Sunday, April 6, 2014

Common Ground: Belief

We all believe something ... even if you believe nothing -- to believe in nothing is to have a belief ... that there is nothing.

This is akin to "doing nothing" as my dad says, "even doing nothing is doing something (i.e. you're breathing, you're seeing, you're thinking, etc., etc.)."

So why do I bring this up -- because it really pisses me off when Atheists say "we don't have faith or believe in anything."

As the theologian pastor Josh Harris says, "Even a belief that there is no God, is a belief about God."

I have atheist friends who have told me as a Christian that I "cannot have my cake and eat it too." Well ... ok, but if that's the case neither can you my brothers and sisters of humanity!

You can't say you don't have faith in anything -- let's say your "god" is reason and scientists -- great tools for and of the Lord by the way in their proper dynamic -- but you have faith, your faith is in scientists and their experiments.

I am sure very little of you when you "accept" a scientific discovery or report do the experiment yourself -- or understand all the science and formulas for this or that theory -- maybe some of you do, but if we're being honest, atheists take reports of scientists, and science "articles", if you will, on as much faith as believers take into account the universe (science included) as evidence (NOT proof -- evidence) for God.

So let's find some common ground .... we all believe something -- even if we believe nothing, we believe something (like alluded to above) .... so my dear atheistic friends, fellow creatures, and beloved human beings made in the image of the Creator who "desires all men to be saved and come unto a knowledge of the truth." (1 Timothy 2:4) Let's call a spade a spade -- you have as much faith as we do ... you have as much faith that there is no God as believers have that their is one it's still FAITH -- a belief -- just like believers.

And you have a 'god' too -- your god is man's reason and science (both gifts of God properly used -- by the way -- man doesn't even create anything at an elemental level -- all rudimentary and fundamental building blocks of the universe and life we are totally dependent on from other forces of the outside ourselves -- so who is responsible for all the life sustaining forces that keep the universe and life on this planet going? It takes a lot of faith to believe that all came from "random" chance) -- so you have JUST AS MUCH BELIEF as believers atheistic people -- it's just placed in other 'gods'.  But please my friends and brothers and sisters, COME OFF this pseudo-veiled concept of "not believing anything" because as I have tried to demonstrate, "not believing anything" is still believing something.


And why did I bring this up?  To just stir up a semantics debate -- no -- but because whatever you believe, politically, environmentally, fundamentally, or as I'm speaking -- theological has to work out for you in real life.


If you believe something just to believe it (Atheism, Christianity, Islam, Jedism) that is not good.  If you can't question or be open minded about your faith to the point of discussion and challenging your beliefs, then you have to question if what you believe in is really worth believing in -- but don't fall in the other trap either of being two open minded as my grandpa says "don't be so open minded that your brains fall out of your head."


So that being said the reason I am a Christian is because it works for me in real life -- one of the most fundamental questions for human beings is "why is there suffering"  especially in the context of an all good all powerful deity.


Everything I have to say on this vein is borrowed, but also sprinkled with my own sentiments.  To me personally, and that's all this is -- is a PERSONAL opinion (gleened surely off my many influences, but my opinion in the sense this is what and why I stand for Christ).


To me, if there is a God, all powerful, all good all loving who is in His very essence IS love as we Christians claim to believe -- then there are only two answers to suffering, either God should take it away, because He can, OR He has to redeem it by glorifying Himself and honoring the person enduring the suffering like gold refined in fire, coal burnt into diamonds, or the pruning of a tree for more fruit -- the cuts and burns of life must lead to an ultimate end.


Christianity promises that ..... not only so, but in Christianity God HIMSELF who ALLOWS suffering SETS the example ..... God Himself becomes a poor, homeless, man, heals the sick, befriends the lepers and prostitutes, saying tax collectors are closer to kingdom of God then those who are "religiously" righteous in their own eyes .... He is misunderstood by His own family and best friends .... often isolated, probably sometimes depressed .... but always ULTIMATELY submitted to the Father's will, for "He and the father are one." (John 10:25)


He not only undergoes all this suffering, taking upon Himself all the challenges and hardships that life has t offer, but is KILLED by the people He came to save (i.e. ALL of us ... the people of the world).


Think about how wild this is, this man lived 2000 years ago, he never wrote anything down and He is the most influential man in history -- he was poor homeless, only preached for three years, and people from Sir Isaac Newton to Katy Perry have been influenced by this man and every one inbetweeen.


Christianity, whether you agree with it or not, is the largest religion in the world.  This religion is based on a man who claimed to BE GOD, nothing less -- and whose followers believe as  A FACT, the historical event of the Resurrection of this man who is God, Jesus.


If you lived your life and claimed to be God do you think that you would 2,000,000,000 followers who believed that (A) you were God (B) that you rose from the dead after becoming a human being and living on earth for 33 years as a real historical event ......... I know I wouldn't I only have 2 followers on this blog (.......and one is an advertisement, thanks Chris, you're my only true friend!).


Just from a rational standpoint, even if I wasn't a Christian, there HAS to be something to this religion -- it is so radical even from Islam and Judaism which it shares 90% of its beliefs in (again from my personal opinion and study).


BUT that 10% is Jesus, the man, BEING God -- that is a CRAZY claim and yet it is the NUMBER 1 religion worldwide, let that sink in to you no matter what you believe and try to think who else in history, as many great men and women as their have been has had as much impact on the world as -- AGAIN -- this 1st Century Palestinian poor, large familied tradesman (probably a bricklayer/carpenter) JEW (who DEFINITELY looked more Arab than Swedish ... sorry folks), who never even wrote a book -- preached for 3 years -- never wrote anything down, and was hung on a Cross -- how did this guy get people to STILL believe He was God about 2.18 billion (almost a THIRD of the world's population) to this day, and why hasn't anyone else EVER even come close to this?  Just something to be pondered in my opinion.


Whatever you believe has to work out in real life, I can say the nicest and truest things about Jesus and be a real asshole in real life and that ruins all my credibility, and EVEN worse is a poor representation of the true Jesus who gave his life as a ransom for the world (i.e. you me and everyone we know and has ever existed or will exist .... wow) ....... and equally there can be an atheist, who "hates" Jesus (or says he hates Jesus) and yet is very loving and kind and follows the GREAT COMMANDMENT to "love your neighbor as yourself," better than his Christian friends.  An "anonymous Christian" as Karl Rahner would say.


We will all be judged by God, so there's not much point in arguing about what comes after ..... all we can do is keep lovin, keep pluggin ..... the rest is in God's hands (whether we like it or not).



And I urge you to look to Christ who is always with you, and within you whether you want to acknowledge it or not God's presence is like oxygen and gravity -- it permeates all of creation at all times whether one is conscious of it and acknowledges it or not -- "know and embrace the truth" that God is love, and His love is the foundation of ALL creation of ALL time "and it shall set you free." (John 8:32)

Christ be with you all (atheist or believer), as He always is,
Peace, Love, Blessings,
Kozy

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

FORTY RULES OF LOVE by Elif Shafak selected excerpts

This whole book is going to stick with me forever, and I left many of my favorite parts and quotes out of it, because anyone who is able should read the whole thing for themselves! But here are a few quotes that I particularly wanted to have handy and share with anyone willing to read them.  As always, God bless, God be with, and Godspeed.

"Pity the fool who thinks the boundaries of his mortal mind are the boundaries of God the Almighty.  Pity the ignorant who assume they can negotiate and settle debts with God.  Do such people think God is a grocer who attempts to weigh our virtues and our wrongdoings on two separate scales?  Is He a clerk meticulously writing down our sins in His accounting book so as to make us pay Him back someday?  Is this their notion of Oneness?  Neither a grocer nor a clerk, my God is a magnificent God.  A living God.  Why would I want a dead God?  Alive He is.  His name is al-Hayy--the Ever-Living.  Why would I wallow in endless fears and anxieties, always restricted by prohibitions and limitations?  Infinitely compassionate He is.  The name is al-Wadud.  All-Praiseworthy He is.  I praise Him with all my words and deeds, as naturally and effortlessly as I breathe.  The name is al-Hamid.  How can I ever spread gossip and slander if I know deep down in my heart that God hears and sees all?   His name is al-Basir.  Beautiful beyond all dreams and hopes.  Al-Jamal, al-Kayyum, al-Rahman,  al-Rahim.  Through famine and flood, dry and athirst, I will sing and dance for Him till my knees buckle, my body collapses, and my heart stops pounding.  I will smash my nafs to smithereens, until I am no more than a particle of nothingness, they wayfarer of pure emptiness, the dust of the dust in His great architecture.  Gratefully, joyously, and relentlessly, I commend His splendor and generosity.  I thank Him for all the things He has both given and denied me, for only He knows what is best for me." [Shams, Elif Shafak, FRL, p. 180-181]

"It was as if I had no more fear left inside me.  One way or another, I didn't care.  I was determined to dedicate what remained of my life to God.  Whether this would be for a single day or for many more years to come did not matter." [Desert Rose the Harlot, Elif Shafak, FRL, p.230]

"Sometimes it is necessary to destroy all attachments in order to win over your self.  If we are too attached to our family, our position in society, even our local school or mosque, to the extent that they stand in the way of Union with God, we need to tear those attachments down." [Rumi, Elif Shafak, FRL, p. 240]

Saturday, March 8, 2014

One more ... why not?

Don't think I've posted this -- this was my last script written awhile ago ... enjoy.


 

 

Somewhere Between the Eggs and the Butter

 

Written By: Matthew Kozak

 

CUT TO:

 

INT. - CHURCH - MORNING

 

A mother, 30's, and her young son, TIMMY, 7 are standing at the ALTAR of a Catholic Church, hand in hand, in front of a crucified Christ on the CROSS.

 

In front of the CROSS are prayer candles that are approachable to be lit by any passer-byers.

 

The church is empty except for a HOMELESS MAN sitting in a PEW and a few CLERGY members passing through at various intervals.

 

TIMMY is dressed in a black suit with a brown tie, and his mother is dressed in an eloquent SUMMER dress.

 

The setting is as quiet as the empty tomb of Christ Himself.

 

TIMMY

Mom, Jesus is God right?

 

MOTHER

Yes, Tim.

 

Beat

 

TIMMY

Then how can God die, like on the Cross I mean?

 

MOTHER

He's God sweetie, He can do whatever he likes.

 

TIMMY looks quizzically at the the BOWED HEAD of the crucified Christ hanging on the CROSS.

 

TIMMY

But why would God want to die?

 

MOTHER

Because He loved us, and wanted to show us.

 

TIMMY looks at his MOTHER.

 

TIMMY

"Us", like just you and me?

 

MOTHER smiles.

 

MOTHER

No sweetheart, everyone.

 

TIMMY

(above a church voice)

Everyone?

