INT. JACK & CARLOS'S LIVING ROOM - DAY
JACK STEVENS (25, wavy blond hair, detail-oriented, classic
leading-man looks) sits on a couch and types on his computer
placed upon a coffee table.
On the wall before him, a large screen TV fills the room
with the sights and sounds of The Macy's Thanksgiving Day
Parade.
Carlos Martinez (28, light-olive skin, long black wavy hair,
spontaneous, devout Catholic) steps into the room in his
bathrobe, absently pushing at his bedhead as he looks from
the TV back to Jack.
CARLOS
Tell me again... what grade are you
in?
Jack stares intently at his computer.
JACK
What?
CARLOS
I can't believe you're watchin' this.
Jack chuckles
JACK
Not watchin'. Just listenin'. It
wouldn't be Thanksgiving without the
sounds of the Macy's Thanksgiving
Day Parade.
CARLOS
For me, it's not Thanksgiving without
the smell of turkey. Which,
unfortunately, we don't have in here.
JACK
Well, you'll get a noseful of that
tonight at The Lord's Diner.
CARLOS
Yeah. We're planning on serving two-
hundred people. You're still comin',
right?
JACK
As long as I get to stand next to
that girl, Jill.
CARLOS
I can arrange that.
Carlos gestures toward Jack's computer.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
You know, you need more in your life
than numbers and money.
JACK
Just checking email for my DNA
results. Nothing yet. It's really
got me rattled.
He clicks on his keyboard.
JACK (CONT'D)
Maybe next year I'll have Thanksgiving
with my biological parents.
Carlos looks up, crosses himself, closes his eyes, and prays.
CARLOS
Lord, if it be Your will, please
guide Jack to the truth he's seeking,
and give him peace in the finding.
(crossing himself)
In the name of the Father, the Son,
and the Holy Spirit. Amen.
He crosses himself again.
Jack stares at him with a smile on his face.
JACK
Thank you, Father Carlos.
Carlos laughs.
CARLOS
No, no. Don't say that. If I was
still at the priory, we'd be serving
six-hundred meals today.
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Gravy and Mashed Potatoes
INT. LORD'S DINER - NIGHT
A large hall filled with tightly packed folding tables and
chairs. PEOPLE of all ages eat their Thanksgiving meals. A
large, undecorated Christmas tree adorns one corner.
Pictures of saints, the Virgin Mary, and Jesus line the walls.
A serving line backs up to a busy kitchen. VOLUNTEERS serve
food cafeteria-style as STREET PEOPLE move through with trays.
Carlos oversees it all from the kitchen.
Jack works on the line, spooning gravy.
Carlos approaches with a pitcher and refills the pan.
JACK
(quietly)
Hey... somebody beat me to mashed
potatoes.
Carlos glances down the line.
CARLOS
Okay... sorry.
Carlos moves down the line, murmurs to the MASHED POTATO
VOLUNTEER. She hands off her scoop, steps away, and walks
over to change places with Jack.
Carlos gestures Jack to move down.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
Jack... mashed potatoes?
JACK
Yeah. Sure.
Jack slides into position next to JILL SMITH (25, blond, as
pretty as Jack is handsome, completely at ease under
pressure). She plates peas, cranberry sauce, and stuffing
with quick precision.
He glances at her anxiously, then puts on a practiced face.
JACK (CONT'D)
Hey! Jill, right?
She glances at him and smiles.
JILL
Yeah.
She leans slightly toward him, raises her nose, and inhales
slowly.
JILL (CONT'D)
Ummm... You smell so good. Tobacco
Vanille?
He gives her an awkward smile.
JACK
Yeah. Tom Ford. How'd you know?
She breathes the fragrance again, softer this time.
JILL
That was my Dad's favorite. I've
always loved it.
He opens his mouth to speak, but he's interrupted when a
WOMAN (60s, eye patch, big smile with crooked, rotting teeth)
steps up.
Jack scoops potatoes.
JACK
There you go. Happy Thanksgiving.
WOMAN
Oh, it is! Another day to be thankful!
JACK
That’s right.
She studies him, then Jill. She points at Jill.
WOMAN
(to Jack)
You be thankful for this one.
He freezes mid-scoop.
WOMAN (CONT'D)
I can tell she's got a beautiful
heart. Good woman. You were meant
for each other. Be thankful.
Jill turns away, trying not to laugh.
JACK
(flustered)
Thank you, ma’am. I will... I mean
I... thank you.
The woman beams and moves on.
Jill covers her mouth, laughing.
Jack tries to recover.
JACK (CONT'D)
Since we're meant for each other...
A tray slides in front of him. He scoops and drops a fist-
sized dollop of potatoes onto the plate.
JACK (CONT'D)
...this feels like a good time to
ask if you’re dating anyone.
JILL
Not currently, no. You?
JACK
No... I’m Jack, by the way.
She bursts out laughing.
JILL
Oh, that's funny. Your intro's a
little late to the game.
(pause)
Do you want to get coffee after this?
His head snaps toward her. He freezes, confused.
Another tray slides in. Jack continues to stare.
MAN
Potatoes?
Jack, still staring, scoops blindly and serves way too much,
then notices.
JACK
(to the man)
That’s... Oh, I’m sorry, that’s... a
lot.
MAN
It's perfect.
The man moves on, thrilled.
Jack, stunned, turns back to Jill.
JACK
Listen, I... I had a whole plan for
this meeting.
(pause)
And none of what's happened so far
was in it.
She chuckles.
JACK (CONT'D)
I maybe skipped a few steps.
JILL
Good. Your plan was too slow.
Another tray. Jill serves, efficient.
JACK
Yes. I’d love coffee.
(pause)
Very much.
JILL
Great.
They fall into rhythm, serving together.
People move through. Quick exchanges, smiles.
JACK
So... do you come here often?
JILL
When work allows.
JACK
What do you do?
JILL
Quantitative finance. Hedge fund.
JACK
I looked at that. Ended up in
actuarial.
JILL
Too slow for me.
(pause)
Did you have a family Thanksgiving?
JACK
No. My family's in Denver. You?
JILL
I stayed with my mom last night. She
lives in Woodstock.
JACK
Vermont?
She nods.
JACK (CONT'D)
I've always wanted to go there.
JILL
It’s quaint.
JACK
I like quaint.
She smiles.
JILL
Me too.
More trays. They serve.
JILL (CONT'D)
My dad died a couple years ago on
Thanksgiving, so it's a tough time
for us.
JACK
Oh, I'm sorry.
JILL
Then we watched the Macy's Parade
this morning. That was a mistake.
Too many memories. Triggered Mom's
depression.
He turns.
JACK
Sorry to hear it, but I'm glad to
hear you watched the parade.
JILL
It's tradition.
JACK
Me, too.
She looks at him.
JILL
Siblings?
JACK
Nope. Only child.
JILL
Me too.
JACK
Wow. What are the odds I’d meet
someone here as spoiled as me?
She laughs.
JILL
Families are complicated.
They continue serving.
JILL (CONT'D)
Where’d you go to school?
JACK
Boston University. You?
JILL
Northeastern.
(pause)
You live alone?
JACK
No.
He gestures back.
JACK (CONT'D)
Carlos and I have an apartment.
JILL
You live with Carlos?
He nods.
JILL (CONT'D)
Then you both should come over. Coffee
at my place. Tonight. My roommate
Gabriella will be there. She worked
here once.
He glances down the now empty line.
JACK
Yeah... yeah. I’ll ask him.
He turns and heads toward Carlos.
INT. KITCHEN THE LORD'S DINER - CONTINUOUS
A simple, well-worn kitchen. Carlos looks up with a small,
satisfied smile. He’d been watching the whole exchange.
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Arrival at Jill's
INT./EXT. JACK'S CAR - OUTSKIRTS OF CONCORD - NIGHT
Jack drives a recent Subaru Outback. Carlos sits beside him.
CARLOS
Okay... something was happening there,
huh?
JACK
Oh, you think?
Jack laughs, still riding a high.
JACK (CONT'D)
She asked me out before I even
introduced myself.
CARLOS
Seriously?
JACK
Yeah. She skipped, like... six steps.
Carlos laughs.
GPS
Turn left at the next light. Then go
two-tenths of a mile. Your destination
is on the right.
JACK
And get this... she's a hedge fund
manager.
CARLOS
Of course, she is.
JACK
She actually gets numbers, Carlos.
And she looks like... that!
CARLOS
Yeah.
(pause)
Impressive data set.
He grins.
JACK
Oh, and I think you know her roommate.
She was on the serving line once.
CARLOS
Maybe.
JACK
Gabriella.
Carlos reacts immediately.
CARLOS
Gabri... yeah.
(pause)
I remember.
JACK
She good?
CARLOS
Well, good lookin'.
(pause)
But she’s... precise. She leveled
off each scoop of potatoes with a
table knife.
Jack's lost in his thoughts.
JACK
I just don’t meet many women who are
into math.
He makes a turn.
CARLOS
That’s because you don’t meet many
women. You're working all the time.
JACK
Hey, it’s a new job. I’ve gotta prove
myself.
CARLOS
Yeah, and that's your problem.
GPS (V.O.)
You have reached your destination.
They pull up to a two-story apartment complex in a middle-
class neighborhood.
INT. JILL'S APARTMENT COMPLEX HALLWAY
Jack and Carlos pass by several apartments and stop in front
of one.
Jack knocks. They wait.
JILL (O.S.)
Just a minute!
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Cleanliness, Quizzes, and an Undecorated Tree
INT. JILL & GABRIELLA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
GABRIELLA ORTIZ, (25, uptight, makeup cover-girl perfect,
olive skin, dark glossy hair pulled back in a tight ponytail)
moves quickly through the apartment, straightening, aligning,
restoring order. An undecorated Christmas tree stands in the
corner.
She looks at Jill, deeply dissatisfied.
GABRIELLA
Really, Jill? They’re already here?
(MORE)
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
I barely had time to touch up my
makeup.
Jill puts a finger to her lips.
JILL
Shhh. It’s fine.
GABRIELLA
(stage whisper)
No, it’s not. Look at the tree.
Jill glances.
JILL
Yeah... what?
GABRIELLA
A Christmas tree is meant to be
bought, cut off at the bottom within
half an hour, put in the stand,
watered, and decorated.
JILL
Okay. The guys are waiting so--
GABRIELLA
But this tree is incomplete because
you didn't tell me that guests were
coming.
JILL
They won't mind.
GABRIELLA
Well, I do! There's a correct way to
do things.
JILL
Did you write down some questions?
GABRIELLA
Unlaminated.
JILL
Look at me.
Gabriella turns.
JILL (CONT’D) (CONT'D)
You look great. Now smile.
Jill opens the door.
JACK
Hey!
JILL
Welcome. Come in.
GABRIELLA
Shoes off, please.
They pause. Jill points to a plastic tray.
They remove their shoes. Carlos notices a hole in his sock,
wiggles his toe.
CARLOS
If I’d known, I’d have worn my good
pair.
JILL
Jack, Carlos... this is Gabriella.
JACK
Hi. Nice to meet you.
CARLOS
We met at the diner once.
He looks at her with interest.
GABRIELLA
Yes. Have either of you been to Japan?
They exchange a look.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
I haven't either, but I think their
custom of removing their shoes before
entering a home makes perfect sense.
JILL
Gabriella keeps things clean.
GABRIELLA
Yes, please excuse the tree.
They look at it.
JACK
Why?
GABRIELLA
It’s undecorated.
CARLOS
Probably not the tree’s fault.
Jack and Carlos chuckle, then stop when Gabriella glares at
Jill. She regains composure.
GABRIELLA
Cleanliness is next to godliness.
CARLOS
Do you know who said that?
She freezes.
GABRIELLA
What?
CARLOS
Cleanliness is next to godliness. Do
you know who first said that?
GABRIELLA
No.
CARLOS
Founder of the Methodist Church,
John Wesley.
A long pause.
GABRIELLA
Well... I like what he said, anyway.
Jill gestures toward the adjoining room.
JILL
How 'bout something to drink, guys?
Jill gestures toward the adjoining room, puts her hand on
Jack's shoulder, and sniffs his cologne.
JILL (CONT'D)
Ummmm.
Jack smiles.
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Coffee and Chaos
INT. JILL & GABRIELLA'S KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
Warm, orderly, colorful. Everything labeled and placed with
care. A crucifix hangs over the sink.
