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"Still" by Steven J. Fauquier First Draft March 14, 2005 Second Draft E-Mail July 12, 2006 email@example.com
This screenplay is copyrighted to its author. All rights reserved. This screenplay may not be used or reproduced without the express written permission of the author. FADE IN: INT. KITCHEN - DAY A table holds a sandwich on a paper plate. A single chair is pulled out away from the table. Two windows in the background welcomes the SUNLIGHT into the tidy home. MACHINERY is making a GRINDING noise somewhere outside. The scene remains serene, undisturbed for a beat. ANTHONY WATERS, mid thirties, saunters into view holding a glass filled with soda. He takes a seat at the table, sets the glass down, pulls in his chair. He takes a large bite of the sandwich. The machinery stops. Birds chirp. Anthony smiles between bites, savoring the silence. He takes a small sip of soda. Sudden KNOCKING on the door. Anthony gets up, perturbed, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. INT. DOOR - DAY The door opens. A MAN, shirtless, sweat perspiring from his hairy chest, wipes his brow with his forearm. He squints. MAN Sorry to bother you sir, but we ran into a little problem. Anthony studies the Man closely. ANTHONY You're the ones putting in the Jenoff's pool, right? MAN Yup, that's us next door. The Man motions to two vans parked on the neighbor's driveway.
2. ANTHONY This is the first time it has been quiet in days. What's the problem? The Man wipes his brow once more. MAN Well, we have a first timer in our crew. This is his maiden job so to speak. He accidentally dug the hole for your neighbor's pool too wide. It reached into your yard. Just barely, but it did. ANTHONY You're... joking? MAN I'm afraid not. ANTHONY (Flustered) Well what in the hell was he doing operating the heavy machinery if he didn't know how to use it? MAN He does know sir. It was an accident. We'll repair it right away. Anthony takes a deep breath. Settling. ANTHONY As long as nothing's permanent, and you guys can fix it, I guess... there's really not much I can do. Just try to be more careful. I'm not all that thrilled with the whole thing as it is. MAN I understand sir. And again, sorry to disturb you. Anthony nods, closing the door. MAN Oh wait! Anthony opens the door, annoyed. The Man reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a faded brown piece of paper. It is folded in half; not in good shape.
3. MAN We found this under your property where the hole was... made. He offers the paper to Anthony. MAN Didn't know what it was, if anything. But it was on your side of the fence so we figured we'd pass it on up to you. Anthony looks at the disgusting piece of paper for a beat before taking it. MAN I didn't let any of the boys look at it... thought it could've been private. ANTHONY Or wiped on somebody's privates, but thanks. I always enjoy collecting extra pieces of garbage. Anthony wipes some dirt off of it with a grimace. MAN Well, sorry again for the inconvenience. We'll patch the hole up like new. Don't even worry about it. Good day. The Man turns and begins walking down the steps. Anthony watches him leave. He looks down to the faded, filthy paper in his hand and shuts the door. INT. KITCHEN - DAY Anthony sits at the table, chewing his half-eaten sandwich. The filthy brown note lies on the table next to his glass of soda. Anthony continues to look at the note out of the corner of his eye. beat. He swallows what remains in his mouth, picks up the note from the table and heads for a nearby garbage can. Pressing down on the pedal with his foot, the lid pops open; he drops the note into the garbage and slams the lid shut.
4. Anthony looks out the window as machinery GRINDS away. His gaze slowly drops back down to the garbage can. He steps on the pedal and reaches in, picking the note out of the garbage. He begins to unfold it carefully. EXT. BACKYARD - DAY Anthony jogs down the side hill towards the many oblivious MEN working on his neighbor's pool. An EXCAVATOR GRINDS away as it digs into the soil. A small, rectangular hole about five meters into Anthony's property has been filled. The Man with the hairy chest is on his hands and knees, carefully replacing new pads of grass onto the soil. Anthony approaches behind the Man. ANTHONY (Muddled by machinery) Excuse me. The Man doesn't hear him. ANTHONY Excuse me! The Man turns around and spots Anthony. He stands up. Looking over to the excavator, he makes a quick gesture, the motor begins to shut down. Birds chirp. ANTHONY I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. The Man waits for the excavator's engine to completely settle before smiling and extending his hand. MAN Henry. Anthony quickly shakes his hand. ANTHONY Henry, so- - HENRY gestures back to the hole.
