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               INT. LIVING ROOM, DARLENE'S APT.



                                   JUSTIN: 

                         "So should I read them?"



                                   DARLENE: 

                         "Read what?"



                                   JUSTIN: 

                         "Tarzan."



                                   DARLENE: 

                         "You should read everything."



                                   JUSTIN: 

                         "Not every boy raised by wolves

                         becomes a hero."



                                   DARLENE: 

                         "What's that from? I think I've

                         heard that."



                                   JUSTIN: 

                         "It's just a quote from something."



               Justin's phone starts ringing.



                                   DARLENE: 

                         "I'll get it."



                                   JUSTIN: (THINKING SHE'S CONFUSED) 

                         "No, it's my phone."



                                   DARLENE: 

                         "I know, I'll get it."



               Reaching for the inside of his pocket



                                   DARLENE:   	JUSTIN: (TO DARLENE)           

                         "Hello"				  "Tina, don't"



               Eyes getting wide, like she just caught God in a shoebox

               SHOT OF DARLENE EXCLUSIVELY

               Darlene is holding the phone one-handed, covering the

               speaking end.



                                   DARLENE: 

                         "What did you call me?"



               Justin is making a face like it pains him to have said that,

               in the effect of it being caught in his teeth somehow.



                                                        SHOT OF TINA ON

                                                         HER BACK PORCH

                                                             ON A PORCH

                                                          SWING, WITH A

                                                        GLASS OF SHERRY

                                                       NEXT TO HER ON A

                                                           GLASS TABLE:



                                   TINA: (ON THE OTHER END OF THE PHONE)

                         "Hello-o?"



                                   DARLENE:

                         "Just a second, Tina"



                                   TINA: 

                         "Who is this? W-Uh-Who are you?

                         Where's Justin?



                                   DARLENE:

                         (in a voice meaning, we both do,

                         and also like, we need to talk: me

                         chastising you)







               SCENE CHANGE "SOMEONE WANTS TO TALK TO YOU."



                                   JUSTIN: 

                         (taking the phone) "Tina? Hey."







               TINA'S BACK PORCH, LOOKING OUT AT HER SWIMMING POOL



                                   TINA: 

                         "Who was that?"



                                   JUSTIN: 

                         "Um, Darlene." (Darlene making a

                         motion like "thankyou for knowing

                         my name") "You've met her. Anyway,

                         what's up?"



                                   TINA: 

                         (sucking the lemonade off of her

                         finger, looking a little pissed,

                         but holding it in) "I wanted to see

                         what you were doing. But I guess

                         you're busy."



                                   JUSTIN: 

                         "Yeah. I'm out."



                                   TINA: 

                         "Well, are you doing anything

                         Friday night?"



                                   JUSTIN: 

                         "You know I don't really make

                         plans, so I'm not sure."



               Justin and Darlene get comfortable on the couch. 



               I don't mean they get closer to each other necessarily or

               anything, they both just feel like relaxing, separately, like

               they just came inside on a hot summer day.



                                   TINA: 

                         "Some people are getting together

                         Friday at Charlie's. You should

                         come."



                                   JUSTIN: 

                         "I don't know. I'm not gonna be in

                         town very long and I've got some

                         things to take care of."



               Stirring her Sherry.



                                   TINA: 

                         "You can see me one night."



                                   JUSTIN:

                         "Yeah, well. When and where again?"



               The voices fade out



                                                             IDEALISTIC

                                                              FLASHBACK







               FLASHBACK TO WHEN TINA & JUSTIN WERE DATING & THINGS WERE

               'PERFECT'



               A younger Tina and Justin are talking outside of a house at a

               party.



                                   TINA: 

                         "Cause it's so good when it's just

                         me and you."



                                   JUSTIN: 

                         "Yeah. I know."



                                   TINA: 

                         "But then we mix all of your

                         friends, or my friends into it, and

                         everything gets screwed up."



                                   JUSTIN: 

                         "It's like we're different people."



