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CONTINUED:9.MRS. MARTINYou’re drunk.MR. MARTINA little. Doesn’t mean we can’ttalk. Might even make it easier.MRS. MARTINWhat do you want to talk about?Us.MR. MARTINMRS. MARTINI told you, everything’s fine.MR. MARTINIt doesn’t feel that way, Barb.You’re so far away. All the time.What’d I do, baby? I can’t figureit out. Just tell me and I’ll makeit right, okay?Mrs. Martin stops folding and looks up. Seeing her husbandso raw, she feels a touch of sympathy. Or maybe it’s pity.MRS. MARTINWe’ll talk in the morning, Glenn. Ipromise. Go upstairs and sleep itoff.She resumes folding. As Mr. Martin heavily trudges to thestairs, a DRUM CADENCE starts playing. The rhythm takes us--EXT. HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL FIELD - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)CLOSE on Tom, headpiece wet and feather dangling, banginghis bass drum. The band marches out of the stadium after thegame, 80 pairs of feet tapping the pavement in unison to thehypnotic beat. Behind them, football players shake hands onthe field and the crowd files out.INT. BAND ROOM - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)The band members break ranks and flood into the band room,laughing and joking. FIND Tom putting down his drum. Heremoves his headpiece, sees the broken feather, holds itstraight. It flops back down. Oh well. WILLIE, a longhairedskate rat, walks up and sees everyone changing.(CONTINUED)