 

PRIEST walks by and looks down angrily at first TIMMY and then his MOTHER and puts a firm finger to his lips to indicate silence.  MOTHER nods to PRIEST who walks away briskly.  She leans down and whispers.

 

MOTHER

Yes, Timmy for everyone.

 

TIMMY processing the information looks again to the crucified Cross and asks in a whisper, almost as if asking Christ Himself.

 

TIMMY

Even the people who don't love Him back?

 

MOTHER leans in very close to TIMMY'S ear.

 

MOTHER

Especially for those who don't love Him back?

 

Beat

 

TIMMY

I don't get it.

 

MOTHER smiles.

 

MOTHER

Well, sugar bear, I guess you'll just have to have Him explain it to you next time you get a chance.

 

TIMMY

(directly but not sarcastic or obstinately)

I will.

 

MOTHER taken off - guard by last comment ...

 

MOTHER

Go ahead, Timmy, light your candle and say a prayer.

 

TIMMY releases his MOTHER'S hand, approaches the CANDLES, grabs a WICK, and CATCHES a FLAME from a previous lit candle. 

 

He then looks thoughtfully again at the CROSS, and closes his eyes for a moment.  He opens his eyes and lights an unlit candle.  He extinguishes the WICK, and steps back again with his mother and grabs her HAND.  He smiles softly and she returns it with the warmth only a MOTHER can show.

 

END SCENE:

 

INT. - AMBER'S CAR - INTERSTATE - NIGHT

 

FOCUS ON - A Rosary wrapped around a wrist, dangling back and forth with the movement of the car.

 

The wrist is Tim's, 20's.  He is sitting in the passenger's seat and is asleep. 

 

His best friend Amber, 20's is driving, and their other close friend, Jon Spooner, is passed out in the back seat of the four door Sedan.

 

In Tim's lap is a small small black book open to a page about a third of the way through.

 

All three are dressed comfort casual, wearing flannel, t-shirts with random band or movie names ... the hipster or pop/punk look.

 

Radio is on and a radio personality is talking in-between songs.

 

RADIO PERSONALITY

...and next up we have an exclusive interview with Peggy Elaine, star of the off-beat and dry coming of age tale about a boy and a girl ...

 

AMBER cuts off the RADIO talking to herself.

 

AMBER

...and blah, blah, blah, who gives a fuck?  New faces same bullshit.

 

AMBER sighs heavily to herself and looks over at TIM.  FOCUS on TIM'S forearms lying limply in his lap, on one forearm he has a pair of open hand palms with red pierce marks through the middle tattooed with the verse "Matthew 22:37" written underneath, and on the other forearm he has a green jacket hoody unzipped and empty except for a valentine's shaped heart in the middle with the intials "PE" in it.

 

AMBER

I did promise though ...

 

RADIO PERSONALITY'S VOICE audible again

 

RADIO PERSONALITY

...that interview coming up right after this latest hit from the new kids on the Indie Rock scene, Fingerfood with their hit single "Waffles and Eggs, but No Grits".

 

 

 

AMBER pulls the car hard to the right, crossing the "waking friction" line on the interstate that keeps people from falling asleep at the wheel.

 

Both TIM and SPOONER walk up startingly.

 

SPOONER

Jesus!

 

TIM getting his bearings and sitting up says directed at SPOONER

 

TIMMY

Don't say that ...

 

To AMBER

 

TIMMY

You all right, getting tired, I can drive if you want, how far out are we anyway?

 

AMBER

No I'm fine, your bitch is up next for that radio interview you wanted to hear, and I didn't want to hear you bitch that I didn't wake you up for it so .... that was your wake up.

 

SPOONER

Well you coulda just woke him up, don't see why you had to go all apeshit crazy and pull a stunt like that.

 

AMBER

A stunt like what?

 

TIM sets down the little black book in his lap, still OPENED, to the middle console between himself and AMBER.  We can see at the top of the page APRIL: DAY ONE printed at the top.  AMBER glances over as TIM goes to turn up the volume on the RADIO.

 

AMBER

Is that supposed to be one of those daily Jesus or God whatever's?

 

TIMMY

Devotional, yeah it is.

 

AMBER

Why are you reading April then, it's like mid - May dude?

 

TIMMY

So, I'm a little behind, I'm catching up ... shhh - she's coming on.

 

TIMMY cranks the volume on the radio, it's another ad - he turns the volume down so it's barely audible. 

 

SPOONS is digging around the back seat grumbling to himself, the CRUNCH of a chip bag is heard underneath his foot.

 

SPOONER

Word.

 

He grabs the chips and starts munching, he extends his hand between the middle console, offering some to the rest of the gang.  AMBER reaches in and grabs a chip, TIMMY gives a detestable look of disgust towards the bag, lights a cigarette, and pours himself a cup of BLACK coffee from an ungodly sized thermos stashed in front of his seat into a small stiro-foam cup.

 

TIMMY

I'm not putting that crap into my body.

 

TIMMY takes a large drag off his cigarette.  AMBER looks at him playfully referencing the cigarette and black coffee.

 

AMBER

But you'll put that shit into your body?

 

TIMMY exhales the smoke with a smile.

 

TIMMY

We're all hypocrites when it comes to some things, the trick is being hypocritical in the lesser evils - so you got the energy to stand for what's right in the grand scheme of stuff.  "Know ut I'm saying?"

 

SPOONER laughs in the back seat and extends his hand in the front console for a high five.

 

SPOONER

Know what you're sayin, Tim-man.

 

AMBER, in good humor

 

AMBER

So is that why you're going to seminary, to stand for what's right.  To get some sort of fulfillment off the "higher ground".

 

TIMMY takes another drag, more serenely

 

TIMMY

Nah Am, I'm not going to get more of nothin', I'm goin' so I can learn how to give it all up.

 

TIMMY ashes his cigarette and turns the radio up excitedly.

 

TIMMY

Here it is...

 

Another "teaser ad"

 

TIMMY

...dammit.

 

AMBER turns the radio down lower, but still audible, and laughs

 

AMBER

Tim you've always had a good head on your shoulders, that's why I can tolerate you the best of anyone I know.

 

TIMMY pours himself some more coffee as AMBER is talking, she glances over at it with a hint of concern

 

TIMMY

If that's you're way of saying I'm your best friend, than I'm touched - really.

 

AMBER

All I'm saying is I don't understand why someone as smart as you despite all your dis-illusions and "divine morality" would be willing to sacrifice his brain for a leather bound book, pressed shirt and a pair of khakis.

 

TIMMY downs the cup of new coffee like it's oxygen into his lungs and pours himself another cup.

 

AMBER

Jesus Tim, slow down on that shit - you know what too much of that stuff does to you.

 

TIMMY ignores her and answers her question.

 

TIMMY

I'm not sacrificing my brain, I'm just usin' my brain and my heart together to take the next step that I see in front of me ... I like to think the two aren't mutually exclusive you know - God gave you both.

 

AMBER shakes her head

 

AMBER

Whatever.

 

SPOONER

You missed the interview dude.

 

TIMMY turns up the volume on the radio to just catch the radio host thanking and closing out his interview with Peggy Elaine.

 

TIMMY

What!?

 

SPOONER

Yeah while you and Am's were havin' you're pissing contest it came on.

 

TIMMY

We were talking for like two minutes.

 

SPOONER

Wasn't much of an interview.

 

TIMMY cranks the radio off in frustration.

 

TIMMY

Whatever, I'll catch it later.

 

AMBER is pulling into a parking lot at a hole in the wall bar/nightclub.  A venue for the indie rock/punk show they've been traveling too.  AMBER puts the car in park.  And turns off the car.

 

AMBER

Good, cuz we're here.

 

SCREEN CUT TO BLACK:

 

MAN

Ms. Sweetgrain?

 

Beat

 

MAN

It appears as though Tim might suffer from a heart condition.

 

MS. SWEETGRAIN

A weak heart?

 

MAN

No, I wouldn't say weak, I'd say ... sensitive, even hyperactive.

 

MS. SWEETGRAIN

I don't understand doctor.

 

MAN

It appears, that Tim, more than most people is effected by chemicals or foods entering his system - stimulants, especially like coffee or soda, while making the average person edgy, or energized, does a bit more for Tim ... too much of it, could get his heart pumping too fast and buckle into cardiac arrest.  And as we saw last week at little Amber's birthday party, it has other side effects as well...

 

CUT TO:

 

EXT. - AMBER'S CHILDHOOD BACKYARD - AFTERNOON

 

It's Amber's 9th birthday, and about 10-15 kids are running around playing in the backyard.  There is a deck with a table and cake on it, and a long fold out table along the side of the house in the yard, where Amber's mother is serving soda and punch.

 

8 year old TIM is standing at the soda/punch table.  He pounds down a COKE in a solo cup, then pours himself another, and pounds that one down, and is pouring another one.  AMBER'S MOTHER notices this, and as TIM finishes pouring his third cup, she grabs his hand tenderly and says concernedly.

 

AMBER'S MOM

Tim, slow down on that stuff sugar, you going drink so much of that fizz drink that it shoots you into space, why don't you go find Amber for me, it's almost time to cut the cake.

 

TIM nods his head timidly, grabs the last drink he finished and scurries off.  He trots along the backside of the house and turns the corner of one of the sides of the house away from all the other kids looking for AMBER, who is wearing a blue spring dress.

 

On the side of the house, He sees AMBER being cornered by two 10 year old boys - bullies from school.

 

BULLY 1

Come on Amber, lift up your dress.

 

AMBER is looking at the ground and shakes her head vehemently.  BULLY 1 pushes her to the ground, she starts crying.

 

BULLY 2

Yeah, my dad said vagina's are awesome, we've never seen one, we want to see one, lift up your dress.

 

AMBER

NO!

 

TIM is watching this all from a distance, and he is nervously and anxiously pounds down the rest of his soda.

 

BULLY 1

We are going to see it whether you like it or not!

 

BULLY 1 starts towards her on the ground ripping at her dress.  BULLY 2 is laughing.  AMBER is struggling and sobbing now.  TIM's eyes ignite with flames of rage.  He crushes the empty solo cup in his hand and sprints until he gets behind the boys.  TIM stops at Bully 2, and turns the boy towards him by pulling on his shoulder and punches him HARD across the face ... the boy goes down bleeding and crying.

 

BULLY 1 sees his buddy go down in his peripheral and turns towards TIM.  The BULLY, before he can get up (he is still on his knees near AMBER) gets front kicked across the face by TIM and goes down, TIM pounces on top of BULLY 1 pinning him the ground, TIM grabs a rock about the size of a baseball sitting nearby and raises it with the furry of hell in his eyes.  He raises the rock and smashes it HARD towards the Bully's face, he raises the rock from the first blow, and does it again, with the same amount of force, he raises the rock again and we see some blood on the rock, but before he can strike again, AMBER grabs his hand and stops him.