5. HENRY I'm fixing 'er up right now. ANTHONY No, not that. Anthony holds up the piece of faded paper, still folded. ANTHONY This. Where did you get this? HENRY I told you sir, right under- - ANTHONY But who came upon it? You? Henry shakes his head "no" and looks around at his men. HENRY Dallas! MAN'S VOICE (o.s.) Yeah? Henry beckons with his index finger. DALLAS approaches, shirtless, sweating like the rest. DALLAS What's up? Henry motions to Anthony. HENRY This is mister... ANTHONY Anthony. Just Anthony. HENRY Mister Anthony. He owns the property where you- - Anthony holds the paper up, stepping in. ANTHONY You found this? DALLAS I did.
6. ANTHONY (Motioning) Right there in that hole where Henry said it was? DALLAS Yes sir. Is their a problem? Anthony looks at both Henry and Dallas, squinting suspiciously. ANTHONY Who dug it? Henry and Dallas turn their heads to the excavator. A YOUNG MAN, in his early twenties, leans out from the seat, makes eye contact, then quickly looks away. Anthony watches the Young Man before returning his gaze to Henry and Dallas. ANTHONY If this is a joke. I don't find it the least bit funny. HENRY Hold on a minute. We found this underneath your lawn as I told you. We don't even know what's on it. If anything at all. DALLAS What does it say? Anthony eyes Dallas. ANTHONY Here, read it. Anthony hands him the faded brown paper. Dallas unfolds it. Looks it over. DALLAS What is this? Mumbo jumbo? ANTHONY Read the third stanza. Out loud.
7. DALLAS Oh... um... (Reading out loud) "The first human being who remains consciously still in a public location for a period of seven days, without assistance of drugs of any sort, and is not suffering from any illness or involuntary loss of movement, will be endowed with the power of the very God that created them" (beat) That's all there is. Dallas slowly folds the paper back up. ANTHONY Now, I'll ask you again. Is-this-a- joke? Dallas shakes his head in disbelief, he unfolds the paper once more, reading it again to himself. DALLAS (Eyes on paper) Your guess is as good as mine mister Anthony. If it is... it's missing the punchline. He looks up. DALLAS Wouldn't you say so? HENRY Give me that. Henry snatches the paper from Dallas. He reads it to himself. Beat. HENRY Jesus. ANTHONY Yeah, no kidding. HENRY What's this other- - ?
8. ANTHONY Don't know. My guess would be that it's the translation into other languages. Henry nods his head slowly. His eyes dart to the bottom of the page. HENRY Or maybe our language is the translated one. You see when this was dated? ANTHONY & DALLAS (In unison) What? Anthony and Dallas close in around Henry, eyes trained on the paper. HENRY (Reading out loud) July twenty third, eighteen-eighty- four. ANTHONY (Extending hand) Give it here. Henry passes Anthony the paper and looks to his Men. Anthony looks the paper up and down. Henry spots the Young Man, who is standing nearby, listening intently. Henry redirects his gaze. HENRY You hearin' this? A MUSCULAR MAN with a shaved head is working on the layout for the pool deck. He mixes around wet cement, subtly nodding his head. Anthony turns to look at the Man. He notices a '666' tattoo on his left arm; another tattoo that resembles vines poking up from his shirt on the back of his neck. Anthony, Henry, and Dallas look back to each other. HENRY Never says much.
