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Pacifae Strom: (A real estate agent, Wife of Mayor Ben) A 30-year old African American woman. She is 5’4, athletic, and has short hair.

Mayor Ben Strom: (Mayor of the city, Husband of Pacifae) A 40-year old White male. He is 5’7, athletic.

Sherriff Larry: (A Sherriff) (Mayor Ben’s father) A white, middle-aged man. 6’3, and lean.

Karen: (Mayor Ben’s mother) A white, middle-aged woman, of medium size.

Daring Derek: (A member of a radical group, ‘Whites Supremacy’) A white, 28-year old police officer. 6’2 and of slight build.

Millie: (Pacifae’s mother and a member of a radical group, ‘Black Supremacy’) A 48-year old African American, with an afro-centric appearance, including an afro and ethnic jewellery.

Big Jones: (Pacifae’s friend) A 33-year old African American man. 6’3 and muscular.

Pastor Jacob: A middle aged man of African American descent, 5’7, and pot-bellied.

News Reporter 1: A white 40-year old female.

Sly Pat: (A news reporter, also works covertly for Mayor Ben) A slim, white, middle aged woman.




(At the crack of dawn. In one of the houses on a listing that Pacifae shows to her real estate clients. The house is a palatial mansion that is hidden from the view of any person arriving at the residence, by the thick canopy trees around it. Pacifae arrives in her car, gets out and looks left and right to see if she is being watched. Hurriedly rushes past the trees into the hidden house. At the door, she is met by Big Jones)

Jones: She says she does not want to see you.

Pacifae: (Brushes past him into the house) She is using one of my houses. I want to see what they have done.

Big Jones: (As they walk down the stairs leading to the basement). She feels like you are a traitor to the cause.

Pacifae: And I feel like she is a traitor to her family…

Millie: (Opens the door to the basement and stands outside, barring the entrance) LEAVE! (speaking slowly in staccato) You. Better. Leave. Pacifae. When we are done, we will leave the property as we found it.

Pacifae: You want to kill him at one of my properties? I will call the police right now.

Millie: Well, that’s just like you. Get right on with it. Jones, get her out of here before the others arrive.

Jones: Yes, Maam. (Grabs Pacifae’s arm). I am so sorry. You need to go.

Pacifae: (Attempting to break free) Let go! Let go!

(Jones carries her up the stairs to the door and then puts her down)

Jones: Pacifae, I am sorry.

Pacifae: (Pacing around angrily) Why are you getting involved with this, Jones? When did you start talking to her? When did she come to town?

Jones: Pacifae, these are my people. If you do not realize that it has come to a point where I have to choose between peace and my people’s lives, then you have been blinded by these mansions and tea parties. You need to remember who you are. You do not belong with them.

Pacifae: (Looks at him, shocked) Is that what you think I do? Tea parties?! What does that even mean?

Jones: It was a mistake to call you. You should leave. You don’t want the others to find you here. (Walks into the house. Pacifae walks to her car, frustrated)



(Pacifae arrives home, switches on the television and goes into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Mayor Ben walks in, dressed and ready for work)

News Anchor: Riots continue to happen all across the country. The police are asking the public for information on the whereabouts of the police officer, Daring Derek, who appears to have been kidnapped after being involved in the fatal shooting… (fades into the background as Mayor Ben approaches Pacifae.

Mayor Ben: Good morning… I didn’t hear you wake up this morning… (Distracted by the television, he looks at the news worriedly). This looks like it will escalate very fast.

Pacifae: Well…

Mayor Ben: Well, what?

Pacifae: Nothing.

Mayor Ben: Don’t be like that. Things will get better. For all of us.

Pacifae: If you have to say “all of us”, then things are not about to be better.

Mayor Ben: Uh Oh! (Lifts his arms up in mock surrender). You win, Prickly Pacifae.

Pacifae: You know I hate that name.

Mayor Ben: (Walks over to her and holds her hands) Pacifae, don’t be like this. It is a hard time for all of us. I know this must be hard for you. Watching all these cases of violence between police and citizens…

Pacifae: (muttering under her breath) Just the black citizens.