 

AMBER

Stop, Tim, it's ok, it's ok.

 

TIM drops the rock and starts crying, AMBER hugs him as he gets off the Bully, and she helps him back around the backyard.

 

They leave the two BULLIES on the ground, both are moving slithering around on the ground in agony emitting small groans and covering their faces.

 

CUT TO:

 

INT. - TIM'S ROOM - HIGH SCHOOL - NIGHT

 

TIM now 18 is pacing his room anxiously cell phone glued to his ear.  In his other hand he has a 2 liter of Diet Coke that is just about finished off, he kills it with a big swig and tosses it aside absentmindedly.

 

Phone on the other end goes to voice-mail, a pretty sounding girl comes across the wire

 

SHELLY

Hi this is Shelly, sorry I couldn't get to the phone right now, but leave your number tell me what's up and I'll get back at you, thanks, bye.

 

BEEP

 

TIMMY

Shelly, it's Tim ... listen I ... I'm sorry, I know we don't know each other that well, I just thought you know if I let you know how I felt we could get to know each other ... I just I, don't know, I was lonely ... no, I mean - I wanted to be friends, you seemed cool to talk to, I didn't mean to creep you out, if we could just like go get a smoothie and talk ... fuck, I'm no good at this, just please, please call me back.

 

TIM spikes the phone into his bed, and then follows it falling facedown lying across his bed.  He sits there for a minute and groans, then flips over, grabs the remote to his television sitting at the foot of his bed next to a DVD titled Claustrophobia, starring Peggy Elaine.  TIM picks up the DVD and the remote.

 

QUICK CUT

 

TIM lying in bed watching the movie, he's been watching it for at least 20 to 30 minutes when his phone rings.  He pauses the movie, grabs the phone and springs up, pacing the room, he takes a deep breath and stops, answering phone.

 

TIMMY

Shelly?

 

SHELLY

How'd you get my number?

 

TIMMY

Shelly, listen ...

 

SHELLY

Tim, how'd you get it?

 

TIMMY

Listen, I ...

 

SHELLY

No Tim you listen, I thought you were a nice guy before all this, but this is not the way you do things - it's not the way it works, you don't just write letters to someone you've never really talked to telling them you love them, and then get their number without their permission and call them.

 

TIMMY

I know, I know I'm just not good at this, I didn't want to ... just tell me how to do it?

 

SHELLY

Not like this, it's creepy Tim, I don't want to talk to you anymore - listen, I still think you're a nice guy, but this is not the way to do these things, please don't call me anymore.

 

TIMMY

Wait!  Shelly don't hang up, tell me how, how do I make this right, how do I do this right ... I just want to talk, be friends - really, I just need to feel like someone cares, help me make this right.

 

SHELLY

No Tim, goodbye.

 

TIMMY

Shelly ...

 

SHELLY

Bye Tim.

 

CAFFEINE overtaking TIM

 

TIMMY

Dammit Shelly!  Let me just buy you a FUCKING smoothie!!!

 

CLICK on the other end, and dial tone - she hung up.

 

TIMMY

DAMMIT!

 

He pegs his phone across the room as it hits a while.  His Mom shouts from downstairs.

 

MS. SWEETGRAIN

Tim, everything okay?

 

TIMMY

(shouts back)

Yeah Mom, fine.

 

MS. SWEETGRAIN

Ok, sweetie dinner will be ready in a half hour.

 

TIMMY

Ok Mom.

 

TIM runs his hands through his hair and plops down dejectedly on his bed, he picks up the remote to the t.v. and continuing to play the Peggy Elaine movie he was watching, the dialogue from the movie is audible.

 

FOCUS ON TIM'S face.

 

PEGGY ELAINE

You know I'm not perfect, pretty fucking far away from it - but I do the best I can, and maybe that's all being perfect is, doing the best you can - I don't know, all I know is I'm here, and I'm fucking real, and that's more than I can say for most people ... and things are always hard, but they're better with you, you know, that's all I know.

 

TIM starts to sob, his face softened by the face and words coming at him from the television screen.

 

QUICK CUT

 

TIM starts digging through a dresser drawer in his room, throwing socks underwear til he digs up from all his wardrobe a buried old shoe box.  He takes the lid off and a stack of cash wrapped in a rubber band is in the box.  He grabs the money.

 

CUT TO:

 

INT. - TATTOO SHOP - NEXT DAY - AFTERNOON

 

TIM is just getting a tattoo finished up by an artist, the "hoody with PE in the middle" mentioned at the start of the film.  The artist finishes the final touches, and cleans and sanitizes it.

 

CLOSE ON - the tattoo.

 

ARTIST

All right man, you're all finished, hope you dig it.

 

TIMMY

Thanks.

 

CUT TO:

 

INT. - TIM'S ROOM HIGH SCHOOL - NIGHT

 

TIM and his MOM are sitting on the bed, her arm is wrapped around him tenderly.  Hanging on his closed door is his high school graduation gown and hat.

 

MS. SWEETGRAIN

Sweetie, I'm so proud of you.

 

She kisses him on his head.

 

MS. SWEETGRAIN

You did it, you're about to graduate - you survived.

 

TIMMY

I did it for you mom, if it hadn't been for you I would have quit a long time ago.

 

MS. SWEETGRAIN

I know, but I hope one day you see that you did it for you too.  You've been through hell Timmy and you've survived, I've done the best I can and I hope I've done right by you, raised you right...

 

TIM pats her on the leg and kisses her cheek reassuring her

 

TIMMY

Mom, you're great, I would have given up a long time ago without you.

 

MS. SWEETGRAIN

Oh, Timmy it does hurt me to hear you talk like that, don't give up sweetie you're too strong.  It doesn't all make sense, I don't know why your dad left us all those years ago, you know, I don't understand a lot of the terrible choices people make, and a lot of terrible things that happen ... I don't have the answers Tim, but that don't mean cuz we don't know that there aren't any...I know a good God exist because I got you - and I wouldn't have made it this far without you, I know that and I know that if you choose to love God first, and love people in everything you do and every breath you take, things usually work out in the long run.

 

TIM smiles.

 

TIMMY

Love God, and love people, huh?

 

MS. SWEETGRAIN

Yep, pretty easy right?

 

TIMMY

Not really.

 

MS. SWEETGRAIN

Well do it anyway.

 

TIMMY

Why's that?

 

MS. SWEETGRAIN

Cuz that's the way I raised you, and that's what's gotten me this far, and it's what's going to keep you going when I'm gone - you not always going to know where you going Tim, but just keep going, don't stop for nothing.  Now if you find a better answer, or better way to keep movin' than lovin' God and lovin people when life beats the shit out you son, cuz it will, it already has and keeps on, than more power to you, but I ain't found a better way.  Better way that is to live, than loving God and loving people.

 

TIM nods and smiles.

 

TIMMY

Ok, Mom.

 

MS. SWEETGRAIN

I'm so proud of you.

 

She kisses his head.

 

MS. SWEETGRAIN

You a smart kid, Tim, you belong in college, but I aint going to force it - I know you don't have a real strong desire to go, I wish you'd go to seminary -

 

TIM rolls his eyes.

 

MS. SWEETGRAIN

- anyway, whatever you do it don't matter, you'll be great, it doesn't matter what you do, but who you are in life.  You are the best guy I know, and never lose that, never lose you - you'll always be ok, but if you aint going to college, you need a job, it aint biblical and it aint responsible to be a freeloader, and you better than that, if you done with school, you need to work.

 

TIM nods agreedly.

 

TIMMY

Yes mom, I want to work.

 

MS. SWEETGRAIN smiles and hugs him tight and gives him one more big kiss on the head and rocks him tenderly.

 

MS. SWEETGRAIN

I love you so much sweetie, so proud, it's going to be ok, it's all going to be ok.

 

FADE TO BLACK:

 

 

 

FADE IN:

 

INT. - GROCERY STORE - DAY

 

TIM is in uniform at a grocery store, standing next to a black guy 40s or 50s, that's built like a grizzly bear, but is as soft as a teddy bear.  His name is DICKY.

 

They are standing back taking a look at the DAIRY CASE of the store.  Milk is low, eggs are low, and things have been scattered and pillaged through by customers.

 

DICKY

Shit's pulsin' brother, comin alive on us.

 

GIVES TIM a hard pat on the back, almost knocks him of balance.

 

DICKY

It'll be a good first day for you Tom-

 

TIMMY

Tim

 

DICKY

-let's get rollin.

 

INT. - DAIRY COOLER - DAY

 

DICKY enters in first pushing an empty U-boat, and TIM follows with another empty U-BOAT.  In the cooler, crates of milk are neatly organized about two deep and five high and separated into skim, 1%, 2%, and whole - another section of the cooler is EGGS, and is divided into type and size as well.  There are also two large pallets of new product - cheese, yogurt, sour cream, other things found in a dairy section stacked about 7 feet high.  The whole cooler is about the size of a small college dorm room ...

 

TIM looks a little in awe at how much shit can be crammed in such a small area, DICKY gets his attention.

 

DICKY

Come on motherfucker, get on dem milk and eggs, I start this order, we got a lot of shit to do in 8 hours, and this shit aint gonna walk up and put itself up ... let's go.

 

TIM snaps out of his daze and gets going.

 

QUICK CUT

 

TIM has a U-BOAT full of eggs and some milk and is out in front of the dairy case, loading up eggs, DICKY is farther down the case.

 

TIM is frantically working, putting up and organizing the eggs as neatly as possible, customers are whizzing by, grabbing things off shelf around him, grabbing eggs he has just put up, putting back boxes of eggs with cracked ones down haphazardly.

 

TIM finally gets a chance to catch up, and has all the eggs up.

 

DICKY's been keeping an eye on him and walks on down with a look like someone just squirted something in his eye and he isn't happy about it.

 

DICKY

Boy, you got to rotate them eggs, you just threw 'em on up, you got to pull the old dates, out put the new ones in and then have the old ones in the front so they don't go out of date, pull dat shit out and do it again.

 

TIM looks at the perfectly stacked eggs and sighs deeply, beginning to pull them out one at a time and stack them neatly next to him so he can pull the older dates up.  DICKY goes back to his U-BOAT.  An elderly lady comes up to him with a small shopping cart.

 

ELDERLY LADY

Sir, can you direct me to where the Baking Powder is.

 

TIM not knowing where it is stands up, annoyed not with the lady, but that he's got a million things going on at once.

 

TIMMY

Yes ma'am let me take you there.

 

MEANWHILE small boy around 5 or 6 has innocently picked up a box of eggs behind TIM.

 

BOY

Mommy, I've got some eggs.

 

BOY drops them scattering them on the floor, and breaking a few and starts to cry.

 

DICKY

Tim, get you a mop and get dat mess up.