9. ANTHONY I like him already. Well, aside from the... never mind. Anthony looks back down to the faded paper, feeling along its rough edge. ANTHONY You know... (Shakes head) Nah, forget it. DALLAS C'mon. Speak on it. ANTHONY It's nothing. HENRY You know, having an idea and not voicing it is like turning on a lightbulb then leaving the room. Anthony stares at Henry. HENRY What's the point? Dallas stares off into space. DALLAS That's true. Anthony snickers. ANTHONY Well in that case, I was just going to say that this looks like it came from a book. It's ripped down the side, like a page that has been removed. But I wonder... Henry stares at Anthony who is suddenly lost in thought. HENRY What? ANTHONY Where's the book? All three Men look down at the newly filled hole with pads of grass covering three quarters of it. Beat.
10. DALLAS You know what? I can't believe we're actually falling for this. (Laughs) Some kid probably buried it before you moved in here. Or some dog. ANTHONY Doubt it. I'm the first owner of this house. DALLAS Maybe some kids were starting up a time capsule back then, huh? Maybe one of them dug the hole and buried it? Henry laughs to himself. Anthony looks up to the Young Man standing nearby. ANTHONY Anything is possible. The Young Man quickly looks away, after being caught staring. The Men stand completely still, eyeing the paper for a long beat. WOMAN'S VOICE (o.s.) You know gentlemen, I'd like to have my pool ready by as soon as possible. The Men look up to the deck. An attractive WOMAN with long blonde hair stands with a hand on her hip. HENRY Yes, sorry ma'am. We'll get right on it. Anthony waves. ANTHONY Hi there Janice. JANICE JENOFF gives a polite smile. HENRY Scott, back to work. The Young Man, SCOTT, heads back to the excavator.
11. Dallas nods to Anthony and heads off. The Muscular Man with the shaved head and tattoo begins the process of shaping and molding the cement into a block. Henry extends his hand to Anthony. HENRY Good day sir. Anthony shakes it. HENRY You know if you want that note out of your sight, I can take it off your hands for you. Anthony shoves the paper into his pocket. ANTHONY Good day, Henry. Have my lawn repaired by tomorrow, okay? Henry nods and smiles. The excavator comes to a GRINDING start. DISSOLVE TO: INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT Anthony lies on his side watching TELEVISION on his bed. The faded paper lies on his bedside table; folded, filthy, fluttering in a breeze. INSERT TELEVISION A tropical island paradise is displayed on the screen. WOMAN'S VOICE (On T.V.) Have you ever wanted to get away from the grind of everyday life? A golf course surrounded by palm trees and canyons with waterfalls on either side. WOMAN'S VOICE (On T.V.) Feeling like you are stuck in one spot is more common than you think... PEOPLE scuba diving with exotic sea creatures.
12. WOMAN'S VOICE (On T.V.) Escape to the Cayman's... Various COUPLES drink and laugh at a bar; the night atmosphere lit up by various bright, neon LIGHTS. WOMAN'S VOICE (On T.V.) And let freedom wash over you... Waves rush over the white sand of a beach. WOMAN'S VOICE (On T.V.) ... a tropical getaway you and your love ones won't soon forget. Anthony shuts off the television. Dejected. He turns to a PICTURE on his bedside table, where he is standing behind a Young Woman, arms wrapped around her stomach, both smiling. He turns on his back, looking up to the spinning ceiling fan. Putting both arms at his sides, his body suddenly tightens up. He closes his eyes, not moving a muscle. beat. He shivers. EXT. BACKYARD - NIGHT Anthony walks wearily down the side hill. He carries a shovel. A patio LIGHT illuminates the backyard. He reaches the spot where a hole used to be; it is now covered with brand new grass, pressed flatly against the soil. He penetrates the ground with a single downward thrust of the shovel. EXT. BACKYARD - LATER NIGHT Anthony has dug a hole, about three feet deep. The shovel stands straight up in the dirt, Anthony lies on his belly atop the grass on level ground. He pushes soil out of the way with his hands. Searching desperately, he continues his dig.