               Tina looks like this is the wrong thing to say.



                                   JUSTIN: 

                         "I mean. Well, it's like we could

                         be perfectly happy if it was just

                         the two of us, forever."



               Tina has gotten up and is walking into the house. 



               She holds the watch around her left wrist with her thumb and

               middle finger for a moment and then shakes her left arm out

               and down, all while gliding under the overhead light.



                                                          SCENE CHANGES

                                                            INTO JUSTIN

                                                        LOOKING UP FROM

                                                           THE COUCH IN

                                                        DARLENE'S HOUSE

                                                         TO THE DOORWAY

                                                         TO THE KITCHEN

                                                          WHERE DARLENE

                                                           IS, AND IN A

                                                       MOMENT SHE COMES

                                                            WALKING IN.



               Justin is sort of slack jawed.



               BACK IN DARLENE'S APARTMENT



               Darlene is holding out a plate of cookies to Justin, leaning

               forward, other hand resting with some weight behind her on

               her back.



                                   DARLENE: 

                         "Want one?"



                                   JUSTIN (TO TINA - ON THE PHONE): 

                         "I've gotta go."



                                   TINA (TRYING DESERVEDLY TO GET HIS

                                   ATTENTION): 

                         "Maybe I'll call you later tonight"



                                   JUSTIN: 

                         "That's fine. See you."



                                   TINA: 

                         "Bye" (as Justin is hanging up the

                         phone, not rudely.)



                                   DARLENE: 

                         "I can't believe you called me

                         that."



                                   JUSTIN: 

                         "Yeah. I can't believe it either."



                                   DARLENE (SPONTANEOUS) :

                         "What in the hell are we doing? How

                         could you just leave and come back

                         like this? There should be

                         guidebooks and.. expository

                         essays…"



                                   JUSTIN:

                         "That's what living is."



               (Silence)



                                   JUSTIN:

                         "There's a party tomorrow night if

                         you feel like going."



                                   DARLENE:

                         "Yeah, sure. -- How long are you

                         going to be here for real?"



                                   JUSTIN:

                         "I don't want to stay. I mean, I

                         want to stay, but -- "



               He grabs her wrists with his palms over her upturned hands.



                                   JUSTIN (NOT CHEESILY, SO, KNOWING

                                   EVERYTHING AS HE SAYS IT, AND HAVING A

                                   SENSE OF HUMOR):

                         "I want to go and never stop."



                                   DARLENE: 

                         "I'll go with you."



                                   JUSTIN: 

                         "Yeah, you can come too. Of course.

                         Definitely."



               He says, pulling a cigarette pack out of his front left shirt

               pocket and then a cigarette out with his teeth unexpertly and

               starting to smoke.







               A LITTLE LATER



               Justin leaves.



               DRIVING HOME



                                                           ONE PANEL OF

                                                           JUSTIN'S CAR

                                                             ZOOMING BY



               Driving home from South Grand area by Tower Grove park, to

               South Hampton area by this park I can't remember the name of.



               Good song playing. MUSIC: BAND 'IDLEWILD' - SONG 'WHEN I

               ARGUE I SEE SHAPES' from their album 'Hope is Important'



               LYRICS:

               "I'm not really sure of all this pressure, i'm never going to

               lose any of my old letters They'll stay with me, until i can

               see, until i can see that i'm no-one I'm not really sure of

               all this pressure, i'm never going to lose any of my old

               letters They'll stay with me, until i can see, until i can

               see that i'm no-one So don't slight it off cos you'll be 

               fined, don't start slighting off cos you'll be fined Cos all 

               (CON'T)

