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SCREENPLAY- LOOK AWAY

Open INT on Boy Scout patrol, troop 19, Minneapolis,  reciting  the Scout Law and  oath*. include MICHAEL age 11,GEORGE  age 12 and scoutmaster WILL.  They continue recitation in background as scene moves to EXT  San Francisco about 1964;  then to outline map of San Francisco 1981, and two subsequent maps, revealing numbers and locations of AIDS cases. 1981: 127 cases; 1984 1027 cases; 1996 20,756 cases.

INT BEDROOM EVENING. 1986 San Francisco Castro district.
noises of oxygen generator motor and O2 moisturizer
bubbling.  Furniture sparse. A bookshelf. chair and table
with four battered brown spiral notebooks on top. IV stand,
2 bags of infusion, piggybacked. Hospital type  wheeled
over-bed table. toilet commode. Bedside table with two pill
bottles on top, and bedpan, urine collector below. empty
wheelchair. Walker. TV on but with only a blank grainy screen
and static no signal.

GEORGE OLSEN of age mid 50’s with obvious severe
wasting illness sitting in recliner. Oxygen by nasal prong.  IV. Breathes with effort. wet productive cough, spits into
Kleenex and pokes it at a paper bag. Is looking at blank TV
when MICHAEL MORSE  same age medium
build, balding. enters carrying a tray with soda
crackers, a pitcher of water, glass, and soup.

MICHAEL
Here. You look like you need this.

GEORGE
(waves him off, looks away and
speaks at the window shade.)
I can’t talk much let alone eat.

MICHAEL
I’ve never heard of pneumo-whatzit.

GEORGE
Pneumocystis.  Pneumonia but they
can fix it. A week maybe.  Or three. Who knows. I won’t
live long either way.

MICHAEL
Why? What is it, why didn’t you
call sooner?

GEORGE
Didn’t want to talk about it.  Now I
do; In need to. I’m too sick not to.  Or you can read it.

MICHAEL
Read?

GEORGE
(waves at table, notebooks.)
In those notebooks. They go back a
long ways.

MICHAEL
I don’t read. It’s against my religion. Why can’t you just tell me?

GEORGE

What religion!  You’re  religious sausage. But I’ll try to tell you.  The notebooks  there, and my death, can speak for themselves. Res ipsa loquitor.

MICHAEL
Shit.You always were a nerdy bastard!   Your Death! I was shocked to hear from you after so many years, and were so sick.  All I knew is you were a stock broker in San Francisco. Merrill  Lynch?  But OK I’ll read it. But  for now eat something.  What’d  you write about?   I didn’t know you liked to write.
(Picks up the notebooks and opens one.)

GEORGE
I don’t. Wrote  what  we all know but never speak of.

MICHAEL
All know?  Who all?

GEORGE
Troop 19.

MICHAEL
What! Scouts!

GEORGE

Don’t act dumb. It’s me, George!  I know you know. You know I know. I know you know I know you know.   Or something like that!

MICHAEL ( Looks away, slightly uncomfortable, and shifts focus of the conversation.) OK never mind for now. Eat. Let me read.

cut to:

NOTEBOOK ONE: PATROL MEETING EVE a church basement. 1966     SCOUT TROOP 19, ELK PATROL, lineup of 7
boys age 11 or 12. partial scout
uniforms in various degrees of
disarray most with troop 19
neckerchief. They recite Scout Law
in ragged unison.  WILL SURNUA,
SCOUTMASTER follows, pointing to
items on a large display. He is
5ft 7 in. Dark curly hair; voice
sharp, theatrically low pitched and
loud; ‘from the diaphragm’. Heavy
fleshed, full lipped, dark late day
beard; not unpleasant except when
he scowls darkly, as when barking
orders to scouts out of line;
otherwise speaks with studied
camaraderie and familiarity.
Addresses scouts by last names.
WILL is musical director for a
radio station and active in the
musical community and a well known
classical music and radio talk show host. Boys
reciting the Scout Oath, displayed
on a large display board as Will
points to items.

BOYS together recite:

A Scout is Trustworthy. Loyal. Helpful.

An inaudible aside causes a breakout of half suppressed  laughter. Will sears them with a look but is silent.

