[Palaka:]

Freddie's room.
Freddie sits back on his bed. Palaka returns from the bathroom showered and shaved.

Palaka: Hey, boss, you hungry? I could go get us some food..... and a paper perhaps. Maybe we should get a subscription.

Freddie: Three days.

Palaka: (thinking) I give up...The resurrection?

Freddie: Your  fucking resurrection.

Palaka: Light equipment, remember?

There is a knock at the door.
Palaka: Are you expecting anyone?

Freddie: No. (Freddie reaches for the bedside table and puts his hand partially in the drawer)
Looking through the peep hole, Palaka sees the young Dr. Smith.

Palaka: It's just some kid.

Freddie: See what he wants.

Palaka: (cracks the door open and peers out) Hello!

Dr. Smith: How are you feeling, Palaka?

Palaka: And that would be what business of yours?

Dr. Smith: It's Michael Smith, Palaka. I heard you were awake. (Confused, Palaka looks at Freddie )

Freddie: Let him in.

Palaka: (Opening the door) Do I know you, kid?

Dr. Smith: (entering) Well, sort of. (Looking at Freddie for help) Hello, Freddie.
Palaka looks at Freddie now returning to his relaxed posture, arm folded.
Dr. Smith: I am a friend of the Yosts.

Palaka: You look familiar, but...

Dr. Smith: (motioning to Freddie) What has he told you?

Freddie: Nothing.

Dr. Smith: I see.....Well, um, why don't we sit down and talk?

Palaka: Can't – I was just on my way out.

Freddie: He's hungry.

Dr. Smith: Oh, well, yes, I am sure you are - perhaps later, I guess.

Freddie: Yeah, later.

Dr. Smith:  Hmm. Well, Ok – you have my phone number. I'll wait to hear from you.

Palaka: (shrugging his shoulders) Yea, we'll call you.

Dr. Smith: (to Palaka) You look well.

Palaka: OK. Don't call us, we'll call you, kid. (he closes the door. To Freddie) Nice kid, but a little strange.....  Anything I need to know before I go out?

Freddie: (looking away) No.

--Waxon

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My Morning Jacket - I'm Amazed (Live on Letterman)

Cissy walks around the house. She lights a cigarette and stares in space. She is restless, moving from place to place. She walks to the window and begins tearing off yellow wilted leaves on the hanging plant. The hot cigarette ashes fall on her foot.

Cissy: Fuck that shit! Jesus, Mitch, not again......

She pushes the cigarette into the pot, and the plant falls from its hook, the pot cracks, the soil spills on the floor. Cissy kicks the pot, goes to the table to light another cigarette. She is sitting at the table. Her eyes are closed, the unlit cigarette in her hand.

--svengali2

[Ramon:]

Cut to a scene of a young man who appears to be in his early 20's with long black hair riding a bike along the street. It is the now-young again, Dr Smith. He turns into the Snug Harbor parking lot and pulls up to the office. Ramon is standing in the doorway.

Ramon: (pointing to Freddie's room) He over there.


Michael: (standing his bike up along the side of the building) Thanks.

--Waxon
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[Palaka:]

 

Palaka is asleep in bed on his back. The room is dark with only a small shade of light seeping through the fully drawn curtains. As his image comes to forbearance, it appears that he has not shaven in days. He is dreaming and talking nonsense.

Palaka: No, no... no... yes! No. Yes! No. Yes! I'm OK, You OK? Whoa! Whoa Whoa Whoa! Wait!
He wakes suddenly and sits up in bed. Realizing he has been dreaming, he breathes a sigh of relief and falls back in place. Looking around the room he begins to realize he is in a strange place. Certain things are familiar but this is not his room. He sits up quickly and looks around . There is no sign of Freddie or his belongings. Beginning to panic, now he stands up – but his legs give way and he falls to the floor.  


Palaka: Oh shit! Oh Shit! Not again! Oh Shit!
Seeing the light from the peephole in the door, he begins to crawl – almost slithering to the door. Pulling himself up he opens the door and a wave of light floods his vision – temporarily blinding him. He staggers out of the room covering his eyes and as his vision clears, he sees that he is in the Snug Harbor parking lot. Ramon is across the lot sweeping.

