We’re underwater, watching a fat catfish swim along.
This is The Beast.
There are some fish that cannot be
caught. It’s not that they’re faster
or stronger than other fish. They’re
just touched by something extra.
Call it luck. Call it grace. One
such fish was The Beast.
The Beast’s journey takes it past a dangling fish hook, baited
with worms. Past a tempting lure, sparkling in the sun. Past
a swiping bear claw. The Beast isn’t worried.
By the time I was born, he was already
a legend. He’d taken more hundred-
dollar lures than any fish in Alabama.
Some said that fish was the ghost of
Henry Walls, a thief who’d drowned
in that river 60 years before. Others
claimed he was a lesser dinosaur,
left over from the Cretaceous period.
INT. WILL’S BEDROOM – NIGHT (1973)
WILL BLOOM, AGE 3, listens wide-eyed as his father EDWARD
BLOOM, 40’s and handsome, tells the story. In every gesture,
Edward is bigger than life, describing each detail with
I didn’t put any stock into such
speculation or superstition. All I
knew was I’d been trying to catch
that fish since I was a boy no bigger
And on the day you were born, that
was the day I finally caught him.
EXT. CAMPFIRE – NIGHT (1977)
A few years later, and Will sits with the other INDIAN GUIDES
as Edward continues telling the story to the tribe.
Now, I’d tried everything on it:
worms, lures, peanut butter, peanut
butter-and-cheese. But on that day I
had a revelation: if that fish was
the ghost of a thief, the usual bait
wasn’t going to work. I would have
to use something he truly desired.
Edward points to his wedding band, glinting in the firelight.
Edward slips his ring off.
While the other boys are rapt with attention, Will looks
bored. He’s heard this story before.
I tied my ring to the strongest line
they made — strong enough to hold
up a bridge, they said, if just for
a few minutes — and I cast upriver.
INT. BLOOM FRONT HALL – NIGHT (1987)
Edward is chatting up Will’s pretty DATE to the homecoming
dance. She is enjoying the story, but also the force of
Edward’s charisma. He’s hypnotizing.
The Beast jumped up and grabbed it
before the ring even hit the water.
And just as fast, he snapped clean
through that line.
WILL, now 17 with braces, is fuming and ready to leave. His
mother SANDRA — from whom he gets his good looks and
practicality — stands with him at the door.
You can see my predicament. My wedding
ring, the symbol of fidelity to my
wife, soon to be the mother of my
child, was now lost in the gut of an
ON WILL AND SANDRA
(low but insistent)
Make him stop.
His mother pats him sympathetically, then adjusts his tie.
What did you do?
I followed that fish up-river and
down-river for three days and three
nights, until I finally had him boxed
Will regards his father with exasperated contempt.
With these two hands, I reached in
and snatched that fish out of the
river. I looked him straight in the
eye. And I made a remarkable
INT. TINY PARIS RESTAURANT (LA RUE 14°) – NIGHT (1998)
WILL, now 28, sits with his gorgeous bride JOSEPHINE. This
is their wedding reception, crowded with their friends and
family. They should be joyful, but Will is furious.
Edward has the floor, ostensibly for a toast. The room is
cozy and drunk.
This fish, the Beast. The whole time
we were calling it a him, when in
fact it was a her. It was fat with
eggs, and was going to lay them any
Over near the doorway, we spot Sandra, just returned from
the restrooms. She looks gorgeous. She couldn’t be any happier
if this were her own wedding.
Now, I was in a situation. I could
gut that fish and get my ring back,
but doing so I would be killing the
smartest catfish in the Ashton River,
soon to be mother of a hundred others.
Will can’t take any more. Josephine tries to hold him back,
but he gets up and leaves. Edward doesn’t even notice.
Did I want to deprive my soon-to-be-
born son the chance to catch a fish
like this of his own? This lady fish
and I, well, we had the same destiny.
As he leaves, Will mutters in perfect unison with his father —
EDWARD AND WILL
We were part of the same equation.
Will reaches the door, where his mother intercepts him.
Honey, it’s still your night.
Will can’t articulate his anger. He just leaves.
Now, you may well ask, since this
lady fish wasn’t the ghost of a thief,
why did it strike so quick on gold
when nothing else would attract it?
(closer; he holds up
That was the lesson I learned that
day, the day my son was born.
He focuses his words on Sandra. This story is — and has
always been — about her more than anyone.
Sometimes, the only way to catch an
uncatchable woman is to offer her a
A LAUGH from the crowd.
Edward motions for Sandra to get up here with him. As she
crosses, we can see that thirty years of marriage has not
lessened their affection for each other.
As they kiss, Edward tweaks her chin a special little way.
The crowd APPLAUDS.
Edward toasts the happy couple. Josephine covers well for
her absent husband, a smile as warm as summer.
Edward downs his champagne in a gulp.
EXT. OUTSIDE LA RUE 14° – NIGHT
We come into the middle of an argument on the sidewalk.
Occasional PASSERSBY take notice, especially as it gets more
heated. Both men are a little drunk.
What, a father’s not allowed to talk
about his son?
I am a footnote in that story. I am
the context for your great adventure.
Which never happened! Incidentally!
You were selling novelty products in
Wichita the day I was born.
(shaking his head)
Friend of yours? Did you help him
out of a bind?
Come on, Will. Everyone likes that
No Dad, they don’t. I do not like
the story. Not anymore, not after a
thousand times. I know all the
punchlines, Dad. I can tell them as
well as you can.
For one night, one night in your
entire life, the universe does not
revolve around Edward Bloom. It
revolves around me and my wife. How
can you not understand that?
A long beat, then…
Sorry to embarrass you.
Will won’t let him get the last word.
You’re embarrassing yourself, Dad.
You just don’t see it.
ANGLE ON Edward. Fine. A hand to wave, enough of you.
He walks away.
ANGLE ON Will, still fuming with righteous anger. It’s then
we FREEZE FRAME.
After that night, I didn’t speak to
my father again for three years.
INT. A.P. NEWSROOM (PARIS) – DAY
A typically busy day. On hold with the phone cradled under
an ear, Will sorts through a bundle of mail dropped on his
WILL (ON PHONE)
William Bloom with the Associated
Press if I could just…
He’s put back on hold. Returning to the mail, he finds a
hand-addressed envelope. Rips it open.
We communicated indirectly I guess.
In her letters and Christmas cards,
my mother would write for both of
INT. BLOOM HOUSE KITCHEN – DAY
At the table, Sandra talks on the phone while Edward fixes a
When I’d call, Mom would say that
Dad was out driving. Or swimming in
Edward takes a seat, starting to eat his sandwich.
True to form, we never talked about
our not talking.
INT. BLOOM HOUSE MASTER BEDROOM – NIGHT
Sandra stands by the window, watching as…
EXT. BLOOM BACK YARD – NIGHT [CONTINUOUS]
Edward swims laps in the family pool. He’s born to the water.
The truth is, I didn’t see anything
of myself in my father, and I don’t
think he saw anything of himself in
me. We were like strangers who knew
each other very well.
EXT. RIVER – DAY
Edward stares intently into the water, a lion in wait.
In telling the story of my father’s
life, it’s impossible to separate
the fact from the fiction, the man
from the myth. The best I can do is
to tell it the way he told me.
We LOOK DOWN at the river, where Edward’s reflection is caught
in the dark water. As the water ripples past, something
Sure enough, as we LOOK UP again, it’s a younger EDWARD BLOOM,
20’s, staring into the water. He’s not just handsome, not
just charming. It’s as if all the forces of the natural world
had conspired to create him.
It doesn’t always make sense, and
most of it never happened.
Suddenly, this Edward thrusts both hands into the water,
grabbing hold of
He brings the catfish up to his face. Looks it right in the
eye. A beat, then the Beast spits out Edward’s gold ring.
But that’s what kind of story this
Smiling, Edward takes the ring, then throws the Beast back
into the water with a splash.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – DAY
Young Dr. Bennett stands between the Wife’s legs. She’s
flustered and sweating, but the doctor has a comforting
YOUNG DR. BENNETT
Now, Mrs. Bloom, I’ll need you to
give me one good push. On three.
Suddenly, we hear a POP as a slimy mass of human being rockets
into the doctor’s unprepared hands. Bennett tries to hold
tight, but the infant is slippery like a fish. It shoots up
The NURSES and the Husband try to grab the baby, but no one
can hold it. As the newborn sails upward TOWARDS CAMERA, we
can see a GIGGLING SMILE on its face.
As it falls, the newborn knocks over a tray, which provides
it a ramp to slide right out of the room. Everyone races
INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY – DAY
Bursting through the doors —
YOUNG DR. BENNETT
Grab that baby!
A NURSE finally scoops up the slippery baby. Everyone lets
out a collective sigh of relief.
My father’s birth would set the pace
for his unlikely life. No longer
than most men’s, but larger. And as
strange as his stories got, the
endings were always the most
surprising of all.
INT. HALF-DARK PARIS APARTMENT – (PRESENT) DAY
Over the sound of rain, a phone RINGS on a chair. By the
tone of the ring, we know we’re not in the U.S. — it has
that insistent European sound.
As it keeps RINGING, we look to see the apartment is mostly
empty, just a few half-unpacked boxes. A cradle is still in
KEYS in the lock. LAUGHTER in the hallway. The door swings
open to reveal a drenched Will (29) carrying four sacks of
groceries, the bottoms collapsing from the rain. His wife
Josephine (28) pushes past him to get the phone.
Will begins stripping out of his wet clothes, each layer
unleashing a new drizzle. He plays it up, trying to get a
reaction out of Josephine.
Yes, he’s here.
She hands the phone to Will, concerned.
It’s your mother.
Half-stripped, Will takes the phone. This won’t be good news.
Hi. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
As Josephine takes off her rain coat, we see she is very,
very pregnant. She listens carefully to Will’s side of the
conversation, trying to gauge how bad the news is.
What does Dr. Bennett say? Okay. No,
sure, let me talk to him. I’ll wait.
He covers the mouthpiece. Looks over to Josephine.
It’s more than they thought. They’re
going to stop chemo.
You need to go.
I’m going with you.
You don’t have to.
(a simple fact)
I’m going with you.
INT. AIR FRANCE 747 – NIGHT
As the plane continues boarding, a STEWARDESS recites the
welcome spiel in French. Will has a window seat in coach.
Josephine sits beside him, putting on hand lotion.
Taking his hands, she rubs the excess into him. There’s an
effortless intimacy between them. She can pinpoint what he’s
feeling before he can.
INT. 747 / FLYING – NIGHT
Hours later, and the lights are dimmed. Most of the PASSENGERS
are asleep, including Josephine. Her head is propped against
Will’s shoulder, her hands tucked under her belly.
Will watches her sleep, brushing back her hair. A beat, then
he notices a BORED BOY in the next row over.
Off the glow of the reading light, the boy is using his hands
to cast shadows on the seat back. The kid is pretty good,
making a convincing bird, a passable monkey, and finally a
We PUSH IN on the silhouettes.
EDWARD (O.S., PRELAP)
So which one’s it gonna be? The Monkey
in the Barn, the Dog in the Road?
Focusing on the final shadow, we…
MATCH CUT TO:
INT. BLOOM HOUSE – NIGHT
…come to find Edward making the shapes.
Will (6) sits in his pajamas on the floor next to him. The
endtable lamp lies between them, its shade off to cast big
shadows on the wall.
The one about the witch.
Your mom says I can’t tell you that
one anymore. You get nightmares.
I’m not scared.
Edward looks around for a beat, seeing if his wife is in
earshot. He then leans in, complicitous.
Neither was I. At first.
Will smiles, excited to hear the forbidden story.
This all happened in the swamp outside
of Ashton. Kids weren’t supposed to
go out in the swamp, on account of
the snakes and spiders and quicksand
that would swallow you up before you
could even scream. But there were
five of us out there that night: Me,
Ruthie, Wilbur Freely, and the Price
Brothers, Don and Zacky.
Edward holds up his hand, counting the names on his fingers.
Not a one of us knew what was in
As his hand moves past the light, we
A flashlight SWEEPS past. We are…
EXT. FIELD AT THE SWAMP EDGE – NIGHT
The night is WHIRRING and BREATHING, alive. The moon hangs
low, casting long shadows.
Five kids walk past in silhouette. Four have flashlights on.
The fifth keeps tripping, crashing into YOUNG EDWARD (10).
Zacky, turn your flashlight on!
I don’t got any batteries!
Red-headed ZACKY PRICE is 10. His brother DON PRICE is 12,
and a lot bigger than the others.
Then why’d you bring it?
I don’t want to be in the swamp with
a witch and no flashlight.
WILBUR FREELY, also 10, is the black asthmatic son of a
sharecropper. Redheaded RUTHIE MACKLIN, 8, is happy just to
Is it true she got a glass eye?
I heard she got it from Gypsies.
What’s a Gypsy?
Your momma’s a Gypsy.
Your momma’s a bitch.
You shouldn’t swear. There’s ladies
Turn off your flashlights! She’ll
MOVING UP behind the kids, we find ourselves at the gates
EXT. A CREEPY OLD HOUSE – NIGHT
ADULT EDWARD (V.O.)
Now, it’s common knowledge that most
towns of a certain size have a witch,
if only to eat misbehaving children
and the occasional puppy who wanders
into her yard. Witches use those
bones to cast spells and curses that
make the land infertile.
We PULL BACK, and BACK, revealing more of the Gothically
creepy house: its broken windows, strangling vines, and eerie
gargoyles half-buried in the dirt. Even bats are afraid to
fly over it.
In the moonlight, the house is especially sinister. Who knows
what is lurking in the shadows?
ADULT EDWARD (V.O.)
Yet of the all the witches in Alabama,
there was one who was the most feared.
For she had one glass eye, which was
said to contain mystical powers.
We finally come to the kids, staring in through the gate.
I hear if you look right at it, you
can see how you’re gonna die.
That’s bull-s-h-i-t, that is. She’s
not even a real witch.
You’re so sure, why don’t you go in
and get that eye? I heard she keeps
it in a box on her nighttable.
Edward looks back at the spooky house.
Or are you too scared?
I’ll go in right now and get that
Then do it.
Fine, I will.
Fine, you do it.
Fine, I’m doing it.
He hands Zacky his flashlight, then starts climbing the gate.
She’ll make soap out of you!
That’s what she does, she makes soap
out of people.
Edward drops down on the far side of the gate. Truth be told,
Edward is scared, but he forges ahead anyway.
Wilbur looks to Ruthie, and they’re in complete agreement.
They get the hell out of there. Zacky would run too, but Don
holds him by the collar.
EXT. APPROACHING THE HOUSE
Edward curves around the tall bushes that hide the front
door. Anything could jump out of them.
He steps on the porch. The boards SQUEAL and CREAK, but he
continues on. A cat SCREAMS OUT from a broken wicker rocker.
Catching his breath, Edward reaches the front door.
The doorknob is ancient brass, two projections that look
like horns. Yet Edward extends his hand, reaching closer and
closer before he finally
RINGS THE DOORBELL.
Impossibly fast, the door opens, revealing an OLD WOMAN with
a patch over her left eye. She looks like she’s been dead
for years, but too stubborn to lie down.
Ma’am, my name is Edward Bloom, and
there’s some folks’d like to see
EXT. BACK AT THE GATE – NIGHT
Zacky and Don Price wait for Edward, each moment more
convinced he’s already dead. But suddenly, he’s back at the
You get the eye?
I brought it.
Let’s see it.
The Old Woman steps out of the shadows behind Edward, flipping
up her eye patch. When their flashlight beam hits her left
eye, it shines with a hellish glow.
We RUSH IN on Zacky, who is paralyzed by what he sees.
