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TITLE: Evidence of God (second part)
By Dusty Fincher
11/08/06
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It's been quite some time since I posted the opening scene to this screenplay. Trying to get back into the whole writing thing after a rough year, I thought I'd go ahead and throw up some more of it. Once again, not a completed work, but it does pick up immediatly after the already posted opening. Sorry about the formatting, that's just kind of how it copied and pasted. I spaced it out best I could.
INT. JAREDíS APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY

A young man looks straight at us. Probably around the age of
23 or so, JARED DURWOODíS eyes look much older, more mature.

And at the moment, they donít look too amused.

JARED
You are, of course, yanking on my
leg. I can almost literally feel
them coming out of their joints.

His companion in the room is a young woman about the same
age, GARIEL SONJY. Very pretty gal.

GARIEL
Nope, no joking. No leg pulling.
Nothing but truth here. He wants to
see you.

JARED
Even after last time?

GARIEL
Especially after last time. He says
he sees it as a test from God,
showing him the true nature of
patience.

JARED
And I see him as a glory seeking
reporter for a rag that wishes it
had the upstanding reputation of
the Weekly World News.

GARIEL
He wonít go away until heís talked
with you.

7.

JARED
The fact that heís managed to
exhaust even your defenses speaks
much of his persistence.

GARIEL
Just tell him again that you wonít
so heíll go away.

JARED
Fine then, let him in.

Gariel nods in acknowledgement, then heads for the door and
opens it up.

Behind the door stands an older man, his hat held over his
chest in a sign of politeness. ERNEST VAUGHN steps into the
room, a smile crossing his face. We notice that there is
something weird about his eyes.

One looks where Ernest looks and the other is perpetually
crossed.

ERNEST
Hello, Mr. Durwood. My most humble
thanks...

JARED
No.

ERNEST
Pardon?

JARED
Before you even ask, the answer is
no. Just as it was last time and
just as it will always be.

ERNEST
May I just ask why?
Jared, eyes still on Ernest, points at Gariel.

JARED
Do you know who she is?

ERNEST
Your fiancťe?

JARED
Other than that.
8.

ERNEST
Iím not sure what youíre getting
at.

JARED
Sheís my filter. She is the
strainer that keeps the dirt out of
my water. In short, Mr. Vaughn, she
is my protection against people
like you.

ERNEST
And what kind of person might I be,
Mr. Durwood?

JARED
There are many who would have me
use my gifts for them, and many are
honest people who truly need it.
For those people, I am more than
happy to help them. There are other
people, on the other hand, who want
to use me. Gariel helps me
differentiate between the two.
Thatís why most who seek my help
manage to find themselves talking
to her before they talk to me.
Sheís a gifted one, my gal, one of
the many reasons Iím lucky to be
able to marry her.

ERNEST
She found out that Iím a reporter
for the "Scoop".

GARIEL
Reporter, of course, used lightly
in that statement.

JARED
Yes, she did.

ERNEST
A fact of which I will not deny.
Whatís the use? You know. She
knows. But you both can also see
plainly. I, quite literally,
cannot. And that is the reason I
have come to you. The only reason.

JARED
You simply want me to straighten
out your eye?

9.

ERNEST
Thatís it.

Jared considers a moment. Looks down, looks over at Gariel,
who remains unreadable. He finally looks back at Ernest.

JARED
Iím afraid I donít believe you.

ERNEST
And Iím sorry to hear that. I
thought someone of your beliefs and
gifts would be more... sympathetic
to my needs.

JARED
And, quite honestly, I usually
would be. Iím a very trusting guy,
naive, my fiancť would say.

GARIEL
Abundantly so.

JARED
And I might even have been so
today, had you managed to dress
yourself a little more competently.
Ernest, at first confused by what Jared has said, looks back
at him in want of some clarification.

GARIEL
Might wanna button up that top
there, hot shot.

Ernest closes his eyes and sighs. He doesnít even need to
look to see what they are talking about. But he does anyway
and sees the top button on his shirt undone and a wire
microphone slightly poking through the top.

