by Lance K.R. Kawas
by Lance K.R. Kawas
Property of KQ Motion Pictures
Copyright(c) 2007 by Lance Kawas. No part of this work including title may be copied, used or reproduced without the written permission from author.
EXT. ROOM – DAY
The smooth brush-strokes of a PAINT BRUSH leaves a brilliant
river of colors…Then another brush-stroke with a different
color and so on. We pull up on the hand to see a WOMAN.
Pretty. Young…Sitting behind her looking with intrigue is…
JANE, a 16 year old girl. Innocent. Warm as summer. The Woman
is done with her painting. She sits next to Jane. They watch
her creation as she lights up a CIGARETTE and hands it to
Jane. The Woman lights up one for herself.
They lean back their heads in sequence and exhale smoke…We
close on the Woman’s creation. It is a RAINBOW…
Their laughter echoes and continues as we CUT TO:
The bright MOON illuminates the darkness of the night
as…Snow is FALLING, inspiring awe at the…
Limitless scope of nature…exquisite, silent, hypnotic…
SUPER THE LEGEND: TWO YEARS LATER
EXT. STATE YOUTH HOUSE – NIGHT
An old building in the middle of nowhere…
We pull up on the sign, it reads:
STATE YOUTH HOUSE
INT. STATE YOUTH HOUSE – NIGHT
A dimly lit hallway leading to many doors on both
sides…There is an eerie silence…The wind WHISTLES from
At the end of the hallway…A large closed door. On it is a
sign that reads:
THROUGH THE DOOR, we enter to…
INT. STATE YOUTH HOUSE – PSYCHIATRIC UNIT – NIGHT
A dozen BUNK BEDS with YOUTHS quietly sleeping. To the corner
of the room is a CAGED WINDOW.
There are MINIATURE FIGURES on the window sill all lined up
as soldiers, looking outside. The Hulk, Spider-man, Batman,
Superman, however, leading the pack is the figure of an
ordinary man wearing a LONG OVERCOAT. Unlike the others, this
action figure is not from a toy store. It is home-made,
created by Jane. On the walls are several drawn pictures of
The frosty window is above an ancient steam radiator. A HISS
of steam escapes as we pull up to the top bunk bed leading us
Eighteen year old JANE. Her eyes are wide open: motionless
and with no expression. She is covered in a white sheet up to
his shoulders. There is a sense of urgency about her. She
does not want to be here. Her hand reaches under the bed
leading to a small HOLE inside the mattress. She pulls out a
POUCH and opens it. There are several TWENTY DOLLAR BILLS and
a PICTURE of her mother (The Woman from the opening scene).
She looks at it longingly. She quickly places the pouch back
into it’s secret place.
I miss you.
Jane stares at us, closes her eyes and sleeps.
INT. STATE YOUTH HOUSE – DAY
Jane sits alone in an office. It is full of shelves with
books. A desk full of files. Messy. Across from her is an old
INSERT – 2:03PM
Next to the clock is a nicely framed college DEGREE. It reads:
YALE – SCHOOL OF PSYCHIATRY – Dr. Edward Gross. 1970
A fifty year old male enters the room. His tweed coat is from
the seventies. In fact he is still in the seventies. Doctor
EDWARD GROSS wears a gray beard and is portly. There is a
quickness about his eyes, a tendency to sharpness of manner
that he works carefully against.
Dr. Gross sits behind his desk. He thumbs through the stack
of folders until he finds the right one. He pulls it open and
arms himself with an old college pen. Initially one can say
there’s sexual tension between them as Dr. Gross looks at her
low revealing shirt.
Cover yourself properly Jane.
Jane slowly does so as she lifts her eyes to him. She also
has no idea that her shirt revealed her cleavage. She even
sits up straight and fixes her skirt.
So, what’re we going to cover
You are late again.
You’re always three minutes and
twenty eight seconds late Dr.
Edward looks at the time.
That’s one of the qualities I like
about you. You have developed
perceptiveness here Jane.
It’s not perceptiveness Ed.
Okay. What then?
Meticulous. You should know about
that. But I doubt that’s what you
write in your report. I’ve been
seeing you for 2 years and I’m
still in this shit hole of a
place. Like you, I meticulously
analyze. But it’s obvious your
reports on my progress are
negative. From my point of view,
my progress is inconsequential.