BOYS:
Friendly.Courteous.Kind.
Obedient, Cheerful, Thrifty.
Latecomer, MICHAEL OLSEN, quickly slips to the end of the line.

WILL
Dammit, Morse, you’re 15 minutes
late. Again! This has to stop.

RICHLAND  (another scout)
Fukin’ A! Or he’ll make you Patrol
Leader!

WILL
ENOUGH!

MICHAEL

I…I’m sorry, I had to finish up collecting.

WILL

(While Will launches into a longish talk, boys, don’t seem particularly impressed.)
Morse, here, is new. He needs to
know not only rules but reasons.
Let’s tell him. We have  40 acres
in the North Woods on Loon Lake.
A summer camp, canoes, docks, the works. That requires
money. How do we get the money. Anyone?

JAMGOT (another scout)
We  bust our ass all year. Rent camp  to other troops in summer.
We door to door sell tickets to the
Operetta.  We are in the performances.

WILL
Right! A Scout is Thrifty. We work
and save for camp. The operetta
this winter is ‘The Desert Song’
All of you need to take part. (Boys
Groan.)

MICHAEL
What about  the canoe trip?

WILL
Those who help raise funds. Work in the operetta.
Attend construction camp. Become a senior scout and work in the
regular camp sessions. Then. Then it happens.
(A long fart erupts.
Michael pays close attention throughout, while many of scouts
are  scuffling, giggling.)

WILL
(losing it) QUIET! We can do
without that sort of crap. Get on
with the oath.

BOYS
A Scout is Brave. Clean.Reverent.

WILL
OK  enough for now. We need to do knots.
All week I want you to work on
knots; every day a half hour.
Because I want you all, every one,
to complete that merit badge next
week.

MICHAEL

When is camp?

WILL

Every year, after school
is out, we work three weeks at camp
construction.  After, we have 4
weeks of regular camp. Then
the senior scouts go on a three week canoe
trip to the border waters. A few have to go up sometimes in winter

to clear the snow off the roofs so they don’t collapse, and do repairs for  winter damage.

OK. To the knots!

And Be Advised: No Farting
for the rest of the night!
(Scouts break up, roughhousing,
commenting about  who it was who
farted, making armpit farty
variations.)                        cut to:

NOTEBOOK S CHAPTER TWO: REHEARSAL

INT EVE SAME CHURCH BASEMENT. First rehearsal of DESERT SONG
SIGMUND ROMERG AND HAMMERSTEIN.

RICHLAND

You mean Rpgers….

WILL

No, Romberg.  Before Rogers.And we have permission to use or that old stuff.

(Throughout film selected songs
heard from this operetta and from NEW MOON, same authors.
About 30 people, including scouts from Elk patrol, including
Michel, George, Jamgot, and Leonard. There are ten or more
high school age girls. 8 or 10 older boys, former troop
members, 7 or 8   experience or professional adult singers,  who will sing roles of the principals, the Red Shadow,
&  Margot, pro bono. A pianist. Open on Will, in his
obviously  low pitche  authoritative public voice. He is leading
the diverse group of singers in his traditional vocal
warm-up. Few of the scouts or youngsters are very serious or attentive.

WILL
That was pathetic, people. We have
been here 20 minutes already. But
we’ll do this again and again until
we all take part and do it right.
(nods to pianist.) An A please.
(sound of A note from piano,
repeats several times.)

Sing with the mouth ROUND, and open wide. Way
back in the throat! From the gut! And  look
happy to be here! RICHLAND you sing  like a corpse!  TOGETHER NOW:
AAAAAAAAA………

Now on the downbeat,  (They sing a old warm-up series)

DA MO NI TI  PO TU LA BE (each iteration a note higer.)

WILL
Much better. Again:
DAMONITIPOTULABE.

WILL
Good. One last time: All!
DAMONITIPOTULABE.

