Monthly Archives: August 2012

the time traveler forgets his past as he enters a new future

the end.

i have a friend named bobcat. he.s a character. how can i explain ?

the man spent a good chunk of the last few years on a mountain,
by his own description, watching helicopter clad sheriffs watch him
tend several acres of marijuana crops. that.s fine. he offered me
a gig but i couldn.t forget that sound i never heard – – rotors chopping
wildly, as a heavy set older gentleman stared down over mirror tinted
lenses, mouthing a muted warning thru artificial wind.

as i sit, typing these words; i wonder what a world i would have entered
had i taken him up on his offer. two scenes come to mind.

when i met bobcat, he was the shiesty organizer of a local poetry event
in rural oregon. i was only passing thru & my crew observed, with mildly
horrified amusement, that bobcat was running a rather shady competition.

years later – he called me from a washington state hotel room, where he
was hiding out from police and a girlfriend with a violent grudge. i pictured
him huddled against a wall, staring out the filthy window of a balcony door
and watching our sun drop into the sea. he told me he lost 90 pounds of
canibus when the girl he loved called the cops. since heard a few more details to the story. back then, i called my
lawyer friend and threw bobcat a couple pieces of non “legal advice”.

where am i ? at the moment, i.m sitting at merchants of Reality – a particular
point in time / space located in the San Francisco SOMA in the united states
of america, 2012. it is tuesday, july 24 at 3.40 pm and i.m told the sun and
mercury conjunct in leo, tomorrow.

i believe, as do many physicists, that every decision made by particles
in our universe splits reality and creates a branch in space / time. i also believe
– which may be insane – that we can choose to travel, at these moments of
branching, to other worlds outside of any known dimension.

this is where our story ends.

the bobcat

i never offer him any thing any more when he comes around. the bobcat prefers foods
that are not available. often something which might almost be found around the corner,
up the street; but, which today remains peculiarly absent.  how are you doing ? what do you do ? time traveler. hooligan. wastrel. drug addict. my friends are doing things now.

getting their music in super bowl commercials and movies. making songs & videos i hear about from other people, people who have never met them – who don.t know i know them.
i appear on the internet now, my work discussed by people never met, never even heard of. this month i was written up by a hip hop journalist i used to think was famous.

people i know from school are appearing in newspapers and internet blogs for writing,
for directing, for starring in television shows. actors i learned acting from – appearing in my favorite television shows, their books reaching number one on bestseller lists, the washington post, new york times. once i saw my own record appear higher on a top ten
list than an album by an idol of mine. i used to think something about the opinion of critics.

used to believe winning an award meant some thing other than you made money for
somebody. when i was six, i wondered why we couldn.t go back to the barter system.

i live there now.

Liquid: a fluid theory

from what heard, when i was four i almost
pulled a boiling pot of spaghetti on my head.

my friend sp told me this happened to someone
he knows. the burns across his chest formed in
to scar tissue & a story for the ladies.

i spent years re-imagining and retelling my self
the story – what had & hadn.t happened.

i reached up toward our stove, grasped the pot
handle, stumbled; water and steam tumble into
the fire which flares up and slaps down on me
collapsed to the floor — hot metal, scalding water,
half cooked spaghetti, and the burned boy.

bill came in – just in time to stop me. “baraka,
no.” he sat me down at the table and told me
a story, then set the table & called my mother
in for dinner; where they spoke about the office
and the lawyers each had suffered through.

it must have been the tesseract – from a wrinkle
in time, which later allowed me to navigate a route
back through that story. entrance to a new saga,
out from the distant stories of my father and kid
napping; a door cracking on its hinges with terry
on the other side & his screams for my mother
to let him in. locks, padlocks, hinges braced;
locks i didn.t know the name of closing our
apartment door, even as no one was trying to
get in. we received few visitors. my mother,
the type of woman to sit at home. privacy was
a form of security – as was knowing we were
poor, even after we didn.t have a right to be.

at some point we entered the middle class.

but, upper middle or lower ? or middle middle.
the most boring and worst option, within our
suburban ghetto. later, some of those kids
would grow up – wheaton became the town
of filipino restaurants, colombian food,
cuisine from argentina; little shops, all of them.

& wealthy, if not hip, suburbanites might trudge
across town for a quick bite. but growing up

there was only wheaton mall & teenagers from
the right part of town would hear parental
warnings to stay away from the fights there;

once a boy was murdered in pumphrey.s park
for his jacket and his shoes, so people said.

they changed the name. every so often we.d
hear stories of murderers just up the road
or down the street. not a dangerous town.

just a neighborhood, with a few haitians,
some ecuadorians; catholic schools, parks.

i came to catholic school in the third grade.
it was years before i had a black girl in my
class. college years. i wore a uniform a lot

growing up. these days, if some one says
“dress to impress” i don.t show up. as far
as i can tell, my parents spent double on
my brother.s high school education what
they spent on mine for all of high school
and college combined. and we went to a lot
of the same schools. but i guess we always
knew we were poor, and i know my parents
worked hard every day, and maybe bill
clinton did something right.

i don.t make money. i watch it move
around me and rarely grab after it. i went
to school with a lot of money – money
that never learned to shower, or who
did the minimum to get by; money that
did or didn.t want you to know about it.

private money, secret money, foreign money.
dollars and yen wandering thru the mall.

i guess i don.t know what money is. growing
up i thought i was poor, thought i was in a city;
waiting til i grew up so i could do what i want.

now, i do mostly what i want & i realize i may
have had more assets as a child than i would
possibly hope for now. in other words, if you
could go back far enough, you might say that
i was liquid.

lightning hawkins [i]

i am an american hip hop rapper. here are a few stories.

yesterday, riding my bike thru an unfamiliar neighbor
hood, i came to a peculiar intersection. as i coasted
towards the light ahead, a red blinking hand-warning
countdown switched to an unexpected familiar image:

the brave go-ahead walking white man. creature of habit.
child of society. civilization.s son – we think we know
what to expect. come to believe we know our uni
verse. most days, knowing something is good enough
to make it true. but are any events un significant, eventually ?

the other day – as i came to a crossing with my wife,
we saw a woman laughing with a young man on
the corner. when we approached more closely, we
found the woman holding her bloody mouth and
calling out for a lost tooth. we stood alongside her
and her friend with a collective dazed expression.

when we reached the other side of the street, we heard
screams – a young man howling, “oh, no – no . . . no”
while his friend shook left to right in confusion or dis
belief. the five of us formed an incredulous line up
outside of the sugar bar. some one struggled for words.

“he almost got hit by that car.”

a man stumbled drunkenly out of the street and into
shadow. millie stared onto the avenue at an event that
had not occurred. my wife has a keen eye. once, she
noticed – from across the street – an unconscious man
with a bleeding head wound. this was a man who
had been ignored  by many average samaritans as
they stepped around the growing pool of his blood.

the ambulance had trouble spotting us until i stepped
from the curb to flag them down. but i digress. i meant
to be speaking of space and time. in cities it can be
difficult to get any space. one time, we left town for
a drive south – turns out, one of the things i married
was the drive to central california. it.s not too far, as long
as you can see the coast. in this case, we headed down
to san diego for some reason; meeting a few new humans

– we have the baby sickness. i guess i.m fascinated any
time i get to achieve some kind of communication with
a nonverbal creature. as if humans only used our words
to lie. i sometimes think about going back to a better
time. used to feel i was born in the perfect moment,

but what if everything wasn.t already decided ? if there
wasn.t a word for everything – what if you had to say
what you really meant ? from what read, there are
only a few original alphabets. once someone figured
out we could communicate with writing – it wasn.t too
hard to agree on that idea. i got poisoned early on
with the written word, not that i.m complaining.

still, we were on this drive down south – an arbitrary
cartographic designation. heading down south in our
blue monstrosity, and we crashed with a generous
friend. she lent us a book since given away, by
a man named lightning hawkins. holy fuck, we read.

lighthawk [two] the bang

i.m supposed to say speeding along but
the car.s old and both of us are more cautious.

so heading back north and the singer on
our shitty radio sends out static-y messages of
love to lightning hawkins as reading from
his book. the singer.s a lady. she.s tired of time

traveling, but we just started so pretty
jazzed. and learning about the shape of
the universe and mapping out multiverses every
few miles, sometimes skipping around chapters

but mostly i.m reading, interpreting, and then
diagraming with [the Suspect] as solar flares and
singularities open up thru our worldview to let all
the light in. everything reading makes
sense as though we used to know it already.

somehow this book confirms my childhood.

it lets me know i haven.t been lost. we begin
learning a little more about balance in our
world; in conversation, mirroring truth out of
singular and communal experiences. nano.

macro. einstein – rosen bridges. decades
old global discussions on god.s gambling
habits. a question posed: what if we are all

god.s imagination ? it.s no fun to know every
thing. and as the veil falls, hurtling
further down our own path than ever; as if been running on a track, arms tied
and blind folded – calling out for a hand as
the cloth fell from our eyes. minor obstacles

melt into the distant past. we discuss odd
and fantastic events from our week end

journey. childhood stories – the same ones,
different ones. what are we learning ? it.s
like a mushroom trip; seemingly impossible

to write every thing down, always coming

out in fragments. a venn diagram: universes
of decision points criss crossing through 26
dimensions. strings raveling within infinitesimal
cell membrane. quarks. the stuff of dream and
electron. chaos theory dictates that merely

observing our world affects the outcome of an
experiment, preventing us from ever measuring
with exact accuracy.

the butterfly knows nothing of its hurricane.
a song lyric, “out of chaos comes order.”

we realize artists have been sending us
messages for years. the sky is large. we
are microscopic. tiny particles blink in &
out of existence on impossible paths, by
passing the logic of our dimension.

whatsoever we believe becomes real.

the book ends with a plea for artists &
philosophers to return home; spiritual
inquiry, political action, questioning of
science and logic. somewhere under
neath the nations of europe, white clad
experimenters attempt to reenact our
universe.s big bang, creating a blink in
time and resetting the clock of our world.

we have to stop them.

[the Suspect]

i want to get into the crash, but first
i need to tell you about my wife; and
possibly my habits and practices of
the past several years. at some point
in the last decade, i set out to discover
or manifest a ritual process for non
physical alchemy. i have witnessed as
artists transform pain into inspiration;
idea becoming meme as a human
passes into legend. once, i stood on a
green hillside and wished to escape
earth. found our way backwards
thru story, our minor enclave of radical
projectionists – always seeking fortune
from truth. and so where to begin ? allow
me to introduce [the Suspect].

V. [before the bang]

“all the rap stars get shot
– it.s perfect”

– Lady V

i.ll tell you about the bang in a minute.

for now, let.s focus on what almost &
never happened – the greatness we dream

for ourselves on lost alley-walking nights
and mornings without breakfast; at the parties

we never go to but used to dream of, places
you were invited to after you stopped wanting

to be there . . . i.d never join a club: remember
those moments we accepted magic into our lives
– even and especially when it wasn.t there –

if i tell you we survived the crash, would you hear
an echo somewhere in your thoughts of maybe we

died. my mother used to get into accidents, road
sign, truck, bruised forehead, cracked windshield;

totaled. blue nova, black nova – red light, stop light.

we got in a couple accidents on the road. most common ?
leaving our car in the way of someone.s blunt object who
smashed the safety glass on our windows and took what
they could. lars found feces underneath her door handle.

i remember the worst thing one actor said he ever did,
when i went to school with him, before his bestseller
came out. antics and semantics amounting to how far
you can take your act offstage – okay tobi, we rolling ?

let.s get this captured. we remain here as razor tips;
to leave a mark. neither are we swords – heard cuts
through to bone; this beat of our heart – the bang in
your eardrum. i could tell you we survived, living
epilogue of victory and the conquered . . . the avant
garde of ironic factory day labor – now, legal:

this job is repetitive. i don.t mind
the work but the job is repetitive.

this is not a complaint. i got plenty
complaints but i don.t mind the work.

if you don.t mind the work, a little
repetition is okay. if you like your boss.

. . . been spending my days at the factory with
a trick shooting bartender, the sculptor, some few
graphic designers & recording artists, this lady
masseuse – wayward artist traveling days, hop
in the car, partying in the eighties with unknown
rappers turned hip hop stars, bare breasted gun
-wielding desert kidnappings, psychedelic
whiskey-dosed photojournalists, mind altering
powders and pills, farm grade pharmaceutical
plants, gloves and masks, inhaling toxic mildew
& i heard this story about a local rapper gone big
who had a concert or a show in San Jose, an hour
from his hometown. in absence of clever detail;
all i can remember is “he didn.t even know
where he was, it was so great.” lemon out.

VI. [a stranger.s dream]

pagan. anarchist. communist. heretical playwright.

they changed the rules about smoking in the streets,
but were our streets ever ours ? i was too young for
neighborhoods and cafe culture. our front guard
bohemians became millionaires as my friends kept
getting hit by cars – perhaps an egg, raw, boiled,
or rotten ? we found even non-objective acts of
throwing – a successful weapon. there are no minor
digressions from a locomotive train track.

we speak of aesthetic like a beautiful woman i
married long ago. nothing unintentional.

we seek meaning: i remain in the crow.s nest, reading
these words aloud to my wife so she won.t leave.

when i speak of my self, never know how many hours spent not bragging aloud at the blessings in our
basket … perhaps a motif – the end of my joint falters
and goes unlit. my orange lighter. what some would call
a cherry forms itself on the burning end of this glowing
ever-warmer cylindrone. above all, know your audience.

physician, heal … because i just want drivers to stop
colliding with my people and for cops to not murder
us in the streets. most everyone i see – except police –
clearly gives no fuck about me, or absently
wishes me well on the way to something better.

statistically, when did i become a target ? my generation
is burning out like a once lit cigarette – what i once called
a flaming death stick, like a car is a two ton death machine.

we idolize and r(e)ulogize spent candles while drivers run
us down in the streets. every artist i.m close to in san francisco
has been hit by a car. we haven.t started carrying rocks yet:
opting to start with eggs. once – i stopped in the street, when
a sports utility vehicle accelerated towards [the Suspect];
planted my feet and raised my half empty glass juice bottle
as time slowed itself & i prepared to hurl a weighted projectile
into the windshield of an oncoming automobile. i don.t think
i.d ever time traveled before without music. every decision
made, particle or human, opens another branch somewhere.

which world will i choose ? where am i ? somewhere science
keeps trying to make a bigger bang and i.m in a studio in
san francisco, internally, interminably burning; lit joint after
joint – the papers and lighter come from a store up the street:

a sad market. check the sign. the lighters are plastic, manufactured
in connecticut – the fuel in my pocket arrived here on a truck from
the east coast. at least the green is local.

if reading this, you probably think it.s fiction. once upon a time

people wanted writing, bought and paid for. this is before we wrote the lie
of reality – before politicians all looked the same like pretty boy actors,
sound bytes, clothing specialists, and camera make up. still – we got pictures
of the holocaust, if you want to see it. pictures of enslavement, scar-crossed
terrain & the dark eyed indigenous, neither american nor indian. some guy
told me he existed in his own bubble, on a pedestal untouched by sacrifice –
as if that weren.t the american dream. wrapped up in the unread unstarched
pages of our constitutional manifesto – i always say, “we” – when referring
to the imperial enslavement of my people.

oh, i sound crazy now.

i always employ the first person plural when i remember how many ways benefited from the rape and murder of my people.

i shit inside – and outside, neighborly san franciscans plastic-bag their dog shit
to throw in garbage bins as the hungry multitudes descend on dumpsters & trash
troves to dig out a little food til they can sleep. a dream burned out like a once-lit
cigarette. a dream color copied and repackaged in a newer, cleaner carton. a dream
whitewashed and resold without the image of the broke-backed millions who planted
someone else.s crops in their soil of imagination, tilled, reaped & harvested a dream;
til someone wrapped up and sold a stranger.s dream back to them and bought their land
up with the millions, and planted the story so deep it could never be told.

VII. [the phantom limb parade]

the phantom limb parade of human frailty at my window is unceasing. artists
on couches, freelance street journalism, corner vendors seeking investment;
hookers on the rise outside the accordion shop – according to Karla.

me and my dumb phone. i took a walk several times outside of consciousness,
pacing beyond city space. champagne alleyways, minorly avoiding charges of
public indecency, disturbing the peace, public intoxication, indecent exposure,
public urination, soap boxing, rabble rousing, slander, plagiarism, treason – &,
barely – resisting arrest.

we have incurred wrath, inspired ire. our memoir histoire bon vivant.

rain soaked london, un petite peu du jour a paris, eight hour meandering
along the city limits of amsterdam, pure ice cream on a stone bridge in
basel, switzerland. street art never seen in barcelona – somebody.s
blood of portugal in my veins; capo verde, the green cape. a loose

association of physical journeys on foot, across and outside space and time.
how so ? some would say he.s on drugs: caffeine, dopamine, epinephrine,
testosterone, adrenaline … estrogen, pheromones, chocolate, alcohol, nicotine,
tobacco … marijuana, THC, MDMA … fiberglass, sugar, endocrine … LSD,
psilocybin, hip hop. music makes me high. our favorite artists never existed
in the first place – collective genius, blunted & the future; survivor –
name thyself. our idols wear masks, emerging rarely from shadow,
tireless unknown; mammoth & invisible. my heroes die of poverty
in hospital, championed by lunatics & hounded by behemoth
corporations. once, Tesla claimed a floating electricity cloud
removed him from the forward flow of constant time.

we douse our truths in alcohol so they will burn.

