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THE SHAME OF SAN JOAQUIN | |
WGAw #1834463 | |
FADE IN: | |
EXT. SUBDIVISION - MORNING | |
A peculiar wind blows snowflakes past a wall guarding the | |
entrance to a neighborhood that reads “SAN JOAQUIN ESTATES”. | |
In a black Mustang idling at the curb sits BOBBY GONZALEZ, a | |
directionless young man with a hard look and disheveled hair. | |
A police scanner crackles on the dashboard, but Bobby’s eyes | |
are locked in a standoff with a FAMILY OF LIGHT-UP REINDEER | |
amidst a lawn full of Christmas decor. | |
Suddenly, the FATHER REINDEER is mounted behind the MOTHER | |
doggie-style; the teenage culprit, COLTON, jogs to the car. | |
COLTON | |
They go ballistic when I do that | |
... I do it every night! | |
Bobby hands him a baggy of weed without a look. | |
COLTON (CONT’D) | |
You’re a life-saver, Bobby. | |
Holidays are unbearable at my | |
house. My family sucks. | |
Bobby shoots him a glance and Colton reaches in his pocket. | |
While Bobby’s eyes return to the reindeer, Colton tosses a | |
wad of cash in Bobby’s lap and hops out of the car. | |
COLTON (CONT’D) | |
Text you in a few weeks. | |
When Bobby finally counts the bills in his lap, he comes up | |
short; he jumps out of the car to give chase, but Colton is | |
already sprinting away. | |
Bobby curses Colton and finds himself beside the scandalized | |
yard reindeer family. He repositions them as the HOMEOWNER | |
opens his door with a disapproving scowl. | |
HOMEOWNER | |
It’s Christmas Eve, son. Get | |
yourself home, be with your folks. | |
The door slams and a feeling hits Bobby in the gut. He | |
engages the BABY REINDEER now who seems to call to him. | |
Bobby surveys his surroundings inconspicuously and steals the | |
baby reindeer. | |
2. | |
INT. AIRPLANE CABIN - MEANWHILE | |
A Flight Attendant gestures for seat belts to be fastened as | |
a VOICE comes over the intercom: | |
ATTENDANT (O.C) | |
Ladies and gentlemen, we’re | |
beginning our descent into Dallas. | |
ERICA BEDFORD, an unapproachable young woman in sweats and | |
glasses, retrieves a sleeve of Nicotine Gum from her purse. | |
She pops one in her mouth and chews anxiously. | |
As she pops another piece, she notices a nearby PASSENGER | |
watching with concern. | |
ERICA | |
I hate flying. | |
PASSENGER | |
You’ll be home soon enough. | |
Erica absorbs this response and tosses yet another piece in | |
her mouth. She looks out the window. | |
Yep. | |
ERICA | |
EXT. GONZALEZ HOUSE - MEANWHILE | |
The Mustang roars up the driveway of a modest home and | |
screeches to a halt. | |
Bobby steps out with a look of disbelief as his indomitable | |
mother, EMILIA, lines boxes up along the garage door. | |
When she notices Bobby, she glares at him and lets a box of | |
his stuff drop on the hard concrete with a crunch. | |
EMILIA | |
How many times? | |
BOBBY | |
What are you doing? | |
EMILIA | |
You’re moving out. | |
BOBBY | |
(beat) | |
What did you do with it? | |
3. | |
EMILIA | |
Flushed it. You’re welcome. | |
He pursues her to the back door as she heads inside. | |
BOBBY | |
That was all I had! My savings, my | |
income--everything! | |
(off her look) | |
What am I supposed to do? Where am | |
I supposed to go? | |
She shrugs and puts a hand on the doorknob. | |
BOBBY (CONT’D) | |
You look down on me now, but I | |
don’t see you complaining when I | |
buy the groceries or pay the rent-When she turns, the look in her eyes stops him in his tracks. | |
EMILIA | |
It’s not fair for a boy to bury his | |
father before he can be made a man, | |
but this niño caprichoso in front | |
of me is an even greater disgrace. | |
(beat) | |
I love you, but I will not enable | |
you. Time to go. | |
(beat) | |
