It feels like forever since my last post. Life’s been rather insane. On December 8th, a letter from Department of Labor came in reminding me that my unemployment benefits could expire on the 30th of this month. My finances are in the hands of congress. This is so fucked up! All I need is one more month.
Last Monday, I visited an organization in New York City called The Actors Fund. This wonderful organization helps actors, filmmakers, writers, dancers, etc find work in everything but the entertainment industry. There are networking opportunities, seminars, career counselors, so much! Since I’ve never earned a dime in the entertainment industry, I’m in the process of asking former actors, musicians, collaborators of all sorts to write letters, vouching for my validity as a writer/filmmaker. Maybe, just maybe, I can receive their assistance. Isn’t this fucking blog enough?
In other news, this evening I’m auditioning for a role or two in a Vassar film. There’s no pay but fuck I need something in life to feel good. Yeah, I know, I sound whiny. But if you were to walk in my shoes, you’d probably be dead…or lose your feet.
Enough of “me”. Here’s the next installment of the script —
EXT. CLEARING - EARLY MORNING Smoke rises from the log cabin's chimney. Damian and Will run through the clearing toward the cabin. EXT/INT. LOG CABIN - EARLY MORNING Damian and Will duck beneath the window. WILL (whispers) I'm gonna take the shot. DAMIAN Hold on. Damian raises his eyes to window level. Bites his lip. Crumbles to the ground. WILL What? Can I take it? DAMIAN No. Fuck! WILL What? Will peers through the window. Charlie smokes a cigarette while hot water boils on the wood stove. WILL (CONT'D) Who the fuck is that? DAMIAN It's Charlie Hammond. (loud) What the fuck are you doing here, Charlie? CHARLIE (O.S.) Oh you're back. Thank God. It's been lonely without you. Thought maybe you got eaten by a bear or drowned or something. Where are you? I'm making some coffee. Want some? INT. LOG CABIN - MORNING Damian and Charlie sip their coffees. Will's perched on the bed, his rifle aimed at Charlie's feet. CHARLIE (to Will) You can have some. It's good. Picked it up at this health food store. Don't worry it's fresh. Organic and fair trade... WILL I don't drink coffee. CHARLIE Well, it's here if you want it. I mean it's like really... WILL I won't. Damian slams his coffee on the table. DAMIAN You can't be here. CHARLIE I know, yes. You keep telling me. This island must be messing up your memory. Is this island like the island from Lost? You know the TV show? DAMIAN Never saw it. CHARLIE It's all supernatural. Creepy. Only seen a couple of episodes. Induced the worst insomnia. Had to stop watching it. Will leaps off the bed and signals for Damian him. DAMIAN What? WILL Outside. EXT. LOG CABIN - MORNING Damian and Will sit on the last step, huddled close. WILL You invited him. Didn't you? DAMIAN Will... WILL You just want to sabotage this whole operation. DAMIAN Don't be ridiculous. The man's obsessed with me. A lump wells up in Will's throat. WILL I thought you'd fix this shit with Kate? DAMIAN She's stubborn. Will cracks the step with the butt of his rifle. WILL This is fucked! DAMIAN Calm the hell down! And loose the rifle. He's not gonna kill us. He's a neurotic comedian. EXT. ISLAND WATERFRONT - DAY Damian rolls the row boat right side up onto the sand. Pushes the boat into the water. He then hands Charlie the oars. DAMIAN Get in. CHARLIE Oh no, no. I need a life preserver. How can I get into a boat without the extra security? DAMIAN Charlie... CHARLIE Fine! Charlie fumbles onto the boat. Once settled, he jumps off the boat. Kicks and screams in the water. DAMIAN Charlie, what's gotten into you? C'mon now. Get the hell back in the boat. CHARLIE No, I can't. I love it here. This is my dream island. It's where I'll channel Tolkien. Trust me. Give me a month. I'll stay out of your hair. I promise. Just a month. DAMIAN No. CHARLIE What's you mean no? You're leaving and that's that. Will jumps off a boulder. Tosses his rifle to the side. WILL Damian, let him stay. CHARLIE Really? Oh God, I love you! Ho lord, I love you... WILL There are conditions, though. CHARLIE What kind of conditions?