TED'S CALLUSED HAND
careful as a safecracker, slowly TURNS the DIAL on an
ancient A.M. RADIO -- finally landing on an old HANK
WILLIAMS TUNE.
INT. TED'S TRUCK - MOVING - DAY
Ted sits up, smiles in satisfaction.
EXT. TRUCK - DAY
The old red Ford trundles through the pines along a
mountain road.
NINE-YEAR OLD ELLIE throws her schoolbooks on the table
and goes to the refrigerator. As she starts to take out
items we see her hand-drawn chart taped to the side of the
fridge; Mondays and Thursdays say "Ellie Cooks!"
EXT. MOUNTAINS - DAY
A fawn is feeding. CUT WIDE to reveal it standing in the
middle of an empty road, nibbling at the grass growing out
of the old blacktop. The TWITTER of a BIRD; the wind in
the trees... and then, far in the distance, we hear an
ENGINE STRAINING.
LOGGING TRUCK:
heads up the mountain road, its driver humming along to
A stew of some sort bubbles on the stove. Ellie hums as
she experiments with every spice on the rack.
SERIES OF SHOTS:
A) Ted sings to the RADIO as he eases off the gas to
take a bend in the road --
B) The fawn continues to graze, oblivious. We can now
hear the RADIO in the DISTANCE.
C) Ted look up as he rounds the bend -- sees the deer --
D) The logging TRUCK ROARS around a blind curve --
E) Ted swerves onto the wrong side of the road, misses
F) The truck driver looks up, sees the Ford coming at
him, Ted still looking over his shoulder at --
FAWN:
who suddenly looks up at the O.S. sound of a HORRIBLE
CRASH --
-- then bounds off into the woods.
The table is set. A stubby candle and some wildflowers in
a peanut-butter jar.
Ellie sits at her place, frowning. She glances up at the
wall clock -- and then slowly stands as she sees something
else THROUGH the kitchen window:
A sheriffs' car is pulling up, lights going, siren silent.
The sheriff looks up -- their eyes meet -- PUSH IN ON
Ellie --
CUT TO:
EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - NIGHT
Little cones of light illuminate the darkness as NEIGHBORS
search with their flashlights, calling:
NEIGHBORS:
Ellie... Ellie...?
The sheriff stands in front of the house, shaking his head
as he talks to a MINISTER. VOICES continue to CALL.
We start to CRANE UP, HIGHER and HIGHER until we clear the
house -- REVEALING Ellie lying on the roof, staring up at
the stars. Her fingers grip the shingles...
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