INT. JONES’S BEDROOM – NIGHT (REALITY)
JONES, a young man in his 20s, is sitting on the edge of
his bed, hunched over. He is in athletic shape and wearing
blue pajama bottoms with no shirt. He has stubble on his
face and a full-unopened vodka bottle in his right hand.
There is a shadow on the wall that belongs to TIM, an older
gentleman in his early 50s.
Tim talks with a lump in his throat.
TIM
I’ll a, I’ll be here early to pick
you up.
Jones continues to look down at the ground.
JONES
K.
TIM
Just so you know, alcohol doesn’t
numb the pain.
Jones shifts the vodka bottle in his hand. He stares at it
in silence.
JONES
Well it can’t hurt.
TIM
Just make sure you don’t over do it.
Jones looks up Tim’s shadow on the wall.
JONES
I’ll be fine. Goodbye now.
The shadow on the wall shifts back and forth and then
leaves. Jones hears the front door SLAM shut.
Jones throws the vodka at the wall and there is a loud
SHATTER of glass. Jones watches as the vodka runs down the
wall.
Jones gets up and walks to a tall dresser in the corner of
his room. On it is a cd stereo, a picture of him and
ALEXIS, a cd labeled “Alexis Mix”, and a few other objects.
Jones opens up the cd player and puts in the cd labeled
“Alexis Mix”. “Turn The Page” by Matt Hires begins to play.
Jones drags his feet as he walks to his nightstand by the
side of his bed. He grabs a pill bottle off his nightstand
and takes two pills.
He slowly lies down on his bed. He lays still for a brief
moment and then slams his fist down on the bed. He lets out
a loud roar in anger.
FADE OUT:
INT. JONES’S BEDROOM – NIGHT (DREAM)
FADE IN:
Jones is in bed tossing and turning around, sleepless.
Jones is still wearing blue pajama bottoms and shirtless.
He is clean-shaven.
Jones kicks his legs free of the covers and rolls over onto
his chest and looks at the clock on his nightstand. The
clock reads 3:04 am in big red lights. He reaches over for
his phone and makes a call with his face buried in his
pillow.
The phone rings 3 times and then ALEXIS answers.
ALEXIS (V.O.)
Hello.
Jones lifts his head up from the pillow.
JONES
Hey, can you come over?
ALEXIS (V.O.)
Do you know what time it is?
Jones looks over at his clock as it reads 3:05 am.
JONES
Yeah it’s 3:05 in the morning. Can
you come over?
ALEXIS (V.O.)
We just went out not three hours ago.
JONES
So is that a yes?
ALEXIS (V.O.)
Pretty soon I’m just gonna move in.
Give me ten minutes.
JONES
Thank you, beautiful.
Jones hangs up and tosses his phone on his nightstand. He
rolls over onto his back and stares at the ceiling for a
moment. He scratches his head and then gets out of his bed.
Jones turns on the light on his nightstand, which dimly
lights the room. He makes up his bed and puts on a plain
blue t-shirt.
The broken vodka bottle isn’t on the ground nor is the mark
from it hitting the wall. Jones sits on the edge of his bed
and waits for her to show. There is a knock at the door and
he leaves to answer it.
Jones enters his room first and ALEXIS, in her 20’s,
follows wearing purple pajama bottoms and a pink shirt that
shows off her figure.
Jones walks to the far side of the bed as Alexis ask.
ALEXIS
So what is it tonight?
JONES
I felt like being in the presence of
an angel.
Alexis smiles and Jones hops on top of the bed and sits up
with his back against the wall. He pats the bed, meaning
for her to join him.
Alexis turns off the light and lays down on her right side
facing Jones. Her right hand is placed under her head
holding it up.
ALEXIS
You know those lines aren’t always
going to work.
JONES
I’ll just have to think of something
else when the time comes then.
ALEXIS
That you will.
Alexis smiles and turns onto her left side. Jones lays down
placing his right arm across her and his head against her
shoulder.
ALEXIS
So how long am I here for tonight?
JONES
Just till I fall asleep, but you can
leave now if you like?
Alexis turns her head to look back at Jones.
ALEXIS
Are you serious? Leave now after I
just got comfortable.
Alexis turns her head back around placing it on the pillow.
ALEXIS
I don’t think so.
Alexis closes her eyes as Jones lightly kisses her
shoulder.
ALEXIS
Jones, what are we doing?
JONES
Lying in bed together.
ALEXIS
No I mean what are we really doing?
Jones face becomes puzzled.
JONES
Um, we’re both thinking of how
awesome Joseph Gordon-Levitt is?
ALEXIS
Well now I am, but that’s not what I
meant.
Alexis turns her body around and is face to face with
Jones. Her hair falls in front of her face.
ALEXIS
I mean this can’t last forever.
Jones pushes her hair behind her ear out of her face.
JONES
I didn’t think it could. Forever is
just too short a time.
Alexis smiles and drops her head on the pillow.
Jones leans in and whispers in her ear.
JONES
Looks like those lines are still
working.
Alexis lies still, smirking.
ALEXIS
For now they still are.
