(Winnie has frosted Kevin at the point.) And there ya had it. I was living in a world where "go" meant "stop". Where "yes" meant "no". While out there, in the real world...
(Cut to NORCOM lot. Wayne is pushing a mail-cart.) Things were happening. Things that mattered.
WART: Hey, Wayne! Things that made men out of boys.
(Wart dressed in his uniform, stands near a fence, smiling. He salutes. Wayne smiles and claps his hands together.)
WAYNE: What's up?
WART: Hey, hey, man!
(They shake hands and hug.)
(Cut to Arnold living room.)
NORMA: David! Look at you!
JACK: Wart! (Smiles.) Heh-heh.
(Jack and Wart shake hands.)
JACK: It's good to see you!
WART: It's good to be back. (Smiles.)
NORMA: Look at all those medals. Were you wounded?
WART: Ah, it's nothin' really.
WAYNE: Yeah, Mom - he's fine. (Nods.)
WART: Yeah! (Smiles.) It was awesome. Wayne's pal, Dave Wirtshafter...had left for Viet Nam a goofy kid...and he came back...a hero.
JACK: So...was it bad?
WART: Well, you know...(Smiles.)
(Wart looks toward Kevin.)
WART: Hey, man! You haven't changed a bit! (Smiles.)
KEVIN: Yeah! well, uh....I got my driver's license! (Smiles.) On the first try. (Smiles.)
WART: That's great! (Smiles.)
KEVIN: Yeah...
(Kevin's smiles fades slightly as he glances at Wart's medals.)
JACK: Well...we're all very proud of you, son. Very proud.
WAYNE: Yeah! And hey! I got a new room in the basement. It's really cool - you wanna see it? (Smiles.)
WART: Yeah, sure!
WAYNE: Alright! But this much was clear. While the rest of us were playing with Tinkertoys and riding bikes...this guy had been there, earning his stripes. Taking risks.
*
(Kevin goes for sodas under the bleachers at the homecoming game. He sees Wart off by himself.)
KEVIN: Wart!
WART: Hey! How you doin'?
KEVIN: Good. (Smiles.) Good.
(Kevin walks over to Wart.)
WART: Boy. Sure is crowded, isn't it? (Smiles.)
KEVIN: Yeah...
WART: Lotta people.
(Some people walk by.)
GUY: Hey, Wart!
WART: Hey... The funny thing is...out of uniform...he looked like the old..goofy...Wart.
WAYNE: Gangway, scrote!
(Wayne barges past Kevin.)
KEVIN: Watch it, butthead! (Frowns.)
WAYNE: Hey! (Points.) It's "Mr. Butthead" to you.
(Wayne and Wart look at each other and chuckle.)
SPEAKER (V/O): Murderer!
(Wart looks off.)
WART: What was that?
WAYNE: Uh...
(Wayne looks toward Kevin.)
WAYNE: Nothin'.
(Wayne looks at Wart, glances at Kevin, then looks at Wart.)
WAYNE: Hey. Forget it. It didn't mean anything, OK?
KEVIN: Yeah...They probably just...
WART: Yeah, sure. Hey, listen - I'm gonna take a walk, OK?
WAYNE: OK, well I'll go with you. (Gestures.)
WART: Nah, that's OK. Um, I'm gonna check out the old school. I'll be back. (Gestures.) Really - save my seat! (Smiles.)
(Wart exits. Kevin and Wayne look after him.)
WAYNE: Yeah, well, OK. (Gestures.) I'll seeya there! What the heck. You had to figure where he'd been, the guy could take care of himself.
*
(Kevin has finally solen the Central High owl, and is running with it to his car at the baseball field.)
KEVIN: Yes, yes, yes! I made it to the baseball field in about two minutes flat.
KEVIN: I did it. The thing is, I had no plan. No idea what to do next. It didn't matter. All I knew was...
KEVIN: I did it. I'd seen my chance - I'd taken the risk. I'd earned my stripes.
(Kevin looks past the camera, and straightens up slightly.)
KEVIN: Wart? (Frowns.) Wart? Is that you? Wart!
(Kevin starts toward Wart.)
KEVIN: Hey...This is great! (Smiles.) I got it. I got the owl. (Smiles.)
(Kevin hesitates, then frowns.) And I guess that's when I saw it clearly. Sitting on that bench...on the third-base line. And his clothes were in a little pile on the ground.
KEVIN: God.
