A Decent Place to Rest Your Ass

INT. LOFT - LATE AFTERNOON

An Upper East Side loft, luxurious, but ruined by piles of
garbage. JOHN HARRIS (24), fresh faced and bit a chubby,
sits on a couch, feet on the coffee table. He stares at his
smartphone and scrolls with his finger. He throws it on the
floor.
JOHN
Ehhh....
Beat. He picks it back up and continues to scroll. The
door bells rings. John gets and answers it.
At the door stands RONALD TOWNSEND (25), black curly hair,
fit and in a chic suit.
RONALD
Oh hey, youre John right?
Ronald shakes Johns hand.
JOHN
Yeah, who are you?
RONALD
Ronald Townsend. The new
tenant, sorry Im a little late.
Ronald makes his way inside and sees the garbage.
RONALD (CONT)
Whoa...
JOHN
Yeah, I had until the 31st to get
my stuff out right?
RONALD
Todays the first.
John giggles.
JOHN
Oh shit man, Im sorry. Uh...
RONALD
You were supposed to just give me
the key and be on your way.
JOHN
Key. Right, thats here somewhere.
John scan the floor as he kicks around garbage.
2.
RONALD
Maybe you should just go.
JOHN
I cant just go, all my
stuffs here.
RONALD
Thats not my problem.
JOHN
(whining)
Come on, you seem like a cool
guy. I made one mistake, you can
understand Mr. "Sorry Im A Little
Late".
Ronald rolls his eyes.
JOHN (CONT)
Please. Let me stay here. We can
be roomies just for one
night. Please please please
please?
John pouts. Ronald puts his hand to his face and sighs.
RONALD
Jesus Christ, fine. One night. Im
moving my stuff in tomorrow.
JOHN
Great! Thanks buddy. Hey, you can
even sleep in my bed, I mean if you
dont mind the dry cum smell, uh,
but if I change the sheets.
RONALD
The couch is fine.
Ronald throws his bags on the couch.
JOHN
Sure, thats probably a good
call. Just flip the cushions. So
its pretty late, I clean all this
tomorrow, right?
Ronald shrugs.
JOHN (CONT)
Okay sweet uh... Ill see you
later.
3.
John exits to the back of the apartment. Ronald begins to
unpack.
INT. JOHNS ROOM - AFTERNOON
The next day.
John is passed out on his bed. The clock reads 3:06 PM,
blinds keep sunlight out of the room.
RONALD O.S.
(screaming)
No that is unacceptable!
John creeps his eyes open.
RONALD O.S. (CONT)
We gave you until Friday to finish
and so help you God if you make us
wait any longer!
John slowly gets out of bed wearing only boxers.
INT. LOFT - AFTERNOON - CONTINUOUS
John walks through the room, Ronald fumes as he talks on the
phone.
RONALD
Who told you to go through with
that deal!?...
John steps on a pile of Doritos and makes a loud
crunch. Ronald looks over at him. John starts to sweep the
area with his feet.
RONALD (CONT)
Why wasnt I let on this!?...
Bullshit!
John looks intimated as pulls his couch towards the
door. Its very loud. Ronald puts a finger in his other
ear.
RONALD (CONT)
What?... what?
Ronald shoots angry eyes at John, he stops.
4.
RONALD (CONT)
(into phone)
Okay, call me back when you have
more information.
Ronald hangs up the phone.
RONALD (CONT)
What is the matter with you?
JOHN
Whats the matter with you? Quit
stressing out over work, youre
obviously well off if you can live
here.
RONALD
Oh right, my new multimillion
dollar loft covered fucking
garbage.
JOHN
You yell at me when I clean it, you
yell at me when I dont.
Ronald hits his hand to his face, hard. He sits on the
couch and pants through his nose.
JOHN (CONT)
Dude, you need to chillax. Look at
me, my fathers losing a bunch of
money, and I have to leave my
apartment, I have hepatitis
alphabet.
Ronald gives a confused look.
JOHN (CONT)
A, B, and C. But think about it,
do I look stressed to you?
John grins. Ronald takes a deep breath.
RONALD
Okay, I have things that Im
responsible for. Yeah, itd be
great if I could just sweep
everything under the rug--
JOHN
You can. If you want. Clearly
youre under a lot of stress.
5.
RONALD
(snaps)
Im not fucking stressed!
John smiles.
JOHN
Take it from me.
John sits down on the couch next to Ronald, and stretches.
