Jo Haskin, prod.
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Jo Haskin, prod.
Casting "In God We Trust."
Rehearsal and Production Dates & Locations
Rehearses Sept. 2014; shoots Oct. 2014 in Sacramento, CA.
Compensation & Union Contract Details
Pays: $100/day, plus meals. SAG Ultra-Low Budget Agreement.
Bernard - Sides
INT. THEATRE - SAME
Out of the darkness, BERNARD, 60’s and good looking, steps across the stage and into the spotlight interrupting Derrick’s rap. He’s holding a bag of POPCORN...
BERNARD (to Derrick)
Sorry for the interruption. Derrick holds to the side.
BERNARD (CONT’D) (re: Sandralyn to Denver)
You know, maybe if you weren’t so intense your students might not be so nervous. I applaud your passion, but you’re downright scary.
... Who are you?
Denver flips through his call sheet...
Well, Bernard. If you wouldn’t mind
exiting the stage, we’re in the middle of a class here.
BERNARD (slight confusion)
Okay, but before I go I want you to remember something. You’re not here to break one’s confidence, your hear to break a leg.
Bernard gives an awkward morphed half bow and back... Denver holds deadpan.
exits out the
EXT. THEATRE / BACK ALLEY - SAME
Sandralyn is still struggling with her breath...
Bernard steps out of the theater, approaches Sandralyn. He empties the popcorn from the BAG, hands it to Sandralyn.
BERNARD Breathe into it...
The bag is helping and Sandralyn’s anxiety attack begins to calm.
What are you doing here, Bernard?
BERNARD Being supportive.
He holds out a flower.
SANDRALYN I’m married.
No you’re not. You’re a widow.
She turns more serious.
You don’t know anything about it.
I know everything about it--
Why don’t you just do the job I pay
you for and leave it at that. The rest is none of your business, Bernard.
Bernard is hurt, but takes the jab like a champ.
BERNARD Okay, Misses Wright.
Bernard drops the flower at her feet and walks off. Sandralyn drops her head between her knees, focused on the FLOWER.
EXT. SANDRALYN’S HOME / FRONT PORCH - SECONDS LATER
WATER drizzles out of a HOSE into the fountain. Bernard walks over, turns the water off, and pulls the hose over as...
Ronny walks out the front door in his wrinkled clothing.
Been a while since I’ve seen anyone
use the front door.
Ronny walks past Bernard who is now placing the hose in a big bucket.
RONNY Hey Bernard.
Looks like you slept in your
RONNY (sitting in chair)
You have a keen eye for detail. Bernard walks back to the fountain.
And I’m immune to your sarcasm, you
should know that by now.
Bernard stares into the fountain for a long awkward silence and then looks back to Ronny...
Got anything working in there?
Yeah, one, from a couple years
Hard to keep sometimes.
BERNARD Not this one.
How long have you taking care of
this place, Bernard?
Since before you were born, fresh
out of school with a Degree in Horticulture.
I took one look at this property and saw a blank canvas with me holding the brush. I look at it now and can see my life in every plant, blade of grass and shrub.
It’s a lot to take care of.
No, this yard... it takes care of
On to the next property. Good seeing you.
Bernard leaves. Ronny stares into the fountain for a long beat as Lily walks up, hair still wet from her shower.
Sandralyn - Sides
INT. CLOTHING STORE - SAME
Racks of clothes stare back at us. Through a glass door, we see Sandralyn getting out of the car and approaching. She unlocks and opens the door, sounding off a BUZZER. She closes the door and flicks on a fluorescent light.
Sandralyn walks past a mannequin, something about it is off. She removes the bonnet tied around her neck, applies it to the mannequin’s and...
She pats counter.
SANDRALYN (to mannequin)
There you go, Sheila.
the mannequin’s cheek lightly and walks to the
her purse on the counter as the front door BUZZES.
It’s WENDY, late 30’s, a feisty-little Italian holding a Starbucks, stands displeased and extremely pregnant. She’s a fast talker with an average heart rate of about 120 bpm.
SANDRALYN (CONT’D) G’morning, sweetie.
What’s good about it? My sausage
fingers, puffy toes or mood swings? Wendy passes, walks into the break room.
SANDRALYN Tough morning?
