GRAYDEN
Written by Christopher
Michael Carter
FADE IN
INT. ATTIC – DAY
A dark keyhole in a brown trunk.
A MAN
enters and locks it.
GRAYDEN (V.O.)
I never met my father.
The man’s hands tie a thick rope over a ceiling
rafter. He has a wedding band on.
The attic – wooden and bare.
GRAYDEN (V.O.)
He died just before I was born.
The man’s feet abruptly drop down with a stark
jerking sound.
FADE OUT
EXT. CITY SIDEWALK – DAY – ANOTHER TIME
The man (younger) walks in a hurry with a hand in
his jacket. Random pedestrians pass and the city around him is up and running,
nothing run down.
GRAYDEN (V.O.)
I’d like to think he was some kind of superhero but
I know that’s not the case. He had a questionable past.
The man walks into a shop.
MAN (O.S.)
Gimme the money! Now! Now!
He runs out of the building, bumping into random
people on the sidewalk and runs off. Everyone looks at him and in his direction,
appalled.
ANOTHER STREET
A squad car with lights flashing is stopped. Two POLICEMEN in uniform bring the young robber
in handcuffed and place him in the back of the car.
FADE OUT
INT. HOME – DAY - PAST
Little baby GRAYDEN
looks up from his crib.
GRAYDEN (V.O.)
Of course, people were never shy about telling me
about him.
Elderly hands reach in to pinch his cheeks.
OLD LADY (O.S.)
You’re a spittin’ image of the lush, your father.
The OLD LADY
looking down at us – frail, too much
makeup.
OLD LADY
Hopefully the apple fell pretty far.
(Laughing)
Maybe I should check your bottle.
INT. HOME, KITCHEN – DAY – ANOTHER TIME
GRAYDEN - now a young child - sits at the kitchen table eating cereal. He
stops eating and looks up.
GRAYDEN
Mom, how come I don’t have a dad like the other
kids?
Grayden’s MOM
at the sink. She stops washing dishes, still looking down. Saddened and
speechless, she turns and looks at him.
INT. HIGH SCHOOL – DAY - PRESENT
GRAYDEN - now a teenager - is going to his locker.
The halls are full of students talking and heading
to their next class.
GRAYDEN (V.O.)
Despite all that, my family’s tried pretty hard
raising me better. I’m about to graduate high school.
Grayden gets his books out of his locker. A GIRL approaches him from behind. She
puts her hands over his eyes.
TASHA
Guess who?
TASHA – best friend.
GRAYDEN
Hmm… science project gone wrong?
She shoves him.
TASHA
(Laughing)
Jerk.
He turns around to her.
GRAYDEN
(Shrugging)
Well, I was going off of smell.
She sniffs her hand curiously.
TASHA
Oh, I forgot to wash my hands after Bio.
He reacts disgusted, wiping his face.
GRAYDEN
Ugh, thanks a lot.
TASHA
Relax. It’s harmless.
They turn from his locker and start walking down the
hall.
TASHA
Well, Gray?
GRAYDEN
Well, Tasha?
TASHA
You’re turning eighteen tomorrow. What’re the plans?
GRAYDEN
(Looking over at her)
…Plans?
They continue down the hall.
TASHA
C’mon, Grayden. No more birthday blues. You promised
after last year.
GRAYDEN
Who’s blue? I just don’t have plans.
TASHA
You wanna take our pictures and put “Missing Persons”
flyers up in stores?
They laugh.
GRAYDEN
Ha, no. I’ve managed to stay out of trouble thus
far.
TASHA
Graduation’s at the end of the week. You’re in the
clear. Plus, you’re due for something stupid or at least spontaneous.
They stop. Other students still pass by.
GRAYDEN
I agree, but I gotta get to class.
He turns into a classroom.
TASHA
Well, let me know.
She continues walking alone, exiting.
CLASS ROOM
Grayden sits near the back of the class, chewing on
his pen.
TEACHER (O.S.)
I know school’s about done and surely you guys are
gonna get a little crazy. Some of you are going to college, some into the work
force.
Scanning the room – some classmates smirk at each
other and laugh.
Others pay attention and nod in agreement.
TEACHER (O.S.)
Any of you guys know what you want to do with you
lives?
Other students raise their hands. Grayden doesn’t -
he sits thinking to himself.
FADE OUT
INT. HOME, LIVING ROOM - DAY
Grayden enters the front door.
GRAYDEN
Mom, I’m home!
KITCHEN
Mom sits at the table, drinking coffee. Grayden
enters and goes to the fridge.
MOM
How was school?
Grayden gets a bottle of water and takes a drink
before answering.
GRAYDEN
(Nodding)
It was definitely school…
He sits down with her at the table.
MOM
A big week. Graduation and a birthday.
GRAYDEN
Yeah, feels weird. You get so used to something over
the years and then it changes.
MOM
Well, there’s always college so it won’t feel too
much different.
GRAYDEN
Yeah… Not sure if I wanna go right to college or
take a year off.
MOM
Why would you want to take a year off? Why wouldn’t
you want to just keep going and get it done?
GRAYDEN
(Shrugging)
I don’t know.
MOM
Well, just take the summer and think about it.
Grayden nods and stands up and turns to leave the
room.
MOM
Grayden, wait…
Grayden stops and turns back.
MOM
Sit down.
Mom sets her coffee down while he sits.
MOM
I trust tomorrow you and Tasha will be out doing
something for your birthday, so…
Mom gets up and leaves the room. Grayden still sits.
