INT. BEDROOM - DAY
Tiny golden wheels and gears turning lazily upon metal rods. Mechanical pieces.
Small and intricate. Glittering in the sunlight.
The gears are turning within an ANTIQUE DESK CLOCK sitting on a book shelf, a small
pendulum swinging back and forth behind the glass housing.
The room is barren except for a pair of open suitcases and a bed that's been
stripped. Sitting on the mattress is ...
JULIA LEVIN ...
Smart and clever. Dressed in a graduation gown and staring out the window. She seems
to be lost in thought, immobile, until the bedroom door swings open and ...
CONNOR LEVIN, aged seventeen and wearing a suit and tie, steps inside.
Dad says we gotta get moving. We're late.
I'm getting ready.
You're sitting on the bed.
Thanks for clearing that up. I'll be right down.
He steps out.
Julia takes a framed picture out of her suitcase -- a candid shot of herself standing
with her MOTHER, forties, a healthy and vibrant woman.
Sure do miss you.
Above her, a CEILING FAN rotates. Creating a soft HUMMING.
EXT. WESTWOOD - APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY
Julia walks out of the building where her father, GUY LEVIN, an older man with a kind
face, waits. Connor is checking his reflection in the car window, adjusting his
tie, fussing with his hair.
All set. I packed up everything.
Oh, except Mom's clock -- I think there's something wrong with it.
It's not telling the right time.
I'll get it fixed. Probably just needs a few new parts.
Guy smiles at Julia for a moment. Very warmly.
You look just like your mother.
Julia is momentarily uncomfortable. But she recovers, smiles and kisses
her father on the cheek.
We'll be late.
EXT. UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA, LOS ANGELES - CAMPUS - DAY
Students dressed in graduation caps and gowns are gathered on the campus grounds.
Julia stands by herself, taking pictures with a professional Nikon camera. She
focuses the camera upon ...
TERRY ALBA, 22, beautiful and sexy. Very particular and demanding. She smiles
perfectly as Julia snaps the picture. But her boyfriend, SAM BURNSIDE, cute and
mischievous, sporting pink hair and loud clothes, makes a face.
Winding her film, Julia searches a moment, then smiles. Raising her camera lens, she
snaps a picture of ...
PAUL LOOMIS ...
Early twenties. Dark hair. Strapping and perfectly handsome. He wears a blue and gold
striped tie with his starched white shirt and graduation gown.
He kisses her. Passionate and gentle.
You packed up?
Ready to move in. I'll be storing some of the stuff you've already got.
Television. CD player. Microwave.
Julia smiles at him.
Med School doesn't start until August. At least not for the freshmen, so we've got
plenty of time to see Europe, take the car trip up north ...
I hope it won't be a drag.
There's a lot of stuff to move out of my mother's cabin.
Our friends will be there. It'll be fun.
I hope so.
Would it help if I massaged your breasts?
Because it would help me.
The students start forming into lines.
Hey, I saw your Mom and kid sister. Where's your Dad?
He's not coming.
But it's your graduation.
Paul shrugs again. A brief sting of hurt on his face.
Wasn't a good enough reason in High School either.
Paul looks away. Julia knows how painful this is and won't insult him
by trying to diminish it.