JARED
Next time you want some real help,
kindly not walk into my place
wired, okay? Iíll be seeing you.

Gariel opens the door again and gestures for Ernest to
kindly exit the premises. Ernest starts heading that way.

ERNEST
Maybe one day youíll see the
benefits to be more open to sharing
your gifts.

10.

JARED
To the likes of the "Weekly Scoop?"
Very much doubt it. Good luck on
your periodicalís search for Elvis,
though. I hear heís umpiring Little
League games now somewhere in East
Texas.

ERNEST
Thanks for the tip.

JARED
Not a problem. Goodbye now, Mr.
Vaughn.

Ernest Vaughn exits the building and Gariel closes it behind
him.

She smiles at Jared as she picks up a magazine and walks
over to sit next to him again.

GARIEL
And now that weíve taken care of
that, on to more important matters.
You have to give me your opinion on
these colors for the wedding.

She starts thumbing through the magazine. Jared can do
nothing but laugh.

GARIEL
Whatís so funny about that?

JARED
Nothing about that, which is
actually more frightening to me
than humorous, by the way. Itís
just that I got a mental image of
Elvis umpiring little league.

EXT. BASEBALL FIELD - DAY

A ball zooms past a kid standing up to bat. He doesnít even
move. The umpire behind him, looking a lot like the King of
Rock and Roll does a little karate move before giving the
"STRIKE" signal with his index finger.

ELVIS
Three strikes and thatís an out,
baby. Uh huh!

The kid walks dejectedly away from the plate.

11.

INT. JAREDíS APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Jared continues to laugh as the mental image goes away.

JARED
Amusing.

GARIEL
Youíre weird in ways most miracle
workers only dream they could be.

EXT. JUNIEíS DINER - DAY
A small rental car pulls up into the parking lot of an old
style diner and finds that there are plenty of places yet to
park.

The car parked, a door opens and out steps Luke, who takes a
breath of mountain air and stretches his arms out.
As he looks around him, we can tell by the mountain in the
background that he must have made the decision to come on to
Hallsville, Arkansas.

INT. JUNIEíS DINER - DAY

Luke walks into the diner and heads straight for the
counter. Unfortunately, no one seems to be manning the fort.
Luke looks around the diner, sees a few tables with people
happily eating their lunches.

One such table holds a group of three women, all looking to
be in the 40 and above age range.
As Luke looks around the diner, hoping to catch somebody,
anybodyís attention, one of the women in the group looks up.

SANDY
Uh oh, Junie, looks like we have a
visitor.

JUNIE
We have a friend in need. He can
wait a couple of minutes.

SANDY
I donít know. Heís got an
impatience about him.

12.

JUNIE
He will learn patience.
Luke looks on in disbelief at the gals.

LUKE
You could address me personally.

JUNIE
Oh, I could, but then where would
the eccentricity be? This place is
famous for that, you know.

LUKE
Eccentricity?

JUNIE
Folks have come to expect it.

LUKE
Probably thinks it gives it charm.

JUNIE
Does it?

Luke smiles.

LUKE
Iím charmed when Iím served.

JUNIE
Oh, girls, we have sass in this
one. But if you want to be served
in here, youíll have to wait just a
couple of more minutes.

She goes back to her group. Sandy shakes her head, tsk
tsking the whole way.

SANDY
Ah, newbies.

Luke turns back around, away from the girls and shakes his
head in wonder at their behavior, yet he canít help but
smile a little.

His attention is brought back into focus as Junie makes her
way behind the counter.

JUNIE
Sorry about that. We had an
emergency meeting of our all gals
club. No testosterone allowed.

13.

LUKE
Unfortunate.

JUNIE
Ah, your sarcasm is simply a mask
to hide your jealousy at not being
allowed to partake of the
proceedings.

LUKE
Now Iím jealous of a group of
people that I donít even know?

JUNIE
Who wouldnít be?

LUKE
With logic like that, how can I
argue?