EXT. FRONT PORCH OF HOUSE – DAY
An OLD MAN — Zacky — stands on a wobbly stepladder, changing
a lightbulb. Suddenly, the ladder gives way and he falls.
EXT. AT THE GATE – NIGHT
We RUSH IN on Don Price.
INT. FRATERNITY HOUSE BATHROOM – DAY
Twenty-year old Don Price falls face-forward on the tile,
face mushed in the grout. Very much dead.
EXT. AT THE GATE – NIGHT
Don and Zacky both tremble with fear. The latter has tears
in his eyes.
I saw how I was gonna die. I was
old, and I fell.
I wasn’t old at all.
The brothers suddenly bolt. Still standing next to the Old
Woman, Edward smiles.
EXT. AT THE OLD WOMAN’S DOOR – NIGHT
Edward helps her back inside. He could leave now, but
curiosity gets the better of him.
I was thinking about death and all.
About seeing how you’re gonna die.
The Old Woman turns to him slightly, still not facing him.
I mean, on one hand, if dying was
all you thought about, it could kind
of screw you up. But it could kind
of help you, couldn’t it? Because
you’d know that everything else you
The Old Woman smiles a little, a crooked grin of broken teeth.
I guess I’m saying, I’d like to know.
The Old Woman turns leaning her face right in front of his.
And on a silent count of one, two, three — Edward looks
into The Eye.
This time we don’t cut. Instead, we HOLD ON Edward as he
witnesses his death. He stares transfixed, perplexed and
amused. Whatever he sees, it’s not as dire as the other boys.
His future has something strange in store.
Huh. That’s how I go?
The Old Woman nods. Still a little overwhelmed, Edward turns
ADULT EDWARD (V.O.)
From that moment on, I no longer
feared death. And for that, I was as
good as immortal.
As Edward leaves, the door swings SHUT on its own.
MATCH CUT TO:
INT./EXT. BLOOM HOUSE – (PRESENT) DAY
The front door opens to reveal Will and Josephine on the
porch with their bags. REVERSE to Will’s mother Sandra (53),
surprised and a little annoyed.
How did you get here?
We swam. The Atlantic, it’s not that
Ruth McHibbon offered to pick you up
at the airport.
We rented a car.
You didn’t need to do that. You just
A beat. Starting over…
He leans in and hugs her. She surrenders, squeezing her son
tight. Will and his mother are cut from the same cloth —
strong-willed but practical. They’ve always been close.
I’m so glad you’re here.
That hug finished, Sandra pushes past her son to her daughter-
in-law. Seeing the size of her belly —
You shouldn’t have flown. But…
It’s good to see you. You look
It’s not flattery. It’s the truth.
Thank you. I’ll bet you need to —
Down the hall on the right. The door
sticks. You have to really pull it.
Josephine squeezes past, a smile to her husband — be nice.
Will heads back to the rental car to retrieve luggage. Sandra
Coming down the driveway, we get to see the house for the
first time: an older suburban home, three bedrooms, big for
the neighborhood, and nicely grown into the lot. KIDS are
playing on the street.
Is that Dr. Bennett’s car?
He’s up with your father.
Heading back to the house…
How is he?
He’s impossible. He won’t eat. And
because he won’t eat, he gets weaker.
And because he’s weaker, he doesn’t
want to eat.
How much time does he have left?
You don’t talk about those things.
INT. KITCHEN – DAY
Sandra is pouring iced tea for Will and Josephine.
DR. JULIUS BENNETT (85) enters from the foyer, still winded
from coming down the stairs. He was the town’s first Black
physician. He’s still the town’s best physician.
Dr. Bennett. It’s good to see you.
My wife, Josephine.
He judges her belly.
You’re seven months.
To the day.
He leans close to her, whispering in her ear…
It’s a boy.
She smiles, surprised but not doubting. Will looks over —
what did he say? Josephine shakes her head.
Back to the main subject…
You don’t think he looks any worse.
No. I would say he’s the same.
And in the silence that follows, a lot is said. It wasn’t
the upbeat reply Sandra was hoping for.
Can I see him?
Absolutely. Be good for you to talk
A moment of awkwardness — everyone here knows they haven’t
spoken in years.
Sandra hands Will a squat can of Ensure from the case on the
Get him to drink one of these. He
won’t, but tell him he has to.
INT. FOYER – DAY
Coming out from the kitchen, Will slowly climbs the stairs.
They CREAK with every step.
The wall is filled with family photos, happier times. Most
of the pictures are of Will, starting when he was an infant
and ending at his wedding. As he climbs the stairs, we can
see him growing up with every step.
INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY – DAY
A crack of sunlight spills around the half-open door at the
end of the hallway. Will walks towards it, running a hand
along the wallpaper.
Almost at the door, he stops for a beat. Gets his breath.
Then goes inside.
INT. GUEST ROOM – DAY
Edward Bloom, 61, lies asleep on the bed. Although he’s not
the vibrant man we’ve seen before, it’s not as bad we feared.
The illness has been quick, and left him largely intact.
There are no I.V.’s, no monitors, nothing.
Coming up to the bed —
Edward cracks open an eye, a beat before he focuses. He tries
to say something, but no words come out.
He looks over at a pitcher on the nightstand. Will pours him
a glass of water, helping him hold it to his parched lips.
Finished, Edward sets down the glass by himself. A very long,
tense beat. Will almost speaks again to fill the silence.
— are in for a surprise.
Having a kid changes everything. I
mean, there’s the diapers and the
burping and the midnight feedings…
Did you do any of that?
No, but I hear it’s terrible. Then
you spend years trying to corrupt
and mislead this child, fill its
head with nonsense and still it turns
out perfectly fine.
You think I’m up for it?
You learned from the best.
Will doesn’t rise to the challenge. A beat, then he remembers
the can of Ensure. Holds it up. Edward recoils.
Just drink half the can. I’ll tell
her you drank the whole thing.
A beat, then Edward rolls his eyes. Fine. Will cracks open
the can, finding a straw on the nightstand.
People needn’t worry so much. It’s
not my time yet. This isn’t how I
Truly. I saw it in The Eye.
The Old Lady by the swamp.
She was a witch.
No, she was old and probably senile.
I saw my death in that eye. And this
is not how it happens.
So how does it happen?
Surprise ending. Wouldn’t want to
ruin it for you.
Edward slurps down as much of the Ensure as he can stand,
then pushes the can away. He swallows with difficulty.
There was this panhandler who used
to stop me every morning when I came
out of this coffee shop near the
And every day I gave him a quarter.
Every day. Then I got sick and was
out for a couple of weeks. And when
I went back there, you know what he
What did he say?
You owe me three-fifty.
When did you ever work in an office?
There’s a lot you don’t know about
Edward gives a wry smile. He walked into that.
Your mother was worried we wouldn’t
talk again. And look at us. We’re
talking fine. We’re storytellers,
both of us. I speak mine out, you
write yours down. Same thing.
Will won’t commit to Edward’s assessment.
Dad, I’m hoping we can talk about
some things while I’m here.
You mean, while I’m here.
I’d just like to know the true
versions of things. Events. Stories.
Edward LAUGHS a little, which becomes a COUGH. The HACKING
escalates until another drink of water gets it under control.
It’s not clear whether any of this was an act to keep from
Your mother hasn’t been keeping up
the pool. If you wanted to you
You know where the chemicals are?
I used to do it when you were gone,
remember? I used to do it a lot.
He didn’t mean for that to sound so pointed. Taking the half-
empty Ensure, Will gets up to go. He’s at the door when…
I was never much for being at home,
Will. It’s too confining. And this,
here. Being stuck in bed. Dying is
the worst thing that ever happened
He smiles at his joke.
I thought you weren’t dying.
I said this isn’t how I go. The last
part is much more unusual. Trust me
INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY – DAY
Shutting the door behind himself, Will drinks the rest of
the Ensure himself. Edward was right. It tastes horrible.
Heading for the stairs, Will walks past an open door. As he
leaves frame, we STAY BEHIND to look inside…
INT. WILL’S BEDROOM – DAY [FLASHBACK]
…where an eight-year old Will is propped up in bed, his
face covered with chicken pox and pink calamine lotion. He’s
showing Edward how many bumps there are on his arm.
Dr. Bennett says I’m going to have
to be home for a week.
That’s nothing. I once had to stay
in bed for three years.
Did you have chicken pox?
INT. TINY CHURCH – DAY
Wearing a white shirt and tie, YOUNG EDWARD — still about
10 — sings “Down to the River My Lord” along with the
CONGREGATION. His voice is high and thin, but he gives it
Suddenly, his voice CRACKS and DROPS a half-octave. And then
another. His friends Wilbur Freeley and Ruthie look over,
wondering what’s wrong. Embarrassed, Edward just keeps
SINGING, trying to follow along with the baritone part.
He pulls at his collar. Then pulls again, his face getting
red. Starting to panic, he loosens his tie. He’s starting to
undo the collar button when it POPS off by itself. Two more
buttons fly off. One hits a CHUBBY WOMAN in the neck.
ON HIS SHOES
As we watch, Edward’s pant cuffs rise inch by inch — that’s
how fast he’s growing.
Truth is, no one quite knew what was
wrong. Most times, a person grows up
gradually. I found myself in a hurry.
INT. YOUNG EDWARD’S BEDROOM – DAY
Young Edward lies in bed, his limbs connected to various
pulleys and levers to support his weight. He has a dozen
encyclopedias around him, and another dozen on the floor.
My muscles couldn’t keep up with my
bones, and my bones couldn’t keep up
with my body’s ambition. So I spent
the better part of three years
confined to my bed, with the World
Book Encyclopedia being my only means
of exploration. I had made it all
the way to the “G’s,” hoping to find
an answer to my gigantificationism,
when I uncovered an article about
the common goldfish.
INSERT: The encyclopedia article, complete with drawings.
“Kept in a small bowl, the goldfish
will remain small. With more space,
the fish can grow double, triple, or
quadruple its size.”
Young Edward thinks this through.
It occurred to me then, that perhaps
the reason for my growth was that I
was intended for larger things. After
all, a giant man can’t have an
EXT. BASEBALL FIELD – DAY
The CRACK of a bat announces the game-winning home run. The
crowd CHEERS the swing, and especially the batter as he rounds
Although we’ve seen him briefly before, this is our first
real exposure to GROWN-UP EDWARD, who we’ll follow from
roughly the ages of 18 to 30.
As soon as my bones had settled in
their adult configuration, I set
upon my plan to make a bigger place
for myself in Ashton.
EXT. SCHOOL FIELDS – DAY
SINGLE SHOTS: Football hero Edward leads his team to victory.
On the sidelines, a PRETTY GIRL admits the name of her secret
The other GIRLS SQUEAL in agreement. Don Price looks over,
EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD – DAY
SINGLE SHOT: A lawnmower ROARS along the grass. We LOOK UP
to see who’s pushing it, but it’s not Edward. It’s one of
his teenage EMPLOYEES.
Edward is back at the truck, which is painted to read, “Bloom
Landscaping.” He has workers on every lawn.
He signs an autograph for an ADMIRING CUB SCOUT.
INT. BASKETBALL COURT – DAY
Edward takes an impossible shot at the buzzer from the other
end of the court. Naturally, he makes it, winning the game.
As the crowd goes wild for Edward, Don Price is the only
teammate who doesn’t mob him.
EXT. TOWN – DAY
Edward carries a dog out of a burning house.
INT. SCIENCE FAIR – DAY
Edward wins a blue ribbon for his invention, a machine
labelled “Perpetual Motion.” He and the JUDGE pose for a
photograph. A FLASH.
Pissed, Don Price throws his crappy lima bean plants in the
INT. HIGH SCHOOL STAGE – DAY
A dashingly handsome Edward leads the CAST out for a curtain
call. He’s the star of the show. Off to the side, we see Don
Price is the ass-end of a horse costume.
Edward soaks in his applause, smiling and gracious.
EXT. GRADUATION STAGE – DAY
Edward accepts his diploma. The PRINCIPAL hugs him tight.
I was the biggest thing Ashton had
ever seen. Until one day, a stranger
EXT. FARM – DAY
As two FARMERS shake their heads, we REVERSE to a show a
massive hole punched through the side of a barn. It’s roughly
the shape of man, but no human could be that large.
EXT. SHEEP PEN – DAY
Two fat ewes look up, a shadow falling across them. They
BLEAT in panic as
TWO OVERSIZED HANDS
reach in and scoop them up. Their protests continue as they’re
carried away, one under each arm. We still haven’t seen the
EXT. COURT HOUSE – DAY
A MOB of about 50 have gathered, many of them with shotguns.
Amid the crowd we see Don Price.
He ate an entire cornfield!
He ate my dog!
HOT-BLOODED SHOTGUN TOTER
If you ain’t gonna stop him Mayor,
I won’t have mob violence in this
town. Now, has someone tried talking
You can’t reason with ‘im!
He’s a monster!
Agreement from the crowd. And then…
A VOICE (O.S.)
I’ll do it.
Everyone turns to see who said that. The crowd parts to reveal
none other than Edward Bloom. Don Price glowers.
I’ll talk to him. See if I can get
him to move on.
Son, that creature could crush you
Trust me, he’ll have to try.
EXT. HILL OUTSIDE ASHTON – DAY
Edward climbs up the last bit of the steep hillside, reaching
the mouth of a cave. Outside, buzzards squabble over the
remains of the giant’s feast: broken barrels, bones picked
In his most serious voice, Edward calls out:
There’s no answer.
My name is Edward Bloom! I want to
talk to you!
From deep in a cave, a thunderous voice:
The giant’s voice has such force, it blows Edward’s hair
I’m not going anywhere until you
A beat, then we hear a RUMBLE, like a train coming. Edward
braces himself, fists ready for a fight, if that’s what it’s
going to take.
As the RUMBLE gets louder, the ground starts to shake. Even
Edward starts to worry. Just how big is this guy?
Armed with the foreknowledge of my
own death, I knew the giant couldn’t
kill me. All the same, I preferred
to keep my bones unbroken.
Edward picks up a stone, ready to play David to Goliath.
Then suddenly, the giant bursts forth. Hunched over, he slams
into a stunned Edward, knocking him halfway down the hill.
KARL THE GIANT is bigger than any man you’ve ever seen. Not
just tall, but massive. He’s completely feral, with a beard
to his elbow and skin scratched and blistered. What remains
of his clothes are ragged and muddy. God knows what’s living
in his matted hair.
Karl leans over Edward, blocking the sun. Edward throws his
rock, but it just bounces off. The giant didn’t even notice
Why are you here?
Edward ponders the best response, settling on…
So you can eat me. The town decided
to send a human sacrifice, and I
Karl’s eyes narrow, confused. Edward stands up.
My arms are a little stringy, but
there’s some good eating on my legs.
I mean, I’d be tempted to eat them
So I guess, just, if you could get
it over with quick. Because I’m not
much for pain, really.
Edward closes his eyes, hands at his side, ready to be eaten.
Karl just stares at him, not sure what to do.
After a beat, Edward opens his eyes a tiny bit, just to see
what the giant is doing. Relieved to see he’s not licking
his chops —
Look, I can’t go back. I’m a human
sacrifice. If I go back, everyone
will think I’m a coward. And I’d
rather be dinner than a coward.
Karl sits down with a BOOM, dejected.
Here, start with my hand. It’ll be
Reaching up, Edward shoves his hand into Karl’s mouth. But
the giant spits it back out.
I don’t want to eat you. I don’t
want to eat anybody. It’s just I get
so hungry. I’m too big.
And that’s the sad truth. Karl is less a monster than a freak —
a giant man, but in the end, just a man.
Edward takes a seat beside him.
Did you ever think maybe you’re not
too big? Maybe this town’s just too
small. I mean, look at it.