 

CLOSE ON TIM'S FACE, his expression is like "are you FUCKING kidding me"

 

QUICK CUT

 

INT. - GROCERY STORE - NIGHT

 

Things have quieted down, only a few customers picking over the dairy section that TIM and DICKY are working.

 

DICKY

All right boy, you done good so far, how you feeling.

 

TIMMY

Like I've been para-trooped as an expendable accessory in a combat zone in Vietnam.

 

DICKY laughs.

 

DICKY

Working back here is worse den dat, least dose boys had some good drugs.  You be all right.  Last thing we got to do is block and we call it a day.

 

TIMMY

Block?

 

DICKY

Yeah that's like pullin' everything up, alll de way down the case and making it look straight and full even in parts it aint - it's all about appearances you know.

 

TIMMY

Ok.

 

DICKY

You start at that end over there...

 

DICKY points towards the left side of the case,

 

DICKY

...and I'll start over yonder, and we'll meet right in the middle, I'll be the peanut butter you be the jelly, and together we make a damn good sandwich son.

 

DICKY laughs heartily and gives TIM big pat on back.

 

QUICK CUT

 

TIM is blocking/straightening up from right to left, he is on the yogurt now, which is individually stacked about three high and four rows deep, and with a moment's lack of focus and too quick a hand goes down like a stack of dominoes.

 

Some rich yuppie older guy 60's comes up, and is skimming for yogurt that TIM had just spent meticulously blocking.

 

TIM is agitated not that the guy is getting yogurt, but the painful sting of anticipation.  Not so much bothering him is the fact that the guy is getting yogurt, but the anticipation that this guy is slowly, and with deliberate precision is picking apart piece by piece, what had taken so much skill to straighten just a few moments ago.  TIM is sweating both at the pace he is going and with the anger swelling up, that this man is picking at what he has worked seemingly so pointlessly at straightening up.

 

The man, stands back looks ... picks a few here ... picks a few there ... painfully, like picking scabs off a body, or dragging his nails down a chalkboard ... "Just finish you basatard", is TIM'S expression as he sees this guy out of his peripheral.

 

THE MAN reaches high up for a stack of yogurts and in the process KNOCKS DOWN about two or three rows onto that TIM had just, finished blocking.

 

THE MAN looks at the yogurt's and then at TIM, nods apologetically, and smiles and jokes lightheartedly.

 

OLDER YUPPIE MAN

Sorry bout that bud.

 

TIM collects himself, simmers down the boiling water inside him that wants to explode, and crouches down and puts up the yogurts that the man had knocked to the floor.

 

TIMMY

Oh, it's all right sir, happens all the time.

 

THE MAN nods.

 

MAN

Have a good night.

 

TIMMY

You too.

 

THE MAN goes OFF-SCREEN.

 

TIMMY

(almost inaudibly)

Fucking bullshit.

 

CUT TO:

 

EXT. - GROCERY STORE - NIGHT

 

TIM is exiting the store, looking exhausted mentally and physically.  He's going home.

 

DICKY comes out behind him and catches up.  And lightly grabs his shoulder.

 

DICKY

You done good today kid, you smoke?

 

TIMMY

I can.

 

DICKY

Well come then boy, let's have a smoke.

 

QUICK CUT

 

TIM and DICKY are sitting in DICKY'S big old forest green pickup truck, smokin' a couple of cigarettes and listening to some old country blues as backdrop to their talking.

 

DICKY

So how you feelin' bout dis job.

 

TIMMY

Like quitting.

 

DICKY laughs.

 

DICKY

Welcome to the working world son.

 

TIM smiles and takes a drag of his cigarette.

 

DICKY

It get better, you just gotta not think about it and do it, 90% of life is just showing up - de rest usually take care of itself.

 

DICKY takes drag of his cigarette.

 

DICKY

Working in a dairy department is like building a beautiful sand castle on the beach everyday, just to have some one come and trample it, and have you start over the next, but dat de way it is you just accept it and move on - it's a pretty simple life you know, cut and dry, you got good milk and bad milk, you put the good milk up, and you throw the bad milk out ... too bad you can't do the same thing with people.

 

TIM laughs.

 

DICKY

Nah, but seriously dough ... the most important thing to remember about working a dairy department is to make it look good, even if you can't put dat whole order up, you block dat sumabitch and make it look full, from de left, all the way to de right, from de eggs to da butter.

 

BOTH take drags of cigarettes.

 

DICKY

Cuz ya see, there aren't no one part of de case more important den de other.  The eggs and milk may sell better than all the rest, but dat don't make them no better then anything else.  A case, a good case, a full case needs it's butter and sour cream, as much as it's milk and eggs, cuz if one part is missing, whether it be the best sellin' item we got, or de least - if it missing, the case aint full, it aint complete, and it aint as good as it could be.  Remember dat, everything got it's place, and everything is equally important to make you a good case from the last gallon a milk, to the last stick of butter.

 

TIM nods, and ashes his cigarette.  DICKY pats him hard on the back and smile largely.

 

DICKY

You a good kid son, you going be all right, I like ya, and dat's sayin' a lot, cuz Dicky man, dat's me by the way, Dicky tolerate everybody, but he only likes a few.

 

THEY BOTH LAUGH.

 

DICKY

Now go home and get you some rest boy, I'll see you tomorrow.

 

TIMMY

Thanks Dicky.

 

END SCENE:

 

CUT TO:

 

EXT. - CEMETERY - MORNING

 

TIM, AMBER, DICKY, his little 6 year old girl SONYA and his  wife WYKITIA, and a a few other church-goers who regularly attend funerals of passed partitioners out of respect are standing at a grave site dressed in funeral regalia.

 

There is a PRIEST proceeding over a casket decorated in beautiful flowers about to be lowered into a grave plot.

 

This is MS. SWEETGRAIN's, TIM's Mom, funeral.

 

PRIEST

Lori Sweetgrain most assuredly lived a life as a sheep of the Lord, doing His work, in his church, and with her son.  She will be missed in body, which will now be returned to God's earth, but her spirit which will never die is ever present with us, in our hearts, and with our Lord Jesus Christ in heaven.  Amen.

 

PRIEST does the sign of the cross, and so does TIM who is numbed to the reality of what is going on, an eery complacency of "nothing works out anyway", "tragedy is what I should expect" exudes his demeanor and face.

 

AMBER is standing next to him, and interweaves her fingers into his hand, holding it tight and squeezes.  He looks at her and gives the best of a smile of acknowledgment he can give.

 

CUT TO:

 

EXT. - CEMETARY - MORNING

 

TIM and AMBER are walking together alone, the funeral is over, they are just walking around until they find a bench to sit at where they can just be around each other in this difficult time.  Still walking amongst flower plots and graves.

 

AMBER

So ...

 

TIMMY

So ...

 

AMBER

What now?

 

They find a bench and TIMMY gestures for AMBER to sit first, she does, and he plops down next to her.

 

AMBER

You know you don't have to stay with Dicky, you've been there, since it happened ... but if you're ready I'd love to have you stay with me, I've got that old futon from high school we used to play "Gears of War", watched so many terrible instant netflix picks on ...

 

She smiles seeing TIMMY smiling reminiscing and rubs the middle of his back.

 

AMBER

...what do you say?

 

Beat

 

TIMMY

Well, I guess this is as good a time as any to tell you, it's not like if I wait for it to get easy, I'm ever going to tell you.

 

AMBER curiously, still rubbing his back

 

AMBER

Tell me what?

 

TIMMY digs in his pocket and lights a cigarette.  AMBER removes her hand from his back.

 

AMBER

I don't think you're allowed to smoke here.

 

TIMMY

(quoting scripture out of context)

"All things are permissible, not all things are beneficial"

 

He chuckles and takes a drag, AMBER, rubbed wrong by anything religious or God related seems a little annoyed.

 

AMBER

All right then, what is it, what is it you need to tell me.

 

TIMMY

I'm going to seminary.

 

AMBER hit with a blow not that she hadn't prepared for emotionally, but a fear she thought would never truly become a reality, and is coping with it much the same way TIMMY has been coping with the loss of his Mom, numb, like a surreal reality, a living nightmare.

 

AMBER

You're going to become a priest?

 

TIMMY takes a drag, and flicks some ash.

 

TIMMY

I don't know, just going to go and let God take care of the rest.

 

AMBER scoffs.

 

AMBER

I don't understand you Tim, you're such a great guy, the greatest ... so grounded in reality, but when shit goes bad, instead of leaning on real people, people that are here, that you can see love you and touch and be here for you ... you push us away, and lean on your imaginary friend in your fairy tale book.  We're real, we're here, where is "God", where is this great "savior" dammit!

 

TIMMY is very calm, he gently grabs AMBER'S hand and kisses it, then leans over and kisses her cheek.

 

TIMMY

Amber, I love you, I always will, as I try to imperfectly love anyone in life, but you even more-so because you love me back, and there's real power in that, in love for each other.

 

Beat

 

TIMMY

As far as "imaginary friends" go, the only thing imaginary are the things I see around me, this world these people with their agendas and insecurities and bullshit ... that book is my reality, and the pages in that book are the only thing that do make any sense ... "love God, and love people" ... having faith in God is easy, it's having faith in the people and things I see around me that I can't understand, that I don't know how to deal with.

 

TIM rises and AMBER looks at him sadly.

 

TIMMY

Maybe you're right, maybe it is a fairy tale ... but isn't that what makes life worth living, the hopes, the dreams the fairy tales?  Isn't that what we’re given to sift through the bullshit ... to make life worth living.

 

Beat

 

TIMMY

So that's what I'm going to do Am, going to go "love God", and "love people", that's how my mom raised me and that's what Jesus said to do, and it is the only two things that's made any damn sense to me in this fucked up existence of joy and pain.

 

AMBER is quiet and TIM starts to walk away.

 

AMBER

When are you going?

 

TIMMY stops and turns around.

 

TIMMY

Two weeks.

 

AMBER

That soon?

 

TIMMY

Two weeks after "The Autumn Maple Leaf" re-union show.

 

A glint shines in AMBER'S eye.

 

AMBER

Tim, I didn't expect you after this to you know still want...

 

TIMMY

Amber, we've been planning that for over a year, I love you, I want to share that with you, we're going.

 

TIMMY smiles tenderly, and AMBER returns it a little wistful.

 

AMBER

Ok, Tim.

 

AMBER calls after him one more time.

 

AMBER

Do you really feel like this is the right thing to do, to run away like this?

 

TIMMY stops and turns his head slightly.

 

TIMMY

Right?  I don't know what's right anymore Amber, I just take the next step in front of me and hope it works out, if it doesn't then I pray God grants me another one to take, if He doesn't that's why He's God and I'm me - and about "running away", why does everyone always say that, isn't it possible that people aren't always "running away from something", but actually, sometimes they might be running towards something else, that what is seen as the greatest act of cowardice amongst each other might sometimes be the greatest act of courage , is that possible?