Mayor Ben: (Sighs) I need to get to go. We can talk about this in the evening. Remember, dinner at pop’s house.

Pacifae: Have a lovely day (Kisses his cheek), I love you.

Mayor Ben: (Beaming) I love you too. I feel like I am walking on egg shells around you lately.

Pacifae: (Walks over to the counter and pours coffee into a cup) Well, there are a lot more egg-shells around the Black neighborhoods. We have to tip-toe around issues, such as police brutality against Black Americans, so as to avoid White people uncomfortable.

Mayor Ben: You are right. I think it is unfortunate to see what’s going on around the country… But the issue is being politicized…

Pacifae: (Chuckles) I thought you had to go

Mayor Ben: Okay (Leaves)

(Pacifae looks out of the window, pours her coffee into the sink and walks out of the kitchen)



(Pacifae walks into an old Baptist church. She walks across the aisle, looking at a mother who clutches at her son and prays fervently in one of the aisles. The son stares at Pacifae. She walks on quickly to the front of the church, where there is a door leading to an office, where she knocks)

Pastor Jacob: (Looks at her, shocked) Pacifae, I didn’t expect to see you around these parts… what with the riots and all… (ushers her in) Have a seat. (walks to the other end of the table and sits.

Pacifae: (Takes a seat. Brushes the sleave of her shirt) Millie is back in town.

Pastor Jacob: (No changes in his facial expression) I suppose she will pass by and donate to some of our causes when she is free.

Pacifae: So, you know why she is around?

Pastor Jacob: (After a moment of silence) Pacifae, you should go.

Pacifae: If there are any more riots, I will tell everything I know.

Pastor Jacob: (Standing up) Well, I think I better get to work then, feeding the homeless, giving words of hope that our people need to get through the day. Even though I know well enough that there is no savior coming to rid them of their problems in this wretched world.

Pacifae: Why do you lie to them everyday then? Why do you stand on that pulpit and spew the lies you do not believe in?

Pastor Jacob: Because hope is all they’ve got. And that hope is what keeps you safe at night in your comfortable bed, and throughout the day. If they did not have hope, they would have no second thoughts about charging towards you and the people you have chosen, and they would attack. But we all know how that would end for them. Hope keeps us all alive. (Stands up and opens the door for her) You should go)



(In the mayor’s office, A meeting involving the Mayor, Mayor Ben, Sherriff Larry and Sly Pat)

Sherriff Larry: (To Mayor Ben) Son, we have to do something about these riots. There’s also information I have received that there is a radical group, ‘Black Supremacy’ which kidnapped the officer, Daring Derek…

Mayor Ben: (To Sly Pat) Don’t release that yet.

Sly Pat: I need to give them something. What if I paint White Supremacy in a good light, Humanize them, Put some harmless faces to the name

Mayor Ben: I do not want to take a risk, this is an election year, and with such upheavals, I don’t want any news that can affect my re-election.

Sly Pat: This is out in the open. People are talking about it. It made mainstream news. You have to get ahead of it.

Mayor Ben: Present it as a conspiracy theory. Do not acknowledge that the group exists. (To Sherriff Larry) Have you confirmed if Daring Derek was affiliated with ‘White Supremacy’?

Sherriff Larry: Yes, he was.

Mayor Ben: (To Sly Pat). What do you think?

Sly Pat: I think you should not bite the hand that feeds you. Your supporters predominantly support this group. You cannot condemn it. You can’t be neutral either

Mayor Ben: Come up with a strategy that can work. Pacifae would not stand by me if I was affiliated with a radical group. We can set up another meeting in two days.

Sly Pat: Will do. (Gets up), Larry (nods to him goodbye and leaves)

Sherriff Larry: Are you still coming to dinner?

Mayor Ben: Yes, though Pacifae has been pricklier than usual since these incidences began. I hope mother will be understanding, this evening.

Sherriff Larry: You know your mother. I think I will have a drink before that dinner. (Gets up

Mayor Ben: See you.


(At Sherriff Larry’s residence. Karen, Sherriff Larry, Mayor Ben and Pacifae are seated at the table, eating)

Karen: So, Paci, How is your little ‘stint’ coming along? Sold any houses lately?