JILL
We have coffee, tea, chai...
(opens fridge)
...or half and half.
Everyone but Gabriella laughs.
JACK
Coffee. I’ll be up late anyway.
CARLOS
Same.
JILL
Good.
She glances at Gabriella.
JILL (CONT'D)
That’s her specialty.
A small table is set for four.
JILL (CONT’D) (CONT'D)
Grab a chair.
They move.
GABRIELLA
No, no!
She repositions chairs precisely.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
Jack here. Carlos here.
Jill smiles.
JILL
(to the men)
Ah, you're asking if it matters?
She smiles, looks at Jack, and winks.
JILL (CONT'D)
Yes, it does.
GABRIELLA (CONT’D)
(to Jill)
Thank you.
Gabriella wipes an already spotless counter. She aligns four
cups on a tray. She straightens the handle on the moka pot
so it sits perfectly parallel to the stove edge.
She fills the bottom chamber of the moka pot for four cups,
packs the coffee grounds evenly, smooths the top with her
finger, wipes the rim, then tightens the top with a precise
twist.
She levels each spoonful of sugar with the edge of a knife.
Jill turns to Jack and Carlos and speaks playfully so
Gabriella will hear.
JILL
And watch carefully now. She will
stir each cup exactly five times...
Gabriella begins to stir.
JILL (CONT'D)
And if she miscounts, we don't make
eye contact.
Gabriella stops mid-stir.
Everyone freezes.
JILL (CONT'D)
We just move on with our lives.
Gabriella smiles and finishes the stir.
GABRIELLA
You'll appreciate the flavor of
precision.
She brings coffee and mantecaditos to the table.
GABRIELLA (CONT’D) (CONT'D)
Esta fuerte, como debe ser.
CARLOS
Perfecto. Justo como me gusta.
Gabriella perks up.
GABRIELLA
You’re Puerto Rican?
CARLOS
Costa Rican. My grandparents.
GABRIELLA
You can’t get good mantecaditos here.
I make my own.
He takes one. He holds it up, admiring it and her.
CARLOS
My grandmother used to make these.
He takes a bite.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
Mmm. Very good.
GABRIELLA
As good as your grandmother's?
He hesitates.
CARLOS
Claro que sí.
She gives him a warm smile.
JILL
So, Jack... what brought you to
Concord?
He looks uneasy.
JACK
My fiancée.
Jill freezes. He notices.
JACK (CONT'D)
No, no. She broke it off.
(pause, then softly)
It wasn’t a fun time... at all.
She relaxes. She uses her phone to turn on some music. Bach's
"Goldberg Variations" fills the room.
JACK (CONT'D)
Bach! I used to study to this. I
love it.
JILL
Me too! My dad taught music at
Dartmouth. He'd go on and on about
the symmetry, the counterpoint, the
recursive structures, and variations
on a theme. So great!
Carlos looks at Gabriella, who looks back at him.
CARLOS
I was trackin' things pretty well
'til Bach showed up.
They laugh.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
My study music was "The Songs from
the Weston Priory".
JILL
Which we all have on our playlist.
All but Gabriella laugh again. Gabriella removes from her
back pocket a piece of white paper. She unfolds it. Carlos
looks at her with surprise as she begins to read.
GABRIELLA
I'd like to ask you, Carlos, about
your... diner.
CARLOS
It's not mine. It's the Lord's, hence
the name.
GABRIELLA
But you're in charge of running it?
CARLOS
Yes, I am... with the Lord's help.
Or maybe I should say the Lord runs
it with my help.
GABRIELLA
Do you remember that I came there
one night to help Jill?
CARLOS
I do.
GABRIELLA
Do you blame the God of order for
the chaos I found there?
Jill interrupts carefully.
JILL
I agree that maybe things could be a
bit more organized.
Carlos sighs deeply.
CARLOS
What we're doing seems to be working.
As they say, if it ain't broke, don't
fix it.
Gabriella raises her eyebrows.
GABRIELLA
Another saying by John Weston?
CARLOS
Wesley. No. I'm trying to leave room
for the Holy Spirit. I don't want to
control everything.
GABRIELLA
But...
She looks at her paper. She reads.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
There is a right way to do things,
and we're responsible for our actions.
Do you agree?
They hold each other's gaze.
Jill reaches across the table and takes Gabriella's hand.
JILL
Great coffee, Gabriella. As usual.
JACK
The best. Honest. It's the best.
Gabriella turns and looks at them.
GABRIELLA
Because it was made the right way.
She stands up, bumps the table, and everything rattles.
She freezes, horrified.
GABRIELLA (CONT’D) (CONT'D)
¡Ay, Dios mío! Perdón—
CARLOS
You’re okay.
He puts a hand on her shoulder.
She exhales.
GABRIELLA
I hate that.
JILL
I’ve got an idea.
(to Carlos)
You don’t like plans. I do.
(pause)
Midnight Merriment tomorrow. It goes
from five 'til midnight or whenever
the food runs out.
JACK
What is it?
JILL
Christmas market, festival, music,
crafts, fire pits, s’mores. So fun.
JACK
I’m in.
Carlos hesitates.
CARLOS
I can’t get there 'til about eight.
JILL
Eight, then.
They look to Gabriella.
She considers.
GABRIELLA
You know I love Christmas.
(pause)
Yes. Okay.
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Frustration and Friendship
INT. JACK'S HOME OFFICE - MORNING
A small, bright space. The desk is a clean, modern slab of
light wood, wide enough for two monitors.
The walls are mostly bare except for one framed print, a
minimalist map of New England.
Neat bookshelves. A row of actuarial textbooks, a few finance
and statistics titles, a couple of sci-fi novels.
Jack drinks a fruit smoothie, and stares at a monitor.
Carlos stumbles in, hair in disarray.
CARLOS
Any results yet?
JACK
Nothing. I can't understand why this
is taking so long.
CARLOS
Yeah. Just remember, God's in control.
JACK
Doesn't really help me.
Carlos sighs.
JACK (CONT'D)
I've been wondering about my
biological parents my whole life.
What they're like. Why they gave me
up. Do I have any siblings? How will
they respond if I contact them?
CARLOS
Lots of questions. Here's another
one. What do you think about Jill?
JACK
Well, as you know, we're meant for
each other.
Carlos laughs.
JACK (CONT'D)
And she's... so beautiful. We have a
lot in common. Like my mom would
say, almost like two peas in a pod.
(pause)
What about you? What did you think
of Gabriella?
CARLOS
You're seeing us as a potential
couple?
JACK
I mean... they say opposites attract.
CARLOS
Yeah, I think they're right. I do
think she's...
He searches for the word
CARLOS (CONT'D)
... gorgeous. And she's from Puerto
Rico... Catholic.
(pause)
And maybe a little... nuts.
They laugh.
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Morning Misunderstanding
INT. JILL & GABRIELLA'S KITCHEN - MORNING
The kitchen is pristine.
Gabriella sits at the table, pushed neatly back into the
corner. She wears silk pajamas that look nearly pressed. In
front of her: a perfectly arranged breakfast, a fried egg in
a clean circle on toast and two parallel strips of bacon.
She sips her coffee.
Jill enters wearing an old sweatshirt and sweatpants.
GABRIELLA
Coffee ready?
JILL
Of course.
Jill pours herself a cup and sits down.
GABRIELLA
I need to apologize.
JILL
About what?
GABRIELLA
About last night. I was really
bothered when you invited them over
without asking me or giving me time
to even consider the idea. You know
how I feel about this kind of thing,
Jill. What were you thinking?!
Jill stares at her, dumbfounded.
JILL
(deadpan)
You really need to work on your
apologies.
GABRIELLA
I apologize for being so... testy. I
really enjoyed the evening.
JILL
Really?
GABRIELLA
Yes.
JILL
And what did you think of him?
Gabriella looks down, slightly embarrassed.
GABRIELLA
I think he’s wonderful. Very kind.
And so handsome.
Jill smiles.
JILL
I think you’re right.
(pause)
And what do you think of Carlos?
Gabriella looks up, surprised.
GABRIELLA
That’s who I was talking about.
Jill blinks.
JILL
You thought Carlos was wonderful?
GABRIELLA
(defensive)
Yes. Are you surprised?
JILL
A little bit! You were pretty tough
on him, Gabe.
GABRIELLA
What do you mean?
JILL
All the chaos at the diner. You laid
it on pretty thick.
GABRIELLA
It didn't feel that way to me. I
sort of felt like we hit it off.
JILL
No, Gabriella. You need to be more
aware of how what you say effects
other people.
Gabriella looks down, embarrassed.
GABRIELLA
That's the story of my life.
She looks up.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
I like that he’s from Costa Rica.
What are the odds of that here... in
New Hampshire?
Jill shakes her head, amused, and takes a sip of coffee.
JILL
Well, we’ll see how it goes tonight.
You probably oughta laminate.
GABRIELLA
I will.
She reaches over and straightens Jill's mug.
JILL
Carlos may be the one to loosen you
up a bit.
GABRIELLA
Do you think he might want to do
that?
JILL
Maybe.
GABRIELLA
And what about Jack? You like him?
Jill looks off, thinking. Then a small smile.
JILL
Yes... I think so. There’s just
something about him that feels... I
don’t know... easy... comfortable.
Gabriella studies Jill's sweatshirt. She points at it.
GABRIELLA
You mean like that?
Jill looks down and laughs.
JILL
Yeah.
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8 -
S'mores and Carols Under the Golden Dome
EXT. CITY PLAZA, CONCORD, NH - NIGHT
The golden dome of the State House glows above a festive
crowd. People bundled in coats, scarves, and knit hats move
through the plaza.
Carolers in Dickens-era attire sing as families, teenagers,
and couples weave between open shops.
Jack, Jill, Carlos, and Gabriella stand near a fire pit,
roasting marshmallows.
JACK
Thanks for suggesting this. It’s
great.
GABRIELLA
Careful, Jack!
Jack's marshmallow bursts into flames. He quickly blows it
out.
JACK
Oh well. I guess I like ’em a little
charred.
Gabriella raises an eyebrow.
Jill notices Gabriella’s s’mores ingredients arranged with
precision on a napkin. Chocolate neatly divided, graham
crackers aligned, marshmallows in two perfect rows.
She looks at Gabriella and smiles, amused.
JILL
(to Gabriella)
Perfect.
They assemble their s’mores.
Gabriella lifts hers and smiles at the others.
GABRIELLA
Buen provecho!
They all take a bite.
JACK
Yum. Just like I remember... burned
beyond recognition.
Jill and Gabriella laugh.
Carlos gives Gabriella a playful look.
CARLOS
These are the most organized s’mores
I’ve ever seen.
GABRIELLA
There’s a proper way to do it.
JILL
What do you say we warm up in Eagle
Square and check out some crafts?
GABRIELLA
That would be nice.
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Holiday Lights and Note Cards
EXT. EAGLE SQUARE ATRIUM - NIGHT
A small open plaza nestles below the historic clock tower on
Main Street. Just off the plaza sits the Eagle Square Atrium.
Jill, Jack, Gabriella, and Carlos make their way to the door.
INT. EAGLE SQUARE ATRIUM - CONTINUOUS
Tall glass walls. A vaulted ceiling. Holiday lights shimmer
across polished stone floors. Shoppers browse artisan booths
displaying garlands, wreaths, handmade gifts.
Gabriella sips a hot drink with the others.
GABRIELLA
Too much cocoa. It's unbalanced.
Carlos takes a sip.
CARLOS
Well, it's hot.
Gabriella rolls her eyes.
Jill pulls Gabriella over and whispers.
JILL
Okay, are you ready? Can you handle
this?
GABRIELLA
I don't like it but...
JILL
You can do it.
Gabriella pulls a laminated note card from her shoulder bag.
She glances at it, looks at Carlos, and smiles.
GABRIELLA
There's a woman from Haiti who makes
beautiful ornaments from recycled
paper. Can I show you?
CARLOS
I, ah... sure, that would be fine.
They stand.
GABRIELLA
(to Jack and Jill)
Meet you back here in half an hour?
JILL
Great.
Gabriella leads him off.
Jill turns to Jack.
JILL (CONT'D)
Let me show you my favorite shop.
It's just down the street.
He smiles, hooks his arm around her waist as she leans in
toward him. They head outside.
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A Walk Down Main Street
EXT. EAGLE SQUARE/MAIN STREET - CONTINUOUS
They walk down the street past numerous well-lit shops.
