EXT. BLACK SCREEN - NIGHT
SUPER:
Joy! I am mute no more,
My sad and silent years
With all their loveliness are o'er,
Sweet sisters dry your tears;
Listen at hush of eve, -listen at dawn of day,
List at the hour of prayer, can ye not hear my lay?
Untaught, unchecked, it came,
As light from chaos beamed,
Praising his everlasting name,
Whose blood from Calvary streamed,
And still it swells that highest strain, the song of the
redeemed.
— Lydia Huntley, "Alice" (1827)
The text lingers, letting the weight of the poem settle.
FADE OUT.
HARTFORD, CONNECTICUT - MAY 1814
EXT. HARTFORD ROAD - DAY
A young girl, ALICE COGSWELL (9), sits on a porch. She wears
a simple cotton dress with a white pinafore and a ribbon at
the waist. Dark shoes over wool stockings.
Soft curls escape a ribbon. Horses clopping in the
background. Wagon wheels rattle over packed dirt.
She plays with a simple RAG-DOLL.
REV. Thomas Gallaudet (27) emerges from a nearby house. Thin
and frail looking. He wears a waistcoat over trousers and
short black boots. A cutaway coat in black and a tall black
felt hat. He walks towards Alice. As he passes, he tips his
hat.
Alice looks at him curiously, but does not respond. Thomas
continues on his way. Alice watches until he turns a corner.
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Silent Gaze
EXT. HARTFORD ROAD - EVENING
Thomas returns home on the same street.
THOMAS'S POV
Alice is on the front steps, still holding her doll. She
watches the wagons and carriages pass.
Thomas approaches Alice. She looks at him, watching steadily.
He tips his hat.
THOMAS
Good evening, young lady.
She does not respond. Thomas notices she is watching his hat.
He stops briefly.
ALICE'S POV
The world falls silent. Horses and carriages continue on
silently.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
(silent)
How are you, miss?
Alice does not respond. She watches his face and hat. He
lingers a moment longer, then continues on to his house.
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3 -
The Word in the Dirt
EXT. HARTFORD ROAD - DAY
Alice is outside skipping rope. She maintains a constant
rhythm skipping as the rope meets the ground.
A group of children approach from down the road. Two BOYS,
slightly older than Alice are wearing knee-length pants with
socks and high leather shoes. Jackets. One wears a cap. Each
rolls a hoop with a stick. A younger GIRL is with them,
wearing a wool jumper and high boots.
They stop as they reach Alice. She stops skipping as they
approach.
BOY #1
Hi!
Alice looks at the motionless hoop and up at the boy's face.
She doesn't respond.
BOY #1 (CONT'D)
Can't you talk?
Alice holds his gaze.
BOY #2
I think she's dumb or something.
C'mon let's go!
Alice's gaze follows the boys as they continue down the road.
Only the girl remains. Alice looks at her.
ALICE'S POV
The girl holds up a bag of marbles.
GIRL
(silent)
You want to play?
Alice looks at the bag and back to the girl. She doesn't
speak.
The girl slowly lowers the bag. She looks at Alice for a
moment. Then runs down the road after the boys.
GIRL (CONT'D)
Wait for me!
Down the road, Thomas stands by his porch. He watches the
interaction.
He walks to Alice.
THOMAS
Hello.
Alice meets his gaze. Thomas removes his HAT and watches as
Alice's gaze follows his movement.
He crouches before her. In the dirt he writes "HAT". He
points at his hat.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
Hat.
He hands her the hat. Alice looks at the hat then at the word
in the dirt. She looks back to the hat. She bends and slowly
writes in the dirt.
INSERT - DIRT
"HAT"
She looks at him then back to the word. She holds up the hat
with a small smile. Thomas takes the hat back and returns the
hat to his head.
For a moment he watches her. She watches him.
He smiles.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
Good morning, then.
He continues down the road.
Alice watches.
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A Hopeful Visit
INT. COGSWELL PARLOR - NIGHT
MASON COGSWELL (52) sits in an armchair. He wears a smoking
jacket and cravat. A pipe smolders nearby. He reads a
newspaper.
MARY COGSWELL (38) sits on a nearby settee. She wears a high
waisted dress and apron. CATHERINE (2) sits on her lap,
watching as she sews.
Alice sits on a chair nearby with her brother MASON JR. They
are doing a cat's cradle with a thick piece of string.
Mason and Mary look up at the sound of a knocker. Mason folds
his paper and stands and moves to the front door.
INT. COGSWELL FOYER - CONTINUOUS
Mason opens the door. Thomas stands with his hat in hand.
MASON
Mr. Gallaudet.
THOMAS
Good evening, sir. I was wondering
if I could trouble you for a moment
of your time. About your daughter.
Mason nods.
MASON
Of course, Mr. Gallaudet...
THOMAS
Thomas, please.
MASON
Very well, Thomas. Please come in.
How can I help you?
Mason leads Thomas into the parlor.
MARY
Good evening, Mr. Gallaudet.
Thomas nods.
THOMAS
Madam.
Alice looks at Thomas, then at the hat in his hands. Small
smile.
MASON
Please, sit.
THOMAS
Thank you, sir
MASON
May I take your hat?
Thomas smiles. He extends the hat towards the children. Alice
crosses the room. She takes the hat and looks at it. She
hangs it next to her father's coat.
Thomas sits.
MARY
Mr. Gallaudet, would you take tea?
THOMAS
I would like that very much.
Mason waves at the children
MASON
Alice...
Alice looks at her father. He mimes sipping a tea cup. Alice
runs to the kitchen.
THOMAS
As I said, I would wish to talk
about your daughter.
MARY
(nods)
Alice.
Thomas smiles. He looks at the door Alice went through.
THOMAS
Yes, Alice.
MASON
We saw you with her this morning.
She seemed quite taken.
THOMAS
As am I.
He looks towards the kitchen.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
She seems a remarkable young lady.
May I ask...
MASON
Her hearing?
THOMAS
Yes.
MASON
She had the spotted fever when she
was two. Very serious. She
recovered, but her hearing...
Thomas nods.
Alice returns carrying a tray with a teapot and cups. She
places it on a table. She pours the tea and lifts the sugar
bowl. She looks at Thomas.
He holds up two fingers.
Alice adds two spoons of sugar and stirs. She carries the cup
to Thomas. He smiles and nods.
She serves her parents.
THOMAS
She seems to understand quite well.
MASON
We understand one another.
But outside this house—
MARY
We've not been able to have her in
school. Other children...
...they don't understand
THOMAS
She seems very bright.
Mary nods.
MARY
She is.
Thomas looks toward Alice.
THOMAS
If you would permit it-
I was hoping to spend some time
with her.
Mary looks at Alice. Alice looks between her parents and
Thomas.
MARY
I think she'd like that.
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The Paper Doll Lesson
EXT. COGSWELL HOUSE - DAY
Alice sits on the front steps with her sisters, ELIZABETH
(10), YOUNG MARY (13). They are cutting PAPER DOLLS from
newspaper. Alice's rag doll sits nearby.
Thomas approaches. He carries a slate board.
THOMAS
Good morning.
ELIZABETH AND YOUNG MARY
Good morning, Mr. Gallaudet.
THOMAS
What are you fine ladies doing?
Elizabeth and Young Mary giggle at ladies.
Young Mary holds up her Paper-dolls, followed by Elizabeth
and, a moment later, Alice.
YOUNG MARY
Paper-dolls, sir.
THOMAS
And lovely, I should say.
Thomas sits on the step.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
Would you like to play a game?
Young Mary and Elizabeth nod.
Thomas picks up an unused piece of newspaper. He pulls a
piece of chalk from his jacket pocket. On the slate he writes
"PAPER". He hands the chalk and slate to Alice. He holds up
the paper.
Alice looks at the paper, then at the word on the slate. She
lifts the chalk.
INSERT - SLATE
Alice slowly writes "PAPER"
She holds the slate up and points at the paper in Thomas's
hands.
Thomas nods. Smiles.
He takes the slate and writes a word. He hands it back to
Alice. He picks up the rag doll.
INSERT - SLATE
Beneath "Paper"- "DOLL".
Alice looks at Thomas. At the doll. She writes.
INSERT - SLATE
Beneath "DOLL"- "DOLL".
Thomas smiles. He points to the paper and then the doll. He
picks up the Paper-dolls and stretches them out. He motions
to the slate.
Alice writes slowly and carefully.
INSERT - SLATE
Beneath "DOLL"- "PAPER DOLL"
YOUNG MARY
Alice!
ELIZABETH
That's right!
Elizabeth gives Alice a tight hug. Alice squirms to get free.
Thomas laughs lightly.
He takes the slate back. He writes and turns the slate.
INSERT - SLATE
"Thomas"
He points at the word and at his chest.
Alice looks at him and at the word. She points to him then
the slate.
Thomas nods. Alice hesitantly points to herself.
Thomas writes. He gives the slate to Alice. She looks at him.
He points to her then the slate.
INSERT - SLATE
Beneath "Thomas"- "Alice".
Alice writes slowly on the slate. She looks at the writing.
She shows the slate to Thomas.
She points to the slate, then herself.
INSERT - SLATE
Beneath "Alice"- "Alice".
Alice wipes the slate with the hem of her dress.
Alice traces a pattern on the slate with her finger. She
picks up the chalk and writes, slowly and deliberately.
INSERT - SLATE
"Alice"
Alice gives the slate to Thomas. He reads it and smiles. He
looks at Alice. She points to herself and then the slate.
MARY (O.S.)
Dinner!
Young Mary touches Alice's arm. She touches her mouth, then
her stomach. Alice stands.
ELIZABETH
We need to go in.
The three girls go into the house. Thomas watches. At the
door, Young Mary pauses. She looks back.
YOUNG MARY
Goodbye, Mr. Gallaudet...
Thank you.
She turns and enters the house. Thomas watches as the door
closes. He rises and brushes himself off. He picks up the
slate and chalk.
Suddenly the door opens and Alice comes out. She presses her
Paper-dolls into Thomas's hand. She looks at him a moment,
then returns into the house.
Thomas unfolds the dolls. He smiles, turns, walks back toward
his house.
HARTFORD, CONNECTICUT - JUNE 1814
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A Mother’s Gentle Persuasion
INT. COGSWELL PARLOR - EVENING
Mason and Mary sit in chairs. Mary is sewing while Mason
reads a medical journal.
Mary looks up.
MARY
Mason...
MASON
Yes, dear.
MARY
Have you noticed how Alice has been
doing with Mr. Gallaudet?
MASON
Of course. She has been doing very
well.
MARY
All the girls, really.
Mason looks at her.
MARY (CONT'D)
The ladies at church were talking
of a new school.
MASON
What sort?
MARY
A private school for young ladies.
A Miss Huntley.
Mason sets down his book.
MARY (CONT'D)
She is said to be very good.
MASON
And you think this would be good
for the girls?
MARY
I do. They would be able to get a
fine education.
MASON
And Alice?
MARY
I think it would do her good to be
among the other girls.
(beat)
Miss Huntley is known for her
patience
Mason considers this.
MASON
And if it's too much?
MARY
Then she comes home.
Mason looks at his wife. She returns his look. Calm.
MASON
I think it is a wonderful idea.
MARY
Good. I already talked to the
girls.
MASON
You had already decided.
Mary smiles and returns to her sewing.
Mason smiles and shakes his head. He returns to his journal.
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A Lesson in Pictures
EXT. MISS HUNTLEY'S SCHOOL - DAY
A large Hartford estate. A side door with a handmade SIGN
above the door - "Miss Huntley's School".
INT. CLASSROOM - DAY
Young Mary, Elizabeth, and Alice sit at small desks. They are
surrounded by a dozen other girls of varying ages.
At the front a large slate on a stand. LYDIA HUNTLEY (25)
writes with chalk.
INSERT - SLATE
"WAGON"
"HORSE"
"OCEAN"
Lydia points to "WAGON"
The class responds with the exception of Alice.
CLASS
Wagon.
Alice searches through a stack of sketches. She holds up a
drawing of a wagon. Lydia nods at Alice.
Lydia points to the next word.
CLASS (CONT'D)
Horse
Alice - drawing of horse. Lydia nods.
Lydia - next word
CLASS (CONT'D)
Ocean
Alice - drawing of a beach meeting water. Lydia nods.
LYDIA
That is wonderful, girls.
CLASS (UNISON)
Thank you, Miss Huntley.
LYDIA
Let us take our leave from this for
some dinner.
The girls rise from their seats. Alice watches Lydia.
Lydia touches her mouth, then her stomach. Alice nods and
joins the class.
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A Distant Happiness
INT. COGSWELL PARLOR - EVENING
Mary is folding the girls' school clothes. Mason reads a
newspaper, absently smoking a pipe.
MARY
Mary
I spoke with Miss Huntley today.
She says Alice does very well.
Mason smiles
MARY (CONT'D)
She knows her lessons, but...
Mason lowers his paper.
MARY (CONT'D)
The girls are kind to her.
(beat)
But they are girls. They can't
speak with her.
MASON
And Alice?
MARY
She seems happy.
But still distant. She still seems
alone.
Mason sits back. He thinks as he smokes his pipe, staring at
the fire.
HARTFORD, CONNECTICUT - APRIL 1815
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The Census of Silence
INT. GALLAUDET PARLOR - DAY
Thomas sits on a chair by the fireplace. A blanket on his
lap. He drinks tea and reads a newspaper.
A DOOR KNOCKER sounds.
Thomas looks up. He places the tea and paper on a chair side
table. He places the blanket aside, stands and walks toward
the door.