Pacifae: No, not really, the market is down at the moment.

Karen: Well, you could be spending your time doing something constructive. You see all these riots that will affect Benny’s re-election, and you do nothing about it.

Mayor Ben: (Holding Pacifae’s hand) Mother, I can manage it. Pacifae is not interested in politics.

Karen: Well, I am just saying. It would help if your friend Pat took some photos of her with the ‘people’.

Sherriff Larry: Let’s not discuss politics at the dinner table.

Karen: Pacifae, is that too much to ask? I mean, after all, our Benny took you from that awful place. And how is your mother anyway, has she ever called you?

Pacifae: (staring at her plate) No.

Karen: Poor child. It must be the prisons. I was talking to Mrs. Kohlberg in my book club. We are reading Sonny Blues. To be more understanding of the people. I mean, I wish they would also pick a book about us too. We also suffer

Sherriff Larry: Karen, I think that’s enough!

Karen: What? What did I say? If Paci had a problem with what I was saying, she would tell me. Paci, Isn’t that right?

Pacifae: (stares intently at her plate) The room fills with awkward silence. Pacifae walks out and gets into her car. Mayor Ben follows her outside and knocks on the window. Pacifae ignores him and drives off.




(Pacifae drives to the mansion where she last saw Jones and Millie. She stealthily walks to the door and takes out a key which she uses to open the door. She walks to the basement in the dark and uses another key to open it. She switches on the lights inside the basement. Inside is Daring Derek, chained to a wall. He has been beaten and is bleeding. Pacifae locks the door and walks over to him.)

Pacifae: I know who you are.

Daring Derek: Okay, and if you are a good citizen, you will call the police and turn these criminals in.

Pacifae: (Paces around the room)

Daring Derek: (Gives a bloody grin and chuckles) You are one of them! These Black Supremacy criminals…

Pacifae: Wouldn’t that also make you a criminal? Aren’t you also a radical

Daring Derek: (In anger), Don’t you dare! We are protecting the peace. You do not know what it is like to be patriotic. To serve your country selflessly.

Pacifae: You mean, like slavery?

Daring Derek: Slavery! You people always throw that around like any of you have worked in a cotton field. Have you ever even seen a cotton field?

Pacifae: Yes, I see the plantation in many forms. In the people who live in abject poverty, in the poor quality of education and other services that African Americans can access, in the police brutality that reminds me of our ancestors, being killed on the whim of the slave masters.

Daring Derek: Come on now! You, in your fancy dress and shoes. You look quite healthy and well educated to me.

Pacifae: (Angrily) I also wear my skin… everywhere I go. And I am reminded of it. That the world will always perceive me based on my skin color before anything else. Isn’t that why you shot that man

Daring Derek: (Stares away)

Pacifae: (Angrily) Speak up. As proudly as you do when you talk of White Supremacy! Why did you do it?

Daring Derek: You do not understand!

Pacifae: (Shouting) I want to understand! (Calmly)… Tell me why you do it… Or else I will leave you in here for them to do whatever they want with you.

Daring Derek: All of us, members of White Supremacy, are all just trying our best to do what’s right. I was born in a working- class family. I worked hard to get to where I am. I believe in America. I believe that each person has equal opportunities, despite the challenged they face. I became a police officer to protect America. I am a member of White Supremacy because I want to protect America from Black Supremacy. You all don’t care. We do.

Pacifae: Is that why you shot that man? Because you believe he didn’t care? Because… (Footsteps approaching)

Daring Derek: (Pleading) Please get me out of here. Is there a secret door or something? They will kill me. The man I shot, he was one of them! I will not get out of here alive.





PACIFAE STROM: (A real estate agent, Wife of Mayor Ben) A 30-year old African American woman. She is 5’4, athletic, and has short hair.

MAYOR BEN STROM: (Mayor of the city, Husband of Pacifae) A 40-year old White male. He is 5’7, athletic.

BOSS MILLIE: (Pacifae’s mother and a member of a radical group, ‘Black Supremacy’) A 48-year old African American with an afro-centric appearance, including an afro and ethnic jewelry. Big Jones: (Pacifae’s friend) A 33-year old African American man. 6’3 and muscular.