WILL
OK lets move on. We will start with
Act one scene one… principals,
forward; chorus in the
rear…
cut to:

NOTEBOOKS, CHAPTER THREE  CONSTRUCTION CAMP

JULY MORNING THE FOLLOWING SUMMER. CAMP NEAR CANADIAN
BORDER ON HIGHWAY ONE. Older scouts working in a clearing.
forested area next to a camp mess hall and kitchen. a rustic
but substantial log structure. cement mixer running.
material for mortar. shovels. large barrel of water.  in the
distance a lake,  dock, canoes on racks, paddles stored
upright on rack. rowboats beached. Opposite direction are
scouts, framing the side walls for cement floored, canvas
topped quarters adequate for four cots. MICHAEL is on
a scaffold where quart sized rocks of various shape are
stowed; he is troweling mortar onto  selected rocks, placing
them carefully one searching for the next rock to fits the
space.

WILL

Looks good, MORSE. Have you done that before?

MICHAEL
Last year.  Remember? Not much though.

WILL
Oh. Yeah. Well, be careful about falling, and
keep your hands out of the mortar.
It eats the skin. A shirt wouldn’t
hurt either; you are red as a
dogprick, and will be bellyaching
about the pain if you don’t.
Incidentally, do you think you can
you cook?

MICHAEL
Not much.

WILL
Learn.I want you to cook at
construction camp next year. You
be Eagle Scout. I hope you
can come with us to the Quetico in
August.

MICHAEL  (Smiles but doesn’t
respond at first) That a threat or
promise?  I went last year. I
really like paddling against the
wind; setting camp in the
dark; leeches; portages; burned
pancakes; boiled  orange peels with
sugar when we run low on food;
electric storms and green tornado sky. But;
OK, I’ll cook at construction, but nix on cooking for  the canoe trip!

WILL
You know the story of the cook?
Draws the short straw, and is
cook.  Whoever complains has to be
the new cook?  Weeks pass and
finally he prepares a mooseshit
pie, crust and all. When the first
camper tastes it he spits it out
and says ‘ Mooseshit!… But real
good!’

MICHAEL
Heard it. A few times. Maybe
twenty.

WILL
Get back to work, smart ass!!

5:30 AM SAME CAMP ANOTHER DAY.

George is at the lake shore. He walks the dock and looks at
the predawn sky for a while. There is no wind. The
water, sky, and a thin fog are one. Loon calls  in the distance.  George walks back to the canoe rack, pulls down a canoe.  daylight invades the sky slowly. He very quietly moves canoe to water’s edge, places a  paddle and life preserver inside, and  pushes off as he hops on.  moves softly, silently on still dark water.
The distant woods appear slowly as mist yields and
the lake surface becomes a sheet of yellow gold shimmering in the
canoe’s wake.

cut  to:

NOTEBOOKS CHAPTER FOUR: WINTER CAMP REPAIRS.

WINTER NIGHT. SAME YEAR. THE CANVAS COVERED REAR OF A LARGE
CANVAS COVERED TRUCK BED DRIVING NORTHWARD IN MINNESOTA.
Scouts George, Michael, Richland, Jamgot are fully dressed for arctic cold typical of that season and place; they are lying on and in sleeping bags, among lots of  gear; duffel bags, tool boxes, Styrofoam food carriers, snow     shovels.  They are singing:

The wind and rain had come that night And washed it half
away, What was left upon that sign Made that billboard say:
Bay Rum and Coca Cola, We have the best in town, Castoria
cures the measles If you pay five dollars down Teeth
extracted without pay a little at a time, And you can soon
be sleeping on The Sunday New York Times.”

MICHAEL then ALL

Qui qua moni moni tish nick, Um qua qui,Um qua Quo (repeat)O
nicoremo, O galli galli amo (repeat) O nicoremo O galli
galli  amo, O nicormemo O galli gall UM QUA, UM QUA, UM QUA
QUA!

JAMGOT
99 Bottles of beer on the

shelf, 99… OW!                                                                              cut to:

A MESS HALL at camp where the boys are sleeping on wire spring   cots, three cot mattresses each. large room with 12 table/bench  one piece combinations, a modest commercial kitchen, cupboards, sinks, gas stove etc.They sleep ranged around a large space  heater.

GEORGE
(loud stage whisper) Mike!  …. Hey Michael!   I gotta take
a crap. (No  response. Repeats
louder.)

MICHAEL
Christ, can’t you wait?

GEORGE
No. Really. NO.

MICHAEL
Well. Go to the outhouse.

GEORGE
It’s too cold; and too far. The hole
will freeze my ass. Stick like a tongue on a  froze flagpole.