JUNIE
Not very effectively, I must admit.
So, have you used your time wisely
and figured out what you want, or
have you been pouting over your
treatment?

LUKE
Itís been a long drive and all I
want is a cold one.

JUNIE
Sandwich?

LUKE
No. Cold one. As in beer.

JUNIE
You have to specify around here,
honey. No telling what our folks
may be requesting.

LUKE
Iím not one of your folks.

JUNIE
Give it a couple of more hours, and
youíll be thinking just like us.

LUKE
So certain?

14.

JUNIE
Adapt or go nuts. Itís how you
survive in this town.

LUKE
Thanks for the heads up.

JUNIE
Itís part of my world class
service.

She puts a glass in front of him as well as a bottle of
beer.

JUNIE (contíd)
As is this. Now, if youíll excuse
me, I have to slip back into my
role of comforter.

LUKE
Whatís wrong, if you donít mind me
intruding.

Junie points over to the booth where Sandy still sits,
talking to the last woman of the group, MARKIE WOODS.

JUNIE
Markie has a son, about 20 or so,
whoís very bad off. Doesnít have
much of a chance. Markie has, of
course, been taking it pretty
badly.

LUKE
Iím sorry to hear that. Truly.
Another bit of proof.

JUNIE
Of what?

LUKE
Just how crummy this world can be.
How can there be a God if people
are constantly put in these types
of situations?

JUNIE
Oh, we havenít given up hope just
yet, Mr. Gloom and Doom. God may
have something to do about it yet.

15.

LUKE
That right?

JUNIE
Markieís son, Teddy; his best
friend Jared is coming over later
on today to visit him. And for
anyone that knows Jared, this is
never a bad thing.

Lukeís face lights up in recognition.

LUKE
Jared?

JUNIE
Yep. Iíll be back to collect your
money before you leave.

And with that and no more explanation, she walks back over
to her friends.

As Luke turns back to his drink, trying to absorb all the
quirkiness heís encountered so far, the door to the diner
opens and another man walks in.
FRED GILMORE stops short when he sees the female group
huddle around the booth. Sandy looks up and notices her
husband, quickly walks over to him.

SANDY
Sorry, babe, looks like Iím gonna
be here for a bit longer.

FRED
Teddy?

SANDY
Always.

FRED
I really hate to leave with that
passenger seat not being warmed by
the radiance of my favorite wife.

SANDY
I know, but Iíll repay you later
tonight.

FRED
No IOUs this time.

16.

SANDY
Itís a promise.

FRED
Okay, you can stay. But you hear
that tinkle?

SANDY
What tinkle?

FRED
The tinkling of my heart shattering
to pieces, having to leave you here
and going to face an empty house.

SANDY
You better get out of here before I
give you demerits for being too
melodramatic.

FRED
If thereís any melodrama in my
performance, itís simply my love
flowing in overabundance from my
still shattering heart.

SANDY
Leave, Romeo and leave the poetry
for Shakespeare. Even dead, heís
better than you.

FRED
Okay, okay, Iím outta here. But I
love you and Iíll see you soon.

SANDY
Count on it, babe.

Fred leans down and gives Sandy a kiss before turning around
and leaving the diner.

Sandy sighs, gives a last longing look to her departing
husband, then goes back to join her friends.

EXT. DINER - DAY

Fred gets into his car, cranks her up and drives out of the
diner, as another car kind of slowly rolls its way into the
parking lot.

It barely makes it to a spot before flat out dying.

17.

INT. DINER - DAY

The doors swing open and in steps Ernest Vaughn, slimy
tabloid newspaper reporter extraordinaire.

ERNEST
Foul, foul, foul!

He storms to the counter and takes a seat with a huff. Luke
gives him a once over as he sits.

LUKE
Problems?

ERNEST
Constantly. First a job gone sour
and now an automobile gone sour.
Not a fine day today, sir, not a
fine day at all.

LUKE
Anything I can do to help?

ERNEST
Only a licensed mechanic will do me
any good at this point.

His eyes glitter with a moment of hope.

