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THEY } } } } } P.GENERAL { } LI.GENERAL { } DIV.GENERAL { } P.SCENEHEADING { } LI.SCENEHEADING { } DIV.SCENEHEADING { } P.ACTION { } LI.ACTION { } DIV.ACTION { } P.CHARACTERNAME { } LI.CHARACTERNAME { } DIV.CHARACTERNAME { } P.PARENTHETICAL { } LI.PARENTHETICAL { } DIV.PARENTHETICAL { } P.DIALOG { } LI.DIALOG { } DIV.DIALOG { } P.TRANSITION { } LI.TRANSITION { } DIV.TRANSITION { } P.SHOT { } LI.SHOT { } DIV.SHOT { } } THEY FADE IN: INT. BEDROOM - DAY Tiny golden wheels and gears turning lazily upon metal rods. Mechanical pieces. Small and intricate. Glittering in the sunlight. REVEAL The gears are turning within an ANTIQUE DESK CLOCK sitting on a book shelf, a small pendulum swinging back and forth behind the glass housing. The room is barren except for a pair of open suitcases and a bed that's been stripped. Sitting on the mattress is ... JULIA LEVIN ... Smart and clever. Dressed in a graduation gown and staring out the window. She seems to be lost in thought, immobile, until the bedroom door swings open and ... CONNOR LEVIN, aged seventeen and wearing a suit and tie, steps inside. CONNOR Dad says we gotta get moving. We're late. JULIA I'm getting ready. CONNOR You're sitting on the bed. JULIA (dryly) Thanks for clearing that up. I'll be right down. He steps out. Julia takes a framed picture out of her suitcase -- a candid shot of herself standing with her MOTHER, forties, a healthy and vibrant woman. JULIA (cont'd) Sure do miss you. Above her, a CEILING FAN rotates.