Circling behind them, we look down at Ashton — a tiny town
in a tiny valley.
Hardly two stories in the whole place.
Now I’ve heard in real cities, they’ve
got buildings so tall you can’t even
see the tops of ‘em.
Wouldn’t lie to you. And they’ve got
all-you-can-eat buffets. You can eat
a lot, can’t you?
So why are you wasting your time in
a small town? You’re a big man. You
should be in the big city.
Karl smiles, but then it fades. A certain sad suspicion —
You’re just trying to get me to leave,
aren’t you? That’s why they sent you
What’s your name, Giant?
Mine’s Edward. And truthfully, I do
want you to leave, Karl. But I want
to leave with you.
You think this town is too small for
you, well, it’s too small for a man
of my ambition. I can’t see staying
here a day longer.
You don’t like it?
I love every square inch of it. But
I can feel the edges closing in on
me. A man’s life can only grow to a
certain size in a place like this.
So what do you say? Join me?
Karl thinks a moment. Then —
They shake on it.
Now first, we gotta get you ready
for the city.
EXT. RIVER – DAY
IN A SINGLE SHOT, Karl cuts his hair with hedge clippers,
while Edward cuts up a surplus army tent to make him a shirt.
EXT. MAIN STREET OF ASHTON – DAY
Spirits buoyed by the high school MARCHING BAND, all the
good CITIZENS of Ashton are gathered to see off Edward and
There’s a few tears amid the familiar faces.
(loudly, for the crowd)
Edward Bloom, first son of Ashton,
it’s with a heavy heart we see you
go. But take with you this Key to
the City, and know that any time you
want to come back, all our doors are
open to you.
Edward ducks a bit so the Mayor can put the key around his
neck. The crowd CHEERS. And with that, Edward and Karl start
walking, waving as they go.
Only DON PRICE, smoking on the corner, isn’t sad to see Edward
go. He crushes his cigarette under his heel. He wishes he
could crush Edward.
Many of the townfolk come onto the street to hug Edward or
shake his hand.
That afternoon as I left Ashton,
everyone seemed to have advice.
Find yourself a nice girl! Don’t
trust anyone in Kentucky! Watch your
pride, Edward Bloom!
But there was one person whose counsel
I held above all others.
As the crowd parts, he finds himself face to face with
THE OLD WOMAN.
The ruckus slows and quiets, as if a strange spell has been
cast. She motions for Edward to lean down, so she can whisper
something to him. Although we’re VERY CLOSE, we can’t hear
She said that the biggest fish in
the river gets that way by never
The advice only succeeds in confusing Edward.
(to the Old Woman)
Edward and Karl keep walking. The Old Woman shuffles off,
somehow knowing her advice will go unheeded.
What did she say?
EXT. ROAD – DAY
We TILT UP from the road to reveal Edward and Karl walking
out of Ashton. Each wears a backpack with all his earthly
There were two roads out of Ashton,
a new one which was paved, and an
older one that wasn’t. People didn’t
use the old road anymore, and it had
developed the reputation of being
Edward and Karl come to a bend, where the paved road veers
left and an overgrown dirt road runs straight. The old road
is blocked with signs and warnings of danger.
Since I had no intention of ever
returning to Ashton, this seemed as
good a time as any to find out what
lay down that old road.
Karl looks at the dirt road, wary.
You know anyone’s who’s taken it?
That poet, Norther Winslow did. He
was going to Paris, France. He must
have liked it, because no one ever
heard from him again.
Tell you what. You take the other
way and I’ll cut through here. Meet
you on the far side.
A little paranoid…
You’re not trying to run away?
Just to be sure, you can take my
Karl perks up, even though it means more for him to carry.
EXT. DIRT ROAD – DAY
The road is overgrown, but not altogether creepy. The sun is
still shining, and the birds still CHIRPING.
Spinning the Key to the City, Edward WHISTLES, because it’s
a day meant for whistling.
EXT. FURTHER ALONG – ROUGH PATH
The road has narrowed to a rough path. Spikes of sunlight
break through the thick canopy, catching particles in the
air. Still, Edward WHISTLES.
Coming around a bend, his PITCH DROPS as he sees thick, thorny
vines growing across the path. He stops. For the first time,
he realizes the birds have stopped singing. The forest is
He looks back the way he came. It’s tempting to go back. It
would be easier to go back. But Edward presses on.
He carefully steps through the thorns. His trouser legs catch
on the barbs. We can hear the fabric TEAR.
A scratched and sweaty Edward waves off various STINGING
BUGS flying at him, finally whipping off his hat to swat at
Just then a CAWING crow swoops down and grabs the hat right
out of his hands.
You stupid sonofa…
He stops his swearing, but grabs a rock and throws it. The
stone ricochets off a tree and into a BEE’S NEST. The swarm
Edward high-tails it, each step still precarious.
EXT. THE DARK FOREST – DAY [LATER]
Edward is bruised, battered and bee-stung.
A half-broken sign lies in the road. Edward picks it up.
Sure enough, up ahead he sees the path is overgrown with
thick cobwebs, heavy from the rain.
There comes a point where a reasonable
man will swallow his pride and admit
he’s made a terrible mistake. The
truth is, I was never a reasonable
Edward tosses the sign and forges ahead, into the spiderwebs.
And what I recalled of Sunday School
was that the more difficult something
became, the more rewarding it was in
EXT. CLEARING / THE ROAD – DAY
Edward emerges from the forest, brushing the last cobwebs
off and shaking the spiders from his shirt. One is stuck in
his sleeve, and he has to dance to get it out. Even then, he
still keeps twitching, convinced another one is left behind.
At his feet, the gravel road has returned, smooth and dusty
Ahead lies a tiny one-street town — smaller even than Ashton —
with powerlines emerging from the woods to feed it. Dangling
from the line above he sees two dozen pairs of shoes, their
laces tied together.
He passes a sign that reads “Welcome To Spectre!”
EXT. THE TOWN OF SPECTRE – DAY
It’s a main street with stores on each side: Cole’s Pharmacy,
Talbot’s Five and Dime, Al’s Country Store. Everything is
old, but this isn’t a ghost town. In fact, there’s a group
of about 20 CITIZENS spilling out to see Edward approach.
Most are smiling. There are even a few tears of joy.
What’s more, all of these people are barefoot.
A forty-year old man named BEAMEN comes out of the seed store
to greet Edward. Friendly but a little drunk, he’s the closest
thing the town has to a mayor. He’s carrying a clipboard.
Welcome to ya. What’s your name?
Beamen checks the clipboard. Not finding the name, he flips
forward a few pages. Still looking…
Bloom like a flower?
Oh. Here! Right here. Edward Bloom.
We weren’t expecting you yet.
You were expecting me?
A helpful woman named MILDRED chimes in:
You must have taken a shortcut.
I did. It nearly killed me.
Mmm-hmm. Life’ll do that to you. And
truthfully, the long way is easier,
but it’s longer.
And you’re here now, and that’s what
Beamen’s daughter JENNY (8) hides behind her father, peering
around to look at the handsome stranger.
What is this place?
The town of Spectre. Best kept secret
in Alabama. Says here you’re from
Ashton, right? Last person we had
from Ashton was Norther Winslow.
The poet? What ever happened to him?
He’s still here. Let me buy you a
drink. I’ll tell you all about it.
Hell, I’ll have him tell you.
No. I’ve gotta meet somebody. I’m
already running late.
He didn’t mean it as a joke, but for some reason, everyone’s
Son, I already told you. You’re early.
INT. BEAMEN’S HOUSE – DAY
Sitting at the kitchen table, Edward takes a second slice of
apple pie. He and Beamen are joined by NORTHER WINSLOW (30),
who fancies himself a cultured artist, though he’s never
left the state.
Now tell me if that isn’t the best
pie you ever ate.
It truly is.
UNDER THE TABLE
Young Jenny is stealthily untying the laces on Edward’s shoes.
Everything here tastes better. Even
the water is sweet. Never gets too
hot, too cold, too humid. At night
the wind goes through the trees and
you’d swear there was a whole symphony
out there, playing just for you.
Suddenly, Jenny YANKS OFF Edward’s shoes. She races for the
He chases after her.
EXT. TOWN / MAIN STREET – DAY
As she runs, Jenny ties Edward’s laces together. Reaching
the edge of town, she tosses the shoes up and around the
power line — a perfect throw. There’s no way he’s ever
getting them down.
The gathered citizens of Spectre CHEER for Edward, who is
confused and overwhelmed. The women hug him. Men shake his
Still focused on his shoes…
Wait! I need those!
There is no softer ground than town.
He is our poet laureate.
The townsfolk continue to congratulate Edward…
Sometimes in a dream, you’ll visit
places that seem instantly familiar,
filled with friends you’ve never
EXT. UNDER A TREE – DUSK
Edward sits with Norther Winslow. The fireflies are out.
Thousands of them.
A man might travel his entire life
and never find a place so inviting.
My journey had scarcely begun, and I
Norther hands him his noteboook.
I’ve been working on this poem for
There’s a lot of expectation. I don’t
want to disappoint my fans.
It’s only three lines long.
Norther grabs his notebook back.
This is why you don’t show work in
Norther, do you ever regret not making
it to Paris?
I can’t imagine any place better
You’re a poet. You oughta be able
to. And maybe if you’d seen more,
Norther doesn’t answer. Just goes back to his notebook.
EXT. BY THE RIVER – NIGHT
By the light of the full moon, Edward soaks his feet in the
water, trying to make sense of it all. The Key to the City
dangles around his neck.
He stares at himself in the reflection. He smiles.
It’s then that a WOMAN emerges at the far side of the river.
No telling where she came from — she must have been swimming
underwater. We never see her face.
She stands in the river with her bare back to Edward,
squeezing the water out of her golden hair, oblivious to his
presence. Edward is breathless. It’s the first woman he’s
seen in her natural state, and he doesn’t dare move lest he
frighten her away.
Then he sees the snake.
It’s a cottonmouth, has to be. It leaves a break in the water,
its small reptilian head aiming for her flesh.
There’s no decision to be made. On pure instinct, Edward
dives in. He swims as hard as can,
GRABBING THE SNAKE
just as it’s about to strike.
The woman dives back underwater, understandably terrified
that a man is coming at her.
No, it’s okay! I got it. I got the
As the splashing subsides, Edward looks at what he holds in
his hands. Which isn’t a snake at all, but rather a common
stick. And a non-threatening one at that.
While Edward ponders his mistake, he looks around to discover
that the Girl in the River is gone. He never even saw her
Wait! I’m sorry. Hello?!
Edward keeps expecting her to surface, somewhere, but she
never does. He stands alone in the river, wondering what
tricks his eyes are playing on him.
EXT. BY THE RIVER – NIGHT – CONTINUOUS
A GIRL’S VOICE (O.S.)
There’s leeches in there!
Edward looks to the bank, where young Jenny Hill is watching
Did you see that woman?
What did she look like?
Well, she… uh…
Was she nekkid?
Embarrassed to admit it…
It’s not a woman, it’s a fish. No
one ever catches her.
Given the day he’s had so far, Edward isn’t inclined to follow
up on the issue. He starts to wade back to the bank.
Fish looks diff’rent to diff’rent
people. My daddy said it looked like
the coon dog he had when he was kid,
back from the dead.
Edward climbs up onto the shore, completely drenched. He
pulls up his pant legs to reveal three shiny leeches clinging
to his skin.
He starts to work pulling them off.
EXT. PATH BACK TO TOWN – NIGHT
Edward and Jenny walk back.
How old are you?
I’m eight. That means when I’m
eighteen, you’ll be 28. And when I’m
28, you’ll only be 38.
(a little wary)
You’re pretty good at arithmetic.
And when I’m 38, you’ll be 48. And
that’s not much difference at all.
Eager to get off this subject…
Sure is a lot now, though, huh?
EXT. MAIN STREET – NIGHT
As Edward and Jenny approach Main Street, they find “downtown”
has been transformed. Lanterns and streamers hang on cables
across the street, and a small stage has been built at one
end to hold FIDDLERS.
The whole town is there in celebration of its newest citizen,
Edward Bloom. Before he can protest, two WOMEN have grabbed
him by the arms, pulling him in to dance with them.
The resulting dance number seems both choreographed and
complete chaos. From FARMER to BAKER’S WIFE, everyone wants
to dance with Edward, who finds himself tossed around like a
stick caught in a whirlpool. Still, he’s having a blast.
Jenny grabs both his hands, and they spin wildly.
Beamen plucks his LAUGHING daughter away to dance with her.
Then Mildred cuts in to dance with Edward. It’s hard to hear
over the MUSIC.
Jenny thinks you’re quite a catch.
We all do.
I said you’re quite a catch!
Edward stops dancing. A beat, then he heads for the edge of
the crowd. Beamen is there, with Jenny on his shoulders.
I have to leave. Tonight.
This town is everything a man could
ask for. And if I were to end up
here, I’d consider myself lucky. But
the fact is, I’m not ready to end up
No one’s ever left.
How are you gonna make it without
I suspect it will hurt a lot.
And with that, Edward walks down Main Street. The townspeople
stop dancing, disbelieving, some shaking their heads.
Poor Edward Bloom’s gone crazy.
(calling after him)
You won’t find a better place!
I don’t expect to.
Jenny runs to him. She’d tackle him if she could.
Promise me you’ll come back.
I promise. Someday. When I’m really
It’s not good enough, but it will have to do. Edward keeps
EXT. THE DARK FOREST – NIGHT
VARIOUS SHOTS: Edward negotiates the thorns in his bare feet.
It’s horrible. Almost unendurable.
And then it gets worse.
The trees ahead are moving. At first, it just seems to be
the wind blowing the branches, but as we hear the wood
CRACKING and GROANING, there’s no mistaking it: they’re trying
to block him.
Snake-like WHITE ROOTS shoot out of the ground, grabbing for
his ankles. He leaps up, kicking off one tree trunk to grab
another one’s branches. He swings off, lands and rolls. Now
all the trees are moving to block him, their dark shapes
towering over him in the flashes of LIGHTNING.
As difficult as it was to reach
Spectre, I was fated to get there
eventually. After all, no man can
avoid reaching the end of his life.
As he ducks under branches, the chain holding the Key to the
City gets caught. He’s almost strangled, but the chain finally
breaks. The silver key disappears into the mud.
Scrambling forward, he looks for a way out. But the trees
have encircled him, their spiky crowns bending down to crush
He SCREAMS up at the night, until his breath is gone.
And then I realized, this wasn’t the
end of my life.
With a sudden calm…
This isn’t how I die.
Another lightning FLASH, and suddenly the trees are back
where they’ve always been. Edward is lying shoeless and torn
in a muddy puddle, staring up at the rain. And LAUGHING.
EXT. THE ROAD – DAY
His bare foot steps onto asphalt.
A DEEP VOICE
Edward turns to see
to his right, coming down the larger, paved road.
What happened to your shoes?
Edward looks down at his muddy, bloody feet.
They got ahead of me.
With that, the men start walking down the larger road.
INT. DINING ROOM – NIGHT
Edward and Will sit at opposite ends of the table, with Sandra
and Josephine in the middle. Although Edward has a small
plate of food in front of him, he hasn’t touched it. He’s
exhausted from the trip downstairs, but determined to maintain
the family dinner ritual.
The other three eat awkwardly, each CLINK and SCRAPE of a
knife or fork resonating. Will finally breaks the silence.
I don’t know if you’ve seen it, but
Josephine has some photos in the
most recent Newsweek.
Really! That’s wonderful.
I spent a week in Morocco for the
story. It was incredible.
We’ll have to pick up a copy.
A beat. As Will scoops out another serving of potatoes, Edward
I don’t know if you’re aware of this,
Josephine, but African parrots, in
their native home of the Congo —
they speak only French.