 

AMBER

I don't know Tim.

 

TIM nods

 

TIMMY

Me neither ... but it's a nicer way to think about it I think.

 

TIM walks off.

 

END SCENE:

 

CUT TO:

 

EXT. - POLICE STATION - EARLY MORNING

 

AMBER in driver's seat and SPOONER in passenger seat are sitting in AMBER'S car outside of a police station in the morning, haggard and still wearing the clothes from the night before, they are waiting for TIM to be released.

 

TIM emerges from the entrance of the station, rubbing his neck, and in a daze.  SPOONER gets out of the car and helps him into the passenger seat.  SPOONER closes TIM's door and gets in the back.

 

AMBER looks at TIM and caresses his face softly as a thank you and glad your ok type gesture, then turns towards the wheel and starts the car.

 

CUT TO:

 

INT. - AMBER'S CAR - HIGHWAY - AFTERNOON

 

The three are in the car, quiet, and SPOONER finally breaks the silence.

 

SPOONER

So what happened last night, man - last thing I remember Amber was going to get a second round of drinks, next thing I know I wake up in a back ally this morning next to a dead cat and empty keg, and Amber's piling me in the car saying we got to get you from the police station.

 

TIM and AMBER exchange a glance, then TIM looks back towards the road and sighs deeply.

 

CUT TO:

 

INT. - INDIE/ROCK VENUE - NIGHT OF THE SHOW - NIGHT

 

Very packed and crammed bar like area, one man bar area with stools then just open space for people to stand and mosh.  Only real light coming from the stage towards the back of the bar where the headlined band will be playing.  About 70 people are crammed in a place meant to fit like 100.  It's loud, have to shout to be heard.

 

TIM, AMBER, and SPOONER enter.  They look for a place to stand so they can see the stage, they settle in like sardines amongst some other group of friends.

 

AMBER

(shouts)

I'll go get drinks!  What do you guys want?

 

SPOONER

Get me a beer!

 

TIMMY

Just a Diet Coke!

 

AMBER nods and is about to start off, TIM grabs her softly and protectedly.

 

TIMMY

You want me to go with you!?

 

AMBER

(mockingly)

I'll be fine dad...

 

Smiles

 

AMBER

Plus I'm small, if this is one place that my size benefits me it's here!

 

TIMMY

Ok.

 

AMBER goes off.

 

QUICK CUT:

 

Show is about half way through, and EVERYONE especially SPOONER, TIM, and AMBER are singing along with a soft acoustic song being played by their band "The Autumn Maple Leaf".

 

All three friends have finished their drinks, except TIM, who is slowing down since he drank so much coffee in the car and is a little jittery already, AMBER shouts.

 

AMBER

I'm going for round two, you guys want another round!?

 

TIMMY

No, I'm good!

 

SPOONER

Yeah get me another beer, Am!

 

AMBER puts her hand out towards SPOONER

 

AMBER

All right your paying for this round Spoon, anty up!

 

SPOONER digs in his pocket, and pulls out a handful of crumpled bills and puts it in Amber's hand.  After, he grabs his head like he's getting a little dizzy or having a headache.  Amber rushes off for round two ... TIM pats SPOONER on the back.

 

TIMMY

You all right man!?

 

SPOONER

Yeah, yeah, must just be the music and the booze, I'll be all right, having too good a time you know!?

 

TIMMY

Haha, right.

 

QUICK CUT

 

Indication is some enough time has passed for AMBER to come back to raise some concerns in TIM, he begins to worry, SPOONER is becoming more dazed and confused.

 

TIMMY

It's been like two songs since Amber left, I'm going to go look for her, you going to be all right.

 

SPOONER not looking good at all

 

SPOONER

Yeah man, I'm good.

 

TIMMY crushes the rest of his drink in a gulp, about half a solo cup was left, crushes it and drops it to the floor.

 

TIMMY

All right, I'll be back with Amber in a sec.

 

TIMMY walks off, SPOONER nods, and falls off balance into someone on accident, and keeps getting shoved around.

 

EVENTUALLY, a bouncer who just think he's drunk and belligerent, opens the door to the back alley and throws SPOONER in the alley where he passes out.

 

QUICK CUT

 

TIM is heading towards the bar area, looking for signs of AMBER, doesn't see her, he looks towards the bathroom area just to see a glimpse of AMBER being forced into a bathroom by a grungy looking punker.

 

CUT TO:

 

INT. - GRUNGY BATHROOM - NIGHT

 

This grungy looking punker 30's, looking strung out as shit on something, is standing over AMBER in a one bathroom stall which he locked the door too.

 

AMBER is on her knees, she tries to get up and the punker backhands her down to the ground.

 

PUNKER

Stupid average looking bitch, trying to cut in line, who do you think you are?

 

AMBER

I wasn't cutting asshole, I was in front of you.

 

PUNKER kicks her in the stomach.

 

PUNKER

Shut up bitch, I'm going to teach you some manners, nothing could make an average lookin' bitch like you look better except maybe one thing...

 

He starts undoing his pant buckle like he's going to take his pants off.

 

PUNKER

A good ole dick in your mouth.  Come here bitch.

 

He is trying to force AMBER'S head toward his crouch, and pounding on the door from outside begins to ensue.

 

PUNKER

Go away, there's someone in here, be done in a second.

 

POUNDING gets louder.

 

PUNKER

I said go away, faggot!

 

DOOR is KICKED in and in ENTERS TIM, he grabs AMBER by the arm, and leads her outside in one motion standing in the entrance and blocking the PUNKER in.

 

PUNKER

Hey faggot, what are think ...

 

AFTER TIM knows AMBER is safe outside, he turns towards the PUNKER with the primal thirst of blood in his eyes.  TIM headbutts the PUNKER hard knocking him off balance, then slams his head HARD once on the corner of the bathroom sink ... PUNKER goes down next to the toilet.

 

TIM removes the lid to the top of the toilet, raises it high over his head and slams it across the PUNKER'S face, raises it again, and SLAMS it hard across the guy's face again, raises it again - there's blood on it.

 

TWO BOUNCERS come in and subdue TIM forcing him away from the now permanently injured PUNKER.

 

CUT TO:

 

INT. AMBER'S CAR - HIGHWAY - AFTERNOON

 

SPOONER

Shit...

 

TIMMY

Yeah.

 

SPOONER

So what happened to me, why did I pass out you think?

 

AMBER

Roofie probably.

 

SPOONER

Roofied, holy shit, no way ... but why?

 

TIMMY

We think the guy knew the bartender ... we were targeted.

 

SPOONER

Shit.

 

TIMMY

Yeah it's over now though.

 

Beat

 

SPOONER

That will make one hell of sermon one day though Timmy, huh?

 

SPOONER laughs lightheartedly, and lightly punches TIM on the arm.  TIM and AMBER both glance back and SPOONER gravely.

 

SPOONER

...or not you know.

 

AMBER and TIM turn forward.

 

TIMMY

Amber?

 

AMBER turns to TIM.

 

TIMMY

Maybe I will stay at your place, you know, until seminary, if that's still ok?

 

AMBER nods.

 

AMBER

Yeah Tim, whatever you want.

 

END SCENE:

 

INT. - CHURCH OFFICE - AFTERNOON

 

TIM is sitting in FATHER O'TOOLE's office at the SEMINARY he is trying to enter.  The two are sitting in silence, TIM runs his eyes around the office at the different religious memorabilia, and his eyes stop on a picture of FATHER O'TOOLE at the golf course with a big smile and his arm around a buddy.  TIM folds his hands in his lap and looks down.

 

Meanwhile FATHER O'TOOLE is looking down and skimming through TIM'S application/resume.  He takes his reading glasses off, sits back in his chair and smiles softly.

 

FATHER O'TOOLE

Tim?

 

TIM looks up and makes eye contact acknowledging the priest.

 

FATHER O'TOOLE

I'm just going to be honest with you, the church doesn't reject anyone - we take all, that is what the cross is all about, no judgment, only redemption ... however, we do live in a fallen world - you have a somewhat alarming, and violent record, and just recently ... what was it a week ago...

 

TIMMY

Week and a half ...

 

FATHER O'TOOLE

...what you did to this man in bathroom at a ...

 

FATHER O'TOOLE looks down at the papers in front of him and quotes from a police record

 

FATHER O'TOOLE

..."punk" concert.  It just, just - well it doesn't look good son.

 

TIM nods.

 

FATHER O'TOOLE

Now if there is any place to come when one is fallen and lost, broken as you may be my boy ... it is the nailed feet of Christ, who takes all, loves all, but I don't know if now is the time for you son.  Seminary is a one time decision, and when you make it, for the one's the Lord has called, there is no looking back, you understand what I'm saying, my boy?

 

TIM looks priest in the eyes.

 

TIMMY

Your saying I shouldn't do it.

 

FATHER O'TOOLE

I'm saying I think you need a little more time to think about it, take a few months, get your life together, and really decide if this is what you want - if it is, show it not only in your words, but in your actions and we will have a place for you here.

 

TIM looks down at his feet, feeling rejected from the one life line he was hoping to pull him out, and words from the Bible and a voice comes to his head.  TIM zones out while FATHER O'TOOLE keeps saying some inaudible things to him.

 

DEEP OMINIOUS VOICE

"And I will separate the sheep from the goats, the sheep who do my Father's work and his will and take care of those in need, and the goats who honor me with lips and words, but who spit on my Father's will and those in need, assuredly I say to you - the sheep will inherit the kingdom of heaven and I will be their shepherd, but the goats will be thrown outside where their is weeping and gnashing of teeth."

 

PRIEST realizing TIM is not listening anymore

 

FATHER O'TOOLE

Tim?  Tim!?  Are you listening to me son, what are you doing, you've got something to say boy, any thoughts you want to share?

 

TIM sits for a moment, then looks at the PRIEST and calmly says.

 

TIMMY

No, just thinking about goats.

 

TIMMY gets up and walks out closing the office door behind him, the PRIEST looks after him puzzled.

 

FATHER O'TOOLE

Goats?

 

PRIEST does the sign of the cross.

 

FATHER O'TOOLE

Help that misguided, broken soul Lord.

 

END SCENE:

 

CUT TO:

 

EXT. - CHURCH - AFTERNOON

 

TIM has just exited the church where he interviewed with FATHER O'TOOLE and checks his cell phone.  He looks curious and melancholy.

 

A VOICE MAIL left by AMBER plays over the next few scenes until it ends.

 

AMBER

Hey, Tim hope your thing went well today ...

 

CUT TO INT. - AMBER'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

 

TIM walks in with a large container of ready ground coffee and two, 2 liter bottles of DIET COKE and puts them on the counter.  Hits a light switch to light the apartment.

