Only You

Only You  

                            Screenplay by Diane Drake                                                            
                                
SUPER: 1968

On a darkened living room, a huge summer moon spilling silver
through a window.

We move slowly across the mantelpiece where a pair of candles
glow, illuminating family photos.  Weddings two, maybe three
generations back -- brides in white, their young grooms at
their sides, frozen in time.  As we pan, we hear two VOICES
offscreen: a BOY'S and a GIRL'S.

                           GIRL'S VOICE (O.S.)
               Stop pushing it.  You're not
               supposed to force it.  You're
               supposed to just let it happen.

                           BOY'S VOICE (O.S.)
               I'm not pushing it, you're pushing
               it.

                           GIRL'S VOICE (O.S.)
               I am not.

Silence.  Until,

                           GIRL'S VOICE (O.S.)
               You're pushing it again.

An exasperated sigh.

                           BOY'S VOICE (O.S.)
               Well, hurry up.  My foot's falling
               asleep.

                           GIRL'S VOICE (O.S.)
               Mo-mmm.  Larry's pushing it.

Mom?

                           MOM (O.S.)
                     (from the next
                      room)
               Larry, don't push it.

And now, we finally pan over to discover two KIDS playing with
a Ouija board.  For future reference, the players are FAITH
(age eleven), and her brother LARRY (ten).

                           LARRY
               I'M NOT PUSHING IT.

                           FAITH
               Wait.  I have to write this down.

A groan out of him.  She grabs a piece of paper and starts
scrawling out a series of letters.

                           FAITH
               Grandma told me everybody has a
               soul mate.

                           FAITH
               But most people never find theirs,
               most people settle.  I'm never
               gonna settle.

She gazes up as the ripe summer moon slips behind a bank of
clouds.

                           FAITH
               This way I'll know the name of the
               man I'm supposed to wait for.

The arrow continues to move around the board, stopping on
various letters which she copies down.

                           LARRY
               Yeah, but, what if this guy lived
               a billion, trillion years ago?
               Like, what if he was a cave man,
               and now he's dead?

                           FAITH
               Don't be stupid, Larry.  If he's
               my destiny, then, obviously, he
               has to be alive.

Another letter.

                           LARRY
               Yeah, but, what if he doesn't live
               here?  Like, what if he's a
               cannibal in New Guinea or
               something?

                           FAITH
               If I live here, then he lives here.
               Fate wouldn't make a mistake like
               that.
                     (beat)
               And stop talking.  You're gonna
               ruin the spell.

Another pause.  Another letter.  Then...  Ever the devil's
advocate,

                           LARRY
                     (whispering)
               Yeah, but... but, Faith, what if
               he does live here, and one day you
               just walk past him on the street?
               I mean, you don't hear his name,
               you don't get a chance to introduce
               yourselves.  You practically bump
               straight into each other, but you
               never even know it?

Right in his face,

                           FAITH
               We'll KNOW.

                           LARRY
               Okaaaaayyyy.

The arrow comes slowly to a halt.  And she writes down the
final letter, as the moon again breaks through the clouds,
throwing a bright white beam of light directly onto the name
which reads:

                           FAITH (O.S.)
                     (a whisper)
               Damon Bradley.
                     (she looks up,
                      spellbound)
               He's the one.

Beat.

                           LARRY
               Goodie.  Can I ask about the Series
               now?

                                             CUT TO:

EXT. CARNIVAL - NIGHT

A screaming face.  Whirling lights.  A local carnival.  The
small-town traveling kind.

SUPER:  THREE YEARS LATER.

Up on the ferris wheel, a bunch of JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL BOYS
are distinguishing themselves by hurling water balloons down
at carnival-goers.  Among the participants is Faith's brother
Larry.

PULL DOWN from them to "MADAME DIVINA'S FORTUNE TELLING
BOOTH". "Know Your Fate".  Clustered in front of it are a
bunch of JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL GIRLS.