MICHAEL
Damn. Don’t you know anything? Take
the blowtorch. Light it here. Take
a roll of bunwad. Drop a lot down
your a hole.  Warm up the seat with the torch.
Light the TP. Want me to wipe your ass too?

GEORGE
What if I start a fire?

MICHAEL
Shit don’t burn too good. It ain’t
what they call flammable.
(George climbs out of his
sleeping bag, shivering,
dresses laboriously, picks up
the blowtorch, lights   it,
and exits to a path through 2 ft of
snow.)                                                                                       cut to:

A FROZEN LAKE AT  NIGHT

About 9PM. NEXT NIGHT. 30 below zero. full moon  no    breeze.     Michael walking alone on the ice near shore. The shifting ice
groans and cracks in the brittle air. He ventures farther and
farther onto the lake. A particularly strong cracking causes
a loud boom but he doesn’t stop. After a few minutes he
turns back, his steps making high pitched sounds only heard in
below zero temperatures.                                                     cut to:

TABOGGANING BENHIND A TRUCK AT 60 BELOW ZERO
2 PM next day. road  bordered by 5 ft snowbanks on recent  soft  plowed snow. truck rolls at about 25 MPH,   towing a  careening toboggan on a long rope. All boys are aboard, we   don’t see the driver, who
swerves,  speeds up, slows down.                             cut to:

INTERIOR TRUCK BED EN-ROUTE SOUTH. SAME DAY, SUNDAY LATE
EVENING,BOYS IN SLEEPING, BAGS. SAME SORT OF DISARRAY AND             SCATTERED MATERIAL AS BEFORE, exhausted, faces wind
and cold burned.

GEORGE
You ‘wake?

MICHAEL
Yeah. Can’t sleep.

GEORGE
Me too. Tobogganing was terrific!

MICHAEL
I’d so much on I couldn’t hardly move. but y’konow?  It wasn’t  cold even at 30 per!

GEORGE
At home it’s different;  we take a short run, then
climb up and go again. But only
about 2 or 3 times, ’til we have to
quit because someone can’t get
up. Nothing like this! We were out an more than an hour!

MICHAEL
For sure!  I always like it here. Winter, Summer, doesn’t matter.  Even like walking in the night on  the lake ice. It talks, complains, groans,
creaks.  It’s 3 feet thick, can’t break, can take a
truck; but it’s alive.

GEORGE

You go alone?

MICHAEL

Yeah. I like it that way….It’s like discovering, exploring a new world.
like it..

GEORGE
You’re crazy. I’d rather be with friends, building stuff like we do at construction. Even those dumb operettas, the fund raising. I need people.   But not right now.  I gotta sleep, catch
the streetcar at 6, and we won’t get back until after 10, and I’ve homework.

MICHAEL
I don’t want to sleep.  Being up here so far from home is something i like to take in a little at a time.   It’s like a big Hershey bar in the fridge; take a little  bite every afternoon so it lasts.

RICHLAND

JeeZus you guys. Shut up!  If I  found your damn  Hershey bar I’d eat it up quick.

MICHAEL

Me too! Your Hershey would be gone in 2 minutes. Mike you talk as much as that asshole Will.

JAMGOTH

He’s sort of an asshole. But you know how much he spends on this camp? He just bought this truck to go back and forth, take stuff, and us.  No one else would put in the time and money he does. For what! Scouts?

RICHLAND

A bunch of the parents had a meeting last Spring. A bout Bill.  Something was up, but nothing came of it. I never did get what the problem was, sort of hush hush.

GEORGE

OK, but he´s still a prick. He sure can be a pain in the ass. You like him to call you that? Jamcrotch?

JAMGOTH

It’s a joke  dickhead.

RICHLAND

Maybe. But some of his jokes are sick.  I’d say most all of ’em. My dad says his brother’s another single scoutmastard.  Got that? He doesn’t trust them.  But he says at least Will does do all this,  camp stuff, and the canoe trips. I give him that.

GEORGE

You guys are all  pricks. Shut up and go to sleep. I got to get up early.

NOTEBOOKS CHAPTER FIVE :THE OVERNIGHT

INT SAME TRUCK LATER SAME EVENING. AT RICHLAND’S HOME,
DRIVEWAY. Richland gets out and takes his  gear.

