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February 1st, 2014, 06:46 AM
FADE IN:




INT. FLAMING PIT - NIGHT


Robert is sitting alone at the bar counter.


He is writing on a piece of paper and holding on a glass of
whiskey.


He chugs his drink and exhales from the burning whiskey. He
begins to mutter to himself.


ROBERT
Baby please come home, baby please
come home, I can't think...


Robert stops in his writing. He starts to mutter different
words to himself.


He drops his head on the counter in frustration.


ROBERT (CONT'D)
Waiter.


The waiter walks towards Robert while cleaning a dirty glass.


Robert sticks his hand in the air holding his glass in the
air.


ROBERT (CONT'D)
Another please.


The waiter puts down the glass and reaches for the whiskey
beneath the counter.


He pours the whiskey in Robert's glass. Robert picks his head
up and takes a drink.


The waiter picks up his dirty glass and continues to clean.


WAITER
Just to let you know we will be
closing in two hours.


Robert nods his head.


The waiter walks back to the bar sink to continue cleaning.


Robert puts his glass down and goes back to writing. He
stares at the paper and recites what he has written to
himself.


ROBERT
Baby don't you go, baby don't you
go, if you do, I just don't know...


Robert shakes his head in frustration.


He grabs the paper and crumples it up. He throws it over his
shoulder.


The crumple paper flies towards the floor and lands near a
white shoe.


Standing near the crumple paper is MR. MERCER, a tall black
man wearing a clean white suit with a fur coat and a white
Fedora.


He bends over to pick up the crumple paper. Mr. Mercer takes
off his fur coat and hangs it on the wall rack.


He walks towards counter slowly where Robert is sitting at.
He speaks with a southern accent.


MR. MERCER
Waiter.


The waiter turns around to Mr. Mercer.


He walks towards him holding onto another dirty glass,
cleaning it.


WAITER
What can I get you?


Mr. Mercer begins to ponder. He smiles.


MR. MERCER
Let me have your most expensive
drink.


Mr. Mercer reaches inside his suit and pulls a wad of cash.
He throws it on the counter.


MR. MERCER (CONT'D)
(smiling)
Leave the bottle.


The waiter grabs the wad of cash and shuffles through it. He
looks up at Mr. Mercer and smiles.


WAITER
Coming right up.


Mr. Mercer pulls out the bar stool and sits near Robert.


Robert pulls out another piece of paper and continues to
write.


He stops again when he becomes stuck on the verse. He drops
his head on the counter again.


Mr. Mercer takes off his hat, and places the crumble paper
near Robert.


MR. MERCER
This yours?


Robert with his head on the counter looks towards Mr. Mercer.


He sits up and sees the crumpled paper in front of him.


ROBERT
Yeah that's mine, sorry about that.


Mr. Mercer shakes his head. He puts his hand in front of him
making the stop gesture


MR. MERCER
No it's alright, it's
understandable. What are you
working on?


Robert sighs when hearing the question.


ROBERT
Trying to finish this song, but I
just can't seem to get pass this
verse.


The waiter walks up to Mr. Mercer with his expensive bottle
of liquor and glass.


MR. MERCER
Thank you.


The waiter walks away and heads towards the back room.


Mr. Mercer pours himself a glass of liquor and gulps it down.
He exhales.


MR. MERCER (CONT'D)
Man that's worth every penny.


He chuckles.


Mr. Mercer fills his glass again. He turns to Robert with his
glass in his hand.


MR. MERCER (CONT'D)
Cheers.


Robert smirks.


He grabs his glass, and both men salute. They both take a
drink and exhale.


We see a clock and it shows it's 10 P.M. Later on We see the
same clock, but changes to 11 P.M.


Robert and Mr. Mercer begin to laugh hysterically.


MR. MERCER (CONT'D)
And that's when I said you can kiss
my black ass.


Both men laugh even louder. When the laughing dies down, Mr.
Mercer shows consideration.


