Shadows in the Sun Page #4

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Come hold me tight

Kiss me, my darling

[Scraping and pounding in rhythm to music]

Be mine tonight

Tomorrow

Will be too late

It's now or never

My love won't wait

When I first saw you

With your smile so tender

My heart was captured

My soul surrendered

I've spent a lifetime

Waiting for the right time

Now that you're near, the time is here

At last

It's now or never

Come hold me tight

GUSTAVO:
Jeremy.

Jeremy.

Hi.

Weldon told me to tell you

to be at his place at 5:00.

- Um, what? 5:
00. Okay, fine, 5:00.

- 5:
00.

She is beautiful, isn't she?

- Who?

- "Who?" That's a good one.

- Still mad at me?

- No.

My father told me it wasn't your fault.

He's right, you know. It really wasn't.

"Who?"

- What's that?

- I have no idea.

[Clearing throat]

Um, would you care to take a seat?

- Sure, okay.

- Okay.

- You are writing?

- Well, trying.

Mostly, I'm just looking for inspiration.

You finding anything?

Uh, yes. Yes, I think I'm starting to.

[Birds chirping]

Are you missing London?

No.

Actually, no, I'm not, really.

Your family?

Well, I don't have too much family left.

Both of my parents died

when I was 16 years old...

and then I moved to London

to live with my aunt...

but she passed three years ago.

I'm so sorry.

Ah, well, you didn't know. Thank you.

You have a girlfriend?

No. I did, but you know how those things go.

It didn't work out.

[Both chuckling]

[Speaking in Italian]

Come on, that's not fair.

- You don't speak any Italian, huh?

- No, not a word.

- No.

- No.

Well, if I can ever help you...

Well, actually, since you offer...

there are a couple words

that I've been meaning to learn.

For instance, "beautiful."

Bello.

Bello.

Okay. And "lips."

Labre.

Right.

And how would you say "kiss"?

That's enough Italian for one day, uh?

Okay.

- I see you later.

- Oh, yeah.

[Birds twittering]

Describe it to me.

Now.

What you're looking at, describe it to me.

Well, I see the sun setting...

the green of the hills, the blue sky...

No, describe it to me as if you were writing it.

[Sighing]

The sun dropped in behind the...

The sun dropped?

English is your first language, isn't it?

I can't think on the spot like this.

Jeremy, anyone can use words.

It's called talking.

But writers arrange them in a way

so that they take on a beauty in their form.

Think of words as colors...

and paper as a canvas.

All right, well, if it's really that easy

why don't you try painting it?

I'm sorry. I realize you don't wanna do that.

You're right.

But, if I did do it...

I'd probably say something like...

the sun set...

slowly...

igniting the sky

in fiery shades of red and orange.

In the distance,

dark clouds rolled over the horizon...

riding the summer winds.

Soon, day would give way to night.

And with it, would come...

the silence that washes over everything.

[Door squeaking]

[Crying]

[Crickets chirping]

[Woman singing in Italian]

[People chattering]

Buona sera.

FATHER MORETTl:
Oh.

I was wondering if you were coming.

When have I ever missed a Monday night?

- What is this?

- Karaoke night. What do you think?

- You guys actually do this?

- Yeah.

And so do you.

- Oh, no. No way.

- You'll be fine.

JEREMY:
No, no. Seriously, I won't do it.

You just need a couple of drinks.

I don't care how many drinks you put in me,

I am not getting up and singing.

[Singing in falsetto]

Walk, walk

How you tried

To cut me down to size

Telling dirty lies to my friends

My own father said give her up, don't bother

The world isnt coming to an end

He said to

Walk like a man

Talk like a man

You walk like a man, my son

No woman's worth

Crawling on the earth

So walk like a man, my son

[Singing in falsetto]

Walk, walk, walk, walk

[Cell phone ringing]

[Grunting]

Pronto.

BENTON:
Jeremy, is that you?

- Yes, sir, its me.

- Any progress in this Parish affair?

A little, yeah.

Well, what seems to be the problem?

Well, he seems to think

that he doesn't wanna write...

but I think that he does.

You think he genuinely likes you?

Yeah. Yeah, I think so.

Good, use it. Gain his confidence.

Get him to see

that his writing is in everyone's best interest.

Well, what if writing

really isn't in his best interest?

Jeremy, the function of business

is to get things done.

That is what you are there for,

to get things done!

Now do it!

[Phone clicks]

[Birds chirping]

JEREMY:
Ok, look,

I understand what you're saying...

that writing comes from experience.

But even after you've experienced something,

you still gotta get it down on the page.

That's called talent.

[Chuckling]

Weldon, the other day...

when you described the sunset,

that was great.

No, it was. That was great.

And I gotta tell you, I think it would really...

It would be helpful for me if you could...

I don't know, throw something like that

down on a page...

and just let me see it, you know?

What are you doing?

- Why, nothing.

- We had a deal, remember?

We would talk about writing,

not about me writing.

- Right, no, I just wanted...

- I know what you want.

What do you think I am, an idiot?

You don't think I know what it would do

for your career if you signed me?

That's not why I'm doing this.

All right, we were talking about experience.

If you are writing a fight scene...

it helps if you've been in a fight.

Have you ever been in a fight?

- Me?

- Yeah.

Closest I ever came

was getting punched in the nose the other day.

That's pathetic.

If you were writing a character...

who got punched in the stomach,

how would you describe it?

Just use my imagination.

Okay, go ahead, tell me what it would feel like.

I'd double over in pain,

I'd be gasping for breath.

Mmm. What else?

I don't know.

[Laughing]

[Groans]

[Moaning]

Okay, now.

You've got the doubling over

and gasping for air part right.

But there's also that burning sensation

in your gut, the pounding in your head...

the weak legs and teary eyes.

Oh, notice the snot hanging out of your nose.

There's a feeling that

you're never gonna breathe again, and then...

your lungs fill with cool, fresh air.

[Gasping]

That's experience.

[Groaning]

Stop trying to manipulate me.

Father, am I disturbing you?

No. No, no, my son.

I... I was just preparing the sacraments

for the evening prayer.

I, uh, I've been expecting you.

- You have?

- Yes.

I am a priest, and part of my job...

is to help those who need it.

You wish to speak about Weldon and writing.

So how do I reach him?

Do you believe in fate?

Uh, Father, I don't know.

I do. I believe that each of us...

are predestined to walk a path in life.

Along this path we meet others...

and through knowing them,

we change their lives.

Okay, but what does that have to do

with Weldon and writing?

There is an old story

about a bird who loved to fly.

One day, while he was high up in the air...

it began to rain...

and its feathers became so heavy...

that when it tried to land, it broke its wing.

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