INT. CLOTHING STORE / BREAK ROOM - SAME
Wendy puts her things down, sits exhausted, rests her forearm atop her belly. Sandralyn walks in behind her, sits down across from Wendy, eyes her.
Cravings are getting more strange -
I had sardines and boiled eggs for dinner last night and didn’t sleep a wink.
With Ronny it was a sweet and sour
thing... chocolate and pork rinds.
Wendy takes a long sip of her coffee, exhales and then her eyes grow big with anticipation and excitement, emotions flipped on a dime and...
WENDY SANDRALYN WENDY
Your monologue yesterday! how’d it go?
WENDY (CONT’D) Standing “O,” courtesy claps, or
Sandralyn feigns a smile, but is reluctant.
WENDY (CONT’D) Sandralyn? Did you at least get
through it this time?
Wendy sips her coffee to the end, slurping it, shaking the cup to get every last drop as...
Well that’s progress.
Sandralyn reaches over and rips the empty cup out of her hand. Wendy’s smile slowly dissipates as tears well in her eyes.
I’m sorry, but that was annoying.
No, no... it the Hormones.
Wendy wipes her eyes and looks at Sandralyn. They share a melancholy moment of laughter over Wendy’s mood swings as... The SOUND of the BUZZER to the front door as...
HARD CUT TO:
INT. CLOTHING STORE - AFTERNOON
Wendy and Sandralyn stepping out of the front door. Wendy turns the sign from “open” to “closed,” locks the door.
You have anybody to help you with
the store tomorrow?
I ran this place for 15 years by
myself before I hired you. I’ll manage just fine, sweetie.
You see that candor you have with
me? That’s how you need to talk to Ronny.
SANDRALYN I’m working on it.
You want me to call him?
You’re a little too colorful. Plus,
he doesn’t return calls.
Then you keep calling until he
Wendy holds her belly, looks at it.
This kid here will always call his
(to Belly, playfully)
Isn’t that right, mister?!
That’s so cute, but extremely
Sandralyn smiles, become entranced on Wendy’s protruding belly, touches it.
Love this child as much as you can
while he is under your roof. Because, when he’s young, he’ll think you walk on water.
And then one day you’ll literally
wake up and you’ve fallen to the very bottom of his to-do list --
Sandralyn? I love you like a
mother, so please don’t take this the wrong way. But that’s the most depressing thing I’ve ever heard.
Wendy pulls away.
Can I give you a ride home.
WENDY That’s okay --
Wendy? Wendy stops, turns.
SANDRALYN (CONT’D) (re: monologue)
I lied to you. The monologue, I couldn’t do it, I froze up, ran off stage for dear life.
I know. You’ll get it.
Wendy walks off.
Sandralyn walks on stage and into the spotlight.
Whenever you’re ready? And
remember, this is your last shot. You either pass or fail on this performance. MAKE. IT. COUNT.
Yes, thanks for those words of encouragement.
Sandralyn stands anxious on stage, shakily holding the paper with her monologue on it.
Ronny stops in the aisle, still in the dark of the theatre. She clears her throat with confidence.
SANDRALYN (CONT’D) (rapping)
I watched you grow up, in front of my EYES --
Ronny emerges from the darkness. Sheri pulls at his arm and he yanks it away.
RONNY What is this?!
SHERI Ronny, don’t --
RONNY Stay out of it!
The class turns, eyes on Ronny. Sandralyn is speechless.
RONNY (CONT’D) What are you doing, mom?
The CLASS turns back to Sandralyn, reminiscent of watching a tennis ball go back and forth over the net.
Sandralyn just stares at him. Ronny holds a stare back and then turns his back and begins to walk off.
Turn around! Your mother is
Ronny stops, turns back to Sandralyn.
You want to know what I’m doing up
here... I’m up here for you!
RONNY For me?
Yeah, for you. I thought if I took
an interest in your life, that maybe, just maybe you’d take an interest in mine.
We push slowly in on Ronny, his eyes holding staunch focus, welling up with tears.
SANDRALYN (CONT’D) But I was wrong. You don’t care
about anyone accept yourself.
Jacob stands in front of Sheri, her arms over his shoulders.
So you’re going to give me a full
serving of guilt to with this plate of manipulation?
What you see as guilt and
manipulation is really just a mother who loves her son -- misses her son, nothing more, nothing less.
All of this simply to get my
We push in on Sandralyn.