               you ever do is build it up inside, Cos all you ever do is

               build it up inside I'm not really sure of all this pressure,

               i'm never going to lose any of my old letters They'll stay

               with me, until i can see, until i can see that i'm no-one So

               don't slight it off cos you'll be fined, don't start

               slighting off cos you'll be fined Cos all you ever do is

               build it up inside, Cos all you ever do is build it up inside

               You smoke too much when you talk too much, and when i argue I

               sit there it makes me laugh I laugh at your conversational

               skills, or lack of You smoke too much when you talk too much,

               and when i argue I sit there it makes me laugh I laugh at

               your conversational skills, or lack of I'm not really sure of

               all this pressure, i'm never going to lose any of my old

               letters Cos they'll stay with me, until i can see, until i

               can see that i'm no-one I'm not really sure of all this

               pressure, i'm never going to lose any of my old letters Cos

               they'll stay with me, until i can see, until i can see that

               i'm no-one So don't slight it off cos you'll be fined, don't

               start slighting off cos you'll be fined Cos all you ever do

               is build it up inside, Cos all you ever do is build it up

               inside You smoke too much when you talk too much, and when i

               argue I sit there it makes me laugh I laugh at your

               conversational skills, or lack of You smoke too much when you

               talk too much, and when i argue I sit there it makes me laugh

               I laugh at your conversational skills, or lack of Cos when i

               argue i see shapes(x10) You smoke too much when you talk too

               much, and when i argue sit back it makes me laugh I laugh at

               your conversational skills, or lack of You smoke too much

               when you talk too much, and when i argue sit back it makes me

               laugh I laugh at your conversational skills, or lack of"



               JUSTIN'S ROOM, READING MAIL



               Justin goes home and takes his bundle of mail and starts

               reading through it



               He's sitting at a desk. He's facing the right side of the

               desk (there's a computer screen on the desk, with a

               screensaver of a pirate flag that says "Hold Fast"). 



               The bag is on his left, and he reaches over and arches it

               over himself with his left hand and lands it on his right



               He unzips his backpack, we see this from his view, looking

               down on the bag from his seat in the chair, his hands low in

               the shot. 



               Gets out the bag, and spreads the mail out on his already a

               little cluttered desk.



               Cut to him leaning back in his desk chair, the nicest piece

               of furniture in the room, reading a letter.



               He reads a few pieces of the mail, music playing, Him

               smoking.



               Music: ARTIST: 'VANESSA CARLTON' SONG - 'SPRING STREET'

               LYRICS:

               "Nah, nah-nah-nah, nah nah nah Nah, nah-nah-nah, nah nah nah

               I was heading down to Spring Street with a suitcase in my

               hand Filled with love and life and grand illusion, I knew

               you'd understand I left you by the stairwell And your eyes

               were wet with tears Mother you knew you had to let me go,

               Even after all these years And we sing Nah, nah-nah-nah, nah

               nah nah She said Nah-nah-nahnah nah nah nah Walk on Nah-nah

               nah, nah, nah nah nah You're alright Nah-nah, nah, nah nah

               nah nah And I found myself a new life I've been living with

               some friends We hold on to dreams and live like kings, Like

               the days will never end I left him by the statue and his eyes

               were filled with tears Lover you knew you had to let me go

               Even after all these years And we sing Nah-nahnah-nah nah nah

               nah He said Nah-nah, nah, nah, nah nah nah Walk on Nah-nah,

               nah, nah, nah nah nah You're alright Nah-nah, nah, nah nah

               nah nah Everything changes friends become strangers What we

               hold so dear slips away The past keeps on fading, But I'll

               never forget you It's hard to see that you're a part of me

               Even when we have to say Nah-nah, nah, nah,nah nah nah Walk

               on Nah-nah, nah, nah nah nah nah nah We sing Nah-nah, nah,

               nah, nah nah nah Well alright Nah-nah, nah, nah nah nah nah

               And I moved out of the city To start a family of my own When

               I look into my daughter's eyes, I don't feel so alone And as

               I walk her down to Spring Street She holds on to my hand

               Mother you knew my eyes would be wet with tears and now I 

               (CON'T)

               understand Nah-nah, nah, nah, nah nah nah And I said Nah-nah, 

               nah, nah, nah nah nah Walk on Nah-nah, nah, nah, nah nah nah

               Thank you Nah-nah, nah, nah, nah nah nah Walk on, You're

               alright Can't hold on Nah-nah,nah, nah, nah nah nah"



                                   MAIL SAYS: (MAYBE V.O.)