JILL
So, how did your parents end up in
Denver?
JACK
My dad got a job there. Air traffic
control.
JILL
High stress.
JACK
Yeah. He'd come home exhausted almost
every day. Until he developed
Huntington's disease a few years
ago.
She pulls away to look at him.
JILL
That's terrible!
JACK
It's been tough.
He reaches out and takes her hand. They continue their walk.
JILL
I hate to ask it, Jack, but isn't
Huntington's inherited?
JACK
Yeah, but I was adopted, so...
She looks relieved.
JILL
Oh... okay. That's good.
(pause)
Do you know who your birth parents
are?
JACK
No. But I took a DNA test and hope
to find out soon.
JILL
That could be exciting.
JACK
Or devastating.
They walk.
JILL
I can't believe you've never been
here.
JACK
Nope. Too busy, I guess.
JILL
You're a workaholic?
He pauses and thinks.
JACK
I don't think so, but I'm a consultant
to a number of insurance companies,
who all want what they want when
they want it.
JILL
And you just nailed my personality.
JACK
(smiling)
That bad?
JILL
I keep forgetting to schedule in
patience.
They approach a shop with a sign that reads, "The Burl and
Bowl". They head inside.
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11 -
Reaching Figures
INT. THE BURL AND BOWL - NIGHT
A warm, elegant space. Soft golden light.
Shelves line the walls, each displaying hand-turned wooden
bowls. No two alike. Dark walnut, honey-colored cherry,
intricately patterned maple burl. Surfaces polished to a
satin sheen.
At the center of the room, a long wooden table displays larger
show pieces. Beautiful semi-abstract wooden figurines and
one exquisite crucifix carved from burl. Small handwritten
tags sit beside them. $180, $240, $325, $480.
The SHOP OWNER (55, Female, grey-streaked hair pinned up, an
oily apron) sits behind a counter. She turns a wooden bowl
slowly in her hands, applying a thin coat of oil with a cloth.
Jill and Jack step inside. He scans the room and his eyes
grow wide.
JACK
(almost whispering)
I love the smell of cedar and oil.
JILL
Me too. Almost as much as Tobacco
Vanille.
She leans in and puts her head on his shoulder.
She looks at the center display.
Her eyes lock on one sculpture, carved from spalted maple
burl. It's ten inches tall. A male and female figure hold
their hands out to each other, not quite touching. Dark lines
streak the pale ivory wood. They're set on a base of blown
glass shaped like a splash of water that reaches waist-high.
JILL (CONT'D)
(in awe)
Look at that.
She leads Jack to the display.
JILL (CONT'D)
I can't believe how beautiful. Those
dark lines look like ink drifting
through water.
He leans closer and studies it carefully. He breathes out a
soft exclamation.
JACK
Are they coming together or drifting
apart?
JILL
Ohhhhhh. So structured, but so...
unpredictable.
JACK
Now you're describing yourself.
She looks at the shop owner.
JILL
Did you make this?
The owner smiles and nods.
JILL (CONT'D)
It's... stunning.
Jill looks at the tiny price tag.
JILL (CONT'D)
And expensive.
JACK
I'll buy it for you.
She turns on him.
JILL
Jack! Don't be silly! We've known
each other for one day.
JACK
Hey, my financial planner says I
don't have to work another day in my
life.
Her jaw drops.
JACK (CONT'D)
As long as I die next Thursday.
She laughs and pushes him away.
JILL
No! You're not buying it for me. And
you better not die next Thursday.
He smiles.
JACK
Then, I'm not sure why but... I'll
buy it for myself.
She looks at him. Her smile softens.
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12 -
DNA Dilemma
INT. JACK'S HOME OFFICE - MORNING
Jack turns on his computer, a cup of coffee in his hand.
He clicks on an email from ANCESTRY.COM. The subject line
reads: NEW DISCOVERY ON YOUR DNA RESULTS.
He freezes. His eyes widen, just a fraction. His jaw tightens,
then loosens.
He clicks on the email and scans down the screen.
Please log into your account. We are excited to share an
important match to your DNA sample.
He quickly logs in.
He reads:
We have matched your DNA sample with one in our records,
suggesting a close biological connection to Cynthia Mae Smith,
currently residing in Woodstock, Vermont. This match appears
to be consistent with the parent-child relationship you’ve
been researching.
He turns and shouts. 1.
JACK
Carlos! Hey!
Carlos stumbles in, hair in disarray.
CARLOS
What?
JACK
DNA results. What's Jill's last name?
Carlos smiles.
CARLOS
Are you serious?
JACK
What?
CARLOS
You don't know her last name?
JACK
No! What is it?
CARLOS
Smith.
Jack slowly covers his face with his hands.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
What?
JACK
My biological mother's name is Smith.
CARLOS
Along with half the country.
JACK
She's from Woodstock, Vermont.
CARLOS
Uh, huh.
JACK
Where Jill grew up.
Carlos's face drops.
Jack types frantically into his AI engine.
CARLOS
Probably a lot of Smiths in Woodstock.
JACK
Population under a thousand.
He types some more.
JACK (CONT'D)
Can't see how many are Smiths, but...
it's the most common surname in
Vermont.
CARLOS
Yeah, you're probably not related.
Even if you are, you might just be
kissing cousins.
JACK
What's that?
CARLOS
It means your kids would be safe
from a genetic standpoint... just a
few less branches on the family tree.
Are ya gonna tell Jill?
JACK
Not yet. I need more data.
CARLOS
Of course you do.
JACK
I've gotta do a little more diggin'.
CARLOS
Yeah, well, while you're untangling
your chromosomes, I'm off for brunch
with Gabby.
JACK
Oh, she's Gabby now?
Carlos shrugs, a little sheepish.
CARLOS
Yeah, well, last night I called her
Gabby. I didn't think about it. Just
slipped out. And then she launches
into this whole thing about how her
name is Gabriella.
JACK
Uh-oh.
CARLOS
So I'm apologizing, backpedaling,
and she says, no, no, I like it.
So... Gabby it is.
JACK
And you asked her out for brunch?
CARLOS
No, she asked me, but...
He smiles.
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13 -
Setting Higher Standards
INT. THE FRIENDLY TOAST - MORNING
Bright natural light pours through large front windows. The
retro space is colorful, clean, modern, and well-run.
Servers move quickly between tables with plates of big
breakfasts and fresh coffee.
Carlos and Gabriella sit at a corner table near the front
windows. Their plates are almost empty. They sit back and
linger over coffee.
He holds up his cup.
CARLOS
Not as good as yours.
She smiles, then straightens her napkin, aligning the edge
with the table.
GABRIELLA
Gracias.
She gestures around them. Her hand sweeps in a precise arc,
as if presenting evidence.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
Best breakfast place in Concord. Do
you see how clean and neat, and
organized it is?
He smiles and nods.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
Your Lord's Diner should be more
like this.
He chuckles, his manner mildly dismissive.
Her expression tightens. Frustrated, she adjusts a sugar
packet that’s slightly crooked.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
You need to set your standards higher.
CARLOS
Gabby, you're a... a hospital...
environmental...
He searches for the term.
GABRIELLA
Services technician.
CARLOS
Right. So, you're thinking about
clean, neat and organized every minute
of every day. But at a food kitchen
like mine, that's pretty unrealistic.
She inhales, as if bracing to explain something for the
umpteenth time.
GABRIELLA
Only if you think it is.
CARLOS
We pretty much follow all the local
and state health department
requirements.
She straightens the salt and pepper shakers.
GABRIELLA
Which are very minimum requirements.
And "pretty much" isn't good enough.
He looks at her, then looks around the restaurant.
CARLOS
I don't even know where I'd begin.
She leans in toward him and smiles warmly.
GABRIELLA
How about I come and observe some
night? I'll take some notes and then
we can chat. We can go over them.
He looks uncertain.
CARLOS
Okay. I guess that couldn't hurt.
Her face lights up.
GABRIELLA
You won't regret it.
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14 -
Ice Skating and Diner Advice
INT. JILL'S HOME OFFICE - DAY
Bright, colorful, decorated for Christmas.
A small desktop tree, covered in tiny gold ornaments and a
star on top, sits beside two monitors filled with charts and
code.
A whiteboard holds equations, but Jill's drawn a Santa hat
on one of the variables.
She clicks away in front of her monitors. She hears the
apartment door open and close.
JILL
Back here, Gabe!
Gabriella walks in. Jill continues to look at her monitor.
JILL (CONT'D)
So, how was it?
Gabriella smiles but doesn't answer.
Jill turns around.
JILL (CONT'D)
Come on, out with it.
GABRIELLA
I would give it a 7 out of 10.
JILL
Wow! Pretty impressive. I don't
remember any of your dates rating
that high.
GABRIELLA
He's a genuinely nice guy. Very
spiritual.
JILL
Did he ask you out again?
GABRIELLA
He's invited me to come by the diner
to observe. Maybe offer some
suggestions.
JILL
(skeptically)
Was that his idea or yours?
Gabriella looks down, avoiding eye contact.
GABRIELLA
Mine.
Jill sighs.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
I think I may really be able to help.
Jill turns back to her monitor and starts typing.
JILL
We'll see.
GABRIELLA
What about you and Jack? Anything?
JILL
He hasn't called, so I'm gonna see
if he'd like to go ice skating over
at White Park this weekend.
GABRIELLA
Does he know how to skate?
Jill guffaws.
JILL
Don't know. I can always teach him.
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15 -
The Ice Skate Invitation
INT. JACK'S HOME OFFICE - DAY
Jack is up to his elbows in spreadsheets. He clicks away at
his keyboard and looks at the monitors.
His cell phone buzzes. He grabs it and checks the I.D. He
hesitates, then answers.
INT. JILL'S HOME OFFICE - DAY
Jill stands with her back to her monitors, phone to her ear.
SPLIT SCREEN: JACK AND JILL
JILL
Hi, Jack. Hope I’m not interrupting.
JACK
No, no. Just the usual grind.
JILL
I was wondering if you’d like to go
ice skating with me this weekend.
JACK
Oh... um... I’m not sure. I haven’t
been skating in ages.
JILL
They say it’s like riding a bike.
JACK
Who says that?
JILL
They do.
JACK
Right... well, then they might have
to help me find my skates. I’m not
even sure they fit. I got them when
I was, like... ten.
She laughs.
JACK (CONT'D)
Where would we even go?
JILL
White Park. There’s a pond.
JACK
A pond? Oh, great. And you’re sure
the ice is thick enough? I don’t
swim well, either.
JILL
Gosh, Jack, I’m starting to think
you don’t want to go.
JACK
No, no, that’s not it. I just don’t
want to look stupid... or drown.
JILL
I can guarantee you won’t drown.
JACK
So... just the stupid part then?
Jill mimics a burst of static.
JILL
CRRRR-Sorry, Jack, I think we’re-
CRRRR—breaking up-CRRRR—Saturday,
White Park—one o’clock, okay?
JACK
Yep. See you there.
JILL
Bye bye!
The line goes dead. He stares at his phone.
END SPLIT SCREEN
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16 -
A Wobbly Step Forward
EXT. WHITE PARK - DAY
A sparkling day.
A frozen pond sits in the middle of the park. A few skaters
glide in lazy circles while a child races around the edge.
Jack and Jill sit on a wooden bench and lace up their skates.
She glances at his. Jack wears blue jeans and a winter jacket
and Jill is in a heavy wool sweater, ear muffs, and black
leggings.
JILL
They look brand-new.
JACK
Almost. I used 'em for a couple weeks,
the Christmas I got 'em.
JILL
Didn't take you for a figure skate
guy.
JACK
Never got into hockey. I learned,
sort of, on these.
JILL
How long's it been?
JACK
Since I learned to skate, or since I
last fell?
She laughs.
JILL
Since you last skated.
He looks up to calculate.
JACK
8 years. Give or take.
She gets her skates on first. She takes a quick skate around,
showing off her skills.
He watches. Intimidated.
She skates back toward him, does a 360 spin, and takes a
theatrical pose, one hand in the air.
JILL
Ta da!
JACK
Impressive.
JILL
Hey, when you grow up in Vermont,
you learn to enjoy the winter.
(pause)
Or you go crazy. Hey, speaking of
which, would you like to come to my
Mom's for Christmas? I'm planning to
invite Carlos and Gabe too.
JACK
Um, maybe. Can I get back to you on
that?