 

AMBER

...listen, I'm still out of town for work, I won't be back til tomorrow, just didn't want you worrying about me getting back late tonight...

 

QUICK CUT

 

TWO empty two liters of DIET COKE now sit on the counter, and a half pot of coffee is on the coffee maker.

 

TIM is on the floor doing pushups, like he's strung out on cocaine, he pops up from the floor and grabs the coffee pot and tries to poor some in a mug he has set next to the pot, he spills some as his hands are shaking involuntarily.

 

AMBER

...so good night, I'll see you tommorrow.

 

BEEP

 

VOICEMAIL ENDS

 

QUICK CUT

 

INT. AMBER'S - BATHROOM - NIGHT

 

TIM is extremely high off caffeine, like he's coked out, he is pacing frantically with his shirt off in the small area that is the bathroom, and is yelling at himself in the mirror.

 

TIMMY

Pussy!  It's easy!  Love God, love people, love God, love people, purpose, love, faith, purpose, love faith, love God, love people...

 

He puts his head in his hands and pounds the glass.

 

TIMMY

Purpose isn't your problem you fuck up!  It's strength!  You're too fucking weak, that's the problem, how can you do God's will if you can't fucking will yourself to be a FUCKING functioning human being, you fuck!

 

Hits the glass hard.

 

TIMMY

You fuck...

 

HITS glass harder.

 

TIMMY

YOU FUCK!!!!

 

HITS glass, cracking it, and making his fist bleed.

 

He crumbles down to the ground, next to the toilet, sobbing uncontrollably.

 

QUICK CUT

 

TIM is still in fetal position, but now he has an open Bible in his lap, that he is trying to read, but can't focus, he is shaking all over, jitters ... he tries to put a cigarette to his mouth and light it, but he's too jittery ... he attempts once and fails, attempts again and drops the lighter...cigarette still hanging from his mouth he begins to sob ...

 

A HAND comes from OFF-SCREEN and lights the cigarette with the tip of it's finger ...

 

TIM looks up and the cigarette falls out of his mouth in AWE, he is having a vision of JESUS.

 

JESUS is Middle Eastern looking, but has a deep south accent.

 

JESUS

Well don't look so surprised sugar, geez you been staring at that Bible for an hour and aint been seein nothing.  So I thought I'd come down myself ... now scoot on over.

 

Still awe stricken, TIM makes room for JESUS.  JESUS settles down next to TIM by the toilet.

 

JESUS

Now isn't this kozy.

 

TIMMY

Jesus?

 

JESUS

In the flesh sweetheart.

 

TIMMY

But why here, why now, where were you before, when I needed you!?

 

JESUS

I'm always here baby, always have been, just decided to step out from behind the curtain for you on this one, cuz you seem like you could use a hug.

 

JESUS wraps his arm around TIM

 

JESUS

So what's troubling you Timothy?

 

TIM looks at him puzzledly

 

TIMMY

Don't you already know, you're Jesus?

 

JESUS laughs

 

JESUS

Of course I know honey, I just want to make sure you know?

 

TIM starts sobbing

 

TIMMY

I failed, I'm a terrible person, I'm weak - can't do what I'm supposed too, didn't get into seminary, I'm a fucking waste.

 

JESUS squeezes TIM tight

 

JESUS

Nobody, and I mean nobody is a waste - crap son, you think I care if you ended up being a priest or garbage man, heck no ... it don't matter what you do, it only matters who you are - and you're a good person Tim.

 

TIMMY

So what do I do now Jesus?

 

JESUS

Keep doin' what you been doin', what your mama told ya.  Love me, and love people, rest will take care of itself.

 

TIM emits this half laugh half cry sound

 

TIMMY

I don't have the strength Jesus ... don't have it ...

 

TIM lowers his head, JESUS raises it to meet his eyes with a thumb and forefinger.

 

JESUS

The only strength you ever need son, is my love.  And you always got that.  No matter if you helping grandma netty across the street, or you gettin strung out on diet coke and coffee trying to put two sentences of that good ole book you got there together...you always got my love son, and that's all the strength you'll ever need, and I came here to remind you of that ...

 

JESUS leans over and kisses TIM on the head and gives him another tight squeeze, then stands up to leave.

 

TIM is still sitting looking in awe at JESUS.

 

TIMMY

Wait Jesus, so what do I do now that I'm not in seminary?

 

JESUS

Just do the next thing in front of you.

 

JESUS smiles and points towards the ceiling, his eyes following his finger.

 

JESUS

...and always keep looking up, cause one day ... there will be something there for you.

 

TIMMY looks up and sees written on the ceiling "John 15:13".  He looks back to where JESUS was standing but now JESUS is gone.  TIM recomposed but anxious flips to through his Bible and reads.

 

TIMMY

"There is no greater love then laying down one's life for their friends."

 

SUDDENLY -

 

TIM's cell phone rings in his pocket ... he is caught off guard and the BIBLE falls from his lap ... he looks at the cell phone, and it can be read clearly "Call from ... Dicky".

 

END SCENE:

 

INT. - DICKY'S BEDROOM - MORNING

 

CAPTION AT BOTTOM OF SCREEN READS: "Earlier this morning"

 

DICKY and his wife are asleep, it is dark outside, after midnight but before dawn dark.

 

An alarm clock reads "4:28" in the A.M.

 

DICKY is wide awake staring at the clock, he tries to close his eyes, he does for about 10 seconds ... he opens them, the clock shows "4:29" ... He turns off the alarm before it hits "4:30".

 

QUICK CUT

 

INT. - KITCHEN - MORNING

 

DICKY is dressed for work at the grocery store.  A FULL POT of fresh coffee has just finished brewing, next to his pot of coffee, DICKY has three medicine bottles lined up in a row ... a pain relief bottle, ­the equivalent of Advil, A multivitamin pill bottle, and  B-50 energy pill bottle.

 

DICKY reaches in a cabinet above the coffee maker and pulls from there TWO 64 oz. plastic gas station cups (like "Big Gulps").  He sets them on the counter.

 

He takes one cup at a time, walks over to the fridge and opens the freezer.  He opens the freezer and fills the first cup up with about half ice.

 

QUICK CUT

 

DICKY is standing at the coffee pot, the pot is empty, all the coffee is in his TWO 64.  Oz. refill cups.

 

DICKY'S hand motions towards his mouth in a SERIES OF THREE QUICK CUTS, indicating he took a dose of pills from each of the three bottles described earlier.

 

QUICK CUT

 

He is taking big gulps from cup number 1, taking it about half way down.

 

QUICK CUT

 

DICKY is finishing off the 2nd cup, he sighs refreshingly, drags his big bear paw across his mouth to wipe left over residue and dumps the two empty "big gulp cups" in the sink.

 

He walks over to a door, next to the exit of the house from the kitchen...he opens it...there are stairs to go down, and he does.

 

INT. - BASEMENT - MORNING

 

DICKY pulls on a string attached to a bulb to reveal a little weight lifting area.

 

All the lifting area is, is a long bar sitting on the floor of the basement, with what looks like A LOT of weight attached to it, and a bench, with a long bar and spot hooks for bench press.

 

DICKY steps up to the bar on the floor, and with perfect form, he does a FAILURE SET (As many as he can) of DEAD LIFT, which is just lifting the bar from the floor to your knees by getting underneath the weight in a squatted position and standing straight up with the weight letting your arms hang as you stand.  He knocks out about 7 of those.

 

DICKY then goes to the bench and does a FAILURE SET ON BENCH PRESS ... He does about 10 or 11 of those.

 

DICKY rests for about 20 seconds, then goes back to the bar on the floor and does ANOTHER set of DEAD LIFT, this time he can only get 1, he goes for another one, but can't do it and shakes his head.

 

DICKY

No go man, no go.

 

DICKY has gotten his blood going and is a little winded as he turns off the light bulb on a string and heads back up the stairs.  He's now ready for work.

 

INT. - GROCERY STORE - MORNING

 

Dicky is walking towards the back of the dairy section, the "case" or place where product is out for customers looks like shit.

 

DICKY

(to himself)

Shit.

 

He keeps walking through double doors to the back area.

 

QUICK CUT

 

INT. - DAIRY COOLER - MORNING

 

DICKY walks into the dairy cooler, there's back stock lining the back and front wall, mountains of yogurt, butter and cheese haphazardly organized, milk crates organized as described before as is eggs, but there's also to FULL U-boats with notes taped on them that say "Needs to be worked"

 

DICKY

(hands on hips sighs heavily)

Damn.

 

SUDDENLY - Cooler door opens, and JIM, produce manager pops his head in.

 

JIM

Morning Dicky.

 

DICKY

Hey Jim.

 

JIM

Your order's in.

 

DICKY nods, and takes a moment to delve in self pity and the burden he bears of continually being dumped on in his department at work.

 

JIM

You alright Dicky?

 

Dicky shakes off his fleeting mood, like dark clouds being cleared out by white ones on a horizon.

 

DICKY

Yeah.

 

DICKY EXITS COOLER.

 

QUICK CUT

 

INT. - DAIRY COOLER - MORNING

 

Door opens, no one enters - THEN - a huge 8 foot pallet of ORDER for the day is being pushed in on a manual pallet jack by DICKY.

 

DICKY squeezes it in the cooler amidst all the stockpiling shit.  DICKY lowers the pallet and pulls the pallet jack out of the open cooler door.

 

QUICK CUT

 

DICKY re-enters with two EMPTY U-boats and begins down stocking the new order.

 

QUICK CUT

 

The whole 8 foot tall order is stacked off onto 3 or 4 FULL U-boats in addition to the "Needs to be worked" U-boat that was in there from the beginning of the morning.

 

DICKY removes the empty pallet from the cooler.

 

DICKY RE-ENTERS the COOLER, and grabs the first FULL U-BOAT, and exits the cooler, he closes the door and flicks a light switch off that is on the inside of the cooler door on the right of the entrance door.

 

BLACK

 

White CAPTION comes across bottom screen that says "7 hours later".

 

INT. - DAIRY COOLER - AFTERNOON

 

DOOR to cooler opens and a hand flicks on the light switch, DICKY is wheeling in half a U-BOAT of what he just worked, there are no other U-BOATS in the cooler ... He has worked everything in this shift.

 

He is pushing the half U-Boat in with some trouble, sweating heavily, breathing heavy - he is exhausted, he's put in the work of two and a half men today to catch up.

 

He wheels the U-Boat to the middle of the cooler, and downstocks the "flow" (leftover order) in it's appropriate areas, and wheels the the empty U-Boat toward the entrance of the cooler.