                         "I can't believe you just published

                         all this stuff at once and then

                         took off. What are people supposed

                         to think? as a writer myself--"



                                   MAIL TWO:

                         "i had a dream about the characters

                         in your comic the other night. you

                         were in it too, even though i don't

                         know what you look like. We were at

                         a fancy italian restaurant and"



               then Justin comes upon a very nice, large, royal blue

               envelope.



               He sits looking at the blue envelope for a moment before

               opening it.



               FLASHBACK TO



               FLASHBACK TO WORKING ON THE COMIC - LAYING IN SUPPLIES



                                                            (FOUR YEARS

                                                               EARLIER)







               WORKING ON THE COMIC BOOK.







               INT. A COMIC BOOK STORE. 

               Justin's looking over the counter at himself on camera.



                                   COMIC STORE CLERK: 

                         "Whadya need?"



                                   JUSTIN: 

                         "I need some comic sheets. Um, for

                         drawing."



                                   COMIC STORE CLERK: (GETTING THE

                                   SHEETS) 

                         "Making a comic, huh?"



                                   JUSTIN: (LIKE, A LITTLE BIT LIKE, OF

                                   COURSE, BUT THE MOCKING SEEMING TO

                                   LAND ON HIS OWN SIDE) 

                         "Yep"



               WORKING ON THE COMIC.



               Shots of Justin drawing the comic, the title thirsty

               predominantly displayed, you get the gist that it's about

               good natured vampires who have human blood donor friends.



                                   VARIOUS VOICES / CLIPS PASTICHED

                                   TOGETHER: (V.O.)

                         "What's it about?

                         "THE comic"

                         "What's your comic about?"

                         "It's about… *breathe*" (like,

                         'you'd never believe it')

                         "What writers do you like?"

                         "--ike writers who would rather not

                         be writing. Who would rather be…

                         you know, in the streets… in…

                         life."

                         "But like who?"







               DRIVING TO SEATTLE - FOUR YEARS AGO STILL







               MUSIC: BAND: 'THE GOOD LIFE' - SONG 'ALBUM OF THE YEAR' from

               their album 'Album of the Year'



               (CON'T)



               LYRICS: 



               "The first time that I met her I was throwing up in the

               ladies room stall. She asked me if I needed anything; I said,

               "I think I spilled my drink". And that's how it started (or

               so I'd like to believe)…



               She took me to her mother's house outside of town where the

               stars hang down. She said she'd never seen someone so lost, I

               said I'd never felt so found – and then I kissed her on the

               cheek… and so she kissed me on the mouth.



               Spring was poppin' daises up 'round rusted trucks and busted

               lawn chairs. We moved into a studio in Council Bluffs to save

               a couple bucks. Where the mice came out at night, neighbors

               were screaming all the time. We'd make love in the afternoons

               to Chelsea Girls and Bachelor No. 2, I'd play for her some

               songs I wrote, she'd joke and say I'm shooting through the

               roof, I'd say, "They're all for you, dear, I'll write the

               album of the year."



               And I know she loved me then, I swear to God she did. It's

               way she'd bite my lower lip and push her hips against my hips

               and dig her nails so deep into my skin.



               The first time that I met her I was convinced I had finally

               found the one. She was convinced I was under the influence of

               all those drunken romantics – I was reading Fante at the the

               time – I had bukowski on the mind. She got a job at Jacob's

               serving cocktails to the local drunks. Against her will. I

               fit the the bill: I perched down at the end of the bar, She

               Said, "Space is not just a place for stars – I gave you an

               inch, you want a house with a yard." And I know she loved me

               once, but those days are gone.

               She used to call me everyday from a pay phone on her break

               for lunch – just to say she can't wait to come home.