JOHN (CONT)
When you have the means to do
whatever you want, its the best
time to do nothing at all. Just
rest your ass, (yawning) and relax.
Ronalds phone rings, he rolls his eyes.
RONALD
Fucking Mr. Webber.
He answer it.
RONALD
Hello Mr. Webber, do you have any
new information?... No about the
about the deal. Okay... well stop
calling then.
He hangs up.
RONALD (CONT)
(to himself)
Fucking asshole.
JOHN
Works getting in the way of your
happiness.
Ronalds phone rings, Ronald stares at the screen and
grimaces.
JOHN (CONT)
Maybe, you let that go to voice
mail...
Ronald looks unsure. The phone stops ringing.
JOHN (CONT)
See that wasnt--
A loud "message alert" comes from Ronalds phone. Beat.
6.
JOHN (CONT)
That wasnt so hard. Stay there.
Ill get you something to help you
relax.
INT. LOFT - AFTERNOON
An hour later.
A hazy, laid back environment. Psychedelic music
plays. Ronald and John, now dressed, sit on the floor and
hold beers, evidence of drug use is around.
RONALD
(high)
You know maybe youre right. I do
need to chillax. Im like a stock
broker, and good one too. Plus Im
only 25? Thats like young.
Ronald finishes his beer.
RONALD (CONT)
Wheres the recycling in this
place?
John cracks up, he stops when he sees Ronalds puzzled
expression.
JOHN
Just throw it on the floor man,
Ill get to it later.
Ronald throws his bottle on the ground. He smiles.
RONALD
Youre still moving out today
right?
JOHN
Of course. Im nothing if not my
word.
Beat.
RONALD
You know whats a funny
word? Poop.
They both laugh. A ringtone is heard. Ronald pulls out his
phone, and stares at the screen puzzled.
7.
RONALD (CONT)
(at phone)
Tell me who it is!
JOHN
Wait, I think thats mine.
John answers his phone.
JOHN (CONT)
Yellow?
Ronald laughs, John tries not to.
JOHN (CONT)
(to Ronald)
Shh, shut up. (into phone) Hi Mr.
Schwartz... (serious) Oh... uh
okay, keep me posted.
John hangs up his phone.
RONALD
Who was that?
JOHN (CONT)
Oh uh, my fathers company is uh...
we could lose... ha, a lot...
(shrugs) Welp, fuck it, they can
handle it.
John lies on the floor.
RONALD
You arent worried?
JOHN
Ehh, what can I do?
RONALD
No uh uh. I dont know. This
dicking around things fun and all
but... I mean, theres a time and
place for it. Y-you could help
youre dad and stuff.
Ronald stands up and stumbles a bit.
RONALD (CONT)
Maybe I should get back to work.
8.
JOHN
Ugh, work. You know what I say to
"work"? Fuck you asshole, youre a
piece of shit. I mean what I am
saying is. Work is slavery. Cause
like, you think you can leave, but
happens when you do? You
starve. You think you can leave
but you cant, unless you know the
secret to life.
RONALD
Be rich...
John gives a thumbs up.
RONALD (CONT)
Yeah maybe, but I dont know,
people arent meant to sit around
and do nothing all day.
JOHN
Not with that attitude.
Ronald sits on the couch.
RONALD
Alright, alright, alright. Im
still kind (high-pitched) "wee-woo"
to be working anyway.
John joins him on the couch, he gives Ronald a smirk.
INT. LOFT - NIGHT
5 hours later.
John and Ronald sit in nearly the same position, with bags
under their eyes. They glance awkwardly at each other.
RONALD
... Yep.
JOHN
Mmm-hmm.
John gets on his phone.
RONALD
So... sixth hour in a row of doing
nothing.
9.
JOHN
Yeah, its great right?
Long silence as John scrolls on his phone.
RONALD
This is fucking boring.
JOHN
How could you be bored? Theres a
whole world out there. And the
best part about it? You can access
all of it from right here!
John turns on the television to the Netflix homes page.
JOHN (CONT)
Wanna go to the movies. Just
stream Netflix. Have a thirst for
whats going on the
world? Reddit.com And do you know
how many fine dining restaurants
deliver right to peoples doors? A
lot if you tip them $1000.
RONALD
Do you ever step out of this place?
JOHN
Sure, when I have to. Like, what
if the pizza place is gonna take an
hour to deliver? Then I walk down
to the Chinese place on the corner.
RONALD
(unconvincing)
Thats uh... really great
sounding. But, I think Im getting
a little sick of these
walls. Maybe its time we got this
shit out of here and so I can move
my stuff in.