13. EXT. BACKYARD - LATER NIGHT The ground has been repaired once more; except this time a lot less professionally. The grass is out of place and uneven over the protruding soil. The patio is completely dark. INT. BEDROOM - LATER NIGHT Anthony lies in only his boxers on his bed, eyes closed, semi-washed arms at his side, perfectly still. The overhead fan no longer spins. No breeze. The faded piece of paper remains on his bedside table, completely still. DISSOLVE TO: EXT. BACKYARD - DAY Machinery GRINDING. Dallas now mans the excavator. Scott works on the deck layout. Cement has been filled into the hole in the Jenoff's yard, creating a shell at the bottom and up the sides. Henry stands off to the side with Anthony. He wipes his brow. ANTHONY (Loudly over the machinery) So if you could fix it up once more, I'd appreciate it. HENRY (Loudly) Not a problem. Just make sure you keep an eye out for anymore of those damn raccoons. ANTHONY (Loudly) Yeah, most definitely. They won't be messing with my lawn again, that's for sure. (beat) I got a shovel. Anthony puts his hands in his pockets.
14. ANTHONY (Loudly; simultaneous) So I see you got... HENRY (Loudly; simultaneous) So what did you do with... ANTHONY (Loudly; simultaneous) ... the kid a new job. HENRY (Loudly; simultaneous) ... that note? Anthony and Henry smile at each other. The excavator comes to a gradual stop. Birds chirp. HENRY Yeah... I think he's better at the molding. ANTHONY I would hope so. Scott looks up from the crouch position, smiling. SCOTT Yeah, sorry about yesterday. Anthony looks over and nods his head. He turns back to Henry. ANTHONY So where's silent Bob today? HENRY Who- - ? Henry suddenly smiles, realizing the joke. HENRY Oh, I don't know. Just didn't show up today for some reason. Not the first time. (Under his breath) The prick. Scott forcefully clears his throat, it doesn't seem natural. HENRY (Under his breath) Guess you get what you pay for.
15. Dallas leans out from the inside of the excavator, smiling. DALLAS (Calls to Anthony) So what did you do with that... that page I found? Henry looks to Anthony, also curious. ANTHONY (Shrugs) Kept it. DALLAS Yeah and I bet you tried to stay still right? To see what it would take? Anthony grins, shaking his head. ANTHONY Of course not. I don't really care to be honest with you. HENRY (To Dallas) Get back to work. Dallas checks his watch. DALLAS (To Henry; dismissive) It's lunch. (To Anthony) I know I did. Scott checks his watch. ANTHONY You did? Dallas steps out of the excavator and begins to walk around the pool to the other side. DALLAS (Looking ahead) How could you not? Anthony looks to Henry, smiling. ANTHONY You too?
16. HENRY What are you kidding? My wife would think I'm dead and call nine one one. But after her massage, facial, manicure, and maybe even a vacation or two, of course. I could be rotting for weeks. Anthony snickers. DALLAS (o.s.) And you still wouldn't smell any better! Henry and Anthony laugh. SCOTT (o.s.) Yup, it's lunch time. Scott stands up, brushing off the drying cement from his shirt. Anthony scans his yard quickly. ANTHONY Okay, well... I'm on my way, fellas. HENRY Work? ANTHONY What else? HENRY Mind if I ask what it is you do? Anthony glances at Henry. Unsure. beat. ANTHONY Uhh... I work at home sometimes. Just to get away from the office. The people. Doing... computer stuff. Henry stares at him. ANTHONY I'm a data analyst. HENRY Oh, so you get plenty of practice staying still then? Henry smiles.
17. Anthony politely returns the grin. ANTHONY Certainly goes with the territory. (Smile fades) So I can expect my lawn to be repaired by the end of the day? HENRY You can. Dallas and Scott sit at a picnic table underneath a deck, shaded from the sun. Anthony nods goodbye and makes his way up the hill at the side. Henry watches Anthony leave before joining Dallas and Scott at the picnic table. He takes a seat along side them. SCOTT News says it's going to rain for the next several days. Dallas takes a bite of his sandwich. Henry nods, unpacking his lunch from a cooler. HENRY Then we better get this done soon. Janice steps outside carrying a tray of beers. She looks below just between one of the cracks on the deck. JANICE Thought you boys would enjoy something to calm your nerves? Henry, Dallas, and Scott look above and smile. DALLAS Bring 'em on down ma'am. HENRY We appreciate it, thanks. Janice begins to head down the steps. HENRY (Quietly) Silent Bob sure don't know what he's missing. Dallas and Scott glance at each other.
