ONE OF THESE DAYS was shot in december 2014 as our FILMMAKING II final at COLLEGE OF THE CANYONS. the cast, crew, and location were incredible, but it didn't quite come together thanks to bad sound recording and actor tension. only a rough cut exists. here's the shooting script, dated november 2014.

FADE IN:

EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT

It's the still-dark hours of the morning. An unassuming car with ONTARIO LICENSE PLATES sits in an empty parking lot. TIMOTHY and JULIANNA are seated inside, Julianna in the driver's seat.

Julianna looks outwards.

JULIANNA
He's going to kill you. What makes you think he isn't going kill you?

TIMOTHY
He won't kill me. It's a day of celebration. No bloodshed. Like how no one ever gets popped at a funeral.

JULIANNA
I think that's because of the heavy FBI presence. And funerals aren't celebrations.

TIMOTHY
You aren't going to the right funerals.

JULIANNA
Even if you're right (which you aren't) and he isn't going to kill you (which he is), why do you need to do this?

TIMOTHY
He'd say it's about respect.

JULIANNA
What would you say it's about?

Timothy doesn't answer. Beat.

TIMOTHY
I feel old.

JULIANNA
I read once that in our heads we're all 19, until something finally wakes us up -- usually violently -- and makes us realize that we aren't.

Another beat.

JULIANNA (cont'd)
Well, Timothy-who-acts-19, whether you're on the run tomorrow or dead tomorrow, I guess I won't ever see you again.

TIMOTHY
Anna, I...

JULIANNA
It's fine. We already said our goodbyes. I don't think I want to be there when your wake up comes calling, anyway. Go. Pay your respects.

Timothy sighs and moves to leave, cracking open the car door, but Julianna grabs him and KISSES him first.

One last beat passes, and Timothy gets out of the car. Julianna starts the engine and places her hands on the wheel... but she isn't ready to leave.

CUT TO:

INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT

A bell above the door rings as Timothy enters the restaurant. Al Green is playing softly in the background. FRANCIS is seated at a table, with an empty plate and a full glass of tea in front of him. A few tables away sits a BODYGUARD.

Timothy casually plops down in the chair across from Francis.

FRANCIS
Cutting it a little close, aren't you?

TIMOTHY
Too late to start being on time now, y'know?

Francis, unamused, motions offscreen for a second up of tea.

TIMOTHY (cont'd)
Congratulations on the promotion, Francis. Or do I have to call you "Don Giardello" now?

Francis remains unamused. Awkward beat.

TIMOTHY (cont'd)
(motioning to the music)
This is good. Who is it?

FRANCIS
That's Al Green, son. How do you not know who this is? What the fuck have you been listening to?

TIMOTHY
(with a shrug)
Iggy Azalea?

FRANCIS
Are you fucking kidding me with the Iggy-fucking-Azalea? Motherfucker, what Iggy Azalea is doing is the 21st century equivalent of blackface. You cannot in good conscience support--

Francis realizes -- with a laugh -- that Timothy is trying to rile him up.

FRANCIS (cont'd)
You are never gonna change, are you, little brother?

Timothy smiles. They are immediately more at ease with each other.

FRANCIS (cont'd)
Bo Diddley to Pink Floyd, I never could get you to listen to the greats.

TIMOTHY
You mean the oldies?

FRANCIS
You watch your mouth.

They're all smiles. It's old times up in here.

TIMOTHY
(nodding towards the bodyguard)
Where'd you find this gino?

FRANCIS
(not even looking, sipping his tea)
Never seen him before in my life.

A nervous waiter, who we'll call NERVOUS WAITER, arrives with Timothy's tea. Francis pulls out a flask and pours its amber contents into the glass.

NERVOUS WAITER
I--I--I'm sorry sir, but you can't bring outside.. you can't drink alcohol...

Francis silently, intensely glares at the waiter as he speaks, and for a long beat after he's finished.

NERVOUS WAITER (cont'd)
...I--never mind, sir. I'm sorry. Let me know if you need anything else.

He scoots quickly away, and Timothy and Francis give it a moment before cracking the fuck up. Francis finishes pouring and they enjoy their drinks.

TIMOTHY
You've been pulling that shit since I was 6 fucking years old. Do you have any idea how jealous I was? Mom nearly had me convinced that last growth spurt was gonna come...

FRANCIS
Don't dream it's over, buddy.

TIMOTHY
Funny. So how is it? Being the boss of a family?