WAYNE: Wart?
(Wayne is standing behind the chain-link fence.)
WAYNE: Wart?!
(Wayne pushes the gate open and enters. Wayne walks over to Wart.)
WAYNE: Wart, whatchya doin', man?
WART: Nothin'.
(Wayne walks closer, and points.)
WAYNE: Hey, man...it looks like you lost your clothes...
(Wart is looking down, as tears drip off his nose. He hesitates, then nods slightly.)
WART: I know.
(He hesitates, then snorts, then turns and looks toward Wayne.)
WART: Nothin' seems to fit anymore.
(Wayne hesitates, then unbuttons his shirt, then pulls it off.)
WAYNE: Here ya go...
(Wayne holds his shirt out. Wart looks at it.)
WAYNE: Wear mine.
(Wart looks at the shirt. He glances between Wayne and the shirt, and starts to cry. He rises and hugs Wayne. Wayne puts his arms him.)
WAYNE: It's OK. It's OK... They say men are children. But, sometimes...children are men. Maybe that's where the confusion lies. All I knew was...that night...the world seemed suddenly very big. And I felt very small. So I did what I could.
(Kevin kneels down and lets the owl fly away.)
(Cut to the football game. The owl lands on the goalpost.) 1972 was a crazy time.
(The QB throws a pass. The crowd stands and watches the ball. The receiver catches it, and the other players run toward him as he celebrates.) Kids played football...drove cars.
(Shot of the crowd. Some hold up signs.) Went to school...
(The receiver gets lifted onto the shoulders of his team-mates.) Celebrated life.
(The owl on the cross-bar takes a few steps, flaps its wings a few times, then rests.)
(Cut to the baseball field. The stadium is in the far background. Kevin's car is in the center. Wart and Wayne walk past the camera toward the car. Wayne puts his arm around Wart, who is wearing Wayne's shirt. Kevin walks past the camera, following them.) While soldiers - heroes...their brothers, struggled to find their way home from war.
(The camera rises slowly as they pause at the car. Wayne holds the back door open as Wart gets in. Wayne closes the door, then opens the front door and gets in, as Kevin gets in. Fade to black as Kevin starts the car and turns on the headlights.)
(Fade to Kevin's bedroom. The camera pans down from the dark wall, to Kevin, asleep in bed.) While young boys watched, and grew wiser...in their dreams.
Junior year was a time of...exploration, a time for expanding horizons, broadening perspectives, seeking answers to little-known questions. It was an opportunity to grapple with the great issues of our day, which as it happened, boiled down to only two. One was sex.
MISS FARMER: So...now is eveybody paying attention?
*
At eighty-some bucks for labor, plus materials, I'd have enough left from the five hundred to qualify as a small fortune.
CLERK: OK. One-forty-two for the paint. That's twenty-eight for the brushes. Thirty-five for the rollers. And sixteen bucks for the tarp. A very small fortune.
KEVIN: One-forty-two for the paint? How'd you get that? (Frowns.)
CLERK: I added!
(At the Point.) They say you can live a lifetime and never find love. So I guess I was lucky. Because true love crossed my path the first time I met the girl next door - Winnie Cooper.
(Winnie and Kevin are kissing, then Winnie pulls away.)
WINNIE: Kevin, wait!
KEVIN: What's wrong?
WINNIE: Isn't it kinda hot in here?
KEVIN: Feels fine to me. (Smiles.)
(He smiles again, and leans over to kiss her. They kiss passionately.) Winnie and I'd been together longer than any couple I knew. Still, history only goes so far.
(Winnie pulls back.)
WINNIE: Kevin? Kinda like Winnie.
KEVIN: What's the problem?
WINNIE: It's just that...(kiss)...if we don't stop now...(kiss)...I'm afraid I may not be able to later.
KEVIN: Well that's OK, isn't it? (kiss) I mean we love each other. (kiss)
WINNIE: Of course we do.(kiss)
KEVIN: And we've been going together, for what, six years now?
WINNIE: Six-and-a-half. (Smiles.)
(More passionate kissing.) Unfortunately, the mathematics of the situation were open to interpretation. To me, they led forward, to that great unknown.
(Kevin kisses Winnie's neck. She starts to smile.) But to Winnie, they led...
WINNIE (Brightly): Do you remember when we used to ride our bikes up here when we were kids? Back!
(Kevin frowns. They both look off.)
