EXT. APPALACHIAN WILDERNESS - ESTABLISHING - DAWN
Trees blanket the rolling mountains. A lone CABIN dots the
INT. CABIN - SAME
CHARLIE NASY (42) and his son WILL (15) sleep in parallel
twin beds in the bare bones, one-room cabin.
As the sun peeks in a window, they simultaneously awaken.
Without a word, they roll onto the floor and do push ups in
perfect unison. Flawless form, machine-like. Their muscular
physiques ripple through their threadbare attire.
BIRDS, CRICKETS, and a ROOSTER provide the only noise.
No electricity. The only decor is hundreds of BOOKS, lining
the walls from floor to ceiling on homemade shelves.
EXT. CABIN - SAME
Wilderness. Total isolation.
A large SHED, an OUTHOUSE, a WATER TANK, and a CROP FIELD
flank the cabin. SOLAR PANELS cover the shed and outhouse -
not the cabin. In the rear, an apple orchard meets the woods.
A DIESEL PICKUP TRUCK is parked in the long, unpaved driveway
that snakes away to an indiscernible starting point.
INT. CABIN - MOMENTS LATER
Charlie and Will do pull ups from a rafter, again in unison --
finish a set -- hang in a resting position, but not for long:
They snap back into the exercise, eyes straight ahead.
EXT. POND - DAWN
Charlie and Will fish side by side in silence.
Charlie feels a bite. Inexpressive, he reels it in. The newly-
caught fish joins others in the bucket.
Will’s line grows taut. His face lights up momentarily, then
he adeptly reels in his catch.
EXT. CABIN - DAY
Charlie methodically chops wood. Will guts the fish on a
homemade table nearby.
EXT. APPLE ORCHARD - DAY
A WOODPECKER hammers high in a tree. Charlie and Will pick
apples below. Will admires the magnificent bird - only for a
moment - then back to work.
EXT. CABIN - DAY
A homemade punching bag - a potato sack filled with dirt -
hangs behind the cabin. Will watches as Charlie strikes it
with rapid, forceful punch combinations.
Charlie steps back. Will approaches the bag -- mimics
Charlie’s exact pattern of punches -- looks to Charlie for
approval or encouragement: no reaction.
Charlie replaces Will in front of the bag -- kicks the bag
with amazing force.
EXT. DRIVEWAY - DAY
Will loads the firewood onto the truck bed, already near-full
with apples, corn, mushrooms, berries, and squash.
Charlie fills a gas can with BIODIESEL fuel from an oil drum
near the shed -- pours it in the gas tank.
Father..? May I come to town with you?
Not this time, William. See to your
studies then prepare dinner.
Will eyes his feet.
Charlie continues to pack the truck.
EXT. TOWN MARKET - LATER THAT DAY
TEN VENDORS line a quaint town square. CUSTOMERS peruse the
offerings -- tinker away on their SMARTPHONES.
Charlie - looking completely out of his element in
contemporary society - keeps to himself, reading a book
behind his display of produce, fish, and firewood.
The other Vendors chat amongst themselves.
A customer, THERESA (40s), scans Charlie’s produce -- bags a
My husband and me, we just love
your produce. It’s perfection.
What’s your secret?
Catch ‘em yourself?
Delightful. I’ll take two.
Charlie packages the fish.
She hands him the cash.
Is it possible to buy direct from
the farm? Or do you have a website?
You could really make a killing if
word gets out.