RICHLAND
See  ya’.
Don’t forget to bring
my Geometry book tomorrow.

MICHAEL
Yeah.
Thanks.  I won’t wear it out
tonight. So long.

JAMGOT
See ya!

WILL
Move it Richland, it’s late!

RICHLAND
Right,Mastard.

INTERIOR TRUCK. LATER. DRIVEWAY JAMGOT’S HOME

JAMGOT
We’re to my house. It’s been fun.

MICHAEL
Yeah. In spades.

JAMGOT
I think you… (hesitates, looks
away.)

MICHAEL
What?

JAMGOT
If you… (truck pulls into
driveway and stops.) Nothing. I
have to go.

MICHAEL

What were you going to say?

WILL
Move it Jamcrotch. We haven’t all
night!

JAMGOT
(Hesitates, then looks away.)
Nothing.(louder) OK. See ya tomorrow, Mike.

MICHAEL
(puzzled.) Of course.  What
else!

ABOUT 12:30 AM. DRIVEWAY, Will’s house. Typical upscale
terraced Minneapolis three story lakeside home. Will opens
rear panel of truck.

WILL
We have to stop here for a minute, Morse.
I have to make a couple of calls.
And I’ll call your folks so they
don’t worry. Come in a minute.

(Micheal gets out of truck.camera follows them into house
to kitchen. Will  opens refrigerator puts milk and cookies
on counter.)

WILL
Help yourself. I’ll make the calls
and be right back.  Exits.

Michael,eating cookies and milk, walks around  kitchen and into         LR. Artzy decor w  prominent erotic material, statues,
paintings,a grand piano, musical instruments, stands, drums. Will
returns.

WILL
Your dad says you have
your school books, and you can stay
here tonight; I’ll drop you off at
school on my way to the station.

MICHAEL
(doubtful) I have to get something
at home.
WILL
What?

MICHAEL
Clean clothes.
WILL
I’ve plenty! You can’t imagine how
much stuff kids leave around at
camp. I never can find who left it,
but i wash it and save it just in
case. No problem there! I’ll put
out a towel so you can shower if
you want.

MICHAEL
I have to make my lunch. And  take
$2.00 for …

WILL
Nonsense., Morse! I’ll take care of the $2.
I’ve all the lunch  makings! (turns
abruptly and exits not waiting for
any further comment.)
cut to:

1987 INT GEORGE’S APARTMENT, A SPRING AFTERNOON The room is similar to before but absent oxygen generator, wheelchair, and  IVs.
Many more bottles of  pills on bedside stand. George has
mottled skin patches and is pale. TV is on, but muted.
He sits in his recliner. He speaks easily and clearly,
has gained a little weight. Michael in a chair.  Notebooks stacked on shelf  nearby.

GEORGE

Goddamn pills make me sick but keep me alive. Don’t know whether to  be grateful or outraged. they’re all poison.  You digested the notebooks?

MICHAEL

Think you’ll live longer with all those pills?

GEORGE

Sure as hell seems like it!

MICHAEL

I will say you look a lot better. more like yourself.

GEO

I am. Did you finish reading all the notebooks?

MICHAEL

Yep. It’s a complicated theory you have. I’m not sure I
buy it or understand. You think  Will is a
pedophile, and  that he molested scouts; that he taught him a prostate was, and fucked some.  They learned, and when AIDS hit they were likely to get it. Like you.

GEORGE

Yep. You got it  pretty much.

MICHAEL

OK so I get the idea;  but how do you know? Did you keep track of all the scouts?

GEORGE
I don’t know.   Not for a fact.  And I don’t keep track. Several are here in San Francisco, several around the country. Put it this way: We were all unwitting participants in an unplanned experiment. That experiment lasted several decades, and the results are in. But. Nobody has
looked at the results.

MICHAEL
What are you talking about. All in an experiment?

GEORGE
I don’t get that you don’t get it. We were abused by Will.  EVen though no one, not one of us so far as i know, ever said a word to anyone.

MICHAEL

Not me!