KEVIN: We did?
WINNIE: Yeah...before they built it all up. Now they have all the lights down there, but it used to be all dark.
KEVIN: Oh...yeah.
(He smiles and turns to Winnie. They kiss some more.) See, the great thing about us was that we had this past together.
(Winnie pulls away, looks off and smiles.)
WINNIE: And we went down the hill - we wouldn't even pedal - we would just glide... The bad thing about us was that we had this past together.
KEVIN: You know, Winnie, you just changed the subject.
WINNIE: From what?
KEVIN: Never mind...
(Winnie smiles and snuggles on Kevin's shoulder. Kevin is looking out at the lights.) Not that I minded being part of Winnie's past.
(Winnie reaches forward to the radio, smiles, and snuggles again. Kevin frowns.) It's just, when it came to who I was...
(Kevin sighs, then kisses Winnie on her head, and looks off.) She seemed to regard me as a known quantity.
(Kevin and Jeff are watching Winnie play field-hockey.)
KEVIN: Winnie!
(She pauses, frowns, and runs off.)
KEVIN: Winnie! (To Jeff) I guess she didn't see me.
JEFF: I think she saw you. And that was the problem. Winnie Cooper was treating me like I didn't exist.
KEVIN: I don't get it! I mean, what did I do, anyway?
JEFF: Well, let's see. Off-hand, I'd say you embarrassed her, ruined her reputation, and lied about your relationship. But other than that, you were a perfect gentleman. Never mind the details. It was true. Winnie and I were on the outs.
*
(At a picnic.)
CINDY: Kevin, if you were an animal, what animal would you like to be? You can be any animal you want.
KEVIN: What animal?
CINDY: I bet you'd make a good bird - I can see you flying around...(twirls)...and looking at everything...
KEVIN: Yeah, I guess, uh...a bird...sounds OK.
CINDY: Look there's some swings over there - you want to try 'em out? Lets go try 'em out?!
KEVIN: Uh, you...go ahead. I'll be right over.
CINDY: OK, neat. See you soon, "Mr. Bird"...Bye! Somehow in the cold light of Sunday, Cindy's chirpiness was becoming too chirpy. I missed Winnie more than ever.
*
(Kevin comes home late and finds Jack at the kitchen table. Wayne is leaving, with his bag of things.)
WAYNE: So where's Mom?
JACK: She, uh...went to bed.
WAYNE: I'm gettin' outta here.
JACK: Wayne! Can we talk for a minute?
WAYNE: Dad, there's nothing to talk about. I-I'm doing this, and that's it! (Gestures.)
JACK: Fine! If that's what you have to do. It wasn't exactly the answer Wayne had expected.
JACK: Look, I...just got one thing to say, so bear with me, OK?
(Jack slides the chair out and points to it. Wayne drops his stuff on it and puts his hands in his pockets.)
JACK: You know...I, uh...started working at NORCOM right after the Marines. I was twenty-four, and I thought I was gonna be out of there in no time.
(He looks off and frowns.)
JACK: I was gonna try some different things. Take some chances.
(Jack looks at Wayne.)
JACK: I figured...I had my whole life ahead of me. But before I knew it...there was a family...a home - a mortgage.
(Jack looks off in thought and frowns.)
JACK: And... In a way...I knew it was the hardest thing Dad had ever done. He was speaking from the heart. He was speaking out of love.
JACK: All I'm saying is...
(He frowns and shakes his head.)
WAYNE: Dad! That's your life...Not mine.
(Jack looks off a little mistily.)
WAYNE: I gotta get goin'.
(Wayne picks up his bag and heads for the door. Kevin and Wayne look at each other for a moment, then Wayne walks out.)
WAYNE: Seeya. And then...he was gone. And we were left. And that house...seemed a little emptier.
For most kids I went to high school with, Tuesday and Friday nights meant homework, hanging out, dating - the usual agonies and ecstasies of teenage life. For me, it meant something else - my high school job. I was "Kevin Arnold - Chinese food delivery boy".
(In the restaurant kitchen.) Chong's Chinese restaurant. Where you found harried waiters, agile cooks, Peking ducks, and of course...
MR. CHONG: $%$&*$*(%(&.
KEVIN: Yessir, yessir. Mr. Chong.
MR. CHONG: *$^*(&^)^()*$%#$. After four months on the job, we'd finally learned how to communicate.
MR. CHONG: ^(*&%%&$^(%(!! He yelled...
