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