SLY PAT: (A news reporter, also works covertly for Mayor Ben) A slim, white, middle-aged woman.




A furnished office with plaques and other awards adorning the four walls. BIG JONES, a handsome man with curly hair and glasses, sits cramped behind a large oak desk covered in stacks of paper and folders. He studies a sheet in front of him, stopping every few seconds to scribble down notes. He takes a large sip from his coffee mug. Rubs his droopy, tired eyes. He returns to his document—another man with a wrinkled shirt and shaggy hair steps into the door. BOSS MILLIE holds in her arms another stack of papers that teeters back and forth, about to fall. BIG JONES jumps up.

BIG JONES: Let me help you.

(BOSS MILLIE grabs the stack of papers with both hands. Steadies them.)

BOSS MILLIE: I’ve got them. I’m good. I’m good.

(BIG JONES plops back into his seat.)

BIG JONES: And what do I owe my brother today for this surprising visit? The break room’s power out again

(BOSS MILLIE saunters over, drops the stack of papers onto the last bare place on BIG JONES’s desk.)

BOSS MILLIE: Just thought I’d drop by an early Christmas present.

BIG JONES: What is this?

BOSS MILLIE: The Roberson accounts. A client said he needed these contracts to read and noted by tomorrow morning.

BIG JONES: You’re kidding? He said the same thing when he dumped this load on me last night. There’s no way I can get all of this done.

BOSS MILLIE: Sure, you can. You’re “BIG JONES. Master of pressure.” You’ve turned out quality stuff in less time than this.

(BIG JONES sighs. Runs a hand through his curly hair.)

BIG JONES: Yeah, in college. But this isn’t a term paper. If I don’t get this finished, then we lose the account. That’s millions of dollars.

BOSS MILLIE: Bummer. (checks watch) I’m late. Got to get moving.

BIG JONES: Where you headed?

BOSS MILLIE: Break, of course. (using as-a-matter-of-fact tone) I guess I’ll see you at the hospital later?

BIG JONES: I doubt it. I’ve been so busy I haven’t even had a chance to get up there at all.

BOSS MILLIE: (concerned) You haven’t been to the hospital yet? You do know they’ve called the family in –

BIG JONES: I know. I know.

BOSS MILLIE: BIG JONES, mom needs us — and the family needs you. BIG JONES takes his glasses off, rubs his eyes.

BIG JONES: I’ll do my best. I can’t promise anything, but I’ll try to be there. That seems to be a good enough answer for BOSS MILLIE, as he smiles and strolls towards the door.

BOSS MILLIE: Now, if you don’t mind, there’s a honey bun and a cup of coffee calling my name. This manages to get a small grin out of BIG JONES as he watches his brother exit the room.




A vast room complete with two fully stocked bookshelves on either side and an oversized and over-expensive desk in the middle of the room. Out of the window, which serves as the back wall, looms a beautiful view of the city landscape’s towering buildings. FELIPE MENANDRO (50), a plump and balding man in a tailored suit, stares at his computer screen intently. There is a knock at the door.

SLY PAT: Come in.

(BOSS MILLIE self-consciously slides through the door.)

BOSS MILLIE: Mr. Sly Pat, you wanted to see me?

SLY PAT: Sure. (motioning) Take a seat.

(Walking over, BOSS MILLIE takes a seat opposite Sly Pat. BOSS MILLIE is sweating bullets. He shifts nervously in his seat.)

BOSS MILLIE: Listen, if this is about the copy machine, I didn’t know it was broken. I thought it made that squealing noise every time you —

(Sly Pat waves him off.)

SLY PAT: It’s nothing like that. I can assure you.

BOSS MILLIE breathes a quick sigh of relief. Sly Pat grabs a fat file from his desk. It opens it up and studies its contents.

SLY PAT: (cont’d) I just got done reading your report on the Jasmine Corporation down on the south end. I was pleasantly surprised.

BOSS MILLIE: (surprised) Why, thank you, sir.

SLY PAT: Some of the best work I’ve seen since — well, your brother.