GEORGE

That amazes me.  YOu were just lucky. Or too ugly!  Kids, from the beginning of time have been at  risk abuse.  Of all sorts.  They are particularly available for  timeless, faceless
limitless sexual abuse. Even, maybe especially, in what we call advanced societies.  We are a sex crazed society.  That includes pedophilia. You see it now right here. Everywhere, and  in  literature and art anal is ‘in’.   Not just porn.  In the best homes and the worst. Man Boy Love and the  rest. We see it; and look away. Hell, Socrates and lots of Greeks were pedophiles, the men anyway.

MICHAEL
What does that have to do with  an
‘experiment’?

GEORGE
Just this:  Will’s a pedophile. Maybe a decent one in some ways, but all the same he abused boys.  I think lots of us. So those abused are  in the  study group.

MICHAEL

You lost me.

GEORGE

If MSM people,  or anal sex people,  are born that
way, a certain  preset percent would have been exposed to AIDS when it
exploded on the world.  Because  that’s a fine way to spread it.

But if MSM is to some degree a learned sexual
preference,  call it BSM, then
early imprinting or learning would
increase the percent of MSM in
the study group  compared to the control group, and also increase
the percent of AIDS.

MICHAEL
BSM? Like Boy Scout Manual? Whoah!

GEORGE

Just a stupid joke. Boy Sex with Men.

GEORGE

You think young boys, when exposed to BSM become more
likely to prefer MSM?

GEORGE
Maybe. That’s what I’d like to know. By looking up the history of
our whole troop. Hundreds over the years, and comparing it to another similar group. There would be a significant difference.
Or  not.

MICHAEL
(Turns, looks away. Then turns back
but avoids looking  directly at George.
Redirects the conversation.) What
about Will? Do you know where he
is?

GEORGE
He’s not well. Diabetes, not AIDS;

MICHAEL ( Somewhat vehemently or bitterly , as if over reacting.)

You don’t get AIDS from abusing  nice clean virginal boys!

Do you know where he is?

GEORGE
Yeah. In  a convalescent hospital. With an amputated  leg and kidney trouble.That’s why i called. I want to ask you a favor, Mike.  Go see him.
Say you want to tell him you want to organize a reunion.  For him, or for us doesn’t matter.
Ask him for a list of names of the boys in our troop.

MICHAEL
(looking again at the closed window
shade) But you are better now.
Couldn’t you go?

GEORGE
He’d be suspicious.  Actually it’s better for
someone he didn’t molest.  I
understand that’s you. You still  say you qualify?

MICHAEL
(walks toward the closed
window shade. Turns back but
answers at the TV. It should be
clear to us that Michael is not
telling all.) Not much. He  only
kissed me.  A thick fleshy ugly beard scratch
thing on the lips. The worst.

GEORGE
That’s all?
MICHAEL ( again looks away while answering)
That’s all.

GEORGE
I asked my father in there was ever any suggestion Bill was a pedophile.  He said that there were some   hints of it, and some discussions among the scout  parents.

MICHAEL

You asked?  I didn’t know they talked about it! What came of it?

GEORGE
They decided there wasn’t any clear evidence; unless there was the scout experience  in our troop was so extraordinary that  gossip of that sort couldn’t be allowed to  interfere.

MICHAEL ( Again, inappropriately angry)
Typical! I don’t suppose anyone asked the scouts!
If anyone had asked you about
Will would you have told them?

GEORGE

I doubt it. Would you have told anyone he kissed you

MICHAEL

No. No one asked.

GEORGE
Why should they, Mike?  Anyway that  ugly little kiss
doesn’t qualify for an abuse medal, Mike.
So will you ask him for the names?

MICHAEL  (avoiding the question.)
I  was precocious. Very immature and insecure. I had to start  college shortly after that. Then my breakdown. But the shrink has taken me off medication for some time now. Mostly.

GEORGE

You’ve been depressed?

MICHAEL

Off and on.   Said I was very angry about something.  But then all they do now is give you pills that make you sleepy and fat.

GEORGE

Yeah. But will you talk with Bill for me, see if you can get some records?

MICHAEL

I hate rest homes. Old
urine. New shit. Stirred with air
freshener.

GEORGE

Well?

MICHAEL

( Again with out of proportion anger)

Well, I’ll see him. Ask him. But I’d rather see him dead!
GEORGE
Why do you say a thing like that?