All three stop to listen.
You’re lucky to get four words out
of them in English. But if you were
to walk through the jungle, you’d
hear them speaking the most elaborate
French. Those parrots talk about
everything: politics, movies, fashion —
everything but religion.
Taking the bait…
Why not religion, Dad?
It’s rude to talk about religion.
You never know who you’re going to
Josephine actually went to the Congo
Oh, so you know.
INT. GROCERY STORE – NIGHT
Will shakes a shopping cart free from the pile-up while his
mother checks her list.
AT THE PRODUCE SECTION
Sandra starts to bag string beans.
Mom, would you say you understand
What I mean is, do you really know
what’s going on in his head?
How is that possible? I mean, you
try to ask him a question and suddenly
it’s another one of his stories.
You can’t honestly say you know him.
Yes, Will, I do. And don’t presume
things you don’t know.
She’s more amused than annoyed, but Will is entering dangerous
Would you say you understand
Yes. But that’s a different…
No it’s not. It’s exactly the same.
Your father and I met, we dated, and
we married — we chose each other —
because we understood each other on
some fundamental level. Just the
same as you two.
She moves on to the carrots.
Josephine and I have a lot in common.
Yes, you both think William Bloom is
a very smart man.
The problem is, you only see me as
your mother, and not as someone’s
wife. And I’ve been his wife longer
than I’ve been your mother. You can’t
True. But I’ve known him my whole
life, and I don’t feel like I know
him at all. Or ever will.
With a look, Sandra acknowledges the stakes.
I know it’s not easy. Just remember,
he didn’t choose to be your father
and you didn’t choose to be his son.
You just ended up together. You could
pick numbers out of a dark bag and
it’d be just the same. If you ask
me, it’s a wonder parents and children
can stand each other at all.
But I understand you, Mom. I always
Well, clearly you don’t. But I’m not
the mystery you’re trying to solve
INT. AT THE CHECKOUT – NIGHT
Reaching the CASHIER, Sandra hands over her coupons. Will is
approaching with a Newsweek magazine.
Two checkstands over, an ATTRACTIVE BLONDE WOMAN in her 50’s
is getting her change. Though she’s Sandra’s generation, she
carries herself like a much younger woman, with blue jeans
She accidentally makes eye contact with Will as he passes.
We HOLD ON the woman, who tracks Will as he reaches Sandra.
It’s hard to read her reaction: does she recognize him, or
just find him attractive?
Will notices the gaze. The woman turns away.
Will racks his brain — does he know this woman?
Before I forget, your father has
papers in the basement I’d like you
to go through. I wouldn’t know what’s
Mom, do you know who that is? Blonde
Sandra looks. After a beat, the Blonde Woman turns again,
semi-casually. Noticing that both Will and Sandra are looking,
she smiles a little before taking her cart to leave.
Was she one of your teachers?
No. But it’s weird. She seemed to
(to the cashier)
Do you know who that is?
The Cashier turns to look. He can only get a profile as the
Never seen her before. Pretty, though.
INT. GUEST BEDROOM – NIGHT
A portable fan quietly WHIRRS in the corner. Turned low, the
RADIO on the nightstand is playing a call-in AM sports show,
just a wash of background chatter. Edward lies asleep on his
At the window, Josephine quietly lowers the shade. She reaches
over Edward to switch off the radio. He stirs from the silence —
he wasn’t fully asleep — and sees Josephine stretched over
Hi. How are you feeling?
I was dreaming.
What were you dreaming about?
He tries to recollect, but it’s already gone. Josephine
motions, is it okay for her to sit on the bed? He nods.
I don’t usually remember unless
they’re especially portentous. You
know what that word means, portentous?
She shakes her head.
Means when you dream about something
that’s going to happen.
Like one night, I had a dream where
this crow came and told me, “Your
Aunt is going to die.” I was so scared
I woke up my parents. They told me
it was just a dream, to go back to
bed. But the next morning, my Aunt
Stacy was dead.
Terrible for her, but think about
me, young boy with that kind of power.
Wasn’t three weeks later that the
crow came back to me in a dream and
said, “Your Grampa is going to die.”
Well, I ran right back to my parents.
My father said, no, Gramps is fine,
but I could see there was trepidation.
And true enough, that next morning
my Grampa was dead.
He sits up a bit in bed, his strength returning.
For the next couple weeks, I didn’t
have another dream. Until one night
the crow came back and said, “Your
Daddy is going to die.”
Well, I didn’t know what to do. But
finally I told my father. And he
said not to worry, but I could tell
he was rattled. That next day, he
wasn’t himself, always looking around,
waiting for something to drop on his
head. Because the crow didn’t tell
how it was going to happen, just
those words: your Daddy is going to
die. Well, he went into town early
and was gone for a long time. And
when he finally came back, he looked
terrible, like he was waiting for
the axe to fall all day. He said to
my mother, “Good God. I just had the
worst day of my life.”
“You think you’ve had a bad day,”
she said. “This morning the milkman
dropped dead on the porch!” Josephine
smiles, a half-laugh, which gets him
A long beat. Then, deadpan…
Because see, my mother was banging
No, I understand.
He was slipping her a little extra
She nods, a bit more of a laugh.
He was filling her basket. He was
making deliveries around back.
As Edward continues, she can’t help but laugh harder,
especially as the metaphors get more vulgar.
He was buttering her rolls. Pumping
her churn. Splashing milk in her
They were squeezing the cheese.
Clanking the bottles. Licking the
She’s starting to cry from laughing.
Cracking the eggs and making an
With that, he stops. She regains her composure.
Spooning the sherbet.
Can I take your picture?
You don’t need a picture. Just look
up handsome in the dictionary.
He rolls his eyes, why not.
Josephine leaves, heading down the hall to get her camera.
We STAY WITH Edward in bed.
I have photos from the wedding to
show you. There’s a great one of you
and my father. I had an extra print
Edward grimaces, a flash of pain. Around others, he’s hiding
how much it hurts, but alone we can see how bad it is.
He controls his breathing, trying to push through it.
I want to see pictures of your
wedding. I’ve never seen any.
She returns with her camera. Edward smiles, doing a good job
masking the pain.
That’s because we didn’t have a
wedding. Your mother-in-law was never
supposed to marry me. She was engaged
to somebody else.
I never knew.
Will never told you that?
(she shakes her head)
Probably just as well. He would have
told it all wrong anyway. All the
facts and none of the flavor.
Oh, so this is a tall tale?
Well, it’s not a short one.
A devilish smile. Pushing past Edward, we settle on the
MATCH CUT TO:
held by a LITTLE BOY. He’s slumped over his FATHER’s shoulder,
being carried towards a big-top tent. We are…
EXT. OLYMPIA CIRCUS – NIGHT
…where the second-rate carnival is parked for the moment
in an Alabama field. To the left, we spot Edward, 20-ish,
halfway through a bag of peanuts. He’s still carrying the
backpack we saw earlier, and scratched up from his trip
I had just left Ashton, and was on
my way to discover my destiny. Not
knowing what that would be exactly,
I explored every opportunity that
Joining the crowd, he heads into the big-top.
INT. BIG TOP – NIGHT
A troupe of STILT-WALKING FIREBREATHERS finishes their act
to tremendous APPLAUSE.
As the performers clear away, the circus’ owner-and-ringmaster
AMOS CALLOWAY (50) approaches the stands. He may only be
four feet tall, but Amos has a titanic presence.
Ladies and Gentlemen, you may think
you’ve seen the unusual. You may
think you’ve seen the bizarre. But
I’ve travelled to the five corners
of the world, and let me tell you,
I’ve never seen anything like this.
From behind Amos, CARNIES start rolling a massive ball towards
When I found this man, he was picking
oranges in Florida. His fellow workers
called him El Penumbra — The Shadow —
because when you were working beside
him, he blocked out the daylight. He
could take a whole tree in his hands
and shake off the fruit. I had to
pay his crew boss $10,000 just so I
could take him with me.
Amos comes up to a MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN in the first row, a
Not to alarm you, Ma’am. But if this
man wanted to, he could crush your
head between his toes.
But he won’t.
(a long beat)
He’s not going to hurt her, folks,
because he’s our own Gentle Giant.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you
The carnies back away from the ball as a deep DRUM ROLL
begins. A moment, then the ball starts to bulge from inside.
A foot suddenly bursts out from within. GASPS from the crowd.
That foot is massive. In the stands, Edward looks closer.
As the drum beat intensifies, a second foot breaks out.
Followed by hands. Shoulders. Finally, the head. This is
From a very LOW ANGLE, we look up to see just how massive he
is. He seems to fill the Heavens. With his shaved head and
giant club, he seems more ogre than man.
In the bandstands, a YOUNG BOY’s jaw drops in awe. Colossus
walks down the row, letting the crowd get a better look at
him. Some reach out to touch him, disbelieving. A tight
spotlight follows him, revealing faces in the crowd.
Colossus passes Edward, who seems unimpressed. He leans with
the spotlight, WHISTLING to get the big man’s attention.
He points to the edge of the stands, where his friend is
sitting on the dirt —
KARL THE GIANT
stands up, so big the spotlight has to widen just to hold
him. He’s a good foot taller than Colossus. There’s a GASP
from the crowd, along with nervous anticipation — what will
ANGLE ON Amos, stunned, megaphone dangling.
ANGLE ON Colossus, realizing the gig is up. With a resigned
shrug, he rests his club on his shoulder and walks away into
INT. BIG-TOP – NIGHT / LATER
As the stands empty, Edward and Karl talk to Amos.
What’s his name? Does he talk? It’s
Tell me Karl, have you ever heard of
the term “involuntary servitude?”
Karl shakes his head.
Great, great. That’s fantastic.
It was on that night Karl met his
destiny. And I met mine. Almost.
INT. BIG TOP – NIGHT – CONTINUOUS
As Amos pulls Karl aside to give him the hard sell, Edward
notices a BEAUTIFUL YOUNG WOMAN (16) leaving with her family.
She’s wearing a blue dress and hat. For no good reason, she
looks back at Edward.
The two make eye contact. And as they do, all motion FREEZES.
A fiery baton remains mid-twirl, flames locked in place. A
spilled box of popcorn hangs in mid-air, each kernel like a
snowflake. Even the elephant is mid-poop.
Only Edward is free to move, winding his way between the
frozen bodies, ducking underneath arms to get closer and
closer to this woman.
They say when you meet the love of
your life, time stops. And that’s
true. What they don’t tell you, is
that once time starts again, it moves
extra fast to catch up.
Suddenly, everything RUSHES. The crowd becomes a blur, and
the young woman is lost in its wake. Now it’s Edward who’s
frozen, helpless in time.
EXT. DIRT PARKING LOT – NIGHT
Edward checks in windows as cars pull out, searching for his
fated love. Not finding her, he becomes more frantic, running
down the rows.
THE EMPTY LOT
Colossus is thumbing for a ride. The last pickup truck stops
and lets him climb in back.
As the truck pulls out, it passes a dejected Edward. He’ll
never find that girl, the love of his life.
INT. BIG-TOP – NIGHT
Amos leans over so Karl can sign a contract on his back. He
spots Edward walking back into the tent.
Hey kid! Your friend just made himself
Amos hands off the contract to a CLOWN.
My attorney, Mr. Soggybottom.
Good to meet you.
Mr. Soggybottom HONKS his horn, then waddles off.
What’s the matter with you, kid? I
haven’t seen a customer so depressed
since the elephant sat on that
Get it? “Depressed?”
See! The big guy likes it.
I just saw the woman I’m going to
marry, I know it. But then I lost
Tough break. Most men have to get
married before they lose their wives.
I’m going to spend the rest of my
life looking for her. That or die
Let me guess. Real pretty, blonde
hair, blue hat?
I know her uncle. Friends of the
Who is she? Where does she live?
Kid. Don’t waste your time. She’s
out of your league.
As Amos starts to walk away, Edward hurries to catch up with
him. Karl follows as well.
What do you mean? You don’t even
Sure I do. You were hot shit back in
Hickville, but here in the real world,
you got squat. You don’t have a plan.
You don’t have a job. You don’t have
anything but the clothes on your
I’ve got a whole backpack full of
He points to the bleachers, where no backpack is to be found.
Someone stole my backpack.
Kid, you were a big fish in a small
pond. This here is the ocean, and
you’re drowning. Take my advice and
go back to Puddleville. You’ll be
Getting in front of Amos, Edward stops him.
Wait. You said I don’t have a plan.
I do. I’m going to find that girl
and marry her and spend the rest of
my life with her.
Amos smiles, amused.
I don’t have a job, but I would have
a job if you gave me one. And I may
not have much, but I have more
determination than any man you’re
ever going to meet.
Sorry, kid. I don’t do charity.
I’ll work night and day, and you
won’t have to pay me. You just have
to tell me who she is.
Amos takes a long look at him. Ultimately, there’s no way he
can say no. He shrugs. What the hell.
Every month you work for me, I’ll
tell you one thing about her. That’s
my final offer.
Edward shakes Amos’s hand before he can retract the offer.
We move into a MONTAGE:
INT. BIG TOP CENTER RING – NIGHT
CLOSE ON Edward, smiling nervously. His head is tilted to
the side, and as we PULL BACK, we see why: he’s holding it
in a MASSIVE LION’s open mouth. The beast’s sharp teeth are
just poking his skin. If the lion so much as flinches, Edward
The CROWD applauds, which makes the lion antsy. Which makes
From that moment on, I did everything
Mr. Calloway asked, and a lot of
things he didn’t. I’d go three days
without stopping to eat, and four
days without sleeping.
EXT. THE HYDRA – DAY
His eyes droopy from lack of sleep, Edward mans the whirling
amusement park ride.
The only thing that kept me going
was the promise of meeting the girl
who would be my wife.
Nodding off, Edward falls backward, into the path of the
spinning arms. One of the Hydra cars hits him square in the
gut, throwing him up and away, sailing 200 feet through the
EXT. FIELD – DAY
Edward chases a costumed pig, tripping over tent cords,
falling in the mud.
His hunt leads him through the back of a tent, where he’s
unwittingly stepped in front of a line of motorized birds.
To the left, CUSTOMERS are shooting with rifles. He dodges
four SHOTS that knock down the birds around him.
He catches his breath, lucky.
Then a half-blind OLD WOMAN pulls her trigger, hitting him
in the shoulder.
EXT. BEHIND A TENT – DAY
Karl the Giant bandages Edward’s arm as well as he can. Amos
is walking past.
Mr. Calloway! It’s been a month today.
Amos stops, looks at the young man. Finally…
This girl, the love of your life.
Her favorite flower is daffodils.
He walks away. We PUSH IN on Edward, enraptured by the
INT. STABLES – DAY
Edward shovels shit in the nastiest stables you’ve ever seen.
But all he can think about is…
The wonder of it. He goes back to shoveling, a smile on his
True to his word, every month Amos
would tell me something new about
the woman of my dreams.
INT. A DARK PLACE – NIGHT
CLOSE ON Edward, lost in quiet reverie, pondering his latest
bit of information.
College! She’s going to college!
A sudden EXPLOSION as Edward is shot…
INT. BIG TOP – NIGHT [CONTINUOUS]
…out of a giant cannon.
INT. STABLES – NIGHT
Under a full moon, Edward feeds the animals.
Music! She likes music. I like music
Over the months, I learned a lot
about the woman I was going to marry,
but not her name, and not where to
That time had come. I couldn’t wait any longer.
EXT. AMOS CALLOWAY’S TRAILER – NIGHT
Under a full moon, Edward walks up to the battered camper,
and is about to knock when he notices it’s rocking. A lot.
Not just that, there’s MOANING coming from inside.
But Edward KNOCKS anyway.