KEVIN: Well, traffic was a little rough.
MR. CHONG: )&^&*_&*#$@%##!@#^!
KEVIN: Yessir. I'm sorry, sir.
MR. CHONG: #^*(&^*$&^#&^&*! And I made up excuses.
KEVIN: I'm sorry!
KEVIN: I didn't know you knew anything about furniture, Dad.
JACK: I don't...but I'm ready to learn. We got a great crew.
KEVIN: What about NORCOM?
JACK: Figured your mom was right - it's time to take a chance. NORCOM was killing me...(shrugs)...so I left.
KEVIN: What'd they say?
JACK: They said "goodbye".
(Jack is untangling Christmas lights in the garage.)
JACK: Damn these things.
KEVIN: You OK, Dad?
JACK: You know I paid a fortune for these things? Almost four bucks. Yeah. Back in 1946.
KEVIN: You need any help?
JACK: Nah...I got some more lights in this box.
KEVIN: I'll give you a hand.
(Jack has trouble with the cord.)
JACK: Oh, jeez. I can't do anything right. Of course I could see he needed help. Something to lighten the mood - take his mind off things.
KEVIN: I ran into Charlie at the mall.
JACK: How is he?
KEVIN: Well...he went back to NORCOM.
JACK: Yeah, I heard.
KEVIN: Oh. Well, I was just thinking...I bet you could go back. I mean, I bet NORCOM would love to have you back.
JACK: I can't go back, Kevin.
KEVIN: Well, sure you can -
JACK: Listen! Charlie Barrett did not talk me into this. I did it...because I wanted to. I did it...because I had to. I did it...because it was time. Understand?
KEVIN: You got that wrench?
WINNIE: Yeah, here you go... That winter, while everyone else was out partying, Winnie and I...
WINNIE: Maybe it's the alternator. Were taking auto mechanics.
KEVIN: Why do you think that?
WINNIE: 'Cause that's what it was last time. I'd bought the car from my grandfather for a dollar. And I was beginning to think he took me.
KEVIN: I hate this car! Face it. In high-school, the car made the man. And mine...was making me miserable.
(Cut to cafeteria.)
JEFF: Maybe it's time you took it to a mechanic.
KEVIN: I already did.
JEFF: What'd he say?
KEVIN: I don't know. He was, uh...laughing too hard - I couldn't understand him.
*
(On the road in Kevin's car.)
ALICE: I got you a great deal on a car!
CHUCK: All you got me was a lousy set of floormats!
ALICE: Those floormats were top-of-the-line.
CHUCK: They already fell apart!
ALICE: Well, that's because you didn't use them right!
CHUCK: All I did was put my feet on them!
ALICE: Yeah, well your father said he was gonna get that stain out of my blouse... It was like being trapped in the middle of an Excedrin commercial.
ALICE: But he never did!
CHUCK: It's salad oil! You can't get out salad oil!
KEVIN: Guys! (Gestures.) Do you always have to argue like this?
CHUCK: What do you mean?
(Ep 106 - "Ladies and Gentlemen...The Rolling Stones")
(The group has not found the Rolling Stones, again.)
WINNIE: Kevin, I'm really sorry.
KEVIN: Ah, forget about it. What the heck. This wasn't the time for "I told you so's" or rubbing it in.
WINNIE: No, you were the only one who knew how ridiculous we sounded.
KEVIN: Ah, come on. I mean we came here, we had a great time...what more could you ask? It felt pretty good. I was generous, I was non-chalant. I was...
(Kevin bumps into the car behind them.) An idiot! Suddenly my goodwill ebbed.
KEVIN: Now look at what you made me do!
CHUCK: Hey! We weren't driving. And I no longer felt generous.
KEVIN: No! I was driving. And you know why? Because I'm crazy! I knew the Rolling Stones would never show up!
(Kevin kicks the bent bumper.) I was really mad. And my foot hurt a lot.
(After Jeff skips school, Kevin visits him at Jeff's apartment.)
KEVIN: What is it with you? Is everything a joke to you?
JEFF: What do you mean?
KEVIN: I mean, you have an answer for everything - but...you never try and fit in!
JEFF: What are you - Ann Landers? (Gestures.)
KEVIN: What?!
JEFF: There's a proper way to do this...a proper way to do that...I mean, it's really none of your business. OK, if the guy wanted to keep it to himself...fine with me.