When you were young and I was raising you, I had to be your
mother and couldn’t be your friend. (beat)
Don’t you get it? I’ll always be your mother... but now that you’re a grown man, I need your friendship too.
Crystal - Sides
INT. RONNY’S APARTMENT / LIVING ROOM - DAY (3 MONTHS AGO)
CRYSTAL, 30’s, cute, stern, sits on the couch across from RONNY.
If we’re going to work this out,
you’re going to need to accept a few hard facts about yourself.
It’s over, Crystal - Like what hard
Like eventually, you’re going to
have to get a job.
I don’t need a job, I have a
You have a HOBBY. Careers and jobs
Acting is about art, commitment,
Well, your “passion” isn’t making
the payments on that Lexus you drive, I am.
It’s always about money with you.
You got offered a paycheck, to act--
In theatre. I’m a film actor.
It was a job that paid you where
you’re the most comfortable... being somebody else--
Please don’t try and side-step the
situation by psycho-analyzing me. You cheated on ME, remember? --
It was one kiss, Ronny. One.
It’s never the kiss, it’s what led
to the kiss.
Can’t you just meet someone in the
middle for once in your life? You have to realize there’s two sides to every story.
Ronny thinks on this, then looks up to Crystal.
Of course you can’t. You’d have to
find fault in yourself to come to that realization.
Crystal stands, walks to the door, stops... waiting... she walks out and slams the door.
SMASH CUT TO
Jacob - Sides
INT. RONNY’S APARTMENT - SAME
A cell PHONE rings from an end table, display reads: “Mom.”
JACOB (O.S.) It’s your mom!
RONNY (O.S.) Turn it off.
JACOB, 16, stands to the side of CamCorder wearing a “Jesus Freak” tee shirt, he grabs the cell, turns it off.
JACOB That’s cold.
RONNY (O.S.) You ready?!
RONNY Hit it, Run!
Jacob hits play on the CamCorder and...
Some very strange over-the-top angelic music begins in the b.g. as... In SLOW MOTION: THE DOOR OPENS with a bright light blasting in the b.g. and DRY ICE coming up from both sides of the door as...
RONNY, 40’s, long hair, beard, steps into the light, silhouetted, walking down the hallway. It becomes obvious he’s playing Jesus and bearing a huge CRUCIFIX on his back. He appears to struggle under the weight of the Cross...
You’re too hunched over.
Ronny says nothing, continues on with his over-the-top acting.
JACOB (CONT’D) And he carried it over one
shoulder, not across both...
Ronny stops, stands up straight as the CROSS touches lightly to the ground. His eyes roll back in his head as he transforms out of character, and then...
RONNY Cut! Cut it!
Jacob shuts it down. Ronny approaches.
Jacob sits. Ronny sits to the side of him, leans back, frustrated.
RONNY (CONT’D) (laughably serious)
Look, Jacob. I asked you here to give me notes because you’re the resident Bible Thumper of this apartment complex, but hold off your notes until after I’ve completed the scene. You see, when you’re a method actor like myself, you actually become your character, feeling the pain and agony, blood sweat and tears of the character you’re portraying --
So Jesus carried a Styrofoam Cross?
If so, you won’t need to cast Simon of Cyrene. And where’s his Crown?--
Yes, no! See? You don’t understand
the craft of acting, and now your interruptions are clouding my motivations and judgement.
Jacob holds, confused, perplexed.
You see, this is my interpretation
of Jesus’s walk to Crucifixion--
Why interpret when it’s perfectly
written out in The Bible?--
Can you just respect my process? I want to edit and get this to my director to help him find his vision.
Ronny puts his head back, deflates. Jacob looks around the living room.
Are you going to tell me what
happened with Crystal? Because I think that’s what might be clouding your motivations and judgements.
If I tell you, will you not
interrupt the next take? Ronny puts his head back on the couch.
Three months ago, she came over,
said she wanted to talk.
XT. STREET - MINUTES LATER Ronny’s Lexus drives by.
INT. RONNY’S CAR - SAME
Ronny drives, complains to himself about his evening.
RONNY Weeeeee, that was fun.
Ronny turns a corner and... SCREEEEEEEEEEECH! The car skids to a stop. Ronny’s eyes are bulging, looking out the front windshield. The engine idles as he slowly steps out into the calm of the night.