Meticulous, inconsequential? Nice
to know the library here has been
put to good use.
I don’t know how you do it.
Working in this place…Anyway, I
wouldn’t be late again if I were
One day you may come in here for
one of our regular meetings and
find an empty seat. Being three
minutes and twenty eight seconds
late may catch up with you.
You will just vanish?
No. No one can just vanish Dr.
Gross. You may one day reach
inside that human spirit of yours
and release me.
No one can be released until the
age of 21. Time is passing let’s
The piss that you take before
seeing me can hold for the thirty
minutes that you and this State
Edward writes as Jane smiles.
God do I need a smoke. Can you
light me up a cigarette?
You know the rules. No smoking in
Can’t wait to take in that first
drag. I can just, taste it.
I didn’t know you smoked.
I did all the time with my mom.
Especially when she painted. She
was a great artist. After
finishing a piece, we’d sit back,
light up, and enjoy her work. Just
staring at the colors and the view.
Oh yeah? What did she paint?
Rainbows. She always said if I
follow the rainbow I’ll find my
Let’s not digress Jane. Choose a
topic today that’s not related to
your late mom.
How about my miracle.
Miracles seldom happen if at all.
And you can’t find them if you
follow the rainbow.
You’re such a pessimist Dr. Gross.
Edward cracks a smile.
I am a realist. Trust me I know.
I would know Jane.
Just like you Ed, I need a miracle.
Edward picks up his pen only to put it back down.
What would make you think I need
Over the 2 years I’ve known you,
I’ve asked myself this question:
why would a Yale graduate as
yourself work in this hell hole of
Flashcuts of Ed going in and out of his house at different
seasons. Also of Ed eating alone in the house.
Why would a man walk out of his
house at six in the morning only
to return at nine in the evening
each day, seven days a week for
more than twenty years? A single
man who does not date, who does
not have friends, missing out on
a wife and children for that long
tells me something Ed. Hell,
you’re oblivious to me…You Dr.
Gross, you’re like me. Looking for
Edward is contemplating the truth. His eyes deceive him.
Did you finish the piece you were
working on, the miniature super
He’s no super hero.
Why is he like that? So human…
WE CUT TO:
The miniature figure on the window sill by Jane’s bed. We don
not see what the face looks like, yet.
DR. GROSS (O.S.)
He’s someone close to you?
DR. GROSS (O.S.)
Is he going to help you find your
WE CUT BACK TO:
Jane is looking sad as she stares into oblivion. Edward
writes away his report…
Jane snaps out of it and focuses.
How will he help you?
Jane looks up at the time.
INSERT – 2:30PM
Edward knows time is up. Jane gets up and walks to the door
He’s not your father is he?
(At the door)
No. He’s closer to me than you
Edward contemplates and writes. On the report we see:
There are other reports with previous dates on them. They all
have the same three words written. Page after page, we see:
DEPRESSED, DISILLUSIONED, PARANOID.
Out of all the kids here, why do
you see me the most?
You constantly surprise me. You
have often, made me wonder.
The males in this shit hole desire
me you know. Even the females. Do
you not desire me Dr. Gross?
That long look between Doctor and patient that can go either
way. Who would not desire Jane. But Dr. Gross has hidden
secrets that makes him oblivious to human nature.
Would there be anything else Jane
that I can help you with?
This is exactly why I know.
I want you to know that the human
spirit can do miracles.
You are talking about miracles
I think you are running away from
your home…Here with kids you
free yourself from it. The madness
of it all makes sense to you. I
guess your miracle is utter
patience. Yes, your miracle is
absolute patience. But you don’t
see that Ed. You never have. I
want you to know you have that
A pause. Edward stares with fixed intensity at Jane.
My life was stolen from me. I want
to find who killed my mom. The
guide will help me find the
Even if you were to find the one
who killed your mom, what would
you do to him? What would you say?
I will hold his hands firmly, look
into his eyes and, thank him.
Jane walks to Dr. Gross and takes her hands into his. She
looks innocently into Dr. Gross’ eyes.
Yes, I will say ‘Thank you. Thank
you for taking away my mom. Thank
you for letting me grow without
comfort. Thank you for
For taking away everything I hold
dear in my heart. For the rest of
my life, I will not know what it
feels like to be precious. I never
wanted to be an adult at 16.’