John groans.
JOHN
Lame. Look, if you really want
adventure. (hushed) I have the
number of a few ladies wholl make
"house calls".
John winks. Ronald looks uncomfortable.
10.
JOHN
And Im not talking about nurses.
Ronald nods.
JOHN (CONT)
Unless you want them--
RONALD
I know what youre talking
about. And I do not think the
girlfriend would like that.
Johns has a stern expression.
JOHN
You have a girlfriend?
RONALD
Yeah...
JOHN
I mean uh... you might not want to
bring her here with this mess.
RONALD
Thats occurred to me.
John laughs awkwardly.
JOHN
The ladies dont always like all
this heh, dicking around stuff.
He gets up.
JOHN (CONT)
You know I guess I could uh...
maybe clean up a little.
John gets on his knees and piles garbage together.
INT. LOFT - AFTERNOON
The next day.
The loft is nearly empty and sparkling clean. A MOVER
pushes a chair out the door. Ronald helps John place the
last bit of trash into one of fifteen trash bags.
11.
JOHN
Yaknow I dont interact with
people a whole lot. And maybe
occasionally I can be (sheepish)
kind of a shitty person. Maybe a
bit oblivious.
John wipes sweat off his brow and sits on the couch being
pushed by the mover. John looks around the empty apartment.
JOHN (CONT)
I dont know... Maybe I am a
little nervous about my fathers
fortune.
Ronald pulls John off the couch, it gets pushed out by the
mover.
JOHN (CONT)
Do you really think doing nothing
all the time is boring?
Before Ronald can respond, Johns phone rings, he answers
it.
JOHN (CONT)
Hey Dad... oh uh, sure that would
be alright, see you tonight.
He hangs up.
JOHN (CONT)
Thats gonna be a fun
conversation. But uh... yeah I
guess Im gonna take off.
RONALD
You know John, I havent known you
that long, and we may not see each
other again. I just want you to
know, youre a pretty selfish and
person and totally a bad influence.
John looks uncomfortable.
RONALD (CONT)
But if its any consolation, Ive
decided not immediately throwing
you out wasnt a decision that made
my life any worse.
They both smirk.
12.
JOHN
Welp I got a devastating meeting to
attend to. So Ill see you around
Ronald.
John shakes Ronalds hand.
RONALD
See ya buddy.
JOHN
Oh and sorry we couldnt find your
key.
RONALD
Eh, I can print a new one.
John approaches the door. He takes a long look at the empty
loft, waves goodbye, then exits.
EXT. MANSION - NIGHT
Its dark and rainy. A town car pulls up. John exits.
INT. MANSION - NIGHT
John enters the dimly lit, gothic style mansion. He paces
to the rear.
INT. DINER AREA - NIGHT
John arrives at the enormous dining table and takes a
seat. Across the way sits DANIEL HARRIS (63), distinguished
and exhausted.
JOHN
Hello Father.
DANIEL
(raspy)
Hello John.
JOHN
Can you please tell me whats going
to happen to our family?
Daniel takes a long hard look at his son. He takes a sip of
brandy, and looks down.
13.
DANIEL
Things are not looking
good. Theres an informant among
us. Hes gathered information that
can... will... destroy us.
Beat. Daniel finishes his drink.
DANIEL (CONT)
I need you to be ready to give up a
lot... are you prepared to do so?
Beat. John looks intently at the ground.
JOHN
Im think ready for a change.
An old fashioned telephone rings. Daniel gets up to answer
it.
DANIEL
(into phone)
Hello?... Yes do you have any more
information... (surprised) Oh
really... (light tone) okay thanks.
Daniel sits back down and giggles.
DANIEL (CONT)
That informant is gone.
He makes a throat cutting motion.
DANIEL (CONT)
Feds got nothing on me now.
Daniel pulls out a remote control and turns on a football
game playing on a previously hidden wall TV, totally
relaxed, he watches the game.
JOHN
Wait what? But I was ready to make
a big change.
DANIEL
Huh? Oh dont worry about that
son. Everythings a-okay.
Daniel goes back to watching the game. John face is blank
as he stares into space.
14.
JOHN
What should I do?
Daniels eyes are glued to the screen, the players fumble.
DANIEL
Ahhh! Come on MMMh!
John approaches a small bar and grabs a bottle of
brandy. He chugs it.
INT. LOFT - NIGHT
Sleek furniture fills the apartment. Ronald sits on a couch
with KIMBERLY (24), both dressed in evening clothes and
acting affectionate.
