3.20
INT. MAYA'S LIVING ROOM - EVENING #20#
It's evening. Will steps into the empty room. From the bathroom, we hear a voice.
Will? Is that you?
Out of the bathroom steps Maya, her hair wet.
Hey.
You're home late.
Yeah. Work.
Maya walks up and holds his head in her hands.
You ever considered a career change?
Many times. Hey, when's the doctor's appointment again?
Tomorrow morning at ten. You seem worried.
Aren't you?
No. I don't think it'll be anything special. This stuff's routine.
Yeah, you're right.
Hey, what's wrong?
She sits down on the couch and pats the space next to her.
Nothing.
You're a terrible liar. Sit.
He sits next to her, takes a deep breath.
I'm worried about the future.
Why?
I'm scared of it.
Why?
I don't know. I was walking today, and I just saw my entire life flashing in front of my eyes. And I couldn't help but wonder... what's next?
You remember what my mother always says?
Que sera, sera.
MAYA & WILL
(vaguely singing)
Whatever will be, will be.
And we'll do it together.
This almost breaks Will. Maya stands up.
She walks off into the kitchen. On Will on the couch. We zoom in, THE HUM builds and he flashes...