The Visit Page #3

(muffled greeting)

(sighs)

I can't believe

I'm doing this!

A Walmart sales associate's

gonna be on the world's

largest cruise ship!

I hate

you spoiled brats.

TOGETHER:

We hate you too.

(laughs)

We're looking

for visual tension.

Things that pull the frame,

things that force us to imagine

what is beyond the frame.

Record only

what is happening to you

as a participant,

and we'll discuss

what mise-en-scene is

tomorrow.

So, I'm, like,

co-director now?

"B" Camera Operator

will be your official title.

This is the first camera

that Mom found

in the damaged goods bin.

Just try to be formal,

as in classicism,

moments that are--

(groaning)

TYLER:

Hi, Pop Pop!

TYLER:

Hi, Pop Pop.

Pop Pop!

What's in the shed, Becca?

Okay.

I've decided to use

female pop singers' names

instead of cursing

from now on.

Why?

I think it would

sound better.

Like, if I stubbed my toe,

I'd say, "Ah, Shakira!"

(sighs)

You're strange.

(door opens)

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

W-We're great, Pop Pop.

I have not seen your nana

this happy in years.

(Becca chuckles)

Becca, T-Diamond Stylus,

we're old people.

Bedtime here

is 9:
30.

Yeah.

See you

in the morning.

9:
30?

9:
30.

Oh, my God.

(laughs)

9:
30. Okay.

This is gonna be fun.

No Wi-Fi

and 9:
30.

(groans)

(water running)

BECCA:

I want more cookies.

She was right about

the burnt walnuts.

So go get some.

Well, it's past 9:30.

I don't wanna wake them.

TYLER:

Just be quiet.

They're old. They--

They won't hear anything.

BECCA:

I've wanted to spend time

with you for so long, Nana.

TYLER:

Seriously, that--

that makes me wanna cry.

BECCA:

You can teach me all

of your cooking secrets.

Are you consciously aware

that that's my intention?

I hate sappy movies.

I find them torturous.

That smells so good, Nana.

I think

it looks good.

(chorus vocalizing)

I've decided to use

Mom's favorite

musical soundtrack.

It's so over the top.

It'll be her presence

in the documentary.

Counterpoint

to the quiet drama.

(dramatic orchestral)

This'll be

ironic scoring.

TYLER:

You're gonna be alone

your whole life, aren't you?

Like Miss Porter,

the gym teacher.

Oh, and, um--

(man rapping)

By the way,

how is this helpful?

Oh, snap!

That's a little candy

for the ladies.

I can't sleep.

I need Nana's cookies.

I'm gonna turn

a personal addiction into

a positive cinematic moment.

Mom, I'm retracing the steps

of how you might have

snuck out of your room

and stole Nana's cookies.

(shrieking,

groaning)

(groaning)

(gasps)

(vomiting continues)

Tyler?

(retching,

moaning continue)

Tyler, wake up.

T-Diamond.

Nana's sick.

(retching,

moaning continue)

- And that's the camera.

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