Loving Page #2

Richard stands in front of a growing wall amongst several

OTHER MEN laying brick at a bustling job site.

BRICKLAYER:

Damn Richard. Slow down.

Richard smiles to himself. He finishes out his course of

bricks and quickly gathers his tools. Walking away...

RICHARD:

All right now.

BRICKLAYER:

Where you goin’?

Richard doesn’t answer. He moves toward a collection of cars

parked nearby.

6 EXT. UNCULTIVATED FIELD - LATE AFTERNOON 6

A light breeze moves through full summer leaves shading a

hillside. Grass bends in a low-lying field down below.

Richard’s feet move heel to toe, counting out a length.

Still in his work clothes, he pauses and stares out at the

field down below before finally turning to Mildred.

Time has passed since seeing her last. A growing belly shows

six months of her pregnancy. She watches him curiously.

RICHARD:

Do you like it?

MILDRED:

Like what?

5.

RICHARD:

Right here. This spot.

MILDRED:

You mean this field?

RICHARD:

Yeah.

MILDRED:

This field not a mile from my house

that I’ve been knowin’ all my life?

RICHARD:

Yeah.

She c*cks her head at him, puzzled by this.

MILDRED:

Yes. I like it.

Richard breaks away and faces the lower field again.

RICHARD:

I’d put the kitchen back here.

MILDRED:

Richard stop this. I don’t know

what you’re sayin’.

RICHARD:

I bought it. This whole acre. I’m

gonna build you a house right here.

Our house.

Mildred is speechless. Her eyes wander over the ground as if

seeing it for the first time. She barely notices Richard

move close, taking her hand.

Her eyes finally meet his. He looks serious.

RICHARD (CONT’D)

Mildred?

7 EXT. GROVE - EVENING 7

Feet rushing through tall grass, dodging in and out of limbs

and brambles.

Mildred, as best she can carrying the extra weight, darts

through a grove of trees.

6.

8 EXT. TOBACCO FIELD - EVENING 8

The tobacco field is vast, bordered on one side by a thicket

of trees and falling off to a horizon on the other.

The sun is quickly setting behind the field, but a DOZEN

PEOPLE, black and white, still toil there. They slouch over

the plants, weeding grass from between thick green leaves.

Mildred emerges from the thicket of trees, moving fast. She

rushes into the field weaving between rows.

Garnet barely straightens before Mildred has grabbed her by

the hand and pulls her away from her work.

GARNET:

What’s this now?

Garnet is led out of the field back into the trees.

9 EXT. GROVE - EVENING 9

Fireflies have begun to rise in the grove. Mildred is tucked

against a tree in the midst of a whisper to her sister.

MILDRED:

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