INT. GALLAUDET FOYER - CONTINUOUS
Thomas opens the door. Mason stands.
THOMAS
Good morning, Mason.
To what do I owe the pleasure?
MASON
Hello, Thomas. I have a matter to
discuss which may be of great
import. May I come in?
Thomas stands aside and allows Mason to enter.
They walk into the parlor. Thomas motions to a chair. They
sit.
THOMAS
Tea?
MASON
Thank you, no. I hope to be not
long.
Thomas crosses his legs and looks at Mason expectantly.
MASON (CONT'D)
Ah, to begin.
I made inquiries through the
Congregational churches. They have
provided me with a census on other
children in New England similar to
Alice.
THOMAS
Deaf children?
MASON
Precisely.
They have determined no less than
80 children across New England
unable to hear or speak.
Thomas uncrosses his legs and leans forward. His eyebrows
raise.
THOMAS
So many?
MASON
I have arranged a meeting tomorrow
afternoon. In my home.
I have a number of interested
gentlemen joining to discuss the
formation of a school for the Deaf,
here in Hartford.
He pauses.
MASON (CONT'D)
I was hoping you would join us as
well.
THOMAS
I would be most honored.
MASON
Thank you, Thomas.
He stands. Thomas joins a moment afterward. They shake hands.
MASON (CONT'D)
One o'clock. I will see you then.
Thomas nods.
THOMAS
I look forward to it.
Mason lets himself out. Thomas slowly sits back down. He
stares at the fire, deep in thought.
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The Hartford Proposal
INT. COGSWELL PARLOR - AFTERNOON
Mason sits with eight other men in the parlor.
Included are:
DANIEL WADSWORTH - Dr. Cogswell's wealthy brother-in-law.
WARD WOODBRIDGE - A Hartford merchant.
THE REVEREND NATHAN STRONG - Pastor of Hartford's Center
Church
HENRY HUDSON - A prominent Hartford citizen.
NATHANIEL TERRY - A political and legal figure in Hartford
JOHN CALDWELL, ESQ. - A shipping merchant.
DANIEL BUCK, ESQ. - A successful Hartford businessman
JOSEPH BATTEL, ESQ. - a wealthy merchant, landowner, and
industrialist based out of Norfolk, Connecticut
A clock shows precisely one o'clock. The front door opens.
Moments later, Thomas steps into the parlor. He is slightly
surprised as he looks at the other guests.
Mason stands.
MASON
Ah, Thomas! Thank you for coming.
THOMAS
Certainly, the pleasure is mine.
He looks around the room.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
Gentlemen.
MASON
Shall we get started?
Murmurs of approval from the men.
MASON (CONT'D)
Through the congregational church
of New England, I have obtained a
census of Deaf children in this
area. We have at least 80 accounted
for.
Murmurs from the men
MASON (CONT'D)
Of course, all may not have
responded. The number may be
higher.
STRONG
(raising eyebrows)
Higher?
MASON
I would like to propose a school.
(beat)
For Deaf children. Here in
Hartford.
WOODBRIDGE
How would it work.
MASON
The children could be taught to
read and write. Arithmetic.
(beat)
And to communicate. With their
families and each other.
WADSWORTH
That's a great idea, old boy, but
where to start.
MASON
I have learned of such places in
Europe. They have methods there
that we do not know.
HUDSON
And you believe they would
entertain our faint notion?
MASON
I cannot say.
But we must begin somewhere.
WOODBRIDGE
Suppose we build such a school. Who
would teach?
Mason looks around the room.
MASON
Someone must go.
He looks at Thomas.
MASON (CONT'D)
I hoped it might be you.
Learn what can be learned.
Bring back a teacher.
The men look at Thomas. He shifts uncomfortably.
THOMAS
Me? I have no interest in such a
trip. Nor can I afford to go away.
WADSWORTH
I believe that to be a great idea.
I would be willing to fund the
journey.
THOMAS
(Shakes his head)
No, my health... is uncertain.
STRONG
Mr. Gallaudet, I appreciate your
reticence, but as a man of God,
think of the good this would bring
to the children. Their families.
MASON
Alice.
WADSWORTH
Suffer the Children, and all that.
WOODBRIDGE
While you are away, we can raise
funds. Find a location.
HUDSON
Arrange proper rooms.
Thomas thinks for a moment.
THOMAS
It may not work.
MASON
We can at least try.
Thomas looks at the men. At Mason. Towards the stairs where
Alice's room sits upstairs.
THOMAS
(sighs)
All right. For the good of the
children. I will make the effort.
If a teacher will not return with
me, I give you my word: I myself
will undertake the study and return
to teach them.
Mason crosses the room. He lays a hand on Thomas's shoulder.
MASON
Well, Gentlemen.
The men gather around a table. They look at documents. Thomas
sits uncomfortably for a moment before joining.
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A Bittersweet Departure
EXT. PORT OF NEW YORK - DAY
A busy shipping port. Bells ring across the harbor. Sailors
shouting over creaking rigging fill the air. Crew members and
passengers bustle on the docks.
In the water off a pier sits The Mexico, a medium-sized
merchant ship with three masts.
Thomas stands at the dock looking at The Mexico. He carries a
small suitcase. Behind him, the Cogswell family looks on.
Mason steps forward.
MASON
Well, Thomas. This is it.
THOMAS
I suppose it is.
MASON
I brought something for you. It
might be interesting for your
mission.
He hands Thomas a paper book.
INSERT - BOOK COVER
"Cours d'instruction d'un sourd-muet de naissance
Abbé Roch-Ambroise Cucurron Sicard"
MASON (CONT'D)
It is in French...
THOMAS
(small smile)
I am familiar with French.
MASON
Ah yes. Yale Man.
Thomas nods. He looks back at the Cogswells. Mary steps
forward.
MARY
Mr. Gallaudet. I can't thank you
enough for this undertaking. It
means so much to us... to her.
She gives Thomas a tearful hug.
MARY (CONT'D)
Keep safe.
Alice steps forward shyly. Thomas bends to look her in the
eye. From her apron she takes out a set of Paper-dolls and
presses them into Thomas's hand.
He looks at them. He removes his hat and places it playfully
on Alice's head.
The BELLS on The Mexico give three sharp rings.
Thomas stands and glances back.
THOMAS
I believe I must be going.
With a nod to the family. He walks up the plank onto the
waiting ship.
He stands at the railing looking over the New York cityscape.
He opens his coat and tucks the book and Paper-dolls inside.
He looks toward the sea.
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Stormbound Seasickness
INT. BERTH - NIGHT
The ship is in turmoil, rocking and swaying in the waves.
Thomas lies in bed, a leeboard limiting movement. He is pale,
shivering. A small oil lantern casts a soft glow over the
small room. A chamber pot is close at hand.
A rap from behind a heavy canvas curtain.
THOMAS
(weakly)
Yes.
The curtain parts. MASTER WEEKS stands braced in the opening.
WEEKS
Good evening, Mr. Gallaudet.
THOMAS
Master Weeks.
WEEKS
I wanted to let you know that we
have hit a bit of foul weather.
THOMAS
So I have noted.
WEEKS
I would advise you to remain below
for the duration.
I will have a crewman bring your
supper.
Thomas motions at the chamber pot.
THOMAS
I don't believe that will be
necessary.
Weeks glances at the pot.
WEEKS
Right, then.
(beat)
I expect this to ease by morning.
Thomas nods weakly.
WEEKS (CONT'D)
Rest well, then.
He leaves. The curtain falls closed behind him.
The ship pitches harshly. Thomas glances at the chamber pot,
then lies back and closes his eyes.
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The Manual Alphabet
INT. BERTH - MORNING
The weather has softened. Thomas sits up in his bed, blanket
over shoulders.
The lantern casts a dim light over him.
He opens the book.
INSERT - BOOK
French text:
"En écrivant le nom de l'objet, je sépare chaque lettre pour
que l'œil du sourd-muet en saisisse la forme distincte:"
Thomas traces the words with his fingers. He tries to convert
the text to english.
THOMAS
(murmuring)
...object...letter...form
From the back of the book, he removes a heavy folded piece of
parchment.
He carefully unfolds it.
INSERT - PARCHMENT
An intricate diagram titled: "ALPHABET MANUEL."
A grid of twenty-four etched human hands. Each hand is
contorted into a sharp, distinct shape. Beneath a closed
fist: "A".
Beneath an open hand with a tucked thumb: "B".
Thomas stares at the page, captivated. The ship groans around
him, but he doesn't notice.
He lifts his own right hand into the lantern light.
Trembling, pale. He looks at the first box on the page: "A".
He folds his fingers into a fist, tucking his thumb in. He
looks at the diagram and readjusts placing his thumb along
the side, matching the angle of the engraving.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
(softly)
A
He looks to the next box: "B". He straightens his fingers,
flattening them together.
In the dim, isolated cabin berth, Thomas begins to spell.
MATCH CUT TO:
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Mountain and Memory
INT. MISS HUNTLEY'S SCHOOL – DAY
Lydia writes on the slate:
MOUNTAIN
CLASS
Mountain
Alice flips through sketches. She finds the mountain and
raises it.
MATCH CUT TO:
INT. BERTH – NIGHT
Thomas sits at the trunk near the bed, reading the book in
French
INSERT - BOOK
A lesson. Words attached to objects.
Thomas looks at the page with interest. He turns to the next
page.
MATCH CUT TO:
INT. SCHOOL – AFTERNOON
Children chatter. Alice sits alone, watching the class
interacting. A drawing sketch pad sits on her desk.
Elizabeth laughs with another girl. Alice watches for a
moment, then she returns to her drawing.
MATCH CUT TO:
INT. BERTH – NIGHT
Thomas closes the book. He pulls down his jacket and takes
out the Paper-dolls. The folds have softened and one figure
has torn free.
He looks at the dolls, then back to the book.
Thinking.
LIVERPOOL, ENGLAND - JUNE 1815
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Landfall in Liverpool
EXT. LIVERPOOL DOCKS - DAY
Overwhelming. SEAGULLS shriek overhead. Dockworkers bellow in
a dozen accents. Heavy iron chains clank as cargo crates
swing from rigging.
The Mexico is moored at the stone wharf, swaying heavily
against thick hemp lines.
Thomas emerges from the companionway hatch, blinking against
the harsh, gray British daylight. He looks incredibly frail,
his skin pale from a month below deck. He grips a single,
worn leather suitcase.
He steps onto the gangplank. Every step is an effort as he
negotiates the steep incline down to solid ground.
EXT. STONE WHARF - CONTINUOUS
Thomas's boots touch the wet cobblestones. He stumbles
slightly, catching his balance.
He sets his suitcase down and takes a deep, sharp breath of
English air. He coughs once and catches his breath.
INSERT - A WEATHERED WOODEN SIGN
Nailed to a massive timber post, it sways in the coastal
wind. Faded gilt lettering reads:
"THE TALBOT INN
Fine Rooms - Staging Coaches"
An iron-wrought arrow points east, toward the narrow roadway
of Water Street.
Thomas lifts his suitcase, looks in the direction of the
arrow, and steps forward into the chaos.
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The Weight of the Journey
EXT. TALBOT INN COURTYARD - DAY
An imposing brick structure with a massive stone archway.
Thomas steps aside to allow a carriage to pass.
As he passes through the archway, an Inn sits to the right
with a small sign: "Rooms".
He crosses to the Inn and enters.
INT. TALBOT INN DINING ROOM - EVENING
Thomas sits at a table surrounded by fellow travelers. Tallow
candles are spaced across the center of the table casting a
flickering glow over platters of food. In front of him is a
plate with roasted chicken and potatoes. A mash of boiled
vegetables is pushed to the side.
He pushes the food around on the plate, looking at it
morosely. He finally nibbles on a bit of chicken and
potatoes.
A heavyset man next to him roars with laughter. His massive
frame jolts; jarring against Thomas. Thomas's fork slips,
clattering against the metal plate.
He shrinks smaller in his seat. He picks up the fork and
takes another tentative bite.
INT. TALBOT INN GUESTROOM - NIGHT
Thomas sits at a small table under the dim light of an oil
lantern. A map sits in front of him.
INSERT - MAP
Thomas marks a line from Liverpool to London with a quill.
Thomas uses a small brass rule to trace the line.
THOMAS
(to himself)
Above 200 miles. Two days' hard
travel.
He sets the rule down and massages his temples. He looks out
the dark.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
Perhaps not today... Nor tomorrow.
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Booking Passage
INT. BOOKING OFFICE - DAY
Thomas steps through the narrow door. A high oak counter
stands in front of him. A BOOKING CLERK (50s) sits behind it.
Thomas approaches.
CLERK
Yes, sir?
THOMAS
Passage to London, if you please.
Royal Mail.
CLERK
Of course.
He pulls out a waybill.
CLERK (CONT'D)
Name?
THOMAS
Thomas Gallaudet
CLERK
And you are going to London?
THOMAS
That is correct.
The clerk dips a quill in ink. He enters the information in
the waybill.
CLERK
Inside? Or out?
THOMAS
Inside, please.
The clerk nods and makes another note.
CLERK
This trip will be through
Birmingham. The cost will be 2
guineas 7.
Thomas counts out the money. He hands it to the clerk.
The clerk tears a piece of parchment from the book and hands
it to Thomas.
CLERK (CONT'D)
Your slip, sir.
Thomas takes the slip he blows on the still wet ink. He looks
at it.
INSERT - SLIP
A rectangular receipt, topped with an engraving of a speeding
mail coach.