               The last time that I saw her she was picking through which

               records were hers. Her clothes were packed in boxes, with

               some pots and pans and books and a toaster. Just then a mouse

               scurried across the floor….we started laughing 'til it didn't

               hurt."







               JUSTIN HEADED TO SEATTLE 







               TAKING A FEW THINGS FROM HIS ROOM IN HIS PARENT'S HOUSE IN

               ST. LOUIS







               PACKING HIS CAR 







               MONTAGE OF ROAD TRIP TO SEATTLE







               DRIVING AROUND SEATTLE



                                   JUSTIN (SPEAKING - IN HIS WRITING AND

                                   VOICE OVER - TO HIS READERS IN HIS

                                   ZINE - IN HIS LAST ISSUE UPON HIS

                                   DEPARTURE TO SEATTLE): (IN WRITING AND

                                   V.O.)

                         "This issue will be my last. I must

                         regret to inform you, that I inform

                         you of my regrets no more. I have a

                         date atop the space needle with a

                         random person I've never met or

                         even heard of. I'm getting an

                         innoculation against the future

                         injustices that I may have never

                         incurred otherwise. Yes, I am

                         traveling the country in the hopes

                         of eventually making residence in

                         Seattle for the fortubalseeable

                         future. Godspeed and best wishes.

                         I hope you enjoy the humble

                         offerings of this final encasement

                         of a stubbled dream. This ones

                         dedicated to the kids. I think you

                         know who you are. "



               SHOTS OF THE COMIC FINISHED PRODUCT. THE COMIC BOOK 'THIRSTY'

               - ISSUE ONE 'THE LIGHTNING ROD MIGRATION' - THE WEIGHT WE

               CARRY IS LOVE'

               We see written in comic book bubbles narration:

               "... My missing person's report. I think about who would care

               that I go missing. Who would come looking for me, and why. 

               Really, what more can you ask for in this world than to have

               people come to your rescue when you're being held captive by

               vampires?

               The first thing they'll check is when and where I was last

               seen or heard from…

               "You should be around," he told me.

               "I am around."

               "But I mean, you should be around."

               He means, even when you are around, you should actually be

               here.

               "Oh… Yeah. I'll try."

               Truth is, you need to live on a construction site… to be able

               to knock down buildings and build new ones. All the time.

               Maybe a reconstruction site, that might be a better name. And

               if you're not in that place, you need to do everything you

               can to get there. So, hopefully I was last seen driving a

               Caterpillar."

               And also

               "A part of me knows there is no truth but youth."



                                                          END FLASHBACK        



                                                       BACK TO JUSTIN'S

                                                                   ROOM







               JUSTIN'S ROOM, INT. SAME AS BEFORE, SITTING AT DESK



                                                            PRESENT DAY



               He's holding the "certain letter"… opens the blue envelope…

               nice stationary beautifully set up, just the quote from

               catcher in the rye:



               Music (BACK TO: ARTIST 'VANESSA CARLTON' - SONG 'SPRING

               STREET')



               MUSIC: 



               " And everything changes, 



               And friends become strangers, 



               And what we hold so dear slips away, 



               The past keeps on fading, 



               But I'll never forget you, 



               It's hard to see that you're a part of me, 



               Even when we have to say… 



               na na na nana na na"



               While showing: The Letter:

                         "It's funny. Don't ever tell

                         anybody anything. If you do, you

                         start missing everybody."



               Justin's phone rings…



               he doesn't answer it…



                                                       HE GOES TO SLEEP



                                                           HE TURNS OFF 

                                                            LAMP, WHICH

                                                         FADES INTO THE

                                                          SUN FADING IN







               GOING TO A COFFEE SHOP







               THE NEXT DAY WAKING UP



               Music still Vanessa Carlton - Spring Street



                                                         WALKING INTO A

                                                            COFFEE SHOP

                                                       RIGHT BEFORE THE

                                                           VERSE IN THE

                                                            MUSIC ABOUT

                                                             STARTING A

                                                       FAMILY OF MY OWN







               COFFEE SHOP INT.