[8. fury of sound]

he wrenched the needle from the gramophone

– edward gorey

anybody want to brag ? the most dangerous radicals
i know are in toronto. how long has sex been a weapon ?

we no longer fear how far come; our largest projects
remain too small to hold us. what are the odds ? it was all
a dream, as the man said. this week – our visitor merely
added an element of much un appreciated chaos.

my publisher told me to write more & my father told
me i don.t know how good i actually am at what i do.

is it time for the stories ? dazzle jazz in denver, colorado
– this is fucking poetry – the broken glass, cancelled event
at a classy bar; mic stand swung at that shiny car.s rear
window in drunk driving atlanta.  wrecking mics onstage
with the usual superstars, shadowed by fame.

all the lights – spot and lime, dim & red; smoke
filled chamber blessed in tinted glass, somebody
ask where i got the SWAT helmet from …

for the first time in my life i.m not lonely.
i.m surrounded by artists, which heard
my friends dream about for years.

if some of us create for other artists, others for
the rich, & many channel their work thru crowds
and across multitudes; where are we in this landscape
of fanatical craftism ? gear shifts, fixies, & velocipedes;
we ride places and eventually arrive somewhere – right ?

how long til you get discovered ? i.m famous online. how
long after being in someone.s house do you begin to snoop ?

how long did i keep praying after my belief quit ? eyes
closed looking for god on the floor. when the policeman
told me his story of doing blow off a yacht, i was a little
unclear – want to know what i wish for ? should we talk
about film ? yeah, seen scarface.

yeah, yeah – that was bad, murdering a guy with the chain
saw… some real shit, pulp fiction – get medieval. thing about
the dark ages – jus primae noctis, king.s privilege. forget it.

dead language. it.s rare, but humans spontaneously combust.
sometimes people catch fire, inexplicably. heat, preceded by
sound. lighthawk, send your meme out like a rocket ship.

we believe ideas become eternal.

[end transcript 8.]

minnesota lightning storm

i.m hit. my girl pinched
my hips to see if i still
exist. i think not.

– WJ

we could start with a minnesota road stop, or the super high way.
possibly a flash back – driving solo down the winter interstate after
my last friend abandoned our tour. or we can start with these movies;

how the albums became film as pictures turned to music. never had
much trouble coming up with names, or words for a friend who laid
her dreams to rest. i sent a letter to my friend – every one ends up
on the cutting room floor. eventually, got to edit.

but where to begin ? the new moon rose high in the crown of
the metropolis, shining – like who on top of this ? the greatest
emcee in the world sang a hook called if i ruled the world and
didn.t get to spit a verse. is this irony ? make an offer.

a born again hooligan only to be king again.

if you knew where you came from, would you go back ? had
there been a destination – would you have gone in the first place ?

we saved up, put ourselves to work, and drove across the country
to watch america.s president on jumbotron; or, in case, to dismantle
something. only when necessary. damage and i tore down some fences
on a new york beach. we went to see the greatest emcee in the world
and somebody tried to force us on different sides of a gate, channel
us between metal barriers to chain & cage us into a concert without
water. failures of capitalism. names and practices.

now that i escaped, sleep walk awake. where am i going off in to a carnival
wonder land … waiting for a plane or walking to some meeting with the guy
who could get me a ticket. hand shakes, artist cards, business cards, flowers &
greeting cards, letterhead, stationary. what do you dream of ? casting couch,
locker room – fantasies handed to us. what do you dream ?

women, drinks and fortune. clothing. cars. what are you wishing for ?
first you get the money. then you get the power. everybody fucking
loves pacino & so do i. watch your lit candle for the dying heat.

thirty seconds of marley on a small screen in black and white. a dead
girl singer vomits in her own mouth onstage without missing a note.

she swallowed & got back to work. there.s no business like – the show
must go on. i was the big bad wolf in a gray suit at four years old, foundry
lutheran day care. i was a shepherd in the third grade & on my mark.

we killed em at the altar when i played inn keeper. when did you
begin interviewing yourself about a past that hadn.t happened yet ?

an only child, stalking himself with an imaginary camera – if only
some one were watching. i work with a small publishing house,
printing single copies of sad books for beautiful people. ironic
writing of tragic protagonists in dimly lit rooms. old timey songs
we posted up along the superhighway when our radios went bust.

all i wanted was to sell like 500, be a ghetto superstar after my first album –
blunted. we used to rock parties in college. our comedy show gave my mother
coke flash backs and banished her to the out skirts of my art work. i made this song
one time about why the stars always shooting up, and played it for my brother; but
my dad heard some thing different and told me to turn it off. my mother hates
the rhythms and my father only heard the curses. my brother.s ten feet tall;
my brother is wise.

my little brother is big. my big brother.s a genius. my brother.s eight years younger.
my brother was born on my due date, and vice versa. alexander – my brother – is a black
belt, a wrestler. my brother is coming to visit. there.s a ninja coming to get me.

when i was young, some kid saw my family and tried to convince me i.m adopted.

on the road, when my friend fell ill and dropped out – or got sick & quit – i called
a few people who could maybe take his place and caught a break, with jami. one
time, jami told me about smoking crack. we all eighties babies like AIDS and crack.

i asked her, jami why would anyone smoke crack who knew about the eighties ?

jami told me, because it.s awesome. and, before i go on about the crack motel on
my honeymoon; i.d like to say – perhaps, inappropriately – that taught enough
women about blow jobs to be considered an amateur philanthropist, clown, comedian.
not a health care provider. now, listen – we didn.t intend to end up at the crack motel;
what we actually did, was: we got a room across the street; which was nice. well,
the room wasn.t nice, but it was nice to not be at the crack motel.

as for the best wedding celebration no one saw ? i love you.
congratulations to the whole world.

the worse thing that happened – apart from that crazy driver, was
[the Suspect] went looking about a ride and got cast as a whore.

to the craigslist driver who almost killed my wife on our wedding day.

information travels at an alarming rate. semi trucks are known for this
as well. i don.t know the exact algebra, but i remember pushing an over
heated saturn sedan in the snow storm as white obscured all road signs &
lane lines – without snow chains & running low on gas, in nowhere oregon.

this – some while before i got a call from [the Suspect] asking me back
to California. as it happens, that oregon blizzard drove me and dunce
into the bobcat.s lair – several bottles of rum, pitch dark kitchen
fights, powdered 3,4-methylenedioxy-N-methylamphetamine, and
the bobcat throwing fifty dollar bills in the air to watch them fall.

dunce picked them up from the floor. have i mentioned the bobcat
has a number of head injuries? or that he.s never on time – often he.s
off by weeks or more on any & all predictions. what.s left ? the saturn
died, our honeymoon in yellow stone, that minnesota lightning storm,
and an unwritten poem …

[after the crash]

til all carbon burns and turns into star burst,
we gon stay iller than the dog in the bar(n)
hurting far worse. what kind of farm is this ?

– [                ] the Insomniac

after the crash, we lived. after the crash, [we died.] we didn.t crash.

Happened was [the Suspect] was driving & it was a crazy trip. we had
manifested the impossible so many times society started closing in; but,
i know the power of a thought so i might have been more careful with
mine … i could feel an accident ahead. should i mention the cops ? okay.

what kind of farm is this ? herbal
medicine. keep the doors locked
if the cops tell you let us in.

cops were stalking us. fuck it,
it.s boring. enough to explain,

the man lied about what year it was
to fuck with us. nuff said. that.s low.

hey fuck it. you can die anytime, so he ain.t stay bugging.
who steady thuggin ? i can carry my weight, mother
fuckers cancel tours when they headed upstate.

somebody said he deserved to die because he had on
a hoodie. and he was black. put on a song, the horns
cut you. someday when we won. i remember gizmo
on the street in brooklyn, who i chased down to give
him all the money in my wallet, because he spoke only
in rhyme & he was me. the ghost disappeared in day
light and when i saw him on the stage it was me. some
one built a home less man mansion and i saw myself
inside it. i was there – center of a birdhouse, up cole
man.s hand carved tree in an art gallery by my school.

my nigga called me from a hotel room straight tripping
on how he lost a hundred pounds, made victim. turn back
around, who stacking now ? i saw myself in every story

and there i was, anywhere i went. microphone testing.
check, again – some die forgotten, memories lost, they
bodies rotten; still writing letters for a governor.s pardon.

ain.t love with no hardship. summon yo godness:

ability to respond and the honest. often a bit player
in someone else.s story – the old chinese man who
trampled amy when she went out on daisy.s bike.

cast a spell. the boy artist on haight street who flickered in
broken phrases and spasmed til a dollar came out. which
all seemed so familiar. lock your doors. these mother fuckers
ain.t seeing me. and got trampled at the cross walk around
the way recently. the most disturbing – to watch my own
reflection; we have this way of unnerving people.

praise allah. you got a couple hands, better raise em up.
someday you won.t say as much or have energy left to
maintain a fuck. we died without crashing and split – how
many options, in any direction ? i swear we passed through
a spot too small for that fucking car and made it to the other
side. made a mistake and pay for it later.

[the Suspect] tells me i took her driving hand, held it
to the wheel & said; going to make it. and we
came through. lighthawk taught us a spell you can try
if you like, but we didn.t use it. we just decided, held
on & went. sometimes you can feel the split.

someday every vibration echoes in another stratosphere

at one point i wondered, when would be the best
era to return to ? when did i first yearn for the birth
of language – what memories must be tucked away
under your medulla ? have you listened to the reptile
in you ? what does sapiens say to neanderthalensis ?
until the day we disappear.

[villains or heroes]

villains or heroes
who the devil made more ? got your eyes closed
looking for god on the floor.

– blind kobe

the spell is chaos, manifesting randomness. for example – through numbers.
07 – 89 – 09 – 88 – 04 -35. this one for my homies and fellow strangers, as
follows – in no particulate order: granular material. strung theory.

9 billion. ten thousand. four. a hundred. ninety nine. seven trillion. twenty six.

ideas thick stacked on top of one another and strung together, fluid bonded like
a string of blow jobs at interstate rest stops along highways across the continent
of north america. introducing our cast, and then some – these are no preemie
madonnas. a mad cavalry; stirring awake, cauterized into experience.

the bobcat is a blond dreaded mexican who lies. eighty something year old boobs
mcgillicuddy helicopters paramedics out to her shut down brothel hotel for fun. by
the way, never spent a night in jail so why start with alcatraz ? anyhow; some of
the comedians left town – new york, los angeles. bones the blues man lost a family
when he went to play his horn in amsterdam. conrad could never find his eye. and
blind kobe wanders. the insomniac appears from time to time. we listened to pine
apple liberation in the hours before dawn and spat rhymes across porches under
twilight. there.s a hole over london. world war two was no joke. & none of them are
jewish, all russian but they say jews. my neighbor got her knee melted
to the sidewalk. victor.s gone and he has cancer, but he.s fighting it. the bird man is
gangsta. baby killer, the little dyke emt – but seen emt.s do shit in the street, you
wouldn.t believe. (or maybe you would.) i met babyteeth at this party in portland where
some chick wanted me to rhyme about doing her. every so often, you got to get nasty.

scattered blow on a kitchen table. favors bought off a smile or a fuck.

flavors of betrayal from a girl whisperer – the poet took a razor to her arm
after i wouldn.t touch her. buying a balloon full of lettuce in an unfamiliar town.

girls i stopped from sucking me off in high school, the one who quit talking to me
after that thing at the mall. women storm off and expect you to chase them; some
people like to argue in public. shy artists, awkward performers. wack braggadocio
& new drugs. unnamed chemicals. ras solo brought us to rooms we had to fight
for. shakespeare.s a collector. duo repairs typewriters. who are you ?

basquiat painted, basho wrote. samo was here. a trillionaire attempts
to take over the US military. the richest man in the world. the nigga
round the corner. god. where you at – i spend many days at a studio
in san francisco.s SOMA. if you called me a terrorist, i might deny it.

i work with words & someday i.ll find my homeland. til then, we got
crew. the box makes sound. mah nigga los comes through. the dunce
hoards knowledge. what do you do ? though modest – when possible –
[the Suspect] rocks a party dress, favoring translucence. i am here.

where are you – street corners and sidewalks, recording compounds,
warehouse bunkers. what do you do, for love or money ? [the Suspect]
leaks rum from her left breast; the other, coconut milk. we litter our
city with love and tread public art across private property. amy floats
and sings. damage is a fighter. daisy works her magic as dansch
stokes the flames of evolution. [the Suspect] is a known healer.

we practice our art of transformation, like the monk in flames.

[dreams of stalkers and being chased] only half a person and gonna die.

– the Lady V

sometimes karla comes around. torchia dreams of being chased.
karla dreams of stalkers. tobi dreams of stalkers and being chased.

today we encountered police in hot pursuit. a large orange bouncy ball
rests against the tire of a fresh new car complete with gaping smashed
window. so many broken car windows – blunt objects, champagne bottles.

Cops Point Guns at Fleeing Man. 6 Police Officers Murder Homeless
Man. Man Shot at Point Blank Range in Back of Cop Car, Handcuffed.

remember to feed your dragon. karla stands on top of the world. torchia
writes. tobi wants to learn self defense. i used to fuck women on top of
each other & give away my girl.s mouth as a party favor. san francisco:

hilly city of no shame. the cops mostly stay away from dangerous crimes.
karla.s a one woman circus. i.m a cross fire hazard. karla.s a street performer.
i stay indoors as mouths get fucked on random corners. i write and record while
bodies are found in alleys. last year a man was stabbed in the street outside my
window and carried off in an unmarked ambulance. [the Suspect] beside me
dreams about i don.t know yet. a street walker told us; if she can.t have sex with
her johns in the bushes, we can.t have sex – or kiss – on the sidewalk. awake, i
dream of [the Suspect]; but, used to fantasize of being chaste. who do you love ?

are you for sure ? we sold the lie of abstinence to africa. we broke even on tour.
we drop bombs and food on the middle east. [the Suspect] parties in my head. tried to speak about her with restraint, and often restrained from trying
to speak of her. the cops today were out for blood; and, though i go too far,
i always come back. some days we stand in watch over police; others, we
wish for home. otherwise – i have benefited greatly from studying cats.

most times i lag behind at intersections; claiming space for my family –

a way from cars. that.s the hook. i remember a fancy one that accelerated may
be a foot behind us as i pushed a stroller and [the Suspect] held the hand of two
year old luciana. i did not chase down the car. my mother told me a story of my
father chasing down some kids who threw rocks at my stroller. the heat is on. only half a person & gonna die. paris was a week of nights and all
too short. this rapper no longer writes confessions, but that one.s free. and i didn.t
intend for my story to be clever, but it got away from me. [the Suspect] rises up
inside my head into a cloud of smoke, consumes me & returns to sleep.

i know the captain of police. i am awake, therefore; i think i am.
stop me before i write again. this is no book, nor cry for help. poet.
revolutionary. scholar. one.s final lesson is to keep his mouth shut.
any treasure falls away in the end. never lied for fiction.

where are you taking me & what happened to karla ?
who smashed your car window with a bouncing ball ?

why do i remember a similar scene on valencia ?
on the way to somewhere. cops all around flash
light the bushes, and beyond – a fence. as i write
& hear this music of my voice quoted un known
shouting from within; i wonder at our miracle.

my presence in your head.
these thoughts of mine climb
ever up in your cerebrum.

memory as story we tell ourself over and again.
the code in your genes stretching both forward &
back through time. somewhere, nothing is forgotten.

see also:

i want to fuck [the Suspect]. i want to fuck [the Suspect] in her [expletive].
maybe i should wake her up. [the Suspect] was born today. she.s twenty
seven. i.m in love with her. repeat – i love [the Suspect]. i want to shout it
from [Cliche]. all the world.s a stage. i wrote a short story called anybody.s
alison in middle school & a book when i was six, but it got lost. the other day,
we pretended not to see a man whose clothes were torn and hanging off him
in the street. an image – me, on a street corner; my wife, unknown in audience.

[the Suspect] origamied on our nest as the pantie-birds fly south for winter.

kneeling on our floor boards, we pray together. sleep & waking. i stand as she
peers into me. fist of hair. lotus and the style of a dog. what have we learned
from nature ? where would you like to take me ? a little death.


why the stars always shooting up ?
why that net worth got niggas caught ?
we want more, when is it enough ?
all four elements lost and ignored
they still be selling it up in the stores

[theory of wander]

rhyme when broken. if you open your eyes
i see my favorite show. i am possibly a citizen
of trinidad & so it.s time to speak with my father.

perhaps i.m going places: wife, meet family.

i told my parents i was ready for babies.
they asked, what are you trying to tell me ?

Saw blind kobe walking streets; tossed the dice,
spoke a spell of chaos. i was broke a minute ago;
now i.m high. second ago i was full – now, i.m
hungry. life.s not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman.
you only call her a bitch cuz she won.t let you get
that pussy. & all i ever wanted was to pick apart
the day – put the pieces back together my way.

say my name. barakanoel. what.s my name ?
grandmaster mumbles. talk to daddy.

what you need? baby, what you need ?
what you need, baby – what you need ?

tell me what you need. baby. how you
doing ? X wrote about this pimp who
would befriend a woman, rob her;

take her in & put her on the street once
she owed him. don.t ask how hard that
makes my dick. don.t ask what i.m not
proud of. who put the pulp in fiction ?

what kind of porn do you like ? the wrong kind.
when i say bad girls, i don.t mean pouty lipstick.
some women like it with their face in the dirt.