Jane exits as we CU on Dr. Gross staring in troubled
contemplation. Something struck a cord.
Edward holds his pen. He looks at the reports. His pen gets
close to the paper to write, then stops. He pulls out a fresh
Report Sheet and begins to write as we pull back leaving him
INT. DR. EDWARD GROSS’ HOUSE – NIGHT
Edward enters his lower middle class home. The house is dimly
lit. There is no sign of life. This is a man who has pared
his life down to very little. He walks towards a room with
cupboards. He opens one cupboard to reveal shelves and
HOME I.V. UNITS.
We can now hear the faint sound of a Machine Operated
Breathing Devise. He stops as he tries to reach for an I.V.
He nods. The person is still breathing. He picks up the unit
and turns to see…
An OLD WOMAN laying on a bed. Like a hospital room, this room
is the living quarters for this woman. She breaths with the
help of the Machine.
The Old Woman is filled with TUBES in her nose, mouth, and
one to release body fluids. She is a vegetable.
Edward looks at her tolerantly, the long-suffering look of a
nurse to a patient. He proceeds to change her I.V. Taking the
near empty one off and throwing it into a bin. The bin has
MANY EMPTY I.VS in it. Then he changes a PAN on the floor
below the bed. This is a daily thing. He changes her sleeping
position and stands above her.
He kisses her on the forehead.
See you in the morning mom.
He walks away to his bedroom. A look of sadness is plastered
on his face. He sits on the edge of his bed, lowers his head,
and breaks down, sobbing endlessly as we pull back slowly…
INT. STATE YOUTH HOUSE – DAY
Jane is looking out of her window sill. An obscure figure
moves into frame behind him. She is a NURSE.
This is so sudden Jane.
Jane smiles sadly as she faces the camera.
— Jane is packing her superheroes away.
— Jane’s bunk bed is bare with no sheets.
— Jane is carrying a suitcase down the hallway. Other
kids look on, wishing. Some waving.
— Jane passes by Edward’s office. On the door we see: Dr.
Edward Gross. The door is closed.
END SLOW MOTION
EXT. STATE YOUTH HOUSE – DAY
Jane is about to enter a TAXI CAB. The driver is placing
Jane’s suitcase in the trunk. Most of the kids are LOOKING
OUT from their windows. Jane looks up toward Edward’s office
window. She sees Edward looking at her. Jane pulls out the
miniature figure – The Guardian Angel/guide – and raises it
high above her head so Edward can see it. Edward nods as he
swallows his emotions. Jane nods back. Jane enters the taxi
and it drives off. The kids CHEER Jane on like a
celebrity…Some chase the cab till it disappears…Jane
keeps looking back toward Dr. Gross.
INT. STATE YOUTH HOUSE – DAY
Edward is sitting behind his desk holding a report sheet. He
looks up at the time. It is exactly 2:00PM
He looks at the seat in front of him. It is empty. Jane would
be sitting there. Edward picks up a LARGE STAMP. He presses
it on a red INK SLAB. He raises the stamp as he places the
report on his desk and then SLAMS the stamp down. He raises
the stamp to show us:
DR. GROSS (O.S.)
For your sake and mine, find your
INT. BUS – LIGHT RAINY DAY
Jane enters the bus to see a DRIVER wearing a LONG COAT. It
resembles the coat on her miniature hero. Jane contemplates
this and sits at the very end of the bus. Next to her is a
WOMAN rolling a CIGARETTE. The woman can tell Jane wants to
Imitating what the woman did, Jane licks the paper and rolls
it into a pretty good cigarette. Maybe a little too fat. The
woman hands her a Zippo lighter. She triumphantly brings the
flame to her fat smoke, lighting it up, then loudly snapping
the Zippo shut.
Lost someone too?
Well you’re in the right bus.
They both stare ahead of them. Something catches their
Jane brings up her cigarette to her lips. She takes a LONG
cool drag. I have been waiting for this! The woman smiles and
nods. In sequence, Jane and the woman inhale smoke, lean back
their heads and exhale…
EXT. BUS – LIGHT RAINY DAY
On the front of the bus the sign reads:
The bus drives toward a rainbow in the distance…
A LANCE K.R. KAWAS FILM