I’ll be at Lala’s if you want to | |
join for Christmas, but you will | |
not come back here. Good luck baby. | |
She goes inside, letting the screen door shut behind her. | |
BOBBY | |
You’re the one who needs the luck. | |
Behind the screen door, Emilia shudders. She shuts the door | |
and locks the deadbolt. | |
As Bobby goes to his car and opens his driver door, he | |
notices a document taped to his front door. The heading | |
reads, “Eviction Notice.” | |
His face falls as he reconsiders his mother’s behavior. | |
He suddenly senses someone watching him. In the window of the | |
home across the street, EYES peer through the blinds. | |
When the Eyes catch Bobby’s, the blinds snap shut. | |
Bobby glares back with an unsettling feeling. | |
4. | |
EXT. AIRPORT - MEANWHILE | |
Beside her gray luggage, Erica blends in with the terminal. | |
Her disdainful squint softens as a YELLOW BEETLE approaches. | |
She stamps out her cigarette quickly and takes a deep breath. | |
When the Beetle pulls up, Erica’s sunny cousin BRI BEDFORD, | |
emerges with a squeal. | |
BRI | |
Is this what New York is wearing | |
now? So bleak, I love it. Like | |
bleak-chic, urban camo, just YES. | |
ERICA | |
I’m doing my best to be invisible | |
for the duration of this trip, is | |
it obvious? | |
BRI | |
Well we’re having mimosas like now | |
since I haven’t interacted with a | |
sane human adult in about--I don’t | |
know, when were you last here? | |
Bri grabs the suitcase and lugs it to the trunk. | |
ERICA | |
But we won’t be like seen, right? | |
BRI | |
It’s church day, baby, you’re safe. | |
ERICA | |
Shouldn’t you be there? Eternally | |
repenting of your sins? | |
BRI | |
Yeah, I usually wear this really | |
cute brooch--it’s a giant red “A”-and I just lay down at the front | |
while old men flog me. | |
Erica actually smiles as Bri gets in the driver’s side. | |
BRI (CONT’D) | |
But not today, honey! Because today | |
is Mother’s Day OUT! | |
Erica glances to the back where an empty car seat sits. | |
5. | |
EXT. CEMETERY - MEANWHILE | |
Bobby approaches a row of headstones coated with snow. | |
He singles one out and wipes it clean to reveal the name | |
ALVINO GONZALEZ 1959-2014. | |
His eyes move from the headstone to the adjacent church | |
grounds where toddlers bobble around on a playground. | |
Bobby’s face shifts and he walks away from his father’s grave | |
without a second glance. | |
EXT. CHURCH PLAYGROUND - MOMENTS LATER | |
OLD LADIES supervise kids playing on a jungle gym. | |
As Bobby’s Mustang rolls up and idles nearby, the Ladies | |
corral the children away from the fence. | |
The car drives away and into the parking lot. | |
IN THE SANCTUARY | |
A ROBED CHOIR seems to proclaim the entrance of GRAHAM | |
BEDFORD, a magnetic politician in Brooks Brothers. | |
He shakes hands and hugs old ladies while his dutiful wife | |
MAE falls in line behind him routinely. | |
An OFFICIAL-LOOKING MAN takes Graham’s hand and whispers | |
something in his ear; Graham nods with reassurance. | |
Trailing this parade is Graham’s eccentric mother, RENEE, who | |
takes a seat in the back near the aisle. | |
Mae finds her usual spot in the front row as Graham moves up | |
onto the stage, timing the ending of the hymn with a clap. | |
GRAHAM | |
Amen. | |
(beat) | |
I believe I said, AMEN! | |
The Congregation’s applause swells with shouts of “Amen!” | |
As it dies down, Graham pats his forehead with a handkerchief | |
for a laugh, beginning his well-rehearsed act. | |
6. | |
GRAHAM (CONT’D) | |
I thought being the District | |
Attorney was tough, but this is | |
worse than the witness stand! | |
(to Pastor Jerry) | |
You been at this how long now, | |
Pastor Jerry? | |
Seated beside Mae, PASTOR JERRY holds up four fingers. | |