18. DALLAS & SCOTT (Simultaneous) What? Henry smiles to himself, placing his food out in front of him. HENRY Nah, forget it. DALLAS Don't forget the lightbulb, Henry. The lightbulb. HENRY (Points at Dallas) Touche. SCOTT Wait... what? INT. LIVING ROOM - LATER DAY Anthony sits still in front of a blank spreadsheet on his computer screen. The cursor blinks on and off. He rests his jaw in the palm of his hands. He looks down to his lap; the brown piece of paper is spread out flat across it. ANTHONY (Reading quietly) "... will be endowed with the power of the very God that created them". Anthony rubs his forehead and slowly exhales. DISSOLVE TO: INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT Anthony sits on the edge of his bed, both hands grasping the paper. His eyes continue to cross it back and forth. ANTHONY The first human being. The first. A public place. Seven days. Anthony rubs his temples with his hands.
19. ANTHONY What's the harm if you're wrong? You lose seven days? Who cares? But if you're right... (beat) Don't be a moron. Shit. You're talking to yourself. Anthony stands and stretches, his legs crack. INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT The blurry outline of Anthony in the shower. The mist pours out from the semi-opened shower door. He is standing completely still. INT. OFFICE - DAY Holding a newspaper under one arm, a StarBucks coffee cup in the other, Anthony makes his way passed various cubicles filled with his CO-WORKERS, who don't notice his presence, all focused on their computer screens, typing strenuously. Anthony reaches his cubicle, takes a seat while placing the StarBucks cup on top of the folded paper. He turns on his computer and sits back in his chair. VOICE (o.s.) Waters! Anthony jumps slightly, spins around. ANTHONY (Mimics) Jerry! JERRY stands at the cubicles entrance, arms crossed. He's not pleased. JERRY You're late. He glances at his gold Rolex. JERRY Again. Anthony nods. A subtle gesture. JERRY Do I need to ask?
20. ANTHONY (Innocently) Ask what, sir? Jerry sighs. JERRY Why... were... you... late? Anthony spins around in his chair as his screen blinks on. ANTHONY The weather. JERRY The weather? Don't insult my intelligence Anthony. I drove here too. We all did. The traffic was fine. So explain to me, what does the weather have to do with anything? Anthony types in his password. ANTHONY It determines whether or not I show up. Anthony spins around, smiling. JERRY You work on that one all weekend? Whatever. I don't care. Just get to work. I'm taking the last hour out of your paycheck. Plus another one for being a smartass. (Smiles proudly) Have a good day. He leaves. Anthony turns back to his screen. He attempts to move the mouse, but the cursor is frozen on the screen. He moves the mouse around in a circular motion, the cursor remains still. Anthony sighs and re-boots the computer. He picks up his StarBucks coffee cup and takes a sip. Unfolding the newspaper, he removes the brown piece of paper from inside. A quick look back over his shoulder, he begins to read it to himself.
21. INT. OFFICE - LATER DAY Anthony rushes passed various CO-WORKERS, his head down, newspaper tucked tightly under his arm. He jumps into the elevator and presses a button. He waits, closes his eyes calmly. Beat. ANTHONY (v.o.) A prison is not a prison if you can't see the walls. The doors close. SLOW DISSOLVE TO: EXT. PLAZA - DAY A rainy, gray day. PEDESTRIANS adorned with raincoats and carrying umbrellas scurry by an immense building. Anthony Waters strolls briskly towards the MUSEUM. He wears a dark green rain jacket, a hood over his head. Stopping near the entrance, Anthony looks up to admire a statue. Not quite pristine. Rough around the edges. He smiles and mimics its exact pose, staying as still as he can for a long beat. A group of TEENAGE GIRLS giggle as they pass. Anthony shivers from the cold rain and looks up to the statue. ANTHONY If you were human, you would be a God a long time ago. (beat) And still be. He smirks, rubs it on the leg for luck, and jogs up the stairs towards the doors. We're left looking at the statue; perfectly still. INT. MUSEUM MONTAGE - DAY Anthony brushes passed many FAMILIES. Most of them look as if they just wanted to get out of the rain; bored expressions on their faces as they stare at art behind a pane of glass.
