Int. Anna'S PLACE - mORNING
Anna Pennington stands in her bathroom in front of her mirror looking down at the sink in front of her. She is dressed in only a white button up collared shirt, unbuttoned and pink panties. She is an attractive young woman who is beginning to prematurely show her years. She has sandy blonde medium length hair and milky white skin that hasn't gotten much of the sun.
She stands up straight, a breast exposed, and takes both hands and tucks her hair behind her ears. (The double hair tuck) Her wedding ring is visible as she tucks her hair. She looks at her face in the mirror. Uncertainty, sadness, entrapment, dread. All these things are hinted at as she looks at herself for the first time in quite a while.
Int. Jake'S apartment - moRNING
The morning light peers into the living room. Tim is asleep on the couch with the fire jacket as a blanket. Tim wakes up suddenly.
TIM
Ahh.
He sits up quickly and the hangover hits him.
TIM
Oh, man.
He looks around for his watch. He finds under the fireman's hat sitting on the coffee table. He looks at the watch and lays back down grabbing his head and looks to the ceiling through his fingers.
TIM
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Tim continues to lie silently.
JAKE
Tim!
Tim turns only his head towards Jake. He can see only Jake's knees.
TIM
Huh?
JAKE
Get up. We gotta take that stuff back.
TIM
What stuff?
JAKE
The fire stuff.
TIM
(muttering)
Why? I should probably get to work.
JAKE
Just get up.
Tim grabs a duffle bag and a pair of dress pants that hang on the closet door and follows Jake out the door.
EXT. Jake'S PLACE - day
They walk out into the front yard of the large red house. GAY ERIC stands, hose in hand watering the shrubs. Eric wears tiny hot pants and tight muscle shirt with sunglasses, much too stylish for this town.
They walk to Jake's car, parked on the street. Jake carries the fire gear, with Tim carrying his dress pants and small duffle bag.
Gay Eric
Good morning!
Jake looks over at him and shakes his head.
JAKE
Good lord.
GAY ERIC
I'm gonna install some new kitchen cabinets up in your place today. OK?
JAKE
OK, Gay Eric.
GAY ERIC
You got that video tape from the other day?
JAKE
Oh, yeah, its on top of the TV.
Gay Eric looks at Tim.
GAY ERIC
We really got those local news mother fuckers.
Tim looks at Jake.
TIM
What's he talking about?
They get to the car.
JAKE
I'll tell you in the car.
Int. JAKE'S PLACE - day - flashback
Jake sits in his chair as his phone rings. He has his dinner on a plate in his lap. He answers the cordless phone.
JAKE
Hello. What's up Gay Eric?
GAY ERIC
(filtered)
The local news is setting up the front lawn.
JAKE
Really?
GAY ERIC
(filtered)
Some Mexican beat up a girl across the street and threw her out the window.
JAKE
I saw that.
GAY ERIC
(filtered)
Well anyway, turn on your TV and tell when they go on the air. I'm gonna soak those bastards.
JAKE
Yeah, sure.
Ext. JAKE'S PLACE - day - flashback
SARAH VAUGHN a novice reporter for the local television station, a station in the second to the lowest market size, begins her live stand up for the six o'clock news.
Sarah
That's right Dan, behind me is the house where yesterday's disturbing incident took place.
Suddenly, poor Sarah is dowsed in a huge waterfall by two lawn sprinklers.
SARAH
Ha-ha
Int. Local news studio - day - flaSHBACK
Two local news anchors sit at the anchor desk. The lead anchor, DAN, looks at the monitor in front of him.
Dan
Uh, Sarah. Sarah, are you...Well.
He looks up at the camera.
DAN
In other news the sheriff has vowed to clamp down on Crystal Meth houses in the county...
Ext. parking lot across from the fire house - day
The boys look a bit bedraggled. Tim has changed into dress pants and a short-sleeve collared shirt and tie. The shirt partly buttoned, the tie undone. They sit on the ground, Jake wearing the same clothes as the night before. Somehow his hair is unchanged. Their backs rest against Jake's '79 Oldsmobile 88 for support. The car sits in the parking lot across the street from the Fire house. The fire gear lays on the ground in front of them. Jake sits close to the tail of the car. He turns his head and peers out towards the fire house. He quickly looks back.
TIM
Still there.
JAKE
Yeah. He's sweeping up, he'll be done in a minute.
Tim shakes his head.
TIM
My golf clubs still in your car?
JAKE
They're in the trunk. You need 'em?
TIM
No. No.
JAKE
I'll take 'em upstairs when I get back.
TIM
Whatever.
Jake looks around again and sees a fireman still out front, sweeping up the sidewalk.
JAKE
You gonna get in trouble for being late?
Jake turns back around.
TIM
Huh?
JAKE
Nothing.
TIM
No, man. What'd you say? I heard something.
JAKE
Don't worry about it.
TIM
Fuck.
JAKE
Fucking potty mouth.
TIM
So I can stay at your place for a little while?
JAKE
Yeah, sure.
TIM
It's tough to live out of your car, when you got no car.
JAKE
Just get the damn thing out from my front yard.
TIM
Right, We gotta get out of here, man.
JAKE
You're right.
TIM
At least we got those pictures.
JAKE
Oh.
TIM
Oh, what?
Jake gets up.
JAKE
No film in the camera.
Jake heads over to the driver's side car door.
TIM
No film?
JAKE
(O.C.)
No film!
Tim reaches for the fire gear.
JAKE
Just leave it.
TIM
OK.
Tim gets up and hops in the car.
They roar off in the car leaving the fire gear behind. It is now visible to the fireman sweeping the side walk.
The fireman looks up arches forward to get a closer look. He sees the gear in the parking lot. The fireman rushes into the street to try to get a look at Jake's car, but the car has since disappeared around a corner.
The fireman puts down his broom. He spies the gear laying in a pile across the street. Shaking his head, he walks across the street and picks up all the gear and brings it back into the fire house.
EXT. Edwards ford new and used car lot - day
The car lot is a typical American car lot located near the highway. A large banner is draped over the show room entrance, "Sell-a-thon".
Tim walks towards the show room door, fiddling with his tie. A large middle-aged salesman, PAT, cuts him off. Pat chain smokes Kool cigarettes and always has one in his mouth.
Pat
Tim, what the fuck?
TIM
I know, I know. Did Edwards notice I'm late?
Pat merely laughs and points to the banner.
PAT
Sell-a-thon.
TIM
I know. So what?
PAT
Yeah, so what.
Pat walks away in disgust.
Tim opens the door. He is cut off by Edwards, the tall skinny (in a red neck, Billy Bob Thornton kind of way) owner of the dealership.
Edwards
You, uh. What the hell's your name?
TIM
Mr. Edwards, it's Tim.
EDWARDS
You got any stuff here, pack it up and go. You're dead weight.
TIM
What?
EDWARDS
It's after noon. You've already cost me thousands today, boy.
Tim looking downward tries to find a way to explain.
TIM
I know I screwed up, but I know I can sell big today, just give me a chance and, and uh...
Tim looks up to see Edwards has long since departed back into the show room.
Pat, approaches from the side.
PAT
I got you this job...last a week.
Tim turns to him.
TIM
It was more like ten days.
Pat pulls a pack of Kool's from his shirt pocket and holds it out towards Tim.
PAT
Smoke?
He nods and takes the cigarette, stowing it above his ear and walks away.
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