Blue valentine

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Blue Valentine
Written by Derek Cianfrance & Cami Delavigne and Joey Curtis

Official White Script 4/5:

96 Pages

Writer's Guild of America: RO7380 - 00

EXT. RURAL SUBURBAN STREET - DAWN - PRESENT DAY A 5-year old girl wanders alone, lost in her neighborhood. FRANKIE (barely audible) Me-gan! INT. PERIERA HOME - PRESENT DAY FRANKIE crawls through a dog door. She walks into the livingroom where... DEAN PERIERA, 30 years old, hefty, sleeps in a lazyboy. FRANKIE (hushed) Get up, Get up. Frankie uses the footrest to crawl up onto her dad's belly. FRANKIE (cont’d) We have to go outside. DEAN (waking) What’s the matter baby? She sniffles. He notices. EXT. PERIERA HOME - BACK/FRONT YARDS - PRESENT DAY The back door opens and Dean carries Frankie to the yard. The first yellow rays ofsunlight hit their faces. He looks over the lawn, an empty bowl, water tin and a doghouse posting the name MEGAN. The gate has been left OPEN.

DEAN Okay sweetheart go check in the house, see if she’s in there. He lets Frankie down on the ground. She crawls inside the doghouse. There's no one home. DEAN (cont’d) Megan! (CONTINUED)

Blue Valentine Official White as of 12/23/10 CONTINUED:

2.Dean carries Frankie to the front yard. They look around. FRANKIE When's she going to get back? DEAN Oh Buddy, she’s gonna come back. You know what we’ll put some water in her bowl, you know some food. She’s gonna get hungry she’s going to have to come back to eat right? I”m hungry right now. Are you hungry? You know I’m so hungy I could just eat your hand. Yeah, no no just let me have bite ofyour hand okay? Just one bite. How come I can’t have one bite? Just one finger. FRANKIE No! Dean’s optimism is infectious. Frankie nods slowly. DEAN You’ve got five of them. Dean pretends to gnaw at Frankie’s hand. Breaks her sadness. DEAN (cont’d) Okay we’ve got to be quiet when we wake up mommy okay. INT. PERIERA HOME - BEDROOM - 6:12AM - PRESENT DAY CINDY PERIERA, 28, sleeps in bed. Sunlightspills through translucent yellow curtains into a small master bedroom. DEAN Do you want to get thrown? Do you want to get thrown? FRANKIE I want to get next to mommy. Dean sets Frankie down on the bed, motions to her to be silent. He sniffs the air. She follows. They eye each other and pounce. Cindy wakes up with a gasp. Cindy No!NO! (CONTINUED)

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DEAN We’re tigers! CINDY I'm sleeping! Stop! Its too early. DEAN We’re tigers! CINDY Stop, stop, I never get to sleep any more. They pin her arms above her head and 'furber' her armpit.

INT. PERIERA HOME - VARIOUS - MORNING - LATER - PRESENT DAY Cindy prepares instant oatmeal. A tea kettle whistle blows. FRANKIE NO, make pretty music. I must get my breakfast. Dean and Frankiesit at the table. He plays a song for Frankie on a melodian. Frankie sings along. Cindy gets up, turns off the kettle, pours hot water into the bowl with instant oatmeal & raisins. She blows on the food and places it at the table. CINDY Here comes your oatmeal. Alright picky. DEAN You ready to eat? CINDY You gotta eat up okay? You can’t be late today. Blow on it first. Frankie takes a tiny bite andmakes a sour face. FRANKIE I don’t like it... DEAN Why don’t you like it. (CONTINUED)

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FRANKIE It just yucky. DEAN Baby what did you do just put water in that? CINDY Yeah its instant oatmeal. DEAN Yeah but you’ve got to soak the oats. CINDY They’re fine. DEAN Yeah delicious, you eat it. Here, come on let’s eat like leopardsthat’ll make it better. Here just eat the raisins okay? At least. Cindy turns on the faucet over a pile of dishes, returns to the computer to e-mail herself the missing dog flyer. Dean spoons the raisins out of her bowl onto the table. He laps up his coffee like a cat. Frankie mimics her father and begins eating the raisins off of the table. Dean laughs. CINDY Oh come on Dean! I don’t have to clean...
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