Chapter Two
JIM RICCI
( IS AN
UNEMPLOYED MAN)
— FLASHBACK:
ext. JIM's apartment
JIM RICCI, an Italian-American in his mid-twenties, has blonde hair, an angular face, grave eyes of grey and green, and a light accent of his home country. He is leaning on the edge of the balcony, wearing a simple white shirt with the top two buttons undone, and a pair of black shorts. He is smoking a cigarette and spacing out at a poster for an upcoming movie on the opposite building. The street is busy, cars' horns mixed with and people's noises, which is a sound JIM is used to hearing. Back in his flat, his record player is playing. On the desk is a pile of paper, which can be identified as movie scripts, but not for the whole movie. Some are flipped open, and some can be seen with messy handwriting on the margins. A shot of the whole flat, it is messy, with random objects stacked up on the corner and movie posters threatening to peel off on the side of the cupboard. The shot closes up on JIM again, who's still staring aimlessly into the distance. Suddenly, the phone in his pocket rings. He took it out and switched it off and puts in back. But a few seconds later it started ringing again. He groans in annoyance and takes it out. He opens his mouth to say something but is immediately interrupted.
MARY: Where were you last night?
JIM: (closes his eyes in annoyance) Good morning to you too, mom.
MARY: Were you out with Colin again?
JIM: (takes a deep breath) What's wrong mom, you seem to be more worked up than usual.
MARY: Of course I'm worked up! I've been trying to call you all night! And you're out doing god knows what when you're supposed to be sleeping and now you're wasting your life away at home the time you're supposed to be out at work. (sighs) Jim, you need to find a job. Did any of the agencies call you back?
JIM: (glances at his pile of scripts on the desk, and answers, more faintly than before) No, not yet.
MARY: (softer) Well, maybe they're still deciding? (attempt to joke) Well, I didn't let you study in a fucking acting school for nothing if I don't think you have the talent, right baby? I have faith in you.
JIM: I know mom, thanks.
MARY: Just take care of yourself, okay?
JIM: Yea mom. You too.
MARY: And find some way to pay the bills.
JIM: I'll come by soon, mom, love you.
MARY: Love you. (ends call)
JIM sighs once again and threw the phone on the table beside him. He took a final drag on his cigarette and soaked the cigarettes butt on the ashtray on the table. He walked towards the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. He raised the glass to his lips when the doorbell rang. Surprised, he put down the glass on the counter and went to open the door. There stood his friend COLIN, a brunette with a dopey smile on his freckled face. It is almost hard to believe that they are the same age since JIM looks much more mature with his angled features and eyes which give off a cold and stoic look.
JIM hugs COLIN with a smile on his face, his mood seeming to brighten.
JIM: Hey man, what's up?
Colin: Good, good! Just thought I'd stop by. (points lazily towards the door) Gotta go back soon though, lunch break.
JIM:(chuckles) I know, you're a busy man huh? (jokingly) Lil' boy can provide for himself and his girl now-
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