GRAHAM (CONT’D) | |
Four decades ...Lord a-mighty. Most | |
Democrats can’t even stay liberal | |
that long! I mean good night! | |
The Congregation responds like a laugh track. | |
The Official-Looking Man grins. | |
Graham soaks it up. | |
IN THE PARKING LOT | |
Bobby walks toward the Church door on a mission. | |
IN THE SANCTUARY | |
The laughter tapers as Graham settles into his pitch. | |
GRAHAM (CONT’D) | |
But I’m not here for your vote this | |
morning ...I’m here to honor that | |
man right there--sitting a little | |
too close to my wife in my opinion. | |
There is more laughter as Pastor Jerry blushes and scoots | |
away from Mae playfully; she joins the fun, moving near him | |
and putting her arm around him. | |
IN THE LOBBY | |
Bobby enters quietly and moves past ROGER, a sleeping Deacon | |
holding programs in his limp hands. | |
Approaching the Sanctuary, Bobby freezes at the sight of | |
Graham through a glass opening. | |
His breath grows shallow and his eyes narrow. | |
7. | |
IN THE SANCTUARY | |
Graham takes it down now, offering sudden gravity. | |
GRAHAM (CONT’D) | |
Nice, isn’t it, this Freedom we | |
enjoy? And while we worship in the | |
false safety of this house, we | |
ignore reality: that this country’s | |
institutions are invaded and | |
corroded by immorality daily. | |
(beat) | |
And most in danger is the | |
cornerstone of civilization itself: | |
the Family. What will we stand on | |
if we forfeit the Family? | |
(beat) | |
When institutions become too weak | |
to light our path, the | |
responsibility falls onto the | |
shoulders of the Strong Individual. | |
Like this good man here ... | |
(to Pastor Jerry) | |
I commend you, Brother, for being a | |
statue of righteousness, an | |
uncompromising enforcer of God’s | |
Justice, and a General in the army | |
of His Peace. | |
(beat) | |
I plan to stand beside you because | |
today I’m announcing my candidacy | |
to represent you in Congress. | |
(off their excitement) | |
Would you pray with me? | |
As heads bow and eyes close, Bobby invades the Sanctuary | |
making his way down the center aisle. | |
He scans the congregation. | |
At the front pew Bobby spots Mae, but continues searching for | |
someone else. | |
Looking once more for his target, he gives up ...but not | |
before he gives Graham a look--and the finger. | |
He heads back down the aisle and out of the Sanctuary. | |
In the back pew, with her eyes cracked open, Renee tracks | |
Bobby exiting the Sanctuary. | |
8. | |
IN THE LOBBY | |
Bobby hurries to the exit, but Renee’s voice stops him. | |
Roger. | |
RENEE | |
The Deacon wakes just as Bobby hides behind a staircase. | |
RENEE (CONT’D) | |
I’m keeping my great-grandson today | |
and for the life of me I cannot | |
recall where they lock up those | |
little tikes. | |
ROGER | |
Just around that corner, Renee-third door on the left. | |
She pats him on the shoulder. | |
RENEE | |
Oh, that’s right. At ease soldier, | |
it’s a real snoozer in there. | |
Roger grins at her and settles back into his nap. | |
Bobby emerges from behind the staircase and Renee catches his | |
gaze; she offers a sublime nod just before disappearing into | |
the sanctuary. | |
As Roger dozes off, Bobby sneaks out of the lobby. | |
INT. CHURCH NURSERY - A MOMENT LATER | |
In a colorful room full of blabbing toddlers, DALTON GONZALEZ | |
finishes a tiny cabin out of Lincoln Logs just as a fellow | |
toddler demolishes it with a Monster Truck. | |
Bobby pokes his head in the doorway and a profound look takes | |
over his face when he sees Dalton. | |
CRYSTAL, a bashful nursery aide, steps in to block his gaze. | |
CRYSTAL | |
Can I help you, sir? | |
BOBBY | |
Just here to see my son. |
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