EPILOGUE:

here's how the scene lies--

[silence like the broad gesture of an arm]
We open on a vast field, shot leveling panning the horizon from untouched nature i nto modest suburbs and bleak city neighborhoods as the music very slowly rises--
"Jonny, don't be a hero..."
{note: let's get a better version}
slow zoom into a guy unconsciously slouching into the air, staring at something just beyond us. We close in under his chin as the music crests--

"TURN THAT SHIT OFF!"


[blame this on escape from witch mountain.]