MICHAEL
Oh… just if he affected you that way… and others. Maybe over reacting. I’ve forgotten about it all. But when i think about it, i get… (looks away)…

AT THE NURSING HOME

INT. AFTERNOON A WEEK LATER. PRIVATE ROOM.
Will is in a chair dozing. TV on but muted. Will is gray
haired , fleshy  and sag faced, but with only minor aging, well kept.  Michael is  at the door,haggard, unshaven, uncharacteristically disheveled. He approaches,looks at Will for a time, and  little  by little approaches closely. Of a sudden Will  sits up, opens his eyes  looking directly at Michael and
shouts:

WILL
MICHAEL!

MICHAEL
(drawing back,suddenly, inordinately offended)

You were pretending to be asleep!

WILL
(Smiling broadly, happy with the effect)
Yes, they told me you were here!
Can’t have just any asshole dropping
by!  I just decided to ambush you,
put you off balance, fuck with you.

MICHAEL
( angered by this seemingly innocuous ruse)
You son of a Bitch! Like you ambushed me
when I stayed at your house!

WILL
Poor baby!  (Laughs, mockingly;
then, more concerned, becomes a bit  defensive)
But come on! What are you so pissed
about?  I didn’t corn hole you or
anything; or did I? I can’t  remember.  Maybe I should have! You
just disappeared. Never saw you again until this minute!

MICHAEL
(loses all composure) That’s right! With good reason!  I never told anyone about you! I’m still ashamed  of that. But you know it !  To me;  not just me either! You didn’t corn hole me?
You  only fucked my mind.
(Michael realizes he has blown the chance to get information about the rest of the troop members; he  has betrayed his promise to George which makes  him even more irate .)
A scout is Clean! You filthy hypocrite! The Scout Law!
I’m  going to teach you something! Fuck you!

(He pulls out a pistol he has brought, points it first at Will’s head, then hesitates and aims at Wills genitals; shoots.  Then places the barrel to his own mouth and pulls the trigger a second time.

THE LAST NOTEBOOK

A LARGE CHURCH. AFTERNOON TWO MONTHS LATER. Will survived but is now dead. The  place is filled, crowded, SRO.  A big media event. Many of Will’s old associates are here to  honor him. Among these are of his now older scouts. George  is here in a wheelchair copying names and addresses from the  guest registry, entering them in a new red spiral notebook. In  the background we hear snatches of voices eulogizing Will.  It is evident that he was a driven, brilliant, dynamic man,   very successful, much respected in the world of radio, music and  theater. We may suspect that he was conflicted about his  alleged pedophilia  and pederasty, but we have no evidence,  beyond what we have heard.

As the eulogies come to an end, George enters the chapel, slowly rolls his wheelchair down the  central aisle, reaches the microphone, and proceeds to speak.

GEORGE
I am filled with emotion as I think of this great and admired, beloved man who impacted the lives  so many boys like I  once was.  He devoted the
biggest part of many and many a day and night to his scouts and he will
always be with us. With that in mind I would like to ask your help
in organizing a reunion of Will’s scouts in the near future.

There is a red spiral notebook next
to the guest register. I ask you, before leaving, please leave any
names, addresses and phone numbers, or information that can help me  reach Will’s former Scouts. If any  of us are here today please see me. If you know of  any of Will’s boys have passed away, please  let me know who can be reached for  information that we can share among us in memory of                one another, and of our Scoutmaster Will.

Thank You

END
During credits, George  continues
taking down info in his  notebook.
Music is the Song of the Riffs then
other Romberg-Hammerstein songs
from The Desert Song or New Moon.

*

[1] Boy Scout Oath or Promise

On my honor, I will do my best
To do my duty to God and my country and to obey the Scout Law;
To help other people at all times;
To keep myself physically strong, mentally awake and morally straight.

Boy Scout Law

A Scout is:

  • Trustworthy,
  • Loyal,
  • Helpful,
  • Friendly,
  • Courteous,
  • Kind,
  • Obedient,
  • Cheerful,
  • Thrifty,
  • Brave,
  • Clean,
  • and Reverent.

Boy Scout Motto

Be Prepared!


Boy Scout Slogan

Do a Good Turn Daily!

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