[the Suspect] solves problems like a hit man
& wears her dress as if she wishes to escape.

put your dick away. what is this ? who the fuck
was cleaning the refrigerator – all, this smells like
semen; & someone said: yeah, you would know.
what revs your engine, puts wind in your sails ?

open for business. do you know how many mother
loving people have been fucked at work ? i considered
anthropology, sociology, psychology – to do a study.

turns out, no need – everyone. who.s kinky ?
what turns you on ? put your pencils down.

it doesn.t take much. tell me your favorite thing.
does it have to be a thing ? tell me about a sex
worker who caught love in toronto. tell me a story –

theory of wander; fuck where you end up. walk until
you hit a memory. slice til you find an artery. shoot til
you lose consciousness. fuck until morning.

hold hands and alternate deciding where to turn.

close both eyes to see where you land. gaze in side
your opponent like a partner. put a hand into your
chest. time for a bold prediction. go somewhere.

voting was never enough, was it ? violence un
satisfying. a man can lie to himself for pretty
long; can.t he, tho ? you can only die once.

am i right. anyhow, in the words of
some one else, it.s getting early.

[the Sunset]

do i dare to eat a peach ?

– ts eliot

heavy petting, cunnilingus, & the fuck. pleasures of
irony inherent; the irony of jerking off in a girl.s mouth.

in the city, i walk past signs: facials – $30. mystery over
shock. let them eat cake. [the Suspect] out there with her
volvo wagon, all love. our sunset isn.t fooling any body
with its fancy name. what a waste. once, i slept around
to have a place inside. some days i am the public library
to a fellow with nine and a half fingers. old friends
never met on the street. around the corner, niggas sleep
in doorways. what a waste – a young corpse, sticking out.

a bear in an aquarium. the orange fish backed themselves
in a corner away from me. on the street some people ask for
money, refusing food … are you homeless ? you like crack ?
the most impoverished  look out for our well being.

did you know about the black goldfish ?

i didn.t know. are you aware the fire department has a boat ?
some times water catches fire. moon shine moon lights as fire
water. i keep writing in the margins of our day with no fire escape,
expecting to fall. the strange man.s hands on my wife. a dim night
in london, fog of your imagination. days assembled from smoke.

the fire pit, all that remains from – once – a house.
ten years since i lived with my brother. lost sobriety
to sobering moments. drinking to the bottom.

they know us in our neighborhood. neighbors and
cops come around when they want something. we
drink from jars and bottles – ninth street for our radio,
polka dots on her party dress. joints rolled and smoked,
playing the same songs over. coffee, ground and boiled;

remaking our story – laughter, tobacco torn from cigarettes,
papers & crutches, cigar leaves. a town of alleys and people
digging for treasure through cracks in the sidewalk.

fruit stand bodegas. fresh faced tourists. ripe women,
drag queens, & doe-eyed young girls. ten dollar rocks,
one gram nugs; full service strip joints and massage.

hot tubs, torn corpses of pigeons, broken toilets;
smears & stains. i sometimes imagine if all the toxins
of our city lifted themselves up and away – chemical
poison run off in waves out of our atmosphere.

if kindness was my only weapon – what if you could
trust me ? if everyone awakened, clear head & of sound
mind; where would it leave our city ? if we tore the
buildings down, could we survive ?

film cowboys used to ride into the sunset.
sunset isn.t what it used to be, living under
neath the interstate. people of the street –

there are no fruit stands on the superhighway,
tho not every body.s eyes search high enough
to learn the beauty of pollution. irony of
no blood for oil … of street names like edge
wood and oak.s end … of free ways: roads ?
where going, we don.t need roads.

[appendix] as in extra appendage. the definition of failure. of art.

claiming our terms. the canibus leaf – sativa, indica. fewer than
twelve people equals not an audience. art: that which causes one
to think or feel. failure begins when you stop trying. cliche – a
phrase rendered meaningless through repetition. hip hop: the
craft of living dope, exemplified thru turn table & microphone –
spray can, cardboard. emcee = the voice. where my dj ?

memoir – stories, remembered. fiction: created truth.

what is pop ? tinted john lennon glasses.

what.s art ? tell me where been.
andy warhol boxed and filed his garbage.

julie delpy wrote a screenplay where she sold
her soul for art. robert johnson.s cross roads.

another bicycle crushed beneath an expensive
automobile: i.m sitting on the hood. loose ends
in the paper: cops killing, politician smile. care
for your children while i listen to the music thru
my floor. lord, take my soul for wings so i can fly.


as bird and wolf begin to speak their dream
of man by infant in the sea like fish to land

or far away volcano birds above blue grove
where sun falls down on bear & lake beneath

her open moon we held our waterfall within
for breath you shared until we broke onto

this cavern deep in earth no wind escape
your glow when eve approach all light

and warmth i.ll bring to flame tree kindled
bark from branch then hum [unto the night]

the time traveler forgets his past
as he enters a new future.


the first words were hardest. i want
ed to whole you so you would half m
y self. give us more to go by. no one
ever told me we wouldn.t remember
? where we came from . . . wouldn.t
care when we were go ing. back
then everyplace was home. finding
language to describe how she split
momentary order from this chaos:
imagination or magic bringing our
world into perspective like sun set
over cliffside. i recall falling infinite
ly toward name less seawater. eyes
to a night so bright we never
bothered questioning god while
them angels were singing. why
would any body want to be original
but to live for ever. i spend time
with my child most often in thanks
that she made me again after all
these years. we didn.t start
counting the seconds until war


we laid up hanging
out among red wood branches
at the hour of dawn

sleeping. we dreamed of each
other and upon waking i would
pull you into me once more.
meals of legumes walnuts and
berries. days we passed by the
ocean. knowing no greater joy
than feeding her as we grew
to gether. all told we played
this way forever. where shall
we live today. with out
possession we lost nothing.
tho i give my self a way.
at most those stars were list
ening so we told stories of
the past. before it all be came
so far away.

walking, i spied a
stick, she found her rock. and so
we kept rolling on.


as our sun warmed us
lighthawk taught us there could be
no land before time.

see the moon was always
coming to visit and we held
out all that we had to offer.
she would guide us as our
doula through your birthing
then we feasted on the caul
when it was over. toasting
our new beginning. i couldn.t
find a book on how to love
my daughter well. some
fathers had been swallowed
by the beast they never
thought to tame. we raised
their children also. and they
kept their mother.s name. we
were all of us family. standing
out of the rain to witness light
ning for the first time. there
was no word for heaven. so
we laughed.

i dreamt we were two
suns following each other
thru unending night


she asked me for a story
so i told her of our father
truths too numerous to lie.

with fewer words
we spoke them all.

along this journey
kneeling by a spring
reflecting on the sky

without ambition
beyond warmth.

some call this love or fire.

how could i slay my
friend to gain a meal.

knowledge became survival.

we are water and
you taught me well.

i left her only as blood
from the heart. and to
return as winter turns
to spring. the way a tree
might leave as shelter
for some bird in song.


i watched a man stare
far into the sun. until he
never saw again.

when we first sighted snow
his voice was clear and
crystalline. we almost thought
to end our journey there within
the mouth of god. i taught my
son which fruits to trust and
then to navigate the land
among these creatures great
and small. he babbled on
with all along a brook. and
where he fell his sister helped
him stand on mountain caves
and quiet boulders. we sought
shelter from the elements
with/in her signature up on
a wall. no other evidence. we
fast across the desert tho
we feasted at a banquet in
the swamp. our daughter found
awe. while admiring some
pelicans gathered reverently on
the altar of a fallen wood
we spoke softly upon the one
who taught us why and how
to burn.

once a boy swam by
that shore against his tide and
dropped among the stones.


we spoke with jungle
birds among the canopy
joining them in song

if ever a tree falls we know her loss.
in honor of sacrifice: built for the re
birth while sharing tales of past
walks recalled. our memory is life.
the butterfly beyond cocoon. we kno
where we have been and send our
message for word thru the drum.
some men would seize a tool and
then refuse to aid / i count my
brother.s blessing as my own
and when if ever causing injury
will try to bind the wound. for we
are anybody we have met / tho
some refuse to see ? you drank
the water falling from a stone
and taught me where to place
my lips upon the source of spring
to heal and what to leave behind
or when to bury what may serve
us best another day. while here i
bind my hand to find her wounded
paw and hear a string plucked draw
ing us together for this instrument
our world. she pollen ates my
thoughts and like the bee accepts
one hand within her honey comb.
my queen provides. so anyone near
threatening our hive will learn
the sting and venom of disrupted
harmony. i will not live outside her
mind and wouldn.t hesitate if to re
mind her why i stay close by.

greed becomes the snake
devoured by and lost with
in it self consumed


one mother reached thru
flame to lift her child away
refusing to burn

and if you can.t walk then
dance among the pines with
spine and lung. when chaos
brings collapse in order for
our balance to maintain / we
sing and those who will not
speak may hum a long
with life it self. our rhythm is
the beating of her heart.
survival was the art up on a
rival of a winter.s dark.
we bury our selves til we can
not bear it any more. the heat
we make foretold in flint and
stone. whet stone to flint. and
kindling which killing flesh
might heal a blade. we gather
that we need yet mourn no off
ering beside. no path except for
that which trails behind. in
time: sweet nectars become
bitter. still their comfort can
we find. one stranger we could
hardly recognize revealed him
self my mother.s child. we
gathered by a flame for many
hours til we tired. i held its
smoke within as he departed
from my eyes.

this forest hallowed
hour. her tree strong as mother.s
spine. we slept inside.


behold the one who
pulled a creature out from stone.
we sing in wonder.

the featherless dog or feather
less old man passing along a
great river: floated upon timber
while a pygmy tribe carried an
altar ? slid on rough hewn granite
traveling a burden greater than
the weight of any man in girth
and size. we studied on their
journey how they lashed the rock
to forest branches / dragged it all
along. we heard of places where
the many families dwelt together
and once high up on a hillside we
encountered several others knelt
onto the ground: arms raised into
the heavens / seemed to never hear
us pass. we dreamt of carnage.
distant people starving by the
hundreds with a plenty shared
among the few. on waking: outcry.
near by stirred a great new beast.
we gathered up our young / seeking
new pastures on the mountain side.
a head dress woven tight with ore &
minerals begat those heights of
passion reminiscent of a birthing.
there we did not linger on. each day
our son grows stronger with the care
ful eye his mother knows well. loving
as i could not love myself our clan
swells with the rising tide.


pollen catches on
a breeze and carries it self
cross the plain to seed
with rows of grain as smoke
extends up into night\whose
dark provides no shelter from
the wind some distant voice
who carried flame. still echoes
off stonewall. later we rest
up on a log along the coast.


wolves tore their city
& they hunted down the wolves
until there were none.

i.m told of distant lives across the stars
but here the men speak most of death
and dying. we came up on a village thick
with corpses by the scent. i bid my kin
take leave and built a camp out in the
woods. a multitude began to gather. void
ing my self: i crept back to the flame. we
slept each night. the bears re turned. i
dreamt of creatures in the wood. savage
beasts who killed / now held by cage.
the one had slain a girl.


fat red bodied fish
sang at the stream. i plucked and
knifed them throat to gut.

tho they slept: thru night i stood watch
think ing i had heard some shadow. still
when they a woke un seen i saw them
speak their hunger. waited / weighted.
they slept again. til then i tried to set them
free. each spoke in turn and once more
was re leased.




ext. Galaxy SXDF-NB1006-2


Fade in on the pulsing lights of SXDF-NB1006-2

nestled in the Vast Abyss of Space & hanging amidst

the Flicker and Glow of Neighboring Galaxies in our

known universe.


Slow pan in and stop on SXDF-NB1006-2.  (Pause.)


Rapid pan to one side, across many galaxies. Settle

on the Milky Way. Pan in.


ext. the Milky Way


Zoom in on Earth, spinning through Space. Satellite

whirs into frame.


V.O.  (sounds of static)


Don’t forget to bring home

some peanut butter.


Zoom down onto North America




ext. North America.s Western Coast – FRIDAY


Pan down through the stratosphere.

(V.O) Jack


Well. How was your day ?


ext. Clouds – DAY


Pan down through Blue Sky to Telephone



ext. Neighborhood – DAY


Pan down Telephone Pole. Two Posters are

taped to the Pole. One shows a tiny adorable



a) missing kitten. have you seen Little Baby

Razor ? (555) 555-5555



b) municipal waste mgmt announcement

all waste removal will occur in the early

evening in district 16 this Sunday.

The sky turns Gray and it begins to Rain.

int. Linda & Jack.s House – FRIDAY – RAIN


Overhead through Window. We see the top

of Linda.s head and her legs. Linda sits on

the Couch with her back to the Window.


She holds an Empty Jar of Peanut Butter.

Beefcake the dog




I don.t know. Shut up. See you later.




I have call waiting.



Hello ?

int. the circuitry of Linda.s phone.


Electrons spin through Wires channeling

Waves via Satellite across Town and into

the cell Phone of Karen.


ext. City Street Corner – DAY – GRAY DRIZZLE

A gray mid-afternoon. Karen walks her dog Sirius
down the Sidewalk.


Hello – Linda ? Shit.

Karen steps in Shit. the Frenchman watches

from several feet away. the Frenchman carries

a Baguette and holds a closed Umbrella. the French

Man is smoking a Cigarette & dressed in a Dark Blue

Overcoat with a matching Hat. Karen hangs up her

Phone. the Frenchman.s accent is quite heavy.



the Frenchman


ext. Jason.s front porch – DAY – GRAY DRIZZLE

Jason is wearing an Apron, whisking a large

Batter-Filled Bowl. His Porch broadcasts patriotism

and americana.




Pierre, what are you doing here ?

Oh, hello Karen.


int. Jason.s Home – RAIN

The foyer of a modest and well proportioned

home. Karen and the Frenchman enter.


Come on in, Karen. And – Karen, this is Pierre.
(CLEARS THROAT) Our meeting isn.t til Saturday.
Why are you here ?

Karen tracks Shit onto the Carpet and through

Jason.s Home. Sirius the dog runs around.


Karen throws her Purse down on a Table and

walks deeper into Jason.s Home. Karen.s Keys

spill out of the Purse.


int. the Nursery of Baby Sirius – DISTANT RAIN

Decorated in tasteful Blues, Grays, and muted

Yellows with a Space Theme. 11-month old

Baby Sirius (STOPS CRYING).


Mama.s here, baby. Don.t you worry. Mama

will always care for you. Always take care of you. my little ruby. Baby, little baby, baby



int. Jason.s Fireplace – MUFFLED RAIN

the Frenchman holding a Drink and a Poker. Jason.s

arms are crossed.

the Frenchman

Survived the 1929 bombing. Zulu War – what is this ?

Collateral damage ? They would not let him teach.

And then . . . president of the african.s mineworking

union 1942. Everywhere – JB Marks. The strike in

‘46. Deaths, injuries, murders. It is impossible to

overstate the power & responsibility – in the birthing

of a diamond.


Jason notices the Streaks Karen has left across

his Carpet.




Karen, oh my god – what are you doing ? What is that?


Karen quickly grabs her Purse, her Dog Sirius, &

a Diaper Bag from the floor.




I have to go. It.s alphabet day at Happy Baby Care.

We have to get downtown, don.t we honey ? My little

smart baby. And I got to get to work or Mr. Worthington

will have my a-s-s. Come on Sirius, honey. Isn.t that right ?

My little man won.t get a late start like his father.

Mama.s little man won.t never let me down.


ext. Jason.s Neighborhood – DAY – A FAINT MISTING

Karen pulls out her Phone and calls



(V.0.) Linda





I did it again.


int. Jason.s Kitchen

Jason in Oven Mitts pulls a Steaming

Tin of Muffins from the Oven.


You have no right to be here. I told you

I would meet you – would you like some

muffins ?


ext. Karen.s Apartment – DAY – RAIN BEGINS TO CLEAR


Karen arrives with both Dog and

Baby Sirius. A Tenant exits as Karen

approaches. Karen leaves her Baby

on the Sidewalk, enters with Dog.

(Pause.) Karen exits without Dog.


int. Jason.s Home – FINAL DROPS OF RAIN


the Frenchman notices Karen.s Keys.


the Frenchman


Your wife left her keys upon this table. That –

was your wife – was it not, monsieur Jason ?




Um, she.s been telling everyone divorced.


the Frenchman


How must it feel for a man to know his mademoiselle

bon gentile chou chou belle fille, his cherie magnifique

repudiating him in disgust. How could he live, knowing

certainly too late he was never a man –




I didn.t see it that way.


the Frenchman


You have no feelings for her ?




Well, she doesn.t lock her doors.


the Frenchman


Then you will not mind; I am heading downtown –

and I will drop off on her these keyrings.


ext. Happy Baby Day Care – DAY – JUST BEGINNING TO RAIN


Karen drops Baby Sirius at Happy Baby Day

Care. Day Care Lady pulls Karen to the side

& points to a Closing Time Sign: 4.45pm


int. Jason.s Home – RAIN PICKING UP

Jason stands, looking in dismay at his ruined
Carpet. He sighs, shakes his head, and gets on
his knees to clean the Carpet with a Soapy Mop
Bucket and a Giant Sponge.

ext. Jack & Linda.s House – HEAVY RAIN

A Sign on the Lawn reads Securities, Inc.

