Correction Lyrics Boy Erased (Script) by Troye Sivan

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We hold on a big slice of MEMPHIS BLUE SKY. The only sound is
the out of focus American flag whipped by wind in the
distance. Soon after we hear, but don't see -
A car pull up on the gravelled asphalt and -
The beeping of the door as it opens. From it spills the radio
sounding out the ‘90s country hit -
‘Check Yes or No’ by George Strait.
GEORGE STRAIT
I think this is how love goes.
Check yes or no.
And - a fresh faced young man, 18, stands up filling the
frame, looking out into the distance.
This is JARED EAMONS.
He wears an ultra crisp white shirt buttoned to the neck with
no tie. He is slim and wears his hair cropped short.
The camera moves slightly to take in an out of focus church
cross atop a basic baptist steeple ahead of him. All the
while - that distant American flag, flapping in the breeze,
flanks him from behind.
A second door opens O.S., spilling out that music again -
GEORGE STRAIT (CONT'D)
Now we're grown up, and she’s my
wife. Still like two kids and stars
in our eyes.
- and now -
Jared's mother NANCY steps into frame. She is made up to the
nines: bottle blonde voluminous hair, hoop earrings and thick
mascara. Underneath her heavy make-up we can see concern.
She slides on Jackie O sunglasses and looks out toward the
steeple as Jared turns toward the flag. They both seem lost.
Nancy hides her concern behind the shades, tries a bright
smile and, out comes her chirpy southern voice -
NANCY
Are you ready, honey?
Jared looks away for a beat, then turns with a convincing
smile and starts walking. They leave frame.
INT. L.I.A. FOYER - CONTINUOUS
L.I.A. is an acronym for ‘Love In Action' -- But we should
not know that yet. There is no signage.
Grey-blue carpet covers an expansive floor space. Stark white
walls with no hangings or decorations. Some empty basic
chairs lining one section of wall. Heavy doors lead off to
unknown rooms. A potted plant in a corner seems an
afterthought.
N.B.: For now we should see it as a dry, clinical facility.
It should feel like a juvenile detention center of some kind.
-- Through the glass of the aluminum framed doors we see
Jared and Nancy approach uncertainly - then enter.
Nancy's ensemble is elegant, if not a little gaudy and
mismatched: a Southern Belle dress and a shoulder padded
coat. She wears heels and clutches a white bedazzled purse.
Jared's white shirt is tucked into a pair of brand new khakis
with no belt. He wears rubber soled black shoes and holds a
book in a blue plastic shopping bag.
They look an odd pair: A tall ‘Tammy Baker' mother escorting
her awkward, ultra conservative, son.
MALE VOICE O.S
I help you? What's your name?
Nancy turns, taking her sunglasses off.
AARON (40s) stands inside a reception booth: Stocky, with a
severe hair-cut, he puts a clipboard on the reception ledge.
NANCY
Nancy.
AARON
The kid I mean. Unless you're the
one checking in.
Jared and Nancy, side by side at the reception desk, sign the
clipboard doc*ment. Aaron stands erect with his authority
inside the booth. He too wears khakis and a white shirt,
along with a blue tie and a name badge. He sizes Jared up.
AARON (CONT’D)
Let’s get you checked in properly
Jared. Wanna say your good-byes?
He comes out from the door of his reception booth.

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