JILL
Sure. Don't wait to long though.
Rooms fill up quickly.
JACK
You said you were an only child,
right?
JILL
Yep.
JACK
You have cousins around? Aunts and
uncles?
JILL
Yeah, a bunch of cousins. We skated
together a lot, at least until the
slopes opened.
He finishes tying up his skates.
JILL (CONT'D)
Ready?
He stands up. A little wobbly.
JILL (CONT'D)
Take it easy until the muscle memory
kicks in.
He pushes off and immediately regrets it. His arms flail
wildly. He tries to look like everything's fine, but it's
not.
He takes a cautious glide... then another.
The child zips past him effortlessly.
Jack stiffens, overcorrects, and nearly wipes out.
JACK
I ran some statistical models on the
likelihood of my getting hurt.
He looks at her and smiles.
JACK (CONT'D)
It's not zero.
She pushes off and gracefully makes her way around the pond.
He watches her with appreciative eyes. He struggles to his
feet, and follows with far less grace.
JACK (CONT'D)
(to himself)
Okay. Okay, we’re good.
She covers a laugh, and skates to his side.
She interlocks an arm with his. They skate together. His
confidence grows. He smiles.
JACK (CONT'D)
It's coming back. I think I've got
it.
She lets go. They skate side by side, nearly one full circle
around the pond.
JILL
Looking good!
JACK
I remember how I learned to skate
backwards.
He attempts a 180. Almost makes it.
She grabs his arm and they go down together. A soft wipeout.
They land close. Laughing. Breathless. Their faces are inches
apart. The laughter fades into a quiet, unexpected moment.
Jill studies him. She reaches up and gently brushes a bit of
shaved ice from his hair. Her hand lingers a beat longer
than it needs to.
He freezes, not pulling away, but not leaning in either.
She takes a small breath, pensive. She leans in slowly, giving
him every chance to meet her halfway.
At the last second, he turns his face. She kisses his cheek
instead.
She pulls back, embarrassed. Looks away.
JILL
What's the matter? Something wrong?
He hesitates. Looks guilty. Confused.
JACK
I guess I'm just not ready yet. That
breakup last summer with my fiancee...
it really... it messed me up.
JILL
Okay.
(softening)
You need time.
JACK
Yeah... just... time.
She rolls onto her back. She looks at the sky for a long
moment.
JILL
Okay.
He forces a smile.
JACK
You know, if you hadn't grabbed me,
we wouldn't have wiped out.
She chuckles. They help each other up and brush off their
clothes. He offers her his arm.
JACK (CONT'D)
Shall we?
She takes his arm and they skate on.
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17 -
Kitchen Confessions
INT. JACK & CARLOS'S KITCHEN - NIGHT
A small, functional kitchen. Counters mostly clear except
for Carlos’s coffee gear and a stack of Jack’s unsorted mail.
Post-it note reminders plaster the fridge. Jack and Carlos
sit on two mismatched stools at a scuffed island. They each
have a hamburger. French fries on their plates.
CARLOS
I've been getting complaints from
Father Joe.
JACK
He's lucky to have you.
CARLOS
He thinks I need to get better
organized.
JACK
Why?
CARLOS
Mostly little stuff. Like... we ran
out of sugar and flour last week.
JACK
Well, you are running a cafeteria,
so...
Carlos shrugs.
Jack takes a big bite of his hamburger. He looks at Carlos
while he chews, then swallows.
JACK (CONT'D)
Logistics is not your strong suit.
CARLOS
Oh yeah? What is?
JACK
Praying for those you serve.
(pause)
Caring for people. Listening to them.
Showing them they're important.
CARLOS
Thanks, Jack. I'll tell Father Joe
that the next time he reams me out.
(pause)
I may have a solution though.
Jack raises his eyebrows.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
Gabriella's coming in to observe.
See if she can make some suggestions.
Maybe help me out.
Jack chuckles.
JACK
Oh my gosh, Carlos. If she can't do
it, nobody can.
Carlos smiles. Nibbles on his fries.
CARLOS
Hope I did the right thing.
(pause)
How'd the skating go with Jill?
Jack hesitates.
JACK
Took me a while to get back into the
groove. Maybe because the groove
wasn't too deep. I did find out one
thing, though. She had cousins nearby.
CARLOS
Ah! So the probabilities are a little
more hopeful.
JACK
I guess. But I need to be careful.
She almost kissed me on the lips!
Carlos shakes his head and smiles.
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18 -
The Wait Worth It
INT. JILL & GABRIELLA'S KITCHEN - NIGHT
Jill and Gabriella sit next to each other at the table. Place
settings so precise they could be right out of a military
academy.
Items on Gabriella's plate are clearly separated from one
another: pork chop, mashed potatoes, green beans.
Jill eats fried rice out of a Chinese takeout box. Lost in
thought, she's smiling.
Gabriella notices and watches her.
GABRIELLA
Whatever you're thinking, I might
like a little of that too.
JILL
(dreamily)
I’d love to know how long I’m supposed
to wait for him to get over his
breakup.
Gabriella wipes a clean spot on the table.
GABRIELLA
He was engaged, Jill. That’s not
just a breakup. That’s... traumatic.
JILL
But how long? Six months? A year?
GABRIELLA
Well... is he worth waiting for?
Jill smiles softly.
JILL
Oh, Gabe.
(pause)
Yes. I think he is.
Gabriella raises her eyebrows, surprised.
JILL
I think I'm really falling this time.
GABRIELLA
Then it doesn't matter how long. The
wait will be worth it. And I look
forward someday to smiling like you
are.
JILL
Well, what about Carlos.
GABRIELLA
I’m going to the diner Saturday. To
help him.
JILL
(smiles)
Good luck with that.
Gabriella notices Jill's spilled rice. She reaches and nudges
it into a neat pile.
Jill watches.
JILL (CONT'D)
You're gonna scare him off.
GABRIELLA
Only if he doesn't listen to me.
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Soup Kitchen Rules
INT. LORD'S DINER KITCHEN - DAY
Big stockpots simmer on the stove. Folding tables hold trays
of donated vegetables, loaves of bread, and pudding in small
dishes.
A few holiday touches. A paper snowflake stuck to the double-
door fridge. A small plastic nativity tucked beside the spice
bins.
Carlos shows Gabriella around. She carries a clipboard and
pen.
GABRIELLA
What time do your volunteers arrive?
CARLOS
They're supposed to be here by 5:15,
but some show up at the last minute.
GABRIELLA
When you open?
He nods.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
And that's okay?
CARLOS
No, but...
She writes something down.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
This isn't their job. They're
volunteers.
GABRIELLA
But if they volunteer, they should
be willing to follow the rules.
CARLOS
I agree. But what can I do?
GABRIELLA
You can speak with them. Make your
expectations clear.
CARLOS
I can't run this place without them.
She continues her inspection of the kitchen. She notes things
on her clipboard.
GABRIELLA
Do you realize that 128,000 people
are hospitalized annually due to
food-borne illness?
CARLOS
Hadn't heard that statistic.
GABRIELLA
It's not just a statistic. 3,000 of
'em die.
CARLOS
Haven't had that issue here, thank
the good Lord.
GABRIELLA
And thank the health department and
their rules.
She looks into one of the simmering stockpots and points
inside.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
What temperature do you keep these
at?
CARLOS
Ummm... hot.
GABRIELLA
They need to be 135 degrees hot.
(MORE)
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
And are the steam tables turned on
so they're hot when you put food in
them?
CARLOS
That's why I get here early.
GABRIELLA
Good. Very good.
She writes something down.
CARLOS
I thought you worked at Concord
Hospital. How do you know these
regulations?
GABRIELLA
We have a cafeteria there too, ya
know.
GREG (75) is the first volunteer to drift in. He signs a
clipboard on the table, then grabs an apron, pulls it over
his head, and ties the waist band. He retrieves his name tag
from a row of multicolored tags on the table. He pins it on
his apron.
He glances at Carlos.
GREG
Expecting many tonight?
CARLOS
Probably two hundred plus.
He gestures toward Gabriella.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
Greg, this is Gabriella. She'll be
observing this evening.
He reaches out and shakes her hand. Smiling.
GREG
Nice to meet you.
GABRIELLA
You too.
He slaps Carlos on the back.
GREG
(laughing)
Welcome to the zoo. Right, Carlos?
He heads into the kitchen.
Gabriella looks at Carlos, questioning.
He waves off her concern.
CARLOS
He's a crazy guy, but very reliable.
GABRIELLA
Why are there different colored name
tags?
CARLOS
They indicate what each volunteer
does. White for dishwashing, green
for food serving, blue for bussing,
etc.
GABRIELLA
Oh, very good. I like that.
She writes something down.
CARLOS
Thought maybe you would.
They turn their heads as another volunteer enters the room.
SHIRLEY (65, business like) greets them.
SHIRLEY
Good evening.
CARLOS
Hey, good to see you.
She snaps through the same routine as Greg.
GABRIELLA
Don't forget to use a hair net.
Shirley looks at her, surprised, annoyed. She forces a smile.
SHIRLEY
Hi, I'm Shirley.
GABRIELLA
Shirley, this is Gabriella.
SHIRLEY
(to Gabriella)
Is this your first time?
GABRIELLA
No, I'm not serving. I'm just here
to observe.
SHIRLEY
Well then, you may observe that I'm,
at the moment, a little put off.
I've been doing this for years, so...
no need to concern yourself. I know
I need a net.
She starts to put on some latex gloves.
GABRIELLA
Oh! Sorry!
Shirley's head snaps to look at her.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
You need to wash your hands first.
SHIRLEY
Since when?
Gabriella shakes her head in surprise.
GABRIELLA
Since... like... forever.
She tries to smile kindly. Doesn't quite pull it off.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
I mean, gloves don't fix dirty hands.
You still have to wash.
Shirley's jaw drops slightly. She gives Gabriella a defiant
stare.
Carlos intervenes quickly, discreetly waving a "no worries"
gesture to Shirley.
CARLOS
I think you're probably okay.
Gabriella frowns and shakes her head. Shirley walks off to
another part of the kitchen.
Gabriella writes something down.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
Maybe you should just observe for
now.
She looks offended and walks away.
SERIES OF SHOTS - LORD'S DINER
- 10 more volunteers check in. Most are senior citizens. A
couple are teens.
- The volunteers, along with Carlos and Gabriella, hold hands
in a prayer circle. They bow their heads.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
Heavenly Father, please help us to
show our guests this evening something
of your love. May we remember that
we are your hands and feet as we
serve these people in your name.
Amen.
- The volunteers disperse to their areas.
- Street people guests filter in.
- The guests file over to the pass-through where hot stew,
rolls, salads, and desserts are passed out by three
volunteers, including Shirley and EMILY (15).
- Guests choose their seats at one of the tables. Some sit
together, some alone.
- Greg and a couple other volunteers, wander around with
pitchers of water and serving pots with coffee.
- Carlos stands by one of the tables, joking and laughing
with the people.
- Some finish their meal and walk with their tray to the
bussing station. Volunteers take the trays and scrape food
scraps into garbage cans. Then they place utensils, glasses,
cups, and plates into separate tubs.
- Volunteers who serve the drinks also wipe down the tables
between seatings.
END SERIES OF SHOTS
Gabriella finds Carlos, who's busy removing rolls from the
oven.
GABRIELLA
We need to talk.
CARLOS
I'm sorry. It'll have to wait.
GABRIELLA
Your workers are--
CARLOS
Please, Gabby!
He turns quickly to look at her.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
I've got to get these out before
they all burn.
He turns back. She walks off, offended. She notices the
teenage girl, Emily, exiting the ladies' room. She watches
her.
Emily quickly heads straight for the serving line. Gabriella
heads straight for Emily.
Then she glances back at Carlos and forcibly stops herself.
She glances back and forth between Carlos and Emily.
A moment later, Emily begins handing out dinner rolls.
Gabriella exhales and approaches Emily, with deliberate calm.
GABRIELLA
Hey... Emily, right?
The girl points to her badge.
EMILY
Yeah.
GABRIELLA
(softly, controlled)
Just a quick reminder... after using
the restroom, proper hand washing is
really important. Soap, warm water,
twenty seconds.
Emily nods, half-listening.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
It's really important.
EMILY
Yeah, I know.
She keeps working.
Gabriella studies her... not convinced.
GABRIELLA
Did you--
She stops herself again.
Emily looks up, impatient.
