THE ONE-DOLLAR INCICDENT Written by Jonathan Postal
A close up on a crumpled dollar bill. If possible starting at the Masonic Symbol and drawing back to hands Holding the bill. The light is flat maybe a bit green/blue. We can see the cuffs of a frayed jean jacket. The camera travels up taking in a faded black T shirt on a slender frame up to a of a young mans face. The face is unlined and has regular features and large eyes. His hair is unruly and the collar of the jacket disordered. The camera then pulls back revealing That he is the lone occupant sitting in the center of the back seat of an empty bus. We’ll call him “THE KID” and The rest of his clothes consist of an old pair of jeans and down at the heel converse high-tops. of the empty bus till we reach the front. Cut to a medium shot of the “DRIVER” turning in his seat. DRIVER End of the line everybody off.
The driver is a large man. He’s tired & irritated . It’s been a long day – it’s been a long life. He wears Dickey’s type pants and zip jacket over a uniform shirt, which is over a T-shirt. He opens the door with a tired flourish. DRIVER Move it sparky I ain’t got all Damn night.
The Kid makes his way dejectedly To the front of the bus pauses on the steps and turns to the driver. KID This bus is supposed to go to Mid Town-
This is the middle of nowhere.
DRIVER Everywhere is somewhere and this is the end
of the line. The baby ain’t going nowhere
cept back to the barn to rest her bones just
like me. I pulled a double and that’s the
end the last enchilada, dig.
KID Common man it’s scary out there – Can’t I
just ride with you toward the barn-let me off
anywhere near something like civilization.
DRIVER No can do. If my supervisor saw you it’d be
my ass & my job. My job and my ass. So
it’s the end of the line for you. (Sings like
Johnny Cash) “Because I’m fried…End of
The line” It may not be the end of the world
another bus will be along some time you
might be OK.
The Kid steps down and the bus disappears into the night. The Kid looks around he’s on A lonely urban street desolate except For a closed bar with a dull light Emanating from the door. He looks around. No payphone – Bar closed – an occasional car passes (sound only) but nothing he feels good about flagging down. Aside from that he is not even sure Exactly where he is – so walking Is not an option. Shoves his hands in his jacket pockets And leans against the bus stop pole. Out of the shadows he hears a voice. It’s the voice of the man referred to here as the Thief. This may not be his primary calling (or it may). His voice is deep and and he Speaks slowly like a man used to not Having to repeat things twice. THEIF Hey kid got a light?
The thief appears in partial light – flips open a pack of smokes and as a few cigarettes rise from the fold he captures one between his lips. KID
Sorry man – don’t smoke.
THEIF That’s OK I gotta have something here ‘bouts.
The thief fishes around in his pocket And comes up with and old Zippo and lights the cigarette with one hand. So far he has used his left hand for all his actions. The Thief’s face it more illuminated. It’s a well-worn face with some thing between stubble and a beard. He’s wearing and Amy overcoat From his time in Desert Storm (he was bounced due to his problems with authority). A plane long sleeved shirt buttoned to the collar and flat front trousers. THIEF Come closes so’s I can have a look at you.
KID I’m OK here.
THIEF I think you misunderstood me. It wasn’t a
Request.
The thief lets smoke pour out of his mouth and recaptures some through his nostrils. The kid approaches cautiously. THIEF Closer boy I don’t bite…. At least under these
circumstances.
Gesturing to the thief’s smoke. KID You know those’ll kill you.
Binging his right hand out of his pocket he casually shows a gun THIEF No – this be what kill you.
Raising his hands KID I think you’re gonna be really disappointed
Man.
THIEF I think I’ll be the one worrying about my
Level of disappointment. You just worry
about giving me all your money.
KID That’s the thing - I only have a dollar
(Smiles and shrugs).
The thief smacks him on the side of The head with the gun and the kid Drops to the ground. The thief straddles him and leans over. And says calmly. THIEF Don’t be mistakin’ my good manners
for a lack of serious intent.
Or be showing me disrespect.
Motherfucker you come visiting me here at
my home – I don’t recall inviting you.
KID I………
THIEF Shut the fuck up. What you got here. Turn
Turn out your pockets (the kid does so and
The single dollar and keys tumbles out.
Patting down the kids jacket) you got a
watch. (The kid shows two empty wrists.)
Pass those over – no car key (kid shakes his
head.) Guitar pick.
Lord you worse than useless what about a
What about your wallet – let me see it.
The kid hands over his wallet. The thief goes through it. Drivers license, ah…a credit card.
KID Maxed out.
THIEFFinds an old rubber. So you be a player – when’s this from the
Jurassic period. (Tosses him the rubber)
You one pathetic motherfucker. I’ll be
Holding on to this (puts the wallet in his
Pocket,)
You can stand up nobody’s holding you
down. You might have a headache
in the morning – ain’t nothing.
What’s a pathetic cracker like you doing
walking ‘round this part of Memphis this
time of nigh with one single dollar in his
pocket?
Kid picks himself up and dusts himself off…checks the side of his head where there’s a bit of blood. KID Motherfucker bus driver just l left me here.
THIEF Yea life’s tough – then you die.
Thief lights another cigarette. (pause) What you doing here at all – you don’t talk
Like you from these parts.
KID I play guitar.
You know R L Burnside?
THIEF You played with R L Burnside?
KID No, but I heard him – I wish I could play
With him.
THIEF I heard him plenty a times – It’ll never
Make me no guitar player.
Anyways nobody be playin’ with
Him now as he be sleeping in the
Boneyard.
The thief turns around slightly (Long pause) Troubled runs his hand over his head. You are a pain in the ass but you remind
me of someone.
KID
Your son?
THIEF NO (
Practically hits him again)
KID Your brother?
THIEF Fuck No – My dog.
Listen Kid you’re so pitiful I just don’t
have the heart to take your only dollar.
Hands back the dollar and Starts to walk away. KID Hey Wait
Thief turns slowly Please don’t leave me here – I mean
The next guy that comes along might
really fuck me up.
……..could you maybe just hang out
till the bus comes.
The thief looks amazed but not Entirely unamused. THEIF You want me to be your
Motherfuckin’ Baby Sitter?
Slightly ashamed KID Yea…Please.
Full shot of them waiting at the bus stop. The bus approaches. THEIF Look kid I’m a professional thief –
This is my profession my livelihood.
This is what I do.
I’m gonna have to get that dollar
From you.
The kid fishes out the dollar KID But I need a dollar for the bus
THIEF Lord save me – take back the dollar.
KID What about my wallet?
THIEF Boy, this is Memphis –
Not Disney Land.
The Thief walks away. The kid gets on the bus. The bus fades into the night.