The handwritten script reads:
Passenger: Mr. T. Gallaudet
Seat: Inside
Destination: London (via Birmingham)
Departure: 26th June 1815, at 6 o’clock A.M.
Luggage allowance: 14 lbs.
At the bottom, tiny printed text: "The Company is not
accountable for Baggage, or Loss by Highway Robbery".
Thomas looks at the clock on the wall.
INSERT - CLOCK
The hands read 6:00
Thomas places the slip inside his book for safekeeping. He
picks up his suitcase and returns to his room.
INT. STAIRCASE - DAY
A narrow staircase leads to darkness. Thomas begins to climb.
He staggers slightly and steadies himself on the railing.
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18 -
Boarding the London Coach
EXT. TALBOT INN COURTYARD - MORNING
A carriage sits in the courtyard. Deep maroon with a black
upper cabin. Coat of arms on the door. An armed GUARD sits on
the back holding a shotgun. A young man holds a sign:
"London".
Thomas approaches. He carries his suitcase and slip. At the
coach he sets the suitcase down and looks at his pocket
watch.
INSERT - WATCH
The hands read 5:45
He tucks his watch back in his pocket and approaches the
carriage.
The guard steps down to meet him. He wears the standard
uniform - scarlet coat with gold braid and beaver hat. He
holds out his hand. Thomas hands him the slip. The guard
looks at it.
GUARD
Thomas. London.
Thomas nods.
GUARD (CONT'D)
Leave the bag. We will be leaving
shortly.
Thomas sets down the suitcase at his feet and enters the
carriage. Two STABLE BOYS run up. One climbs onto the
carriage and the second tosses the suitcase up. The boy
lashes it into place.
INT. CARRIAGE - CONTINUOUS
Thomas enters the cramped, velvet lined interior of the
coach. Two MEN and a WOMAN are already seated. They shift to
make room. He sits next to the woman. The coach sways with
the movement. Thomas grips the seat for a moment, then
relaxes.
MAN 1
Good morning.
THOMAS
Let us hope so.
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19 -
Definitely Not a Frenchman
INT. CARRIAGE - LATER
The carriage sways as it travels down the bumpy pathways.
Thomas sits, cramped in a corner. He tries to read his book
in the dim light through the windows.
The carriage hits a large bump and the book falls at the
Woman's feet. She picks it up and looks at the cover.
WOMAN
Ah, a Frenchman?
THOMAS
Beg pardon, Madam, but no. Just a
weary traveler.
The woman smiles and hands him the book.
WOMAN
Can't be too careful these days.
The carriage tilts again, causing Thomas to fall against the
woman.
THOMAS
My deepest apologies, Madam.
WOMAN
(small smile)
Definitely not a Frenchman.
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20 -
Lost at the Bull and Mouth
EXT. ST. MARTIN'S-LE-GRAND (LONDON) - DAY
The Royal Mail coach rolls to a halt in a dark, narrow
street.
Thomas steps down from the cabin into a sea of
London mud. He looks up, his eyes widening.
INSERT - SIGN
A massive, weathered relief carving: a giant, cartoonish
human mouth, wide open and grinning, swallowing a muscular
black bull. Beneath it, bold letters: THE BULL AND MOUTH.
INT. BULL AND MOUTH INN - COURTYARD - CONTINUOUS
A STABLEBOY shouts down from the top of the carriage.
STABLEBOY
Mister!
Thomas's suitcase lands with a wet thump in the mud.
Thomas passes beneath the dark stone archway.
The courtyard is overwhelming. Three tiers of open wooden
balconies tower above him, packed with travelers looking
down.
Below, it is madness. Two massive coaches are reversing.
Horses neigh and snap their bits. STABLEHANDS heave heavy
wooden trunks. Iron wheels clatter violently against the
flagstone.
Thomas stands frozen in the center of the yard, clutching
his suitcase to his chest. A COACHMAN brushes past him,
nearly knocking his spectacles off.
COACHMAN
Out the way, clear out, sir! Mind
the mail!
Thomas stumbles back against a stack of ale barrels. He
takes out his pocket watch, then checks his handwritten note:
INSERT - NOTE
In Thomas's clean, precise handwriting: "Dr. Watson. London
Asylum. Old Kent Road."
Thomas turns once, then again. Trying to orient himself.
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21 -
A Grim Ride to the Asylum
EXT. ST. MARTIN'S-LE-GRAND - DAY
A hackney carriage screeches to the curb in front of the Bull
and Mouth.
It is a decrepit, black wooden box on massive iron wheels,
caked in grime. On the door panel, a faded, aristocratic gold
coat of arms is half-obliterated by dried mud.
The hackney COACHMAN (40s)—wearing a filthy, multi-caped drab
coat—spits a stream of dark tobacco juice onto the stones. He
doesn't get down. He just jerks his chin toward the door.
COACHMAN
Where away?
THOMAS
The Asylum for the Deaf and Dumb.
Old Kent Road. Southwark.
COACHMAN
Cross the river? That'll be three
shillings,
and mind the toll. Get in.
Thomas wrenches open the heavy wooden door himself.
INT. HACKNEY CARRIAGE - CONTINUOUS
Thomas climbs inside. The carriage sways heavily on its
leather braces. The door slams shut, cutting off the
daylight.
The interior is a dark and tight. Thomas sits on a tattered
velvet seat that releases a cloud of dust.
Beneath his boots, the floorboards are thick with damp,
rotting straw. He presses his handkerchief to his mouth and
coughs.
With a loud crack of a whip outside, the carriage jolts
forward violently.
Thomas’s suitcase slides across the floorboards into the
straw. The loose glass windows rattle against their frames as
the iron wheels roll down the cobbled street.
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22 -
The Asylum Visit
EXT. ASYLUM - DAY
Rain drizzles. The hackney carriage pulls to a stop in front
of a pair of iron gates. Behind, an institutional building,
which is faced with rows of small dark windows. Across the
stone facade: "ASYLUM FOR THE Deaf AND DUMB".
Thomas steps out. He leans to the driver to pay the three
shillings. With his suitcase under his arm, he approaches the
main building.
He stands at the heavy door, summoning his courage. He
finally pulls the brass bell lever.
From inside a bell tolls heavily.
Thomas waits, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
The door opens. A PORTER appears in the doorway.
PORTER
Sir?
THOMAS
Good day, sir. I am requesting an
audience with Dr. Watson.
PORTER
Your business, sir?
From his jacket pocket Thomas pulls papers and hands them to
the porter.
PORTER (CONT'D)
A friend of Dr. Cogswell?
(beat)
An excellent surgeon. In America, I
believe.
THOMAS
Yes, sir. I come as a
representative of Dr. Cogswell and
a group of philanthropists in
Hartford.
PORTER
In from the rain, sir. I will
present to Dr. Watson.
Thomas enters. He removes his hat at the threshold.
INT. ASYLUM VESTIBULE - CONTINUOUS
An echoing stone vestibule. The walls are lined with plaques
recognizing wealthy donors.
Echoing voices as children attempt to form sounds they can't
hear.
After a long beat, the porter returns.
PORTER
This way, sir.
Thomas follows the porter down a long stone hallway. His boot
heels echo over the voices.
They arrive at a heavy wood door. The porter opens it and
gestures for Thomas to enter.
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23 -
The Restrictive Offer
INT. WATSON'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
DR. JOSEPH WATSON (50) stands as Thomas enters.
WATSON
Mr. Gallaudet? A pleasure.
THOMAS
The pleasure is indeed mine.
WATSON
Sit, won't you? Tea?
THOMAS
Please.
The porter moves to a sideboard. He looks to Watson, who
waves him off. The porter pours a cup of tea and brings it to
Thomas. Thomas sits. He places his hat on his knee.
Watson holds up the letter of invitation from Mason.
WATSON
Dr. Cogswell speaks highly of you.
This letter speaks to starting a
school in America? Much like our
modest establishment here in
London, I presume.
He chuckles softly.
THOMAS
I do come to speak of education. To
ease the darkness and isolation of
those Deaf children.
WATSON
Mmmm
THOMAS
As you likely are not aware, I am
trained as a minister- pledged to
the work of God. In that spirit, I
wish to bring voices to those
deprived of the means of civil and
religious instruction.
WATSON
And in what manner do you hope to
do so?
THOMAS
I would like to see what it is you
do here. How you make the children
heard.
WATSON
Please understand that I must be
discreet. Our methods are not
generally made public.
Simplest terms, we use the oral
method to allow children without
hearing to speak for themselves.
THOMAS
A noble endeavor, I am sure.
I am requesting your blessing for
open access to your rooms. To
observe students and teachers
alike.
He notices a hint of hesitation from Watson.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
I assure that this would be carried
to America- an endeavor born from
the hearts of charitable men.
Watson lifts the letters Thomas provided and offhandedly
places them in a desk drawer. He sits back in his padded
leather chair, hands crossed on his stomach.
WATSON
Please understand that our methods
have been developed over many
years. We would not be able to
share with everyone in the world.
THOMAS
Not everyone, I assure you. Just
one small school in Con...
WATSON
(interrupting)
One small school for now. Who knows
where that will lead.
He leans forward.
WATSON (CONT'D)
More schools using our knowledge,
our techniques. Making profit for
those who run them.
THOMAS
No, sir...
WATSON
I'm not an unreasonable man. But
instruction of this sort carries
obligations.
He thinks for a moment.
WATSON (CONT'D)
I propose this:
You may undertake a...
(beat)
...an internship with us. To
immerse yourself with our teachers
and students to become familiar.
He watches for a reaction from Thomas.
WATSON (CONT'D)
For three years.
Thomas starts and processes this.
WATSON (CONT'D)
A fine opportunity to become expert
yourself.
After that, you may teach, provided
that you do not share the methods
with others.
THOMAS
Three years? I...
WATSON
In addition, for the privilege of
drawing upon our work, a portion of
the proceeds from your school will
revert to us.
Thomas stares down at his hat. Deep in thought. He lifts it
slightly, remembering.
THOMAS
I am afraid, sir, that I cannot
commit to that. The committee whom
I represent requires a solution
much sooner.
WATSON
Then, Sir, I am afraid we have
little else to discuss at present.
Thomas nods and rises.
THOMAS
Is there no further discussion to
be had?
WATSON
Those would be my only and final
terms.
THOMAS
In that case, Sir, I must decline.
If I could please have back my
papers, I will be on my way.
Watson reluctantly opens his desk drawer and retrieves the
letters. He returns them to Thomas.
WATSON
I wish you the best of luck in your
search. I believe you will find
other institutions to be like-
minded, but...
THOMAS
Sir, I thank you for receiving me.
Watson begins to rise.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
No need. I will show myself out.
He exits the office.
Watson shakes his head and chuckles.
WATSON
(to porter)
The Americans are ambitious.
I suppose that is their privilege.
PORTER
Yes, sir.
EXT. ASYLUM - CONTINUOUS
Thomas moves through the door. He places his hat back on,
pulls his coat tighter and ventures into the London drizzle.
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The Quiet Lodger
EXT. BLOOMSBURY LODGINGS - EVENING
Thomas approaches. He carries a newspaper. A sign on the door
reads 12 Great Russel Street. Thomas looks at the paper and
back at the door.
He approaches and raps solidly with the brass door knocker.
After a moment the door opens. An older WOMAN (60s) answers.
She looks Thomas up and down, taking in his well-worn attire.
WOMAN
Yes, sir? Are you inquiring after
the lodgings?
THOMAS
Good evening, madam. I am. I saw
your notice in the morning paper. I
require a quiet apartment for a
matter of some weeks. My name is
Thomas Gallaudet.
The woman’s sharp eyes soften just a fraction as she notes
his polite, formal manners.
MRS. GABLE
I am Mrs. Gable, Mr. Gallaudet.
Weeks stay, you say? Well, you had
best step inside out of the damp
before the fog rolls in. Let us see
if my rooms will suit your needs.
She steps aside, gesturing for him to enter. Gallaudet
removes his hat and crosses the threshold.
INT. BLOOMSBURY LODGINGS - LATER
Thomas lies on the bed, his back propped against the plaster
wall. His coat is draped on a nearby chair. His boots are
aligned neatly beside the bed.
He looks through the papers given to him by Mason. The
introduction; a list of schools for the Deaf.
THOMAS
Braidwood in Hackney. Perhaps a...
better opportunity.
He sets the letters aside. From the table he picks up the
Paper-dolls. Small and fragile. He unfolds them and looks at
their symmetry.
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25 -
The Cost of Silence
EXT. BRAIDWOOD ACADEMY - DAY
A bright spring day in a blooming garden. A small pavilion
stands center. Across the lawn, Thomas is being led by a
PORTEr. Gallaudet wears a vest over a muslin shirt with a
Cravat at the neck.
At the pavilion JOHN BRAIDWOOD sits with a book in hand.
PORTER
Mr. Braidwood. A Mr. Gallaudet to
see you.
Braidwood sets down his book and looks at Thomas over his
glasses.
BRAIDWOOD
Thomas, is it? I don't believe we
have met.
THOMAS
Mr. Braidwood, we have not.
BRAIDWOOD
I was just to take tea. Would you
join me?
THOMAS
Yes, Sir. Thank you.
The porter brings a silver tray with a teapot and porcelain
cups. He quietly pours and hands a cup and saucer to
Braidwood and another to Thomas. He offers a sugar bowl.
Thomas takes the small spoon from his saucer and gently stirs
in two spoonfuls of sugar.
BRAIDWOOD
Now, what brings you to Hackney,
Mr. Gallaudet.
