Bullit Starts A New Life
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EXT. L.A. STREET - BILLBOARD STREET - LATE AFTERNOON
Summer in Los Angeles. Tube tops, street performers, sunshine.
Bullit, hand healed, carries laundry. Looks up and sees a huge sign: “BACK IN NYC! JVC JAZZ FESTIVAL June 21-29”. We’re in the Lower East Side -- far, far away from UCLA...
INT. BULLIT’S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON
A new apartment. Bullit’s dad is already inside, sliding
groceries into the fridge when Bullit enters.
ALAN
Hey, buddy. You ready?
INT. BULLIT’S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON
Blinds closed, as Bullit and Alan sit and watch “North by Northwest” on TV. We PAN from a few college applications on a table, past the walls -- no decorations at all -- to Bullit and Alan seated.
We linger on Bullit’s face. There’s a sadness in his eyes. He looks tired, even after months, and resigned.
Alan laughs at a line in the movie. Glances over at his son, wants to see if he’s enjoying himself. Hands him some popcorn. A beat.
INT. BULLIT’S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - EVENING
Father and son stand by the doorway, Alan about to exit--
ALAN
“Dr. No” next week. Or whatever’s playing
on 86th...?
BULLIT
...I’d rather do it here.
ALAN
Ok. I stacked your pantry with Gushers.
Bullit manages a smile. A moment passes between them.
BULLIT Thanks, Dad...
Alan exits. Bullit hangs back. A moment...
Then, Bullit glances down at his phone. Scrolls to a specific number: “FUEGA”.
He looks at it. Thinking. Finger hovering over it... Then, too scared, he pulls back. Pockets the phone.
INT. SANDWICH SHOP - DAY
Bullit makes a ham sandwich, employee’s apron on. Hands it
silently to a CUSTOMER.
INT. ALAN’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Uncle Frank, Alan, and Edward sit on the couch watching a hockey game on TV. They laugh and cheer, as Bullit sits off to the side, also watching -- his mind far away.
