The universe is deathless;
Is deathless because, having no finite self,
it stays infinite.
A sound man by not advancing himself stays the further ahead
of himself,
By not confining himself to himself,
sustains himself outside himself. FADE IN
INT. DARKENED BEDROOM - NIGHT
A spherical black monolith rises up from a white surface...
white like the moon.
In the darkness, the towers metal skin is barely visible.
We ROTATE AROUND, revealing the tower to actually be a LAMP --
not rising up from a surface, but hanging down from a white
ceiling. The bulb unlit.
Directly below the lamp is the very definition of innocence -
a sleeping child. Chest rising and falling with each breath.
We HOVER over the young boy...watching him. A blanket
emblazoned with dinosaurs is draped across his limbs. His
mouth is slack, eyelids twitching to dreams unseen.
The truly deep sleep that an adult can only wish for.
We move away from him, exploring the dark room. Strewn with
toys. The door is slightly ajar. We float through it into--
INT. CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS
--a long hallway. Even darker than the bedroom. And without
the boys rhythmic breathing, even quieter.
A window at the end of the hall enlarges as we approach.
Someone is standing in front of it.
The murky silhouette of the figure turns and walks away. We
follow it, tentative. Turning a corner, we see the figure.
Standing in a doorway.
Now we can make out the edges of the person. It is an old
woman. Hair in a Victorian bun. A corseted dress.
She stares at us.
WOMAN
Let me in.
CUT TO:
OPENING TITLES play out to the shrill screams of George
Crumb's 'Black Angels I: Night Of The Electric Insects'. INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
Eyes flick open.
A woman blinks awake, gazing around the room. Another
bedroom. Sparse. Just a bed and a cabinet. It is 5.43 AM.
Her eyes settle on the man lying next to her in the dark. His
heaving snores have woken her up.
She is RENAI (pronounced Renee) LAMBERT (36). With a quiet
determination she is holding on to her youthful good looks,
but the lines of age are creeping in.
She has settled into the 'comfort' years of a marriage: hair
pinned up messily, wearing dowdy pajamas.
She beholds her husband, taking him in. Considering him. He
snorts and smacks his lips. Very unflattering.
She climbs out of bed.
INT. LIVING ROOM, LAMBERT HOME - NIGHT
High ceilings. Exposed beams. Spanish style windows.
Renai treads across wooden floorboards into a sunken living
room. No matter careful she is, there is a loud creak with
each step. A GRANDFATHER CLOCK in the corner ticks steadily.
There is barely any furniture in here, only a BOOKCASE and a
PIANO. What there is a lot of...is boxes. Large moving boxes.
Renai plops cross-legged onto the floor and rips open one of
the boxes, marked BOOKS. She plucks out a handful of books
and lines them up on the bookshelf. Then another handful.
They are all self-help and self-improvement books. Titles
like 'Be The Better You' and 'Inch By Inch, It's A Cinch: A
Guide To Achieving Your Goals' pop out.
She spots a sealed box labelled PHOTO ALBUMS. She strips away
the tape and wrestles out a dusty album of wedding photos.
Smiling faces greet her as she thumbs through the pages. The
happy couple. Young. Glowing. Sadness washes over her.
VOICE (O.S.)
Mom?
She snaps out of it and turns to see DALTON LAMBERT (8). Her
son. He approaches her, rubbing his eyes. (It is not the boy
we saw in the opening scene.) RENAI
What are you doing up, kiddo?
DALTON
I don't like my room.
RENAI
You'll get used to it. It's only
your first night.
He climbs into her lap. She bites on his ear playfully.
RENAI (CONT'D)
Argh, I'm going to eat you.
DALTON
What are you looking at?
RENAI
Just some photos.
DALTON
What photos?
She hefts another album from the box, prying it open. A photo
of a grinning young girl greets them, hair in pigtails.
RENAI
Do you know who that is?
DALTON
No.
RENAI
That's me.
DALTON
It doesn't look like you.
RENAI
I know. I'm so happy there. But
it's me. When I was your age. I was
a kid once too, you know.
DALTON
No, you weren't.
Renai bursts out laughing. She is famous for her big laugh.
RENAI
Thanks. Maybe you're right...I don't
remember being this person at all.
I hope she smiled like that all the
time, whoever she was. She sizes up her son. The living embodiment of the photo.
RENAI (CONT'D)
This is a terrible thing to admit,
Dalton, but sometimes I get jealous of
you. That you're so young. That you
haven't made any of your decisions yet.
DALTON
I don't wanna grow old.
RENAI
Well, it starts happening to us
from the moment we're born.
She points to the hands on the grandfather clock.
RENAI (CONT'D)
Every time that clock ticks, we all
get a little bit older.
She turns the page in the photo album, seeing an old man.
