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FADE IN:
INT. GRANTSVILLE STAKE CHURCH - GRANTSVILLE, UTAH
ADAM BROSIUS’ (male, tall, muscular, white, mid to late 30’s,) sits in a row alone at the funeral services of his late father.
He is dressed in a gray suit. He does his best to dust off any particles on his suit. He checks the fitting of his tie. He stares down at the shining glare of his shoes.
Only five people are present. The BISHOP (50’S MALE), and four family members sit solemnly while listening to the Bishop’s remarks.
BISHOP:
Daniel Brosius was a simple man. He taught English literature at Grantsville High for almost 40 years. He was a law abiding citizen. He was a consistent visitor every Sunday for our weekly meetings. He is survived by his 2 sisters: Debra Janson from Provo, Utah and Janet Hurst from St. George Utah, his Uncle Ben Brosius from Mesa, Arizona, and his only son, Adam who resides here in Grantsville, Utah.
Adam’s eyes are red from crying. He notices how empty the church is. He looks at his relatives.
The two sisters are talking amongst each other. Uncle Ben is looking at his cell phone.
BISHOP:
Well, that just about does it for our service here. I ask graciously if any of you have any final words to say on behalf of Daniel.
Adam notices the seemingly lack of empathy from his relatives and notices they will not say anything.
Adam stands up and presents himself in front of the small gathering.
ADAM:
Thank you Bishop. I just wanted to say that my Dad was a wonderful man. Obviously he wasn’t the most popular man in Grantsville, but he was a great father and a wonderful husband to my late mother, Lori. I just hope one day I can make my father proud. I want to see the Brosius name be celebrated as it should be. He was a wonderful man!
Adam looks at the entire gathering and scowls slightly. He is disappointed with how meager the audience is.
ADAM:
He was so underrated! He was underappreciated by this community! God only knows I’m not well liked here, but I don’t understand the lack of support here for my father. I hate to see so few people here. It’s a disgrace...but I won’t get too angry. My Dad doesn’t deserve this. So....I Just want to say...I love you Dad, and to hell with this town! The people should be ashamed of themselves.
Adam steps down. The bishop’s jaw is wide open and he is speechless The other family members are shocked but they do not look at Adam as he exits the room.
The Bishop watches Adam walk away and doesn’t say a word.
INT. DENNY’S RESTAURANT LAKE POINT, UTAH - DAY
Adam sips a cup of coffee. He notices a group of young adults (early 20’s) all on their cell phones.
YOUNG ADULT:
I need to Google some information on some night clubs around this area. I need to find out how to get there and find out who the club manager is. I need to get laid tonight.
YOUNG ADULT 2
Yeah it would be cool if we didn’t have to look on our phone and Google it every time we want to know information on something. It would be bitchin’ if the answers came to use just by thinking about it.
YOUNG ADULT:
Hell yeah!
Adam ponders long and hard after that remark from the young adult. He goes about eating his breakfast.
He notices a lot of couples sitting and laughing together. Many are dressed very scroungy.
Adam sips his coffee but his plates of food have barely been touched. He sits solemnly and his eyes are red from crying.
Adam doesn’t see a woman sitting with her son across from him.
MEGAN MARX (30’s, attractive, red hair) is sitting with her son, GREG (11, blonde hair). Greg is also reading a baseball magazine.
Greg is reading and hears some sobbing from Adam’s direction. He puts his magazine away and notices Adam is sitting by himself and looking sad. Megan notices this too.
GREG:
Why do you think that guy is so sad, mom?
Megan cringes a little bit and then answers.
MEGAN MARX:
I don’t know Greg. Judging from his suit and his mood I would say that he just cam from a funeral. But we don’t know for sure.
GREG:
I know you like to help people mom. Do you think we should say something to him?
Megan smiles at her son’s compassion but then shakes her head.
MEGAN MARX:
I don’t think now is the time. I get a sense that he wants to be alone right now.
Adam is disturbed from the happiness and idle chatter from the other people at the restaurant.
Adam sarcastically turns and looks to his left side as if pretending to talk to an imaginary girlfriend. He holds out a forkful of his food to his left side.
ADAM:
Hey baby, do you want to try these pancakes. They’re extra juicy this morning. Or should we be like these other guys and just go home and f***!!
Adam’s remarks catches the attention of the couple sitting behind him. They laugh and continue to watch.
Megan and Greg also hear his remarks. Greg stares at Adam with his mouth wide open. Megan warns him.
MEGAN MARX:
Hey Greg, don’t look at him. It will just make him more angry.
Greg obeys and stares back at his magazine. The couple sitting behind him are sarcastically amused.
COUPLE MAN:
Wow! This guy’s cheese has really left his cracker.
The couple laugh amongst each other. Adam notices but doesn’t have the nerve to say anything back.
Adam swigs down his last swallow of coffee and rises up from his seat. Megan looks at him empathetically.
EXT. DENNY’S PARKING LOT.