RONALD
Im really glad I got to see you,
my lifes been a big mess lately.
KIMBERLY
(smiles)
I understand.
Kimberly caresses Ronalds knee, he smiles and leans in for
a kiss, but not before the door bursts open. John staggers
into the living room, bottle in hand.
JOHN
(super drunk)
Dude! Everythings gonna be
a-okay.
John stumbles on to the couch, almost on top of Kimberly.
JOHN (CONT)
First off all I found your key. It
was on my bottle opener.
He looks to where his coffee table once was.
JOHN (CONT)
Ahh, why is everything different!?
He throws the bottle opener on the floor.
RONALD
What are you doing?
15.
JOHN
My Dads money Ronald. Its back,
or it never left or something. I
dont need to change or do any of
that gay shit.
John leans over Kimberly, Ronald tries to push John away,
John spills his drink on Kimberly, she stands up.
KIMBERLY
Okay, what the fuck is going on
here?
JOHN
Yeah, who is this Ronald? I need
to talk to you, alone. Get outta
here biatch.
Kimberly slaps John.
JOHN (CONT)
Hey!
In a fit John stands up, then immediately topples over and
bursts out laughing. Kimberly heads to the door.
RONALD
No, Kimberly wait!
She exits.
JOHN
Finally. Dude, I need to tell you
about what happened.
RONALD
Get out.
JOHN
What?
RONALD
Get out of my fucking apartment you
leech!
Ronald gets up and forcefully grabs John.
16.
INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
John gets thrown out, the door slams shut. He looks angry,
tears form in his eyes.
EXT. SIDEWALK - NIGHT
MONTAGE:
John wanders through various empty streets in heavy rain
EXT. UNDER THE OVERPASS - NIGHT
John walks past an overpass. Hes approached by PETEY, an
old, dirty homeless man.
PETEY
(scratchily)
Excuse me sir, can you spare a
dollar?
JOHN
(distant)
Uh... yeah thats fine.
John examines his wallet, he pulls out a $100 bill.
JOHN (CONT)
I only carry hundreds, you have any
change?... No fuck it, you can
just have this.
John hands Petey the bill.
PETEY
God bless you sir!
John looks around the overpass.
JOHN
So you live here huh?
He examines a cardboard box, and various bits of food
stuffs, he sits down, Petey joins him.
JOHN (CONT)
(smirks)
Its real quaint.
John looks down and sees an almost complete burrito.
17.
JOHN (CONT)
Whoa, you guys get Chipotle!?
John grabs the burrito, takes another ten $100 bills out of
his wallet and hands them to Petey.
JOHN (CONT)
Wanna trade?
Petey nods furiously. John eats the burrito with glee.
JOHN (CONT)
Money, right? Whats it worth if
you can be homeless and still enjoy
Chipotle? I could just give it all
away, live like a cowboy.
John takes a bite from the burrito and looks stricken, the
bite drops out his mouth.
JOHN (CONT)
Is there poop in this?
PETEY
Sometimes folks dont want you
around and try to scare you off.
John jumps up and spits profusely. He breaths heavily, then
sees a rat scurry across the stockpile of food.
JOHN
Ahhh! Fuck, rat, gross, shit!
John skitters away, trips, then vomits for a few
moments. Petey grimaces. John kneels in a pool of vomit.
JOHN (CONT)
To be fair thats like sixty
percent brandy... and poop.
John stands up and dusts himself off, he approaches Petey.
JOHN (CONT)
This is awkward, I dont use credit
cards and I need some new clothes.
Petey hands John one of the bills.
18.
EXT. SIDEWALK - NIGHT
John, dressed in a sweatsuit, walks through the rain in a
hunch. He comes across a Dennys.
INT. DENNYS - DAWN
John looks hungover and pale as he sits in a booth and plays
with his disgusting pancakes. A WAITRESS walks over.
WAITRESS
Hows everything here?
JOHN
Do you like being a waitress?
WAITRESS
Excuse me?
JOHN
Is it something you wanted? Or did
you bottom out after a millionaire
dumped you?
The waitress looks confused.
JOHN (CONT)
Can I have a check?
INT. BUS - EARLY MORNING
John rides a nearly empty bus. The sun rise creeps behind
fields of grass.
EXT. DINER PARKING LOT - MORNING
A cab drops John off in front of the rural diner. He takes
a big breath.
