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"Better Left Unsaid"
Story and Screenplay by @brian-rhodes
Original Music by @dan-atstarlite
Working Title by @jrcornel
Scenes 55, 56, 57, 58

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      EXT. RIVER BANK - LATER

      Boston and Charlie sitting on the bank, fishing,
      contemplative, near end of day.

                          BOSTON
                I wonder if my Dad liked fishing?

      Boston turns melancholy.

                          BOSTON (CONT'D)
                Mom never told me a thing about
                him... not even why he left us.

      As if he's talking to himself.

                          BOSTON (CONT'D)
                     (Softly)
                I guess I was broken merchandise.

      Charlie looks away. Boston shakes off the melancholy. He
      turns to Charlie.

      They continue to cast. As Boston watches his lure skip across
      the water...

                          BOSTON (CONT'D)
                My Mom loved him big time.
                     (Beat)
                As I got older she got sick. She
                confused me with him.
                     (Beat)
                I let her wear me down.
                     (Beat)
                I loved her though.
                     (Beat)
                Hated him. Still do.

      Boston turns to Charlie, profoundly hurt, looking for
      answers. Charlie is torn apart but is staying composed, tries
      to respond...

                          CHARLIE
                I...

                          BOSTON
                It's so fucked up. Hard to let anyone
                love you when it's difficult to love
                yourself, yeah?

      Charlie is at a loss. He tries.

                          CHARLIE
                Things happen. But wounds heal.

      Charlie can't bear to hear more, so heart breaking he's
      speechless.

                          BOSTON (CONT'D)
                Well, too bad for him! He's missing
                out on a great day.

      Charlie needs a change.

                          CHARLIE (CONT'D)
                Hey, let's go grab a bite.

      Boston nods yes. They begin to pack up.

      EXT. STREET HOT DOG STAND - LATER

      Charlie and Boston holding hot dogs. A street vendor cart is
      nearby. Charlie's sitting at picnic table. Boston stands
      beside. Food's not that appetizing. Charlie, with half a
      mouth full. Boston staring at his dog, suspiciously.

                          CHARLIE
                Eat! It's better than no fish on a
                bun!

      They laugh, settle, then Charlie, tongue-in-cheek.

                          CHARLIE (CONT'D)
                We need to get back. I think I have
                some music to listen to.

      Boston is elated. He takes a big bite. Charlie a bigger bite.
      Both laugh, food falling out of their mouths.

      INT. MONTAGE - NIGHT

      MUSIC OVER:

      SCENE ONE: Boston running a tune for Charlie in Stokers' Back
      Room. Charlie sitting at table. Morphs to: Charlie on chair,
      nearby. Boston sitting on stage edge. Charlie takes guitar,
      demonstrates.

      SCENE TWO: Boston performing in a show to a Stokers'
      audience. Charlie and Curtis sitting together watching.
      Curtis watching Charlie more than Boston. Charlie's eyes
      alight watching Boston.

      SCENE THREE: Boston running a tune in Charlie's flat. Charlie
      offers advice, sings for him. Boston nodding his head in
      agreement. Morphs to: the two sitting on chairs opposite,
      singing together.

      INT. STOKERS' FRONT ROOM - DAY

      Charlie's sitting at a table. He doesn't see Curtis enter.
      Curtis approaches. Charlie sees him last minute as he takes
      bite of his burger, caught off guard.

                          CHARLIE
                Oh! Hi.

      Charlie makes some room.

                          CHARLIE (CONT'D)
                Here. Grab a seat.

      Curtis sits. He's upset.

                          CHARLIE (CONT'D)
                Where you been?

                          CURTIS
                Around.

                          CHARLIE
                You're looking good. What's up?

      Curtis works his way to it.

                          CURTIS
                You know, after that night... I
                thought I'd never see you again.

      Charlie puts down his burger.

                          CHARLIE
                     (Smiling)
                Yet here we are.
                     (Concerned)
                You good with it?

                          CURTIS
                I'm not sure.

      Charlie makes it easier.

                          CHARLIE
                Something on your mind?

      Curtis is hesitant, slowly shakes head yes, blurts it out.

                          CURTIS (CONT'D)
                So... why Boston?

      Charlie sees what's coming, his anxiety rises.

                          CHARLIE
                Why Boston what?

                          CURTIS
                     (Pleading)
                Don't fuck with me Charlie. You know
                what!

      Charlie shakes his head, tries to cool Curtis.

                          CHARLIE
                I think I know what you're asking,
                but...

      Curtis cuts him off, raised voice.

                          CURTIS
                Why? His good looks? His ass?
                     (Emotionally charged)
                Why not me?!

                          CHARLIE
                     (Unnerved)
                Please! Keep your voice down.
                     (Beat)
                It's not what you think, believe me
                Curtis!

                          CURTIS
                Why should I believe you?

                          CHARLIE
                Because I'm asking you to.
                     (Calming)
                Look, Curtis, I care about you. But
                this isn't about you. It's about me
                and Boston.
                     (Beat)
                Please! Trust me? It's not what you
                think.

      Curtis is conflicted, thinking.

                          CURTIS
                You're asking a lot Charlie.

      Charlie listens.

                          CURTIS
                You're a nice guy, but I've known
                Boston a long time. I can't see him
                get hurt.

                          CHARLIE
                     (Sincerely)
                I hear you. It's OK. He won't.

      Curtis settles, Charlie tries to change subject, cool things
      down, holds up his burger.

                          CHARLIE (CONT'D)
                You want half?

      No response, Charlie cuts burger in two, holds up both
      halves.

                          CHARLIE (CONT'D)
                With or without the bite?
                     (Sweetly)
                Come on. Pick one?

      Curtis looks up at Charlie, Curtis is very troubled, tearing
      up, last resorts.

                          CURTIS
                This is so fucked up!

      Curtis, head down, slides off chair, slowly exits. Charlie
      takes a deep breath, tries to calm down.

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