EXT. STREET - SAME
Ronny walks to the front of the car to find Jacob on the ground.
Jacob feels his torso, and then sits up...
Thanks for stopping.
I could’ve killed you!
Ronny helps Jacob to his feet.
What are you doing, walking in the
middle of the street?
Collecting my thoughts, praying for
a couple of kids at school.
I’d consider doing that on the
sidewalk in the future.
I guess I got lost in prayer.
RONNY (re: car)
Get in, I’ll drive you home.
I don’t want to put you out.
We live in the same complex.
Bully 1 & 2 - Sides
EXT. STREET - SAME
Ronny’s Lexus pulls to the curb, he gets out of the car and approaches. The two BULLIES aren’t intimidated.
RONNY You okay, Jacob?
JACOB (re: Bible)
Got everything I need right here.
Mind your own business, gramps!
(double take to Bully)
(he lets it go)
C’mon, I’ll take you home --
I’m fine right here. You think I’m
afraid of an Atheist and an Agnostic? Not likely.
Bully 1 tries to swipe Jacob’s Bible. Jacob pulls it away causing the bully to wiff. Bully 2 laughs...
The bully pushes Jacob to the ground.
Whoaaaaa... hold up, now! What’s
wrong with you?!
Ronny intervenes as the BULLIES laugh.
RONNY (CONT’D) (to bullies)
You two get out of here. Go’ on. The bullies retreat.
BULLY 1 (to Jacob)
We’ll see you at school tomorrow.
You know how I love our talks. I’ll
pray for you both. (to Ronny)
In-service day tomorrow... (to Bullies)
Ronny stops him with a smirk. The bullies walk away. Ronny helps Jacob up.
Seems like I’m always picking you up off the ground.
Ronny dusts Jacob off, Jacob dusts off his Bible.
At least I’m on the sidewalk this
time and not in the street.
Bo/Michael Timothy - Sides
EXT. SANDRALYN’S HOME / ALLEY / BACKYARD - 6ISH THAT EVENING
Bo and Lily walk through the gate towards the back of the house. Bo holds a two-liter BOTTLE of orange soda.
A two-liter? Real classy.
People won’t admit it, but they
love soda pop. Bo takes in the house.
BO (CONT’D) Nice place --
They reach the door and Lily knocks.
LILY Just --
BO Just what?
LILY Just don’t.
Sandralyn opens the door. ------
Bo? Would you mind saying Grace?
Oh, no, I don’t --
Just improvise, you’ll do fine.
Bo throws a disdained look to Lily. She’s coaxing him with a menacing expression.
Well... Okay then...
Sandralyn gives a supporting touch to Bo’s forearm.
SANDRALYN Whatever’s in your heart.
Bo folds his hands awkwardly in prayer, it’s quite obvious he doesn’t pray routinely. Lily, Sandralyn and Ronny, close their eyes, fold hands, and bow their heads. Bo bows his head, but keeps his eyes open and...
Well... God? Or is it Lord, or
They’re all the same, pick one.
Lord. Thanks for this meal and the
carbonation in the soda. I really love the little bubbles, they’re quite refreshing a fizzy.
Ronny opens one curious eye to Bo and then closes his eyes.
I find that soda is vastly
overlooked as a dinner time staple. Lily giggles under her clasped fingers.
You see... Father. I don’t really
pray a lot, but I believe it’s important to give thanks for the little things... So
Anyways, God Almighty Jesus Christ, that’s all I got. Thanks again for the chow... and these fine people. Al-mond.
Ronny gives a side-eyed look to Bo.
You really like soda don’t you?
Bo leans in to grab a piece of bread, close to Ronny.
BO (whispered tone,
You know, I’ve checked a few chins in my time, so I’d watch it --
SANDRALYN Dig in everybody.
Bo leans back in his seat holding hard eyes on Ronny. ----
Ronny turns to see Bo, a real preppy-proper type wearing a bow tie.
Greetings and salutations... Ronny.
He looks to Sheri for direction...
BO (CONT’D) I assume the jig is up?
The GIRL’S MONOLOGUE ENDS... APPLAUSE.
SHERI (to Ronny)
This is Michael-Timothy.
RONNY What jig?
Your mother hired us to whip you
into shape. And from what I witnessed, she had good reason.
Michael-Timothy turns and walks away quickly, leaving Sheri holding the rest of the bag.