MR. MERCER (CONT'D)
You know what Robert, you're a good
kid.


Robert looks at Mr. Mercer with a smirk.


ROBERT
Thanks, you ain't bad yourself Mr.
Mercer.


Mr. Mercer takes a gulp of his drink and exhales. He stares
at his empty glass.


MR. MERCER
What if I told you I could help you
with your problem.


He looks towards Robert. Robert looks at Mr. Mercer with
suspicion.


ROBERT
How are you going to help me out?


Mr. Mercer pulls out a cigar. He smiles.


MR. MERCER
I'm a very powerful person.


He puts the cigar in his mouth.


He snaps his fingers and lights his thumb on fire. He lights
his cigar. Robert jumps out of his stool, scared.


ROBERT
Whoa what the hell?


Mr. Mercer turns to Robert in confusion. He waves off the
fire from his thumb.


MR. MERCER
What?


Mr. Mercer shows Robert his palm, reviling a lit match
between his thumb and index finger.


Robert sighs. He begins to laugh off his reaction.


ROBERT
Oh my god, for a minute there I
thought you were burning.


Mr. Mercer chuckles at Robert's comment.


MR. MERCER
What's the matter boy, scared of
magic.


Mr. Mercer chuckles at Robert.


Robert sits back on his stool.


He grabs his empty glass, and stares inside it for a few
seconds.


He turns to Mr. Mercer who is enjoying his cigar.


ROBERT
You really can help me with my
problem?


Mr. Mercer inhales his cigar. He moves the cigar out of his
mouth, exhales, then turns to Robert.


He gives Robert a smirk and chuckles.


ROBERT (CONT'D)
I mean, exactly how can you help
me?


Mr. Mercer ponders at his cigar in his hand. He turns to
Robert.


MR. MERCER
I know some people.


Robert has a suspicious look on his face.


ROBERT
People?


MR. MERCER
Yes, top guys who are always
looking for new talent.


Robert turns away from Mr. Mercer to ponder.


MR. MERCER (CONT'D)
Besides I have a reputation of
finding starving artist just like
yourself, and making them big.


Robert looks back at Mr. Mercer.


ROBERT
Like who?


MR. MERCER
You know Boney Fingers Bradley?


Robert chuckles at Mr. Mercer's comment.


ROBERT
Yeah of course I know who he is.


Mr. Mercer looks away from Robert to inhale his cigar. He
exhales then looks back to Robert.


MR. MERCER
Well, I found that boy on the
streets strumming his guitar in the
rain. Now look where he is.


Robert begins to look impress.


MR. MERCER (CONT'D)
You know why they call him Boney
Fingers?


Robert shakes his head.


MR. MERCER (CONT'D)
He got that name from me. The day I
found him, he was skinnier than a
twig. He reached out to shake my
hand it I swear I saw nothing, but
bones.


Mr. Mercer begins to laugh.


Robert chuckles.


MR. MERCER (CONT'D)
I got to say though, that boy can
strum a guitar. He's not the only I
found neither.


Mr. Mercer begins to keep count with his hands as he rolls
off names.


MR. MERCER (CONT'D)
There's Willie Johnson, Fat Boy
King, Big Bones Jones, that boy can
eat.


Mr. Mercer continues to roll of several names.


Robert looks away from Mr. Mercer. He ponders while looking
at his empty glass.


MR. MERCER (CONT'D)
You going to pour yourself drink or
just stare at how dirty your glass
is?


Robert looks back at Mr. Mercer.


MR. MERCER (CONT'D)
You been staring at that empty
glass of yours, why not fill it up?


Robert chuckles. He holds his glass up with his elbow resting
on the counter.


ROBERT
I wish I could, but I can't afford
anymore.


Mr. Mercer laughs.


MR. MERCER
Well hell son why didn't you say
something. Here try some of this.