Information Technologies.


int. Linda & Jack.s House – SHEETS OF RAIN

Linda pulls on a pair of Pants, throws the
Empty Jar of Peanut Butter in the Trash Bin,
& opens the Door for Beefcake the Dog –
who runs off licking Smears of Peanut

Butter from his lips, whiskers, and teeth.

Beefcake the Dog


Linda lifts her Panties from a pile

on the floor and carries them to

the Hamper. Linda tousles her hair.




Hello, Linda. Simply ravishing, darling. Now,

it is time to be a professional.


ext. Jack & Linda.s Lawn – DAY – BUCKETS OF RAIN

A superbly manicured Lawn – Croquet and
other Lawn Sports, a Fountain, freshly clipped
Hedges. Beefcake the Dog runs into frame.

Beefcake the Dog


Beefcake the Dog is holding a Bloody, (MEOWING)

Little Baby Razor. Beefcake the Dog runs out of

frame, still carrying Little Baby Razor. The Lawn

is still and peaceful. We hear but do not see (A


CLOSING, ETC.) Jack proceeds up the Walkway,

carrying Two Paper Grocery Bags, brimming with

Suburban Food Items.




Honey! Oh my goodness, come quick!


(Close Up. Two Paper Grocery Bags fall

to the Sidewalk. Peanut Butter rolls down

the walkway. Milk Spills and Puddles.)




Razor. Razor, sweetie – Beefcake, get inside. Bad

Dog. Come here, Bad Dog.  You Mother Fucker;

Listen to me – I should – God Damn It. You Bad

Bad Bad Bad Bad. Get out of here. Go in the house.


ext. Generic Office Building Parking Lot – AFTERNOON – STEADY RAIN

Karen arrives at a Generic Office Building,
preens, and grooms herself in a Sideview
Mirror. Karen catches her own Reflection
in a Car Window and checks her self out.
Karen enters the Generic Office Building.

int. Linda.s Therapy Offices

Linda sits with a Random Client in
a classy, well Furnished private room.

Random Client

And I can feel where it all went wrong, but I just,

you know when you cannot; you just can NOT and

I mean CAN’T Do It ? Just couldn.t do it. Not to say

I didn.t try, with Timmy I always tried and I guess

since I lost –

the Frenchman enters, carrying a Briefcase,

the Baguette & Umbrella.


the Frenchman

Pardonez-mois, madame, bien sur . . . This I brought

pour toi – for you.


the Frenchman hands Linda the Baguette and

crosses to a Table; he sets down, and then opens,

the Briefcase.




Pardon me, sir –


Cut to Random Client still aghast. Cut Back

to the Frenchman closing the Briefcase.


the Frenchman


Perhaps you wonder what was in my box.

Pity for a camera man who missed his angle.


Would you come talk to me privately ?

Random Client

This is just the way my father-


It’ll just be a minute.

int. Cramped Tiny Bathroom


Linda and the Frenchman crammed

tightly between the walls, Toilet, and

Sink. the Frenchman lights a Cigarette,

smokes, sets off the Ancient Fire Alarm,

opens his Umbrella as Water cascades

over everything.




Who are you ?


the Frenchman


I am one of the friend of your husbands.


What are you doing with me ?

the Frenchman

I am with you doing nothing.


cramped tiny Bathroom Door opens.
Random Client tugs Linda’s sleeve.

Random Client

I have twelve minutes to my swimming lesson.

int. Karen.s Apartment – MELLOW RAIN

Sirius the Dog runs around and chews

on Stuff.

(V.O.) the Frenchman


This is the dog Sirius.


int. Happy Baby Day Care – LIGHT RAIN

Baby Sirius bounces in a Baby Walker.

(V.O.) the Frenchman

This would be our star, Baby Sirius.

ext. the Dogstar – Sirius

Close Up on Sirius: the brightest Star in our Sky.

(V.O.) the Frenchman

Exterior. Close Up. The Dog Star. Sirius. Seem

to be the brightest star in our sky. Vraiment,

c’est un binary star system. Not so serious

to me, I think. Close up on a fucking star, eh,

more twice as big than our hot sun ? Is very

far away. To me, I think – is a joke.


int. Happy Baby Day Care – GENTLE RAIN

Baby Sirius laying out Alphabet Blocks.
The 1st 25 are in place & Sirius is ready

to set “Z” down at the end of his Line. Another

Child begins removing Blocks from his Alphabet.

(V.O.) the Frenchman

They named a baby after the dog – like Indian

Jones ?


int. Mr. Worthington.s Office – PURPLE RAIN

Karen gives a shoulder rub to Mr. Worthington.


And I hope it feels all better. You just let me know.
Well, alright Mr. Worthington I better get going.

int. Karen.s Desk – RAIN, MAN

Karen looks through her Purse, finds Cell Phone,
calls Linda.



Karen rifles through her Purse again and finds
a prescription Pill Bottle.

(V.O.) Linda

Karen, it.s not a good time.

Karen opens her Pill Bottle.

(V.O.) Linda

I have to go to the vet now, Karen. I – I
don.t even remember how to get there.
I always fuck it up, I always fuck it up.
Turn on Edgewood, Left on Brook Ridge

Right on Woodbridge. Stop at Oak’s End.

What am I doing here ? Karen, I don’t

know if I can face him.


Karen swallows a Few Pills.




I love you.


int. Jason.s Home

Jason crouches on the floor in one corner

of his house; Suds foaming off his Sponge,

still cleaning the Carpet. Jason notices the

roof is Leaking. He breathes deep and goes

to get a Bucket.

ext. Generic Office Building Parking Lot – EVENING – CLEAR SKY

Karen looks up Oak’s End Veterinarians

in her Phone – then searches frantically

through her Purse & walks to a Bus Stop.


int. Linda.s Therapy Office

Linda hangs up the Phone and hangs her head
over her Desk. (MEOWING) Linda opens a Desk

Drawer. Out comes New Kitten. Linda stares

at New Kitten and lifts her up.


int. A City Bus

Karen looks through her Phone while sitting

bored on a City Bus.


int. Linda.s Therapy Office

Linda raids the office Fridge, pours Milk in a Plastic

Bowl, overturns a Cardboard Box, steals Dirt from

a Plant & fills the Cardboard Box; she lifts, nuzzles,

and kisses her New Kitten.


int. Jason.s Home

Jason puts away his Cleaning Supplies, washes

his hands and takes a breath. Jason.s Phone (RINGS).

Jason eats a Muffin and answers the Phone.


ext. Oak’s End Vetrinarians – EVENING

Karen arrives on a City Bus and stands on the Sidewalk
outside of Oak’s End Vet as Evening becomes Night.

ext. Happy Baby Day Care – EVENING

A Closed Sign is up on the front Door. (VACUUMING)

Jason (KNOCKS) on the Door and gestures. (Baby Sirius



ext. Oak’s End Vet – NIGHT

Karen stands still on the Sidewalk. Linda.s Car races up

curbside and slams on the brakes. (Pause.) Linda dashes

inside, carrying the Baguette. (Pause.) Karen slowly

walks away.


int. another City Bus

Karen looks at her Phone on the Bus.

int. Jason.s Car – Night

Jason drives while he gives Baby Sirius a pep talk.


Let me tell you a story, son. Tomorrow.s a big day for your Dad.
First we got to get the diamonds. You hear me? We got to protect

our family jewels. Matter fact – hold on just a minute, son . . .

Jason dials his Phone.

(V.O.) Jack

Hello ?


Jack, man, are you there ?


(V.O) Jack

J – hey, what.s up ?


The Frenchman came early –


Pierre ?


The French guy with that beret looking hat

and his long bread.








Hey – could I ask you a question ?




Sure, man, sure – what.s up ?




How did you do all that research ? On the, uh . . .




Look, did you do the deal ?




Well I mean, no. Something wasn.t right.

I had to move the jewels.




Where.d you – Jason, where did you move them ?




I don.t know yet. Gotta go. (HANGS UP.) Okay, baby

boy – it.s up to you and me, now.


int. Jack.s Lair

Jack sets down his iPhone. The Lair is plastered
with Documents from the Mysterious Briefcase.
There.s a Desktop Computer, a Laptop, and various
pieces of Hardware and Wiring, a File Cabinet,
Simple Weapons and Tools, Granite, etc.

int. Jason.s Home – FLASHBACK – 9 months ago

Jack closes and relocks Jason.s Safe, zips his Bag
and stands. Jack pulls out his iPhone and calls Jason.
Jack waits for Jason to pick up.

(v.o.) Jason

mm yes Hello


hey look, this is – uh


I know. I saved your number.


Hm. Well alright – look, I want to tell you I think
making a mistake, not going with our full family
package. Buddy, I tell ya – without cameras, red alert
sensors, monitors and bugs, or some kind of alarm
system with a chain of command: god forbid, your
loved ones could be the target of some random
criminal act. Their safety, not to mention their lives –



I.m sorry sir – you know, stepped over my boundaries.

ext. Jason.s Home – SUNNY DAY

Jack exits Jason.s Home, closes and locks the Door
and walks swiftly down the Sidewalk, moving casually
while glancing left and right.

ext. Jack and Linda.s house – DAY

Jack walks up the street to Linda & Jack.s house.

int. Jack and Linda.s house

Jack enters as Baby Razor and Beefcake play
on the Carpet.



Beefcake be good. Cmere Baby Razor, come here.

Jack (pauses), listening – then opens his Bag

and removes the Long Lost Large Diamond.


Razor – look. Our first diamond.


And a big one at that – lookit that sucker

(enter Linda)


Jack Jesus Lord what in the fuck is that ?



Jack. On monday I.m at my office and I happen
to hear a nice young – I – John Fitzgerald Patrick
what are – Jack please tell me. Tell me how – what
in the hell.s going on ?


Come here beefcake, cmere boy. Alright, Jack tell us
something. what.s happening ?


darlin if that.s that poor boy.s diamond, we have got
to give it back.

(KNOCK) on the Door.


Jack starts toward the Door. The Cordless

Phone (RINGS)


Get the phone.

Jack crosses and opens the front Door. Linda goes

for the Cordless Phone. A Mysterious Briefcase sits

on his Welcome Mat. Jack gazes carefully around,

then kneels and opens the Mysterious Briefcase,

which is stuffed full of Documents, old Drawings,

and color Photos, news Articles – all about Jason,

his family, and the Long Lost Large Diamond. Jack

pulls a Card from the Mysterious Briefcase and

closes it quickly. Linda returns to the front Door

with Cordless Phone in hand.


Jack – who is the one eyed mercenary ?

Jack examines the Card – double sided with Black

Ink on Gold – two words: one on either face of the Card.

Someone Knows

ext. the Storage Facility – NIGHT

Jason.s Car pulls in. Jason keys in his Code

and enters.


ext. Karen.s Apartment – NIGHT

Karen steps off the City Bus, approaches the door,

and stops. Karen screams and collapses on the ground

in a fit of anger. Karen pauses to remove a Small Key

from her brassiere, then rises and opens her Mailbox.


int. Karen.s Mailbox

Karen finds her Keys, wrapped in a Note and a Few

Chocolates – all safely tucked away in her Mailbox.


The Note reads: my dear madamoiselle Karen, please

meet avec moi ce soir pour les aperitifs a la petite cafe

dans la rue.


ext. Karen’s Apartment – NIGHT

Karen opens up a Chocolate & eats it; sprints to her Car,

hops inside, and speeds off.


int. Jason.s Storage

Jason flicks on a Light Switch, then closes & Locks

the Door; peers around nervously, digs through

the Boxes of Crap, and pulls out a Soft Bag and

holds it up for Sirius to see.


ext. La Petite Cafe Dans La Rue

Karen brakes hard and leaps from her Car, leaving
her Keys in the ignition and the Door Ajar. Karen
walks slowly and casually, yet deliberately in to the

(V.O.) the Frenchman

Ce n’est pas une pipe. The door is a jar. Merci – fumer,



int. La Petite Cafe Dans La Rue

the Frenchman awaits Karen. Karen sits.

the Frenchman

I should say we are alone. Bienvenue, mes amies.
Tu es tres, tres jolie. Pardonez-moi, pour vous etes

magnifique. Beaucoup de bises. Ecouter, ma petite

cherie. Ma chou de vivre. Ma belle riposte a chaud

cafe au lait.




What does it all mean ?



the Frenchman


You are to me a cabbage. In my land, it is much kind

of sense, you can understand ?




Why did you want to meet me ?


the Frenchman


I fear you may be in grave danger.




Really ?

the Frenchman

In particular, non. Just an example: I kid.
Very sorry, this is no good joke. Is for your


Is my baby in danger ?

the Frenchman

Non, non – No. He is fine.


Then –

the Frenchman

It is for your family. Please do not gasp

again. I am wanting to make films. This

maybe is hard to explain, but I am – you

know, nevermind. You want for your

family, what is the best. As do I. You are

beautiful woman, Karen. Do you know

your son is owed a millions of dollar

inheritance ? Where do you know your

son is, madamoiselle Karen ?




the Frenchman


Ah yes, cette homme – your husband cares

for your family, madame. But he does not

know what it is he keeps. And he will lost it

all, for all three of you. Believe me – for I

have read the playbook-




Waiter. (SNAPS) Wine. Please.


the Frenchman


-You must do this for your son: tell Jason you

know about his inheritance. Say, trust me – my

husband; for your family and his future, for

your child – you must help him sell the jewels

. . . and then bring them – or him – to this man.


the Frenchman hands Karen a Card,

which reads: One Eyed Mercenary

Lonesome Gulch, 999 North Pleasant



the Frenchman


For as I said, you are a beautiful woman.

A boy needs a father – and a man without

any house can not be a man. . . Call him

this weekend. On – Saturday – and let him

know of your aching for his love. Miss him,

and I will see you again.


the Frenchman rises and exits. We see

the name of the Cafe (La Petite Cafe dans

la Rue) A Waiter brings Karen her Wine.

Karen texts some one on her Phone.




A Waiter


Ahem. 9.50.


ext. the Palatial Grounds of a Mansion – Saturday – DAY

the Frenchman sits and talks with Jason
on a large and opulent Patio, surrounded
by verdant Gardens and a Lush View.

the Frenchman

For me, I believe in some more of consequence

than coincidence. Where ever we cross, there

becomes collateral – never can you escape.


the Frenchman

Do you know what it is I mean ?


Look, Pierre – Pierre, calm down. Look, listen
man – calm and chill it out; like quiet it down,
dude, I.m bein serious. You got to chill out,
now, freaking me out, like, a little.

the Frenchman

Simple – ecouter. You have with you an

inheritance of bad luck. Say; good riddance,

I shall take this off your hand.




How do you know Jack, anyhow ?


the Frenchman


Yes, I meet Jacque some good many years away.




Say, tell you what – how much would you give me

for ‘em; I mean all of it – the –


the Frenchman whips out a Pen, scribbles

a number on Something and shoves it across.




Sixty thousand dollars !?


the Frenchman shrugs, apologetically.


  the Frenchman


Inflation, recession, the market, bubble burst, you know.

Picking up pieces out from rubble. In this case, you are busy,

my apologies . . . you will have only the most potent decisions

upon your horizon.


Jason.s Phone rings and he answers.




Karen ?


V.O. Karen


Would you quit sounding like a bitch and put my husband

on the phone ? I want you back. Now. Stop fucking lying to me.


(Their conversation fades down.)


the Frenchman


May I ?


the Frenchman walks off, hops a Fence and leaves the Grounds.

We follow him as he walks briskly down the Street.


(V.O.) the Frenchman


I am wanting always to make more of films.


the Frenchman hits an Alley, turns a Corner, and books it.


ext. Palatial Grounds of a Mansion – Saturday – DAY

A Well Dressed Man approaches Jason,

who is still on the Phone with Karen.

A Well Dressed Man

Sir, this is private property. May I help you ?

(V.O.) the Frenchman

I do not want to make up the cinemas francaise no more.

(V.O. Karen cooing and bitching in the background.)

A Well Dressed Man

Excuse me, sir, would you come with me ?

(V.O.) Karen

You wouldn.t hold out on me, would you ? Jason,

I swear to God


Pierre ? Give me just a moment. I.m a bit lost – I.m

looking for . . .

(V.O.) Karen

Are you fucking listening to me ?

A Well Dressed Man

What are you doing here ? Sir, you need to answer

some questions.


Could you please repeat that ? I.m sorry, I was just meeting
with – would you excuse me for a second  ? I think my friend
must have gone inside.

A Well Dressed Man

Come with me.

A Well Dressed Man leads Jason down a Path.

(V.O.) Karen not even paying attention.




Where is Sirius, is he with you.

A Well Dressed Man

Sir, you need to focus and answer my question.
Where is your friend ? Who was that man with you ?
What are you doing on this property ? Or should I
call the authorities ? tresspassing right now.

Would you like me to call up my boss – and ask him

what to do with you ?


(V.O.) Karen

Do you love me ?  You never loved me


No – hold on. My friend, Pierre was just here.

(V.O.) Karen

Who are you talking to ?

A Well Dressed Man

What friend, I don.t see anyone.


He must be. He went towards the house . . .

A Well Dressed Man

This is the ambassador.s house. telling me
your friend brought you here ?