Palaka: Hey! Hey...a....what.... ah....the big one?

Ramon points Palaka to his right.
As Palaka begins to walk we see that he is coming out of room 24. He is in his underwear. Palaka approaches Freddie's room and reaches for the doorknob but it is locked. He begins knocking frantically on the door.

(Cut back to Ramon who has gone into the office and is dialing the phone. )
Ramon: He's awake.......He looks...normal, I guess.

The door opens and Freddie stands in the doorway.
Palaka: (trying to look calm) Hey, boss. Uh...how long....uh...I mean...what's going on?

Freddie: Well, if it ain't Abraham Lincoln. What's goin' on is that you should put on some fucking clothes before you scare the slaves back into slavery.
Freddie steps aside and Palaka enters the room.

Palaka: I gotta pee!

--Waxon

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[Ramon:]

The early sun burns the asphalt in the courtyard of Snug Harbor. The shades are drawn on the windows and no one besides Ramon, who is sweeping the parking lot, sees a yellow taxi as it pulls up. With John in tow Kai, still wearing a red hat, opens the door to room F. The hat gets caught in the broken screen; Kai throws it in the yard and enters the dark room.

Ramon: (nods to himself) About time. (he picks the hat up, shakes the dust off and hangs it on the doorknob).
http://youtu.be/09dQmeB_NgU

Sounds of Beach Boys "Sloop John B" are filling the room, it's a cell phone alarm on the night stand going apparently for a while. Butchie is in bed, mumbling something in his sleep. Kai turns the phone off, however we can hear the song until it ends.  Kai looks around at the empty beer bottles, the Bob Marley banner draped over the chair, half opened cardboard boxes on the floor. For a long moment she watches Butchie's troubled sleep, then goes to the kitchenette and fills a glass with water and ice cubes from the fridge.Kai returns to the room  drinking the water,  when finished, she walks over to Butchie's bed, pulls open his shorts and drops the ice inside.

John: (smiling) Baptize this fucking pistol!

Butchie: (jumping up) Whaa...what the fuck! (he jumps off the bed, jumping up and down to get rid of the ice). Jesus fucking Christ.... it's you, Kai? (Kai smiles, lifts the glass to drink last drops of water.) Shit, Kai, what the hell's wrong with you, you're gonna freeze my balls off! (Butchie sees Kai's shaved and bandaged head) Oh, babe....you were hurt.... (his face turns somber) I thought you were dead... just now I saw.... everyone.... in the dark, then like a flash of lightning or fucking something.... I don't know, fire..... everyone's dead.... It was like watching from somewhere else, where.... Mom, Dad.....Tina.... the whole fucking town....

Kai: Butchie..... I saw you....

She and Butchie stand still, joining hands. They hug each other with desperate urgency, in search of comfort.
Butchie: (quickly regains his composure) He wasn't there, Shaunie, with the dead, you know!

John walks out of the bathroom, in his widespread arms he's holding two wetsuits with the camouflage pattern. John walks up to Butchie and Kai as they're still standing in a tight embrace.

John: The end is near!

Butchie: Wow, wow, hold your fucking horsies, John, what do you mean? Like THE END?

Kai: Butchie, do you think he knows anything? Wait....

John: I don't know, Butchie, instead. (Kai and Butchie exchange understanding glances)

Butchie: What the fuck I know about this shit, Kai, is that he said to me yesterday (he imitates John's voice) "everyone died"! Right, John? Where's Slim Jim, when you need him!

Kai: Who?

Butchie: Linc fucking Stark! Anyways, John, buddy, is there a war, 'cause I sure didn't fucking signed for any draft, and now that I think about it, I'm real thirsty, my brother, for the draft beer.... or bottled!

John: (making an encouraging  grimace) You need to get wet!


--svengali2

[The story continues.]

The story continues.

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Just learning the ropes, how to post a video here.

Is that possible, John?
That's possible, Butchie!

Skor should be mixing the drinks, she knows them well.
I would've send her an invitation, but she is partying.... Maybe.....

It works at last.