EXT. DESERT - EARLY MORNING
A house is burning. Out the windows, flames fly and whip about. The front door creaks and pops, and then bursts open.
Kid (whispering V.O.)
It’s like this: I have nothing but good things to say ‘bout my father...in the company of others. To myself, and with my brother--to each other, I mean--I’m a little more...thoughtful.
It’s like this: I have nothing but good things to say ‘bout my father...in the company of others. To myself, and with my brother--to each other, I mean--I’m a little more...thoughtful.
INT. HOUSE - DAY
The kid, WILL and his brother, JACK, sit with their legs crossed in a small huddle. Their heads almost touch. They whisper.
WILL
I don’t like that.
JACK
What?
WILL
I don’t know. I don’t know.
I don’t like that.
JACK
What?
WILL
I don’t know. I don’t know.