Mr. Calloway! It’s Edward Bloom. I
need to talk to you.
Suddenly, the rocking and moaning stop. A beat, then the
door handle begins to RATTLE. It seems to be stuck.
Edward turns the knob.
Suddenly, the door BURSTS OPEN. Edward is knocked down by a
massive black dog, biggest you’ve ever seen. It has green
glowing eyes and a lick of fire for a tongue.
Edward wrestles with the beast, its mouth snapping at his
Blocking with an arm, Edward tries to push himself free, but
the creature’s hands — it has hands instead of paws — hold
Entwined, they roll across the dirt. The other nearby CARNIES
scatter for cover. Mr. Soggybottom pulls a revolver out of
his clown suit. Loads a silver bullet.
Edward finally succeeds in throwing the beast off. He rolls
to his feet.
The hell hound squares back on its haunches, GROWLING, ready
for another leap. Mr. Soggybottom sheds a clown tear, aiming
the revolver at the dog.
At the last moment…
Edward moves just as Mr. Soggybottom FIRES. The bullet catches
Edward in the shoulder, knocking him down.
The carnies GASP.
Licking its chops, the dog approaches the helpless Edward,
who feels the ground around him, looking for some kind of
weapon. He finds only a small stick. He waves it at the dog,
ready to strike it.
Like magic, the dog’s whole demeanor changes. It bounces
excitedly, ready to play fetch.
Seeing an opportunity, Edward throws the stick as far as he
can. The dog bounds after it,
SMASHING DOWN THREE CARS.
It returns a beat later with the flaming stick, which it
drops at Edward’s feet. Its tail whips back and forth.
It was that night I discovered that
most things you consider evil or
wicked are simply lonely, and lacking
in the social niceties.
Edward throws the stick again. The dog takes off in a new
EXT. FIELD – PRE-DAWN
Exhausted from playing fetch all night, Edward throws the
stick into the woods. The still-spry dog goes after it. It’s
gone for a long time, long enough that Edward becomes
He follows it into the woods.
INT. WOODS – DAWN
Amos Calloway stands up behind a bush, buck naked and hairy.
He still has the stick in his mouth, which he takes out as
Didn’t kill anything, did I?
A few rabbits, but I think one of
them was already dead.
That would explain the indigestion.
Edward tosses him his jacket to cover his privates.
I was wrong about you kid. You may
not have much, but what you got, you
got a lot of. You could get any girl.
There’s only one I want.
Her name is Sandra Templeton. She’s
going to Auburn. The semester’s almost
over, so you better hurry.
Good luck, kid.
Edward walks away. Then starts running. He has to get there
as soon as possible.
Amos sits down and scratches his ear with his foot.
EXT. BIG TOP – DAY
Edward shakes Karl’s giant hand. They hug.
After saying my goodbyes, I hopped
three trains to get to Auburn that
EXT. AUBURN UNIVERSITY – DAY
We DESCEND ON the main quad, to find Edward Bloom dunking
his head in the fountain.
He changes out of his grubby shirt into a new one, just out
of the package. It’s the mid-1960’s, but by the conservative
dress of the passing STUDENTS, it could be any era.
EXT. SORORITY HOUSE – DAY
Edward stands with a bouquet of daffodils in front of a half-
open door. Through the crack we can see the edge of a YOUNG
WOMAN, talking in hushed tones with another girl we can’t
Finally, a decision is reached. The door opens to reveal the
woman of Edward’s dreams, Sandra Kay Templeton. She’s
effortlessly beautiful, pure and simple as sunlight.
He can’t believe he’s finally reached her. He half-laughs,
nervous. That makes her laugh, not sure what’s going on.
You don’t know me, but my name is
Edward Bloom and I am in love with
you. I’ve spent the last three years
working to find out who you are.
I’ve been shot and stabbed and
trampled a few times, had my ribs
broken twice, but it’s all worth it
to see you here, now, and to finally
get to talk to you. Because I am
destined to marry you. I knew that
from the first moment I saw you at
the circus. And I know it now more
ON SANDRA, overwhelmed. All she can finally think of to say
Don’t need to apologize to me. I
mean, I’m the luckiest person you’re
going to find today…
She puts her hand on the door frame. On her left ring finger,
we see a diamond.
No I’m sorry, I… I’m engaged to be
ON EDWARD as his heart falls 20 floors. He tries to suppress
the reaction, put on a brave front.
But you’re wrong. I do know you, at
least by reputation. Edward Bloom
from Ashton. See, I’m actually engaged
to a boy from Ashton. Don Price. He
was a few years older than you.
EXT. CREEPY OLD HOUSE – THE GATE – NIGHT
Young Don Price shines his flashlight on Edward.
VARIOUS H.S. ATHLETIC COMPETITIONS 93
Recapping earlier football, baseball and basketball
highlights, we find Edward beats Don every time.
THE STREET CORNER / ASHTON PARADE
A smoking Don Price crushes his cigarette as Edward leaves
EXT/INT. SORORITY HOUSE – THE DOORWAY
Edward is dumbstruck. With all the strength he can muster…
Well. Congratulations. I’m sorry to
have bothered you.
He turns and walks down the front steps.
She stays in the doorway for a few beats, feeling genuinely
horrible for what’s happened. But eventually she goes back
inside. We hear GIGGLES from inside as her sorority sisters
get to the bottom of this.
Stop it. It’s not funny. That poor
We LEAD Edward as he walks away, tears just starting to form.
Fate has a cruel way of circling
around on you. After all this work
to leave Ashton, the girl I loved
was now engaged to one of its biggest
He EXITS FRAME, leaving only the sorority house in the
There’s a time when a man needs to
fight, and a time when he needs to
accept that his destiny is lost,
that the ship has sailed, and that
only a fool would continue.
A beat. Edward steps back INTO FRAME, looking at the sorority
The truth is, I’ve always been a
We CIRCLE as he shouts:
Sandra Templeton! I love you! And I
am going to marry you!
INT. SORORITY HOUSE FOYER – DAY
Sandra and her SISTERS peer out through the curtains. Is
this guy crazy?
INT. LECTURE HALL – DAY
The tweedy ECONOMICS PROFESSOR continues his explanation.
Sandra isn’t paying a lot of attention.
He switches on the overhead projector without looking at it.
There’s a TITTER from the STUDENTS, but he doesn’t notice.
A classmate nudges Sandra, who looks up. Written on the
projector is “I Love Sandra Templeton.” She’s horrified and
excited at the same time. The professor finally notices what’s
EXT. QUAD – DAY
Walking with her books, Sandra shakes her head, disbelieving.
We look up to the blue sky, where a giant sky-written heart
floats in the wind.
INT. SANDRA’S BEDROOM – [THE NEXT] MORNING
At her Sisters’ prompting, a just-woken Sandra looks out the
second-story window to find the lawn filled with
TEN THOUSAND DAFFODILS.
Edward stands amid the sea of flowers. He’s waited there six
EXT. SORORITY HOUSE – DAY
Sandra walks out to him. She’s smiling, confused, joyful and
scared. All down Greek Street, STUDENTS are coming out to
see the display.
They’re your favorite flower.
How did you get so many?
I called everywhere in five states
and explained this was the only way
I could get my wife to marry me.
Out of nowhere, a tear drops down Sandra’s cheek. She wipes
You don’t even know me.
I have the rest of my life to find
From down the street…
A MAN’S VOICE
It’s Don. Promise me you won’t hurt
If that’s what you want, I swear to
The adult DON PRICE arrives. He’s 230 pounds of football-
playing, Skynyrd-loving, fraternity-proud muscle. And he’s
A gang of his BROTHERS walk behind him.
What the hell are you doing? This is
my girl. Mine!
I didn’t know she belonged to anybody.
Don Price decks him, knocking him down. Edward gets right
back up, but makes no move to defend himself.
Unfazed, Don slugs him again.
What the matter, Bloom? Too scared
to fight back?
I promised I wouldn’t.
A beat. Don shrugs, fine. Then proceeds to kick Edward’s ass
nine ways to Sunday.
While I took the beating of a
lifetime, it was Don Price who was
As the ass-whupping continues, we
INT. FRATERNITY HOUSE BATHROOM – DAY [FLASHFORWARD]
Sitting on the can, Don Price pinches a loaf while reading
the new Playboy.
All the physical activity had worsened
a congenital valve defect. Put simply,
his heart wasn’t strong enough.
Don Price squeezes down hard, trying to shit the unshittable.
Suddenly, he grasps his chest and collapses face-first on
MATCH CUT TO:
EXT. WITCH’S HOUSE / GATE – NIGHT [FLASHBACK]
The same image of Don’s dead face on the tile is reflected
in The Eye.
RETURNING BACK TO:
EXT. THE SORORITY HOUSE – DAY
The thrashing continues. Edward somehow fights his way back
to his feet, ready to be knocked down again.
Don is about to slug Edward again when he turns.
Sandra pulls off her engagement ring. There’s an audible
AHH! from her sisters, and an OHH! from Don’s brothers.
I will never marry you.
A beat. Don stands stunned, his mind reeling.
Edward, whose eyes are swollen almost shut, keeps waiting
for the next punch. Where is it? What’s going on?
What. You love this guy?
He’s almost a stranger and I prefer
him to you.
She hands him the ring. Another beat, then Don storms off.
But not before decking Edward one last time.
Sandra leans over Edward’s broken body. His head lies on the
How can I convince you to stop?
Go out with me.
He smiles, his teeth bloody.
As the crowd of students APPLAUDS and CHEERS, we CRANE UP
above the flowered battlefield.
As it turned out, Sandra was able to
keep her same date at the chapel.
Only the groom had changed.
As the MUSIC reaches a crescendo, we suddenly…
INT. GUEST ROOM – NIGHT [PRESENT]
I thought you said you didn’t have a
Well, we were all set to, but there
was a complication.
He reaches for his glass of water, but Josephine already has
it for him. She watches him while he slowly drinks the entire
glass, thirstier than he imagined. While he’s drinking, we…
INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY – NIGHT [CONTINUOUS]
Will, back from the grocery store, reaches the top of the
stairs. He hears voices coming from the bedroom.
Is it the medicine that’s making you
Truth is, I’ve been thirsty my whole
life. Never really known why.
Will quietly approaches the door, not exactly sneaking, but
not exactly announcing his presence. The door is open a few
inches, letting him look in on his father and his wife.
INTERCUT HALLWAY / BEDROOM
There was one time when I was
You were talking about your wedding.
I didn’t forget. I was just working
on a tangent. See, most men, they’ll
tell a story straight through, and
it won’t be complicated, but it won’t
be interesting either.
I like your stories.
And I like you.
He doesn’t let the moment linger with undue sentimentality.
There’s a story to be told.
Now. The thing about working for a
circus is you don’t have a regular
address, and after three years I had
a lot of undelivered mail.
In the hallway, Will shifts to a new position, letting himself
listen to the story one more time.
During the four weeks I was in the
hospital, the postmaster finally
caught up with me.
INT. HOSPITAL – DAY
Bruised and bandaged, Edward sorts through a big bag of mail
with help from Sandra. He rips open an official-looking
letter. Reading it, his face drops.
FLUTE and DRUM, music rising to a military cadence.
It turned out that while my heart
belonged to Sandra, the rest of my
body belonged to the U.S. Government.
INT. ARMY AIRPLANE – NIGHT
With a buzz cut and paratrooper gear, Edward squats with a
dozen other SOLDIERS. The noise of the ENGINES is deafening,
but Edward is engrossed in an Asian phrasebook.
A hitch in the Army was up to three
years at that point, and having waited
three years just to meet Sandra, I
knew I couldn’t survive being away
from her that long. So I took every
hazardous assignment I could find,
with the hope of getting my time
down to less than a year.
The JUMP LEADER yells…
GO! GO! GO!
One by one the men jump out, their chutes clipped to a main
line. When his time comes, Edward leaps…
…but he’s stuck. His cord is caught up in the assembly.
He twists and struggles, trying to free himself. Looking
down, he can see the white parachutes disappearing into the
darkness. They’re already long gone.
Digging a knife out of his pocket, Edward gets to work cutting
through the cable. It finally POPS. Edward jumps from the
EXT. OUTSIDE STAGE – NIGHT
A THOUSAND CHINESE SOLDIERS sit, bored, watching the
equivalent of a U.S.O. show.
A CHINESE VENTRILOQUIST is on stage with his Communist puppet.
We have no idea what they’re saying to each other, but every
act is fundamentally the same.
The EMCEE comes on to usher him off the stage before he’s
finished. The Ventriloquist protests, but finally gives in.
The Emcee makes a “shoot him in the neck” motion to one of
the ARMED GUARDS off-stage.
EXT. HIGH ABOVE THE STAGE – NIGHT
We LOOK DOWN with Edward, who is drifting right for the stage.
He can’t steer. He’s helpless.
But then, a BLAST of fireworks from the sides of the stage.
The lights go out as a DRUM ROLL begins. It’s just enough
cover for Edward to remain unseen.
He lands with a CLANG on the lighting catwalk above the stage.
He barely grabs on, disconnecting his chute just as the
curtain goes up. Edward looks out at the sea of excited
soldiers. Every one of them would kill him. He’s the legless
cricket left on the anthill.
EXT. ON STAGE
The curtain rises to reveal PING (27) at a microphone. She’s
as gorgeous a woman as you’ll ever see.
She stands with her hips turned in profile. Her body is a
knockout, dress cut to reveal skin. The soldiers are on their
feet, WHISTLING and HOLLERING.
UP ON THE CATWALK, Edward is surprised by an ENEMY SOLDIER.
The two men begin to SCUFFLE.
MUSIC starts, a vampy torch song. Ping sings melody while an
off-stage voice carries perfect harmony.
Sometimes a girl can feel so alone
Without a lover to call her own.
Sometimes it’s so bad, she wants to
Wants to grab the first man she sees
and tear off his clothes.
A ROAR from the soldiers. She knows what they want.
Still fighting, Edward jumps for a pole on the far side of
the catwalk, sliding down it to end up
His determined opponent follows him down.
But she won’t.
No, she can’t.
She needs a special special different
Because that girl,
Who looks like me,
She has wants, but she has needs.
Any of you got needs?
The soldiers ROAR LOUDER, STOMPING on the bleachers.
Backstage, the two men are still fighting.
I’ve had twice the adventure,
Cried double the tears.
Two times the bad times in half the
I need a strong man, because I’ve
Twice the love to give.
For the first time, Ping turns, and now we see why she was
standing in profile. Ping is one-half of
Her identical twin is JING, who’s been singing harmony all
this time. They are two separate women who join at the waist,
one set of perfect legs beneath them.
Edward sees the twins from behind, does a double-take. It
costs him a punch to the jaw.
Say hello, Jing.
(to the crowd)
I’m Ping. She’s Jing. She’s the good
I’m the bad one.
As the MUSIC builds towards the climax, Edward finishes the
fight, knocking the guard out with a right hook.
As Ping and Jing reach the last chorus, they strike a final
pose in the shape of a heart, their arms forming the arches,
their backs forming the curves.
Edward slips behind curtains, trying to get away.
The soldiers are SHOUTING for an encore, lighters waving.
The curtain slowly lowers, revealing
The APPLAUSE dies, replaced by a concerned RUMBLE. The Emcee
yells for the Guards to search.
Ping has no idea what’s happening. Jing reaches into her
cleavage to pull out her eyeglasses.
INT. DRESSING ROOM – NIGHT
As ARMED GUARDS search the halls below the stage, Ping and
Jing shut the door to their dressing room. At the closet,
they start to change outfits. Off-stage, their personalities
become quite apparent: Ping is brash, bitchy and ambitious,
while Jing is quiet, sweet and bookish.
