INT. FINE ARTS MUSEUM EXHIBITION - DUSK
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into Stacey's eyes. Only Chris looks back.
to do with that. But she doesn't like it.w_bat -Themother.doesn'tknow
My kid used to say, "What's the difference? You CHRIS
Smiles. ..ey~s outraged Chris turns to the mother's
thinking!! What in the world were you Stacey Jacobs! MRS. JACOBS (O.S.)
just goes up to the girl... finishing here. Chris The mother has heard her name, and shoots an imperious hand up, wait a minute, I'm The girl with the crayon looks up. She's the winner. Palms the crayon, self-consciously. ,0. And the lucky winner is... Jacobs! CHRIS
Noticing this, he grins... smile as he scans his file on the move. Every parent locks focus, please God, me next. a soft and decidedly likable eyes, of this maelstrom. Keen and loose against the tension
enhancing the mural. She has found a rear-view figure of a small nude boy, and is the stub of a yellow crayon is carefully ~nd ... an eight-year-old girl with serious eyes
PANNING to a MURAL, set close to the floor, children's height. Slightly surreal garden, reality. Keep fantastical everywhere. Vivid colors, somewhat ARTWORK, fanciful ...
the walls now, to feature... patience. PAN their at the edge of parents occupied. Toys in use, keeps a few youngsters something, the motion constant. In one comer, a CASTLE with clockwork moving figures 'whining CHILDREN. Infant to pre-teen, each with a parent or two, the racket is lit room, crammed with cozy sofas, ancient wing chairs, and coughing, sneezing, annlyW
(_j screen. Eight views of Stacy's brain. lit vertical display a brightly into it He pulls the MRI from its manila envelope. Slides
MRI. cat-scan and an a She's had
Ar.there, too. Swoops her up onto the table. Stares in her eyes, real close. have entered into an examining room. They deal. not a big it's But ..He nods, understands •
Head still hurt? CHRIS
a pediatrics officethis Like the waiting room; the examining room is lined with prints. Is
as the mother follows. corridor,
Too bad, he's mine. CHRIS
She looks up. Really?
Holds out his hand, she takes it. He leads her to an area where four very large rabbits
Sure you like rabbits. I can prove it. CHRIS
Who asked you? CHRIS
Stacey shakes her head.
You like rabbits? (to Stacey)
tedious work. it's schedule, but Well, I'm training all these kids to get sick on CHRIS
She's in no mood to fool around.
... okay, your choice on the shoes, no pressure. (O.S.) CHRIS
Christy, I've got a meltdown. ANNIE'
gallery. The paintings she passes are 19th century. lovely. She holds her cordless phone as she paces anxiously along the wall of the art cut short and soft, she is genuinely hair ANNIENIELSEN, 37, petite and sleek. Jet black .
* White dress, black shoes. No underwear.
than she can talk. Which is really an achievement. That's my wife. Let's see if you can do that longer CHRIS
phone. Chris nods, good, real good. Points to the flashing light on the cordless Stacy tries.
.. not fast, just regular. and out. in breathe And · your hands over your nose and mouth, like this. Cup ·· CHRIS
Just turns back to Stacy ... But he doesn't jump up.
Mrs. Nielsen on four. (O.S.) NURSE
And holds the look. Until she knows he will. The intercom BUZZ.
Well, we'll figure this out. CHRIS
voice ...
gentle Now he looks over. First time. But there's no impatience in his eyes. Gentle look,
anything. pediatricians because the other doctor couldn't find She doesn't need glasses, we're changing
No glasses, ever? More photos than a supermodel.