INT. BASEMENT - EVENING
A NAKED LIGHTBULB SPARKS TO LIFE. It dangles from the ceiling of
LIGHT, QUICK FOOTSTEPS AS ANNA CROWE moves down the stairs.
Anna is the rare combination of beauty and innocence. She stands
in the chilly basement in an elegant summer dress that outlines
her slender body. Her gentle eyes move across the empty room and
come to rest on a rack of wine bottles covering one entire wall.
She walks to the bottles. Her fingertips slide over the labels.
She stops when she finds just the right one. A tiny smile as she
slides it out.
Anna turns to leave. Stops. She stares at the shadowy basement.
It's an unsettling place. She stands very still and watches her
breath form a TINY CLOUD IN THE COLD AIR. She's visibly
Anna Crowe moves for the staircase in a hurry. Each step faster
than the next. She climbs out of the basement in another burst
of LIGHT, QUICK FOOTSTEPS.
WE HEAR HER HIT THE LIGHT SWITCH.
THE LIGHTBULB DIES. DRIPPING BLACK DEVOURS THE ROOM.
INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING
Two place settings are arranged on the living room coffee table.
Take-out Chinese food sits half eaten on good china. An empty
bottle of red wine sits between boxes of Chinese food.
Anna arrives with the backup bottle and is now wearing a sweater.
She hands a collegiate rowing team sweatshirt to Malcolm.
It's getting cold.
MALCOLM CROWE sits on the floor at the coffee table, his vest and
tie on the sofa behind him. A jacket and an overcoat lay on a
brirfcase next to him.
Malcolm is in his thirties with thick, wavy hair and striking,
intelligent eyes that squint from years of intense study. His
charming, easy-going smile spreads across his face. He points.
That's one fine frame. A fine
frame it is.
Malcolm points to the HUGE FRAMED CERTIFICATE propped up on a
dining room chair. It's printed on aged parchment-type paper.
The frame is a polished mahogany.
He slips on the sweatshirt.
How much does a fine frame like
that cost, you think?
Anna hands the backup bottle over to Malcolm.
I've never told you... but you
sound a little like Dr. Seuss when
Malcolm uncorks the wine and starts pouring in the empty glass.
Anna, I'm serious. Serious I am,
Anna giggles. She's clearly buzzed herself. Malcolm doesn't get
it. Anna takes a few calming sips of her wine. Her attention
slowly moves to the framed certificate.
Mahogany. I'd say that cost at
least a couple hundred. Maybe
Three? We should hock it. Buy a
C.D. rack for the bedroom.
Do you know how important this is?
This is big time.
I'm going to read it for you,
Do I really sound like Dr. Seuss?
Anna ignores Malcolm and clears her throat. She leans forward
her seat and reads the certificate out loud as Malcolm tries to
In recognition for his outstanding
achievement in the field of child
psychology, his dedication to his
work, and his continuing efforts to
improve the quality of life for
countless children and their
families, the City of Philadelphia
proudly bestows upon its son Dr.
Malcolm Crowe... That's you...
the Mayor's Citation for
Beat. The power of the words sobers the two of them.
Wow. They called you their son.
We can keep it in the bathroom.
Anna turns to Malcolm. He smiles.
It's not real, Anna. Some
secretary wrote that up. Don't
tell me you thought it was real?