22. Anthony walks through the outer-space exhibits; the dinosaur, pre-historic exhibits; the environment exhibits full of extinct replica plants and animals. He makes his way to the back and briskly walks into a darkened room. A sign overhead reads; 'Wax Museum'. INT. WAX MUSEUM - DAY Anthony stands in front of Captain Kirk. Shatner looks a lot younger. INT. WAX MUSEUM - DAY Anthony sips from a straw in a jumbo-sized plastic cup. He passes Jimmy Hendrix. INT. WAX MUSEUM - LATER DAY Anthony snaps a photo of an ASIAN FAMILY huddling around Godzilla as they pretend to scream. INT. WAX MUSEUM - LATER DAY The Incredible Hulk flexes. Outside, two TWINS pretend to box. Twin #1 steps back and flexes. TWIN # 1 (Growling) You wouldn't like me when I'm angry. He changes poses, still flexing. Twin #2 turns away, not amused. TWIN # 2 Yeah well, I don't like you normally, so you're probably right. Anthony walks passed quickly, his face reddened. INT. BATHROOM - LATER DAY Anthony stands at a urinal. A FAT MAN with thick-framed glasses stands two urinals down. Anthony turns his head to face the Fat Man.
23. ANTHONY I can't go until you leave. The Fat Man turns his head slowly in Anthony's direction. FAT MAN I can't leave until I go. Anthony, somewhat stunned, turns back to face the wall. INT. WAX MUSEUM - EVENING Anthony removes an apple from his pocket and chews it as he stares at the best two parts of Pamela Anderson. INT. WAX MUSEUM - EVENING Anthony talks with an AFRICAN AMERICAN WOMAN as they examine George Clooney in a doctor's uniform. INT. WAX MUSEUM - NIGHT An elderly JANITOR passes behind Anthony. Anthony stares skeptically at someone's wax duplicate he has never seen before. JANITOR Closing time, sir. The Janitor strolls by without looking. Anthony looks on at the waxed stranger with unfamiliarity. INT. WAX MUSEUM - LATER NIGHT The LIGHTS shut off one by one. All is quiet. Anthony stands perfectly still, frozen comically in a running position, against the back wall in a display case. He is on a beach with white sand. Painted waves are behind him. He wears nothing but swim attire. Next to him, holding a red flotation device and wearing red shorts, is David Hasselhoff. Anthony drops to the sand, laughing. INT. WAX MUSEUM - DAY A few TEENAGERS walk up to the display case, facing straight ahead, they shakes their heads.
24. Hasselhoff remains still. Anthony is nowhere to be found. As the Teenagers move down the line, they stop at another display case. They stare ahead in confusion. The cast of Friends sit around in a coffee shop. Anthony is in the background, sitting perfectly still at the counter. TEENAGER # 1 Who's that? TEENAGER # 2 Where? Teenager # 1 points. TEENAGER # 1 Back there. At the counter. The Teenagers lean in for a closer look, faces pressed tightly against the glass. TEENAGER # 3 Who the hell is that? TEENAGER # 2 Probably just an extra or something. The Teenagers pull back, wide eyed, they nod their heads in unison. Their facial marks slowly fading from the clean glass. TEENAGER # 1 Any of you guys find the Jay and Silent Bob yet? INT. WAX MUSEUM - NIGHT No lights. It's closed. Anthony sits in the exact position as before at the Friends counter. His face has turned red. beat. He begins to shake. ANTHONY Shit. Anthony explodes up from his seat, he makes a mad dash out of the display case. INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT Anthony pisses into a urinal. Alone. His head tilted up to the ceiling, a look of relief spread across his face.