GRAYDEN
(Curious)
Mom?
She returns with a brown trunk and sets it down on
the table.
His eyebrows raise.
GRAYDEN
Huh, what’s this?
Mom sits back down.
Mom
Gray, when your father died, he had a note with him.
In it, it says this was to be saved for your eighteenth birthday.
She has her hand on the chest. She’s nervous.
MOM
Well, here.
She hands him the letter.
GRAYDEN
Okay…
Grayden’s looking down at the letter.
GRAYDEN (V.O.)
Holding my father’s suicide letter in my hands for
the first time left me frozen. He spoke of not being good enough for my mother
and his hopes that I’ll be better than him.
Tears stream down his face. He wipes his face with
his sleeve and inhales.
Mom is fighting tears herself.
Grayden hands the letter back.
GRAYDEN
You kept that all this time?
She has tears in her eyes, choking up.
MOM
…I read it every day.
A look of realization comes over him.
GRAYDEN
So…
(Clears throat)
What is this?
Mom gets up and walks over to the cabinets. She
reaches up and gets something from the top of them.
MOM
I’ve never opened it.
She sits back down.
MOM
I couldn’t do it. It’s meant for you. This is yours.
She places a key in his hand.
GRAYDEN
(Looking at it)
Well, no time like the present.
Grayden unlocks the chest slowly.
Mom taps her nails on the table in anticipation and
nervousness.
The chest is opened.
Its contents: A large manila envelope.
Grayden takes it out.
GRAYDEN
(To the envelope)
Hello. What are you?
Mom wipes tears from her face, interested.
Grayden opens the envelope and pulls out a letter
and begins to read.
GRAYDEN
“To my son,”
His voice merges to his father’s in a voice over.
DAD (V.O.)
I know this seems a bit overdue.
INT. HOME – DAY - PAST
Old grainy family video - Grayden as a toddler on
Christmas morning opening presents, smiling. A big full Christmas tree is
behind him.
DAD (V.O.)
I hope you’re doing well. When I was your age I was
stealing and getting into fights so I hope you haven’t gone down that path. All
that changed when I met your mother.
INT. HOME – DAY - PRESENT
Mom smiles through her tears. Grayden continues
reading.
GRAYDEN
Here’s a photo of your mom on the day we met. I
always kept it.
His hand holds a younger picture of his Mom, with
teased up hair and a big smile. A smile
he doesn’t believe he’s ever seen on her.
He hands her the photo. She’s as shocked as him and
continues to smile and cry.
MOM
(Smiling)
Oh my God.
Something in the envelope catches Grayden’s eye. He
reaches in and takes out a stack of CASH with a little band on it. He looks stunned.
Her look matches his.
They look at each other wide eyed.
FADE OUT
EXT. PARK - DAY
Grayden & Tasha walk in the park.
TASHA
Ten thousand dollars? Honestly I don’t think I’ve
seen more than two.
GRAYDEN
Not so sure I’ve even seen two. He saved it
up through the years of working long nights at a factory.
The two walk out of frame.
The two friends are now sitting on swings.
TASHA
So what are you gonna do with it?
GRAYDEN
I think I’m gonna go away for a little bit. Maybe
clear my head or something.
TASHA
What about college?
GRAYDEN
C’mon, Tosh, you sound like my mom.
Beyond a little kicking at the ground they’re not
swinging.
TASHA
Gray—
GRAYDEN
Tosh, look, I don’t even know what I want to do yet.
I just need to take some time.
TASHA
Well, you might want to figure it out. We’re about
to graduate.
Tasha gets up, pats him on the shoulder and exits. Grayden
stays, thinking.
DAD (V.O.)
I always talked about wanting to travel but always
ended up stuck in this small town. I was working six to seven nights a week to
simply stay afloat. I realized I wasn’t going anywhere and I was bringing your
mom down too. I couldn’t do it anymore.
INT. HOME, LIVING ROOM – DAY
Grayden enters the house and walks through.
MOM’S BEDROOM
Grayden opens the door slightly.
GRAYDEN
(Whispering)
Mom?
Mom’s asleep on top of the covers with the letter in
her hand.
HALLWAY
Grayden shuts the door quietly and exits down the
hall. On the walls are family photos.
FADE OUT
EXT. GRADUATION - DAY
A crowd of freed students, all in blue graduation
caps and gowns.
GRAYDEN (V.O.)
In my father’s letter he spoke of the trappings and
imprisonments of small town life. He saved what he could over time and asked
simply that I take it and go out and see the world.
Grayden goes up to get his diploma.
GRAYDEN (V.O.)
He adored my mother, despite her family’s constant
drive to separate them.
Grayden gets his diploma and shakes the principal’s
hand and turns to the crowd, smiling.
His Mom sits in the large crowd, smiling wide with
tears in her eyes.
GRAYDEN (V.O.)
He thought he wasn’t good enough for her. That he
couldn’t keep her love if he wasn’t something in life or providing enough. …He
was wrong.
FADE OUT
EXT. HOME, FRONT YARD - DAY
Grayden, Tasha, and Mom are loading up the car. They
all hug before he gets in.
GRAYDEN (V.O.)
With all that said, I’m taking my father up on his
last wishes.
The car’s taking off down the street.
The girls, though happy for him, fight the tears
watching him leave. They hold each other standing in the front yard.
The car fades in the distance.
FADE OUT
END
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