I think – I guess . . . he must, maybe he knows Pierre

A Well Dressed Man

Your story.s not making sense. Where.s your friend then,
if you have a friend ? Is this yours ?

(V.O.) Karen

Fuck you Jason.


A Well Dressed Man gestures behind Jason.

A Well Dressed Man

There.s been a lot of break in.s recently, but daytime – getting pretty bold. . . . I guess I better call it in.


Who are you ? What have you done with the french guy ?
Are you – is this about the – ? I have to go . . .

A Well Dressed Man

Sir, I need you to –


I – I gotta run.

Jason takes off in some direction, sprinting. A

Well Dressed Man does not follow.

A Well Dressed Man


Pan Out on the Grounds. The Mansion is being emptied

out by Men in Painting Masks & Coveralls, packing

everything into a Large Unmarked Truck.


ext. Karen.s Apartment – SATURDAY – EVENING

Jason pulls up in his Car, double parks & calls Karen.
Agitated hand gestures. (Pause.) Karen comes out

onto the Sidewalk. Jason talks through his Car Window.

Karen starts to go back inside. Jason exits his Car and
stops her from leaving. They argue on the Sidewalk.
Karen.s Car is parked badly, taking up Multiple Spots.


Would you just move your car and let me in?


I have nothing to say to you.


I just want to see my son.


It.s not your day


It actually is my day


Well he doesn.t want to see you.


I want to show you something.


I.m busy.


Can I just show you something ?


Sirius & I


Would you please move your car? Karen ?

Karen gets in her Car and moves it up. Jason
re-enters his Car and tries to park. Jason asks
Karen to move up a little more. Karen pulls
Jason out of his Car and re-parks his Car, then
pulls her Car back into its space. They both
walk into the Building.

int. Karen.s Apartment

Karen leads Jason in. Baby Sirius sits in his High Chair
with Food Smeared all over his face. The Dog Sirius sleeps
in a corner. Karen gestures and Jason sits somewhere.



Baby Karen.


Jason, what do you want ?


Baby, baby Karen.




Could I excuse my self, just for – uh, just one moment.


Oh My God.

Jason gets up and goes to the Bathroom. He is
not quite sure where it is.

int. Karen.s Bathroom

Jason closes the Door and takes a moment
to breathe, slowly. Jason calms himself &
looks in the Mirror; he cleans up as well
as he can, washes his face, straightens up
his clothes and hair, etc. Jason takes one
last look in the Mirror & turns toward the
Door; he pauses to exhale, check one of his
pockets, and then pull out the Soft Bag of
Diamonds. Jason touches the Diamonds

gingerly, maybe kisses them, and carefully

puts them back in his pocket. Then, Jason

takes one more breath and –

Karen (Outside the Door)

Jason – Jesus, what in the god damn fuck
are you doing here ?

Baby Sirius (CRIES).

Karen (still outside)

Damn it Jason, upsetting my son.

Jason opens the Bathroom Door.


You know – it.s a good thing not in charge;
because, if you were, there would be pigs flying
all over the place.


You know I still love you ?



And I want to tell you a story. May I ?


Alright – Karen, I love you. done a lot of things
for the love of you. Not all of them – I can clearly tell –
were …. were …. purely heroic –


What the hell are you talking about ? You sound
like a fucking soap opera.


Karen, look – can you remember that time – months

ago . . . when I started acting kind of crazy.


I think I can remember. It was around when I
left your limp dick.

Jason steps up and grabs Karen around
the waist. Jason pulls her close and kisses
her deeply until Karen collapses backwards
in his arms. Jason releases Karen for a moment
and catches her just before she falls to the floor.

He begins to make love to her.


What about your son ?

int. Karen.s Apartment

Karen rises from the floor wearing a Partial
Outfit and lifts Baby Sirius from the High Chair,
cleans him up, and lays him in his Crib. Karen
goes to a Bar, pours two Drinks, and brings
one to Jason, reclining under Lamplight.




Wine ?




Why not ?


They sit for a moment. Karen goes for a Pack

of Cigarettes, but it.s empty.


Look, that was probably just a freebie. I had it coming.



They sit and listen to the sound of quiet.


Check this out.

Jason pulls out the Soft Bag and pours
the Diamonds into his hand.


There.s a great story behind these, but I.m beginning
to think I don.t know –


How much –


– the half of –


How mu-


-it, huh, I.m sorry ?


How, I said – um. Are they, what – where.d you –
tell me the story.


I really oughta . . . confess… Kare Bare, listen – we don.t
have to always be so serious, right ? Little tomato
face and the pillowman –


The tomato head.




The Tomato Head


and the – and Pillow face.


Sweet little pillow face




Pillow head pillow face & the tomato one in

the quilt on mom mom.s guest bed. For two

days – we had her old house to our self and

she went out camping with a bunch of church

ladies –




Oh, I thought she was dead.




-in autumn, for two days – it was like a ritual.




We had her old house to our self in autumn

for two days –


Jason goes to put the Diamonds down, then

thinks better of it.




The anniversary of when Grandpa went. They were

going to bury him with that quilt, but I just remember –

I can remember Dad napping in it, before he left. And

I wanted to keep it – I wanted to keep it, so we kept it

and they buried my grandfather. Where they buried

my father. all buried there – all the men in my

family. The men only. None of them stayed with their

wives . . . or the wives left when they wouldn.t get

buried together? It doesn.t make any sense, Karen –


Karen moves to Jason and strokes his hand;

fondly, cautiously.




I don.t want to be buried there. And I don.t want to –






But they kept the quilt, we kept that quilt and it was

there, that weekend . . . on our bedspread with that

brass everywhere & the rattling springs, just getting

lost in that bed. And the man had a pillow for a face –

or a man with a pillowcase on his head, maybe ?




You were the pillow face. But you called me a tomato.


(V.O.) the Frenchman


A bit maudlin, yes; but, what is love ? La coeur voudrait

qu’est ce que voudrait.




I didn.t really get it, but you hugged me and gave me

the bell laugh. My shoulders were sore, you hugged

me so hard. You were all rose blossoms & hickory

from the firewood – and you hugged me tighter when

I talked to the little happy tomato guy. Pretended

I was pillow face. It was only two years ago & with

every thing it.s been ages.


They drink.


I haven.t been with any one.

Karen.s Phone (BEEPS) again. Jason is idly
turning the Diamonds over in his hand. Karen
walks over to her Phone.


You had a confession.


Sure, sure. . . it wasn.t signed . . .



Remember that investment with my friend,

Jack ?


Mm hm.


Well . . . you never knew what it was about… and
when you left me; I realized I should have told
you . . . It.s what I used to keep in the safe. Until,
Jack told me they might be safer in storage.
Which I thought was silly, because, you know –
it.s a safe. But, I – I.m sorry. I.m starting kind of
in the middle.

Karen shakes her head vaguely.


You left me before our baby had names for us.
I know, because – while you were packing; I was
standing in the kitchen with Sirius, asking if he
would say my name. And I would have taken
any thing but he wasn.t talking.




But I understand.

Karen gets up, goes to a Cupboard, & pulls

out a Paper Bag, uncrumples it, & reveals

A Paper Towel Wad.


With these, baby…

Karen opens the Paper Towel Wad to
expose one sparkling Little Diamond.


It was me.


Where did you-you knew ?

Karen nods. (Pause.) She offers Jason the Little

Diamond. Jason hands Karen the Soft Bag & pours

the Little Diamonds and the Long Lost Large Diamond

through Karen.s hands and into the Soft Bag.


Did you tell anyone ?

Karen shakes her head. Karen.s Phone

(BEEPS) and Lights Up with a Text Message.

Karen leaves the Soft Bag on the Table and

goes to her Phone.


You knew the whole time ?

ext. Sidewalk – CLEAR DAY – FLASHBACK – 9 months ago

Karen discreetly follows Jason. Karen wears
an Elaborate Disguise, clothing wrapped and
piled as to conceal her entirely.

Cut Back.

int. Karen.s Apartment

Karen touches Jason.


After I found out. I knew.


Okay. What did you put on a disguise-


-That day…


-the day I-


…same day a bird shit on you.

ext. Busy City Street – SUNNY DAY – FLASHBACK – 9 months ago

Jason is walking briskly and stops
as a Bird Shits on his hand.

int. Karen.s Apartment

Jason reaches for Karen.


The day I caught the bird shit – when
I went to see the fat guy in the yellow

shirt at that pawn shop on seventh.


ext. That Pawn Shop on 7th – SUNNY DAY – FLASHBACK 9 months ago

A Fat Guy sits on a Lawn Chair outside

& motions for Jason to come inside.

Jason gestures about washing his hand.

A Fat Guy shakes his head & tries to

force Jason inside.


int. Karen.s Apartment

Karen and Jason shyly Smile at each other.


He was a great fat guy


But he got weird and tried to lock me in –
you were there? He almost locked the door

on me. I couldn.t get anything.


I followed you. Some days I followed to see

where you worked. But you didn.t work any

where. And then. . .


You followed me to the pawn shop and – I knew

I shouldn.t have told Sirius the combination.



We don.t have to live at anybody else.s pace.

You and I could . . . would you believe-




-Look, honey-


-remember the little-




-Don.t push it. Okay, babe.




What are you going to do

with those diamonds ?

Cause I know a guy.


ext. Karen.s Apartment – NIGHT

the Frenchman is smoking a Cigarette

in the Street, watching through a Window.

Rain falls.


int. Grocery Store Aisle


Linda is shopping in the Frozen Aisle. New Kitten

pokes out from Linda.s Purse. Linda calls Jack.




Are you there? You know I.ll be home in a minute.

Well, where are you going . . . I was going to make

us some dinner – it.s – you haven.t been home.

It.s fine; are you coming- I just thought . . .

I.m not. I.m not making a- okay, then. Alright fine.


ext. The Scraggly Woods – NIGHT – DRIZZLE

Jack is smoking a Cigar, talking on his iPhone

and burying Beefcake the Dog. Beefcake is

buried up to his Snout. Jack adds Dirt to

the Mound, finally obscuring Beefcake.




Oh. And the kitten died.


Jack ends the call and throws down his

Shovel. Jack uses his iPhone to look into

his empty House through a Spycam.


int. Jack & Linda.s House – Spycam – SATURDAY NIGHT

Jack and Linda.s House is empty. The Spycam

is in a Cat Clock. It is 7:59pm.


ext. lamplit streetcorner – NIGHT – RAIN

A Tinted Sedan. Linda exits one Leg at a time,

wearing a suggestive Minimalist Ensemble.



Linda texts Karen.


1 want U 2nit lets leave


Linda exits A Tinted Sedan, carrying her Purse.




Linda puts her Phone away and walks up to Bike

Cop in A Little Alley. New Kitten pokes its head

out of Linda.s Purse.


ext. A Little Alley – NIGHT – RAIN

Linda speaks quietly in Bike Cop.s ear. Linda walks

off slow and sexy.


ext Linda.s Corner – NIGHT – RAIN

Linda stands on a Streetcorner – at first shyly; then,
more provocatively.

ext Linda.s Corner – NIGHT – RAIN

Older Gentleman stops to speak closely with Linda.


Linda leads Older Gentleman toward Seedy Motel.

int. Motel Room #69

Linda shuts the Door of Motel Room. Older Gentleman
is delighted and pulls out a Lot of Money, throws it
on the Bed. Bike Cop busts through the Door and comes
flying at Linda. Older Gentleman runs out the Door.



Older Gentleman flags down Driver of Tinted Sedan

and begs, pulling out Credit & Debit Cards.

Older Gentleman

Just drive me to an atm.

int. motel room # 69

Linda takes a Pile of Money from the Bed and leaves
the rest of the Cash. Linda kisses Bike Cop goodbye,

crosses to Door; opens Door and walks out of Motel

Room #69.


ext. Seedy Motel – NIGHT – RAIN TAPERS OFF

Linda opens Door of Motel Room #69 and exits. Linda

closes the Door and walks toward the Parking Lot. A Tinted

Sedan pulls up in front of Seedy Motel.


int. tinted sedan

Linda climbs in a Tinted Sedan. Driver nods.

ext. Seedy Motel – MILD RAIN

A Tinted Sedan drives off. The Rain stops.

int. tinted sedan

Dashboard Clock reads – 10.01pm Driver

hands Linda a Wad of Cash.


ext. Linda.s therapy office – CLEAR NIGHT

Blinds drawn, Lamp lit from within.




int. LINDA.S therapy office

Jack combs through Linda.s files in the semi darkened
room and listens to her client session-Tapes. Jack fast

forwards, plays, Notates, pauses, thinks, and plays again.

(v.o.) tape recorder

needless to say i was traumatized – i never use the atm
anymore. i keep most of my money in my parent.s old house
on folsom gulch. if i were to get robbed – i shudder to think.
it used to be we had those what do you call fancy alarms, but

with the recession – and on my pension, geez louise.

Jack hears (NOISE FROM OUTSIDE) and stops the Tape.



Jack looks around, flicks off the Dim Light.



Jack re-arranges Linda.s things how he found them,

places the Tape back in its File, gathers his Bag and moves

to the Door. Jack exits.


ext. Linda.s therapy offices – NIGHT

Jack walks away as the Frenchman steps out

from Shadow.

the Frenchman

Monsieur Jacque


Who are you – I don.t know you-

the Frenchman

Yes, you are expecting to meet with a man

named Pierre ? Are you not ?


Oh well — are you Pierre?

the Frenchman

It is obvious, you do not know this man.


I –

the Frenchman

And he have not met you. Les deux, vous deux

of you have never even seen each another.


the Frenchman

I think so, because I do not recognize you. And you –

do not recognizes me also —


Look, cut the crap.

the Frenchman

I am prepared to pay one hundred thousand dollars
for this diamond – do you have her ?


I – (pause) I don.t have it on me … Where have you been ? been trying to contact you for –

the Frenchman

Ah – then you know where she is – Esmerelda… la Kingdom

Diamond… the Lady of Mapungubwe… or some like to call…

l’Enfant terrible nombre Quatre…


I – uh –

the Frenchman

…Jewel of ye old Fort…


-I know the guy – the uh, one who has it –
he . . . wants to sell it to me — do you . . .
do you need to examine it first or — ?

the Frenchman

These documents you sent upon a fax to me were,

you say, vraiment conclusivity. Mais oui. Your little

man produced no diamond – please do not fail me

also. I will be forced to call upon –




-no –


the Frenchman


-our unseemly mutual acquaintance…


-no – unnecessary; I.ll see if I can arrange –

the Frenchman

…my associates will be leaving tomorrow night.  You have

not the world only gem. Maintenant, merci – Nous ne sont

pas des… the… the – hagglers  . . . I await your contact.


Just don.t … Scare him off, trying to buy him off on the spot.


He deals only with me.

the Frenchman departs into Shadow. Jack pulls out

his iPhone and checks his Spycam.


int. Jack & Linda.s House – SATURDAY NIGHT – RAINSTORM

The Spycam in the Cat Clock. It is 11:59pm.

ext. Linda & Jack.s House

The Tinted Sedan pulls up in front of Linda & Jack.s House.
The Driver.s Door opens; he walks around and opens the Car

Door for Linda. Linda steps out wearing Suit Pants & a Business

Casual Jacket, carrying a Purse. New Kitten sticks its head out of

the Purse. Linda walks up to the front Door and lets herself in.


int. Karen.s Hallway

A Gloved Hand places a Thick Manila Envelope
outside the Door of Karen.s Apartment.

int. Karen.s Apartment – SUNDAY MORNING

The Soft Bag of Diamonds is no longer

on the Table. Baby Sirius begins to cry.

The Dog Sirius eats from a Garbage Can.

Jason prepares Breakfast at the Stove,

wearing Karen.s Apron.



Hang on, baby. Poppa.s here. Say

Poppa. Poppa.s over here with you.

We got a plan, man, not a van damme

action plan. But we got a plan, man;

I gotcha plan right here.


Kare Bare – do you want some eggs or something ?

Karen opens the front Door and enters.




Karen ?




Why do you have a package on the doorstep.




Hey, darlin… didn.t know you were out…




You know it.s really not safe to hold on to

these diamonds. We should move them.


Jason pauses, then continues cooking.




That.s what the french man was saying.




What.s the deal with that guy ?




Pierre ? He wants to pay – a – good amount

of money for ’em.




What kind of money ?




Thing is – I.m just not sure I can trust him. I might

have to ask Jack –




You know, I better go talk to my guy.


Karen lifts Baby Sirius, her Purse, and the Diaper

Bag. Jason looks with panic at the Diaper Bag.




I.ll, uh, I.ll go with you.

Jason throws down his Utensils, takes off his Apron
& shuts off the Stove. They exit the Apartment.

int. Karen.s Hallway

Jason lifts the Manila Envelope from the floor. It reads
JASON in thick black Sharpie. Jason considers the Manila

ext. Karen.s Apartment – Sunday – MORNING

Jason, Karen, and Baby Sirius get in Karen.s Car.
Jason straps Baby Sirius into his Car Seat. Karen
holds her Purse and locks the Diaper Bag in her
Trunk. Jason carries the Manila Envelope.

int. Karen.s Car – SUNDAY MORNING

Karen starts the Car and pulls out of her Parking Spot,
lightly bumping Jason.s Car on her way out. (Awkward


Lil kiss, lil love tap.


You better move your car tonight, it.s street cleaning.


