Moments of Discovery...

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(Fadein, Cameron Cruise' home in Jacksonville, NC. The camera pans through a few of the rooms until Cruise is found dressed back in jeans and a blue and white striped shirt, lying on the couch. His feet up on a stool, he touches his forehead gently, feeling the spot where his wife hit him.)

CC: Ow...couldn't you have thrown me into a 'Woe and beaten me that way? Ow...

MD: Serves you right....Mercedes walks into the kitchen, comes back with an ice pack, and some Aspirin.) Had things not been the way they are...

DING DONG!!!

MD:...Maybe I would've. Then again I might not. Hold on, I'll be right back.

(Mercedes leaves the room as Cruise grunts abit more about his bruise. Opening the door, she sees a young man who would have the look of a 12-year-old kid, with a Newspaper in his hands.)

BOY: You Mercedes?

(She hesitates, unsure of what's to come.)

MD: Who wants to know?

BOY: Guy said he'd pay me five bucks to give this to you (thrusting the paper in her hands and turns the other way, hauling ass down the street.). LATER!!

MD: WAIT (She calls out in vain.) !! COME BACK!!

(Looking at the boy until he turns the corner of the block, she shakes her head looking at the newspaper. Opening it up, she notices the headline and gasps.)

MD: Dear god....

MAN AWAKENS FROM 17-YEAR COMA STRICKEN WITH AMNESIA.

To Be Continued....

Fadeout.

 

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Part 3.

(Fadein, back in Jacksonville, NC. Cruise and Mercedes just get back from Greensboro, and throw their bags on the couch, still tired from the night before. Cruise, dressed in black jeans and an white "Wrestling is Life..." T-shirt, winces after he takes off his shades, touching the cuts and bruises from his battle with Randalls. As he proceeds to bandage himself up Mercedes, dressed down in blue jeans and a flowered blouse, starts to un-pack, putting her hair in a ponytail in the process. Cruise, finished with the bandages, works out tightness in his body from the trip home and walks over to Devon, unpacking.)

CC: Oh yeah, by the way hon (kisses her lightly on the cheek), thanks for letting me know about Randalls taking your job as sparring partner, I never knew he was trying to make this match a practice session.

MD: (Suddenly irritated) Don't you even start with me, I tried to warn you, that man isn't the same type of opponent you've faced before. Not only that but you lost it. I told you before the match even begun to keep your cool and went out of line.

CC: Oh like you were making every effort to stop me--what's this (notices a folded up newspaper) ? What are you going back into reporting for THE DAILY NEWS again?

MD: What are you talking--hey! Give me that! (Mercedes snatches the newspaper out of Cruise's hands, and places it into her nearby office desk.) That's nothing to worry about, you'll find out if and when I get through with it, okay? Now...(giving a quick peck on the lips and cheek), you go finish up unpacking. I have to go make a couple phone calls before we get ready for your appointment at The Sauna.

(Cruise starts to look abit confused, but then shakes his head and throws his hands up, giving up on the argument and walking out of the room. Watching him leave, Mercedes then grabs her cell phone, dialing numbers.)

MD: Hello Amanda? Uh-huh, we just got back. Yeah, Cameron found the paper....does he know? I don't know, it depends how long he looked at it before I saw him....in my suitcase, with the rest of my things....I know....and as his mother I'm glad you're okay with this....when do I plan on telling him? I don't know, I've only seen this guy a few times....yeah, before I met Cameron....soon I hope, I already contacted the newspaper for information on where he might be....most likely....yeah, I have a flight scheduled for nine-thirty p.m. to Modesto, California...in a couple days....no, but I'm not sure I'm going to tell him anyway....that it's a business trip which I suppose it is anyway....yeah....okay Amanda, I've gotta run, Cam and I have an appointment in a couple hours....yep, that's the one....okay, bye-bye.

(Mercedes hangs up her phone and pockets it, a grimace of concern slowly replacing her look of regard. Going over to her desk, she pulls out the newspaper, looking at the man's face.)

MD: I just hope he's still there.

To Be Continued

Fadeout.

 

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(Fadein to a quiet Modesto, California neighborhood. A couple of kids are seen skateboarding and a couple is seen jogging the sidewalk across the street. The camera pans forward and focuses on a two-story house for about thirty seconds, before cutting to a dining room set-up with all the trimmings. In the room is Mercedes Devon, dressed very business like, with an elder couple who, given the conversation being held, seem very concerned with the information being given to them by Mercedes. We join them in progress...)

MD:....which is why that this is the reason why I'm here.

ELDER MAN: (pausing, his voice very stern) You're absolutely positive you know the son Vanessa and I raised....

Vanessa: Now, Bryan....relax a mom--

BRYAN: Shut it, woman...I may be old, but I'm still the head of the household.

V: What household?? It's just the two of us---

B: I said CAN IT WOMAN!!

V: (Muttering to herself) Senile little...

(Brian rambles something so loud, profound and incoherent at Vanessa that she winces abit and puts up a guard, while Mercedes' eyes widen abit more. He rambles once more, while slamming down the table and pointing out of the room. Vanessa, involuntarily obeying, walks out of the room muttering. Finally, Brian turns back to Mercedes and smiles as if nothing happened.)

B: You say you know my son?

MD: Yes sir, Mister Johnson.

B: Do you have any material evidence to back this up with?

MD: Yes sir, I certainly do.

(She reaches down and produces on the table a briefcase, in which she pulls out the familiar newspaper, and shows him the headline.)

MD: This your son sir (pointing to the picture of the man)?

B: Oh my dear lord....

(Brian produces an envelope with the same newspaper in it, only folded multiple times....)

B: I think we better have a talk with Carter.

To be continued in part 4.

(Fadeout)