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00:00
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Fade from black into a
room in a home. CU of Woman in
FG, profile, doing something below frame.
A man in BG, absorbed in reading.
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(MUSIC INTRO)
(click here to play)
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00:07
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Woman looks up at man,
thoughtful ...
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Sometimes you say a look will cross my eye
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00:15
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While we're sitting close to touch and talking
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00:22
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. . . then back to task.
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Like my heart is saying, don't go it all the way
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00:30
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Cut to MS of woman, moving
away from task, camera follows her as she goes to bedroom closet, takes
out some clothing.
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Save that kind of feeling for another day
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00:38
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That kind of loving can make a traveler stay.
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00:46
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Cut to CU of woman in FG,
man still visible through door reading in BG. She stops and looks at man
quietly. He does not look up.
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Sometimes you say a look will cross my eye
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00:53
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While I sit alone and you are playing
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01:01
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Like my brain is saying, don't play that song today
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01:09
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As she turns away again,
he looks up at her soberly.
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Not while I'm trying to pack and get on my way
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01:16
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That kind of music can make a fiddler stay.
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01:24
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Cut to MLS of woman busy
gathering personal belongings and laying them out on bed, moving around
the apartment. Camera follows
her.
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I guess I could get up
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(May break this into
several shots.)
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And I would walk right out the door
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01:32
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She stops.
Camera zooms slowly to ECU of her face, looking off-screen and
down. She is near tears.
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And maybe I would forget you
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She moves on, out of
frame.
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Before I reach the highway.
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01:42
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Cut to MLS of man, POV
from bedroom door, still in chair with book.
His face is very troubled. Woman's
face comes slowly into frame in FG, looking at him.
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But sometimes a loving look comes across your eye
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01:50
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Cut to MCU of man’s
face, same or similar POV. He still does not look up from his book, but
pain shows in his face.
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You're the sweetest thing that's ever touched me
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01:57
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Cut to CU of man’s face.
He swallows.
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I'm wishing I had met you later on in my life
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02:04
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But damned if your arms around me don't feel nice
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02:12
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MS of woman taking a
suitcase from closet. She moves slowly.
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Maybe if it happens once it can happen twice.
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02:20
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Camera follows her as she
moves to bed.
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I guess I could get up
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Woman hefts the suitcase
onto the bed and opens it.
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And I would walk right out the door
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02:28
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She places clothing that
was lying on bed into suitcase.
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And maybe I would forget you
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Cut to ECU of suitcase
being closed and fastened. Deliberate, forceful (if clumsy) action.
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Before I reach the highway.
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02:37
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Cut to CU of man’s face
as he looks up.
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But sometimes a loving look comes across your eye
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02:45
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Tears appear in his eyes.
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You're the sweetest thing that's ever touched me
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02:53
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Cut to CU of woman’s
face, still in bedroom. Tears are in her eyes
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I'm wishing I had loved you later on in my life
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Cut to MCU of man. He
looks back down to his book.
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But damned if your arms around me don't feel nice
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03:08
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Cut to MS of woman. She
lifts the suitcase from the bed and carries it through the bedroom door.
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Maybe if it happens once it can happen twice.
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03:16
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Cut to MS of woman
reaching for front door knob. Man is visible in background, still reading.
Woman opens the door and goes through.
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Maybe if it happens once it can happen twice.
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03:24
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The door closes quietly
behind her.
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Maybe if it happens once it can happen twice.
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03:40
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(FADE TO BLACK)
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(FADE MUSIC OUT)
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