ERNEST (contíd)
Unless of course you are a
mechanic, then I guess you could
help.

LUKE
Iíve never been accused of
automotive genius, unfortunately. I
can put oil in and change a tire.
Maybe jump a person off, but thatís
the extent of my knowledge in that
area.

ERNEST
Ah, just another in the long list
of horrid events to befall me
today. It looks like to the phone I
must go and call upon the services
of a taxi company. If such a place
exits in such a miniscule speck of
a town.

18.

LUKE
Where do you need a lift to?

ERNEST
To the Inn. If that doesnít sound
specific enough, trust me when I
tell you that it is. Simply because
itís the only Inn, if you wish to
label it with that term, in this
place, it saw no need to embellish
on the name.

LUKE
It is a quaint place, ainít it?

ERNEST
To put it in pleasant terms, yes.

LUKE
Save yourself a quarter, Iíll give
you a lift to the Inn. Need a place
to stay myself.

ERNEST
Ah, a savior as if brought out of
heaven into my very path by a
divine hand.

LUKE
If you say so, pal.

Ernest gives him his hand.

ERNEST
Ernest Vaughn, by the by.

LUKE
Luke Johnson. Give me a second and
weíll get on out of here.

Luke takes a moment to guzzle down the rest of his drink,
then slaps it back on the counter. He pulls out his wallet,
grabs a couple of bills and puts it next to the bottle.

LUKE (contíd)
Letís go.

Luke and Ernest head for the exit and Luke looks over at the
group of women.

LUKE (contíd)
Keep the change.

Junie looks up and smiles.

19.

JUNIE
Such a sweetheart.

Luke just tilts his head back at her, and out the door he
goes with his new buddy, Ernest.

EXT. LUKEíS CAR - DAY

Lukeís car heads down the side of the mountain by way of a
small winding road.

INT. LUKEíS CAR - DAY
Luke sits behind the wheel and Ernest gazes out the window,
watching the scenery go by.

ERNEST
So, what pulls you to this
forgotten realm of the civilized
world, Luke?

LUKE
Change of scenery. I heard this
place has some... interesting
sights.

ERNEST
The people are more interesting,
let me assure you.

LUKE
This, Iím beginning to see pretty
clearly. Why are you out here?

ERNEST
For work. Iím a reporter.

LUKE
Oh yeah? For whom?

ERNEST
Iíd tell you, but you would just
look at me with a sort of perverse
amusement and I would have no
defense but to swallow my
humiliation.

LUKE
Like your job that much, huh?

20.

ERNEST
The Weekly Scoop.

LUKE
Iím impressed.

ERNEST
Begging your pardon?

LUKE
Iím impressed.

ERNEST
So my ears werenít deceiving me.

LUKE
Hey, if you work for some place
that Iíve heard of, rag or
respected, Iím impressed. Some
would say Iím easily so.

ERNEST
Iím inclined to concur with this
"some".

LUKE
Just so youíll know, there was this
little town I stopped at on the way
up here to eat. The short order
cook there looked like he might
have been the type to wear Blue
Suede Shoes, if you know what I
mean.

ERNEST
Ah, a new record. Within the
timeframe of two hours, Iíve heard
two jokes that infer that all the
"Scoop" covers is redneck
delusionals who have spotted Elvis.
We cover more than Elvis, I assure
you.

LUKE
Oh, I know. Like Bigfoot. Or UFOS.
Or even Bigfoot being dropped off
by UFOs which are piloted by....

ERNEST
Elvis, of course.

21.

LUKE
At least you have a sense of humor
about your job.

ERNEST
Yes well, we also cover stories of
miraculous events. Or of people
that are the cause of miraculous
events.

LUKE
And thatís why youíre here?

ERNEST
Indeed. And between the two of us,
my BS detector isnít reading too
high on this one. There may be
truth to it.

LUKE
No dunginí?

ERNEST
I wouldnít dung you, Mr. Johnson.
And if there is truth to it, may I
say so long to filthy rags and
hello to respectability.

END OF SCENE
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