You know, –

Karen.s Phone (RINGS). Karen puts in her Bluetooth

& answers.


int. Linda & Jack.s House

Linda holds New Kitten & talks on a Cordless

Phone. We look out a Window and up a long Hill,

lined with Houses and Telephone Poles.


Hey, I finally reached you.

ext. Up the Hill – SUNDAY MORNING

We look from a distance down the Hill, upon Jack & Linda.s
House. Jack staples Missing Dog Signs to Telephone Poles,
surveying the Neighborhood.

(V.O.) Linda

I just – really been wanting to connect & talk with you.

int. Linda & Jack.s House

Linda wanders through the House in her underwear.


Did you get my messages ? You know been thinking about
us . . .

int. Karen.s Car – Sunny Sunday

Jason tries to turn around and engage with Baby Sirius.


Yeah of course.

Karen glances at Jason.


No – it.s fine. just been really busy; you know – with our
projects … work stuff.

Jason turns back around to regard Karen.


I would love that – yes. Yes, friggin exactly. Anywhere – not even –
well, obviously; but I.m saying, like exclusively … it doesn.t need
to be only beaches . . . I like bargain shopping anyway. . . Linda!


Have you really done that ?

int. Karen.s therapy office – FLASHBACK – 9 months ago

Linda and Karen sit and talk. Linda reclines on her Couch;
one Shoe half-on, with her Hair Down  & her head back.
Karen sits adjacent in a Large Chair, listening intently.


I just want to remind you, Karen;
I know I said it before – that I am
recording our conversation.


That.s fine.




You know, I love listening to you talk.


My Jack used to say things to me, like that.


You know how people change ? Jason – my … well,

my husband: he used to … pardon my french – he

used to be a man who put it in where he wanted to

– – – I don.t mean to be vulgar, but let.s face it Linda;

I need to be fucked. Have you ever felt that way ?





I think I know what you mean




Have you ever done anything exciting ?




Karen, I feel I must tell you-




What is it, Linda ?




Karen –








Yes, Linda.




Karen, I don.t think I.m quite certain whether I know

how to remain- to become your therapist and treat

you properly.




Don.t you want to go on vacation ?




Karen, do you understand this isn.t therapy and

I can.t – I will not; I.m not your thera-


Karen pulls a Little Diamond from some hidden place.




I found this diamond. It was in my husband.s safe.

He had lots more; I don.t think he.ll miss it.


Linda turns off her Tape Recorder.




I know the combination because he talks and talks

and he never goes to work – he.s too busy talking.




Technically if married all property is shared.






From a legal standpoint.






I.m not a lawyer.




Linda, I like you.





I like you too, Karen.


int. Karen.s Car – SUNNY SUNDAY

Jason sighs & opens the Manila Envelope, angling
away from Karen.s view. The Manila Envelope contains
Full Color Photographs of Karen & the Frenchman
at La Petite Cafe Dans la Rue.

ext. Soccer Field – FLASHBACK – Day – RAIN – 9 months ago

Jack and Jason sit on Bleachers and watch
a Soccer Team run laps in Cleats, Shinguards, &
Uniforms on a Muddy Field. Jack wears
a Brown Overcoat.


One more lap, one more lap

Jack gives Jason a slow and guarded look.






It just isn.t fair. First they take one of my little ones.

Then they come back and steal the biggest of all – and

all, of ’em. All the rest of ‘em. My kid.s college fund. Every

thing. (sigh) I.ll have to go get a job now.



There is somewhat of a standard procedure for this.

I.m not your fucking mental health specialist.


Jack grimaces.




Jason tries to hand Jack a Stack of Cash.




Jesus, man. Put it in an envelope – haven.t you ever

seen a damn movie ?

Jack gets up to walk away; turns &
regards Jason with peripheral vision.


Any decent noir-


Jack pulls out his iPhone and mimes

receiving a call. Jack scans the area
mid-range, up close, and perimeter.
Jason fumbles the Stack of Cash back
in his pocket.

ext. soccer field – DAY – RAIN


Long Shot. Jason tries to hand Jack

a Stack of Cash. Jack gets up and steps

away. Jack makes a Phone call and

looks around.


ext. soccer field – Day – RAIN

Close Up. Jack frowns.

ext. soccer field – Day – RAIN

The Camera runs along with the Soccer Team.


One more lap, one more.

Jack hands Jason something.

ext. soccer field – Day – RAIN

Jack hands Jason an Envelope plastic-wrapped
from some store.


That.s – here – this is 3.50 now, you understand what

I.m saying. Do I need to send you a fuckin invoice ?

Jason tears open the Envelope.s Packaging
and litters, hesitates, then reconsiders. Jack

coughs. Jason looks around slowly and

stuffs the Stack of Cash in the Envelope.


This is all I have – you don.t have to count it.
It.s all there.


Fucking un professional.

Jack sits back down.


How much do you know about these jewels of yours ?
Well – the one you used to have. The one you lost when
you – uh, neglected to invest fully in our security package.
I could have run you to the front of the list – if, you know
let.s forgo the history lesson –


No – I.d like to hear-


Christ.s jism in the lady magdalena.s little cunt – we got a narrow
window – your prime suspect is laid up in the motel over there – I
brought you this close, but – no – why don.t we cover civics and
geography as well . . . geology . . . oceanography –


What do I have to do ?

Jack your stones, buddy. Go in there
and reason with her; word from the dive –
she.s a bit of a nympho slut – might be coke
everywhere . . . she had one visitor . . .


How did you ?


You want a gun ?


a – what – no ?


A fucking gun. Bullets cost extra. Shovel, duct tape, extra.
Am I making my self clear ? Or you want to go in there

with a bucket of champagne, celebrate we found her ?



Fuck. Do what the fuck you like.


Just just just just – just, could ya just –
(clears throat) would you tell me just what
you found out. And how you know this


Know her ?


How you found her ?


And lower your tone when you speak to me, boy.


Look did I just pay you 600 dollars.



You may have a point.


Tell you what, begin at the beginning, right ?


Mister –


Call me Jack.

Jason and Jack shake hands.


I.m sorry I didn.t trust you, before.
At the bar – been jumpy.


Well, you bumped into me.


Rightly – well, yes. Rightly so.


So, look – do you want to know about the diamond
you lost ? You want me to tell you what I know about
the ones ya still got ? You wanna – do you want to show
me one and have my opinion as an amateur jeweler – or
do you bust into that room where your burglar friend
might be keeping your little diamond for you –


I told you they stole – she took everything.


Right, right.



Cuz I – uh, checked the register and she um well,

she seems to be scheduled for an early checkout


Just – quickly, tell me what you found.


Okay – look. There used to be a prison somewhere
– hard to pronounce name. got it.

Jason nods


your uh, your grandfather – grand great some relative
was in this jail – in this prison. from what i understand
he looked a lot like you – little older, these are ancient – not new documents –


Can I see ‘em?


I don.t think that.s in your best interest – listen, we don.t
have much time – the, uh, the warden died one night;
apparently he was in the diamond trade and someone
killed him and i don.t know. there was a riot, i had to
translate it from the transcripts, news articles – czech
journals, russian news, dutch, afrikaans – listen half of
it was memoirs in german – i dunno how to read all this
stuff, i.m a researcher -now, look –

Jack gestures to the distance. Bike Cop stands

by a Freeway, wearing all Spandex & surveying

the area through Binoculars.


He.s a cop. we got to move – you do.
This prison – some kind of riot – people
died. some one got free – that.s your, uh
granpappy or whoever. Got it ? Now, you
want a weapon – you going in ? Or should
I hit the horse races ? Go find your diamond,
and your, uh, other diamonds.


Where do I – where should I look ?


She.s in room 69. How clear do I have
to put it ?

Jack lights a Cigar.


Jason shoves the Full Color Photographs
back in the Manila Envelope. Karen happily

chats away. Jason hesitates & then calls Jack.

(v.o.) Jack

From what I can tell, there.s a lot of people on the look

out for your bounty. Might want to let me handle it for

you, take care of everything.


Listen, I need to talk to you. You better tell me where your
office is, because I want to meet with you. And your fucking
frog ran off on me – just when I was ready to make a deal –


First Class!


I don.t even know how to reach him —

I.ll deal with who the fuck I want-


ext Jack and Linda.s house – SUNNY SUNDAY MORNING


Jack walks down the Sidewalk, toward home;

carrying a few left over Missing Dog Signs &

his Stapler.




Well – if you want to lose them again,

it.s your party.


Jack hangs up and glances at his iPhone Spycam.


int. Jack.s Spycam

Linda paces in her underwear.


Well, come see me tonight – he.s never around… a surprise ?

int Linda and Jack.s house


Jack enters, hears the end of Linda.s conversation

& startles Linda.




-can say it again; I.m tingling with excit – Oh.






Well, I.d love to see you later.






Later, hon.


Linda slowly hangs up the Cordless. She (pauses),

then methodically begins a random Household Task.



Remember when you found me holding that . . . rather

large diamond.


And we hatched a little plan together.






That was the first time conspired to give money




Can I have a minute ?



Sure- yes, of course; how are you doing ? What

do you need ?


Beefcake ran away.

int. Karen.s Car

Karen still chatting. Jason trying to nap.


Then, should I come around tonight ?

Okay, bye.



Who were you talking to ?


Was that . . . that shrink?

ext. One Eyed Mercenary.s HQ – AROUND NOON

Karen.s Car pulls up to the One Eyed

Mercenary.s HQ. A Sign hangs from

a Shingle:


One Eyed Mercenary – Private Eye

Special Investigations – Hired Dick


The Premises is surrounded by

some kind of Thick Swampy Tar.


int. INNER DOOR TO Jack.s Lair

Jack leads Linda into his Lair.

int. Jack.s Lair

Jack shows Linda all the Diamond Research.

int. One Eyed Mercenary.s HQ – FRONT OFFICE

Jason and Karen sit in Straight Backed Chairs before

the Great Desk of the One Eyed Mercenary. The One

Eyed Mercenary sits astride the Great Desk, directly

over and in front of Karen. Jason holds Baby Sirius

and sits very still, studying the room. Karen.s Purse

sits in the center of the Great Desk.


Hired Dick ? I.d never heard of that. That.s very interesting.
Did you know that, honey ? Tell me some more about that,
mister —

The One Eyed Mercenary

One Eyed Mercenary.



Is that – anything for short – or . . . ?



The One Eyed Mercenary

I.m the One Eyed Mercenary.


Now, some people won.t deal with me any more
in town on account of they say I fucked em. And
it may be I fucked em a bit. But not too hard, not

too deep. And I always told em, like I.m about to

tell you – if I sees a chance, I.m gonna fuck ya’s –

so don.t gimme no reasons.


Ho – Okay, well certainly given us a lot
to think about . . .

The One Eyed Mercenary

I don.t think fully shown you the package I can offer.


Well, I.d like to see it-


What are we meeting about, now ?


I think what the man is trying to say . . .



Jason stands and places Baby Sirius on the Great

Desk. One Eyed Mercenary moves behind Karen

& places both hands on her shoulders.

The One Eyed Mercenary






One Eyed Mercenary










One Eyed Mercenary






-that.s fine; we-we-we get it. made-


One Eyed Mercenary got a deep purse – private & I.m guessing

real liquid assets; talking riches, for you –

more sacred than valuable –


Jason made your point; I don.t think we.ll be doing



One Eyed Mercenary massages Karen.s shoulders.


One Eyed Mercenary


. . . treasure. Am I wrong, sugar plum – hot

little number…




precious kitty; beyond priceless, wet pussy

you.d maim for… over hot hours of summer …

fevered snow – each night in a granite box

caked with vomit from dying soldiers begging

to bleed the last of their worries out on your

rapidly dulling shank.




One Eyed Mercenary


Years of trailing, not a little behind – far behind –




You wonder if it.s big enough. Not just long, thick enough-

ever put your balls on a scale ? And just weigh ‘em. You

measured your shaft- why not your balls ? Raw data.




One Eyed Mercenary


I got a scale – need a scale ? What you need ? Lil

blow, lil smoke ? Crystal ? Who you looking for ?

You saw the sign out front – I got a lot of signs . . .

pretty girl, but it.s like the man said to me, first

day in – you look like you could use a friend-




I don.t appreciate-

One Eyed Mercenary


– staring down a parade of false or fallen gods

on this cavalcade of hate, shit, swamp & thirst –

the knuckles of your brother tied up in a leather

bag around your throat; balls free, carrying your

waterskin despite the weight- am I making any

sense ?




-Because that lie-




-is what you got keeping you from choking on

the sand under your blistered scab . . .




…beach without ocean… You been there ? Know where

I.m at – ?




Jason shakes his head.


One Eyed Mercenary


-all cargo far too holy to profane will remain wholly

protected, within my vault.




Have you seen our safe ?


int. One Eyed Mercenary.s ANTECHAMBER

One Eyed Mercenary leads Karen deeper into

his Bunker.


One Eyed Mercenary


-Better than the bank – this chamber is more protected

than the Federal Reserve.

Karen steps in. One Eyed Mercenary follows her
inside and pulls the Door closed. The Lock (CLICKS)
into place.

int. One Eyed Mercenary.s Vault

The Vault is mostly empty with a Barrier, dividing

the space into a Larger and a Smaller Area.


One Eyed Mercenary


I wanna show you something.


One Eyed Mercenary leads Karen beyond the Barrier

to a Simple Toilet – a Large Hole dug into a Cavernous



What.s your real name ?

One Eyed Mercenary

Danger, love – for you. Trouble.

int. One Eyed Mercenary.s HQ – Front Office – Early Afternoon

Karen.s Phone (BEEPS). Jason opens Karen.s Purse
& lifts her Phone. Jason accepts Karen.s Incoming
Text Message.


Do U hav pssprt ? Let.s fly 2nt
I23 Van Buren Lane – UR my brite-est

gem. no tkt b4 I3mo 1 chekd.


Jason places the Phone back in Karen.s Purse

& discovers the Soft Bag. Jason opens the Soft

Bag, revealing the Diamonds inside. Jason fishes

Karen.s Keys from her Purse and glances at

the Doorway. Jason pulls Karen.s Phone back

out of Karen.s Purse & reads the Text Message





Jason carries Baby Sirius to Karen.s Car,

holding Karen.s Keys. Jason unlocks the Trunk

and pulls out the Diaper Bag. Jason changes Baby

Sirius’ Dirty Diaper in the Trunk and throws it in

the Plastic Bag. Then, Jason places the Long Lost

Large Diamond in the Plastic Bag. Jason pulls out

a Fresh Diaper and lays it out underneath Baby

Sirius. Jason lays the Soft Bag of Diamonds on top

of the Fresh Diaper. Jason wraps Baby Sirius in

the Fresh Diaper.




We got to get you some more food.


int. One Eyed Mercenary.s Vault


One Eyed Mercenary gestures to a Chair.


One Eyed Mercenary


Sit there.




Anything else you need ?






Do you work for that weird french guy ?




Are you going to hurt me ?


One Eyed Mercenary unlocks & opens the Vault





-is he rich ?


One Eyed Mercenary leaves, then shuts & locks

the Vault Door.


How rich is he- ?

ext. One Eyed Mercenary.s HQ – Mid Afternoon

Jason lifts the Diaper Bag & Baby Sirius out of

the Trunk, unlocks the Driver.s Side Door, throws

the Diaper Bag on the Passenger Seat, and gets in.

Jason awkwardly secures Baby Sirius in his Car

Seat from his position in the Driver.s Seat. Jason

starts Karen.s Car & pulls into gear. Karen.s Car

rolls to a stop.


int. One Eyed Mercenary.s HQ – Front Office

One Eyed Mercenary enters from the Antechamber
to find that Jason & Baby Sirius have left. One Eyed
Mercenary watches through a Window as Karen.s

Car pulls away up the Road. One Eyed Mercenary

grabs Karen.s Purse.


int. One Eyed Mercenary.s Antechamber


One Eyed Mercenary opens the Vault. Karen stares,





Tell me what you.ll do with me-



-don.t leave me in suspense . . .


One Eyed Mercenary flings Karen.s Purse

inside & locks the Vault.


int. Karen.s Car

Jason drives and chats with Baby Sirius.


We.ll get you some food son, don.t worry-

Jason opens the Diaper Bag.


You want some carrots – whoa –

Jason closes the Diaper Bag.

int. The Big Safe

Karen plays with her Phone.

ext. One Eyed Mercenary.s HQ PARKING – Mid Afternoon

One Eyed Mercenary climbs in a Large

Truck, pulls out a cell Phone, dials, & drives

down the Road.


int. Linda & Jack.s House – Mid Afternoon

Linda prepares Dinner. (MUSIC
BLARES) Linda rocks out; singing,
dancing, playing with New Kitten.

ext. Seedy Motel – NIGHT RAIN – FLASHBACK – 9 months ago

Jason tears his Bloody Shirt off and throws it down.
Jack sends Jason off running. Jason slips, pulls

out a Walkie Talkie, throws it to the ground &

catches his breath. Jason takes off running again.




Jack pulls out Walkie Talkie, changes

channels, and checks in.


Roger. I made him park a half mile away. He won.t
even look back. Copy that.

(v.o.) Bike Cop

Alright. I.m gonna get the fuck up out of here.