 

He stops in pain.  He puts his hands on his lower back, and groans in pain.  He lifts up his work shirt and reveals a heavy duty backbrace, he un-straps it and tightens it HARD around his lower back.  He takes a deep breath and continues wheeling out the cooler door.  He stops one more time, sighs deeply, exits the door turns off the light and closes the cooler door.

 

SCREEN BLACK

 

INT. - GROCERY STORE - DAIRY CASE - AFTERNOON

 

DICKY is "blocking" (straightening case) as last thing before he leaves for the day.

 

A manager, indicated by his dress, a button up shirt and tie, with black slacks and a gold name tag, pats DICKY on the shoulder.

 

MANAGER

Hey Dick, can I come see you a minute before you head out.

 

DICKY turns his head to the passer-by to indicate his acknowledgment

 

DICKY

No problem boss.

 

INT. - MANAGER'S OFFICE - AFTERNOON

 

DICKY is sitting in front of the Manager who asked to speak to him's office.  The manager has a friendly but ominous demeanor about him.

 

MANAGER

How you doing Dick?

 

DICKY looks exhausted, like he's barely conscious, but he recomposes himself and puts on a good face.

 

DICKY

Dogging it now Stan, I busted it today, but I be alright.

 

STAN smiles sadly.

 

STAN

You always do Dick, in 25 years your the best worker I've ever had - you've been a blessing to this store.

 

DICKY smiles at the rare compliment.

 

DICKY

It's like my football coach said in grade 10, "You in uniform, you better be ready to play" ... I always come to play Stan, always have, just way I'm wired.

 

STAN, this face to face is getting hard for him, he obviously has a personal love and appreciation for Dicky.

 

STAN

Listen Dick, there's no easy way to say this - we're going to have to let you go.

 

DICKY looks like a deer in headlights.

 

DICKY

(softly)

Say what?

 

STAN

Listen, Dick I fought for you - I did, and your record took you a long way, so much so that, the company is trying to compensate you the best they can.  They are offering you severance pay for a year, along with early retirement benefits you've earned...

 

DICKY is stunned in disbelief, after all the shit he's been through, he's put himself through.

 

DICKY

(more thinking to himself then addressing Stan)

I need the work ...

 

STAN

I know this is hard Dick, I wish there was another way, it's just you're getting older, and that month you had to take awhile ago for your back ... the company just can't afford for you to get hurt right now ... I'm sorry Dick, you have two more weeks of work before your termination is official ... I'm ... I'm sorry.

 

DICKY nods not soaking it all in, still in shock.  He stands up.  STAN doesn't know what to do he stands.

 

STAN

Dick if there is anything I can do for you ...

 

DICKY shakes his head

 

DICKY

Nah, I'm all right.

 

He stops and thinks for a second.

 

DICKY

So what did the peg me for?

 

STAN

Huh?

 

DICKY

Grounds for "severance" or whatever?

 

STAN

Dicky, this isn't the time -

 

DICKY

What was it stan?

 

STAN looks to the ceiling with his hands on his hips and then looks to DICKY.

 

STAN

Too many "off the clock breaks."

 

DICKY thinks for a second and is puzzled.

 

DICKY

Dat don't add up, I take a 30 on an 8 hour shift, and I never take a fifteen cuz I go to the bathroom so much cuz 'o de caffeine I got force down my body to be productive at this soul suckin' occupation...unless...

 

DICKY gets hit with it and starts laughing

 

STAN

Now Dicky ...

 

DICKY still laughin.

 

DICKY

You kiddin', I know the real reasons, but de cannin' me cuz I piss too much, really?  Really - they firing me, cuz a man goin' to de bafroom too much.

 

STAN

Dicky...

 

DICKY goes from laughing to getting angry

 

DICKY

Cuz ya' know I may have to piss 10 to 15 times a shift, cuz 'o dat shit I put in my body to get my body at work - but I damn sure know I could piss 15 to 20 times more a shift and I'd still do more work then two and a half of the jokers you got here, and you all damn well know it too!

 

STAN can't contest, the both just stand in silence for a moment.

 

DICKY Sticks his hand out towards STAN and looks at him with the confidence, intensity, and resolution of a man who has been fucked over and knows it.

 

DICKY

It's been a pleasure working with you Stan.

 

STAN

Dicky I ...

 

STAN'S at a loss for words, he accepts Dicky's hand and shakes it.

 

STAN

...I'm sorry Dicky.

 

END SCENE:

 

INT. - DINER - NIGHT

 

DICKY and TIM are sitting at a 24 hour diner type place, with a cup of coffee in front of each of them.  DICKY just finished telling TIM about what happened at work ... this is following the phone call that TIM received in the bathroom after his vision of Jesus.

 

TIMMY

Damn...

 

DIKCY

Yeah, got fucked man, no two bits bout it - I am slowin up a little Timbo, but I aint gettin no help!  When you was dare, shit man, just the two of us could take care all that shit - you da best guy I worked with in 30 years of doing dis shit, and that the truth...

 

DICKY laughs and looks at the coffee sittin' in front of TIM

 

DICKY

That shit gets you going more den me.

 

DICKY more thoughtfully

 

DICKY

But I wouldn't pushed that shit down your throat if I knew you had some 'a "predisposing" side-effects.

 

TIM takes a sip and laughs

 

TIMMY

Like what?

 

DICKY

Like what you just got arrested for at that jungle crap show you just been too, that's like what?

 

TIMMY shakes his head

 

TIMMY

It'll all be good, but what about you - what are you going to do?

 

DICKY

I donno man, I need work - I worked to damn hard to give my little girl the life and opportunities I aint had, I give my life before I give dat up, believe it.

 

TIMMY thinks thoughtfully for a moment.

 

TIMMY

Yeah.

 

TIMMY takes a deep sip of his cup.

 

TIMMY

And you won't have too.

 

DICKY

What you mean.

 

TIMMY kills his cup and pats DICKY on the arm.

 

TIMMY

Don't you worry, Dicky, I take care of you, just hang tight - I'll keep in touch, I'll take care of it.

 

TIMMY rises and starts walking away, DICKY stands up but doesn't follow, calling after him.

 

DICKY

Tim, get back here, I got a bad back, don't make me chase you down!

 

TIMMY EXITS, Dicky sits down.

 

DICKY

(to himself)

Damn crazy boy ... maybe he does got a plan, cuz I sure as hell don't.

 

DICKY kills his coffee.

 

END SCENE:

 

INT. - AMBER'S CAR - AFTERNOON

 

AMBER is driving home from out of town, she is a young lawyer, and was out for work.  She is dressed business formal.

 

She is close to home now, about 20 minutes away, and is listening to the radio.  She flips through a couple music stations.

 

AMBER

Shit...

 

Flips to next station

 

AMBER

Shit...

 

Flips through a few more stations even quicker commenting on each one

 

AMBER

Shit, shit, mega shit...

 

She then stops on a local news station and leaves it on.

 

RADIO NEWSCASTER

...right after midnight last night it was reported that a hooded vigilante, early 20's held up a grocery store for about an hour and a half with a boxcutter.  The only demands made by the young criminal were to empty the all the cigarettes sold behind customer service in the outside dumpster and have them lit on fire, and cutting all the gallons of milk on the shelves spilling them all over the floor.  The young man has not been identified and is still at large.

 

AMBER turns off the radio.

 

CUT TO:

 

INT. - AMBER'S APARTMENT - AFTERNOON

 

AMBER enters and the empty and darkened apartment, she flips on a light and puts here work briefcase on the kitchen counter.

 

AMBER

Tim?

 

No answer.  She sighs heavily and walks to the fridge, she pulls a beer out and pops the bottle cap off with a bottle opener from a drawer in the kitchen.  She kicks her shoes off haphazardly, and plops down on the couch in the

 

LIVING ROOM

 

She grabs the remote to the television sitting in front of the couch and flips on the t.v. local news is on and doing a report on the story she had been listening to on the radio on the way home.

 

T.V. NEWSCASTER

The mysterious vigilant, of the recently and as of yet unidentified motive, has himself in fact been identified by authorities.

 

A rough sketch of TIM pops up on the screen next to the T.V. NEWSCASTER'S head.  AMBER chokes on her beer, and spills a little.

 

AMBER

Holy Shit.

 

T.V. NEWSCASTER

Authorities and psychologists have yet to pinpoint a motive, but believe it may be some of protest vandalism of some type, anyway will keep you updated with this, and other local stories.

 

The news program cuts to commercial break.  AMBER grabs her land line, sitting on a small lamp stand next to the couch.

 

She calls DICKY.

 

DICKY picks up on the other end.

 

DICKY

Hello?

 

CUT TO - EXT.  GROCERY STORE PARKING LOT - NIGHT

 

Tim is sitting, in a parked car in a near empty parking lot at a grocery store.  He is gripping the steering wheel, he's wearing a black hoody and black jeans, he look like he's mentally preparing himself for an undertaking of some sort.

 

AMBER

Have you heard from Tim?

 

DICKY

No.

 

AMBER

Have you heard about Tim?

 

DICKY

Yes.

 

TIM nods to himself, like he has finally psyched himself into whatever he's about to do, he reaches over to the front passenger's seat, and grabs and puts on a BLACK SKI MASK.  He exits the car.

 

AMBER

Well keep in touch Dicky, and let me know if you hear anything.

 

DICKY

You too, Amber, I'll keep in touch.

 

Phone Conversation END.

 

CUT TO:

 

INT. - GROCERY STORE - NIGHT

 

TIM walks into the entrance of the grocery store, it's a small store.  Place is dead, there's only one guy working, and he is behind customer service.  TIM approaches the cashier.

 

CASHIER is like a stoner-type heavy metal dude, 20's, doesn't seem very bothered by the situation.

 

CASHIER

Sup dude?

 

TIM pulls boxcutter from out of his pocket, reaches across the counter grabs the CASHIER by the collar and draws him close raising the box cutter close to his face.

 

TIMMY

Your night crew working?

 

CASHIER

Nah, we a small store, stock guys  don't come in 'til after store closes like 2, 3 in the morning ... what do you want dude, cigarettes, booze - I'll hook you up, no need for all the "Point Break" shit ... I don't give a fuuuuuck.

 

TIM scopes out the front of the store and notices that there are like 8 registers.

 

TIMMY

What I want, is for you to bring out those 8 drawers from those registers you got locked away wherever it is you get them, and line them up on the counter right here on the counter.

 

CASHIER

All right.

 

TIM hops the counter, still holding up the CASHIER guy with the boxcutter, and they walk into a back room connected to the CUSTOMER SERVICE area, behind the counter.

 

INT. - BACK ROOM - NIGHT

 

CASHIER goes to a safe and puts in a combination and unlocks the safe, that has the drawers in it.

 

He looks at TIM expectingly.  TIM responds.

 

TIMMY

What?

 

CASHIER

Well aren't you going to help me dude, there's like 8 and their fucking heavy.

