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INT. SULLIVAN HOUSE - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

The kitchen is empty. Breakfast dishes in the sink. Frank

flips on the RADIO. It plays out under the rest of the

MONTAGE as coverage of the oil truck crash blends into other

news stories.

A note on the refrigerator reads: 8:15. Hey, Bud. I'm off

to work. Johnny's at school. Elvis is fed. I luvs you.

Setting a grapefruit and a slice of toast on the table, Frank

glances at the Daily News. But his eyes are tired, he stares

off into space...letting go.

INT. SULLIVAN HOUSE - MASTER BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS

A radio in the bedroom is tuned to sports news. Frank soaks

in a hot bath. He looks like he might fall asleep - and

does.

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INT. SULLIVAN HOUSE - MASTER BEDROOM - AFTERNOON

CRASH! A SOFTBALL BLOWS through the window from the

BACKYARD, landing on the rug next to the bed. Frank bolts

awake, staring at the busted window.

He checks the clock. It is 5:15. He steps to the broken

window. SEVERAL SMALL BOYS scurry from the yard. Two

others, JOHNNY SULLIVAN and GORDO HERSCH, both 6, stand

frozen in place. Elvis tears in circles around them. All is

very quiet. Then, from somewhere beyond the bedroom door, we

HEAR The Beatles' BACK IN THE THE USSR...

INT. SULLIVAN HOUSE - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

JULIA SULLIVAN, 32, is rockin' out, chopping vegetables.

JULIA:

(singing to song)

...show me 'round the smokey mountains

way down south...

Adorable, sweet and strong. Strawberry blonde hair, sapphire

eyes, soft earthy vibe. A beauty.

Frank, wearing FDNY sweats, moves into the kitchen flipping

the softball from hand to hand. Julia turns to him and rolls

her eyes at the sight of the ball. Say no more.

FRANK:

Hey, bud.

JULIA:

Hey, bud.

Without breaking stride, he gives her a smack on the lips and

steps to the screen door to the back porch.

EXT. SULLIVAN HOUSE - BACKYARD - CONTINUOUS

Johnny stands nervously outside the door. Elvis sits at his

side. Gordo watches from the safety of his own porch next

door. Frank opens the screen door, casts a stern look down

at his son.

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