My Mother Dreams...

"MY MOTHER DREAMS THE SATAN'S DISCIPLES IN NEW YORK" FADE IN: EXT. SOUTH DAKOTAN FARM - DAY A lone farmhouse sits isolated against a prairie backdrop, silhouetted by a marbled dawn sky. INT. FARMHOUSE - DAY MARIAN PETERSON, a gray-haired woman in her late sixties, meticulously packs a suitcase.She picks up a small, framed PHOTO from a chest-of- drawers and holds it up to her. INSERT - PHOTO It's a picture of a man about Marian's age.He has a sweet natured smile on his face.Marian looks at it longingly, then packs it carefully in her suitcase between some sweaters and closes it up. EXT. FARMHOUSE - DAY A paint-chipped truck rounds the corner on a dirt road leading into the farm. Marian, waiting on the porch, ready to go, rises and waves. A FEW MOMENTS LATER - Marian's son, STEVE, dressed in jeans and flannel shirt, loads his mother's single piece of luggage into the bed of the truck, climbs back into the cab, where his mother is sitting, and drives off. DISSOLVE TO: EXT. THE SKY - DAY A JETLINER descending in the hot, cerulean sky. DISSOLVE TO: EXT. KENNEDY INTERNATIONAL - AFTERNOON Marian, looking a little forlorn and out of sorts, stands out by the taxi area with her suitcase on a tote, looking around for a cab, unsure what to do. CURBSIDE - A FEW MINUTES LATER MISCHA, a somewhat dissolute-looking Russian cabbie in his thirties, roughhouses Marian's single piece of luggage into the dirty, cluttered trunk of his cab. INT.