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On VIDEO: We're in an empty parking lot on a cold, gray day. Something is floating across from us... it's an empty, wrinkled, white PLASTIC BAG.
We follow it as the wind carries it in a circle around us, sometimes whipping it about violently, or, without warning, sending it soaring skyward, then letting it float gracefully down to the ground... Jane and Ricky sit on the bed, watching his WIDE-SCREEN TV.
RICKY
It was one of those days when it's
a minute away from snowing. And
there's this electricity in the
air, you can almost hear it, right?
And this bag was just... dancing
with me. Like a little kid begging
me to play with it. For fifteen
minutes.
That's the day I realized that
there was this entire life behind
things, and this incredibly
benevolent force that wanted me to
know there was no reason to be
afraid. Ever.
A beat.
RICKY (CONT'D)
Video's a poor excuse, I know. But
it helps me remember... I need to
remember...
Now Jane is watching him.
RICKY (CONT'D)
(distant)
Sometimes there's so much beauty in
the world I feel like I can't take
it... and my heart is going to cave
in.
After a moment, Jane takes his hand. Then she leans in and kisses him softly on the lips. His eyes scan hers, curious to see how she reacts to this...
JANE
(suddenly)
Oh my God. What time is it?