Do you read me ? Hold your position & sit tight. doing okay but it ain.t time to celebrate.

int. Motel Room #69


Bike Cop, wearing one Black Glove, enters

to check on Linda, who is Dripping and nude

from her Bath. Bike Cop.s Belt holds a Knife,

a Walkie Talkie, and another Black Glove.


Bike Cop


Nice work.


They stand and look at one another for a moment

without speaking. A Well Dressed Man bursts in.

Bike Cop pulls out his Knife, clicks the Blade in place

& raises it in his Gloved hand, then puts on his other

Glove. Bike Cop wipes down the Handle and Blade

& holds up the Knife.


Bike Cop

She.s brand new.



ext. Seedy Motel – NIGHT – RAIN

Jack lifts the Walkie Talkie to his mouth

& crouches to gather the other Walkie

Talkie that Jason cast aside.



Jack runs toward the Motel Room.

int. Motel Room # 69


Bike Cop slowly moves between A Well Dressed Man

and the Door. Linda stands frozen. A Well Dressed Man

backs up to a Wall. Bike Cop takes a breath and advances

carefully toward A Well Dressed Man.


A Well Dressed Man

Hello. My name is Roger Smith and I.m selling magazine




We carry trade publications for all associated premiere

north american peer businesses and limited liability


Bike Cop nudges Linda toward the Bathroom.

Bike Cop

Stand back, darlin.

Jack throws open the Door and tackles A

Well Dressed Man to the floor. Jack throws

a foot onto A Well Dressed Man.s chest & begins

to speak, then looks up and holds up his hands

to ward off Bike Cop.


Bike Cop

Should I stick him-


Put the knife away. Hey.

Jack closes the Door.



He.s done here. Out of his league. This guy.s just a stooge.
He.ll run off and forget he ever saw us. And – tell our mutual

friend  I.m out, I.m out forever – and if he can.t understand

that; we.ll cut him up and go fishing. You got all that, Remy ?


Bike Cop puts away his Knife and takes

one Glove off. Jack kneels on A Well

Dressed Man.s neck.




either it.s over or this policeman watched the lady knife you in self

defense, with your own weapon. attempted murder cases against

pretty lil white ladies mostly go one way . . . aggravated assault,

sexual terrorism –


A Well Dressed Man


Okay (breath) Ow – alrigh- argh – Christ, you malignant fuck.

Let me up.


Jack stands. A well dressed man crawls to his knees.


A Well Dressed Man an asshole, Jackson.


A Well Dressed Man turns to leave.




And my Pappa was a rolling stone.


A Well Dressed Man opens the Door.


Bike Cop


Lemme –






A Well Dressed Man slams the Door.




Linda touches Bike Cop.




Who was that ?


Jack leaving – hey, princess. Put some fucking

clothes on.


ext. Country Side – Late AFTERNOON


Karen.s Car putters along on a Hilly Country Road

in the hours before dusk. A peaceful scene. Another

Vehicle accelerates into frame, races past Karen.s

Car, & speeds away.


int. One Eyed Mercenary.s Vault


Karen.s Phone dies. Karen gets pissed.


int Karen.s Car – Late Afternoon

Jason drives through an expanse of Country

Side. Baby Sirius (GURGLES) from his Car Seat.

Jason pulls over, stops the Car, & searches for

a Map. Jason steps out of Karen.s Car and

opens the Map.


ext. Country Side – Late Afternoon

Jason steps out of Karen.s Car and looks at a Map;

glances toward the Sun, then sticks his head back in

Karen.s Car and speaks to Baby Sirius. Jason stands

up again; reconsiders the Map, then climbs back in

Karen.s Car.


int. Karen.s Car – Afternoon

Jason checks all his Mirrors, glances at Baby Sirius,
& pulls a U-Turn.


Okay, son, always look both ways before you “flip a bitch”.

ext. seedy motel – NIGHT – RAIN – FLASHBACK – 9 months ago


Jason approaches the Seedy Motel, carrying

a Walke Talkie.


int. Motel Room #69


Jason enters the darkened room & touches everything,

searching for his Long Lost Large Diamond. He finds a

Light and switches it on. Jason sees the Diamond, hidden

in plain sight;




He pulls out the Soft Bag & gently places the Large

Diamond inside. Jason stops – hearing (WATER RUNNING)

from the Bathroom. The Bathroom Door is slightly open.

Jason enters the Bathroom.


int. Linda.s Bloodbath


Linda (QUIETLY MOANING) lays in the Bathtub nude

with her Throat Slit, Blood Everywhere. Jason (SCREAMS)

and drops the Soft Bag of Diamonds. Jason clutches

his Walkie Talkie and calls out.




Jack. Jack. Jack – are you there? Jack –


Jason exits the Bathroom.


int. Motel Room # 69

Jason hesitates, then runs back into the Bathroom.

int. Linda.s Bloodbath

Jason closes his eyes, reaches for the Soft Bag of

Diamonds and lifts it from the floor.


int. Motel Room # 69

Jason exits the Bathroom. Jason.s Shirt is Bloody.




Jack – she.s murdered.


(v.o.) Jack


Roger. The Cop is coming over here, better

move. Over.


ext. Seedy Motel – NIGHT RAIN


Jack stands by some Bushes. Jason rushes out

of Motel Room # 69 in a Bloody Shirt, carrying

the Soft Bag and Walkie Talkie. Jack ushers

Jason into the Bushes.




Did you get it ?




She was dead – I ran . . . they, oh lord. I.m gonna –




Slow down.




I left, I left – jesus, the prints … if –




Calm down.




Help, you gotta fuckin help me – please – I.ll –


Jason fumbles out the Soft Bag of Diamonds.




I.ll give you, I found em-


Jason pours some Little Diamonds into his hand

and offers them up.




That.s my finder.s fee.


Jason pours out some more Little Diamonds, almost

drops the Long Lost Large Diamond, then shoves it

back into the Soft Bag. Jason hands over more Little





Right. That.s very generous. I.ll stall him and –


Jack puts his Little Diamonds away. Jason stuffs his

Soft Bag into a pocket.




Hey, don.t worry – I.ll wipe everything down,

destroy the evidence… I can take care of this.




This ain.t my first date.


Jack leads Jason away down the Road. Jason runs.


ext Linda and Jack.s House – Early Evening

Jason drives up, gets out, grabs Baby Sirius and the

Diaper Bag & (KNOCKS) on the Door. Linda answers.

They gaze at each other for a long while.




Um, how.s your throat ?






Better. It.s a lot better.




Would you like to- ?


Jason enters.


int. Jason.s Home

Jack closes Jason.s front Door quietly and surveys

the empty house. Jack puts away his Burglary Gear

in his Bag, then stands, looking around & notices

the Muffins. Jack crosses the room and looks at the

Bucket, then examines the ceiling. Jack approaches

the Muffins and chooses one, then bites his Muffin &

chews it slowly.



ext. Jason.s Home. – Early Evening

the Frenchman stands in a Shrubbery, watching

Jack through a Window, eating a Crepe.


ext. Jack and Linda.s House – Early Evening

Slow Zoom through a Window. Jason & Linda stand
around awkwardly. Jason is still holding Baby Sirius.

int. Linda & Jack.s House


Linda and Jason stand awkwardly.




I was just making dinner.






What is it here about ?


Jason holds up Baby Sirius and makes a face.

Linda is flustered. Jason kisses Baby Sirius

on the forehead.



I guess I.m looking for answers, actually.






Would you like some dinner ?


int. Jack and Linda.s Dining Table


Linda serves Jason a Plate of Food; pours

him a strong Drink in a Glass with Ice and

pours a Glass of Wine for herself, then sets

herself a Plate of Food and sits. Jason

begins to eat his Food.




You know, it.s been so long since I shared a meal with



They take in the moment.




You want to hear about my first con ?




I guess you already know about it.




Nine months pass by fast, don.t they ?




Maybe not for you-




Who are you ?


Linda glances at a Photograph of Jack

on the Mantle.




I.m not mostly sure.

Jason sets his Fork down.


Don.t you know who I am ?

Linda begins eating. Jason drinks and
looks over at Baby Sirius on the floor.

Jason – my wife.s lover . . .

Linda stops eating.


My ex-


I.m not-




I.m not her lover.




meh – technically I.m not her therapist.

Jason a con artist. Right ? A… bilker . . . a fleecer –
– a . . . a . . . flim flammer — a fraud.


A grifter… hustler ?


Jason Jack.s wife?

Linda empties her Glass of Wine &
pours another.



– I.m not good with words.



Is – is Karen okay ?

Jason stops.


She.s – yeah… I don.t know.


I don.t know what Karen.s up to.



I.m not her lover –


You said-




-that al-


I am- I guess I am Jack.s wife.


We never got divorced.


Linda sighs.


He was my – we were young.


And… it didn.t work out . . . we separated…


Linda inhales.


When he called me again, I had just quit school

and he helped me- whew- alright.

Linda sips her Wine.


He . . . he wanted to help me set up my business –
Jack – Jack, said he was ready to try again. . .





-and we were still – already married.


Linda resumes eating & swallows.




He.s – hm – a handsome man, Jack.




A very well-


Jason stands.




Let.s stay on subject-


-where.s Jack ?


Linda turns.


I don.t ever know where he is. He could be locked

up in his little hole right now, studying your whole



He goes through all my private files.

Baby Sirius makes a (HAPPY SOUND).



int. The Big Safe

Karen sits, holding her dead Phone
& clutching her Purse.

(v.o) the Frenchman

Poor sweet Karen.

Karen approaches the Cesspool.

int. Karen.s Hallway

Jack breaks into Karen.s Apartment, enters

& closes the Door.


int. the Big Safe

Karen calms herself, stuffs her Phone and all her

accessories into her Purse, and takes a breath. Karen

removes her Outer Garments and zips everything into

her Purse. She stands in her underwear, grips her Purse

tightly, holds her breath, closes her eyes and plunges

into the Cesspool.


int. Karen.s Apartment.

Jack checks his iPhone Spycam.

int. Jack & Linda.s House – SPYCAM

Baby Sirius, Jason, & Linda sit on the floor.

Jason feeds Baby Sirius from Linda.s Plate.

Linda and Jason pass the Wine Bottle, sipping.



-and spends his days all cramped up in that cubby hideout

like a ten year old.

Jason stops feeding Baby Sirius.


How you doing, buddy ?


It.s pathetic.


Can I see it?


Uh, no — that.s the point.

Linda stands and gestures. Jason lifts Baby

Sirius and all three proceed to the Locked

Inner Door of Jack.s Lair.


int. Locked Inner Door of Jack.s Lair

Jason holds Baby Sirius. Linda touches the Door.




He has his own entrance – it.s weird.




He lives in there . . . I keep busy.










I.m Linda.






I didn.t get killed- and I didn.t take your diamond.




But I don.t think you know what messing with.



He has maps, charts, blueprints; sheafs of papers –
all the histories of your fucking diamond, your –
your daddy and grandaddy … your lineage.



I never knew anything about it.


Can I steal some space and change my son?

ext. One Eyed Mercenary.s HQ – Early Evening

Karen emerges from the bog-like Cesspool and collapses

on a Grassy Knoll. Karen retches, spits, wipes her hands

on the Grass, wipes her face & hair, wipes her hands off

again; unzips her Purse, pulls out an Outer Garment and

proceeds to wipes her entire body down. Karen shudders,

undresses, and abandons her Pile of Filthy Clothing in favor

of her only clean Outer Garment.


int. Linda and Jack.s Bedroom.

Linda stands in the Doorway as Jason changes

Baby Sirius’ Poopy Diaper on a Large Towel on

the Bed.








So what are you going to do ?



You don.t have to believe anything I say –
I.m not even sure what.s true anymore.
That sounds stupid, doesn.t it ?


-could you leave me, alone ?


I.m sorry-

Linda in my house-







I made you dinner . . . I (breath) I … told you the truth.



I was really starting to feel good today.

Linda leaves the Bedroom. Jason follows. A
freshly changed Baby Sirius lolls about on

Linda & Jack.s Bed, waving his arms and legs.


int. Doorway of Linda & Jack.s Bedroom.





I did everything, but –




Jason grabs Linda.


I.m sorry.

Jason releases Linda.


I.m sorry – for that also.



That.s all anybody wants anymore, is a blow job.



-or a hug.



I can.t fuck you in the room with

my son.

Linda throws her hands in the air

& walks into the Bathroom.


Jason returns to Linda & Jack.s room.

ext. Down The Road from HQ – EVENING

Karen walks down the Road, trying to flag down Cars.
No Cars will stop. Karen sighs and sits down. A Well

Dressed Man pulls up in a Porta-Pottie Truck & offers

Karen a ride. Karen climbs in the cab; they drive off at

an insane pace, A Well Dressed Man.s hand resting on

Karen.s thigh.


int. Jack & Linda.s Bedroom

Jason opens the Poopy Diaper-full of Little Diamonds

and glances toward the Door. Jason gently pushes the

Poopy Diaper-full of Little Diamonds into the Plastic Bag.


int. Bedroom Doorway

Linda stands in the Doorway once again, watching Jason
handle the Plastic Bag.


Lemme help you – you probably want to wash

your hands.


I don.t know how you can stand it… I bet it gets



No – I.m alright . . . it.s not so bad.

Jason tries to leave the Bedroom carrying
the Plastic Bag.


Don.t be silly-


I – like to do it – a certain way…

Jason and Linda carry the Plastic Bag together
to the Trash Bin.


You don.t know where it is –


Just – let me –






-then show me how-


-it.s just-


-I wanna be a mother someday-

Jason gonna rip it . . .

They drop the Plastic Bag in the Trash Bin.



Y.know, maybe I will wash my hands.

int. Jack and Linda.s Bedroom

Linda watches Baby Sirius wiggle on her Bed, then
notices the Large Towel, gathers it up, and tosses it

in a corner. Jason enters the room.




Come here.




Can I tell you a secret ?




I love the phrase, freshly fucked.


Jason moves toward Linda.




I didn.t ever think I.d meet you.


Linda & Jason embrace.




Not here-


Linda leads Jason out of the Bedroom and

pulls him down on the floor.




How do you like it-


int. Jack & Linda.s Kitchen Door

the Frenchman approaches and checks the Kitchen

Door. The Kitchen Door is unlocked. the Frenchman

enters. Jason & Linda (MOAN) from down the Hall. the

Frenchman removes the Garbage Bag from the Trash

Bin & carries it outside.


ext. Jack & Linda.s Back Yard – Evening

On one side, a Neighbor Mows his Lawn. In the Adjacent
Yard – a Family Picnic and Barbecue. All the Neighbors
stare as the Frenchman sneaks outside with the Garbage



the Frenchman shrugs.

the Frenchman

Garbage day, non ? Eh – mais, oui.

the Frenchman throws out the Garbage Bag in a Big Bin
& drags the Big Bin around to the front of Jack & Linda.s

ext. Jack & Linda.s Front Walk – Evening


All the Neighbors are pulling out their Big Bins.


The Neighbors examine the Frenchman & he examines

them even more closely. the Frenchman returns to Jack

& Linda.s Back Yard & addresses the Neighbors.

the Frenchman

Ah, yes – bon nuit.

the Frenchman re-enters Jack & Linda.s House through

their Kitchen Door.


int. Jack.s Spycam

the Frenchman finds a new Garbage Bag for the Trash Bin, puts

it in, and begins filling the Trash Bin with Random Objects. Eventually,

the Frenchman (pauses) to pull his Pants down and Shit in the Trash

Bin. the Frenchman finds Something Soft to wipe himself on & throws

it in the Trash Bin. the Frenchman continues throwing out Jack &

Linda.s things until the Trash Bin is pretty full.


int. Jack and Linda.s Bedroom Doorway

Linda and Jason roll around on the floor. Jason begins
to tickle Linda and she tries to fight him off. Linda shoves
Jason down and sits astride him. She rolls over and lays
back on the floor. The Bathroom Door is Closed.


I thought it – oh boy – you . . . when you drove up, I-


You thought-


-thought you were – were her, like it was Karen
coming to rescue-




-no I know what you mean.



I shoulda gone to college.


Just for the chicks, man – you, a college girl,

man – right ?

Enter Jack, from the Bathroom. Linda and Jason clutch

one another on the floor. Jack watches, drying his hands

on a Hand Towel. Jack throws down the Hand Towel and

reaches out a hand. Jack pulls Jason up from the floor,

then turns to Linda.







Get up – we have company; pick that up.


Jack turns back to Jason.




You want anything ?


Jack gestures to Linda. Linda gets up from the floor

and looks at Jason, silently.




Go on.


Linda walks away. Jack throws an arm around Jason.




How.s the retirement going ?




You fuck – you absolute, ugly fuck.




I kid. the champ-



-but I could kill you… sometimes, this guy. . . this fuckin

guy… Everybody loves you – you know, I talked to a judge

today and I.m not sposed to repeat this, but . . .




Honey – where we at with that – hold on, I.ll be right…


Jack exits after Linda.




Jason (pauses) and runs to the Kitchen. Jack &

Linda are pulling the Garbage Bag from the Trash






Oh, it.s trash day.




Wouldn.t you fucking know it.










That.s right, Linda – Jake you might want to, Jason –

I.m sorry, Jason … Linda, have you met Jason ?




Does anyone know the time ? Linda, can you handle this ?




Because I just remembered – J, gonna love this; take

that out, Linda – Jesus…


Linda carries out the Garbage Bag.