BOSS MILLIE: I don’t know if it is that good, but I appreciate the compliments.

(Sly Pat leans up in his chair and stares BOSS MILLIE in the eye.)

SLY PAT: This is why I want to offer you a promotion. A little token of this company’s appreciation for your excellent work.

(BOSS MILLIE’s eyes grow wide. He’s dumbfounded.)

SLY PAT :(contd) I know it’s a little unorthodox to be handing out promotions when you’ve only been with us a short period, but I think it’s the right move to make to better our future.

BOSS MILLIE:(excited) I’m stunned. I don’t know what to say. Thank you, sir. Thank you very much.

SLY PAT: I can’t lie by telling you that this decision was made totally on your excellent work as of late. This company is going through a bit of a financial bind this year. We’re going to have to make some layoffs for ends meet.

(An expression of both confusion and concern spreads over BOSS MILLIE.)

BOSS MILLIE: What do you mean “layoffs to make ends meet”? What position am I getting?

SLY PAT: Head over pre-market research.

BOSS MILLIE: Pre-market research? That’s my brother’s job. Are you laying off my brother?

SLY PAT: Mr. Aragon — Your brother –has been at this company for nearly a decade. While he was essential in building up this business, his large payroll has also taken part in tearing it down. It’s a job that we needed a younger person with the qualifications to fill—a younger person with a lighter payload –(motioning) — You.

(BOSS MILLIE is in shock. His jaw is nearly on the floor.)

BOSS MILLIE: No. I can’t take his job.

SLY PAT: The thing is, someone is going to be fired. You can either take your brother’s job — or you can lose yours. Sly Pat stands, straightens his coat before heading towards his door.

SLY PAT: (cont’d) Now, if you don’t mind. I have a luncheon I’m running late for.

(BOSS MILLIE stands, following Sly Pat to her office door.)

SLY PAT: (cont’d) I take it you accept my proposition?

BOSS MILLIE: It doesn’t look like you’ve given me much of choice.

(Sly Pat exits his office, and BOSS MILLIE is about to do the same, but Sly Pat turns back.)

SLY PAT: But as our new head of pre-market research, I have your first assignment. You have to relieve your brother from his position.

(BOSS MILLIE goes white. A grin spreads over Sly Pat’s lips as he turns and strolls away.)




The room is entirely dark except for the glow of a desk lamp, which casts eerie shadows on BIG JONES’s face and the slowly dwindling pile of folders and papers on his desk. BIG JONES finally sits up from his studying, closes the folder. He checks his watch. It reads 10:34. Rising, BIG JONES grabs his coat, draped over the back of his desk chair, and exits his office.


The bar is empty except for BOSS MILLIE sitting on one of the bar stools and a BARTENDER who is rhythmically drying glasses. BOSS MILLIE downs the last of his beer.

BARTENDER: How about another?

BOSS MILLIE: Sure. Couldn’t hurt.

(The bartender grabs a fresh pitcher of beer. Refills BOSS MILLIE’s mug.)

BARTENDER: Something seems to be bothering you, son.

BOSS MILLIE: Getting advice from the bartender — seems a little cliche, don’t you think?

BARTENDER: (chuckling) You could say I’m somewhat old fashioned.

(BOSS MILLIE gulps down his entire beer. Wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.)

BOSS MILLIE: I have a significant dilemma at my job. I was offered a promotion today, but it means the firing of someone close to me.

BARTENDER: People get hired. People get fired.

BOSS MILLIE: Yeah, but in this case, those people are my brother.


(BIG JONES’s black suburban cruises through the city streets.)

BOSS MILLIE (Voice over) A brother with a family to support. Insurance and a mortgage to pay. BIG JONES takes out his cell phone. Dials a number.

BIG JONES: Hey. Listen, I’m on my way to the hospital — what? (A beat) When did this happen? (A beat) Oh, my God…


BARTENDER: Your brother seems to have a lot going for him.


BARTENDER: And what do you have? (A beat.)

BOSS MILLIE: I have nothing. I still live with my mother. The old bat’s about to die anyway. They’ve already called in the family.

(The bartender nods to himself. Goes back to washing the glasses.)