25. ANTHONY (Mimics the Fat Man) 'I can't leave until I go.' ... Smartass. INT. WAX MUSEUM - NIGHT Anthony walks along the line of display cases and looks into each, searching for the right spot. He eventually looks into one and smiles. DISSOLVE TO: INT. WAX MUSEUM - DAY A MOTHER shows her young DAUGHTER a display case; the scene of Jesus' birth. Mary holds the baby Jesus, surrounded by Animals and several Wise Men. MOTHER It is good for you to see this. The Daughter tugs on her Mother's arm. DAUGHTER (Whining) I don't care! I want to see Shrek! You promised! The Mother looks around at the other PEOPLE, somewhat embarrassed. MOTHER (Stern and quiet) We will if you be good. Keep making a scene, and no stopping off at Blockbuster on the way home. Period. I mean it. DAUGHTER No! You can't do that! You're not allowed! The Mother looks up and smiles at the other People, who politely smile back. MOTHER A bundle of joy. The Mother tightens her grip on her Daughter's hand and pulls her away as the tantrum continues.
26. The People watch them leave. They turn their heads in unison, eyeing the inside of the display case. One of the Wise Men is lying down on the hay, back turned, with a wool blanket draped over the head and body. An OLD MAN looks over to an OLD WOMAN with confusion. OLD MAN Does this look a little odd to you? The Old Woman studies the scene. OLD WOMAN A little. But they never said it would be completely historically accurate. Did they? The Old Man turns his attention back to the scene, scratching his thin head of hair. OLD MAN Yeah... I guess not. INT. WAX MUSEUM MONTAGE - DAY Various PEOPLE come and go, passing the birth of Christ display case. It doesn't seem that popular of an attraction. Everything within remains perfectly still. FADE TO BLACK FADE IN: INSERT - 6 Days Later INT. WAX MUSEUM - NIGHT The LIGHTS turn on. The elderly Janitor enters the birth of Christ display case, carrying a broom. The Janitor heads to the center of the room, directly underneath a malfunctioning lightbulb on the ceiling. He pokes the lightbulb with the broom handle. The LIGHT FLICKERS to life before dying again. The Janitor sighs tiredly.
27. JANITOR This is it. I'm quitting. He trudges away and out of the display case. CLOSE UP on Anthony. Ghostly pale, his eyes shut tightly. The wool blanket wrapped tightly around his head. He's lost a lot of weight. He looks dead. Beat. The Janitor re-enters with a small step ladder and a new bulb. He places the step ladder directly underneath the defective bulb and begins climbing. Reaching the top, he slowly unscrews the lightbulb. While doing so, he looks down to find his bearings on the ladder. The lightbulb suddenly unscrews, seemingly by its own volition, and falls from the Janitor's hands. It SHATTERS on the one portion of the ground not covered with hay, right next to Anthony the wise man. Anthony's eyes burst open; he turns over onto his back with lightning quick speed, breathing heavily. The Janitor looks down, wide eyed, and lets out a scream. The stepladder gives way, the frightened Janitor tumbles to the hay in a crumpled heap. Anthony sits up and backs himself into the wall, the front of his pants stained with a dark, wet mark that stretches down to the leg. There's a pool of piss where he once lay. ANTHONY (Voice hoarse) Oh please God don't tell me- - ? He stares wide eyed at the unconscious Janitor. ANTHONY You son of a- - ! Anthony looks around in the room in utter horror. ANTHONY No!! He springs up to his feet; grimacing as his legs crack.
