Author's Note: This screenplay is based on the novel For One More Day by Mitch Albom. I am in no way affiliated with the author, nor with the publisher or any aspect of this novel. I don't own anything, and there are some direct lines taken from the novel. I did encorporate some of my own ideas within the screenplay as well. Please, no haters, but criticism is appericiated. Read and review please!

For One More Day

written by J.Kaufer

based on the novel For One More Day by Mitch Albom

OPENING CREDITS:

A montage of footage is playing

The song "Barriers" by Aereogramme is playing in the background

1. "I thought the fight was over

All battles won

I thought you'd lit your blindfolds

Watch them burn

I thought that I could show you

All that I've found

But barriers dictate all sight and all sound"

A man is seen in a run down diner, furiously scribbling into his notebook. His face is unable to be seen, yet the audience sees him getting frustrated with what he's written, erases it aggressively, and begins to write again.

CAST MEMBERS and PRODUCTION STAFF NAMES PERIODICALLY APPEAR ON SCREEN

2. "You noticed how we talk and how

We play our games

Leather bound appeal to

Change our ways

All I wanted was to show you

All that I've found

No exits, no answers, no prophecy bound"

An empty lake at sunset is shown, with a forest behind the lake. A glimpse of one house in the forest is able to be seen.

"FOR ONE MORE DAY" APPEARS ON THE SCREEN

3. "Oh, let me tell the truth

And let me come alive

Let me build bridges into your life

I'm sick of being torn again and again

I don't need conditions to let you in"

What appears to be old footage of a family from the early 1960's begins to play. There is a mother, a father, a boy around 8 years old and a young girl around 3 years old eating dinner, laughing, dancing, playing.

4. "I never meant to hurt you or

Drive you away

The barriers we've built, looks like there

Here to stay"

Old footage of the same mother, the boy now around 15 years old, and the girl around 10 years old are sitting quietly, eating dinner. No one is smiling, there is obviously tension.

ON SCREEN (WHITE LETTERS, SOLID BLACK BACKGROUND):

When he went blundering back to God

His songs half written, his work half done

Who knows what paths his bruised feet trod,

What hills of peace or pain he won?

I hope God smiled and took his hand,

And said, "Poor truant, passionate fool!

Life's book is hard to understand:

Why couldst thou not remain at school?"

-Charles Hanson Towne