               SHOT FROM THE SIDE OVER THE COUNTER FOR THIS WHOLE

               CONVERSATION, BOTH OF THEM IN THE FRAME



                                   BARISTA: 

                         "How's it going?"



                                   JUSTIN: 

                         "Oh, not too bad."



                                   BARISTA: 

                         "What're you having?"



                                   JUSTIN: 

                         "Some sort of cold chai coffee

                         thing."



                                   BARISTA: 

                         "Sure."



               She goes to prepare drink right behind counter in front of

               him



               Justin looks at the bumper stickers tacked up on the wall.

                         "Eve was framed"

                         "My country invaded Iraq and all I

                         got was this expensive gas"

                         "Grand Oil Party"

                         "Abolish Nuclear Weapons ---

                         Disarmament.org"

                         "Dissent is the highest form of

                         patriotism"

                         "Who would Jesus Bomb?"

                         "Hate is not a family value"



               Barista pours the chai mix, and then the rest of the mix for

               the drink from a milk carton over ice.



                                   JUSTIN: 

                         "Do you guys sell the stickers?"



                                   BARISTA: 

                         "Huh?"



                                   JUSTIN: 

                         "The bumper stickers."



                                   BARISTA: 

                         "Oh. No. We just have them. Which

                         one did you like?"



                                   JUSTIN: 

                         (Picking up his drink.) "Who would

                         Jesus Bomb?" I guess.



                                   BARISTA: 

                         (looks closely at the bumper

                         sticker) "Peace project dot com."

                         (turns back to Justin) 

                         "That's $3.50" (for the drink)



               Justin hands her four dollars



                                   JUSTIN: 

                         "Thanks."



                                   BARISTA:

                         "Yep"



               Justin finds a table in the immediate section he is in, which

               is the smoking section. 



               The camera follows him. 



               He sets up his laptop. 



               We see the screen flip up and start booting. 



               We see him enter a password we are not allowed to see, with

               many characters. 



               He pulls out some of the mail he still hasn't read from the

               bag in his backpack, and sets it next to him on the table.



               He's checking his email.



               Among:



               We see some craigslist posts he's made: "Post/Edit/Delete"



               We see - "About the piano - craigslist - I saw your ad about

               getting rid of a piano--"



               We see "Tina: "Intentionally Left Blank"



               We see from "Me - thirsty"



               We see Pollstar Digest AutoNotify Update: Greetings, we have

               just updated our listings for Radiohead, 2 new dat--



               We find:



               "PJ: We should get together while you're in town. Here's --"



               Music: ARTIST: 'VANESSA CARLTON' playing in the overhead

               speakers of the coffee shop, the song 'MY BEST' also from her

               album 'Heroes and Thieves'



               LYRICS



               (CON'T)



               "Mmmmmmmmm We scream and shout and try to make it last Though

               it didn't work out, I don't love you any less My lover or

               friend, I wont ever tell Our secrets safe An unspoken citadel

               And in these broken times, well, It's so easy to forget So I

               sing to remind Upon my shoulder you can rest Cause I'll

               always give you my best A sidewalk's path leads me to you

               Though we don't look back, We hold on to a truth And in these

               broken times I promise I will not forget Though you're not

               mine Upon your shoulder I can rest Cause you always give me

               your best Like a promise kept It's like you never left It's

               like you never left And though it's been so long, I can't

               ever seem to forget All it takes is a song And I could swear

               I hear your steps Down the hall echoes a past Thatleaves an

               ache, It's never left Cause I gave you my best It's like you

               never left It's like you never left We scream and shout and

               try to make it last"



               He sees the letter (from his comic book mail) from Tina,

               opens it and starts to read it. 



               We can't see the contents of the letter, only his reaction,

               which is surprised and distressed.



               He reads through it for about a minute, then:



               Looks up Hiroshima on his laptop



               Takes a drink of his chai, then puts his hands on his thighs

               and sort of looks around like he's expecting sympathy or

               something. 



               Then gets up and walks toward the bathroom.

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