On Abbott Avenue

Part Nine

INT. CHURCH- FLASHBACK - AFTERNOON

PRIEST

You may now kiss the bride.

Cameras flash, voices cheer, music plays as Alden in his sharp suit and Amelia, in a gorgeous white wedding gown lean in aggressively towards each other. Becoming one in the moment.

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Roland stands up before the crowded church full of people.

ROLAND

The congratulations to be made here tonight are obvious. Congratulations first to Mr. Alden Joyner: now the luckiest man on Earth. But I would also like to congratulate the guest of honor, herself. A goddess. A beautiful and warm soul that makes every day of my life worth living. A constant reminder that Kelly and I- well, three down, two to go, I suppose you could say.

There is a smattering of laughter.

ROLAND

Though I obviously don't look it, I'll be fifty this fall. Today is one of those days where I realize that this isn't about me anymore. It's about the five beautiful children Kelly and I have brought into this world. So this is to the lady of the hour, of every hour, but especially this one, Miss Amelia Forester. Or as she will now be called, Mrs. Amelia Joyner. God, that will take some getting used to. But tonight is also for Paul, who leaves for boot camp next week. And it's for Rick. It's for Daisy and its for little Bowie, who just made the little league team. Today is the first of what I hope to be five amazing weddings that I'll attend for my children. This is the start of the future of the Forester family. And I can tell you right now, it's gonna be one hell of a ride. So join me now in a toast, for Alden and Amelia!

The church breaks out in echoes of "FOR ALDEN AND AMELIA!"

Glasses are raised, hands clap, voices cheer...

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INT. DAISY'S BEDROOM - FORESTER HOUSE - NIGHT

She hobbles over to her desk and reaches for a cup of pens, nearly knocking it over. There is a haunted and horrified look in her eyes. Everything seems different now. She glances behind her every other second.

She pulls a piece of paper over with a shaky hand and begins to write, still checking behind her shoulder every other second.

The first line on the paper is familiar to us, it reads; "They call it the final war."

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INT. BASEMENT - FORESTER HOUSE - PRESENT - NIGHT

Ewan slams the basement door behind him and descends the steps, dabbing at the blood on his hands with a rag.

Several of the other mercenaries are lounging around, staring up at him as he comes into view.

EZEKIEL

(Nervously)

Boss, what was going on up there?

EWAN

(Walks past him, opens the fridge)