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.
Door opens. It is FELIPE, a night janitor. He is holding a
You all done, Felipe?
Anything you need?
Walks over to Felipe.
Did you hear that they're re
painting the mezzanine?
We'll have to figure out how
Jimmy's already talked to Ramon
Oh? Well, okay then.
(looks in bucket)
What's in the bucket?
Si. Ramon's sister makes it. But
this stuff's no good.
It has sour cream and candy in it.
It's ruined. That's why we're gonna
throw it out.
Jeff leans in and kisses Felipe on the lips. It's a simple
but lingering kiss.
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.
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.
I... have a feeling inside me.
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
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
Jefferson and Davis, Jeff Smit
This is a butterfly.
Who is this?
Click. Voice has hung up.
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.
Good morning. What can I get you?
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.
I'm an angel.
Listens to sounds of Jeff move around outside the room.
He's coming. Fuck off.
(beat; vaguely annoyed)
Sounds of bedroom door opening.
Jeff walks in and sees us, eyes open wide.
FADE TO BLACK.
JEFF (V.O.) (CONT'D)