 

TIMMY sighs and puts the boxcutter in his pocket.  The CASHIER grabs four of the drawers stacked together on top of each other.

 

TIMMY walks over to the safe and grabs the remaining four, the both make their way, CASHIER first, followed by TIM, back

 

INT. - CUSTOMER SERVICE COUNTER - NIGHT

 

The CASHIER puts them down on the COUNTER, and TIM does the same thing next to him.

 

CASHIER

So you want me to like bag the cash for you or something dude.

 

TIMMY

Line 'em up.

 

CASHIER

What?

 

TIMMY

The drawers line them up in a straight line along the counter.  And open all the "cash tabs".

 

CASHIER more curious about what TIM is doing then scared lines them up and flips up all the little "cash tabs" or that little plastic holder that keeps cash from flying everywhere.  He finishes and TIM looks at the CASHIER without saying anything for like a moment or two

 

Beat

 

TIM in swift motion, and in ferocious rage, takes each drawer one by one and empties them out violently all over the floor, and throws the empty drawer haphazardly.

 

He empties the last one and then just runs out of the store.

 

CASHIER walks out from behind the counter, completely just mind fucked.

 

CASHIER

What the fuck was that?

 

Then he looks at all the money from 8 drawers all over the floor, cash, nickels, dimes, pennies quarters ... just a fucking mess.

 

CASHIER

Fucking dickhead, I'm the one that's gotta clean all this shit up!?

 

END SCENE:

 

CUT TO:

 

INT. - DICKY'S TRUCK - NIGHT

 

DICKY is sitting in his car talking on the phone to AMBER, we can only hear DICKY'S end of the conversation.

 

DICKY

Yeah, I know, I know, I'll let you know if I hear anything, we've been talkin' everyday since this shit's been going down, I gotchu baby girl - just chill, try and get some sleep ... yeah I'll be all right ... I always do overnights on Wednesdays, I used to it ... gives me some peace and quiet and no one at that store but me, it's like my "fortress of solitude" .... haha, all right we keep in touch, get some sleep.

 

DICKY hangs up and exits the car, making his way to the grocery store he works at.

 

CUT TO:

 

INT. - GROCERY STORE - LATE NIGHT

 

DICKY walks in through the entrance of the store and locks the door behind him.  He is working overnight and is the only one who is to have access to the store at this time of night.

 

He sees TIM standing behind the CUSTOMER SERVICE desk.

 

DICKY quickens his pace towards TIM with fatherly excitement, like he had lost his own little boy and found him.

 

DICKY

Tim!

 

In quick movements TIM opens a drawer behind CUSTOMER SERVICE, and pulls something out - TIM closes the drawer, and hops over the counter, and quickens his pace towards DICKY.  DICKY opens his arms for an embrace.

 

What TIM pulled out from drawer is revealed, a BRAND NEW box cutter, and as he meets DICKY, he puts the blade out, He pulls DICKY in for an embrace, stabs DICKY 5 to 10 times with short quick jabs.

 

TIM holds DICKY'S neck firm with his thumb underneath a pressure point that applied to with enough pressure, could make DICKY pass out.

 

DICKY is razzled by whole situation and that it is TIM doing this to him, TIM pulls him close and whispers

 

TIMMY

It will all make sense Dicky, I promise.

 

TIM kisses top of DICKY'S head.

 

TIMMY

I finally found my place between the eggs and the butter Dicky.

 

TIM applies pressure to DICKY'S neck and puts him out - guiding him tenderly to the ground.

 

POLICE sirens are heard outside, and four officers rush in, guns drawn and approach to arrest TIM.

 

TIM gives himself up freely, is handcuffed and guided towards exit of store, by officers.

 

FADE OUT:

 

INT. - AMBER'S APARTMENT - LATE NIGHT

 

AMBER is on her couch, watching  late night television (LATE SHOW or something).

 

She's munching on some trail mix or nuts, nervously - she's waiting for the late evening news to see if any news on TIM comes.

 

A stack of mail that has been unsifted through sits on the table in front of the couch.

 

Her snack not keeping her preoccupied enough, she picks up her mail and begins picking through it.

 

Nothing of interest catches her eye UNTIL ... she sees an envelope simply titled:

 

To: Amber

 

From: Tim

 

She starts to open it quickly, but puts it back down on the table as a "BREAKING LOCAL NEWS REPORT" comes across the television screen.

 

NEWSCASTER

In breaking local news, Tim Sweetgrain, the young man behind the seemingly random vigilantism in local grocery stores over the past week and a half is in police custody after turning himself in, following an incident in which he inflicted multiple stab wounds to a night stock worker at yet another local grocery store  earlier this evening.  Thank you for tuning in, now back to your regularly scheduled programming.

 

AMBER turns off the T.V. and looks painfully and hesitantly at the half opened envelope and letter from TIM.

 

She reaches tenderly for it, like she knows the contents of what's inside will physically harm her in some way.

 

She opens the letter and starts reading ...

 

This kicks in a MONTAGE of several running scenes.

 

As AMBER reads the letter the scene will be back dropped by a (V.O.) from TIM.

 

AMBER starts reading leader on the couch.

 

TIMMY

Dear Amber, My mom told me a story once … she told me a story, about a great meadow with many beautiful plants and flowers. She told me there were two types of flowers that grew in that meadow.

 

IMAGES of meadows and flowers.

 

TIMMY

There were large, colorful plants, which attracted bees for pollination, and nourishment from rain and other forces of nature; plants, who by the prosperity of their life, brought more life and beauty to the meadow as a whole.

 

IMAGES of large flowers, small flowers, bees pollinating.

 

TIMMY

She then told me about the other type of plant: smaller, not as colorful as the larger plants and flowers, but equally important to the meadow as a whole, because with its own life and death, it brings nourishment to the soil around it giving more life and beauty to the meadow.

 

IMAGES of little boy TIMMY and his MOM walking in a meadow or park, hand in hand.

 

TIMMY

The differences between the two plants are great… but the purpose is the same; to bring nourishment, and life to the meadow as a whole. And with their own lives and purposes, they will find fulfillment and satisfaction of being part of the meadow and what they were able to give of themselves for its life.

 

TIMMY

God is the gardener, people are the flowers, and the world is the meadow.  Both in living and dying the flowers and plants bring life and beauty to the meadow.

 

IMAGES of a church and then subsequent image of crucified Christ on a cross

 

TIMMY

Our fulfillment comes not in being a large colorful plant, or a smaller simpler plant, but simply ... having been part of it all to begin with, and the satisfaction that the meadow will be more beautiful, more colorful, and have more life because we were part of it with our own life and death.

 

IMAGES of DICKY with his family.

 

TIMMY

I'm a smaller plant, and it was time to give my life for Dicky.  He was going to get fired from a job and from people he'd given all of himself too.  The grocery store hits, were randomized so they wouldn't suspect the primary purpose, to set up Dicky's store.

 

IMAGES of DICKY and TIM paling around in different settings and situations.

 

TIMMY

I hid in the bathroom all night, and no one checked for me, so I was able to stay past closing, I used a box cutter from an unlocked drawer at CUSTOMER SERVICE, and it's all caught on tape ... not only were the proper security cautions I violated preventable by the store, but with me on the "loose" at other stores, the fact Dicky's store didn't take proper precautions to make sure Dicky or any other employee was in a safe working environment should be plenty of grounds for Dicky to get fully compensated for being put at risk, and sustaining the "injuries" he did.  Your the best lawyer I know, go get 'em - and burn this letter when you finish reading it.

 

SCENE of DICKY and AMBER dressed in "court-wear" outside of a courthouse.  DICKY has a "check" in his hand and hugs AMBER tenderly with tears of joy in his eyes; he WON the case.

 

TIMMY

I love you Amber, I always have - I don't know how I mean that, not like romantically - I don't really think like that, not anymore, I just know you and my mom were the two closest people in my life, and always there, and I love you two more than any two people on earth, you two were the greatest God's given me.  Goodbye Amber.

 

INT. - PRISON COURTYARD - DAY

 

TIM is sitting on a stone bench towards the middle of the courtyard, reading a book.  Two guys (punker type, 30's) are in a corner.  FOCUS ON - them.

 

PUNKER 1

That the guy who fucked up Ronnie at the show, couple weeks back.

 

PUNKER 2 nods.

 

PUNKER 1 slips out a LARGE piece of broken mirror glass, the two nod to each other.

 

They rush over to where TIM is sitting, PUNKER 2 holds TIM and PUNKER 1 slits his throat - TIM goes down dying as PRISON GUARDS ambush the courtyard some attending TIM and some taking down and subduing the PUNKERS.

 

CUT TO:

 

EXT. - CEMETERY - DAY

 

CLOSE on a coffin and pan to a "memorial" picture of the deceased being honored TIM.

 

FADE OUT:

 

FADE IN:

 

EXT. - CEMETERY BENCH/FLOWER AREA - DAY

 

This is the setting from earlier in the movie where TIM and AMBER sat and talked after TIM'S MOM'S funeral.

 

AMBER walks from off-screen to on-screen from the right, funeral clothes, approaches the bench and sits in a dejected numb, melancholy mood.

 

JESUS, as seen by TIM earlier, walks from the other end of the screen and sits down next to AMBER and lights a cigarette.

 

AMBER turns to JESUS and talks to Him, just as she thinks he is, just a hallucination or a manifestation of her imagination due to her tragic state.

 

AMBER

You smoke?

 

JESUS takes one drag.

 

JESUS

Hasn't killed me yet.

 

JESUS puts it out.

 

JESUS

No, I don't really smoke, just usually a good ice breaker.

 

AMBER is numb to everything, holding strong but ready to break anytime.

 

AMBER

So why are you here, and why now, when anybody ever needs you ... oh yeah, because you don't fucking exist, you can't, you're a fucking contradiction.

 

JESUS just looks at her tenderly, and moves a hair that is draping over her face fatherly.

 

JESUS

Am I?

 

AMBER brushes JESUS hand away

 

AMBER

Yes.

 

JESUS leans over and holds the top of her head and kisses her forehead very-tenderly.

 

JESUS

Just came to remind you I love you.

 

He gets up to leaves and starts walking away.

 

AMBER

If you want me to believe, why don't you keep your love and give me answers?

 

JESUS turns back and smiles at her.

 

AMBER

It's because you don't have any right?  Right!?

 

JESUS

Believe you what you want, but if you have to ask me if I have all the answers, that makes one thing clear honey ... you certainly don't.

 

JESUS points up.

 

JESUS

Answers are always in the clouds.

 

AMBER looks up to the CLOUDLESS sky.

 

JESUS

And the clouds are always there whether you see them or not.

 

AMBER looks back where JESUS was standing and he's gone.

 

FOCUS ON AMBER

 

FADE OUT:

 

FADE TO BLACK:

 

THE END: