EXT. TYBEE ISLAND. BEACH- DUSK
Two young men, CHRIS and NATE, are at a beach that is lively and beautiful. Wind whips around them just enough to blow tiny grains of sand around. Children run up to the cold water’s edge as it ebbs and flows to shore. They mock its to-and-fro motion.
Nate sits on a sand dune. His darkened sunglasses reflecting the ocean. Chris stands at the water’s edge. He takes his shoes and socks off; he lets the icy water flow over his feet and back out to sea. The water comes in, goes out, and with it, goes the sand beneath his feet. The gritty sand beneath his feet pulls him down with every cycle.
Chris closes his eyes and is in the moment. He hears the seagulls’ calls all around him. The sounds of the waves hitting the shore. He feels the warmth on his skin that had been lost all of these months in the long winter. He begins thinking of the past five days he had spent in Georgia during his spring break.
FADE TO MONTAGE:
-Chris and Nate playing paintball. Nate gets hit on the head. Chris gets shot multiple times in quick succession.
-Chris taking a huge bite of a Newk’s sandwich
-Chris taking pictures of Senoia, Georgia where “The Walking Dead” is shot.
-Chris and Nate shooting posters of Zombies at a shooting range.
-Chris cheering the Black and White Knight at Medieval Times.
-Chris and Nate playing games at Dave and Buster’s.
-Chris and Nate driving in the car through most of Georgia.
-Chris and Nate eating at a restaurant. (Chris watches a large ship with the letters “MOL” on the side cruise around and around the bay.)
EXT.TYBEE ISLAND. BEACH- DUSK
Chris opens his eyes.
He once again takes in the moment. He wholly revels in being ever-present. No thoughts of the future or the past, just here and now.
Is it cold?
Yeah, really cold.
Chris looks back at Nate. He looks disappointed by the revelation that it is cold.
Chris turns back to the ocean.
He looks out and feels small and large at the same time. After all of the traveling he has done, he feels like the world has become smaller. His jaunt home a few hours away. The other side of the Atlantic, but an arm stretch away. He takes pictures of the waves as they roll in.
You know, waves actually start out in the ocean.
Like, far out there. We only see them when they break
on shore. There are these tiny cycles on top of each other
that move the waves forward until they hit the shore and then break
Chris looks back to Nate who nods his head. Chris thinks it is incredibly powerful that all of this is happening. Life has become unpaused in this moment and is happening all around. Some sort of cacophony of majesty just for him. He revels in it.
He looks at the ocean and he notices that the beauty has begun to fade. He wonders how long one can look at beauty before it fades. He asks himself, “How long is paradise, paradise? When does it become nothing?”
He decides he doesn’t want to find out. He looks back at Nate who is still sitting down. Chris walks up next to him.
I am glad we came. It was definitely worth it.
Yeah, it’s beautiful. I like how it was spur of the moment.
Yeah, this is a good way to end the trip.
For sure. I didn’t know what we were going to do.
I knew we were going to find “it”, I just didn’t know what “it” was.
That sounds like the end to a movie or something.
Wide Shot of the beach. The two look miniscule.
Begin “Exit Music (For a Film)” by Radiohead.
FADE TO BLACK