EXT. FARMHOUSE RUINS – NIGHT
Mal has made a fire in the remains of the fireplace and is cooking food. As he sits back, he senses he is being watched.
He turns. There at the edge of the light stands an old black man holding a Henry .44 rifle like Mal’s — his father, EZRA
JOHNSON. The two men look at each other a long time.
MAL
Daddy?
EZRA
I saw the light. I thought maybe Rae had come back to see me. But I never thought it’d be my boy. I never thought that.
Mal goes to him and encloses him in his arms.
MAL
Mama?
Ezra looks up at him and shakes his head.
EZRA
She was sick for a long time. She was sick when she wrote you, but she didn’t say it. I never thought you’d
come. But she did.
Mal takes it hard. They move back to the fire together.
MAL
Where is Rae?