Mr. Long
12-24-2009, 06:27 PM
(A cab pulls up in front of a small apartment building in a shitty part of South London. "The American Icon" Jesse Long steps out of the cabs and stares at the dilapidated structure)
Cab Driver: Dis yo flat?
Jesse (sighing): Yeah, this is me.
Cabbie: You sure mate? This is a proper shite part of towne, yanks like yeself get all sorts of fucked 'round this way.
Jesse: I'm sure I'll manage.
Cabbie: Hey, it's your funeral china plate. At'll be £16.84.
Jesse: Here ya go.
Cabbie: Happy Christmas yank.
(Jesse pays the cab driver and makes his way to the trunk. Before he can open it though, the cab takes off, with Jesse's belongings still in the trunk. Jesse makes chase to try to catch the cab)
Jesse: HEY! HEY MY SHIT! FUCK!
(Jesse fails to catch the cab, leaving him only with his duffle bag and the clothes on his back. He pulls out his phone and calls someone)
Jesse: Hey babe, guess what? The cab driver just took off with all my bags except for my duffle. I just lost all of my shit, except for my ring gear, maybe a couple of shirts, and whatever is in my pockets.
...
No, no, I don't want you to come here. You've got our little girl to take care of. Besides, it's not like we can afford to fly the two of you out here anyway.
...
I'll be fine, it's just stuff. I'm sure I'll survive.
(Jesse stays on the phone with his wife as he makes his way into the building and up to his new second )
Jesse: Well at least the apartment is nice on the inside.
...
Oh yeah babe, it's got tons of room. I don't know what I'm gonna do with it all, huh. It's got a huge bed, beautiful kitchen, and a fucking gigantic TV. What more could I need? Hey, I'm gonna let you go so I can start unpacking.
...
Yes dear, I promise everything is alright.
...
I love you too. Give Rylee a big hug and a kiss for me.
...
Alright honey, bye for now.
(Jesse hangs up the phone and puts it in his pocket. He surveys his new flat which is in no way nearly as nice as Jesse made it sound to his wife. It's a tiny studio apartment that would make a New York hotel room seem spacious. All the comforts of living seem to have been long since stolen. No lights, no fans, no air conditioning. The kitchen consists of a mini fridge with a hot plate on top of it. The only saving grace is that the toilet, which is next to the aforementioned mini fridge, looks like it might not be entirely broken)
Jesse: What a dump.
(Jesse drops the only bag he has left on the floor, sending a cloud of dust into the air. After a minor coughing fit, Jesse opens up his bag and begins to dig around. He pulls out a small piece of paper and some wrist tape and makes his way over to where a bed should be, but obviously, isn't. He tears off a small stip of wrist tape and affixes the paper to the wall. It's a picture of his wife and newborn daughter. Jesse stares at the picture for what seems like an eternity before giving the picture a kiss. He wipes a lone tear from his eye, leaving a streak of muddy dust across his face. He walks over to the window and looks out upon the neighborhood which, for better or worse, is now his home. He sees his reflection in the window)
Jesse: Merry fucking Christmas indeed.
(Jesse looks down across the street and sees a pub, then chuckles sarcastically)
Fade out.
Cab Driver: Dis yo flat?
Jesse (sighing): Yeah, this is me.
Cabbie: You sure mate? This is a proper shite part of towne, yanks like yeself get all sorts of fucked 'round this way.
Jesse: I'm sure I'll manage.
Cabbie: Hey, it's your funeral china plate. At'll be £16.84.
Jesse: Here ya go.
Cabbie: Happy Christmas yank.
(Jesse pays the cab driver and makes his way to the trunk. Before he can open it though, the cab takes off, with Jesse's belongings still in the trunk. Jesse makes chase to try to catch the cab)
Jesse: HEY! HEY MY SHIT! FUCK!
(Jesse fails to catch the cab, leaving him only with his duffle bag and the clothes on his back. He pulls out his phone and calls someone)
Jesse: Hey babe, guess what? The cab driver just took off with all my bags except for my duffle. I just lost all of my shit, except for my ring gear, maybe a couple of shirts, and whatever is in my pockets.
...
No, no, I don't want you to come here. You've got our little girl to take care of. Besides, it's not like we can afford to fly the two of you out here anyway.
...
I'll be fine, it's just stuff. I'm sure I'll survive.
(Jesse stays on the phone with his wife as he makes his way into the building and up to his new second )
Jesse: Well at least the apartment is nice on the inside.
...
Oh yeah babe, it's got tons of room. I don't know what I'm gonna do with it all, huh. It's got a huge bed, beautiful kitchen, and a fucking gigantic TV. What more could I need? Hey, I'm gonna let you go so I can start unpacking.
...
Yes dear, I promise everything is alright.
...
I love you too. Give Rylee a big hug and a kiss for me.
...
Alright honey, bye for now.
(Jesse hangs up the phone and puts it in his pocket. He surveys his new flat which is in no way nearly as nice as Jesse made it sound to his wife. It's a tiny studio apartment that would make a New York hotel room seem spacious. All the comforts of living seem to have been long since stolen. No lights, no fans, no air conditioning. The kitchen consists of a mini fridge with a hot plate on top of it. The only saving grace is that the toilet, which is next to the aforementioned mini fridge, looks like it might not be entirely broken)
Jesse: What a dump.
(Jesse drops the only bag he has left on the floor, sending a cloud of dust into the air. After a minor coughing fit, Jesse opens up his bag and begins to dig around. He pulls out a small piece of paper and some wrist tape and makes his way over to where a bed should be, but obviously, isn't. He tears off a small stip of wrist tape and affixes the paper to the wall. It's a picture of his wife and newborn daughter. Jesse stares at the picture for what seems like an eternity before giving the picture a kiss. He wipes a lone tear from his eye, leaving a streak of muddy dust across his face. He walks over to the window and looks out upon the neighborhood which, for better or worse, is now his home. He sees his reflection in the window)
Jesse: Merry fucking Christmas indeed.
(Jesse looks down across the street and sees a pub, then chuckles sarcastically)
Fade out.