In Chinese, subtitled…
How could you miss your cue? You
make me look like a fool, out there
You weren’t alone.
Ping HUFFS, turning her back on her sister.
Jing reaches deeper into the closet to find a new dress,
exposing Edward’s hiding place. She GASPS. Ping turns to
Who the hell are you?
I’m not going to hurt you.
Damn right you’re not.
Jing grabs her, a hand over her mouth, but it’s too late. A
rifle-toting GUARD looks in.
Pretending to be her bitchy sister —
Tell your men not to bother us! And
lock that door!
The guard obeys. Ping shakes her sister off. Desperately
flipping through his Asian phrasebook, he finds…
Please, I need your help.
What makes you think we’ll help you?
Edward pulls a photo out of his flak jacket. It’s Sandra.
Over the next hour, I described my
love for Sandra Kay Templeton, and
the ordeal that brought me before
them. As it had always been, this
love was my salvation. It was destined
Hearing the story, Jing wipes away a tear. Even Ping is a
We put together an elaborate plan
for escape, involving a whaling ship
to Russia, a barge to Cuba and a
small, dirty canoe to Miami. We all
knew it would be dangerous.
And what are we supposed to do when
we get to America?
I can get you bookings. I know the
biggest man in show business.
EXT. TEMPLETON FAMILY HOUSE – DAY
Sandra checks the mail, hoping for a letter from Edward.
And so the twins and I began our
arduous journey halfway around the
world. Unfortunately, there was no
way to send a message back to America.
A black car pulls up. Two ARMY OFFICERS get out.
And so it was no surprise that the
Army believed I was dead.
Hearing the news, Sandra CRIES OUT. The pain of her shout
makes church bells RING.
EXT. BEHIND THE TEMPLETON HOUSE – DAY
Sandra hangs sheets to dry on the clotheslines, forming a
tunnel of fabric.
After four months, Sandra had gotten
over the worst of the nightmares.
When the phone rang, she didn’t think
it was somehow me calling her. When
a car drove past, she didn’t get up
to check out the window.
Pulling a dress out of the basket, Sandra looks up to see
A MAN’S SILHOUETTE
on the sheet in front of her. She freezes, watching the shadow
ripple across the white fabric, blowing so softly in the
breeze. She knows it can’t be him. He’s dead.
She turns away. With all the strength she can gather, she
hangs up that dress and digs another one out of the basket.
Looking up, she sees not a shadow but Edward himself standing
before her. She GASPS, disbelieving, but his hand is real.
It is destiny.
Without another moment’s hesitation, she kisses him.
filters through soft sheets. We’re under the covers, where a
man’s hand traces the curves of a woman’s bare back. A beat,
then she turns over in bed, revealing her to be
She blinks slowly, just waking up. Will is watching her.
He’s been up for a while. We are actually…
INT. WILL AND JOSEPHINE’S ROOM – DAY
…where the couple stays cocooned under the sheets, a kind
of limbo. A kiss good morning. Legs entangling. Neither wants
to get up.
I talked with your father last night.
A look to say, should I be worried?
You never told me how your parents
They met at Auburn.
What about the details? How they
fell in love. The Circus. The War.
You never told me any of that.
That’s because most of it never
But it’s romantic.
Mmm, what. I know better than to
argue romance with a French woman.
He moves his head out from under the sheet. She follows him
to the “outside.”
Do you love your father?
Everyone loves my father. He’s a
very likeable guy.
Do you love him?
Will doesn’t want to answer yes or no.
You have to understand. When I was
growing up, he was gone more than he
was here. And I started thinking —
maybe he has a second life somewhere
else. With another house, another
family. He leaves us, he goes to
them. Or maybe there is no family.
Maybe he never wanted a family. But
whatever it is, maybe he likes that
second life better. And the reason
he tells all those stories is because
he can’t stand this boring place.
But it’s not true.
What is “true?” I’ve never heard my
father say a single true thing.
Off her silence…
Look, I know why you like him. I
know why everyone likes him. But I
need you to tell me I’m not crazy.
I need you on my side.
I am always on your side. And I think
you should talk to him.
INT. GUEST ROOM – DAY
The family finishes eating breakfast off TV trays set up
around the bed. For his part, Edward is looking better.
Certainly not recovered, but there’s an optimism to his
expression. And for the first time, he’s actually hungry.
He watches as Sandra puts the cap back on the syrup.
Did I ever tell you about how…
Edward is startled.
The maple tree and the Buick. We
I think someone hasn’t.
The tree fell on the car, spilling
the syrup, which attracted the flies,
which got stuck to it and flew off
with the whole car.
But the real story is how I got the
car. You see…
Can we talk?
Sandra SNAPS the cap back on the syrup.
I’m going to get started on dishes.
I’ll help you.
Both women quickly gather plates.
Will and Edward both smile. The women clearly want this to
happen. It settles for a beat after they leave.
Do you know much about icebergs,
Do I? I saw an iceberg once. They
were hauling it down to Texas for
drinking water, only they didn’t
count on an elephant being frozen
inside. The woolly kind. A mammoth.
I’m trying to make a metaphor here.
Then you shouldn’t have started with
a question. Because people want to
answer questions. You should have
started with, “The thing about
The thing about icebergs is you only
see 10 percent of them. The other 90
percent is below the water where you
can’t see it. And that’s what it is
with you Dad. I’m only seeing this
little bit that sticks above the
What, you’re seeing down to my nose?
I have no idea who you are because
you have never told me a single fact.
I’ve told you a thousand facts. That’s
all I do, Will. I tell stories.
You tell lies, Dad. You tell amusing
lies. Stories are what you tell a
five-year old at bedtime. They’re
not elaborate mythologies you maintain
when your son is ten and fifteen and
twenty and thirty. And the thing is,
I believed you. I believed your
stories so much longer than I should
have. And then when I realized that
everything you said was impossible —
everything! — I felt like such a
fool to have trusted you. You were
like Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny
combined. Just as charming and just
You think I’m fake.
Only on the surface. But that’s all
I’ve ever seen.
Edward looks away, angry and disbelieving.
Dad, I’m about to have a kid of my
own here. It would kill me if he
went through his whole life never
It would kill you, huh?
What do you want, Will? Who do you
want me to be?
Yourself. Good, bad, everything.
Just show me who you are for once.
I have been nothing but myself since
the day I was born. And if you can’t
see that, it’s your failing, not
EXT. BACKYARD – DAY
With a skimmer pole, Will cleans the leaves and debris out
of the pool, but it’s a fool’s errand. The pool has long
since gone native, a shiny slick of algae on the surface,
slime covering the cemented rocks.
Suddenly, an underwater shape RIPPLES against the water’s
surface. Will is so startled that he drops the pole, which
disappears into the murky water.
A beat. He looks around, relieved that no one saw that. He
casually walks away.
INT. BASEMENT STORAGE AREA – DAY
The doors open to reveal Sandra, Will and Josephine, staring
into the mouth of oblivion. The storeroom is a museum of
hasty decisions and half-finished projects: partially built
outboard motors, dead bonsai trees, Frankensteinian
lawnmowers. We also find boxes of products Edward used to
Clearing a path, Sandra leads Will to a roll-top desk, its
ribs covered in dust. Two beaten metal file cabinets sit
Your father decided he needed to
have an office, and it wouldn’t do
to have it in the house. You’ll know
better than me what’s important.
With some effort, Will forces up the desktop. With a HISS, a
neighbor’s cat makes a run for it. Will’s getting used to
INT. BASEMENT STORAGE AREA – DAY [LATER]
Will, Sandra and Josephine have worked through two trash
bags of papers to throw out. Looking through a new file,
Sandra makes a small sound. A memory.
What is it?
Sandra hands Will a yellowed telegram. He shares it with
It was during the war. Your father
went missing. They thought he was
Will can’t believe what he’s reading.
That really happened?
Not everything your father says is a
A beat, then Sandra stands.
I’m going to check on him.
I need to lie down for a bit.
Josephine kisses him, then follows Sandra. Will re-reads the
telegram, still bewildered.
Looking for a place to put it, he tucks it into a strange
mechanical hand on the desk. It clamps down automatically.
Will smiles, a memory. He hasn’t thought about this device
in years. We slowly PUSH IN on the telegram, held in the
Edward’s VOICE begins as a memory…
After the war, the sons of Alabama
returned home, looking for work.
Each had an advantage over me. They
were alive, while I was — officially —
INT. DOWNTOWN OFFICE – DAY [STORY]
Edward shakes hands with his new boss, a TOUPEED MAN. The
company is called “Confederated Products.” The OFFICE LADIES
all love Edward.
With my prospects few, I took a job
as a travelling salesman. It suited
me. If there’s one thing you can say
about Edward Bloom, it’s that I am a
EXT. COUNTY FAIR – DAY [STORY]
On a low platform, Edward pitches a brilliant new product to
I’ve travelled from Tennessee to
Timbuktu, and if there’s one thing
people have in common, is we could
all use a hand around the house.
Edward sets down a contraption, which looks something like a
metal lava lamp. Like a flower, it unfolds to reveal five
fingers and a thumb. This is the Hand Around the House.(TM)
Why, with this product you can…
QUICK MONTAGE as he demonstrates:
Open a jar. Open a letter. Scratch
yourself while wearing mittens. Hold
a book. Hold a baby. Hold the dog
away from kittens. It’s strong enough,
you can do a handstand with no hands
Indeed, a remarkably agile Edward is able to support his
entire weight on it. The crowd APPLAUDS.
You can use it to point out important
information. Or dangers. Or beautiful
The hand points a finger at an HEAVYSET MAN IN OVERALLS.
We’re still working on that one.
The crowd LAUGHS.
EXT. A COUNTRY ROAD – DAY
Edward drives, his hand out in the wind.
Soon I added other products, and
other cities, until my territory
stretched from the coast to western
EXT. TRAILER PARK – DAY
Edward kisses his pregnant wife goodbye, as much in love as
I could be gone for weeks at a time.
But every other Friday, I’d put all
the money I’d made into an account
set aside for a proper house with a
white picket fence.
EXT. HORIZON SAVINGS & LOAN – DAY
Establishing this Texas institution, we come…
INT. HORIZON SAVINGS & LOAN – DAY
The bank is busy with the lunch-hour crowd. Taking his place
in line, Edward fills out a deposit slip.
As the line snakes around through the ropes, the man in front
of him gets a look at Edward.
Edward? Edward Bloom?
The man is none other than…
It’s me. Norther Winslow.
I was astonished to see the greatest
poet of both Ashton and Spectre all
the way out in Texas.
The men shake, disbelieving this lucky coincidence.
I don’t believe it!
I want you to know, when you left
Spectre it opened my eyes. There was
a whole life out there that I was
not living. So I travelled. I saw
France, and Africa, half of South
America. Every day a new adventure,
that’s my motto.
That’s great, Norther. I’m happy for
you. I can’t believe I helped.
He’s genuinely proud.
So what are you up to now?
I’m robbing this place.
Reaching the front of the line, Norther pulls two pistols
out of his coat, FIRING both into the ceiling.
SCREAMS all around. The skinny SECURITY GUARD makes a
halfhearted reach for his gun, but Norther waves him off.
The guard takes out his gun and slides it over.
Would you mind grabbing that?
There’s nothing threatening about his delivery — he might
as well be asking for a Budweiser. Still, Edward senses it
would be best to do as he says. He takes the guard’s gun.
(to the crowd)
Now, I want all of you to lie down.
I’m gonna be cleaning out the cash
drawers, and my associate here is
going to handle the vault.
(pointing to a Teller
You help my friend, okay?
The TELLER WOMAN nods.
ANGLE ON Edward, not sure what to do. He has a gun, but he
truly doesn’t want to shoot Norther. The Teller Woman is
already waving him to the back.
He decides he better go.
INT. AT THE VAULT – DAY
The Teller Woman is crying as she works the combination.
Edward feels horrible.
Look, I’m really sorry. I just don’t
want anybody to get hurt.
It’s not that, it’s just…
She pulls open the vault door.
INT. THE VAULT – DAY
The inner sanctum of the Horizon Savings and Loan holds
exactly one folding chair. Nothing else.
…there’s no money. We’re completely
It turned out the savings and loan
had already been robbed — not by
armed bandits, but by speculators in
Texas real estate.
You gotta promise you won’t tell
INT. EDWARD’S CAR – DAY
Edward drives the getaway car, though truthfully they’re
going just a little over the speed limit. No one’s following
them. It’s an empty country road for miles.
Norther HOLLERS with body-tingling joy as he counts the money.
Sixty. Eighty. Four hundred dollars!
Not bad for just the drawers. Let’s
see what you got from the vault.
Edward winces, but doesn’t say anything yet. Digging through
the vault bag, Norther is surprised to find only a single
deposit envelope. He rips it open, revealing just a little
cash inside. Even some dimes and pennies.
This is it? The whole vault.
Edward, it’s got your deposit slip
Caught, Edward has to confess…
Look, I just didn’t want you to go
empty-handed. There’s something you
should know, Norther. You see, the
Edward continues his narration…
I told Norther about the vagaries of
Texas oil money and its effect on
real estate prices, and how lax
enforcement of fiduciary process had
made savings and loans particularly
Hearing this news, Norther was left with one conclusion:
EXT. TEXAS ROAD – DAY
Norther leans in the driver’s side window.
I should go to Wall Street. That’s
where all the money is.
Edward looks over at Norther, the reality sinking in.
I knew then that while my days as a
criminal were over, Norther’s were
The two men wave at each other as Edward drives off. At the
last moment, Norther calls out:
Edward, thank you for the hand!
He’s talking about his Hand Around the House. We HOLD ON
Norther for a beat, dreaming of his future.
When Norther made his first million
dollars, he sent me a check for ten
thousand. I protested, but he said
it was my fee as his career advisor.
EXT. BLOOM HOUSE [MID/LATE ’70’S] – DAY
Sandra is watering the garden. Will (5) runs past her to
greet Edward, just returned from another trip.
Ten thousand dollars is no fortune
to most men. But it was enough to
buy my wife a proper house with a
white picket fence.
We reveal the Bloom house, the nicest one in the neighborhood.
Edward kisses his wife.
And for that, it was all the riches
a man could ever want.
Sandra drops the hose, letting it run on the lawn.
INT. BLOOM HOUSE BATHROOM – DAY [PRESENT]
CLOSE ON Edward’s hand as he turns knobs.
CLOSE ON water SPLASHING into the claw-foot bathtub, which
begins to fill.
Still wearing his pajamas, Edward climbs into the tub.
Carefully lowers himself.
As the water reaches the third button up on his pajama shirt,
Edward suddenly slides
Bubbles rise from his nose for a few beats, then stop. It’s
quiet, except for the distant SPLASHING of water from the
spigot. Edward’s eyes are closed.
A long beat. Another. Then the SPLASHING water goes silent.
Edward opens one eye. The other eye. He sits up to find
sitting on the edge of the tub. She doesn’t seem particularly
worried — her husband has always done this.
I was drying out.
I see. We need to get you one of
those plant misters. We can spray
you like a fern.
He smiles, then pulls his knees up, making room for her in
the tub. A beat while she considers.
Sandra steps out of her sandals and climbs into the tub,
facing him. Her dress is soaked, but she doesn’t mind.
He leans forward and kisses her. When they separate, she has
tears hanging in her eyes.
He wipes them away.
I don’t think I’ll ever dry out.
INT. BASEMENT STORAGE AREA – DAY
Perched awkwardly on a canoe, Will’s made it through another
file cabinet. He goes through the folders page by page, but
usually ends up tossing the whole thing in the trash.
He’s about to toss a file when he stops. Takes another look.
Something doesn’t make sense.
INT. BLOOM HOUSE / STAIRS – DAY
Will is headed upstairs when his mother comes around the
corner with an armful of laundry, including her wet dress.