THOMAS
Sir, I come on behalf a group of
gentlemen in America. They are
looking to start a small school for
the Deaf children in Connecticut.
BRAIDWOOD
And you would look to teach the
Braidwood Method... in America?
THOMAS
Yes, Sir. Our intent is purely
charitable. We wish only to buy
your system of instruction.
BRAIDWOOD
You speak of our family's toil as a
mere commodity.
THOMAS
I speak of it as Christian duty,
sir.
Braidwood sits back in his wicker chair. He considers Thomas
over the top of his glasses again.
BRAIDWOOD
I believe we might make an
arrangement.
Thomas leans forward a spark of hope crosses his face as he
gently sets the saucer on the table.
BRAIDWOOD (CONT'D)
We would ask that you stay with us
three years, as an assistant to our
teachers-
Thomas leans back in his seat.
FADE OUT:
EDINBURGH, SCOTLAND - AUGUST 1815
Thomas walks with yet another PORTER down another
institutional hallway. The walls are lined with portraits of
the Braidwood family. Footsteps echo along the stone
corridors as they walk.
PORTER
I do apologize Mr. Gallaudet. Mr.
Kinniburgh is extremely busy today.
I am afraid you will need to follow
him on his duties.
THOMAS
Quite all right
PORTER
He is quite involved with the
operations of the school... Ah,
there he is.
ROBERT KINNIBURGH stands in the hallway talking to a teacher.
The teacher holds out a book. Kinniburgh reads and speaks to
the teacher. He nods and turns away.
Kinniburgh looks towards the porter and Thomas.
PORTER (CONT'D)
Mr. Kinniburgh, Mr. Gallaudet from
Connecticut to see you, Sir.
KINNIBURGH
Let's walk and talk, shall we.
THOMAS
My pleasure, sir. Although the
recent travel from London has taken
from me, I'm afraid.
KINNIBURGH
All right, Man. Tell me what we at
Braidwood might do for you.
THOMAS
Sir, I have come to discuss-
Kinniburgh holds up a finger to Thomas as a young GIRL comes
running up. She is about 9 and looks a bit like Alice.
Kinniburgh speaks to her, over enunciating his words as the
girl watches his mouth.
KINNIBURGH
Miss Emily. You are late.
He pantomimes looking at a pocket watch.
KINNIBURGH (CONT'D)
You must go to class.
Pantomimes writing on a slate.
KINNIBURGH (CONT'D)
Go now. Hurry.
He waves her away with his hands.
The girl nods and runs off down the hall, her braids bouncing
on her shoulders.
KINNIBURGH (CONT'D)
My apologies Mr. Gallaudet, You
were...
Thomas is standing motionless as he watches the girl run off.
KINNIBURGH (CONT'D)
Sir, are you all right?
Thomas shakes the cobwebs from his mind and returns thoughts
to the present.
THOMAS
Yes, of course. Just for a
moment...
KINNIBURGH
You were telling me what brings you
to Scotland...?
THOMAS
Yes...
A quick glance down the hall. Then back to Kinniburgh.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
I have come to discuss the
possibility of having the Braidwood
Method reach the shores of America.
Kinniburgh looks at him.
KINNIBURGH
How so?
THOMAS
I would propose that you give me a
few months to learn the Method so
that I may return to America to
teach the children in need, there.
KINNIBURGH
An intriguing thought...
He considers for a moment.
KINNIBURGH (CONT'D)
I would be most happy to train you
myself.
Thomas looks up, almost surprised.
KINNIBURGH (CONT'D)
Alas, my hands are tied by my
contract here. I am not able to so
without being in absolute breach.
I suppose I could petition the
executors. But they would insist a
Braidwood heir do the teaching. The
cost of that would be most...
(beat)
How large is this school you
propose?
Thomas's shoulders drop.
THOMAS
We are not looking to make a
profit, Sir, from this. We seek
only the welfare of the children.
Our funds come entirely from
charitable donors, who could never
raise such a sum.
Kinniburgh looks genuinely distressed. He sighs and places a
compassionate hand on Thomas's shoulder.
KINNIBURGH
I am sorry, Mr. Gallaudet. I would
very much like to help. But as I
said, my hands are legally tied.
THOMAS
I understand, Sir. And I thank you
for your time.
They shake hands cordially. Kinniburgh turns and continues
his journey down the halls.
Thomas watches Kinniburgh vanish into the distance.
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26 -
Unanswered Letters
INT. GALLAUDET'S LODGING – EDINBURGH – NIGHT
A relentless rain taps against the window.
A single oil lamp throws warm light across a modest room
cluttered with books, maps, and French grammar texts.
Thomas sits alone at a small writing desk. Fatigue hangs on
him. He stares at a blank sheet of paper before finally
dipping his quill into ink.
He writes deliberately.
THOMAS (V.O.)
Edinburgh, September 22, 1815.
My dear Sir...
INSERT – THE LETTER
Ink flows across the page.
THOMAS (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Not a syllable has yet reached me
from Hartford. Indeed, I begin to
fear that some of my letters have
failed to arrive...
He pauses, rubbing tired eyes before continuing.
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27 -
Autumn Leaves and Quiet Resolve
INT. COGSWELL HOUSE – STUDY – HARTFORD – DAY
Bright afternoon sunlight.
Elisabeth hands Mason a sealed letter bearing foreign
postmarks.
He recognizes the handwriting immediately.
Carefully breaking the wax seal, he unfolds the letter.
As his eyes begin moving across the page—
THOMAS (V.O.)
I cannot conceal my anxiety, for
every communication from home is
precious to me in this distant
land.
Mason leans back.
Through the study window—
Alice crosses the yard, collecting autumn leaves. She laughs
silently with her sisters.
Mason watches her.
THOMAS (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Yet I remain steadfast in the
object of my mission, believing
Providence has guided me thus far.
He gently folds the letter.
A quiet resolve settles over his face.
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INT. COGSWELL HOUSE – STUDY – NIGHT
The same desk.
The room is lit only by the fireplace and a pair of candles.
Mason places Thomas's letter beside a fresh sheet of paper.
He dips his quill.
MASON (V.O.)
Hartford, October...
My dear Mr. Gallaudet...
His pen begins to move.
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28 -
Encouragement and Determination
INT. GALLAUDET'S LODGING – LONDON – DAY
Weeks later.
A knock at the door.
Thomas opens the door to find a courier holding a packet from
America.
His face brightens.
He tears open the seal.
MASON (V.O.)
Your letters have been received
with gratitude. We rejoice that
your search continues, and we urge
you not to lose heart.
As Thomas reads, the loneliness that has followed him for
months begins to lift.
He smiles.
Nearby rests Sicard's book.
Beside it—a notebook filled with the first signs he has
learned.
Thomas closes the letter, looks out the window toward the
bustling London street—
—and returns to his studies with renewed purpose.
FADE OUT:
LONDON, ENGLAND - SEPTEMBER 1815
INT. BLOOMSBURY LODGINGS - NIGHT
Thomas sits in his small tidy room at a wooden desk. He wears
a dressing gown. The room is softly lit from a small oil
lantern on a bedside table.
In front of him is a collection of maps and news clippings.
INSERT - MAP
A map of London. An ink circle surrounds the Asylum for the
Deaf and Dumb and Braidwood Academy. They are crossed out.
Thomas reads a clipping then circles a small area on the map.
Then another clipping and another circle. Finally a third.
He leans back and stretches.
He rises and moves to the bed. From the table he lifts the
Paper-dolls. Figures have torn loose. They are slightly
folded and creased.
He sits, dolls in hand.
He extinguishes the lantern.
MONTAGE – LONDON
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29 -
Doors Closed
A) EXT. BRIGHTON DEAF ACADEMY - DAY
Thomas stands at a polished black door. Shivering under a
damp umbrella.
A BUTLER opens.
Thomas offers a calling card.
THOMAS
Thomas Gallaudet—
representing—
BUTLER
One moment, sir.
The door closes.
Thomas stands staring at the door. He extracts his pocket
watch and looks at the time, then returns it to the watch
pocket.
Door opens.
The butler returns the card.
BUTLER (CONT'D)
Regretfully, no visitors.
The door closes abruptly.
Thomas remains.
B) EXT. INSTITUTION – AFTERNOON
FROM INSIDE THE DOORWAY
Door opens.
Thomas stands outside with his hat in hand.
THOMAS
Good morning. I have come—
Door closes.
C) EXT. TOWNHOUSE – EVENING
FROM INSIDE THE DOORWAY
Door opens.
Thomas stands with his introductory letters ready.
Door closes.
END MONTAGE
EXT. LONDON STREET - EVENING
Thomas walks down the busy street. Dejected. He stops in
front of a coffee house. He pats the pocket holding his purse
and enters.
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30 -
A Sign of Hope
INT. COFFEE HOUSE - LATER
Thomas sits at a table. He sips his tea. A teapot rests
nearby. He looks over his London map and refers back to his
clippings.
INSERT - MAP
Numerous areas on the map are circled and crossed out.
Besides the Asylum and the Academy, several other locations
have been indicated and crossed off.
Thomas finishes his tea. He folds his papers together and
puts them in his pocket. He leaves a few coppers on the
table. He stands and makes his way to the door, weaving
through the milling customers.
As he reaches the door, he sees a wooden board, chaotic with
notices and handbills. Announcements and help wanted signs.
A bright white handbill catches his eye. He leans in and
adjusts his spectacles.
INSERT - HANDBILL
An elegantly printed typesetting reads:
"PUBLIC LECTURE & DEMONSTRATION
By the Celebrated French Educators of the Deaf:
ABBÉ ROCH-AMBROISE SICARD
Principal of the Royal Institution for Deaf-Mutes in Paris.
Assisted by his brilliant Deaf pupils, M. JEAN MASSIEU & M.
LAURENT CLERC.
Tickets One Shilling. London Tavern. September 14th. 8:00
P.M."
Thomas leans back; his mouth falls slightly open. He slowly
pulls the French book from his waistcoat pocket.
The book by Abbé Roch-Ambroise Sicard.
Thomas lowers himself slightly against a chair for balance. A
look of profound realization washes over him.
He pulls a scrap of paper and a worn pencil from his pocket.
He writes "London Tavern, 14th, 8:00"
He pockets the note, and leaves with a new air of
determination and a sudden burst of renewed energy.
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The Memory of the Heart
INT. LONDON TAVERN - GRAND BALLROOM - NIGHT
An immense space. Crystal chandeliers hang from a vaulted
ceiling, casting a brilliant, warm glow over an audience of
hundreds. Gentlemen in fine tailored coats and ladies in silk
dresses—fill rows of velvet seats. The air hums with
sophisticated murmurs.
Thomas sits near the back, looking small in his plain
American coat. He clutches his notebook and a pencil stub
tightly in his lap.
At the front of the room is a raised wooden stage. A massive
slate on a heavy easel stands at the center.
A polite wave of applause ripples through the hall.
ABBÉ ROCH-AMBROISE SICARD (73) steps onto the stage. He wears
his formal clerical collar and flowing black robes. He
carries himself with a grand, theatrical dignity. He bows
deeply to the audience, then raises his hands for silence.
SICARD
(thick French accent)
My lords, ladies, and gentlemen.
For centuries, the world has
believed that without the spoken
tongue, the human mind remains a
dark, uncultivated void.
The British schools tell you that
the Deaf must be forced to mimic
the voice. Tonight, we show you a
different way. A natural language.
Sicard gestures elegantly toward the wings.
JEAN MASSIEU (43) and LAURENT CLERC (29) step onto the stage.
Both are Deaf, impeccably dressed, and intensely sharp-eyed.
Laurent possesses a distinctive, neat scar on his right
cheek. They bow in unison.
The audience watches with rapt curiosity. Thomas leans so far
forward he nearly falls out of his seat.
Sicard picks up a piece of white chalk. He turns to the
massive slate board and writes in bold, elegant French
script:
"WHAT IS GRATITUDE?"
Sicard turns back to his pupils. He does not open his mouth.
He does not make a sound.
Instead, Sicard moves his hands. He sweeps an arm forward,
touches his chest, and makes a fluid sequence of deliberate
gestures.
Thomas’s eyes widen behind his spectacles. His breath
hitches.
Massieu and Laurent look at the board, then at Sicard's
hands. They nod instantly.
Massieu steps to the board. He takes the chalk and writes a
rapid, flawless response in English script:
"GRATITUDE IS THE MEMORY OF THE HEART."
A collective gasp echoes through the ballroom. Polite but
enthusiastic applause breaks out.
Thomas doesn't applaud. He is completely frozen, staring at
the stage. The pencil in his hand slips, dropping to the
floorboards unnoticed.
On stage, Massieu turns to Laurent. Massieu begins to sign
rapidly—hands flashing, expressions changing with lightning
speed, in complete and total silence.
Laurent responds, his hands weaving a seamlessly. It is pure
dialogue, flowing effortlessly through the air.
CLOSE ON Thomas
The brilliant chandelier light reflects in his spectacles.
Tears well up in his eyes, but a massive, breathless smile
breaks across his face.
He looks down at his lap, his hands trembling. He raises his
right hand into the light. He looks at his fingers, then
looks back up at Laurent's flying hands.
FADE OUT.
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32 -
The Open Hand
INT. LONDON TAVERN - BACKSTAGE - LATER
The grand lecture hall's applause is a muffled roar through
the heavy velvet curtains.
Backstage is a chaotic corridor of theater crates, stacks of
chairs, and upper-class Londoners trying to push their way
through to get a closer look at the French celebrities.