RENAI (CONT'D)
That's your grandpa. You wouldn't
remember him.
DALTON
He smells like smoke.
RENAI
Yeah...good memory. He did smoke
that god awful pipe, didn't he?
DALTON
Show me a picture of dad when he
was a little kid.
RENAI
I don't even know if we have any.
He's hopeless with keeping photos.
DALTON
Show me a picture of me when I was
a little kid.
RENAI
Your pictures are all in the computer.
Nobody keeps photo albums like this
anymore, they're ancient relics. They
should. I like being able to touch
something, instead of it floating
around in cyber world. If the laptop
breaks, your whole existence is erased. DALTON
What was I like when I was a little kid?
RENAI
You are a little kid.
She kisses him on the forehead and stares into his eyes.
RENAI (CONT'D)
If only you knew what I know.
We hear a baby crying off screen.
RENAI (CONT'D)
You certainly didn't cry as much as
your little sister does. Come on.
INT. KITCHEN, LAMBERT HOME - MORNING
Chaos.
Boxes of dinnerware have not been unpacked yet and it is
turning the usual morning routine into a nightmare.
Renai is on the phone as her kids buzz around a kitchen island
at top speed, creating a high-energy, manic pace in the room.
RENAI
(into phone)
Billing department.
Her son FOSTER (6), tugs on her leg, holding a box of cereal.
FOSTER
I need a bowl, mom.
Renai rips open a box, rifling through newspaper, phone
wedged against her shoulder. She holds out a cup, flustered.
RENAI
Billing department.
FOSTER
It's too small.
RENAI
Make it work.
(into phone)
Speak to an agent. Speak to an
agent. Speak to an agent.
Foster slumps on the floor, pouring cereal and overflowing milk
into the cup. A baby girl in a high chair, CALI (2), squeals. INT. BATHROOM, LAMBERT HOME - MORNING
JOSH LAMBERT (37) gapes into the mirror, face covered in
soap.
He washes it off. Now he's awake we see that he is a handsome,
clean-cut guy - a former high school nerd who got revenge by
growing into his body.
He sorts through a box labelled JOSH'S BATHROOM STUFF.
He takes out two bottles - TONER and MOISTURIZER. He dabs the
toner on, then smooths the moisturizer into his forehead and
around his eyes.
He suddenly notices a grey hair. Looks mortified.
JOSH
(Michael Corleone voice)
Every time I think I've pulled you
out...you grow back in.
He plucks it out, wincing melodramatically.
JOSH (CONT'D)
Ouch!
INT. KITCHEN, LAMBERT HOME - MORNING
Josh strides in, tie hanging open around his neck. Renai is
still on the phone. Josh points to his tie.
RENAI
Well, I'd like to keep the old
number if I could.
(to Josh)
You really need to learn how to do
this, honey.
She threads the tie into a knot for him.
JOSH
(to Foster)
Don't eat on the floor, buddy.
Foster stays where he is, slurping cereal from the cup.
Dalton is playing a handheld videogame. Intensely focused.
RENAI
(into phone)
Okay, well, please let me know by
the end of today, I have to give
the number out. Thank you. She hangs up, pissed.
RENAI (CONT'D)
Foster, get up. Now.
Foster frowns and obeys.
JOSH
(to Renai)
How come you were up so early? Was
Cali crying?
RENAI
You woke me up.
JOSH
What do you mean?
RENAI
You were snoring.
JOSH
No I wasn't.
RENAI
Yes you were.
JOSH
I don't snore.
RENAI
Yes you do.
JOSH
My father snored. I do not snore.
RENAI
How would you know what you do?
You're asleep.
Renai marches out of the room. Dalton's game unit beeps
loudly and he pumps his fist.
DALTON
Yes! I made it to the last level!
Invisiworld!
Ever amiable, Josh high five's his son.
JOSH
Good one, champ.
(beat)
I don't snore, do I? INT. LIVING ROOM, LAMBERT HOME - CONTINUOUS
Renai sees that all the books she unpacked earlier are now
scattered across the floor of the living room.
RENAI
Where are my bleeping pills?
INT. KITCHEN, LAMBERT HOME - CONTINUOUS
Renai charges in. Josh snatches an apple out of a fruit bowl,
biting into it. He quickly gags and spits it out into the sink.
JOSH
What the heck is this? Wax?!
RENAI
Yes.
JOSH
Let me get this straight - we have
no actual fruit but we have wax
fruit?
RENAI
Yes.
JOSH
That is dangerous. It could kill
one of our kids.
RENAI
Where are my pills, Josh?
JOSH
Probably where you left them,
Renai.
She finds them on the counter, snatching them up.
JOSH (CONT'D)
See.
RENAI
That's not where I left them.
DALTON
Mom, I need my lunch.
RENAI
Oh, geez. Look, just...take last
night's dinner.....