Adam sees a HOMELESS MAN (50’S Scruffy) with a sign “money for food.” The homeless man eyes Adam as he passes.
HOMELESS MAN:
Hey buddy! Can you give me some money?
Adam scowls at him.
ADAM:
Does it look like I have a lot of money just because I’m wearing a suit? I just came from a f***in’ funeral. I got to go to work tomorrow...you know work...its something you might want to consider.
Adam gets into his car and drives off furiously. The man watches Adam’s tires make a squealing sound leaving the lot.
Moments later Megan and Greg meet the same man. The man smiles at her, gesturing for a handout.
Megan reaches in her purse and hands the man a twenty dollar bill. The man takes it. Megan looks at him directly in the eyes.
MEGAN MARX:
What do you say?
HOMELESS MAN:
Oh, thank you!
Megan nods in approval. She continues to look at him seriously.
MEGAN MARX:
I sure hope you use this money wisely.
The man gets a serious look on his face after he hears Megan’s words. He nods sincerely.
Adam drives towards his home. He starts to sob uncontrollably. He parks his car to the side of the road and continues to cry.
INT. ADAM BROSIUS’ HOME - MORNING
Beep! Beep! Beep! The menacing ring of Adam Brosius” alarm clock startles him awake.
He firmly touches the clock to stop the alarm and curses as he greets the morning. The time is 4:00 A.M.
ADAM:
F***! Another f***in’ day in paradise!
Adam yawns and stretches and spots some clothes laying on the floor of his messy bedroom. He puts on a black t-shirt with the words “underrated” on it.
He puts on some red gym shorts, white socks, and worn out sneakers. He puts on a cap to mask his messy hair.
Adam heads upstairs. He spots the pamphlet of the funeral service of his recently deceased father, DANIEL BROSIUS.
He shuts his eyes tightly and fights back the tears as he is eating a spoon full of cold cereal.
INT. ADAM BROSIUS CAR - MORNING
Adam is in his Honda Accord. He looks in his rearview mirror and notices a car following very close. He rolls his eyes and sarcastically nods.
The vehicle follows him all the way to the lot of his work location, WALMART DISTRIBUTION CENTER 7026 (large warehouse, with shipping docks with dozens of trucks.)
Adam exits his car and heads towards the entrance of his workplace. A crowd of mixed races of people, both male and female walk towards the entrance.
Most associates are rough looking. Many are tattooed and wreaking of cigarette smoke as they toss the butts on the asphalt before entering.
INT. WALMART DC 7026 GRANTSVILLE, UTAH
Adam enters the sliding doors and shows his name badge to the clerk. He shuffles along and enters another pair of sliding doors.
He gets into one of several lines that are ready to clock in for work. He hears idle chatting from several associates.
WALMART EMPLOYEE 1
Yeah, I f***ed her. Took her home. It was great, but I hate that she wanted to talk afterwards. Women just don’t get that talkin’ bout her life isn’t what I want.
Several people laugh, both men and women. Adam rolls his eyes and keeps looking at the time clock waiting for the time to clock in.
The time turns to 5:00 A.M. Employees begin clocking in. Adam shakes his head as he waits behind as people in front of him are still chatting. He loses patience.
ADAM:
Are you going to clock in? I don’t want to wait all damn day!
WALMART EMPLOYEE 1
(sarcastically)
Yes, sir! Right away sir!
Others laugh again. Adam looks like a fool, but they clock in.
MOMENTS LATER:
Adam works as an order filler. He is in a module with rows of freight and a conveyor belt to receive the freight.
Adam works briskly as he puts labels on various freight in a module. The work is very monotonous.
He stops briefly and wipes the sweat off his brow. He continues with a serious look on his face.
Adam looks at his watch and it is 2:00 P.M. A voice on the intercom comes on. Adam repeats it sarcastically.
Attention Walmart associates. It is now break time. Please stop what you are doing and report to break. Before departing, please turn off all conveyors and power equipment.
INT. WALMART BREAKROOM
Adam sits by himself as he drinks a soda. He looks at the other associates all talking amongst each other.
Adam notices an ATTRACTIVE GIRL (20’S) talking amongst some guys. She is really trying to impress the guy Adam spoke with earlier.
ATTRACTIVE GIRL:
(smiling)
Why do girls find you so irresistible?
WALMART EMPLOYEE 1
I can’t help it. It’s my curse. They just won’t leave me alone.
The people at that table all laugh and the attractive girl rubs his arm with her hand.
Adam shakes his head and then emits a very depressing and sullen expression.
Nobody notices Adam. This makes him even more depressed.
He then looks around and most everyone is on their phone googling information.
Adam then recalls the brief conversation from the young adults from Denny’s Restaurant.
YOUNG ADULT 2 (V.O.)
Yeah it would be cool if we didn’t have to look on our phone and google it every time we want to know information on something. It would be bitchin’ if the answers came to use just by thinking about it.
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