INT. JOB'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
JOB, (early 30's) sits at his desk. A BLACK CAT is curled in
He's listening to music on shuffle; a new song playing every
few minutes or so. Currently playing is an early song by
Front 242 from their album "Geography", located in the
Gothic/Industrial section of Amoeba Music.
He's typing out his latest blog, in screenplay format.
In the time it takes him to describe the music that's
playing, it switches to a track from Clinic's latest effort,
"Visitations"; an album he is still exploring and enjoying,
though it doesn't immediately rock his world like their
impish, catchy and pithy album "Walking With Thee", located
in the Rock/Pop section of Amoeba Music; an album which
samples one of his heroes, Laurie Anderson, also found in
EXT. SUNSET BLVD. - DAY
JOB, (early 30's) wearing jeans and a T-shirt reading
"World's Best Grandpa", walks down the bustling street.
Everyone he passes is talking on a cell phone.
His phone starts ringing.
He fishes it out of his back pocket.
Spare some change?
INT. AMOEBA MUSIC - DAY
JOB, (early 30's) stands behind the information desk in the
He is removing CD's from their theft-thwarting, plastic
keepers and organizing them in small piles.
His motions are swift and calculated.
He sniffles. He's about to sneeze.
Suddenly, a GIANT of a man (over 7 feet tall), stands in
front of the desk.
Job looks up into the Giant's huge, green eyes and sneezes.
Do you work here?
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?
EXT. PALM DESERT HOUSE - DAY
TOM, early 30's, fit, exits the house from a sliding glass
door to the backyard swimming pool. He wears swimming trunks
and a T-shirt that reads "ABOUT TO BE TOSSED".
He removes shirt and walks on to the diving board.
He dives in.
I/E. POOL - CONTINUOUS
Tom swims down, down, down.
He keeps swimming downwards; the pool is impossibly deep and
he never reaches bottom.
He suddenly stops; looks concerned.
He looks up.
SHOT OF WATER'S SURFACE, VERY FAR AWAY.
The last bubbles of breath escape his mouth.
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