Thomas maneuvers through the chaos, clutching his copy of
Sicard’s book tight to his body.
Through the crowd, he spots them. Abbé Sicard is wiping his
brow with a silk handkerchief while talking to a wealthy
patron. Nearby, Laurent and Massieu stand together in a
silent conversation, unfazed by the noise around them.
Thomas takes a deep breath, steps past a lingering gentleman,
and approaches the Abbé. He bows politely.
THOMAS
(in French, hesitant)
Abbé Sicard... please excuse my
interruption, but I have traveled
more than three thousand miles from
America.
Sicard stops, surprised. He turns his full attention to
Thomas.
SICARD
America? Really? Well... your
French
does not sound like it has crossed
an ocean, sir.
Thomas smiles warmly. He holds up the paper book Dr. Cogswell
gave him at the New York docks.
THOMAS
I spent my voyage translating your
writings, Father. My name is Thomas
Gallaudet. I represent a committee
from Connecticut. We wish to bring
instruction to the Deaf children of
the New World.
Sicard looks at the worn, heavily annotated copy of his own
book in Thomas's hands. His theatrical, public persona melts
away into genuine interest.
SICARD
You wish to learn our method?
THOMAS
Purely for the purpose of charity.
The British institutions have
refused
us all access. They demand
exclusivity,
secrecy, and years of commitment.
Sicard scoffs loudly, waving a dismissive hand toward the
main hall.
SICARD
The English! They are careful, Mr.
Gallaudet. Our language belongs to
the human soul. Knowledge only
grows
by being shared.
Sicard turns sharply toward his star pupil and taps Laurent
on the shoulder to catch his attention.
Sicard speaks with his hands, introducing Thomas.
Laurent watches his teacher's hands, then shifts his piercing
gaze to Thomas. The scar on his right cheek shifts as a warm,
welcoming smile breaks across his face.
Laurent steps forward. He doesn't offer a hand to shake.
Instead, he makes a welcoming gesture—pressing his right hand
to his heart, then extending it outward toward Thomas.
Thomas recognizes the sentiment instantly. He mimics the
gesture, placing his own hand over his heart.
Sicard watches them, beaming with pride.
SICARD (CONT'D)
London is no place for true
instruction, my young friend. You
have already crossed an ocean. What
is one more channel? Come to Paris.
Come to our Institution.
Thomas looks from the grand Abbé to the brilliant, expressive
eyes of Laurent.
THOMAS
I will come, Father. As soon as my
resources allow me.
Laurent raises his hands, signing directly to Thomas with
clear, encouraging deliberate movements. Sicard translates
aloud.
SICARD
(translating)
Laurent says—do not worry about the
ocean behind you. The true journey
is only beginning.
Thomas bows deeply to them both, a new strength in his
posture.
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33 -
A Spark of Hope
INT. GALLAUDET'S LODGING – LONDON – NIGHT
Sicard's book lies open on the desk beside pages of hastily
scribbled notes. Sketches of handshapes fill the margins.
Thomas paces, unrestrained excitement.
He stops. Sits.
He pulls a fresh sheet of paper toward him And dips his
quill.
THOMAS (V.O.)
London, ...
My dear Sir,
I must write without delay.
(MORE)
THOMAS (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Providence has wonderfully directed
my course.
As the ink flows—
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. COGSWELL HOUSE – STUDY – HARTFORD – DAY
Weeks later.
A servant delivers another letter bearing English postmarks.
Mason breaks the seal.
THOMAS (V.O.)
The disappointment which lately
weighed so heavily upon my mind has
given place to renewed hope.
Mason settles into his chair, reading eagerly.
THOMAS (V.O.) (CONT'D)
By the happiest circumstance, I
attended a public exhibition
conducted by the Abbé Sicard of
Paris, accompanied by two of his
former pupils, Laurent Clerc and
Jean Massieu.
Mary enters the office carrying a tea tray. Mason looks at
her briefly.
MARY
Tea?
Mason waves her away. She glances at the letter on the desk.
She smiles and exits.
Mason returns to reading.
THOMAS (V.O.)
Their language of signs possesses a
beauty and completeness beyond
anything I had imagined possible.
Mason's eyes widen.
He reads on.
THOMAS (V.O.) (CONT'D)
I have since been received by these
gentlemen with every kindness, and
they have invited me to Paris,
where I may study their system more
fully.
Outside the study window—
Alice traces letters on her slate while Mary quietly
encourages her.
Mason watches for a moment before returning to the letter.
THOMAS (V.O.) (CONT'D)
I cannot yet say where this path
will lead, but I am persuaded it
offers the greatest promise of
success for our undertaking.
A slow smile spreads across Mason's face.
He carefully folds the letter.
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INT. COGSWELL HOUSE – STUDY – NIGHT
A fireplace glows warmly. By candlelight, the same letter
rests open beside fresh paper.
Mason takes up his quill.
MASON (V.O.)
My dear Mr. Gallaudet...
Your latest communication has
afforded us uncommon
satisfaction...
His pen moves steadily across the page.
FADE OUT.
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34 -
A Weary Crossing
EXT. BULL AND MOUTH INN COURTYARD - DAY
A hackney carriage slows along St. Martin's-Le-Grand and
pulls to a jarring halt at the entrance to the Bull and Mouth
Inn.
Thomas steps down with his suitcase. As the carriage pulls
away, he gazes up at the familiar but unsettling sign of the
Inn.
With a deep sigh, preparing for the journey ahead, he passes
through the gates and heads into the ticket office.
DIEPPE, FRANCE - MARCH 1816
EXT. DIEPPE PORT - DAY
Bright sunlight breaks through the coastal cloud cover,
illuminating the bright blue water of the harbor. Fishermen
on docked boats haul in nets of silvery fish. French phrases
are called out over the rattling of chains and clanging of
bells.
Thomas steps maneuvers down the short gangplank of a small
packet boat. He carries his suitcase in one hand and the
Sicard book in the other.
The cuffs of his jacket are frayed, and the jacket itself is
wrinkled and sports patches, slightly off color of the
original wool. His pant cuffs are slightly ragged, and the
pants appear to have lost their crease months ago.
Thomas walks off the stone pier, navigating around active
fisherman and stacks of cargo nets, barrels and crates.
A massive diligence sits at the end of the port at a small
coaching inn. Unlike the polished British mail coaches Thomas
has grown used to, this one appears assembled from older
conveyances—weathered wood, mismatched repairs, and heavy
fittings. Five sturdy horses paw at the dirt, kicking up
billowing dust.
Thomas passes by the carriage and enters the booking office.
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35 -
The Ticket to Paris
INT. BOOKING OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
A heavyset BURALISTE stands behind a massive oak counter in a
small low-ceilinged room. He reads a newspaper. A group of
men sit to one side, drinking small cups of coffee and
smoking long clay pipes. Smoke infuses the room.
As Thomas approaches, the buraliste puts aside the paper.
BURALISTE
(in French)
Yes, sir?
Thomas coughs briefly as the smoke scratches at his lungs.
THOMAS
A ticket to Paris, please.
BURALISTE
Inside or in the rotonde?
Thomas considers, he glances around the smoke-filled room,
and out the window at the coach. After a moment he nods.
THOMAS
In the rotonde, please.
BURALISTE
Of course, sir. That will be
fifteen francs.
THOMAS
I have just arrived from England.
The buraliste scans a currency exchange chart next to him.
BURALISTE
Twelve English shillings.
THOMAS
Even for the rotonde?
BURALISTE
Yes, sir.
Thomas shakes his head. He extracts his small, worn, leather
purse and shakes out some coins. He counts them twice, then
passes them over to the buraliste.
BURALISTE (CONT'D)
Thank you, sir.
He scratches some illegible marks on a slip of paper and
points Thomas towards the imposing coach.
PARIS, FRANCE - MARCH 1816
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36 -
The Silent Welcome
EXT. INSTITUT ROYAL DES SOURDS-MUETS - COURTYARD - AFTERNOON
A pair of towering, ancient iron gates stand open off the
cobblestones of the Rue Saint-Jacques.
Thomas steps through the threshold. He is covered in a fine
layer of white road dust from the long journey on the
rotonde. He carries his worn suitcase, his knuckles white
against the leather handle.
He stops. He stares.
Before him stretches a massive, sun-drenched courtyard
wrapped in historic monastic architecture. Lush, manicured
green gardens explode with spring blooms.
But it is the people that capture him.
Dozens of children, teenagers, and adult instructors move
along the gravel pathways. And the world is alive with
motion.
Fingers flash in the sunlight. Arms sweep in elegant, precise
arcs. Faces animate with rich, shifting expressions—defiant,
joyful, curious, intense.
A group of young boys argue over a ball entirely with their
hands.
A young boy runs across the courtyard. Stumbles. Drops the
stack of books he carries. Two students kneel to help him
gather up the pages— smiling together.
Nearby, a female instructor maps out a lesson to a circle of
rapt students, her hands shaping the ideas in the air.
It is a profound quiet, punctuated only by the soft rustle of
wool sleeves, the crunch of gravel beneath boots, and bursts
of uninhibited laughter.
Thomas's suitcase slides from his hand, hitting the gravel
unnoticed.
He turns in a slow, breathless circle. Paris sunlight catches
in his spectacles. He looks left, then right, completely
overwhelmed.
He clutches Abbé Sicard’s textbook tightly against his chest.
Tears of relief and awe well up in his eyes.
He isn't looking at a clinical experiment. He is looking at a
world.
From a stone archway leading into the building two STUDENTS
approach Thomas. They are dressed for the spring weather in
short pants with socks and linen shirts.
One student signs quickly to Thomas. He shakes his head as he
doesn't understand.
He glances at the book in his hand. He has been reading over
it for many months, with attention to the Alphabet Manuel.
He tries. Slowly and deliberately, he forms the remembered
shapes with his right hand.
S...I...C...A...R...
He falters. He holds up the book. The students immediately
recognize the cover.
One student nods and makes a motion with his hands.
The second student notices a hint of confusion on Thomas's
face. He repeats the sign, then slowly fingerspells:
C.O.M.E.
They turn and walk back toward the school. After a moment,
Thomas follows them through the Archway.
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37 -
A Welcome at the Institut
INT. INSTITUT ROYAL DES SOURDS - MUETS - CONTINUOUS
They walk down the stone corridor, footsteps echoing down the
hall. They come to a stop in front of a large oak door. A
brass plaque on the door.
INSERT - PLAQUE
"Abbé Roch-Ambroise Sicard"
A student knocks on the heavy door. The sharp report echoes
down the silent corridor.
After a moment, the door opens. Abbé Roch-Ambroise Sicard
stands in the frame looking on the two students. He signs a
welcome.
The students sign a thank you and step aside, revealing a
travel-weary but visibly enchanted Thomas.
Sicard looks at him and blinks once. He brightens.
SICARD
(in French)
Ah, Mr. Gallaudet! You made it.
And safe and sound?
THOMAS
(chuckles softly)
More or less, Father.
SICARD
Welcome to our Institution. I would
be happy if you would accept our
humble
hospitality during your stay among
us.
Thomas hesitates. He glances down at his worn cuffs. He nods.
THOMAS
I would be very grateful to you,
Father.
SICARD
Of course. Let us get you settled
for the night, and we will speak
more of our arrangement tomorrow.
THOMAS
I would be deeply grateful for
that.
And to be able to wash away what is
left of London.
SICARD
These young men will lead you to
your quarters. A meal will be
waiting for you in the refectory at
seven o'clock. They will show it to
you on the way.
He takes a careful considerate look at Thomas's travel-worn
clothing.
SICARD (CONT'D)
And perhaps we can make your stay
more pleasant than what you have
experienced of late.
SICARD (CONT'D)
(signs to students)
Escort him to the monastery.
Prepare a room.
Find him something suitable to
wear.
One student picks up Thomas's suitcase. He repeats the sign
for "Come". This time Thomas follows immediately.
INT. MONASTERY CELL - NIGHT
A sparse but comfortable room. A simple wooden bed frame with
a well-packed mattress. A small table and chair sit next to
the bed with an oil lamp casting a flickering yellow light.
Thomas sits on the edge of the bed, his skin slightly pink
from a recent thorough scrubbing. He wears simple linen pants
and shirt, likely provided from the Abbé's personal wardrobe.
All is quiet, except for a small creak as Thomas shifts on
the bed.
Thomas takes the Sicard book from the table and withdraws the
Paper-dolls. He gently unfolds them. They are worn and
wrinkled from frequent interaction and separated into three
groups of dolls. He gazes at the dolls for a moment before
placing them back into the book.
He reaches over and turns down the lamp. Moonlight slips in
through the small window high on the wall.
Thomas lies back in bed, still thinking of Alice.
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38 -
A Silent Welcome
INT. SICARD STUDY - DAY
Sicard sits behind a modest desk. Laurent sits in a
comfortably upholstered chair across from him. Thomas enters
as Sicard and Laurent are carrying on a silent conversation
with their hands. Sicard looks up at him, and Laurent's gaze
follows. He smiles as he sees Thomas.
THOMAS
I hope I am not interrupting.
Sicard signs to Laurent.
SICARD
Not at all, Thomas. Laurent and I
were just discussing the best way
to introduce you to our little
community.
Laurent signs to Sicard.
SICARD (CONT'D)
Laurent suggests that you join his
first-year class as an assistant.
You will be able to help with
teaching
and begin, at the same time, your
initiation into our language.
THOMAS
That sounds like an excellent
beginning.
Sicard signs to Laurent.
SICARD
Very well. Why don't you accompany
Laurent? He will get you started.
