Director: Mitchell Bunton-Douglas

Producer: Kimberly Bunton

Contact Information: mitchellbuntondouglas@gmail.com & kimberly@flyhipageless.com

SYNOPSIS:

At sunset on a West End corner, Trell, 18, walks into a store with OG, a warm, hard-lived man in

his late 30s. Three teenage boys come in, the air shifts, and Trell reads it before anyone says a

word. He steps out to head it off. The boys scatter, everyone relaxes, and then a black

Trackhawk comes back around. OG runs away from Trell, a small mercy no one notices, and is

gunned down in the street. Trell is left on the ground with his gun drawn, shaking, and he does

not shoot. Time moves on. Across the city, Jade, a high school senior and lifeguard, opens an empty swim club at dawn, then drives through Louisville with no destination. The Ohio River keeps flickering in and out of the frame. Trell spends his day riding with Sig, selling weed, fake designer shoes, and pills, joking about whose receipts are real. At home he quietly tops off his sleeping grandmother’s glass of water. At a house party, a man in a filthy coat wanders into the basement and tells a story about a record player and a gun that quiets the room, ending on the line “Ain’t nobody tell me bullets don’t hear music.” Trell and Jade lock eyes across the crowd, leave together, and drive to Shawnee Park. In the dark by the river they kiss, run, and fall laughing into the grass. The theme from the opening returns, this time without the same fate. The opening moved toward death, and this moment suspends them inside life.