BARTENDER: Seems like you’re about due for a break in life. You deserve to take that job. You know the old saying, “all is fair in love and business.”

(BOSS MILLIE looks up from his daze.)

BOSS MILLIE: I thought that was love and war? The bartender looks over with a sly smirk.

BARTENDER: Business is war.

(The bartender is cleaning the dirty glasses. BOSS MILLIE helplessly stares at his empty mug.)




A group of people huddles together. The group consists of BIG JONES, and DAUGHTER, Pacifae Strom, and several other men and women. Everyone is crying. The children sit quietly, both with confused looks on their faces. BOSS MILLIE slowly enters through the doorway. There seems to be a nervous strut in his step. The children are the first to see him. Both immediately run over. BOSS MILLIE bends down to greet them with a hug.

DAUGHTER: Did you bring us something, Boss Millie?

BOSS MILLIE: Not today, kids. I’m sorry.

(By this time, the others have noticed BOSS MILLIE’s entrance. BIG JONES walks over.)

BOSS MILLIE: (cont’d to BIG JONES): How is she?

BIG JONES: Mom passed away about an hour ago. She was already gone by the time I got here.

(BIG JONES hugs BOSS MILLIE. He immediately begins to cry. BOSS MILLIE just stands there holding his brother, shocked.)


Rain pours down. All dressed in black and holding umbrellas, mayor Ben Strom stands and watches as a LARGE CASKET is lowered into the ground. A PRIEST reads a Bible verse. BIG JONES has an arm around his wife and an arm around his two children. BOSS MILLIE stands a few feet away, admiring this seemingly a picture-perfect family.




A spacious, green yard enclosed in a white picket fence. A children’s jungle gym is erected in one corner of the yard. A long picnic table has been placed at the center of the yard. The Aragon family sits quietly around the picnic table covered with dishes full of food: Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, etc.

Mayor Ben Strom: Will you say grace, BIG JONES?

(BIG JONES nods.)

BIG JONES: Let us bow our heads.

(Everyone at the table bows their heads. Everyone except BOSS MILLIE, who watches his brother as he prays.)

BIG JONES (cont’d): Dear God, we bless you for this food we are about to receive. And for the hands that prepared it. Lord, even though this is a time of sadness, we still know that my mother is in a much better place now. All we can do is continue to thank you for your blessings and everything you will continue to do for us. Amen.

(Hands reach out all over the place as food dishes begin to make their rounds.)


(Everyone’s plate is nearly empty. BIG JONES’s son tugs on his wife’s coat.)

S.O.N.: Can we play now, mommy?

WIFE: Yes. But be very careful. We don’t want any broken bones.

The two kids rise from the table and run toward the jungle gym. BIG JONES and his wife watch the kids as they play. They smile. BOSS MILLIE approaches them from behind.


BIG JONES: (turning) Yes?

BOSS MILLIE: Can I speak with you for a moment? In private.

(BIG JONES looks at his wife, who nods.)


(BIG JONES stands, follows BOSS MILLIE a few feet away from where they are out of earshot.)

BIG JONES (cont’d): Is something the matter?

BOSS MILLIE: I didn’t want to do this here, but it may be the only chance I get before tomorrow — I got a promotion.

(BIG JONES’s face lights up.)

BIG JONES: That’s great! And to think you’ve only been working there for four months.

BOSS MILLIE: See, it’s not that simple. I’ve been promoted to your job.

BIG JONES (confused): Okay…I’m not sure I understand.

BOSS MILLIE: Sly Pat said that revenues have been low and they had to make some cutbacks. I either had to take your job and fire you – or turn it down and lose my job.

(BIG JONES takes a step back. He’s shocked by the statement.)

BIG JONES: Are you trying to tell me that you took the job? And you are firing me?

BOSS MILLIE: I haven’t made the best of my life so far, and this job has been the only thing that’s turned me around. Mom’s dead, BIG JONES. This job is all I have left.

(BIG JONES shakes his head angrily, in disgust. With each passing second, he grows redder and redder because of anger.)

