2THURSDAY 19TH DECEMBER 2002
EARLY EVENING
Sunset.
FRANCIS BAY. LONG ISLAND.
A small fishing town, north of Montauk, situated on the Eastern Seaboard of the Island. 116 Miles East of New York City (2 Hour and 30 Minute drive away).
EXT. WILSON RESIDENCE.
The home to Harry, Bethany and Rebecca. Half a mile North of the main town. A Nantucket -style mansion, (replica to the one, seen in the film 'What Lies Beneath).
Diagonal to the North East of the house, is a small Cabin home, of which local fisherman, Benjamin Bates is a tenant to the Wilson's.
Going further east from the Wilson home, stretches an Estuary out into the Atlantic Ocean. Between 50-150 feet from the House down the Estuary, leads a walkway to a White Conical shaped Lighthouse, which stands at 75 feet tall.
EXT. CLARA BARTON
A 36 Year Old Red Headed lady, with Green Eyes, stands emotionally at the main house doorway, looking into the eyes of her long lost Daughter for the first time. Her long journey to finding her off spring has paid off. However, it's not the reception, she had hoped for.
INT. REBECCA TURNER
A 22 Year Old Brunette, with Blue Eyes, is caught off guard, by the last person she'd expect to find her.
Rebecca is very much put on the spot, when Clara claims to be her biological Mother. Since Rebecca's arrived in Harry's life, he has been convinced, she is his and Tina's Daughter.
Rebecca quivers to Clara's claim, whilst Clara anxiously awaits for Rebecca to acknowledge her. Clara's angst sees her reach out to a scared Rebecca and she pushes her hand away. It's an unwanted bond, that could potentially unravel, a deception, that could rip Harry's heart out. Rebecca looks at Clara in disgust.
REBECCA
Get Out. Who the hell are you, you crazy Bitch?
CLARA
I'm your Mother.
Rebecca immediately ignores Clara's claim again.
REBECCA
My father is a Police Officer and I will have him arrest you for harassment, if you don't leave right now.
Clara holds her hands up in defence of her innocence, trying to keep calm.
CLARA
I mean you no harm.
Rebecca raises her voice slightly, feeling the stress of a stranger making allegations.
REBECCA
Yeah, Right.
Clara composes herself. She doesn't want the end of her odyssey, be a wasted effort.
CLARA
I didn't come here, to expose you. I came here to explain, why I did what I did. And I want to understand - You.
Rebecca is still angry.
REBECCA
You know nothing about me. You have no right to make a lie like that.
CLARA
And you have no right, to claim to be the Daughter of a former Senator and a Deceased Broadway Actress. And for your information I know everything about you, my love.
Rebecca hesitates momentarily. Her heart pounds with fear, her secret could be exposed, to those she loves and cares for the most. Rebecca frowns in confusion.
REBECCA
What are you, a Lawyer?
Clara nervously smiles, trying to lighten the mood a little, as not make the situation even more hostile, than it already is.
CLARA
You see. Now, you know me...
Please, let me know you.
Rebecca glances round to the upstairs. Making sure Bethany has not heard the commotion downstairs. Rebecca naturally doesn't want to let the stranger inside the house, as she feels Clara is at threat to her personally. But, it seems Rebecca may not have a choice. She may have to trust the woman, who tells her she is her biological Mother. Rebecca takes a deep breath and nods allows Clara inside the house.
Clara glances to Rebecca, nervously, with a tender smile.
CLARA
Thanks.
Rebecca points her hand out to the left, towards the Kitchen area, not feeling too comfortable.
REBECCA
This way.
Clara holds onto her hand bag and heads into the Kitchen area. Rebecca follows on behind.
INT. KITCHEN AREA.
A big area, with a large rectangular counter in the centre, between the Cooker and the Washing Machine.
Clara waits politely for Rebecca to allow her to sit. Rebecca stares at her quite aggressively, but cannot make the situation any worse, considering Bethany could make an abrupt appearance anytime soon.
REBECCA
You can sit.
CLARA
Thank you.
Clara sits on a stool and places her handbag by her feet. Rebecca sighs, not wanting to have a conversation, she thought she'd never have. She throws her arms out arrogantly and replies in a sarcastic manner.
REBECCA
Tea? Coffee?
CLARA
Oh. None for me thank you. You go ahead though.
Rebecca then yanks at the stool and sits down, feeling agitated.
REBECCA
That was easy. I guess you're not all that needy
(sarcastic)
Clara starts to feel hurt. She can tell, it's going to be a long fight to have a relationship with her Daughter, who is pretending to be somebody else's off spring. Clara wants to cry, but cannot bring herself to do it. It could be embarrassing.
CLARA
I know your hurt, by what I've told you.
REBECCA
You haven't told me anything. Except the drivel of you claiming to be my birth Mother and me pretending to be my Father's Daughter.
Clara point blank looks Rebecca in the eye.
CLARA
If I hadn't said that, you wouldn't have let me in.
Rebecca starts to get annoyed and pulls an irritated expression. She's her arms, as she does her best to get Clara to leave.
REBECCA
Just get to the fucking point.
So, come on. Let's hear your monologue.
Just what do you know about me?
Clara does not like Rebecca's tone and leans forward to make her listen. Clara is adamant her Daughter will listen to reason and understand her wrong doings. Clara herself then gives a sarcastic tone.
CLARA
OK, sweetheart. I will get to the fucking point.
But, just remember I could easily be your enemy, than the Mother who never stopped loving you. Even if you weren't there.