EMILY
I said I know.
Gabriella forces a tight smile.
GABRIELLA
Okay.
She steps back... but her eyes follow Emily's fingers picking
up each roll.
Gabriella writes on her clipboard.
Gabriella walks behind the serving line. She notices as
Shirley chats with a male guest, then casually scratches her
neck.
Gabriella steps beside her, calm voice this time, trying.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
Shirley... sorry... quick thing.
Shirley keeps serving.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
Once you touch your neck, you have
to change your gloves. And wash your
hands before putting on a new pair.
Shirley stops. Looks at her.
SHIRLEY
I touched my neck?
GABRIELLA
Yeah.
SHIRLEY
But I didn’t touch the food.
GABRIELLA
Yes, but you touched your skin. That’s
how contamination--
SHIRLEY
(fuming)
I’ve been feeding people here since
before you could spell contamination.
A couple of nearby volunteers glance over.
GABRIELLA
I understand, but the standards--
SHIRLEY
Standards?
She pulls off one glove.
SHIRLEY (CONT'D)
These people come in hungry. Cold.
Some of ’em don’t know where they’re
sleeping tonight. And you’re worried
that I scratched my neck?
Gabriella almost backs down.
GABRIELLA
I’m worried about them getting sick.
Shirley removes the other glove, sets both down neatly,
unclasps her name tag, and folds her apron.
SHIRLEY
Then you go ahead and keep ’em safe.
She steps away from the line. She hands the apron to Carlos
as she passes him.
SHIRLEY (CONT'D)
(to Carlos)
I won’t be corrected like a child in
front of everyone.
CARLOS
Oh, come on, Shirl.
She heads for the door, then stops and turns back.
SHIRLEY
You want perfect? You’re gonna lose
people.
She exits.
Guests and volunteers all stare. The room is quiet.
Carlos looks at the line of waiting guests... then at the
empty spot Shirley left behind. He grabs an apron.
CARLOS
(quietly)
This is a soup kitchen, Gabby, not a
hospital. We can't be expected to
live up to your standards.
GABRIELLA
But they're not my standards.
He looks at her, his face filled with sadness.
CARLOS
I'm so sorry this... didn't work
out. I think you should probably
leave.
He jumps into Shirley’s place on the line, and looks at the
room full of staring guests.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
(shouting)
Okay, everyone. Hope you enjoy your
meal!
The room relaxes and cheer returns.
Gabriella stands frozen, completely thrown off by the
experience.
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20 -
The Smith Count
INT. JACK'S HOME OFFICE - DAY
Jack sits at his computer. He types in Woodstock, Vermont
Town Clerk's office. The number pops up: 802-457-3870.
Jack picks up his phone and punches in the number. He lets
it ring.
JACK
Yes, I'm wondering if you can tell
me how many people with the last
name Smith live in Woodstock.
(listens)
Sure, I can hold.
He looks over some of his spreadsheets and makes a few
notations.
JACK (CONT'D)
Wow, that was quick.
(listens)
Four? Do you know if they're related?
(listens)
One of the advantages of living in a
small town, I imagine.
He chuckles.
JACK (CONT'D)
Okay, well thank you. I appreciate
your help. Thanks.
(listen)
Uh, huh. Bye.
He hangs up.
JACK (CONT'D)
(shouting)
Carlos?!
After a few moments, Carlos walks in. He looks like he's
ready to go to work, hair combed, business casual.
CARLOS
What?
JACK
According to the Town Clerk, who
apparently knows everyone in town,
there are four families with the
last name of Smith living in
Woodstock.
CARLOS
Are they all related?
JACK
All but one.
CARLOS
So, you still have a chance.
JACK
Yeah. I can't take this. I need to
talk with her. Find out for sure.
CARLOS
The Revival Kitchen & Bar is a nice
place.
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21 -
The Ornament Adjustment
INT. JILL & GABRIELLA'S APARTMENT - DAY
Neatly spaced ornaments adorn the Christmas tree. Icicles
are draped one by one over the ends of each branch.
Gabriella sits on the couch and reads a book. Jill breezes
in.
JILL
How's the book?
GABRIELLA
Honestly, I'm just reading the same
paragraph over and over.
JILL
So, how'd it go at the diner last
night?
GABRIELLA
Terrible. Total disaster.
JILL
What happened?
GABRIELLA
I tried to help, and he practically
threw me out.
Jill puts a comforting hand on Gabriella's shoulder.
JILL
I'm sorry.
Gabriella shrugs.
GABRIELLA
It's okay. I was hoping...
(pause)
But we hardly knew each other.
JILL
Well, we'll see. Maybe it'll just be
you and me and Jack in Woodstock for
Christmas.
GABRIELLA
I wouldn't miss it.
Jill crosses to the tree and moves one of the ornaments.
Gabriella notices, but forces herself to remain seated.
Jill turns to address Gabriella.
JILL
Guess what?
Gabriella looks up.
JILL (CONT'D)
Jack just asked me out, to the Revival
Kitchen & Bar, no less.
GABRIELLA
Wow! Expensive!
JILL
And romantic. Maybe he's figuring
things out.
GABRIELLA
Sounds like it to me.
Jill heads to the kitchen.
The second she's gone, Gabriella gets up and repositions the
ornament.
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22 -
The Christmas Revelation
INT. REVIVAL KITCHEN & BAR - NIGHT
Wood and brick aesthetic. Intimate. Elegant.
Warm holiday lights glow against garlands of fresh pine draped
along the bar and doorways. Small tables flicker with votive
candles nestled in sprigs of holly. A Christmas tree stands
near the host stand, trimmed to perfection.
Jack and Jill dine at a table for two draped in a white
tablecloth.
JILL
She was pretty upset when she got
home.
JACK
So was he. But enough about them.
(pause)
I need to talk about us.
She looks at him, curious, hopeful. She leans in.
JILL
Yes, please.
JACK
I need to ask you something, and
it's gonna sound... strange.
She smiles.
JILL
Okay.
JACK
What's your mother's name?
She blinks, caught off guard.
JILL
Why?
JACK
Humor me?
She studies him, then shrugs.
JILL
Cynthia.
He freezes.
She notices.
JILL (CONT'D)
Jack? What's happening here?
His hand tightens around his glass.
JACK
(almost a whisper)
Cynthia... Mae? With an e?
Her eyes widen.
JILL
How did you know that?
He exhales the breath he's been holding.
JACK
That... that's my biological mother's
name.
She pulls back, confused.
JILL
What?
JACK
I found her through a DNA search.
She exhales a quick breath and frowns dismissively.
JILL
Wait... are you suggesting my mother
is yours? There must be a lot of
Cynthia Mae Smiths!
JACK
Maybe, but...
He hesitates to make his case.
JACK (CONT'D)
But not in Woodstock, Vermont.
She stares at him like he's gone mad.
JILL
Okay... no... you're scaring me,
Jack! Seriously. Is this some kind
of joke?
JACK
I wish.
A long silence stretches between them. They process.
She leans forward.
JILL
When's your birthday?
He doesn't look up.
JACK
December 30th, 2001.
She sucks in a short breath, almost choking.
They stare at each other in disbelief.
She forces a nervous smile.
JILL
Okay, that's, that's weird.
She laughs softly, shaking her head.
JILL (CONT'D)
But, Jack, I just don't think it's
possible that we're--
JACK
What else could it mean?
She shakes her head adamantly. Heating up.
JILL
No! You're wrong. You're just...
You. Are. Wrong. You've made some
horrible mistake. Or this is some
kind of twisted practical joke.
He frowns. Shakes his head.
Tears flood her eyes. Then suddenly.
JILL (CONT'D)
When did you learn this?
JACK
Yesterday.
Her eyes flare.
JILL
Yesterday?!
He nods.
JILL (CONT'D)
You knew yesterday and you let me
sit here chatting with you like
everything's normal?!
JACK
I didn't know what to do.
She glances wildly around the room, struggling to breathe.
Tears rolling down her cheeks.
JILL
Do you have any idea what I've been
thinking about these last few days,
Jack? I've been thinking about that
day we fell on the ice and almost
kissed. Wishing I had another crack
at that one.
She laughs bitterly.
JILL (CONT'D)
Hah! Can't believe I said that.
She leans back and wipes her face with her napkin.
JACK
Jill--
JILL
I've been thinking...
She croaks out the words.
JILL (CONT'D)
I've been thinking how I had finally
let somebody in! I finally let someone
really matter!
JACK
I know.
JILL
(too loud)
No! You don't!
She notices people looking at her and lowers her voice.
JILL (CONT'D)
And you know what's so awful about
this?
(pause)
I've been so happy.
She struggles to speak.
JILL (CONT'D)
I thought...
(pause)
I thought I loved you.
Jack can't hold back his tears now.
JILL (CONT'D)
(barely above a whisper)
How dare you?!
She rises from the table.
JILL (CONT'D)
I don't even know who we are.
JACK
(choking up, pleading)
I'm still Jack.
She stares at him for a long moment before quietly answering.
JILL
No. You're not.
She flings her napkin onto the table and storms out of the
room.
Jack doesn't move.
He stares at the empty chair across from him as the weight
of what they've discovered settles over him.
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23 -
A Spreading Sickness
INT. LORD'S DINER - NIGHT
Carlos and his volunteers end their prayer circle, and prepare
for the evening meal. He notices that Emily is missing. He
walks over to the teen male, JEFF (16).
CARLOS
Hey, any idea where Emily is?
JEFF
Oh, yeah. She asked me to tell you
she's sick.
CARLOS
That's too bad. Anything serious?
JEFF
I dunno. Said she's been stuck in
the bathroom all day.
A flash of concern crosses Carlos's face.
CARLOS
You want to help serve tonight?
JEFF
Sure, no problem.
Carlos looks over at the entry door and sees a few people
waiting to come in. He checks the clock.
CARLOS
Okay, people. Let's share some love.
He goes to the entry door, unlocks, and opens it. People
start trickling in, but fewer than usual. Carlos notices.
He walks over to Shirley.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
I'm so glad you came back.
SHIRLEY
As long as the health inspector's
gone, I'm fine.
CARLOS
I wonder where everyone is tonight.
SHIRLEY
Probably just the snow.
The woman with the eye patch and crooked teeth comes through
the line.
SHIRLEY (CONT'D)
Evening, Mary. Where is everyone? Do
you know?
WOMAN
Oh, Lordy. Lots of them is sick,
real sick.
CARLOS
What kinda sick?
WOMAN
Throwing up. Runs. That sort of thing.
The whole shelter's talkin' 'bout
it. Heard some went to the hospital.
Carlos and Shirley both look alarmed.
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24 -
The Norovirus Cluster
INT. CONCORD HOSPITAL EMERGENCY DEPARTMENT - NIGHT
The ER hums with energy. A row of PATIENTS lie in curtained
bays. Pale, exhausted, IV fluids dripping steadily.
DR. GLORIA MILBURN (45, attending physician) flips through a
stack of charts at the nurses’ station. She looks up as
MELISSA WHITEHORN (55, city public health inspector) steps
in. Melissa carries a tablet and leather satchel.
DR. MILBURN
Ms. Whitehorn. Thanks for coming so
fast.
MELISSA
You said you had a cluster.
DR. MILBURN
More than a cluster. Twelve patients
since last night. Same symptoms.
Same onset window.
Melissa taps her tablet awake.
MELISSA
Vomiting first, then diarrhea?
DR. MILBURN
Explosive. Fast dehydration. We’ve
admitted four.
Melissa nods.
She steps toward the nearest bay. MR. HASKINS (middle-aged)
lies on the gurney, eyes half-open.
Melissa checks his chart.
MELISSA
(softly)
Mr. Haskins? I’m with the health
department. I just need to ask a
couple of questions.
He nods weakly.
MELISSA (CONT'D)
When did the symptoms start?
MR. HASKINS
Last night. Around... ten? Maybe
earlier.
MELISSA
And what did you eat in the twenty-
four hours before that?
He thinks.
MR. HASKINS
Had dinner at The Lord’s Diner. I go
every day.
MELISSA
What did you have?
MR. HASKINS
Stew.
MELISSA
What else? Everything you remember.
MR. HASKINS
Salad. Roll. Cookie.
MELISSA
Anyone else in your group get sick?
He points down the hall.
MR. HASKINS
I think a lady down there.
MELISSA
Thanks.
She steps back into the hallway.