28. He hobbles over to the motionless Janitor. He turns him around and takes hold of him by the shirt collar. ANTHONY Do you have any idea what you just cost me! Do you know what you've done?! Anthony collapses to his knees, releasing the unconscious Janitor from his clutches. He falls back on his ass, bringing his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his knees, he buries his head in his little pocket, sobbing uncontrollably. beat. Anthony looks up with tears welling up his eyes. ANTHONY A fucking lightbulb. He collapses onto his back, exhausted from all that lack of movement. SLOW DISSOLVE TO: INT. MUSEUM - MORNING Anthony, tired and worn-out, sits alone at a table drinking a coffee, a half eaten sandwich in front of him. Various FAMILIES rush by in raincoats, holding folded umbrellas. He watches them all with complete disgust. EXT. PLAZA - MORNING Gray. Raining. Depressing. Anthony Waters emerges from the museum doors. He wears a dark green rain jacket. He stops at the foot of the descending stairs and looks out in front of him. Various PEDESTRIANS scurry by, oblivious to any and all. Cars rush by on the busy street ahead. ANTHONY (Quietly) It could've been mine. All of it. All of you. It should've been. He takes a deep breath and steps down the stairs. He reaches the bottom and looks up. A slight grin crosses his face as he walks straight ahead. Anthony reaches the statue; he looks up at it in admiration.
29. The statue seems worn-down from the constant rain. ANTHONY It's amazing what you can do when you know people are watching. His smile grows wider. beat. He suddenly bursts out into a fit of laughter. He leans forward on the statue, trying to catch his breath. Several PEOPLE throw him a quick, awkward glance, but keep moving. Anthony begins to calm down. ANTHONY What was I thinking? Jesus. He chuckles to himself and shakes his head at the ground. A Bug crawls out of the statue's nostril. Anthony looks up. ANTHONY I'll leave it to you pal. Anthony taps the statue on the shin with his knuckle and turns to leave. He takes a few awkward steps. beat. A CRACKING sound. He stops in his tracks. Looks down at his legs. CRACK. His body stiffens, still facing away. CRACK. CRACK - - CRACK. He hesitantly turns around. The statue begins to crumble apart slowly, piece by piece. A MAN falls out from within the statue and collapses onto the pavement below. Some PEOPLE nearby yelp and run away. Anthony's jaw drops. The Man wears a T-shirt and shorts, both covered completely with dried cement. He has a semi-shaved head and a tattoo of '666' across his left arm. Anthony's eyes widen.
30. EXT. BACKYARD - DAY FLASHCUT: HENRY You hearin' this? A Muscular Man with a shaved head is working on the layout for the pool deck. He mixes around wet cement. FLASHCUT: The Muscular Man with shaved head and tattoo begins the process of shaping and molding the cement into a block. FLASHCUT: SCOTT News says it's going to rain for the next several days. EXT. PLAZA - MORNING The Man slowly stands up and stretches. His 666 tattoo prominent beneath the remnants of damp cement. Anthony watches on with bewilderment. The Man spots Anthony, a crooked smile spreads across his face. He winks. The Man turns and walks powerfully toward the street, the busy traffic rushing by. Anthony follows him with an amazed stare. The Man reaches the curb, cars speed by a few feet from where he stands. He holds out his hand, everything stops. The cars freeze in their positions. PEDESTRIANS freeze in their hurried tracks. Anthony watches the Man, unmoving. Still. The Man looks at his hand with satisfaction as a lone car maneuvers passed the frozen vehicles and pulls up to the curb where he stands. The door swings open. Scott steps out of the driver's seat and leads the Man by the arm to the passenger side door. Scott opens it with a smile and lets the Man in. He looks over in Anthony's direction.
31. EXT. BACKYARD - DAY FLASHCUT: HENRY Yeah... I think he's better at the molding. ANTHONY I would hope so. Scott looks up from the crouch position, smiling. EXT. PLAZA - MORNING The lone car pulls away from the curb, around the unmoving traffic, and drives off into the distance. And everything's normal again. The cars speed by without a care. The pedestrians continue with their lives, oblivious. Anthony collapses to his knees. His stare fixated on the place where the man used to be. Looking back at the pieces of the broken statue, then out across the street, Anthony desperately searches for the man's whereabouts. He is nowhere to be found. FADE OUT.