Laurent rises and moves his hand from Thomas's direction to
his own chest. Thomas recognizes the welcome.
LAURENT
(clearly but muted)
Welcome.
Thomas starts, surprised.
SICARD
(smiling)
Laurent lost his hearing in an
accident when he was still an
infant. Before coming here, he was
taught to speak.
(beat)
But I believe his hands say
infinitely more.
Thomas regains his composure. He signs thank you in response.
Laurent moves to the door and Thomas follows.
As they exit, Sicard sits back in his chair. He folds his
hands together and smiles.
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39 -
A Slow Lesson in Humility
INT. CLASSROOM - DAY
A large classroom with desks arranged in a horseshoe shape in
the center of the room. Ten STUDENTS 5-7 years old sit at the
desks, hands moving slowly in conversation with their
neighbors. Massive slate boards line multiple walls. They are
covered with words and pictographs.
Laurent enters with Thomas behind him. Ten sets of eyes lock
in on Thomas.
LAURENT
(signing)
Good morning, students
STUDENTS
(signing)
Good morning.
LAURENT
(signing)
This Thomas. He work with us.
STUDENTS
(signing)
Hello Thomas
Thomas smiles at the group of attentive young people.
THOMAS
(signing)
Hello.
One BOY nudges his neighbor.
BOY
(signing)
Slow.
The neighbor laughs.
Laurent sees the exchange. His look at the boys is enough to
stop the laughter and regain their attention.
BOY (CONT'D)
(signing)
Sorry.
Laurent nods and proceeds with a lesson.
INT. CLASSROOM / MONASTERY CELL - MONTAGE - DAY / NIGHT
-- CLASSROOM - DAY: Laurent signs a word with fluid grace.
Thomas replicates it, but his wrists are stiff, his fingers
fumbling. A row of five-year-olds giggle. Thomas checks his
notebook, tries again, but gets the handshape completely
wrong. Laurent gently resets Thomas's fingers.
-- MONASTERY CELL - NIGHT: By the dim light of an oil lamp,
Thomas stands before his small mirror. His hands are
cramping. He frantically flips through his notes, trying to
memorize the most common signs, his movements slow and
frustrated.
-- CLASSROOM - DAY: Thomas attempts to sign a simple greeting
to a young girl. He hesitates, freezing mid-sign as he
forgets the movement. The girl patiently waits, then
demonstrates the sign back to him, moving her hands slowly so
the adult can keep up. Thomas smiles, a look of deep humility
on his face.
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40 -
A Letter from Alice
INT. MISS HUNTLEY'S SCHOOL – CLASSROOM – DAY
The classroom is quiet.
Miss Huntley moves among the students as they work.
At her desk, Alice carefully prints each word, stopping often
to think. She smiles to herself as she remembers a story.
Nearby, Miss Huntley glances over Alice's shoulder but lets
her continue on her own.
Alice folds the finished letter.
She writes on the outside:
INSERT - LETTER
MR. THOMAS GALLAUDET
PARIS, FRANCE
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INT. INSTITUT ROYAL DES SOURDS-MUETS – MONASTERY CELL –
EVENING
A student delivers the day's post. A message from Mason
Cogswell, thick and full.
He opens it and a second envelope falls out. Thomas notices
the small envelope immediately.
The handwriting is uneven. Childlike.
He smiles before even opening it.
Thomas opens the first letter.
MASON (V.O.)
My dear Thomas,
As soon as I learned Mr. Upson
was sailing, I proposed to Alice
that she write to you.
Thomas smiles.
He continues reading.
MASON (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Miss Huntley related to her a
story which she has attempted to
recount.
You know so much of her manner
that I believe you will understand
it.
The letter is all her own,
without any assistance or
correction.
Thomas slowly lowers the page.
He reaches for the second envelope.
Alice's.
INSERT – ALICE'S LETTER
"My Dear Sir:
I remember story Miss Huntley was tell me. Old many years Mr.
Colt little boy. Name man Peter Colt very much curls little
boy hair. Oh! very beautiful. Mama lap little boy comb curl
love to see. O beautiful.
Morning long man preacher coat black come bow ask mama give
little boy hair make wigs very beautiful. Preacher give, mama
no. Preacher yes, oh yes. Talk long. Man say come back.
Little boy scissors cut hair. White hair curls all in heap
make wig. Preacher am very much glad proud. Little little boy
head very cold. Mama tie handkerchief warm. Tears no more.
Mama very sorry.
I hope my hair never cut make wigs.
This morning study all in school away Geography all
beautiful. School all very beautiful very still very good.
Noise no. Play no. Miss Huntley work and two go Norwich. All
school come. Not me. Very sorry. Come back little while. O
all very glad.
O beautiful.
I love you very much.
Your affectionate,
Alice Cogswell."
Thomas lowers the letter.
A quiet laugh escapes him at Alice's concern over her curls.
Then his smile softens. He gently touches her signature with
his fingertips.
Outside his window, Laurent teaches a group of children in
graceful, expressive signs.
Thomas looks from Alice's letter...
...to the students.
He folds the letter carefully and places it inside his
journal before returning to his studies.
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41 -
A Bridge of Hands
INT. INSTITUTE LIBRARY - NIGHT
A massive room of towering bookshelves. Thomas and Laurent
sit at a long oak table cluttered with open dictionaries and
Thomas's frantic, messy notebook sketches.
Thomas sits, rubbing his aching forearms. He looks utterly
defeated.
THOMAS
(signing slowly, fumbling
a shape)
My hands... they are like wood,
Laurent. The children... they speak
a river, and I can barely catch a
drop. How can I build a school for
the Deaf when I am blind?
Laurent watches him quietly, the candle flame reflecting in
his eyes. His fingers drift unconsciously to the scar on his
cheek. He looks back at the exhausted American.
LAURENT
(signing)
Then do not build the bridge alone.
Thomas blinks, struggling to translate the rapid signs in his
head.
THOMAS
(signing slowly)
Don't understand.
LAURENT
(signing, slowing down his
pace)
You have the vision, Thomas. The
language we can build.
If I go with you to America... we
can build it together.
I will be the hands. You will open
the doors.
Thomas stares at him, completely stunned. The sheer magnitude
of the offer hits him. He drops the sign language entirely,
his voice cracking with emotion.
THOMAS
(in French, spoken)
You would leave Paris? Your home?
Everything you know… for a country
you have never seen?
He hesitates a moment then begins to sign the words he has
spoken.
Laurent gently stops his hands.
LAURENT
(signing, a proud,
resolute smile)
To make sure they are not alone? To
bring hope? Yes.
(beat)
But only if the Abbé permits it. He
has been like my own father.
Thomas drops his head and looks at his hands, motionless on
the table. He gazes at Laurent's determined eyes and generous
smile.
Slowly he raises his right hand.
He signs:
THANK YOU.
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42 -
The Parting Blessing
INT. SICARD'S STUDY - DAY
Abbé Sicard stands by the massive arched window, his back to
the room. The afternoon sun silhouettes his frail, 73-year-
old frame.
The silence in the study is heavy, suffocating.
Thomas and Laurent stand side by side before the heavy
mahogany desk. Neither signs. Neither speaks. They simply
wait.
Finally, Sicard turns slowly. His face looks deeply lined,
carrying a heavy, paternal sorrow. He looks at Laurent, his
eyes scanning the young man's face as if memorizing it.
When he signs, his movements are uncharacteristically heavy
and slow.
SICARD
(signing)
You are the pride of this
institution, Laurent. The finest
proof of everything I have given my
life to. To watch you go to the
Americas... it is like watching my
own heart.
Laurent steps forward. His posture is deeply respectful, but
his signs are sharp, clear, and unyielding in their
conviction.
LAURENT
(signing)
Father, you taught me that language
must be shared. In America,
thousands of children are waiting,
alone. Just as I was before I found
you. Let me go do for them what you
did for me.
Sicard stares at Laurent for a long beat. He looks down at
his desk, his hand brushing over a stack of administrative
papers, before his gaze shifts to Thomas.
Thomas stands with a quiet, intense humility of a man who
knows he is asking for more than he deserves.
The old Abbé closes his eyes. A tear slips through the lid
and trails down the creases of his cheek. He opens them,
suddenly. His hands drop to his sides, yielding.
SICARD
(signing and speaking)
What France loses…
God will gain.
He steps past the desk, approaching Thomas. He looks the
American squarely in the eye.
SICARD (CONT'D)
Take care of my boy, Thomas. Carry
our world to yours.
Thomas presses his hand firmly over his heart. He doesn't
trust his voice, nor his slow signs, to carry the weight of
what he feels. Instead, he simply bows his head in profound,
breathless gratitude.
FADE OUT.
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43 -
Reassurance at the Gangplank
EXT. HAVRE PORT - DAY
The Mary Augusta sits moored at a pier. A small fragile
looking vessel, a mere 100 feet long and 25 feet wide. With
sails furled, it sways in the modest waves. Thomas and
Laurent stand in silence, watching as crates and barrels are
loaded with a system of hemp rope, chains and pulleys.
Thomas looks at Laurent with apprehension.
Laurent catches Thomas's look of dread. A reassuring smile
breaks across his face, the neat scar on his right cheek
shifting in the sunlight.
Laurent raises his hands, his movements clean and smooth
against the backdrop of the swaying masts.
LAURENT
(signing)
The ocean is only water, Thomas. It
has no wish to hurt us.
Thomas lets out a breath. He nods, his anxiety easing. He
looks back at the small wooden brig, then looks down at the
heavy slate board and box of chalk tucked securely under his
arm.
THOMAS
(signing slowly, forcing
his stiff hands to form
the shapes)
Let's begin.
Laurent pats Thomas firmly on the shoulder.
LAURENT
(signing)
Come.
He turns and confidently leads the way up the wooden
gangplank. Thomas takes a deep breath, grips his suitcase
tightly, and follows Laurent into the ship.
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44 -
The Sign for Friend
INT. AFTER-CABIN - DAY
The Mary Augusta rolls rhythmically. A few passengers play
cards nearby. Others read quietly.
On the fixed oak table sits an open notebook.
On the left page, Thomas has written a neat column of English
words: BREAD. WATER. WIND. FRIEND. On the right page, their
French equivalents: PAIN. EAU. VENT. AMI.
Laurent points to AMI, looks at Thomas, and demonstrates the
sign: he crosses his index fingers over each other in a
smooth, interlocking hook. Elegant. Universal.
Thomas tries. His fingers are stiff, his wrists rigid. He
hooks his fingers backward in an incorrect shape. Laurent
shakes his head with a patient smile, reaches across the
table, and physically adjusts Thomas’s hands until the
fingers lock correctly.
While Thomas holds the shape, memorizing the muscle tension,
Laurent picks up a piece of chalk. On a small slate, he
carefully practices writing the English letters: F-R-I-E-N-D.
LATER
At the table, Thomas and Laurent work through another English
lesson.
Laurent carefully copies an English sentence into a notebook.
He pauses over a word.
Looks to Thomas.
Thomas smiles and makes a small correction.
Laurent nods appreciatively.
He closes the notebook.
At the small table, Laurent closes his English notebook.
Thomas stops him.
THOMAS
(signing)
May I suggest something?
Laurent nods.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
(signing)
Keep a diary.
Write every day.
Everything you see...
everything you do.
Write only in English.
I'll correct it.
LAURENT
(signing)
For myself?
Thomas nods.
THOMAS
(signing)
For yourself.
For no one else.
By the time we reach New York...
...you shall be ready for America.
Laurent smiles at that.
He opens to a fresh page.
Dips the pen into ink.
INSERT - THE FIRST PAGE
Carefully, deliberately, he writes:
"A recital of all that I have done and seen
since my departure from Havre till my arrival
at New-York..."
Laurent considers the page. A faint smile.
He lowers the pen again and continues writing.
INSERT - PAGE
"...I have not written it for him, but for
myself... and particularly to exercise and
perfect myself in the English language."
Thomas watches the pen move steadily across the page.
A quiet smile.
The scratching of ink on paper is the only sound.
Thomas leaves him to write.
INT. GALLAUDET'S BERTH - NIGHT
A sudden summer gale hits. The ship pitches violently,
timbers creaking under the strain.
Thomas lies in his narrow, cramped bunk, drenched in sweat,
his skin sickly and pale. He clutches his stomach, completely
incapacitated by seasickness. The oil lamp swings violently
overhead.
The door to the berth clicks open. Laurent slips inside,
bracing his shoulder against the bulkhead to steady himself
against the violent rocking.
In his hand, he carries a tin basin and a damp washcloth.
Laurent steps to the bunk. Without a word, he gently presses
the cool, damp cloth onto Thomas's burning forehead. Thomas
lets out a ragged breath, his eyes fluttering open.
Laurent gives him a quiet, reassuring nod. He reaches down
and secures Thomas's sliding blanket, then sits beside the
bunk.
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45 -
Building on What They Know
INT. AFTER-CABIN – DAY
The sea is calm once more.
Charts, notebooks and slates cover the table.
Thomas sketches the floor plan of a modest schoolhouse.
A classroom.
A dormitory.
A dining hall.
Laurent studies it.
THOMAS
At what age should we admit
the children?
LAURENT
(signing)
Children whose families can pay...
admit them at any age. They may
remain as long as they need.
For those supported by the
government... I would wait until
they are ten years of age.
(beat)
How many years do you think
the government will support them?
THOMAS
(signing)
I hope they can remain...
seven or eight years.
Those whose families can afford
it...
longer. I also want to write
a few simple instructions for
parents. Teach the alphabet.