DR. MILBURN
That’s the third one who mentioned
the Diner.
MELISSA
Fourth. I interviewed two in the
waiting room.
She scrolls through her notes.
MELISSA (CONT'D)
Twelve to twenty-four hours after
eating there. All vomiting first.
All rapid dehydration.
DR. MILBURN
No lab results yet, but, sure looks
like norovirus.
MELISSA
I agree.
She closes the tablet.
MELISSA (CONT'D)
I’m heading to the Lord’s Diner. If
this is what it looks like, we’re
already behind the curve.
Melissa slings her bag over her shoulder and starts toward
the exit. As she passes the waiting room, another patient
doubles over into a trash can, retching.
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25 -
Kitchen Shutdown
INT. LORD'S DINER KITCHEN - NIGHT
Carlos replaces a pan of food on the serving line.
Melissa sees him as he turns back toward the kitchen.
MELISSA
Excuse me.
Carlos turns and smiles.
CARLOS
Yes?
She flips out a laminated Concord Health & Licensing badge.
MELISSA
Public health inspector for the city
of Concord. I need to speak with the
kitchen manager.
His smile falters.
CARLOS
That would be me. I'm Carlos Martinez.
MELISSA
I'm sorry to interrupt what you're
doing, Mr. Martinez, but we have a
serious problem.
CARLOS
Can this wait until--
MELISSA
No. It's urgent.
She gestures with her chin toward the kitchen.
MELISSA (CONT'D)
Can we talk in there where we won't
disturb others?
He nods and leads the way.
CARLOS
You’re... from the city?
MELISSA
Yes. Melissa Whitehorn. We’ve
identified multiple cases of acute
gastroenteritis, all from people who
ate here two days ago. I need to ask
you a few questions.
A ripple of unease spreads across his face.
CARLOS
(trying to stay calm)
Is this... serious?
MELISSA
We’re investigating a potential
norovirus outbreak. I need to know
if anyone working here recently was
ill or became ill afterward.
He hesitates for a moment. She catches it.
MELISSA (CONT'D)
Mr. Martinez. I need the truth.
He exhales, defeated.
CARLOS
One of our volunteers, Emily, called
in sick.
MELISSA
And what was the nature of her
illness?
CARLOS
I didn't talk with her, but her friend
said she had stomach problems.
MELISSA
And what exactly did she do here?
CARLOS
She handed out dinner rolls.
MELISSA
When did she last work?
CARLOS
Two nights ago.
MELISSA
And did she have any symptoms that
you were aware of?
CARLOS
No... although...
He hesitates.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
No, I don't think so.
She waits. She tips her head. Raises an eyebrow.
MELISSA
Mr. Martinez?
CARLOS
I noticed her coming out of the
restroom a couple of times.
MELISSA
Is that unusual?
CARLOS
Maybe. I mean... I noticed.
MELISSA
And how many people did you serve
that night?
CARLOS
Around two hundred.
She raises her eyebrows in alarm.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
But not everyone takes a roll.
She nods, already pulling gloves from her pocket.
MELISSA
Then we need to move quickly. This
whole kitchen is likely contaminated.
You need to shut down and clear the
space now.
CARLOS
But...
He gestures toward the people eating in the hall.
MELISSA
They need to leave what they haven't
eaten and go. I'll explain what's
happening and what they need to do
if they get sick.
CARLOS
When can we reopen?
MELISSA
When I give you the okay. And you
and your staff of volunteers will
need to go through a refresher course
on proper food handling and sanitizing
procedures.
CARLOS
How long will that be?
MELISSA
Sometime after Christmas.
He swallows hard, defeat evident on his face.
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Twins Revelation
INT. JACK & CARLOS'S KITCHEN - MORNING
Jack sits at the counter, eating out of a cereal bowl.
Carlos drags in, more rumpled and tired than usual.
Jack glances up.
JACK
What's with you?
CARLOS
I blew it, Jack. Really messed up.
JACK
What happened?
CARLOS
City health department closed us
down.
JACK
What? Why?
CARLOS
Possible Norovirus outbreak. They
think it started at the Lord's Diner.
May be shut down for a week. Some
people got really sick.
He puts his hands over his face.
JACK
Oh, man. So sorry.
CARLOS
I should have listened to Gabby. She
tried to warn me. I thought she was
overreacting.
(pause)
I need to call her. Apologize.
Jack points at him with his spoon.
JACK
I got an idea.
Carlos looks up.
JACK (CONT'D)
You remember that shop where Jill
and I found my wood carving?
Jack points to the other room.
CARLOS
Yeah.
JACK
There was an exquisite little crucifix
made out of the same wood. I think
Gabriella would love it. Might be
the perfect way to say you're sorry.
Carlos looks suddenly energized.
CARLOS
That's actually a great idea.
Jack drinks the remaining milk from his bowl.
JACK
Couldn't hurt. Might grease the skids
toward a little forgiveness.
CARLOS
A little would be a huge improvement.
He grabs coffee from the pot.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
Okay. What happened with Jill?
JACK
Hah! Not only are we related... drum
roll, please.
He drums his fingers on the counter.
JACK (CONT'D)
We're twins!
Carlos's eyes open wide and his jaw drops in astonishment.
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27 -
The Bomb Goes Off
INT. JILL & GABRIELLA'S KITCHEN - MORNING
Gabriella fusses with some Christmas decorations on a shelf.
Jill slouches on the couch and watches, amused.
GABRIELLA
I still can't believe it. Your life
is starting to sound like a
Shakespearean romcom.
JILL
Like a bad dream.
GABRIELLA
A bad dream? You just found your
twin brother!
JILL
Yeah, one I never even knew I'd lost.
GABRIELLA
And your parents never told you?
JILL
No. Not a word.
GABRIELLA
I don't think I could... how are you
even processing this?
JILL
Honestly, I don't think I am.
Her cell phone rings. She glances at the screen and sees
it's Jack.
She hesitates, gives an exasperated sigh, then accepts the
call. Jack's face pops on the screen. Neither of them smile.
JILL (CONT'D)
What?
JACK
Hi.
For a moment, each waits for the other to speak.
JACK (CONT'D)
About the other night... I ah... I
realize I may have chosen the wrong
venue.
JILL
You mean a venue where you detonate
a bomb and destroy my life? Yeah,
maybe not the best place, Jack.
He sighs. Shakes his head.
JACK
Come on, Jill. What was I supposed
to do; pretend everything's fine?
JILL
I don't know, Jack. What do you want?
JACK
I'm calling about our Christmas in
Woodstock.
JILL
That's not happening.
JACK
She's my mother too.
JILL
I'm still not sure about that.
JACK
Have you asked her?
JILL
(intense, frustrated)
No! It's not something you do over
the phone. Listen, she's struggled
with severe depression most of her
adult life, and my father's death
really threw her. She's just beginning
to see some daylight.
He doesn't speak.
JILL (CONT'D)
If what you claim is true, she's
been carrying this for twenty-five
years. Twenty-five years! I will not
let you walk into her life and destroy
the little peace she's finally found.
You are not welcome.
She moves toward the screen and motions with her finger back
and forth between them.
JILL (CONT'D)
This... relationship is over.
He shakes his head, smiling sadly.
JACK
Not for me it isn't. In fact, it's
just begun.
She ends the call.
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28 -
The Hesitant Apology
INT. JACK & CARLOS'S KITCHEN – MORNING
Carlos putters around the kitchen, but his movements are
distracted, restless. He wipes his hands on a dish towel,
pulls out his phone, stares at it.
He starts to dial. Stops. Exhales. Dials again.
It rings. He swallows hard.
CARLOS
Hey... Gabby. It’s me. Carlos.
He listens. His shoulders drop a little in relief.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
Thanks for taking my call. I’d
understand if you didn’t want to.
Another pause. Carlos nods slowly, his eyes close for a
moment.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
You’re absolutely right. That’s why
I wanted to see you. In person. I
owe you a real apology.
He listens again. His face lights up, surprised.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
That’s really kind of you. Could I
come over today?
He listens, then straightens, trying not to sound too eager.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
Really? I can come now if that works.
Another pause. Then a small, relieved smile.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
Okay. See you soon.
He ends the call, exhales, and leans both hands on the
counter, bracing himself for what comes next.
He walks out of the room, down the hall, and returns with a
gift-wrapped package.
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29 -
A Cautious Reconciliation
INT. JILL & GABRIELLA'S APARTMENT - MORNING
There's a knock on the door. Gabriella opens it.
Carlos stands with his hands in his pockets, nervous, fidgety.
The wrapped gift under his arm.
CARLOS
Hi.
GABRIELLA
(cautiously)
Hello.
She steps aside.
He removes his shoes and places them in the plastic shoe
tray beside the door.
CARLOS
See? I remembered. And look.
He holds up a foot.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
No holes.
She remains poker-faced.
GABRIELLA
Would you like some coffee?
CARLOS
Um, no, thanks. I, uh, brought you
something.
He takes the gift from under his arm and holds it out.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
And I owe you an apology.
She hesitates to take the gift, then gives in to curiosity.
She unwraps it and takes the crucifix out of the box.
She inhales a soft breath.
GABRIELLA
It's gorgeous. I've never seen
anything like it.
CARLOS
It's one of a kind.
He looks at her warily, not sure how she'll respond.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
Can you forgive me?
She glances at him with a blank face.
GABRIELLA
You embarrassed me.
(pause)
You didn't just disagree with me.
You dismissed me.
He looks conscience-stricken.
She looks again at the crucifix. Then turns away and walks
to the tree.
She straightens a few of the strands of icicles. She mumbles
something Carlos can't hear.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
Perdona nuestras ofensas, como también
nosotros perdonamos.
She turns towards him, looks carefully at the crucifix in
her hand, looks down, then nods.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
I forgive those who trespass against
me.
(pause)
At least... I try to.
She looks down at the crucifix.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
I need to apologize to you as well.
I could have been a little more...
diplomatic in the way I talked to
the volunteers.
CARLOS
Maybe.
(pause)
But you were right.
She looks puzzled.
GABRIELLA
Why do you say that?
CARLOS
The health department shut us down.
They traced what looks like a
norovirus outbreak to one of our
volunteers.
Her face drops.
GABRIELLA
Emily.
His eyes widen in surprise. He nods.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
I knew it. I should have spoken up.
CARLOS
No, no. You tried.
GABRIELLA
When can you reopen?
CARLOS
Sometime after Christmas. Everything
needs to be cleaned and sanitized,
and then everyone needs to take a
refresher course on procedures.
She brightens up.
GABRIELLA
Want some help?
CARLOS
I don't know. I don't want to mess
it up again.
GABRIELLA
I don't want to either.
She smiles.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
But maybe we can do it right this
time. Or at least maybe I can.
A warm smile passes between them.
He reaches out hesitantly for her hand. She takes it.
CARLOS
So, we on for Christmas in Woodstock
with Jill?
She smiles in affirmation.
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30 -
Twisted Seatbelt and Snowy Surprises
INT/EXT. SUBARU ASCENT - DAY
Jill drives. Gabriella rides shot gun. Carlos sits in the
back.
The interstate highway stretches ahead through snow-covered
countryside. Gray sky.
GABRIELLA
They're predicting another six inches
this evening.
She glances at Jill's seatbelt and frowns.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
Jill, I just noticed. Your seatbelt's
twisted.
JILL
I'm fine.
GABRIELLA
Yes, but your seat belt isn't.
Jill unbuckles and untwists it.
Gabriella takes a nervous breath. She squeezes her eyes shut
until she hears the buckle click back in.
JILL
Better?
GABRIELLA
Yes, thanks.
(she brightens)
Okay, you guys. I thought this would
be fun. How much does everyone know
about Vermont?
She pulls out a laminated 3x5 card.
CARLOS
Oh, the questions are laminated,
everyone. This is gonna be good.
She smiles and laughs playfully.
GABRIELLA
Yes, it is.
She looks at the card.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
Okay, state mammal?
JILL
State mammal? Is that an official
thing?
GABRIELLA
Yes, state mammal.
Jill smiles.
JILL
I'm the one who should know this.
Moose?
Gabriella chuckles.
GABRIELLA
Nope. That's Maine.
CARLOS
Cow. I've heard there are more cows
than people in Vermont.
GABRIELLA
Nope.
She looks back at Carlos. He smiles and shrugs.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
The Morgan Horse. Believe it or not,
it's America's first native horse
breed.
JILL
That's actually interesting, Gabe.