Is he awake?
He just fell asleep. Josephine’s
She passes him. He turns.
Will quickly debates whether or not to ask her…
Did you and Dad have any other
I suppose your grandmother’s house
when she passed on. But we sold that
right away. Your cousin Shirley bought
So you never bought any land.
Heavens no. We had a hard enough
time keeping the mortgage on this
Will nods, just curious. He continues heading up.
INT. WILL AND JOSEPHINE’S ROOM – DAY
Will changes his shirt. Takes his keys off the nightstand.
EXT. COUNTY ROAD – DAY
Will’s rental car drives past a sign reading, “Ashton, 10
INT. WILL’S CAR – DAY / DRIVING
Will checks the address on one of his father’s files.
EXT. ASHTON GAS – DAY
Will talks to the ATTENDANT, who points him in a direction,
then gestures a series of left, right, left, rights.
EXT. ROAD – DAY
Will drives down a road that seems somewhat familiar. And
then we realize why: a roadsign reads “Welcome to Spectre!”
EXT. A LONE HOUSE – DAY
Sitting at the edge of a swamp, the little two-story feels
lonely, set deep in its lot. Dapples of light break through
the trees, a light breeze swaying the branches.
As Will walks from the car, the WHIRR of cicadas grows. He
checks the number: 33. This is the house. It is surrounded
by a white square-picket fence, identical to his mother’s.
Will notices this.
Reaching the porch, we hear a PIANO playing inside. Badly.
Re-checking the number on a form he’s carrying, Will KNOCKS.
The piano stops.
WOMAN’S VOICE (O.S.)
Go back to the start. Right hand
The piano starts again. FOOTSTEPS.
The door opens to reveal a blonde woman in her 50’s — the
woman from the grocery store. Her name is Jenny Hill.
She and Will are startled to see each other.
I wasn’t expecting you.
Confused, Will checks the name on the form.
Are you Jenny Hill?
I am. And you’re Will. I’ve seen
your picture, that’s how I recognize
you. I almost said something at the
store, but it would have been awkward.
The PIANO STUDENT, a black boy of eight, has stopped. He’s
watching the conversation at the door. Speaking of awkward…
(to the student)
Listen, Kenny. Why don’t we skip the
lesson today? We can go again next
She hands him five dollars out of her pocket.
Do I have to give it back to my Mom?
I won’t tell her if you won’t.
You don’t have to tell him twice. He’s out the door in a
INT. JENNY’S KITCHEN – DAY
While Will sips his iced tea, Jenny flips through a form she
never expected to see again. She hands it back to Will.
How did you know my father?
This was on his sales route, so he
was through here all the time.
Everyone in town knew him.
A beat. Not flinching…
Were you and my father having an
Wow. Wow, you just said it. I was
expecting to dance around this for
another half hour.
I’ve seen him with women. He flirts.
He always has. On some level, I
presumed he was cheating on my mother.
I just never had proof.
She moves, trying to get out of the corner he’s boxed her
into. Once she’s finally free…
Can I ask you a question? Why did
you come here today? If you found
this deed, why didn’t you just ask
Because he’s dying.
A long beat. Jenny is taken back by the suddenness of it.
She’s a tangle of conflicting emotions.
Look, I don’t know how much you want
to know about any of this. You have
one image of your father and it would
be wrong for me to go and change it.
Especially this late in the game.
My father talked about a lot of things
he never did, and I’m sure he did a
lot of things he never talked about.
I’m just trying to reconcile the
Fair enough. Jenny takes a seat across from him at the table.
The first thing you have to
understand, is that your father never
meant to end up here. And yet he
did, twice. The first time, he was
early. The second time, he was late.
INT. EDWARD’S CAR / DRIVING – NIGHT
It’s late, and Edward is pensive.
Those days, your father was working
for himself. If there was one thing
you could say about Edward Bloom,
it’s that he was a social person,
and people took a liking to him. One
night he was returning from three
weeks on the road, when he hit a
thunderstorm unlike any in his life.
The first raindrops hit the windshield. Edward turns on the
INT. EDWARD’S CAR – NIGHT – [THE STORM]
Suddenly, a deluge descends. It’s not even rain anymore —
there’s no space between the drops. It’s like being caught
in a waterfall. It’s that loud.
No choice, Edward stops the car. Puts on the handbrake. Just
as suddenly, the sound changes — no longer pounding, but
softly SPLASHING. The world is close and echoing, because —
EXT. EDWARD’S CAR – NIGHT
— the car is underwater. The tires are still on the road,
but where there used to be air is water.
Three catfish swim in front of his headlights.
INT. THE CAR – NIGHT
Realizing his plight, Edward tries to remain calm. Water is
trickling in through the crack between the window and the
door, but very slowly. For now, he’s fine.
That’s when he sees her — The Girl in the River.
She’s swimming outside the car. While we never see her face
exactly, she remains just as beautiful, just as mysterious,
as the first time we saw her.
She puts her hand to the windshield. He puts his up to meet
hers. And smiles.
FLASH CUT TO:
EXT. FIELD BY DIRT ROAD – DAY
It’s morning, and the sun shines brightly. Birds CHIRP. Trees
drip and the grass shines, still wet from last night’s rain.
Edward gathers the clothes that have spilled out of his
suitcase, which broke open when he dropped it from
which balances precariously ten feet up in an elm tree. As
Edward gathers his last pair of socks, he notices a shiny
piece of metal sticking out of the dirt. He pulls it out,
rubs it off.
It’s a key. It’s the Key to the City he lost years ago.
Fate has a way of circling back on a
man, and taking him by surprise.
EXT. ROAD – DAY
Carrying his busted suitcase, a tired Edward walks toward a
one-street town in the distance. We pass a rusty sign…
“Welcome to Spectre.”
EXT. MAIN STREET – DAY
Amazed and disbelieving, Edward walks down the center of the
road, no cars coming from either direction. He looks up to
find his faded shoes still dangling from the power line,
along with the rest of the town’s.
A man sees things differently at
different times in his life. This
town didn’t seem the same now that
he was older.
EXT. TOWN OF SPECTRE – VARIOUS SHOTS
We look around the town, on and off Main Street. There are
“FOR SALE” signs in many of the windows
A new road had brought the outside
world to Spectre, and with it, banks,
liens and debt. Almost everywhere
you looked, people were bankrupt.
EXT. SPECTRE – DAY
We slowly MOVE THROUGH a foreclosure auction to find Edward
watching. Two very corporate MEN IN SUITS, stick out among
Two different corporations were
looking at buying the town, if they
could get the price low enough. One
wanted to open a chicken processing
plant. The other, a municipal dump.
Either way, Spectre would be
Edward raises his hand.
Everyone turns to look at this new bidder.
And so Edward Bloom decided to buy
the town, in order to save it.
INT. NORTHER WINSLOW’S MANHATTAN – DAY
Edward pitches his plan to Norther.
He was never a wealthy man, but he
had made other men rich, and now he
asked for their favors.
INT./EXT. VARIOUS LOCATIONS – DAY
VARIOUS SHOTS: Expressive and passionate as always, Edward
talks to Ping, Jing and Amos Calloway.
Most of them had never seen Spectre —
they only had Edward’s words to
describe it. That’s all they needed.
He sold them on the dream.
You can structure it as a historical
trust. But you’ll need every
contiguous piece of property. It’s
all or nothing.
As Edward takes notes…
So first he bought the farms. Then
he bought the houses. Then he bought
INT. AL’S COUNTRY – DAY
Finishing up with AL, Edward shakes hands.
Whatever he bought, the people were
not asked to leave or pay rent or
anything. They were just asked to
keep doing as they were doing. In
that way, he could make sure the
town would never die.
EXT. ROAD IN THE SWAMP – DAY
Edward climbs out of his car, the road having literally
stopped. The sun is shining, but it can barely penetrate the
trees’ thick canopy.
Within six months, his trust had
purchased the entire town. With one
In the distance, he sees a shack, so old it’s nearly fallen.
He walks toward it, the marshy ground SQUISHING up around
his feet, soaking the hems of his trousers.
We hear a PIANO playing from inside the shack. Edward KNOCKS
on the half-hung door, which swings open by itself.
INT. SHACK – DAY
The inside is nicer than you’d think, a real home. A fire
burns in the stove, and curtains hang in the windows.
With her back turned to him, Jenny Hill plays the piano.
Edward doesn’t recognize her as the little girl who used to
have a crush on him. Without turning, she says…
You must be Edward Bloom.
How did you know?
She keeps PLAYING.
No one would come out here unless
they had business. And no one would
have business with me except for
you. You’re buying the town.
Apparently I’ve overlooked this one
piece of it, and I’d like to remedy
that. You see, in order for the town
to be preserved, the trust must own
it in its entirety.
So I’ve heard.
I’ll offer you more than it’s worth.
And you know you won’t have to move.
Nothing will change except the name
on the deed, you have my word.
Jenny stops playing, her piece not quite finished. She turns
to face him. Edward still doesn’t recognize her.
Now let me get this straight. You’ll
buy the swamp from me, but I’ll stay
in it. You’ll own the house, but
it’ll still be mine. I’ll be here,
and you’ll come and go as you please
to one place or another. Do I have
Strange to hear it put that way, but —
In so many words, yes.
Then I don’t think so Mr. Bloom. If
nothing is going to change, I’d just
as soon it not change in the way it
hasn’t been changing all this time.
It’s not like you’re going to lose
anything. You can ask anyone in town.
I’ve been nothing if not generous. I
want the best for everyone.
A long beat.
Mr. Bloom, why are you buying this
land? Some sort of midlife crisis?
Instead of buying a convertible, you
buy a town?
He looks at her, puzzled and surprised. No one has really
Helping people makes me happy.
I’m not convinced you should be happy.
I’m sorry. Have I offended you?
She finally turns to face him.
No, you did exactly what you promised.
You came back. I was just expecting
EXT. SPECTRE – NIGHT
Young Jenny Hill watches barefoot Edward leave Spectre for
the first time.
INT. SHACK – DAY
Finally realizing who this woman is…
You’re Beamen’s daughter. Your last
name is different.
I was 18. He was 28. Turns out that
was a big difference.
Before he can say anything more…
I won’t be selling you this house,
I see. I thank you for your time.
A bit bewildered, Edward tips his hat to her as he leaves.
EXT/INT. SWAMP SHACK – DAY
Edward pulls the door shut behind him as he leaves, but it
breaks off in his hands. It’s not the clean exit he was hoping
Inside Jenny looks out, surprised and annoyed.
Edward tries to lift the door back on the hinges, but they
SNAP off. The door frame buckles and the whole shack CREAKS.
He tries to lean the door against the frame, but it keeps
It’s okay, just leave it.
I can get it. I can just…
He leans the door a different way. It holds for a beat then
falls in, SMASHING a small table.
Lord, I’m sorry I…
Please. Go. Just go.
She’s dead serious. Weighing the scales of chivalry, he
finally backs away. Turns and heads back towards his car.
We STAY ON Jenny, watching him go. She’s furious, but there’s
something more in her feelings for him. Something softer.
Most men in that situation would
accept their failure and move on.
But Edward was not like most men.
EXT. SWAMP SHACK ROAD – ANOTHER DAY
With Karl the Giant’s help, Edward unloads a brand new door
from a pickup truck.
EXT. SHACK – DAY
While Jenny watches, half-annoyed, half-amused, Edward tries
to set the door square. Karl pushes against the side of the
house until it fits.
INT. SHACK – ANOTHER DAY
Holding nails between his lips, Edward puts in new windows
himself. Jenny is making soup, laughing at the story he’s
As the months passed, he found more
and more things to fix, until the
shack no longer resembled itself.
EXT. SWAMP – ANOTHER DAY
Edward and Karl cut down a tree, letting in a flood of light.
Through the golden pollen hanging in the air, we RISE UP to
see the shack is now
THE LOVELY HOUSE
we saw before. It’s tiny and white, with black shutters and
a steep roof. A white picket fence. In every detail it is
INT. JENNY’S HOUSE – DAY
Edward is screwing a hat rack into the wall in the foyer.
Jenny leans against the doorframe listening to his story.
And watching him with deepest affection.
Of course, the best part was creating
new material. By the time the twins
and I got to Havana, we had a whole
new routine worked out for them,
with just a ukulele and a harmonica.
Finished with his work, he takes his hat off the chair and
hangs it on the rack. Perfect.
A beat. A look between them. With that last job done, there’s
no reason for him to be staying any longer.
I suppose I should…
He takes his hat off the rack.
You can leave it there.
A beat. Does she really mean it?
She comes closer. Edward holds his ground. She takes his
hand, lifting his hat up to the peg. She’s very close —
just a half-inch from kissing him when —
— Edward gently holds her back.
She freezes, stunned and humiliated. She pulls away.
Don’t. Don’t be embarrassed. I should
never have let you think that…
I am in love with my wife.
And from the moment I saw her until
the moment I die, she’s the only
I’m sorry, Jenny. I am.
With that, he begins to leaves.
She finds a pen and hastily signs the deed to the house.
Hands it to him. With a look, he thanks her. Then goes.
EXT. SPECTRE – MAGIC HOUR
Edward takes a final look at this perfect little town.
One day, Edward Bloom left, and never
returned to the town he’d saved.
He climbs in his car and starts the engine.
EXT. JENNY HILL’S HOUSE – DAY TO NIGHT
As we watch, the swamp begins to overtake the house,
swallowing it in a tangle of vines and mossy branches.
Shoots burst up through the planks in the porch. Snakes
slither through the marsh.
Day becomes night.
As for the girl, the common belief
was that she’d become a witch, and
crazy at that. She became something
of a legend herself.
We REVERSE to find FOUR KIDS looking in through the rusty
iron gate with flashlights. A beat, then they run away.
And the story ended where it began.
INT. JENNY HILL’S KITCHEN – PRESENT DAY
Will and Jenny are still sitting at her table, a pitcher of
iced tea between them.
Logically, you couldn’t be the Witch,
because she was old back when he was
No, it’s logical if you think like
your father. See, to him, there’s
only two women: your mother and
You didn’t become crazy.
Well, therapy. And one day I realized
I was in love with a man who could
never love me back. I was living in
a fairy tale.
Will smiles to hear it called that.
People aren’t like they are in
stories. They hurt each other without
meaning to. They are kind and
unbelievably cruel at the same moment.
Like me, now. I’m not sure I should
have told you any of this.
Her composure is starting to break.
No, I wanted to know. I’m glad I
A long beat, both staring at their iced tea. Jenny is working
herself into more of a state by not talking.
I wanted to meet you for the longest
time. I did.
I envied you so much. The way Eddie
would talk about you when you were
at Missouri, that award you won.
Congratulations, incidentally. And
when you got the job at the A.P.,
everything, he was so proud of you.
I mean, that’s the thing. Every moment
he loved you.
She’s fighting tears, not the first ones she’s shed over
And as brightly as the sun would
shine when he was with me, every
time he left it disappeared. I wanted
to be as important to him as you
were, and I was never going to be. I
was make-believe and his other life,
you, were real.
ANGLE ON Will, sorting through his swirling thoughts.
You knew that, didn’t you?
INT. WILL’S CAR – DAY / DRIVING
Will skips through the stations on the radio, but ultimately
turns it off. He’s trying to think.
EXT. BLOOM HOUSE – DUSK
Will walks up the front steps. There’s a subtle change to
his expression, a dark cloud lifted. He unlocks the door.
INT. BLOOM HOUSE FOYER – DUSK
It’s half-dark and quiet in the house, no talking, no TV.
Will sets his keys on the table.
INT. KITCHEN – DUSK
Will looks in. Empty.
Hello? Mom? Dad?
INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY – DUSK
We follow Will, looking into his and Josephine’s room. He
aims for the guest room at the end of the hall.
INT. GUEST ROOM – DUSK
Looking over his shoulder, we see his father’s bed is empty.
The sheets are in a tangle on the floor.
A beat, then Will half-runs back down the hall. Back down
INT. FOYER – DUSK
Headed out, Will grabs his keys off the table. We LOOK RIGHT,
where the “MESSAGE” light blinks on the answering machine.
INT. HOSPITAL ENTRANCE – NIGHT
The hospital is so new, it’s not even finished — thick
plastic hangs from exposed framing. There’s no one at the
information desk, so Will forges ahead.
INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY – NIGHT
Will reads a directory board, trying to decide the best place
to start. Then, behind him —
He turns to see his wife at a payphone. She hangs up. She
was calling him.
Your father had a stroke. He’s
upstairs with your mom and Dr.
Is he going to be okay?
A beat. How can she answer?
He half-smiles, realizing the idiocy of his question. Of
course his father’s not going to be okay.
What I mean is, will he get back to
the way he was when…
She cuts him off —
No. He won’t. I’m sorry.
And like that, it’s done. We HOLD ON Will, reeling from the
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – NIGHT
Edward sleeps peacefully, just an oxygen tube under his nose.
There are no beeping monitors, no blinking lights. It’s
Sandra squeezes Will’s hand tightly. She’s holding herself
together, but it’s been a tough day.
Dr. Bennett has just gone through the details for the third
I don’t suppose one of us could stay
with him. In case he…
In case he wakes up, one of us should
I’ll stay. Why don’t you go home
with Josephine and I’ll stay tonight.
(to Dr. Bennett)
You’ll call if…
I will. I’ll call.
Mom, do you want some time with Dad?
Yes. Thank you.
A nod, then Will holds the door for Dr. Bennett and Josephine
as they leave. Sandra is alone in the room with her husband.
She neatens his hair. Holds his hand. As she kisses his
fingers, she tweaks her chin with them — his signature move.
INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY – NIGHT
Sandra waits outside the women’s restroom. Her face is a
study in strained composure — acknowledging the inevitable
but refusing to surrender to it.
I’m sorry. It seems every hour I
I know. It was the same when I was
carrying Will. Like clockwork.
The two women start to walk, no hurry.
Do you like it, being pregnant?
I loved it. It sounds peculiar, but
I loved every minute of it. I did.
Eddie was travelling a lot, so he
was gone, but I felt like I always
had a piece of him with me. A little
part of his soul inside me. I could
feel it. It was alive and kicking.
Sandra has accidentally evoked a storm of emotion. She
struggles to keep it in check. Almost a whisper…
I really miss that.
With a few breaths, Sandra tries to hold on. Hold back.
Don’t stop. Don’t.
A beat, then Sandra finally melts. Josephine holds her. The
two women stand together in the hallway, letting the moment
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – NIGHT
Will sits in a chair beside the bed, working through the
crossword puzzle. A KNOCK as Dr. Bennett enters with his
overcoat and bag, ready to leave for the night.
Glad to see you’re not trying to
have a heartfelt talk. It’s one of
my greatest annoyances, when people
talk to those who can’t hear them.
My father and I have an advantage.
We never talk.
Dr. Bennett smiles as he checks Edward’s chart.
How long have you known my father?
Thirty years. Maybe more.
How would you describe him?
Five-eleven. One-eighty. Regulated
How would his son describe him?
Tables turned, Will searches for an answer. He doesn’t have
Dr. Bennett hangs the chart back on the bed.
Did your father ever tell you about
the day you were born?
A thousand times. He caught an
Not that one. The real story. Did he
ever tell you that?
Your mother came in about three in
the afternoon. Her neighbor drove
her, on account of your father was
on business in Wichita. You were
born a week early, but there were no
complications. It was a perfect
delivery. Now, your father was sorry
to miss it, but it wasn’t the custom
for the men to be in the room for
deliveries then, so I can’t see as
it would have been much different
had he been there. And that’s the
real story of how you were born.
A long silence, just the sounds of the hospital, doctors
Not very exciting, is it? And I
suppose if I had to choose between
the true version and an elaborate
one involving a fish and a wedding
ring, I might choose the fancy
version. But that’s just me.
Patting Will’s shoulder, Dr. Bennett leaves. We STAY ON Will
and his father for a long time, then Will takes his pen and
starts making a list.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – VARIOUS SHOTS
Will flips to a new page. The list keeps getting longer.
He smiles, remembering something. On his fourth page, he
looks up at his motionless father. A beat, then we slowly
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – PRE-DAWN
It’s very early morning, and the first blue light of day is
glowing through the vertical blinds. Still in his chair,
Will wakes up a bit at a time. The notepad is on his lap,
the pen in his hand.
He cracks his neck, crooked from sleeping on it wrong. What
woke him up?
He looks to his right. Holds his gaze for a breath.
His father is awake, silently GASPING for breath. His eyes
are open, scared and confused.
Dad! Do you want me to get a nurse?
Edward shakes his head unambiguously. Will already has his
finger on the orange “nurse call” button, but doesn’t push
What can I do? Can I help? Can I get
you something? Water?
Edward nods. Will pours a glass from the pitcher on the
nightstand. He holds it to his father’s lips, but Edward
won’t drink. He pushes it away. He wanted something else.
It takes Edward all his strength to put together each thought.
It’s like he’s only half-there, fighting to hang on to this
Tell me how it happens.
How what happens?
How I go.
ON WILL, realizing…
You mean what you saw in The Eye?
Edward nods. Yes, that’s what he was trying to say.
A long beat.
I don’t know that story, Dad. You
never told me that one.
Will pushes his fingers under his father’s heavy hand, and
holds it. There’s nothing else to do.
Edward looks around, confused and increasingly scared. He
sees the end approaching, but doesn’t know exactly what’s
coming. Without the story, he’s lost.
Fighting the urge to panic —
I can try, Dad. If you help. Just
tell me how it starts.
Will looks around the room, increasingly desperate. He looks
to the nurse call button. He really wants to press it.
ON EDWARD, waiting for Will to begin.
Okay. It’s morning, and you and I
are in the hospital. I’d fallen asleep
in the chair. I wake up and I see
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – DAY [STORY VERSION]
It’s dawn, and the first golden glow is shining through the
(louder and concerned)
We LOOK OVER to find a nimble Edward sitting up in bed,
combing his hair.
Let’s get out of here.
Somehow, you’re better. Different.
You’re getting ready to go. And I
Dad, you’re in no condition to…
But Edward throws back the covers.
There’s a fold-up wheelchair in the
bathroom. Wrap a blanket around me.
As soon as we get off this floor,
we’ll be in the clear.
Will heads for the bathroom. Sure enough, the wheelchair is
Hurry! We don’t have much time.
INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY – DAY
With the blanket draped over his head like a ghost, Edward
points for his son to steer the wheelchair thataway.
They pass a HEAVYSET NURSE, who turns to look.
Rounding a corner, they nearly crash into Dr. Bennett.
Will! I… What are you doing?
Before he can answer, Will spots Edward rolling the chair
himself, pumping both arms. Will dashes to catch up with
The Heavyset Nurse leans out of Edward’s hospital room.
Security! Stop them!
DOWN THE HALL
At the elevators, Sandra and Josephine step out to find Will
and Edward barreling straight at them.
No time to explain! Follow us!
Seeing SECURITY GUARDS heading their way, a quick-thinking
Sandra shoves a nearby cart into them, bowling them down.
INT. ELEVATOR – DAY
Will brakes hard, sliding with both feet. The chair nearly
crashes into the back wall as the doors close.
EXT. PARKING LOT – DAY
Will races Edward down the row, finally reaching the
AT THE CAR
Will lifts his father out of the chair.
I pick you up and you hardly weigh
anything. I can’t explain it.
Will sets him in the passenger seat.
Water. I need water.
Scrambling in back, Will finds a liter of Arrowhead. Hands
it off. Edward unscrews the cap, but instead of drinking it,
he douses himself. Soaks the blanket.
Will pops the trunk. Starts to fold up the wheelchair.
Leave it! We won’t need it.
TIRES SMOKE as the car peals out.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – DAY [REALITY]
TIGHT ON Will, trying to hold back tears as he talks.
And we have to take Glenville to
avoid all the church traffic, because
those damn church people drive too
TIGHT ON Edward, enjoying that detail. He’s focused completely
on Will’s story.
EXT. GLENVILLE BLVD. – DAY [STORY VERSION]
The Chevy slaloms through the Sunday-morning traffic.
Where are we headed?
INT. CHEVY – DAY
Will stops short, the traffic backed up. He HONKS, trying to
get around the jam. But it’s no use.
Then, up ahead, the cars start moving, shoved aside by massive
hands. It’s Karl the Giant, clearing a path by brute force.
Edward leans out the window and waves. Karl waves back.
EXT. ASHTON RIVER – DAY
The same stretch of the river where it all began. A CROWD of
more than 100 waiting.
As we get closer to the river, we
see everybody’s already there. And I
Amos Calloway is here with the circus folk, including Mr.
Soggybottom. We also find Edward’s Mother and Father, the
Mayor, and many others from along the way. No one has aged a
day since we saw them last.
While Ping scans the horizon, Jing nuzzles with her boyfriend,
Norther Winslow. It’s Ping who first spots the Chevrolet.
The crowd CHEERS. The Ashton marching band PLAYS. Jenny Hill
smiles. So does the Old Woman.
We PUSH IN on the Old Woman’s glass eye, where we see…
reflected. This is what he saw.
INT. THE CHEVROLET – DAY
Amazed, Will turns to his father.
Story of my life.
EXT. RIVERSIDE – DAY
Will gets out of the Chevrolet, overwhelmed by the crowd.
Behind him, Sandra, Josephine and Dr. Bennett pull up. Karl
comes just after that.
Crossing to the passenger side, Will lifts his father out.
Strangely, he’s gotten even lighter. Will carries him easily.
Edward pulls off his shoes, tying the laces together. He
hands them to Josephine. She throws them up at the powerline.
They loop over. APPLAUSE and CHEERS.
The crowd parts to let Will and Edward get to the river. As
he passes, Edward shakes some hands, pats some people on the
cheek, and gives others a good poke in the ribs.
And the strange thing is, there’s
not a sad face to be found. Everyone’s
just so glad to see you, and send
you off right.
Will walks into the river, up to his knees. He turns back so
his father can face the crowd. Edward waves.
Goodbye everybody! Farewell! Adieu!
THE CROWD (VARIOUS)
Goodbye Edward! / See ya! / We’ll
But one face is missing from the crowd — Sandra. Will turns
to see she’s already standing in the river beside them.
The reflection of the light off the water gives Sandra an
unearthly glow. She’s more tranquil and more beautiful than
we’ve ever seen her.
My girl in the river.
She kisses him. He tweaks her chin. The crowd HOLLERS in
approval, but their moment remains strangely private. Only
Will is there to witness.
As the kiss ends, Edward tries to pull off his wedding ring.
But it’s stuck. Finally, he sucks on it, pulling it free
with his teeth.
A look to Will, a smile with a glint of gold. Will takes the
ring out of his mouth.
Edward suddenly drops out of Will’s arms with a SPLASH. For
he’s no longer a man, but rather
A FAT CATFISH
swimming at his feet.
We watch as the catfish circles, then heads for deeper water,
Will and his mother stand knee-deep in the water, watching
Edward Bloom swim away into the sunlight. Josephine is back
on the shore, along with the entire crowd.
MUSIC BUILDS to a climax, then…
Down the river, a GIANT FISH suddenly jumps out of the water,
cutting a beautiful arc across the sunset. It then dives
back under with a SPLASH.
CROSSFADE BACK TO:
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – DAY
Will has tears hanging in the corners of his eyes.
You become what you always were. A
very big fish.
And that’s the way it happens.
Edward smiles, proud of both of them. His eyes are so pale
and so open, we can almost see his soul. In every atom of
his body, in every thought, Edward Bloom is entirely happy.
And this is how he goes.
INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY – DAY
Will shuts the door to his father’s room behind him. The
walk to the payphones seems to take a lifetime.
He finds a quarter, starts to dial. He has to squint to see
through the water in his eyes. It’s ringing. And ringing.
The other end answers.
That’s all he can get out before the dam breaks inside him.
He presses closer to the phone, trying to shield himself.
MUSIC begins that will carry us through the next passage.
INT. HOSPITAL RECEPTION – DAY
Will waits at reception as Sandra and Josephine come off the
INT. GUEST ROOM – DAY
Josephine opens the curtains, letting white sunlight in. She
strips the bed.
INT. BEDROOM – DAY
Will and his mother pick out one of Edward’s ties, for Will
to wear at the funeral. Will tries to button the cuffs on
the shirt he borrowed, but they’re the kind that need links.
He goes through the top drawer of the dresser, trying to
find a matching pair. Further down, he finds a ribbon tied
THE KEY TO THE CITY.
He smiles, disbelieving. It’s a real thing.
EXT. CEMETERY / ROAD – DAY
Will helps his mother out of a black sedan. She’s well-
composed, not nearly the wreck we might have expected.
Josephine hugs Dr. Bennett and shakes hands with his WIFE.
The service is crowded, more than 200 people, many more than
As his mother talks to a WELL-WISHER, Will looks left to see
an Oldsmobile parking.
CLOSE ON the license plates. Missouri.
The passenger side opens, but the man who steps out is barely
visible over the door. He shuts it to reveal himself to be
It’s Amos Calloway. Will doesn’t recognize him.
The Driver climbs out, a size 15 foot on the gravel. We TILT
UP to see this man is huge.
This man is KARL, now 55. He’s not 12 feet tall, but at least
CLOSE ON Will, bewildered to see that this man really exists.
EXT. CEMETERY / GRAVESIDE – DAY
As the service gets ready to begin, Will guides his mother
to a seat near the grave.
Sitting beside Will, Josephine spots a stunning ASIAN WOMAN
(50) behind them. A beat later, an identical face with glasses
peers out — the woman’s twin sister.
It’s PING and JING.
Josephine almost GASPS. She elbows Will, who turns to look.
From this angle the sisters seem conjoined, but then Jing
steps forward. They’re really two separate people.
A sea of familiar faces, all of them aged through the years:
BEAMEN, NORTHER WINSLOW, the MAYOR, and ZACKY PRICE.
EXT. CEMETERY – DAY [LATER]
After the service, we see the crowd gathered in small groups.
By the LAUGHTER and hand gestures, we can see they’re telling
stories. They’re telling Edward’s stories.
We find Will watching them.
Have you ever heard a joke so many
times you’ve forgotten why it’s funny?
But then you hear it again and
suddenly it’s new. You remember why
you loved it in the first place.
Will joins in, laughing.
We slowly CIRCLE BEHIND a monument, letting it black out the
EXT. BLOOM HOUSE BACKYARD – DAY [SUMMER]
Will sits on the porch with Sandra and Josephine, watching
his SON play in the pool with two NEIGHBOR KIDS.
(to the other boys)
So he said he’d fight the giant who
was fifteen feet tall.
Dad, that’s right, isn’t it?
Something like that.
See. So he was a giant but my grampa
was going to fight him because he
wasn’t afraid of anything because
he’d seen how he was going to die in
this old lady’s glass eye…
Will smiles as his son continues the tale, which FADES. Sandra
takes Will’s hand in hers, just listening.
That was my father’s final joke I
guess. A man tells his stories so
many times he becomes the stories.
They live on after him.
EXT. RIVER / UNDERWATER – DAY
A fat and happy catfish swims towards us.
And in that way, he becomes immortal.
The fish passes us with a SPLASH.
CUT TO BLACK.
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