INT. DINER - MORNING
John enters, he sees a waitress, REBBECCA (26), very pretty,
but tired. She sees John across the way and grimaces. John
approaches her.
JOHN
Hi Rebbecca.
19.
REBBECCA
What do you want?
JOHN
I uh... just wanted to see how you
were doing.
REBBECCA
Im doing just great thank
you. Now can you get out of my way
I have tables to tend to.
John moves over, she starts to clear off a table.
JOHN
Im sorry.
She ignores him.
JOHN (CONT)
You were right, okay. I thought I
deserved more than I had.
MARK (5), runs into the dining area then into Rebbeccas
arms.
MARK
Mommy!
REBBECCA
Hey sweety. Are you ready for
school.
MARK
Yeah!
JOHN
Hey whos this little guy?
REBBECCA
This is my son. (stern) Mark.
JOHN
Hey Mark hows it going?
John shakes Marks hand.
MARK
Mommy, Mr. Flaherty said hed drive
me to school today.
20.
REBBECCA
Thats great sweetheart, you go on
ahead.
Rebbecca sets Mark down, he exits.
JOHN
So youre a mom now?
REBBECCA
Thats right. A single mom. Its
tough, raising him alone.
JOHN
(sympathetic)
Yeah I bet.
Rebbecca stares John down.
REBBECCA
(over enunciating)
Hes never even met his father...
JOHN
Oh, thats too bad.
She tries to nod to him, John smiles at her blankly. She
rolls her eyes.
REBBECCA
Dude, hes your son.
JOHN
What!?
REBBECCA
The name Mark didnt give you a
hint?
JOHN
Why should it?
REBBECCA
Thats your name retard!
JOHN
My names John.
REBBECCA
Huh?
A look of dread comes over her face.
21.
REBBECCA (CONT)
Oh shit youre not Mark... ohh...
hey John, long time no see.
She laughs nervously. Johns on the verge of
hyperventilating.
REBBECCA (CONT)
Im sorry, Im an idiot. I dated
Mark right after we broke
up. Y-y-you kinda look alike.
JOHN
So Im not a father?
Rebbecca shakes her head. John slumps into a chair and
takes a deep breath.
JOHN (CONT)
Yeah, that... good. Thats good.
Rebbecca sits across from him.
REBBECCA
John, why did you come here?
JOHN
I guess I needed a reminder of why
I need to be a better person.
John puts his face in his palms.
JOHN (CONT)
God... I dont know what Im doing
with my life Rebbecca.
REBBECCA
What do you want to do?
JOHN
I know I can get a job, okay. Or
take up a hobby or whatever. But
whats the point? To appear
busy? The world doesnt need me to
be apart of it.
Beat.
REBBECCA
Im sorry I dont have an answer
for you.
22.
JOHN
I wouldnt expect you to. But
there is someone out there who
might.
Beat.
REBBECCA
You didnt come here to get back
together with me right?
JOHN
(nervous laugh)
What? No.
REBBECCA
Cause Im not really looking to--
JOHN
No thats not it. I uh..
John gets up.
JOHN (CONT)
I gotta go. I need to ask Ronald
something. Y-y-you dont know
him. Uh... see ya.
He hurries to the door.
INT. HALLWAY - AFTERNOON
John arrives at Ronalds door. He hesitates, then knocks.
Its answered by Kimberly. She glares at him, John crinkles
his brow.
JOHN
I feel like... I met you last
night.
Beat.
JOHN (CONT)
Memorys a little fuzzy, yaknow.
KIMBERLY
(yells into loft)
Ronald your friends back.
She walks inside. John waits outside until Ronald enters
the doorway.
23.
RONALD
Youve gotta be fucking kidding me.
Ronald tries to close the door, John stops it with his
foot. It shuts hard.
JOHN
Ow fuck!
RONALD
Shit sorry!... Wait no Im not,
get the fuck out of here.
John jumps on one foot.
JOHN
Please I just want to ask you one
question and Ill go.
RONALD
What?
JOHN
This really hurts, can I come
inside?
Ronald glares at John.
JOHN (CONT)
Fine, god. I just want to know
what happened after you dodged Mr.
Webbers calls?
RONALD
Who?
JOHN
The other day you were avoiding
calls from a coworker named Mr.
Webber. You didnt take the call
and stopped working for hours, what
happened after that?
RONALD
Mr. Webber isnt a coworker, he
represents one of my clients. I
was angry because hes an (in
Johns face) idiot, who screwed up
a deal. And it doesnt matter, I
can miss one day of work, the world
doesnt end.
