Weather Boy By Marion Chamolame

INT. CAR A girl with short brown hair presses her face up against the window of the passengers seat and watches the lines in the road fly by mechanically. Her face is strong and yet she is the effortless depiction of innocence. Luggage and miscellaneous bits fill the backseat and one may imagine the trunk as well is filled to a spilling point. The girls father is driving the car. Hes aged well enough to look gentle for he is in his late forties, the time in a mans life when lines and wrinkles are scarish and deep but he is, again, not scarred by time but the depiction of honesty and warmth. The landscape that passes them is rural, they are traveling on a long country road. The sun is low in the sky, right at eye-level, and so the sky is an orangish-pink. Everything is warm within this moment. The girl continues watching the landscape pass and the father watches the road before them. TARA Narrative: We always considered life to be our own. We are a nation of our own. We have all we need. CUTAWAY: THE FATHER We have a King. CUTAWAY: TARA We have a Princess. TWO-SHOT: BOTH TARA AND HER FATHER We have an army. Tara looks down at a photogrpah of her mother. A polaroid bent and creased. We have pain and anger. We cry sometimes. CUTAWAY: FATHER LOOKS AT TARA WITH THE PHOTOGRAPH AND SMILES AT HER CLOSE UP: TARA LOOKS UP. SMILES. We laugh though too. Tara reaches into the backseat and gets a book; The Adventures of Pinocchio. She opens the book then kisses her mothers picture and places it within the book, she shuts it and lays it on the dashboard in front of her. The shot becomes a CU of her face and she closes her eyes. Once dialog begins a montage of old home videos of the mother play. ... We lost mom to cancer last Thursday. She was buried on (MORE) (CONTINUED)

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TARA (contd) Saturday. Today is Monday and weve left our old lives behind. That was another time. This is now. The footage burns away and Taras eyes are still closed. The shot is blank. How may one prepare to lose everything so quickly. Maybe she got off easy. Maybe life is hell and heaven is up there but everyones to damn scared to go. Maybe shes happier now than she ever was. I could be wrong... I miss her. FATHER Tara, get up were here. Taras eyes open and we see their new home. A wide shot of Taras father getting out of the car while she lays pressed against the glass, still in a dream type state. Now a shot within the car as Tara wipes her face and makes an effort to wake