-with this chick – I.m serious, give her five minutes and

she.s sucking down a linebacker like he came in an oreo

milkshake… you got to be careful with those heady types – a hunting guy, right.


Jack steers Jason into his Bedroom.




But, I tell you – did you get to … uh, c’mere –

you feeling ?




You don.t look so well… I know it might seem rude, as

though I suggested you were sleeping with my wife, but –

listen… do you mind if I smoke ?


Jack lights a Cigar.




Want one ?






There comes a time in every woman.s mouth, know

what I mean ?




Lemme know if I should call her in . . . Honey !






I.ll check on her.


Jack exits. Jason looks up to see a Shit Smear on the Wall of Jack and

Linda.s Bedroom. Jason looks out the Window. Jack & Linda stand on

the Front Walk. Linda holds a Garbage Bag and Jack smokes his Cigar,

pointing at their Big Bin. Jack gathers up Baby Sirius & his Belongings.


ext. Jack & Linda.s front walk – Evening

Linda puts down her Garbage Bag. Jack considers the Garbage Bag

in the Big Bin. Jason approaches, carrying Baby Sirius & his Diaper

Bag. Jack notices a Poster regarding Municipal Waste and freezes.

Linda has Shit Smeared on her hand.


Early trash pickup.


I.d better go tell the neighbors.

Jack takes off running down the Street. Linda waves
and sniffs her hand. A Well Dressed Man pulls up in
the Porta Pottie Truck and parks in a Neighbor.s Drive

Way. Karen jumps down from the cab and blows A

Well Dressed Man a Kiss. Karen runs over to Linda.

the Frenchman speaks with A Well Dressed Man.




You want to take a shower ?


Linda and Karen walk into Jack & Linda.s House. They

enter the Bathroom and run the Shower without closing

the Bathroom Door. There is another Cat Clock in the Bath

Room. Jason drags both Garbage Bags to Karen.s Car, un

locks the Car, throws a Garbage Bag in the Passenger.s Seat

and one in the Back Seat. Jason straps Baby Sirius in &

stows the Diaper Bag. Jason climbs in Karen.s Car, turns

Karen.s Key in the ignition, & drives off.


ext. Broken Down Dump Truck – EVENING

Jack turns a Corner, slows to a fast walk, & sees
The One Eyed Mercenary sitting on a Comfy Chair
in the bed of his Large Truck.


I knew you.d be around here, somewhere.

One Eyed Mercenary

Time was – a man was so scared of me,
he stayed down before I hit him.


Still like to sniff your own asshole ?



For what it.s worth –

One Eyed Mercenary

Save it – ain.t worth none.

Jason drives past in Karen.s Car. One Eyed Mercenary

and Jack watch him go. One Eyed Mercenary tosses Jack

a thick Flask.


One eyed mercenary tosses an Unspent Rifle Shell

on the Street. Jack drinks and tosses the Flask back.


One Eyed Mercenary

comes a time –


Can I borrow your truck ?

One Eyed Mercenary shrugs, drinks, and puts

away his Flask. Jack gestures to the Dump Truck.


Happened to the driver ?

One Eyed Mercenary

He fell down.

one eyed mercenary tosses Jack the Truck.s Keys

and climbs down from the truck bed. jack palms

a Small Diamond into One Eyed Mercenary.s hand.


Long time.


Jack speeds along the Fast Lane in the One Eyed

Mercenary.s Large Truck. Jack pulls out his iPhone

and watches through another Spycam.


int. Jack and Linda.s Bathroom Spycam.

Linda washes her hands in the Sink while Karen



Hold on

Exit Linda.

Karen butchers the lyrics and melody of a

popular tune.

enter linda.

Linda holds up a Shit-Smeared Little Diamond

in the Light. Linda steps into the Shower with

her clothes on and holds up the Shit-Smeared

Diamond. Karen washes the Little Diamond off.


Can I borrow some things ?


Mh hm.


You ready to leave ?

The Cordless Phone (RINGS)

ext. freeway exit- evening

Jack veers onto a Freeway Exit, leading to another

section of Freeway, while speaking into his iPhone.


int. Jack and Linda.s House

Linda talks on the Cordless Phone, wearing a Bath

Towel. Karen gets dressed in Linda.s clothes.


-that looks nice . . . I.m not sure I even want to talk to you.


Tell him-


-And frankly


He can.t treat you like that-


You haven.t treated me well for a long time.


Wait, what — how did he die . . . Jack ?


Hello … fuck it.

Karen takes the Cordless and hangs it up. Linda

throws on some Clothes without thinking and they

grab A Couple Suitcases and head for the Door. New

Kitten (MEOWS) from Karen.s Purse.


Should we stop by your apartment ?


Oh, fuck – I always hated that dog.

int. Karen.s Car

Jason drives Karen.s Car with Baby Sirius in his Car
Seat. A Bag of Trash rides Shotgun & Another Bag of

Trash sits beside Baby Sirius’ Car Seat.


ext. City Roads – EVENING

Karen.s Car progresses along City Roads. A Foreign
Car pulls up behind and follows, leaving one car-length

between them.


ext. Gas Station – EVENING

Karen.s Car pulls into a Gas Station. Jason gets out
and Pumps Gas. The Foreign Car pulls into the Gas
Station. the Frenchman climbs out and Pumps Gas.

ext. Long Stretch of Highway – LATE EVENING

Karen.s Car proceeds slowly down the Highway,

followed one car-length behind by a Foreign Car.

ext. Highway Rest Stop – Night

Jason & the Frenchman sit in the Parking Lot

with one Parking Space between them. Jason

gets out of Karen.s Car. the Frenchman climbs

out of his Foreign Car. They regard each other.

the Frenchman

Voulez-vous entendre une histoire, monsieur Jason?


Yes. I would.

the Frenchman

It is a . . . family story.

int. The Old Fort Prison – Solitary Confinement Cell – Johannesburg – 1930s

The Prisoner Roman sits silent in his tiny stone cell.

(v.o) the Frenchman

il y a un homme

int. The Old Fort Prison – Warden Bergmann.s Quarters

Werner Bergmann chuckles into his Safe,
lording over an array of jewelry, Neat Stacks

of Money, and clusters of glittering Gemstones.

(v.o) the Frenchman

qui en colère un homme beaucoup plus puissant

Roughneck Guard stands in a Doorway.


(v.o.) the Frenchman


un homme sans la bonté ou la beauté

Roughneck Guard pulls Esmerelda into

Warden Bergmann.s Quarters. Esmerelda

carries Baby Roma in a Wicker Basket.


(v.o.) the Frenchman


il détruirait tout pour satisfaire ses propres plaisirs –

une monstruosité sans âme


Roughneck Guard leaves Warden Bergmann.s

Quarters and walks down a Staircase.

Warden Bergmann closes and locks the Door.
Esmerelda begs Warden Bergmann.

int. The Old Fort Prison Halls

Roughneck Guard walks to Solitary Confinement Cell.

int. the Old Fort Prison – Solitary Confinement Cell

The Prisoner Roman watches Roughneck

Guard closely.


int. Warden.s Quarters

Esmerelda holds up Baby Roma.

int. Solitary Confinement Cell

Roughneck Guard unlocks The Prisoner Roman.s

Shackles from the Wall.


int. Warden.s Quarter.s

Warden Bergmann smiles.

int. Prison Halls

Roughneck Guard walks the Prisoner Roman

through Prison Halls and to a Staircase.


int. Warden.s Quarters

Esmerelda sits.

int. Prison Halls

Roughneck Guard locks the Prisoner Roman

to the Staircase.


int. Warden.s Quarters

Warden Bergmann strokes Esmerelda.s cheek. Esmerelda

pushes Warden Bergmann away. Warden Bergmann threatens.

Esmerelda offers Warden Bergmann the Long Lost Large Diamond.

Warden Bergmann embraces Esmerelda.




Esmerelda kills Warden Bergmann with the Long Lost

Large Diamond. Warden Bergmann falls. Esmerelda

drops the Long Lost Large Diamond.


int. Prison Halls

Roughneck Guard & Weak Guard hear the (SCREAM & THUD)

& rush past the Prisoner Roman to Warden Bergmann.s Quarters.


int. Warden.s Quarters

Esmerelda notices Warden Bergmann.s Safe, approaches,

& removes the Sparkling Diamonds. Esmerelda lifts the Long

Lost Large Diamond from the floor.


int. Bottom of Prison Staircase


the Prisoner Roman struggles to free himself.


int. Prison Stairs

Roughneck Guard and Weak Guard rush up Stairs.

int. Warden.s Quarters


Esmerelda removes a Cloth from Baby Roma, wipes Blood

from the Long Lost Large Diamond, places the Cloth inside

Warden Bergmann.s Safe; then closes & locks Warden

Bergmann.s Safe.


int. Outside Warden.s Door


Roughneck Guard & weak Guard bombard Warden

Bergmann.s locked Door


int. Warden.s Quarters


Esmerelda hides the Diamonds within the Cushion & Fabric

of Baby Roma.s Basket.


int. Warden.s Door


Roughneck Guard breaks down Warden Bergmann.s

Door & seizes Esmerelda


int. Wardens Quarters


Esmerelda holds onto Baby Roma.


int. bottom of prison stairs


the Prisoner Roman shouts.


int. warden.s quarters


Roughneck Guard takes Baby Roma and hands him

to Weak Guard.


int. top of stairs


Roughneck Guard drags Esmerelda down the Staircase.

Weak Guard follows, holding Baby Roma. Esmerelda reaches

for Baby Roma. Roughneck Guard pulls Esmerelda.


int. bottom of stairs


the Prisoner Roman watches Esmerelda fall down

the Staircase and break her neck.


int. bottom of stairs


Roughneck Guard pushes Weak Guard. Weak

Guard carries Baby Roma through Prison Halls

Esmerelda dies on the floor. the Prisoner Roman

breaks free and kills Roughneck Guard. Weak Guard

throws all his Keys in the Basket and holds out the Basket.

Weak Guard and the Prisoner Roman stare at each other.


int. prison halls


Weak Guard and the unshackled prisoner roman run

through the Prison Halls.


ext. prison gates – Night


Weak Guard and the Prisoner Roman stand

at the Prison Gates. prisoner Roman lifts Baby

Roma from the Basket and runs into the Night.

Weak Guard sees the Diamonds in the Basket &

turns to face the Old Fort Prison, crosses himself,

and strikes his own path into the Night.


ext. Highway Rest Stop – NIGHT

the Frenchman smokes a Cigarette, leaning against

Karen.s Car. Baby Sirius (COUGHS). the Frenchman

offers his Cigarette to Jason, who accepts. Baby Sirius

(COUGHS) again & Jason notices.




Oh, sorry.


Jason tamps out the Cigarette, throws it down, and

turns to the Frenchman.




Uh, Pierre-


the Frenchman


My name is Jean-Michel Dominique Francois Gerard-Baptiste Louis Andre

Javier-Antonio Maximilian Xander-Roman. Aussi, Cette Homme Francais;

ou – the Frenchman. Roma – pour un petite moment. La nom de ma famille.









Did ya still want those diamonds; I got em in one of those

garbage bags in the car.




The garbage is free – you can keep that; I don.t need it.


the Frenchman


Nous sont les freres.




the Frenchman


I will give you, for it – $12,000.




Jason looks at the Garbage Bags.




You mind watching my kid – I gotta take a leak …


Jason walks off to the Toilets. the Frenchman observes,

then leans in & taps Baby Sirius on the nose.


the Frenchman


Nous ne sont pas assi different, vous et moi…


int. Karen.s Car


Jason drives in silence, without the Garbage Bags.

Baby Sirius burbles in his Car Seat.


ext. Mom Mom.s Driveway – NIGHT


A Small Cottage in the Country. Jason

drives up in Karen.s Car and slows

to a stop.


ext. Mom Mom.s Cottage – NIGHT

Jason brings Baby Sirius up to the Porch.

int. Mom Mom.s Cottage

Mom Mom greets Jason and Baby Sirius

at the Door. They enter and move into the

Cottage. Jason breathes a sigh of relief and

hugs Mom Mom again. Mom Mom holds

& kisses Jason. Jason goes around the room,

touching Familiar Objects From his Past.

Mom Mom

Oh my grand darling. Now wouldn.t you just love
a warm cup of tea – Mom Mom keeps coffee too,
I know you city folk.

Mom Mom leads Jason into her Kitchen.

int. Mom Mom.s Kitchen

Jack sits at the Kitchen Table, sipping Tea
and enjoying a Large Cookie.

Mom Mom

I.m quite the cosmopolitan today.

Jack regards Jason with a vaguely amused
stare, then stands and (LAUGHS)


Old boy. Dashing as ever.



And Kathleen … how can I – possibly – repay you ?


What do you think, J – what.d be a suited payment ?


How much gratitude is worth reward ?

Jason freezes and looks from Jack

to his Mom Mom.


You know my kitten died a couple days ago.


How old is a kitten – she was an infant nine

months ago –


Hey –


-like your beautiful baby boy. . . not quite a toddler now.



It can be so difficult to draw lines.


Mom Mom, would you go put Sirius
down for a nap ?


The boy loves his long lullabies – sometimes we.ll

sing together for hours on end. I know he sorely

needs some time with his Mom Mom.


Mom Mom


Oh sweet darling, it.s so good to see you — since

your Grandpa went–




-Love you Ma.


Mom Mom


-my dovey baby unicorn — it.s just so good to

see you, little one . . .


Jason hands Baby Sirius to Mom Mom,

who carefully and arthritically carries

Baby Sirius to her guest Bed room.


int. Mom Mom.s Guest Bed

Mom Mom lays Baby Sirius on an Old Quilt,
patterned with numerous quizzical figures,
including A Laughing Tomato Face and A

Pillow Face in a Yellow Bow Tie. Mom Mom

begins to (SING).


int. Mom Mom.s Kitchen

Jason regards Jack.


Why don.t we take a walk.

ext. Mom Mom.s Woods – NIGHT

Jack and Jason walk in the Woods. Jack
pulls out a Hunting Knife & notches Trees,
blazing a trail as they hike. Jason finds
something by a Creek.


Psilocybin mushrooms around here – sometimes
hikers plant marijuana… look, an arrowhead.



I even once saw a tree frog, I swear was psychedelic.


Couldn.t catch it-


You wanna tell me something ?


What do I know, you don.t know ? He took everything.


He took a shit on us.


You been fucking me – I didn.t fuck your girl.


Maybe I did.


Nothing.s clear – you know, I was born in these woods ?

Jack stabs his Knife into a Tree.


Don.t – threaten my kid-


-I got nothing better to die for.

ext. Mom Mom.s Porch – Night

Jack walks away up the Road. Jack stops and

turns to wave.


I.ll be seeing you all.

Jack kneels by a Rock and lifts out a pair

of Binoculars.


Be seeing ya.

Jack disappears into the Woods.

int. Mom Mom.s Kitchen

Jason picks at some Fungus on the kitchen Table.

Mom Mom

You know, your Grandpa and I-


Mom Mom

I love you, boy. all the son I need.


I.m sure your mother would have loved you,

if she could have found you.

Jason gets up, goes to the Fridge, and pulls

out a Beer.

Mom Mom

And your father never learned to try too hard-

Jason closes the Fridge, then reopens it &

puts the Beer back.


No one reads the future – shit, nobody reads books-


-fuckin … love you, mom mom.

Jason goes to the Door.


I.m gonna…

Mom Mom

Child, wait til I.m done talking with ya.

Mom Mom touches Jason.s arm

Mom Mom

Hold on just a moment.

Mom Mom disappears into the Cottage.

Jason exits.

ext. Mom Mom.s Front Porch – NIGHT

Jason looks up at the Stars.




I fucking love crickets.


Woulda been nice to fuck Linda, though.

Jason sighs.

Mom Mom opens the front Door.

Mom Mom




int. Mom Mom.s Parlor

Mom Mom sits with Jason, holding an Old

Wooden Chest.

Mom Mom heard of a hope chest – well, I hope you like this…

Jason, what with the pension your Grandpa left me, even

after he left me . . .well & he – it.s embarrassing . . .

a good boy.


Mom Mom

I can hardly see how I need these…

Mom Mom opens the Chest to reveal several

Medium Sized Diamonds and a thick stack of

Old Letters & Correspondances, Stamped &

Addressed to and from dozens of exotic locales.

Mom Mom

I thought, maybe …



Did Grandpa have a gun ?

int. Mom Mom.s Guest Bed

Baby Sirius sleeps, gurgles, and rolls over.

We see Baby Sirius has a Tiny Diamond

in one Ear.

ext. the Woods – LATE NIGHT

Late into the night. (ANIMAL SOUNDS & CRICKETS)
A Shadowy Figure traces a Path through the Woods.
Trees are marked with Freshly Cut Notches.

int. Mom Mom.s Guest Bed

Baby Sirius sleeps with a Tiny Diamond

in one Ear. After a moment, Jack climbs in

through a Window, creeps over & steals

the Tiny Diamond, then climbs back out

the Window.


ext. Mom Mom.s Front Porch – MIDNIGHT

Jason sits in a Rocking Chair, beside the Old Wooden

Chest, reading Letters and Correspondances between

his Grandpa & the Prisoner Roman by Porchlight.

A Shadowy Figure moves off in the distance.



Roll Credits.


ext. Jack and Linda.s Yard – 4 DAYS AGO – DAYTIME

Little Baby Razor gets clipped by a Neighbor.s