Gabriella looks at her card.
GABRIELLA
What's the state fossil?
CARLOS
Bernie Sanders.
Gabriella guffaws.
GABRIELLA
Nope, it's the Beluga Whale.
JILL
I was just gonna say that.
They all laugh.
GABRIELLA
How 'bout this one. What's the state
mineral?
CARLOS
Maple Syrup.
They laugh.
JILL
Gabe, if I can interrupt the game
show for a second, cuz we're almost
there. I decided to give you a
Christmas gift to share together.
Carlos looks at Gabriella and smiles.
CARLOS
Woohoo.
Jill hands an envelope back to Carlos. He opens it and removes
a gift card. He holds it forward for Gabriella to see. Their
eyes grow wide.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
Are you kidding me? The Woodstock
Inn?
JILL
Reservations at six o'clock.
GABRIELLA
Tonight?
JILL
Yep.
Gabriella starts to panic.
GABRIELLA
No, no. I don’t have the right
clothes.
JILL
Yes, you do.
GABRIELLA
No, I just brought sweaters.
JILL
And your black dress. It's in my
garment bag.
(MORE)
JILL (CONT'D)
(pause)
And your boots match it perfectly.
Gabriella looks emotional, tender.
GABRIELLA
Oh my goodness. You planned this?
JILL
Planning seemed like a good idea.
CARLOS
So, did you rent me a tux?
JILL
No, but there's about a hundred nice
ties still hangin' in my dad's closet.
We'll find one that works.
CARLOS
Thanks, Jill. Amazing. This is way
too much.
She laughs.
JILL
I told my mom that you two already
had plans. So I will have her to
myself for a while.
She raises her eye brows and glances quickly at them.
JILL (CONT'D)
We need to chat about a few things.
GABRIELLA
Oh boy.
JILL
Yeah.
(pause)
She's had a hard life. Emotional
problems over the years. I'll need
some time alone with her to gently
ease her in to this whole thing with
Jack.
Big snow flakes begin to fall.
GABRIELLA
Hey, you guys. Look at the snow!
JILL
And right on cue. Welcome to
Woodstock.
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Snow Globe Memories
INT. JACK'S HOME OFFICE - NIGHT
Jack sits slumped in a chair in front of his computer monitor.
The screen displays a financial spreadsheet.
Jack appears to be in a daze. After a few moments he glances
at the wooden/glass sculpture he bought at the Burl & Bowl.
He slowly stands and picks up the sculpture. He studies it
carefully. A slow tear runs down his cheek as he's lost in
memories of what might have been.
EXT. WOODSTOCK VILLAGE - EVENING
Snow softens the rooftops.
Warm-white string lights wrap the lampposts and the bare
trees.
Wreaths hang on the brick storefronts. Candles glow in the
windows of stores.
INT/EXT. SUBARU ASCENT/WOODSTOCK - EVENING
CARLOS
It's like we're driving through a
Christmas snow globe!
JILL
I forget sometimes.
Jill drives through the village, past a large village green,
and over a covered bridge.
GABRIELLA
And a covered bridge! Perfecto!
JILL
When I was seven, we moved here to
keep my grandpa company.
GABRIELLA
And there's room for us?
JILL
Room to spare.
She takes a right, pulls into a driveway, and parks.
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32 -
A Warm Welcome
EXT. CYNTHIA'S HOUSE - EVENING
A two-story New Englander, white clapboard, steep roof.
A single wreath on the door. Warm light in the windows.
The front door opens. CYNTHIA SMITH (45, small build, eager)
stands there, smiles, and waves.
They wave back as they disembark and collect their belongings.
CYNTHIA
(calling out)
Welcome everyone! Merry Christmas!
They all head for the door.
INT. CYNTHIA'S FRONT HALL - CONTINUOUS
A narrow hall with scuffed hardwood floors and a small braided
rug. A wooden coat stand in the corner. A simple garland of
pine hangs along the stair rail, threaded with a few warm-
white lights.
A small side table holds a lamp and a ceramic bowl of
peppermint candies.
They all place their packs and suitcases against the wall.
Jill hangs her garment bag on the coat stand.
CYNTHIA
I'm so glad you could all make it. I
worried when I heard the forecast.
JILL
Didn't start snowing 'til we hit the
edge of town.
CYNTHIA
Oh, that's perfect.
JILL
Mom, this is my roommate, Gabriella.
Cynthia reaches out to take her hand.
CYNTHIA
I've heard so many nice things about
you.
GABRIELLA
Thank-you for inviting us to your
beautiful home... and town.
JILL
And this is Carlos, who manages the
Lord's Diner I told you about.
CYNTHIA
Anyone who feeds people in need is
welcome here.
They shake hands.
CARLOS
Thank-you, ma'am.
CYNTHIA
I understand that you two have special
plans for tonight.
CARLOS
We sure do. In fact, we just found
out about them a few minutes ago.
CYNTHIA
Well, Jill said, you'd need to
change...
She points up the stairs.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
... so you two have the two bedrooms
at the end of the hall.
JILL
Oh, and Carlos needs to borrow one
of Dad's ties.
CYNTHIA
Of course.
JILL
(to Carlos and
Gabriella)
You can use my car if you want, but
honestly, this is the perfect night
for a walk back to the covered bridge
into town. It's so special.
CARLOS
Sounds great.
MONTAGE - GABRIELLA AND CARLOS WALK TO THE VILLAGE
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33 -
Snowflakes and Warmth
EXT. UPPER-MIDDLE CLASS NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT
Carlos and Gabriella, bundled up, walk on shoveled sidewalks.
They pass by houses decorated with Christmas lights.
EXT. COVERED BRIDGE - NIGHT
They walk halfway across the covered bridge. They lean over
a railing to see the dark river winding its way below. He
throws a snowball over the side. They watch it disappear.
He reaches for her hand. She takes it.
EXT. VILLAGE GREEN - NIGHT
The green is almost deserted, except for an OLD MAN walking
his dog. Snow drapes the pine trees. Underneath the boughs,
white fairy lights glow softly.
Carlos puts his arm around Gabriella. He looks up and opens
his mouth to catch snowflakes. She giggles, then does the
same thing.
They turn and The Woodstock Inn glows before them. Wreaths.
White lights. Amber windows. She slows... then stops
completely, quietly taking it in. Her jaw drops slightly.
GABRIELLA
Oh.
He smiles and gives her a squeeze. She leans into him and
they walk to the front door.
A DOORMAN, in a long wool coat, opens the heavy front door
to warmth, firelight, dark wood beams, and a towering
Christmas tree.
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34 -
A Heartfelt Confession
INT. THE WOODSTOCK INN - NIGHT
They follow a hostess through the glowing dining room.
Gabriella, smiling, turns back to Carlos.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
Look at the wreaths.
He notices that the wreaths on the wall all match perfectly.
The hostess seats them at their candlelit table.
END MONTAGE
They enjoy a festive Christmas feast. Carlos takes a bite of
lamb chop.
CARLOS
Mmmm. That is just so good.
GABRIELLA
Perfection.
He stares at her and smiles. She doesn't smile back.
CARLOS
Something wrong?
GABRIELLA
No, just thinking of Jill and her
mom right now.
He furrows his brow with concern.
CARLOS
Yeah.
They eat quietly.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
Gabby, I don't want to do anything
to throw off this evening. I know
you probably don't have any of your
note cards, so--
GABRIELLA
Oh, no, I have cards.
He chuckles.
CARLOS
Good. Don't hesitate to use 'em.
But... I'm wondering if we could
talk about us.
She tenses, glances away, gathering herself.
GABRIELLA
I would like that, but first, I need
to tell you something about me.
He leans in.
CARLOS
Okay.
GABRIELLA
My whole life, I've struggled with
needing to have everything... perfect.
(pause)
It used to drive my family crazy.
He nods, listening carefully.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
My parents even took me to a
psychiatrist.
(MORE)
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
(pause)
He called it obsessive-compulsive
personality disorder. OCPD.
CARLOS
Like Monk.
She hesitates, then gets the reference.
GABRIELLA
No. Different thing.
She takes a sip of wine and straightens the salt and pepper
shakers.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
Things that I obsess about usually
make me feel better.
He points at the shakers.
CARLOS
Like that.
She chuckles.
GABRIELLA
Yeah.
(pause)
I was the oldest of five. I helped
raise the others. I cleaned. I
organized. Took care of things.
She smiles.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
I lined up everyone's shoes for
church.
CARLOS
Seriously?
She nods.
GABRIELLA
If things went wrong, I felt
responsible. But when things went
right, people noticed. "Gabriella,
you're so organized. You're so
dependable."
(pause)
You hear that enough, it becomes who
you are.
CARLOS
So, being perfect became how you
stayed safe.
She smiles.
GABRIELLA
I like that. Yes.
(pause)
I just need you to understand what's
happening. You know?
CARLOS
When it happens, is there something
I can do?
GABRIELLA
When I start to freak out, it's
because my brain is screaming that
something is about to go wrong.
She considers this a moment.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
I just need you to stay calm and
remind me... gently... that
everything's okay. You're okay.
She looks down
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
We're okay.
CARLOS
I can do that. And maybe you can
help me be a little more... organized.
She chuckles.
GABRIELLA
Oh, yes.
He reaches over and takes one of her hands. He smiles.
CARLOS
Notice how careful I'm being not to
bump anything on the table?
GABRIELLA
Notice how careful I'm being to not
show how concerned I am?
They laugh.
CARLOS
Now, I need to tell you something.
She tightens, but only a little bit.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
You remember when you first came to
the diner to help Jill?
She nods.
GABRIELLA
I remember she introduced us. I didn't
last long.
CARLOS
Gabby, I never stopped looking at
you. I'd never seen such a beautiful
woman.
She blushes and her eyes well with tears. She nervously pulls
her cards out of her coat pocket, realizes they won't be
helpful and puts them back.
GABRIELLA
And then you came to the apartment.
CARLOS
And you made me take off my shoes.
And I had a hole in my sock. And you
were freakin' out about the Christmas
tree. And I said something stupid
because I didn't know how to treat
someone so beautiful and...
wonderfully... complicated.
She nods.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
I just loved the whole package.
She leans in. Nervous, but holding his gaze.
GABRIELLA
The whole package?
CARLOS
No. I loved... I love you.
She fights back a sob. A tear runs down her cheek.
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35 -
A Necktie in the Shoe
INT. CYNTHIA'S DINING ROOM- NIGHT
Empty wine glasses. Half-eaten lasagna. Coffee cups. Snow
drifts quietly against the windows.
A fireplace burns in the corner. A red felt stocking
displaying the name Jill hangs on the fireplace mantel.
Cynthia and Jill face each other across the table.
Cynthia wipes away tears of laughter.
JILL
I looked in his shoe and I said--
She tries but can't finish. She bursts out laughing.
JILL (CONT'D)
I said, Grandpa, the reason you can't
walk in these shoes is you've got a
necktie jammed in the toe.
They howl.
JILL (CONT'D)
And he said, "There's my favorite
necktie!"
Cynthia catches her breath.
CYNTHIA
Oh! He was a character.
She picks up her coffee cup, then puts it back down.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
Better not. I'd be up all night.
There's a knock on the front door. They glance at each other,
surprised.
Jill glances at her watch, then stands.
JILL
They can't be back already.
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36 -
A Son in the Snow
INT. CYNTHIA'S FRONT HALL - CONTINUOUS
Jill opens the door. Jack stands there in the snow. He holds
a fancy Christmas gift bag in one hand.
Her face distorts. She glances back toward the kitchen, then
back to him and speaks angrily, but quietly so as not to be
heard.
JILL
I told you not to come! Please leave!
Now!
She shoves him in the chest. He wavers backward, but grabs
the railing. She tries to shut the door, but he puts his
foot in the way.
JACK
Please, Jill. I'm not leaving. I've
got to--
JILL
No! No! No!
They tussle as she tries to close the door.
JACK
Five minutes! Please!
JILL
This is the worst time.
CYNTHIA (O.S.)
Jill?
JILL
(frantic to Jack)
Go!
CYNTHIA
(shouting)
What's happening here!?
They both turn to see Cynthia looking at them with alarm.
JILL
It's okay, Mom. It's someone from my
past that I don't want to be here.
She struggles to slam the door again. He gets his head and a
shoulder through. He looks directly at Cynthia.
JACK
My name is Jack Stevens!
