An automobile FUNERAL PROCESSION appears and begins to pass them slowly.

Ricky: Have you ever known anybody who died?

JANE: No. Have you?

RICKY: No, but I did see this homeless woman who froze to death once. Just laying there on the sidewalk. She looked really sad.

They watch the FUNERAL CARS pass.

RICKY (cont'd): I got that homeless woman on video.

JANE: Why would you film that?

RICKY: Because it was amazing.

JANE: What was amazing about it?

RICKY: When you see something like that, it's like God is looking right at you, just for a second. And if you're careful, you can look right back.

JANE: And what do you see?

RICKY: Beauty.

On VIDEO: We're in an empty parking lot on a cold, gray day. Something is floating across from us... it's an empty, wrinkled, white PLASTIC BAG. We follow it as the wind carries it in a circle around us, sometimes whipping it about violently, or, without warning, sending it soaring skyward, then letting it float gracefully down to the ground...

Jane and Ricky sit on the bed, watching his WIDE-SCREEN TV.

RICKY: It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing. And there's this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it, right? And this bag was just... dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. That's the day I realized that there was this entire life behind things, and this incredibly benevolent force that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid. Ever.

RICKY (cont'd): Video's a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember... I need to remember...

Now Jane is watching him.

RICKY (cont'd): (distant) Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it... and my heart is going to cave in.