MONTAGE - LOVE IN MOTION L.A.
INT. HOUSE – EARLY MORNING
Soft light through sheer curtains.
William wakes — the space beside him empty.
Barefoot, he walks through the quiet house.
He finds her by the window — robe on, coffee in hand — watching fog roll over the hills.
She turns.
Smiles. Says nothing.
He wraps his arms around her from behind.
They stay like that.
Still. Holding the stillness.
INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
CLOSE-UP – RECORD PLAYER
Lily places a vinyl.
“Unchained Melody” begins.
WIDE SHOT
William sits on the floor, back against the couch.
A half-empty glass of wine by his side.
Lily walks over — barefoot, playful.
She tugs his hand.
He resists.
She tugs again — smiling.
He gives in.
They dance.
Not steps. Just presence.
EXT. GARDEN – DAY
Lily waters the plants. Humming.
Sunlight filters through the trees. The world is soft.
William leans in the doorway, arms crossed.
LILY
(cheeky)
You’re gonna just stand there?
Or help me out?
Before he can answer—
She SPLASHES him with the hose.
WILLIAM
(startled gasp)
Oh come on—
LILY
(grinning)
Oops.
He walks toward her — slow, mock-menacing.
LILY
Oh no. No no no—
She BOLTS.
He CHASES.
Around the garden — laughter, petals flying.
He grabs the hose.
WILLIAM
You asked for this!
Water everywhere.
They collapse into the grass — soaked, breathless.
LILY
(teasing)
This counts as your contribution to gardening, right?
They laugh.
Forehead to forehead.
Still glowing.
INT. MUSIC ROOM – LATE AFTERNOON
William’s lost in rhythm — headphones on.
Soft piano loops build beneath his fingers.
Lily watches from the doorway.
Silent.
Her smile fades — just slightly.
She glances toward the office.
HER POV:
– A blank page.
– A daisy, wilting.
– A scarf on the chair.
She hesitates.
Then steps back — out of frame.
We hold on the typewriter.
Just a beat too long.
EXT. AUTUMN’S PEAK – SUNSET
Pink sky. Hazy horizon.
WIDE FROM BEHIND:
William and Lily sit on a bench, side by side.
Small against the sky.
CLOSE-UP – THEIR FACES
Her head on his shoulder.
No words. Just breath.
Just being.
EXT. GARDEN – DAY
Lily stands in the grass.
CLOSE-UPS:
She smells a daisy — eyes closed.
NOTE: Framing identical to the vision from “The Knowing” — but this time, it’s a daisy. Not a lily.
She sways.
Then dances — slow, free, glowing.
The sun pours through her hair.
Her white dress moves like light.
From behind: William lifts a vintage camera.
Click.
She turns toward him — not surprised.
Like she knew.