Teach the names of everyday
things...
before the children come to us.
LAURENT
Will some live
at the school?
THOMAS
Those who wish to.
The others...
may come each day.
LAURENT
(signing)
You will do as you think best.
(MORE)
LAURENT (CONT'D)
But children under ten...
their parents may bring them each
day. If they must leave home...
six, seven, or eight years of
age...
is too young.
Thomas nods thoughtfully.
LAURENT (CONT'D)
(signing)
Boys and girls?
THOMAS
(signing)
Yes.
Both deserve an education.
Some children already have home
signs. Others...
have nothing at all.
Laurent smiles.
He signs deliberately.
LAURENT
(signing)
Then we begin with what they
already know.
Every child has language.
We discover it first.
Then build upon it.
Thomas studies him.
He slowly nods.
Writes the thought in his notebook.
Laurent notices the folded Paper-dolls tucked between the
notebook's pages.
He picks them up.
Looks at Thomas. He gives a questioning look.
Thomas smiles.
THOMAS
(signing)
Alice.
The little girl I told you about.
She made these.
Laurent studies them carefully.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
(signing)
She was nine. Nearly eleven, now.
Bright. Curious.
She knew only the signs her family
had made together.
Yet...
she understood so much more.
Laurent watches intently.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
(signing)
She is the reason I crossed the
ocean.
Laurent studies the Paper-dolls. He traces one carefully with
his finger.
He looks to Thomas.
LAURENT
(signing)
When I left France...
I believed I was coming for
America.
(beat)
Now...
I come also for Alice.
He carefully folds the paper Paper-dolls exactly as he found
them.
He slips them back between the notebook's pages.
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46 -
The Friend Sign
INT. AFTER-CABIN - DAY
The storm has passed, replaced by a steady, calm swell.
Thomas sits at the table, tapping the notebook page at the
word FRIEND / AMI. He looks across at Laurent.
Slowly, deliberately, Thomas raises his hands. He forms the
interlocking finger-hook sign for FRIEND—moving with
noticeably more fluid grace now—and then points his index
finger directly at Laurent's chest.
THOMAS
(signing)
Friend... Laurent.
Laurent smiles.
He reaches for his notebook.
Writes carefully.
INSERT - NOTEBOOK
Thomas. My friend.
He turns the notebook toward Thomas.
Thomas smiles.
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47 -
Silent Correction
INT. AFTER-CABIN – MORNING
The cabin is quiet.
Sunlight spills through the stern windows.
Laurent writes steadily in his diary.
INSERT – DIARY
"Saturday, July the 20th
The morning was rainy, the forenoon clear and also the
afternoon, the evening cloudy, and in the night which became
extremely stormy, it rained, lightened & thundered all at
once. We all descended quite frightened into our cabin whilst
we prayed to God, the lighting lighted us from time to time."
He pauses.
Thomas appears beside him. He reads over Laurent's shoulder.
He points to one word.
Laurent smiles.
Makes the correction.
Thomas nods approvingly.
Laurent closes the diary.
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48 -
Signs and Seas
EXT. MAIN DECK – AFTERNOON
Bright sunlight cuts across the wooden deck. Thomas and
Laurent stand near the mainmast, practicing full
communication.
Thomas speaks as he signs, his hands trailing slightly behind
his voice.
THOMAS
The sky... is clear... today.
A few feet away, three rough, weather-beaten SAILORS are
coiling a massive hawser rope. Hearing Thomas's halting voice
and seeing the bizarre, flashing hand movements, two of the
sailors start to chuckle. One of them mockingly flaps his
hands in the air, laughing under his breath.
Laurent catches the movement out of the corner of his eye. He
stops the lesson. He turns and glares at them—a sharp,
piercing look.
The laughing sailors wither under the stare. They exchange a
muttered word, pick up their tools, and quickly leave the
deck to avoid his eyes.
ONE SAILOR (40s), gray-haired with a deeply lined face, stays
behind. He doesn't laugh. He stands by the railing, watching
Thomas and Laurent with an intense, quiet curiosity.
Laurent notices him. Instead of turning away, Laurent holds
the man's gaze. Slowly, Laurent raises his hand to his
forehead and brings it out in a respectful, universal salute
of greeting.
The old sailor blinks, surprised. He hesitates, looks left
and right, and then awkwardly raises his own weathered hand,
returning the salute before heading back to his duties.
Thomas watches the exchange in wonder.
A SHOUT from the bow.
SAILOR #1
Fish on!
SAILOR #2
One here, too, by God!
Thomas signs to Laurent and they watch as sailor after sailor
hauls in fishing lines, laughing and shouting in pure
elation. The approach the port side of the ship to watch the
energetic sailors.
A sailor wrestles a heavy cod over the rail. It slips free,
flopping wildly across the deck.
Laurent instinctively catches it.
The sailors burst into laughter.
Laurent can't help smiling. He hands the fish back.
The gray-haired sailor gives him an approving nod.
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49 -
Evening Reflections
INT. AFTER CABIN - NIGHT
Laurent sits at the table with his diary in front of him. The
cabin is illuminated softly by a single oil lamp at the
table. Laurent dips his quill in ink and sets it to the page.
INSERT - DIARY
"During a long time we had caught no fish because we were in
the midst of the sea where it was impossible to take any
fish; but this day we arrived on the banks, and there is to
speak more the abode of the cod (Morrhua) and other kind of
fishes. Every fisherman with patience awaiting the favorable
occasion to cast his line, and a cod soon came & took the
bait."
Laurent looks at his writing. He dips the quill again and
resumes writing.
INSERT - DIARY
"Thursday, July the 25th
The sailors immediately busied themselves in cleaning the
fish; our deck had the appearance of a real butcher's stall.
We had some of the heads of the fishes above the deck as a
mark of our triumph. We all met at our supper round a very
excellent & so much the more so as it was a long time since
we had eaten anything equally fresh."
Laurent reads again what he has written. He sits back in his
wooden chair and stretches.
With a nod, he rises and extinguishes the lamp.
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50 -
Half the Words, All the Meaning
INT. AFTER-CABIN - DAY
Thomas and Laurent sit at a small table under the dim light
of an oil lamp. Pencils and notebooks are spread out between
them, busy with a mixture of French and English words and
sentences.
LAURENT
(signing)
My friend, your journey in language
is more than ours over the ocean.
THOMAS
(signing)
And as rough as waves.
Laurent smiles, shifting his scar on his cheek.
LAURENT
(signing)
No, you have done well. Come far.
THOMAS
(signing)
Thank you, my friend.
He pauses for a moment.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
(signing)
I fear that some may be too much
for students.
(beat)
Many have some signs they know.
LAURENT
(signing)
Show me.
Thomas demonstrates some of the "home signs" he had picked up
from Alice.
LAURENT (CONT'D)
(signing)
Very tidy. All within this space.
He points to his head and chest.
THOMAS
(signing)
Yes. The space can show a person or
a thing. Even a gender.
Laurent considers for a moment.
LAURENT
Language is not about French or
English. Understanding. We bring
the words together into that space.
The words carry the meaning. Do not
need more.
Thomas nods. He hands a notebook to Laurent, who takes it,
somewhat amused.
THOMAS
(signing)
I give you book.
Laurent's eyes widen.
LAURENT
(signing)
Half the words. All the meaning.
(a beat)
Show me more.
FADE OUT:
INSERT - DIARY
"Thursday, August the 8th
O! great joy among us all! We are told that we are
approaching America, that if the wind continues, we shall see
land this morning, & that we shall be in sight of New York in
two days at latest. May God grant that this hope may be
realized! But whatsoever he may please to command, we are all
disposed to resign ourselves to his orders, & whatsoever may
happen, I shall mention it to-morrow.
It is very fine weather to-day & I hope will continue to be
so to-morrow."
FADE OUT:
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51 -
Landfall
EXT. DECK - MARY AUGUSTA - DAY
A bright summer morning.
In the distance, the coastline of New York Harbor rises out
of the morning mist. A forest of masts of hundreds of ships
clutter the port.
Thomas and Laurent stand side-by-side at the wooden ship-
rail. The wind whips at their coats.
Around them, the ship is a chaos of noise: SAILORS shout,
heavy hemp ropes squeak through wooden blocks, and the
massive canvas sails flap and thunder as they are furled.
Thomas looks at the American shore. His anxiety has been
replaced by a quiet resolve. He reaches into his waistcoat
pocket and removes Alice's Paper-dolls.
He looks over at Laurent.
Laurent stands perfectly still, staring at the new world
before him. A flicker of vulnerability crosses Laurent's
face.
Thomas notices. He steps closer, catching Laurent's eye.
Thomas doesn't speak a word aloud. He raises his right hand,
his wrist moving with a fluid grace.
THOMAS
(signing)
We are here. America.
Laurent looks at Thomas's hands, then up at his steady eyes.
The vulnerability melts away. A proud smile breaks across his
face, the scar on his cheek catching the bright American sun.
Laurent raises his hand to his heart, he signs back.
LAURENT
(signing)
We are ready.
From the quarterdeck above, CAPTAIN HALL’S voice booms
through a brass speaking trumpet:
CAPTAIN HALL
Drop anchor!
The massive iron anchor plunges into the water with a
deafening roar, the heavy iron chains rattling violently,
sending a spray of salt and rust into the air.
The Mary Augusta slows to a halt.
FADE TO BLACK.
HARTFORD, CONNECTICUT - AUGUST 1816
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52 -
A Name of Her Own
EXT. HARTFORD ROAD - AFTERNOON
Thomas and Laurent make their way down the cobbled road. The
pass by Thomas's family home. Thomas looks briefly, but does
not break stride. He stops in from of the Mason home. Laurent
comes to stand beside him.
LAURENT
(signing)
Here?
Thomas nods. Standing in the familiar neighborhood has
brought a sense of ease. He is home.
Elizabeth and Young Mary run around the corner of the house,
laughing. They stop abruptly when the see Thomas.
YOUNG MARY
Mr. Gallaudet!
ELIZABETH
You're home!
THOMAS
Mary, Elizabeth. How wonderful to
see you!
Suddenly Alice emerges from around the corner of the house.
She has been following her sisters. She freezes for a moment,
then runs to Thomas. He bends down and she throws her arms
around him.
After a long embrace, she lets go and looks curiously at
Laurent.
Young Mary and Elizabeth rush into the house.
ELIZABETH
Mother!
Father!
Laurent watches Alice, his expression softening completely.
He looks at Thomas.
LAURENT
(signing)
This Alice?
Thomas nods.
Laurent crouches down before Alice. He pulls a notepad and
pencil from his pocket.
INSERT - NOTEPAD
A fresh page. Laurent writes:
"Hello, Alice. My name is Laurent"
Laurent points to himself and fingerspells "L.A.U.R.E.N.T."
He points to the page, then himself again.
Alice watches. She points to her own chest.
Laurent points to her and fingerspells "A.L.I.C.E"
Alice watches his hands closely. She slowly and shyly lifts
her right hand. Laurent signs her name again. Alice follows
along, letter by letter.
Laurent smiles. He signs "good".
Alice points to herself and fingerspells slowly, uncertain.
Not quite there.
She looks at Thomas.
Thomas fingerspells "A.L.I.C.E."
Alice tries again. A little slow, a little clumsy but
unmistakable "A.L.I.C.E"
Thomas's smile widens. He nods enthusiastically.
On the porch, the heavy front door flies open.
Mason bursts onto the porch, followed closely by Mary, who
tightly holds the hand of their youngest child. The other
children crowd the doorway behind them.
Thomas, still on his knee, gently taps Alice on the shoulder
and points over her head toward the porch.
Alice spins around. Seeing her parents, her face lights. She
sprints up the walkway and stops dead center in front of her
family.
She stands tall, puffing out her chest with a newfound,
radiant dignity.
She points directly to herself, looks her mother and father
squarely in the eyes, and with her small, determined hand,
fingerspells, slowly, carefully—
"A.L.I.C.E."
Mason freezes on the top step, his breath catching in his
throat. Mary gasps, her hand flying to her mouth as tears
begin to form in her eyes.
Alice turns back to Thomas and Laurent, a triumphant grin
breaking across her face, before turning back to her parents
and throwing herself into her father's waiting arms.
Thomas stands up slowly, brushing the Hartford dirt from his
knees. He looks over at Laurent, who is watching the family
embrace with a quiet, knowing smile.
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53 -
A Joyful Correction
INT. COGSWELL PARLOR - LATER
The Mason adults sit across a low table from Thomas. Laurent
sits at an angle, positioned to be able to see Thomas's
hands. Introductions have been made. A tea tray rests on the
table. Each holds a cup.
Mason Looks at Thomas. Then at Laurent. Then back.
MASON
(shakes his head)
You did it.
By God, you did it.
THOMAS
(signing and speaking)
I believe that God deserves far
more credit than I. I believe he
sent Laurent to me.
Mason slides a slate toward Laurent.
He writes.
INSERT - SLATE
"I hope you continue to be pleased with this country."
Laurent smiles.
He writes.
INSERT - SLATE
"Yes better and better."
Before Mason can finish reading—
Laurent reaches over, takes back the slate, and adds:
"I meet with a good reception everywhere, and the kindest
attentions are shown me."
Thomas smiles as Mason reads.
MASON
That is gratifying indeed.
MASON (CONT'D)
(to Thomas)
His English is remarkable. You say
he had none before?
Thomas smiles.
THOMAS
No more than an infant
Thomas signs.
Laurent grins.
He takes the slate.