The atmosphere changes.
Jill steps back from the door. Heavy, wet snowflakes fall on
Jack's head. The three of them stare at each other.
JACK (CONT'D)
I think I'm... I think I'm your son.
JILL
Damn it, Jack!
No one speaks. No one moves. Stunned silence.
Jill turns and embraces Cynthia.
JILL (CONT'D)
Sorry, Mom. I was hoping to break it
to you differently.
Cynthia stands still. She stares. Expressionless.
JACK
I didn't know what to... I... maybe
this wasn't a good--
CYNTHIA
You're getting cold. Come in.
She turns and walks into the living room.
Jack shakes the snow from his head and coat and steps inside.
Jill doesn't look at his face. She takes his coat and hangs
it on the coat stand.
He places the gift bag beneath it and follows Jill into the
room.
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37 -
The Long-Awaited Reunion
INT. CYNTHIA'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Subdued lighting. Hardwood floors. A wood stove glows softly.
Family photos sit on a bookshelf: Jill at different ages,
Cynthia with her late husband, a few faded snapshots of
holidays long past.
A small tree stands in the corner, decorated with handmade
ornaments, a paper star on top.
Jill sits next to Cynthia. Jack sits in a chair. They don't
speak for a long moment. Then, with no emotion...
CYNTHIA
Your name is... Jack?
He nods.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
And your birthday?
JACK
December 30th, 2001.
Again they sit for a long moment.
JACK (CONT'D)
I've dreamt about this moment since
I was a boy. I'm... sorry I shocked
you.
Cynthia closes her eyes. With barely perceptible movement,
she slowly shakes her head.
Jill wraps an arm around her.
JILL
(almost whispering)
Mom?
No response.
JILL (CONT'D)
Mom? Say something.
Cynthia's eyes drift over to Jack. She studies his face, his
expression, the tear that rolls down his cheek.
CYNTHIA
I was hoping someday I'd find you.
Her eyes well. Her voice cracks.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
But you... found... me.
She breaks down in sobs. Jill gives her another squeeze.
JILL
Come on Mom. Let me help you up to
bed. We can deal with this in the
morning.
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The Candlelit Confession
INT. CYNTHIA'S KITCHEN - EARLY MORNING
Not quite daylight. Cynthia wears slippers, blue jeans, and
a woolen sweater beneath her apron. She lights a candle on
the counter.
Jill peeks in the door.
JILL
(softly)
Hey.
She enters dressed for the day. She walks straight to Cynthia,
wraps her in a hug, and holds on for a long quite moment.
CYNTHIA
Mornin', sweetie. You should have
slept in.
JILL
I knew you'd be up.
CYNTHIA
Didn't sleep much.
Jill looks at her and raises an eyebrow.
JILL
You didn't sleep much?
CYNTHIA
Okay. I didn't sleep at all. But it
was... good. Lots of time to think.
Jack enters. He looks hesitantly at Jill, then at Cynthia.
Cynthia walks over to him and gives him a warm embrace.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
Merry Christmas.
Jack looks pleasantly surprised.
JACK
And to you, too.
CYNTHIA
Okay, let's make breakfast and...
chat.
She grabs a loaf of homemade bread and pulls a long knife
from a wooden holder.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
Here you go, Jack. Slice away.
She looks at Jill.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
Sweetie, crack and stir up about a
dozen eggs in that bowl.
They hear the creaking of the rafters on the second floor.
Cynthia points to the ceiling.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
Your friends are up.
She lights a gas burner on the stove and takes a pack of
bacon from the refrigerator. She looks at Jack pleadingly.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
Please tell me you were a happy boy,
Jack.
JACK
Oh, yes.
She smiles slightly and nods. Tears in her eyes.
CYNTHIA
I needed to hear you say that.
JACK
My parents were the best. And can
you believe they named me Jack?
Cynthia looks at him and smiles.
CYNTHIA
So did we.
Jack's eyes open wide in surprise.
She lays some strips of bacon in the pan, and they sizzle to
life.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
I've been trying all night to figure
out where to start today.
She wipes her eyes, then looks at Jack and Jill. She struggles
to begin her story.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
Your dad and I were college students,
two years 'til graduation when I got
pregnant.
She looks at Jill.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
I know you probably figured that one
out. I spiraled into a terrible place.
Had to be hospitalized.
She flips the strips of bacon with a fork as she talks.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
Everything's still really blurry.
There were doctors, medication, bright
lights. I remember your dad crying,
saying, "They're like Jack and Jill".
And we must have talked. I guess I
signed some papers.
She grabs another pan, butters it, and starts the burner.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
(to Jill)
Grandma took care of you for the
first few months. She kept trying to
help me hold you, but you'd have
nothing to do with that. You wanted
your grandma.
She fights her emotions.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
I have something to show you.
She reaches into her purse. Takes out an old, slightly
wrinkled photo. She hands it to them, and they study it
carefully. It shows a young mother asleep. Nestled in each
arm is a baby; one with a blue knit cap, the other with pink.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
I found this in your father's wallet.
Obviously, he snapped it while I was
asleep.
She glances at Jack.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
It's the only photo I have of you.
Jack and Jill look closely, wide-eyed.
Jack's lower lip trembles. He fights his emotions to speak.
JACK
So... okay, this is awkward. But...
I've been wondering...
(barely audible)
Why... me?
Cynthia glances away. She looks lost in thought.
CYNTHIA
Honestly, Jack, I don't know.
(pause)
I grew up with only brothers. Always
wanted a sister. Maybe I thought
with Jill...
She stares off for a long moment.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
I don't know. Sounds kinda stupid
now when I say it.
She starts to sob. Regains control. She looks into his eyes
beseechingly.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
I was so, so sick. Please believe
me. I'd struggled with depression
for years. After you two were born I
think I dried up and blew away.
He embraces her. A moment of silent reconciliation.
Then unexpectedly she begins to laugh.
Jack steps back and looks at her. Confused.
JILL
Mom! What?
CYNTHIA
Oh, my. What a time to...
She tries to speak but is too filled with laughter. Wiping
her eyes.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
Oh, my goodness.
More laughter. She looks at Jill.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
Your grandpa actually shoved a whole
necktie in his shoe?
Jill and Cynthia burst into laughter. Jack doesn't get the
joke.
They calm down. Cynthia wipes the laughter and the sorrow
from her eyes.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
Okay, call your friends down. Time
for Christmas breakfast.
Jack heads out the kitchen door. Jill follows and stops him
in the hallway.
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Christmas Morning Reconciliation and Romance
INT. FRONT HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
JILL
Jack!
He turns. She flies into his arms.
JILL (CONT'D)
Please forgive me.
JACK
Of course. And please forgive me for
barging in like I did.
She leans back to look in his eyes.
JILL
Of course. That's what our family
does.
He smiles.
JILL (CONT'D)
I want you to know, I'm so glad to
have you in my life. I thought I
loved you before. Now I know I do.
JACK
And I want you to know that I've
been dumped by some very hot women...
He smiles.
JACK (CONT'D)
...but none as beautiful as you.
She giggles softly and moves closer to his face. She whispers.
JILL
You know, brother...
(pause)
We almost kissed.
He hugs her.
JACK
This love can be better than romance.
They step apart, still holding hands. They share a warm
moment.
Gabriella comes down the stairs. She's dressed in jeans and
a cozy, soft sweater.
Jack startles for a moment seeing her for the first time
without a ponytail. Her beautiful hair flows over her
shoulders.
JACK (CONT'D)
Merry Christmas.
GABRIELLA
And to you, too.
JACK
Is Carlos up?
GABRIELLA
I heard some noise in there.
(then whispering)
How'd your talk go?
Jill considers.
JILL
Good.
(pause)
Hard, but good. We're ready for
breakfast.
JACK
I'll get Carlos.
GABRIELLA
No, I'll get him.
She bounds up the stairs, and at the top, runs right into
Carlos's arms.
GABRIELLA (CONT'D)
Oh! I'm sorry.
He holds her and almost can't speak.
CARLOS
I'm not. Look at you!
He studies her face. Then, with one hand, runs his fingers
through her hair, marveling at the colors. He exhales softly,
taking her in.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
Beautiful.
GABRIELLA
You should say Merry Christmas.
She reaches up. Puts her hands on both sides of his face and
kisses him fully.
Jill and Jack playfully eavesdrop from below.
JILL (O.S.)
Merry Christmas, you guys. Time to
eat.
Gabriella tosses her hair back, grabs his hand, and leads
him down the stairs.
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40 -
Christmas Morning Blessings
INT. CYNTHIA'S DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Jack and Jill stand behind their chairs on one side of the
table with plates of French toast, bacon, and scrambled eggs.
In the center, a lazy Susan with maple syrup, whipped cream,
powdered sugar, cinnamon, and assorted cookies.
Carlos and Gabriella enter, still holding hands.
Cynthia enters with a coffee carafe. She looks at Carlos and
Gabriella and smiles.
CYNTHIA
Merry Christmas, you two.
CARLOS
Merry Christmas!
She gestures to their seats.
Gabriella reaches out to straighten the silverware. Carlos
gently puts a hand on hers.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
Everything's okay.
She pulls back, looks at him, and gives him a knowing smile.
CYNTHIA
Please.
(pause)
Would someone like to pray?
Carlos raises his hand.
She smiles and they bow their heads. Carlos and Gabriella
cross themselves.
CARLOS
God, we thank you for this very
special Christmas day. Certainly,
one that we'll...
He fights emotion.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
... certainly one that we'll always
remember. And one that for me is a
most precious gift. Bless our
conversation around this delicious
meal.
(long pause)
Amen.
Again they cross themselves.
Cynthia pulls a tissue from her pocket and dries her eyes.
She holds out her hands to the table.
CYNTHIA
Please, everyone, help yourself.
They pass the food around and fill their plates.
GABRIELLA
This smells wonderful.
JILL
As wonderful as last evening?
GABRIELLA
With my apologies to you, Cynthia, I
think I need to say that no meal has
ever been as wonderful as last
evening's.
JILL
Oh, isn't it the greatest place?
CARLOS
In the greatest town. It really was...
GABRIELLA
Perfect.
Jill looks at Cynthia.
JILL
And believe me, Mom. This girl knows
perfect.
Cynthia laughs.
CYNTHIA
No need to apologize, Gabriella. I
would never try to compete with The
Woodstock Inn.
CARLOS
Well, that's good because I can
honestly say--
Suddenly, Carlos's voice catches with emotion.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
I'm sorry. Wow! Where'd that come
from?
He looks at Gabriella.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
Did you laminate something for me
this morning?
Jack and Jill laugh.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
What I was trying to say is...
(pause)
I can honestly say that I think my
time at The Woodstock Inn may have
changed my life.
He turns to Gabriella, who unconsciously tosses her hair
just a little and smiles back.
CARLOS (CONT'D)
I think I found who I want to build
it with.
Jill and Jack look at each other, wide-eyed.
JILL
Okay. Conversation may follow on the
ride home.
Cynthia stands and lifts the coffee carafe.
CYNTHIA
Anyone?
CARLOS
Yes. Thank you.
She passes him the carafe.
Jack looks at Cynthia. His eyes brighten.
JACK
Hey, I brought something.
He walks to the hallway and returns with a gift bag. He walks
to Cynthia.
JACK (CONT'D)
Okay, I'm not sure how I should
address you. Mom feels strange, but
Mrs. Smith feels really wrong.
CYNTHIA
How about Cynthia?
He smiles.
JACK
Cynthia, this is for you.
He holds it out, and she takes it in her lap. She looks
closely admiring the gift bag.
CYNTHIA
It's so beautiful that I hate to
look inside.
She removes the tissue paper and folds it neatly. She opens
the bag and lifts out the burl wood carving of the male and
female figures. They hold their hands out, not quite touching.
They stand on the glass base shaped like a splash of water.
Jill covers her hand with her mouth, then leans into Jack.
For a long moment, Cynthia stares in awe. Her eyes well with
tears.
CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
Oh, my.
(pause)
My twins.
Jack kneels next to her.
JACK
It's one of a kind.
Jill walks to the other side. She leans down and points
carefully at the figures.
JILL
And look closely, Mom. They're
reaching toward each other.
Across the table, Gabriella quietly nestles into Carlos’s
side. His arm slips around her as they take in the moment
together.
Cynthia smiles warmly at them through her tears.
Snow drifts softly beyond the windows.
FADE OUT.