We enjoy warmth because we have been
cold. We appreciate light because we have been in darkness. By the same token,
we can experience joy because we have known sadness.
--David Weatherford
***The scene opens in a
garage of a white home somewhere in Weslaco Texas. The garage looks dusty, old, cluttered…all and all it’s just like
a normal garage owed by anyone in America.
Slowly the scene moves through out the garage. Pictures, tools, and other pieces of material are found through
out the dusty place. Suddenly a noise
is heard from the other side of the garage door. The garage door opens…a man walks into the garage with a trash
bag in his right hand. He’s wearing an
old “Metallica” T-shirt as well as some faded blue jeans. The man starts to walk around the garage
slowly looking around at everything there.
Out of the blue the man drops the trash bag…he stops directly at a
picture. The man picks it up. After a few seconds gazing at the picture he
shakes his head. The scene moves to a
direct shot at the picture…it shows a man with his arm around a girl. Both of them are smiling for the
picture…they look like two of the happiest people in the world. The man throws the picture across the room
shattering the picture frame. An upset
look forms on his face followed by tears…we finally realize who the man is that
is standing in the garage…as well as the man in the picture…it’s none other
than David Dunn.***
DUNN: …why….why me…
***David drops down to
the floor and holds his hands over his face as tears slowly dip out of his
fingertips.***
DUNN: She was…she was here.
***David crawls over to
where it threw the picture frame…he swipes the glass away from the
picture. He then picks up the pictures
and leans back against the wall. David
gazes down at the picture…at Jeannette’s face…suddenly a drop of blood falls on
Jeannette’s face. David holds up his
hand to find slivers of glass jabbed through out his fingertips as well as the
rest of his hand.***
DUNN: …fuck.
***Slowly David starts
taking out the slivers of glass and throwing them on the ground. More blood starts to dip out of his
hand. The picture that he was hold is
now covered in blood. David looks down
at the picture once all the glass has been pulled.***
DUNN: Blood…another word for family.
***David grabs the
picture and tosses it of sight.***
DUNN: Fuck…I can’t be thinking of this shit right
now. I love Jeannette…I will always
love Jeannette…but I have to take everyone’s advice…I have to move on. I have to stick my head in my work…try to
get away from my problems. But how can
I. I'm way off my game. My game's left
the country. It's in Cuernavaca.
***David cracks a
smile.***
DUNN: That’s probably the first time I’ve smiled
since Monday.
***David is about to
get up when he notices a pink sweater hanging off of an old dusty chair. David sits back and thinks for a second.***
DUNN: I remember that sweater…Jeannette was
wearing it that day…hey…I wonder…
***David gets up and
goes over to the sweater…he looks into the sweater pockets and pulls out a
note. He walks back where he was and
sits back down. David then opens the
note.***
DUNN: This is the first love letter I sent her…
I saw you before you
saw me.
I watched you, and I
saw you fall. It was a bright afternoon out in front of your school. You walked
down the steps... and...and I loved you.
I could see your heart. You held it before you for everyone to see. And I
worried that it would be bruised or torn. And more than anything in my life I
wanted to keep it safe... to warm it with my own.
***David crumbles up the note and throws it
away.***
DUNN: I can’t be thinking about this shit right
now…I need to get out of here.
***David gets up and
walks out of the garage.***
***FLASH***
***The scene reopens
inside David’s house…he’s sitting alone in the living room on his lazy boy
chair in a dark corner. Suddenly there
is a knock at the door. David doesn’t
respond. The door opens and Wilson
walks in with Mary in his arms.***
WILSON: Dad?!
***Wilson looks
around the house then walks into the living room.***
WILSON: Dad you in here?
***Wilson walks a little more into the living room when David’s head slips out of the shadows.***
DUNN: What do you want Wilson?
WILSON: Well I brought little Mary over, I thought maybe…
DUNN: I just want to be alone and quiet in a room
with a chair and a fireplace and a tea cozy. I don't even know what a tea cozy
is, but I want one. Instead, I keep getting trouble, which I am more than
willing to share.
WILSON: Dad why do we have to start this now…
DUNN: Because you started it. I just want to be left alone.
WILSON: Look…
***Wilson puts Mary
down softly on the floor.***
WILSON: …you need to get over this dad. You need to just quit the SWF, leave Mary
with me, and go up to the cabin for a few weeks. Just clear your mind of all this shit. Go get drunk, fish, do something.
DUNN: I can’t quit…
***David lowers his
head back into the shadows.***
WILSON: Why not?!
***David leaps out of the shadow of the corner and looks right into Wilson’s eyes. A tear rolls down David’s cheek.***
DUNN: Because it’s all that I have left.
***David turns about
around so he doesn’t have to look at Wilson.***
DUNN: With Jeannette gone my job is all I have
left in the world that I care for. It
doesn’t compare to Jeannette but at least when I’m in that ring…all my hate…all
my anger…all my troubles…they don’t seem all that bad at all. That’s what matters to me right now. Not feeling as bad as I already do.
WILSON: What are you talking about?! You have me, you have a newborn
daughter. I loved Jeannette too. She wasn’t my mother but goddamn she acted
like it. She was more of a mother to me
that Amber ever was. Can’t you see that
you’re not the only person that lost someone they loved. Can’t you see that there are other people in
this world that care about your ass.
Your not alone dad. Your not. The sooner you get that the sooner you’re
going to feel better. There are people
out there that still care for you. Till
cares for you. Stranger than fiction
but it’s true. Brody still cares. Hell I’ve had phone calls from dozen’s of
people that have called just to see how you were doing, if there was anything
they could do to help you.
DUNN: No words or help is going to make me feel any
better. There are no words that can
describe or help what I feel like right now.
It’s not going to heal my pain.
WILSON: It can’t make it worse dad. These people just want to help you.
***David turns
around and grabs Wilson by the top of his shirt.***
DUNN: You don’t get it! I’m the reason she killed herself…
WILSON: I don’t buy that.
DUNN: It’s the truth…it’s my fault. Maybe I wasn’t the best person in the world
to her. Maybe I could have spent more
time with her…maybe I could have told her more how much I loved her…then…maybe
then she wouldn’t have done what she did.
WILSON: Dad I didn’t know Jeannette like you did…but
it was coming. It wasn’t your fault
dad. You could have spent all the time
in the world with her and it wouldn’t have mattered one damn bit.
DUNN: So you say…
***David lets go and
turns around.***
WILSON: So I know.
***Wilson picks up Mary and walks out of the living room, then the house. David still stand there. He just stands there with a blank look on his face.***
DUNN: My job is all I have left in the world…it’s
the only thing that has brought any meaning into my life besides
Jeannette.
***David sits back
down in his chair in the corner.***
DUNN: Stone…I’m not looking past you…I’m not
thinking you’re a push over…I just don’t care about you. I don’t care if you live or die. You think that mean Jeannette left this
mortal world that she took my manhood…she didn’t…she took my heart. She took all of the emotion that I held
dear. Feelings that made me realize
that I wasn’t alone…that’s what she took from me Stone. Something your going to regret her taking as
well. As I said…I don’t care if you
live or die…what makes you think I’ll care when I hurt you…or I decide to just
snap and break your leg…or your neck.
You haven’t thought of that have you…you just think that my whole life
has been turned around that I was just going to pack my bag and go live in the
woods like some freak. I don’t think so
Stone…I don’t think so.
***David leans back into the corner. This time we can’t see his face…all we can hear is his words.***
DUNN: Stone…Hawk…your on borrowed time. For now someone who is really Disposable is
being forced to face you two…I didn’t want to face any one…but…my mind keeps
thinking about things…things that I shouldn’t be thinking about…the loss of
someone you hold dear will do that too you I guess…wrestling is the only way
too keep my mind away from the pain…even if it’s just a brief second…the pain
will be gone…and I can finally stop thinking about her face…her smile…her sweet
voice…take my advice you too…don’t get in my way…or your friends…your family…your
children…will learn the same loss as I have.
***David stays quite
for a second.***
DUNN: ……..enough….said….
***The scene fades
to black.***