Jones lays down placing his forehead against hers. Alexis
closes her eyes lays motionless. Jones closes his eyes as
well and puts his right arm over her body. He rubs his hand
up and down her back.
They lay in silence for a moment and Jones slowly gets up.
Alexis does not move at all.
ALEXIS
Where are you going?
JONES
It’s too quiet.
Alexis rubs on her arm, eyes still closed.
ALEXIS
Just hurry up, I’m cold without you.
Jones makes his way to the stereo in the corner of his room
on top of a tall dresser. He turns it on and presses play.
“Sweet Disposition” by The Temper Trap begins to play.
JONES
Is this ok?
ALEXIS
Yeah.
Jones turns up the volume. He walks to the edge of the bed.
JONES
Dance with me.
Alexis opens her eyes and looks at him. Jones holds out his
right hand for her. She slowly pushes herself up and begins
to crawl on the bed towards his hand.
INT. DANCE FLOOR – NIGHT (DREAM)
Jones’s hand is greeted by Alexis’s left hand, which is
covered with a snow-white colored bridal glove.
Alexis is dressed in a snow-white colored dress with snowwhite bridal gloves. She is wearing a gold necklace with a
locket on it. She has low white heels on and her hair is up
and done nicely.
Jones is in a tuxedo with a black bow tie and shiny leather
dress shoes. He is clean-shaven.
They are on a polished wooden dance floor. There are no
walls, only darkness, in what seems like and endless space
for them to dance.
A soft spot light hits them as they stand there, Alexis’s
hand in Jones’s.
Alexis smiles and moves close to Jones. She places her
right hand on his left shoulder and her left hand is in his
right.
Jones places his left hand on the right side of her lower
back.
They begin to step left and right. Alexis steps back, still
holding Jones’s right hand, and spins. She moves back into
his arms. They step forward and backward staring into each
other’s eyes.
Alexis steps back holding onto Jones’s hand, she leans back
and pulls back in. Alexis spins once again letting go of
Jones completely. She dances around him as he looks at her.
Alexis comes back to being face to face with Jones. Alexis
rocks her shoulders back and forth, while her feet move
with a mind of their own.
Jones rocks his shoulders along with Alexis, snapping his
fingers. He dances like a goof ball but doesn’t care.
They come back together and with Jones’s right hand in
Alexis’s left, he spins. Jones dances around Alexis,
playfully mocking her, while she looks on this time.
Face to face once again Alexis tries to hold hands with
Jones, but he backs up motioning his finger “no.” Jones
shakes his chest at Alexis, she laughs and parodies him.
Jones stops and moves close to her. They go back to holding
hands, with Alexis’s right hand upon Jones left shoulder
and his left on her right side.
Alexis places her head against Jones’s chest and they slow
dance for a moment.
INT. JONES BEDROOM – MORNING (REALITY)
The music stops and Jones is lying in bed, which is messed
up with the covers and pillows spread all over it. The
morning is here and covered by curtains in front of Jones’s
bedroom window. Jones’s is once again covered in stubble.
Alexis’s father, in his early 50’s, Tim, comes into Jones’s
room in a black suit and black tie. Tim looks at the broken
vodka bottle on the floor. He does not make any mention of
it.
Tim makes his way to the curtains and pulls them back. The
morning sun shines on Jones’s face and he turns his head
avoiding the light.
Tim walks to the side of the bed and pushes lightly on
Jones’s shoulder.
TIM
It’s time to get up Jones.
Jones groans at Tim.
TIM
You need to get ready. You don’t want
to be late.
Jones rolls away from Tim.
JONES
Just let me sleep.
Tim walks to the other side of the bed to face Jones.
TIM
You can’t sleep forever.
JONES
Yeah I can.
Tim sits down on the edge of the bed.
TIM
I was able to get this.
Tim pulls out Alexis’s necklace with the locket.
TIM
I wasn’t sure if you’d want it or
not.
Jones looks at Tim and then the necklace dangling in his
hand.
JONES
Just put it on the dresser.
Jones closes his eyes and lays still. Tim sits still not
disturbing Jones.
After a moment of silence Tim gets up and places the
necklace on the dresser next to a picture of Jones and
Alexis together.
Tim stares at the picture as a tear rolls down his cheek.
Tim picks up the picture. He finds his voice and speaks up.
TIM
Nature’s first green is gold. Her
hardest hue to hold, her early leaf’s
a flower; but only so an hour. Then
leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank
to grief, So dawn goes down to day.
Jones pipes up.
JONES
Nothing gold can stay.
Tim takes one last look at the picture and then puts it
back on top of the dresser.
TIM
My daughter loved that poem.
Tim walks away from the dresser towards the door. He stops
at the doorway.
TIM
I’ll be waiting outside.
Tim walks out of the room.
Jones slowly gets up out of bed and walks over the dresser.
He looks at the picture and necklace.
Jones pops open the cd holder to see the cd labeled “Alexis
Mix” in the stereo, he closes it and presses play. “Fire
and Rain” by James Taylor plays.
Jones opens up a drawer to the dresser and begins to get
dressed for the funeral.
FADE OUT:
THE END