KEVIN: Yeah, well...forget it!
JEFF: Hey!
KEVIN: What?
JEFF: You know...
(Jeff stands up quickly and takes a step forward, pointing to himself.)
JEFF: For your information, I didn't ask to move here. I didn't ask to have all my stuff put in a moving van, and come to some new place, and...and meet new people and "fit in"! My family was back there...(jerks his thumb)...and nobody asked me!
KEVIN: So that's it? You're just gonna to sit there...By yourself...?
(Jeff frowns and sighs. He gives Kevin a dismissing wave.)
JEFF: Oh, man, you don't know anything.
*
(In a restaurant in Jeff's hometown.) But the fact was, I still had no idea why we were here.
(A girl walks in and pauses. Jeff stands up.)
JEFF: Julie...
JULIE: Jeff...Hi.
JEFF: I-I-I- had to see you. So h-h-how is everything? I mean...(Gestures.)
JULIE: It's about the same, I mean...well the kids are the same - and the teachers...
JEFF: Yeah...
JULIE: How are things at your school?
JEFF: Well, you know, it's...it's kinda tough when you're the coolest guy there, you know...(They smile.) And suddenly I understood why he'd come - to get back something he was losing.
JULIE: I, uh, finished reading the book of Vonnegut short stories.
JEFF: Oh, you did? D-d-did you like 'em?
JULIE: Yeah. I loved the one where the business-man lets the deer go free. It made me cry.
JEFF: Yeah...Uh, listen, Julie...I-I-I wanted to write you a letter, but-but, uh...I came here, because, uh...
JULIE: I know...(Nods.)
JEFF: Uh, I-I couldn't do this any longer.
JULIE: I know...
JEFF: I met somebody else. But-but-but sh-she'll never replace you, you know.
(Julie smiles and nods.)
JULIE: I met someone, too.
JEFF: Y-Y-You did?
JULIE: But I think about you all the time.
JEFF: Me too...God, I hate this.
(He wipes his eyes slowly. Julie shrugs and looks off.)
JULIE: Yeah, me too. And I guess that's when I knew. He hadn't come to here to hold on...
JULIE: I, uh...guess I better get going...
(She exits, and Jeff watches her leave.) He'd come...to let go.
JEFF: Hey, Kev? Why don't you go out for the wrestling team?
KEVIN: What!?
JEFF: Well why not? I mean you have this weird natural ability, right?
KEVIN: Hey! How much time do I want to spend jammed into some guy's armpit?
*
KEVIN: How could you even call that a practice? I mean, first, I wasn't even ready. And the kid pulled this...pretzel-hold I've never even seen before. I'd about had it.
KEVIN: Why do I put myself through this? After one afternoon, I'd decided to put an end to my wrestling career.
WINNIE: That must really hurt. Then again...
(Winnie kisses Kevin's cheek.)
KEVIN: He also...mashed my chin. It'll probably look a lot worse tomorrow.
(Winnie kisses his chin.)
KEVIN: And you should have seen the guy - he was a giant.
WINNIE: I never knew what it would be like.
KEVIN: What?
WINNIE: You know...dating a jock...
KEVIN: Oh...
WINNIE: I just wish I could make it all better.
(Winnie snuggles closer. Kevin looks at the camera and grins.) So, I decided to give the sport...another chance.
LOUIS: I got plans for this baby! Look, Arnold, you seem to be a trust-worthy kind of guy. Do you know what's gonna happen at exactly two-fifteen today?
KEVIN: Yeah, there's going to be an eclipse.
LOUIS: Nanana, that's not all there's gonna be. They got a toilet at the planetarium. The cherry bomb goes in and then tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom! Maybe he was in some sort of Gestalt therapy...
CHUCK: It's no use. She doesn't want to come out of the ladies' room.
LOUIS: Remember, Arnold, two-fifteen sharp. Cover your ears.
CHUCK: Wait, I thought we were just not supposed to look at the eclipse.
(At the point.)
WINNIE: You're upset about my SAT scores, aren't you?
KEVIN: What? Don't be ridiculous! (Frowns.)
WINNIE: I don't know why you should be.
KEVIN: Well, I'm not. (Frowns.) I mean, how long have I known you?
WINNIE: Almost all my life.
KEVIN: Right. (Frowns.) And in all that time...you never felt like telling me you were smart? Good thing this wasn't bothering me.