24.
JOHN
But what if you missed all the
days? Take your millions and spend
your days at ease.
Ronald tries to speak but stops himself. Beat.
RONALD
You know what, get the fuck out of
here!
Tears form in Johns eyes.
JOHN
Okay man, Im sorry for coming
back.
Ronald rolls his eyes.
RONALD
Fine, you can come in and put some
ice on your dumb foot.
Ronald helps John walk into the loft.
INT. LOFT - AFTERNOON
John sits on the couch and icies his foot. Ronald sits down
across from him.
RONALD
Its pretty unbelievable to
complain, you know that? You know
how hard I had to work to get to
where I am? I came from nothing.
JOHN
Your grew up poor?
RONALD
Upper middle class. But whoda
thunk me, some little Jewish boy
from Long Island would, grow up to
be a hot shot wall street investor?
JOHN
Probably a lot of people.
RONALD
Well most of us still dont get to
do what we want. And I owe it
those lost causes. Not everyone
aspires to be a hopeless slack-ass.
25.
John looks down.
RONALD (CONT)
But I guess thats your problem
isnt it?
John sees a remote control. He looks where his TV used to
be, and sees a masterfully painted landscape in its place.
JOHN
Nice piece.
RONALD
Thanks, its an original.
JOHN
Oh la-te-da.
Ronald smirks.
JOHN (CONT)
Did you know I used to be a
painter? I went to the best art
school money could buy for four
whole months.
RONALD
Thats actually... kind of cool. I
like paintings. What kind of
millionaire doesnt like
paintings? In fact my girlfriends
a painter. Although shes more
into "abstract art". This is the
last portrait she did of me.
Ronald motions to a painting on a wall of a black tree on a
rainbow background.
RONALD (CONT)
If you really are looking for
something to do, at least for right
now.
JOHN
huh?
Ronald hurries out the room. He returns with an small easel
and canvas.
RONALD
I want a portrait of myself. Ill
pose, and you paint it.
26.
JOHN
Seriously?
RONALD
Yeah, Im curious. Im not looking
for a much should just take a few
hours right?
JOHN
Uh... sure. Ill give it a try.
INT. LOFT - AFTERNOON
MONTAGE:
Ronald poses as John paints. We only get glimpses of the
canvas.
Kimberly walks in on them. She shrugs in frustration.
The sunlight becomes dimmer.
INT. LOFT - LATE AFTERNOON
John makes his last brush stroke.
JOHN
(unenthusiastic)
Okay, its ready.
Ronald takes a look.
RONALD
Thats um...
JOHN
Terrible.
RONALD
Yes, terrible.
We see the painting, its amateurish. Ronald is a blur, the
background is made of sloppy shapes.
JOHN
A very similar painting was hung in
the Louvre.
Ronald giggles.
27.
JOHN (CONT)
Im not joking. My father paid an
obscene about of money to showcase
my work there. For one day, it
hung right across the Mona Lisa.
RONALD
Uh, wow. That mustve been cool.
JOHN
Oh I didnt go see it. It was
shit. If there one thing I got
used to seeing in art school it was
shit. My shit, my classmates
shit. They were all a lot like
you. Middle class white
kids. Except they needed to be
artists. Shitty artists. Well
except for this one girl. Her
paintings were the tits.
He gestures to the landscape.
JOHN (CONT)
She could paint that in like a
month. And she kept insisting "I
need to be an painter." It wasnt
just something to pass the
time. And if you need to paint,
but you need to eat... You better
damn well be a good painter.
John grabs his painting.
JOHN (CONT)
I dont need to paint.
He slams it over his knee and breaks the canvas.
JOHN (CONT)
And I dont need to be an
investment broker, so why try and
fuck it all up? And you tell me
Ronald, what do I need to do?
Beat.
RONALD
You could uh... Check out the
world, see what inspires you? I
dont know man.
John heads to the door.
28.
JOHN
Youre probably right. I should
see the world. Find out if that
pans out for me.
RONALD
And hey if it doesnt, Id say all
you need is a decent place to rest
your ass.
They both laugh.
EXT. PARK PATH - MORNING
John strolls though the park and eyes those he
passes. Young children, loving couples, men and women in
suits, and an shabby lady holding out a hat.
EXT. PARK POND - MORNING
Now alone, John sits at a park bench and stares at a
pond. Its a beautiful site. His face is expressionless,
he leans back.
John pulls out his phone and mindlessly scrolls the screen
with his finger. He yawns.
FADE OUT.