BIG JONES: No. NO! You’ve always been a screw-off and a selfish jerk, BOSS MILLIE. Who was there when you dropped out of college? Who was there to bail you out of jail after you received your second D.U.I. in a month? Who got you that freaking job in the first place?!

BOSS MILLIE: And you think you deserve everything? So, I’ve made a few mistakes in my day. I wouldn’t get this promotion if I didn’t deserve it, and you wouldn’t be getting the boot if you’d get your lazy bum off a chair and do something!

(BIG JONES steps forward. Grabs BOSS MILLIE by his collar, pulling him close.)



(BIG JONES’s wife sees the confrontation brewing. She runs towards the children.)

PACIFAE STROM: Kids, follow Mayor Ben Strom into the house. She wants you to help her bake some cookies. Aunt Martha takes the children by the hand. Leads them towards the house.


(BIG JONES jerks BOSS MILLIE by his collar.)

BIG JONES: Mother was right. You were a lost cause who couldn’t make a wise decision if your life depended on it.

(This statement pushes BOSS MILLIE over the edge. He SHOVES BIG JONES. BIG JONES stumbles backward, FALLS to the ground. But he is immediately back up. BIG JONES charges BOSS MILLIE, DECKS him across the face. BOSS MILLIE goes down, hard.

PACIFAE STROM: STOP IT! (BIG JONES is grabbed from behind by his wife.) The closest person to you both has just died, and you’re going to fight each other like children. What is going on?

(BIG JONES points a stern finger at BOSS MILLIE on the ground.)

BIG JONES: Take a look at the man who just ruined our lives, honey. The man who just stole my job right out from under me and put us in the poor house.

(BOSS MILLIE, now with a bloody nose, pushes himself up off the ground.)

BOSS MILLIE: Screw you, BIG JONES. Take a look at your life. You have a huge house, a beautiful wife, two beautiful kids. And what do I ever get? Squat — that’s what. I’ve sat in your shadow my entire life. Not anymore. I’m taking that job.

BIG JONES breaks from his wife’s grip. He leaps onto BOSS MILLIE, taking them both to the ground. BIG JONES lays a fury of punches onto BOSS MILLIE’s face, throwing his head around like a rag doll. Blood spews from his nose and newly opened wounds.


Everyone is in the same position as before. The bartender is cleaning the dirty glasses. BOSS MILLIE helplessly stares at his empty mug.

BOSS MILLIE: But is it worth it?

(The bartender stops cleaning, looks over at BOSS MILLIE.)

BOSS MILLIE (cont’d): Is it worth breaking up a family just for my greed? My brother has earned everything he’s gotten. I can’t take that away from him. BOSS MILLIE stands and exits the bar. The bartender watches him go.



Something is different about this familiar scene. There are no tears. BIG JONES hugs his wife tightly as they, and the rest of the family, laugh at the two children dancing around playfully in the middle of the floor. BOSS MILLIE enters the room. BIG JONES is the first to see him. He walks over and gives BOSS MILLIE a gigantic hug.

BOSS MILLIE: Everyone seems so happy? What’s going on?

BIG JONES: I can’t explain it. The doctor said the cancer is receding. Everything is going to be alright. Mom’s going to live. It’s a miracle from God.

(BIG JONES laughs in disbelief. Hugs his brother again.)

BIG JONES (cont’d): (Off BOSS MILLIE’s sad look) Is something wrong?

BOSS MILLIE: Yeah, I just found out before I left the office today. I’m going to lose my job.

BIG JONES: How did this happen?

BOSS MILLIE: Sly Pat just said there wasn’t much room for me anymore.

BIG JONES: That’s horrible. I’m sorry to hear that, BOSS MILLIE.

BOSS MILLIE: I’ll be fine. The important thing is we are all together, and everything is going to be okay.

(BOSS MILLIE puts a hand on his brother’s back. They begin walking back to the rest of the family.)

BIG JONES: I know this isn’t the most fantastic option, but I know some guys down in logistics. I’m sure I can pull a few strings and get you a job down there —

BOSS MILLIE: I’m too far in this game to start taking steps backward. It’s either all or nothing.

(BOSS MILLIE joins in the laughter as the children continue to dance.)

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