WINNIE: Kevin, you knew I was smart! (Frowns.)
KEVIN: In the fourth grade I knew you were good at math, OK? I didn't know you were some kind of Einstein or someone. I mean, gosh, you think you know someone...and then, "bam", you find out they're hiding things from you.
WINNIE: I didn't hide anything. (Frowns.)
KEVIN: Oh? How come you didn't tell me about your test scores?
WINNIE: I don't know! I just...(sighs)...I just thought that...it might hurt your ego.
KEVIN: Ego? Hah! That just goes to show how much you know - I don't even have an ego! Hah-hah!
WINNIE: Kevin, you're acting so stupid about this! Now see, if I had an ego, a remark like that might have really really hurt.
KEVIN: Oh, so now I'm stupid. (Gestures.)
WINNIE: I didn't say you are stupid. (Frowns.) I said you're acting stupid!
KEVIN: Oh, but I guess if I were as smart as you...I'd know exactly what you're talking about, right? All in all...you could say that I was handling this rather maturely.
WINNIE: I have an idea.
(Winnie pauses, shakes her head, then looks forward.)
WINNIE: Let's go home.
KEVIN: Hmmph.
(Kevin starts the car, shakes his head and glances at Winnie.) I couldn't have put it better myself.
(Note: Danica went on to major in math at college.)
*
The bowling alley - the last bastion of male-dom. An island of stability in a changing world, it was about manly things. Like unmuffled clamor, and uncurbed fashion, and grunting and belching. A place that drew real men...like flies.
*
So what if women could influence government, take over big business, dominate education, make the world a better place? In one important respect, we still had a lot to teach them. Yep, when it came to being jerks, they still had a lot to learn.
I guess things never turn out exactly the way you planned. I know they didn't with me. Still, like my dad used to say - traffic's traffic. You go where life takes you. I remember a time, a place, a particular 4th of July. The things I saw in that decade of war and change. I remember how it was, growing up. Among people and places I loved. Most of all, I remember how it was...to leave.
*
Face it. Nothing was going right - my job, my future, my family. Not to mention the last night I'd spent with my girl.
(At "The Point".)
KEVIN: This song is really stupid. I mean, what is someone gonna to do - kiss an envelope or something?
WINNIE: Yeah, I guess so.
KEVIN: Winnie, are you sure you want to do this?
WINNIE: Well, it's a good job.
KEVIN: What - being a lifeguard at some stupid resort?
WINNIE: Kevin, my uncle went through a lot of trouble to get me this job. Besides, what's wrong with being a lifeguard?
KEVIN: Nothing! It's just...(sighs)...you're gonna be so far away. And... Course, what I wanted to say was...how much I'd miss her.
KEVIN: It's just gonna be just - so...inconvenient.
WINNIE: Inconvenient?!
KEVIN: Who's stupid idea was this anyway?
WINNIE: I think it was yours.
KEVIN: Mine?!
WINNIE: You were the one who said that we should spend the summer finding ourselves.
KEVIN: I didn't say that...What I meant was...we should find ourselves, but, you know, still be together. Uh, keep our space, only...not really. Yeah, that was it, in a nutshell.
WINNIE: Kevin, do we have to argue? This is our last night together. I'll think about you every minute. And, well, putting it that way...
KEVIN: Me too. (Smiles.) What was I worried about? We'd think about each other every minute.
WINNIE: I have to start looking for bathing suits.
By that evening I'd come up with a plan - win enough money to buy out the resort, and fire all the life-guards. After that - suicide.
*
HOWIE: Kevin, something's wrong?
KEVIN: Beat it!
MR. DEXTER: Young man, where's your uniform?
KEVIN: Stick it!
(Kevin walks up to Winnie and Eric, who are seated at a table.) The next morning I'd made up my mind.
KEVIN: Winnie?
(Eric stands up.)
ERIC: Hey. I had all night to decide what to do.
KEVIN: I just want you to know...
(Kevin punches Eric. Winnie stands up quickly as Eric falls back on the table.)
KEVIN: I'll be leaving now. Not that I was down or anything. It was the Fourth of July - so call it macaroni. I'd set out to find myself, and ended up losing everything.
*
Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you're in diapers - next day you're gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a place...a town...a house like a lot of other houses...A yard like a lot of other yards...On a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is...after all these years, I still look back...with wonder.
YOUNG BOY: Hey Dad? Wanna play catch? I'll be right there.
