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Pennies From Heaven

Posted by Job O Brother, April 5, 2007 11:17am | Post a Comment


               INT. CORPORATE OFFICE - DAWN

               JEFF SMIT looks out the window of his penthouse office. The
               first amber glows of dawn pierce the horizon.

               He's deeply contemplative.

               A soft knock on the door.

               Startled, he turns.

                                   JEFF
                         Yes?

               Door opens. It is FELIPE, a night janitor. He is holding a
               bucket.

                                   FELIPE
                         Mr. Smit?

                                   JEFF
                         You all done, Felipe?
                             (Felipe nods)
                         Thank you.

                                   FELIPE
                         Anything you need?

               Jeff smiles.

               Walks over to Felipe.

                                   JEFF
                         Did you hear that they're re
                         painting the mezzanine?

                                   FELIPE
                         Yeah.

                                   JEFF
                         We'll have to figure out how
                         that...

                                   FELIPE
                         Jimmy's already talked to Ramon
                         about it.

                                   JEFF
                         Oh? Well, okay then.
                             (looks in bucket)
                         What's in the bucket?

                                   FELIPE
                         Chili sauce.

                                   JEFF
                         Homemade?

                                   FELIPE
                         Si. Ramon's sister makes it. But
                         this stuff's no good.

                                   JEFF
                         Why?

                                   FELIPE
                         It has sour cream and candy in it.
                         It's ruined. That's why we're gonna
                         throw it out.

                                   JEFF
                         Oh.
                             (shrugs; smiles)
                         Good-night.

               Jeff leans in and kisses Felipe on the lips. It's a simple
               but lingering kiss.

                                   FELIPE
                         Good-night, Jeff.

               Felipe closes the door behind him.

               Jeff sits at his desk.

               He clears some papers from the center.

               He clasps his hands and bows his head in prayer.

                                   JEFF
                         Dear Lord... I know that I am
                         privileged. There's so many people
                         in this world that have it worse
                         off than me. Compared to them I am
                         a rich man. I am grateful.
                             (beat)
                         I... have a feeling inside me.
                             (beat)
                         There's a feeling - it's elusive...
                         it's always there... that I have so
                         much more to give. I yearn for an
                         opportunity to give in a way that I
                         feel I was built for. I feel like
                         an untapped gold mine. I do the
                         best I can with what I have. But I
                         feel like... like I am somewhat
                         wasted.
                             (beat)
                         I know the world does not need me.
                         I know my happiness is not required
                         for everything to function fine.
                         But if... there's someplace better
                         for me; some way that I could feel
                         fulfilled and also serve my
                         greatest purpose, I pray for that
                         now.
                             (beat)
                         Amen.

               Phone rings.

                                   JEFF (CONT'D)
                             (answering)
                         Jefferson and Davis, Jeff Smit
                         speaking.

                                   VOICE (V.O.)
                             (on telephone)
                         This is a butterfly.

                                   JEFF
                         Excuse me?

                                   VOICE (V.O.)
                         Flapping wings.

                                   JEFF
                         Who is this?

                                   VOICE (V.O.)
                         Okay dude.

               Click. Voice has hung up.

                                   JEFF
                         Hello?

               Jeff hangs up.

               INT. CORPORATE OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER

               Jeff puts on his jacket and leaves.

               I/E. JEFF'S CAR - MOMENTS LATER

               Jeff pulls up to a fast-food order marquee.

                                   VOICE (V.O.)
                         Good morning. What can I get you?

                                   JEFF
                         French toast sticks and a ham and
                         cheese croissant sandwich.

               EXT. JEFF'S HOUSE - LATER

               Jeff stands at his front door, licking his fingers.

               He pulls out his keys and unlocks the door.

               INT. JEFF'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

               An ANGEL sits on his bed, listening to Jeff enter.

               Angel looks at us.

                                   ANGEL
                         I'm an angel.

               Listens to sounds of Jeff move around outside the room.

                                   ANGEL (CONT'D)
                             (to us)
                         He's coming. Fuck off.
                             (beat; vaguely annoyed)
                         Fuck off.

               Angel disappears.

               Sounds of bedroom door opening.

               Jeff walks in and sees us, eyes open wide.

                                   JEFF
                         What the...!

                                                       FADE TO BLACK.

                                   JEFF (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                         Hey!

                                           END

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