The Wise Kids Page #3

of God's gift to each other?

Yeah...

Yeah, sure!

Hey there.

Well, good mornin', sweet girl.

It's nice to see your pretty face.

- Hey, Cheryl.

- Hey.

She always says hello to me.

I know. I'm always

here to your left.

Tell me, Brea, how's your life?

Good!

Just waitin' on college

decisions and all that stuff.

You'll be leavin'

me soon, won't ya?

Oh, not for a few months.

And I'll be back, don't worry.

My favorite girl is

leaving me, Cheryl.

I like your dress, Brea.

Thanks.

Pretty dress, pretty girl.

OK, I gotta get up there and sing.

Love you.

- Bye, Cheryl.

- See ya, later, Brea.

(CONGREGATION SINGS)

(SINGING CONTINUES)

Hey there.

Hey.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I lost the words. Sorry.

Nobody noticed, trust me.

Hey, um...

Did you ever go through, like, a...

a doubting phase?

Oh, sure. Don't most people?

I don't think so.

Oh...

Well, yeah.

I mean... I've had my questions.

Did you get your answers?

I guess I just realized that God

is bigger than my questions.

You know?

But, um... what does that mean?

Don't think so much.

You're sure they didn't notice?

Positive.

Liar.

Hey...

Breathe.

Hey... Do it.

(DEEP INHALE, EXHALE)

Good.

Bye.

I really like Dylan and Erin.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I really do.

Oh, hi.

Hi.

You're early.

Yep.

(BOTH NERVOUSLY CHUCKLE)

Looks different in the dark.

Hmm... Yep.

Great, yes.

So when you see it, take her hand.

Let your hand know before

your voice does, OK?

Gorgeous.

Now look around to make sure

you're in the right place.

Yeah, kinda like that. Good.

- What's happened?

- Where is He?

Gimme that again.

Where is He?

Again.

Where is He?

Really ask it.

Where is He?

They've taken him.

Someone must have taken him.

But who?

Oh, my Son...

Why are you sad?

Why the tears?

Sorry. That's kind of...

I'm still being kind

of soldiery, aren't I?

That's OK. Take it again...

a little lighter.

OK...

Why are you sad?

Why the tears?

Because...

Because they've taken...

Yeah, I know the line. I'm sorry.

Because they've taken Him...

They've taken my Lord.

Good, and then Ryan.

Mother, Mary.

Good.

My Son.

Make that a whisper.

(WHISPERS) My Son.

Again.

My Son.

Again. Look at him.

Really look at him. Take a moment.

Take a moment before you do it again.

Let it sink in.

Really feel the breaking

of the silence.

My Son.

Jesus.

- Hey, buddy.

- Hey.

Uh, there's not that many

other opportunities...

Yeah.

(GROUP CHATTERING)

(MUSIC SLOWLY BUILDS)

(NO AUDIO)

(MUSIC SLOWLY FADES)

Oh, Brea, that was just wonderful!

Just wonderful!

I'm glad you liked it.

Great job, Brea.

Almost enough to make

a believer outta me.

The Lord is good, isn't He?

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