INSERT - SLATE
"Mr. Gallaudet has been my best methodic."
Thomas laughs. Laurent notices the error. Thomas signs the
corrected spelling.
Laurent immediately erases the last letters and rewrites the
word.
INSERT - SLATE
"method."
Everyone laughs.
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54 -
No Miracle, Only Language
EXT. CENTER CHURCH (HARTFORD) - DAY
Late autumn chill crisps the air. Carriages and wagons clog
the packed dirt road. Well-dressed Hartford citizens,
politicians, and merchants stream through the massive wooden
double doors.
INT. CHURCH VESTIBULE - CONTINUOUS
A tense, quiet pocket away from the arriving crowd.
Thomas adjusts his waistcoat, his hands trembling slightly.
Beside him, Laurent stands perfectly still, adjusting his
cravat. His sharp eyes catch Thomas's hands. Laurent smiles,
the scar on his cheek shifting. He lifts his right hand and
hooks his index finger smoothly with his left.
Thomas exhales, replicating the lock. He nods.
Mason steps into the vestibule from the main sanctuary,
checking his pocket watch. He looks at both of them.
MASON
The pews are full, Thomas. Ward and
Daniel have secured the
stakeholders, but the rest... they
want a miracle before they part
with a single shilling.
THOMAS
(signing as he speaks)
We are not here to show them a
miracle, Mason.
Thomas looks to Laurent.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
We are here to show them a
language.
Laurent nods once, gesturing toward the doors.
LAURENT
(signing)
Let's begin
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55 -
The Voice of the Heart
INT. CENTER CHURCH (HARTFORD) - DAY
Mason stands confidently at the altar pulpit, looking out
over a sea of packed pews.
To his left, Laurent sits poised in a simple wooden chair,
his gaze fixed forward. Thomas stands just behind Laurent's
shoulder, positioned perfectly so Laurent can track his
hands.
MASON
For two years, this committee has
asked for your faith, your
patience, and your financial
backing. We told you of a method
across the ocean that could open a
world of language to our most
isolated children
A low murmur ripples through the congregation.
MASON (CONT'D)
Many said it was an impossible
errand. But a man of God went, he
searched, and Providence answered.
(MORE)
MASON (CONT'D)
Gentlemen, I present to you the
principal of our future
institution, Mr. Thomas Gallaudet—
and the man who will help us build
its foundation, Mr. Laurent Clerc
of Paris.
Mason gestures to them. A polite, tentative wave of applause
from the pews.
Thomas steps forward slightly, bowing his head. His hands
rise seamlessly into the light, translating Mason's
introduction into rapid signs.
Laurent tracks Thomas's fingers instantly. The moment he
finishes, Laurent stands up. He bows deeply.
MASON (CONT'D)
We do not ask for your charity
today based on mere promises. We
ask for it based on proof. Mr.
Clerc has spent his life in
absolute silence, yet he possesses
a mind as sharp and a vocabulary as
elegant as any gentleman in this
room.
Mason gestures to a massive, blank slate easel at the center
of the altar.
MASON (CONT'D)
We invite anyone in this
congregation to test the validity
of this language. Give us a word.
Give us a concept.
Down in the front pews, A MERCHANT stands up, adjusting his
spectacles. He looks at Laurent with a mixture of intense
curiosity and challenge.
MERCHANT
Ask him... what is the true nature
of a mother's love?
Mason nods and looks to Thomas.
Thomas's hands move quickly, his facial expressions adding
depth and urgency to the signs.
Laurent locks eyes with Thomas, then turns decisively to the
slate.
He picks up a piece of white chalk.
The sharp SCREECH of chalk fills the quiet church as Laurent
writes with fierce, elegant speed. The crowd leans forward,
straining to read the massive cursive letters as they appear
on the dark stone.
INSERT - SLATE
In bold script:
"A mother's love seeks no reward and never forgets."
A murmur moves through the congregation.
Another gentleman slowly stands.
MERCHANT #2
One more, please.
Then tell us, Mr. Clerc... how
would you describe your language?
The room quiets again.
Thomas signs.
Laurent doesn't hesitate.
He smiles.
Turns back to the slate.
The chalk moves with confidence.
INSERT - SLATE
"It is the voice of the heart."
Laurent drops the chalk into the tray, the tap echoes through
the silent church. He turns back to the crowd, standing with
a serene dignity.
Reverend Strong stares at the board, his mouth parting
slightly. Behind him, Mary quietly presses a handkerchief to
her eyes.
Daniel Wadsworth stands up first, pulling his heavy leather
ledger from his coat pocket. Ward Woodbridge rises right
beside him.
Applause from a single pair of hands in the back. Then
another.
The silence breaks into a thunderous, echoing roar of
applause that rattles the church rafters.
Thomas looks at Laurent, his own hands trembling slightly as
he signs the crowd's reaction. Laurent meets his gaze, a
proud, knowing smile breaking across his scarred face.
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56 -
The Slate and the Storm
INT. CENTER CHURCH VESTIBULE - LATER
The thunderous roar of the sanctuary is muffled here,
replaced by the heavy, energetic clatter of inkwells, ledger
books, and low, hurried murmurs of wealth changing hands.
Daniel Wadsworth and Ward Woodbridge sit at a long oak table,
frantically dipping quills. A line of HARTFORD MERCHANTS
stretches out the door, bank notes and coins clinking onto
the wood.
Mason stands nearby, beaming as he reviews a rapidly growing
ledger sheet. He looks up as Thomas and Laurent step into the
room.
MASON
Five thousand dollars. Hand-written
pledges from every shipping family
from here to New Haven. Thomas, the
state house will match this by
spring. We have a charter.
Thomas signs the number to Laurent. Laurent's eyes widen, a
breath escaping his lips. He taps Thomas's chest, then his
own, before executing a sharp, decisive downward strike with
his flat palm.
Work.
THOMAS
(speaking and signing)
The money will build the brick and
mortar, Mason. But a school needs
souls. We have the census of eighty
children, but they are scattered
across the farms of New England.
Their parents are frightened. They
don't know what this language is.
Laurent steps up to the table. He picks up a fresh sheet of
paper and a charcoal pencil. He draws a map of New England
with sweeping strokes, then slashes a bold, continuous line
connecting Hartford, Boston, New York, and Philadelphia.
He looks at Thomas, then points down at the line.
LAURENT
(signing)
Then we go to them. We show them
the slate.
Thomas watches Laurent's fierce determination. The lingering
exhaustion from his year at sea vanishes, replaced by a
quiet, unbreakable resolve. He looks to Mason.
THOMAS
Prepare the horses, Mason. We must
carry this language to every corner
of New England.
EXT. NEW ENGLAND ROADS - MONTAGE - DAY/NIGHT (FALL 1816)
A) A mud-splattered carriage battles a blinding rainstorm
along a rocky Massachusetts road. Inside, Thomas holds a
lantern steady while Laurent studies a map, his fingers
tracing their route.
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57 -
The Celestial Light
B) INT. BOSTON TOWN HALL - DAY
Laurent stands before a large slate board, finishing his
writing. He steps away.
INSERT - SLATE
In English. Clear and precise script in chalk.
"Truth is the celestial light of the soul, a lily which never
fades."
A crowd of wealthy benefactors in fine clothing.
The room falls silent. Then, the audience breaks into
applause.
Mason collects a flurry of bank notes in a velvet bag.
C) EXT. MAIN STREET, BOSTON - CONTINUOUS (MOMENTS LATER)
As the crowd disperses, GEORGE LORING (18, sharp-eyed, deaf)
stands at the edge of the square. His hands move in a rapid,
rough home-sign to his mother, pointing urgently at Laurent.
Thomas smiles and steps toward them.
D) EXT. MAINE COASTLINE - DUSK
The carriage stands frozen against a biting Atlantic wind.
Thomas and Laurent walk up a windswept hill toward a modest,
isolated farmhouse.
E) INT. MAINE FARMHOUSE - NIGHT
By the glow of a hearth fire, NANCY ORR (14, timid, deaf)
watches from the shadows of the kitchen. Laurent sits at the
wooden table across from her father, who looks weary and
skeptical.
Laurent catches Nancys eye. He doesn't speak. Slowly,
elegantly, he signs: Beautiful.
Nancy's eyes widen. She timidly repeats the sign. Her father
looks from Laurent to his daughter. His arms fall slowly to
his sides.
F) EXT. ROAD BACK TO HARTFORD - DAY
The carriage returns. Thomas, Laurent, and Mason ride in
exhausted silence. Thomas rests a bundle of folded letters in
his lap—pledges from families across New England.
INSERT - LETTERS
FADE OUT:
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58 -
A Warm Welcome at the Asylum
EXT. CONNECTICUT ASYLUM - DAY
A modest, three-story brick building on Main Street. A
handmade wooden sign reads: "The Connecticut Asylum for the
Education and Instruction of Deaf and Dumb Persons."
A carriage pulls up.
Alice Cogswell (now 12) stands on the steps beside her
mother. She watches intensely as the carriage door opens.
Nancy Orr steps down, clutching a small, tattered canvas
sack. She looks terrified, her eyes darting across the
imposing brick building.
Alice steps down the stairs. She doesn't hesitate. She
approaches the girl, stopping just a few feet away.
Nancy tenses up, pulling her sack tighter to her chest.
Alice looks her squarely in the eyes. Slowly, she raises her
right hand to her forehead, bringing it out in a smooth,
universal salute of greeting. Then, her fingers shift,
spelling out her own name with fluid grace:
A.L.I.C.E.
Nancy stares at her hands. The terror in her face relaxes.
She doesn't know the letters yet, but she recognizes the
salute.
She hands a paper to Alice.
INSERT - PAPER
"NANCY ORR - BATH, N.Y."
Alice points to Nancy, then to the paper. To the name.
She signs slowly and deliberately:
N.A.N.C.Y.
Nancy tries but forms the N incorrectly. Alice corrects her
finger placement, and demonstrates again. Nancy completes the
name.
Nancy laughs. She takes Alice's hand and they run to the
doors of the school. They join George Loring and the other
new students:
JOHN BREWSTER JR. (51)
WILSON WHITON (18)
ABIGAIL DILLINGHAM (19)
OTIS WATERS (29)
A clock tower BELLS strike 8:00. The doors open and the
students enter.
FADE OUT.
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59 -
A Legacy in Progress
INT. CONNECTICUT ASYLUM HALLWAY - DAY - MONTHS LATER
Hallway at lunchtime. Students of all ages walk quietly,
signing to one another and carrying lunches.
A door to the side. Brass plaques:
INSERT - PLAQUES
"PRINCIPAL"
"T.H. Gallaudet"
INT. PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Thomas sits at a worn oak desk. He writes entries in a ledger
in front of him. He pauses and looks out a window.
THOMAS'S POV
An lovely New England autumn day in Hartford. Leaves are
changing on the oak and maple trees.
Thomas sighs happily and returns to his work.
INSERT - LEDGER
"List of pupils - Connecticut Asylum for the Education and
Instruction of Deaf and Dumb Persons - 1817
ALICE COGSWELL - Hartford
GEORGE LORING - Boston
WILSON WHITON, Jr. - Hingham, Mass.
ABIGAIL DILLINGHAM - Lee, Mass.
OTIS WATERS - Leominster, Mass.
JOHN BREWSTER, Jr. - Hampton
NANCY ORR - Bath, N.Y.
DON A. STANLEY - Berlin
LEVI S. BACKUS - Hebron
POLLY STEBBINS - Deerfield, Mass.
ROLAND STEBBINS - Deerfield, Mass.
MARY GILBERT - Hebron
CHARLES BARRETT, Jr. - New Ipswich, N.H.
PARNEL FOWLER - Guilford
SOPHIA FOWLER - Guilford
LUCY BACKUS - Plainfield
ELIZA C. BOARDMAN - Whitesborough, N.Y.
MARY ROSE - New-York
BARNEY MERRILL - New-Hartford
THOMAS H. HOWELL - Philadelphia Co.
GEORGE COMSTOCK - Newport"
He finishes writing.
Blows gently on the fresh ink.
Closes the ledger.
INT. CONNECTICUT ASYLUM HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
Alice and Nancy walk rapidly through the hallway, hand in
hand. They stop in front of a large oak door.
ALICE
(signing)
Did you see the look on Abigail?
They laugh.
Alice reaches out and opens the door.
The camera PUSHES PAST them, crossing the threshold of the
doorway—
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INT. AMERICAN SCHOOL FOR THE DEAF CLASSROOM - DAY (MODERN)
—and into a bright, contemporary classroom.
The historical wardrobe and woodwork evaporate. In their
place, MODERN STUDENTS (11-12) sit at desks. A TEACHER at a
digital whiteboard signs a lesson with fluid grace
FADE OUT:
FADE IN:
EXT. GALLAUDET UNIVERSITY CAMPUS - DAY
The Thomas Gallaudet Memorial statue. The shot lingers for a
few moments.
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60 -
Birth of a Deaf Community and a University
EXT. BLACK SCREEN - NIGHT
SUPER:
The Connecticut Asylum opened on April 15, 1817, with just
seven students. By the end of its first year, enrollment grew
to thirty-one. It would later be renamed the American School
for the Deaf, and became the birthplace of the American Deaf
community and the development of American Sign Language
(ASL).
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In 1864, Thomas Gallaudet's son, Edward Miner Gallaudet,
carried his father's legacy forward by founding the National
Deaf-Mute College in Washington, D.C.
Today, that institution is known as Gallaudet University—the
world's only university entirely dedicated to the education
of the Deaf and hard of hearing.
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