FRANCIS
It's hard fucking work, kid. Do you have any idea how much thought you have to put behind every single decision? I wouldn't wish this job on anyone.

Beat.

FRANCIS (cont'd)
It's the fucking best.

Timothy grins.

TIMOTHY
I figured it would be. God knows you wanted it.

Behind Francis, the door bell rings again as Julianna enters the restaurant and takes a seat behind Francis. Timothy sees her, but gives no sign of recognition. The bodyguard barely notices her.

TIMOTHY (cont'd)
Do you think mom knew what she was preparing us for? This thing of ours?

FRANCIS
Ms. Giardello? Toughest ol' broad in St. Clair West? She knew exactly what she was doing.

The nervous waiter brings Julianna a cup of tea, which she drinks from as she listens intently.

TIMOTHY
She wanted this life for us?

FRANCIS
Of course she wanted this life for us. She knew the truth, brother: all this freedom you get is a lie. She was the "honest poor" her entire life, and all she saw when she looked up was that... the dishonest win. They're in charge. And worse, the dishonest? They want US honest. Quiet. Meek.

Timothy nods.

FRANCIS (cont'd)
Being black, or brown, or poor in this country? It's like being that third fuckin' guy on the moon.

TIMOTHY
Michael Collins.

FRANCIS
It's not important. The point is, we know we're a part of something special, this grand capitalist experiment, but we're watching it through the fucking window. We're stuck sitting in this box while Neil and Buzz are having all the fun outside. That's why this thing of ours exists, and that's why mom raised us the way she did. She didn't want us to sit in that box and smile. She wanted us to step out and take what's fucking ours. That's what I'm gonna do. For everyone from our shitty little neighborhood, for everyone who looks like me, for everyone who looks like you... I'm gonna get what was motherfucking promised to us.

Timothy nods again. A beat passes. His laid back, relaxed air is replaced with intensity.

TIMOTHY
I think you're right. There's just one problem.

FRANCIS
What's that?

TIMOTHY
She did such a good job raising us to be a part of this, I don't think she realized there's no chance in hell we could ever co-exist. You wanna take what they owe you? Super duper. I'm gonna take what YOU owe ME. I don't have have time to care two fucks about how classism is the new racism. All my life you've talked about respect while making me eat your shit. You think that after everything we've been through I'm just gonna let you sit in the big chair? I know I'll never sit there myself, so instead I'm just going to dismantle everything you've built, piece by piece. This thing of ours won't even exist when I'm through. As long as I'm alive, you will never relax and you will never, EVER feel safe.

Francis seethes with rage.

FRANCIS
You're family, kid, so you have one night... ONE NIGHT... before you have to start looking over your shoulder every time you step outside. Get the FUCK out of here.

Timothy, with a mirthless smile, leaves.

The rage, still visible on Francis's face, overwhelms him. He motions to the bodyguard, breaking his promise.

FRANCIS
Fucking do it.

The bodyguard immediately gets up and follows Timothy outside. Francis doesn't notice that -- behind him -- Julianna quickly follows the bodyguard.

Francis, alone, slams his fist on the table.

CUT TO:

EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT

QUICK INSERT: A thin strip of wire wraps itself around the bodyguard's neck.

QUICK INSERT: Two very feminine wire-wrapped hands, clenched into fists, tighten.

QUICK INSERT: The trunk of Julianna's car shuts harshly.

Julianna and Timothy stand behind her car in the parking lot, overlooking the city.

TIMOTHY
I had him, y'know.

JULIANNA
It didn't look like you had him.

TIMOTHY
Okay, so he surprised me. I can still take out a soldier.

JULIANNA
"I was wrong, Julianna. Thank you, Julianna."

TIMOTHY
Thank--

JULIANNA
No need to thank me.

Timothy laughs.

TIMOTHY
Where did you learn how to do that?

JULIANNA
I don't think you and your brother were the only ones who had an out-of-the-ordinary upbringing.

Beat.

TIMOTHY
Where do we go from here?

Julianna holds out her hand.

JULIANNA
You know what's more fun than one person trying to take down the mob?

Timothy grins -- with mirth, this time -- and takes her hand in his.

CUT TO:

INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT

Francis notices a small white card tucked under Timothy's saucer. He picks it up and looks at it.

Hand-written, it reads: "One of these days..."

As the bassline from Pink Floyd's 'One Of These Days' kicks in and Francis breathes heavily, many emotions cross his face, not the least of which is the aforementioned seething rage... until he settles on the very hint of a smile.

He can't fucking wait.

FADE OUT.

2014.11.21