Mr. Mercer puts his cigar back into his mouth. He reaches in
his suit to grab a flask.


He twists the top, and pours the drink in Robert's glass.


Robert puts the glass against his nose, he takes a sniff.
Robert is startled by the scent.


ROBERT
Whoa what is this?


Mr. Mercer takes the cigar out of his mouth and points at the
Robert's glass.


MR. MERCER
That there is Apple Shine. A
special brew I make myself.


Mr. Mercer Smiles while Robert looks at his glass with
suspicion.


Robert looks back at Mr. Mercer as he begins to drink from
the flask. He exhales with a smile on his face.


MR. MERCER (CONT'D)
Delicious.


Robert looks back at his glass and takes a drink. He begins
to have a coughing fit.


He puts his drink on the counter and stands up continuing
coughing. Mr. Mercer Laughs.


MR. MERCER (CONT'D)
You alright there son?


Robert slowly stops coughing. He bends over resting his hands
on his knees. He takes a deep breath.


ROBERT
Holy shit what the hell is in that?


Mr. Mercer continues to laugh. Robert begins to look dizzy.


MR. MERCER
Oh, looks like we got ourselves a
light weight.


Robert tires to speak, but instead speaks gibberish.


He stumbles around before passing out and falling to the
floor.






INT. BUSINESS OFFICE - DAY


Robert is staring off while sitting in a chair.


Sitting in front of him is a young blonde white man, wearing
a nice grey suit.


BUSINESS MAN
Mr. Morganfield?


Robert snaps out of his unconsciousness.


ROBERT
What?


BUSINESS MAN
I said do we have a deal?


The business man has a smile on his face.


Robert looks around to find his band members sitting with
him.


MEMBER 1
You alright Robert?


ROBERT
Yeah I'm just not all there.


Mr. Mercer walks behind the business man desk, still wearing
the white suit.


MR. MERCER
It's understandable, I'd be dazed
out too if I was offer that much
money.


Everyone chuckles except for Robert. Robert forces a chuckle
out, but is still confused.


MR. MERCER (CONT'D)
Maybe you should take a look at
that contract one more time.


Robert looks at his band members.


MEMBER 1
Go ahead Robert take a look again.


The business man hands Robert the contract.


He grabs the contract and looks over it. He studies the
contract for a few seconds his eyes get big.


He looks at the business man with surprise.


ROBERT
Is this real?


The business man nods. Mr. Mercer chuckles.


MR. MERCER
As real as you and me son.


Robert begins to smile.


He looks back at the contract to study it a few more seconds.
He looks back at the business man.


ROBERT
You got a pen?


Mr. Mercer pulls out a red pen.


MR. MERCER
Here use mine.


Robert stands up and grabs the pen. He lays the contract on
the desk and signs it. The business man stands up and buttons
his suit.


BUSINESS MAN
Welcome gentleman.


Robert and the business man shake hand. The band members
chatter with excitement.


Mr. Mercer chuckles and shakes Robert's hand.


Robert starts to feel good and takes his seat again with a
big smile on his face.






INT. DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT


Robert is sitting in a chair in front of a huge mirror.


He looks at the table and see's hair products on the mirror
counter.


He looks around to find cloths hanging with his guitar on a
guitar stand next to him.


The dressing door opens. Enters a young black man, with a
white shirt and black pants.


ASSISTANT
Sir you're on stage in five
minutes.


Robert looks confused.


ASSISTANT (CONT'D)
Sir?


Mr. Mercer walks in the dressing room from behind the
assistant. He is wearing his same suit, with the fur coat on.


MR. MERCER
I got it from here son thanks.


The assistant nods and leaves.


ROBERT
Where am I?


Mr. Mercer lights a cigar. He exhales.


MR. MERCER
What you don't know your own show
when you hear it?


Mr. Mercer nods over his shoulder.


MR. MERCER (CONT'D)
Just listen to the noise?


Robert listens for the noise.


The chant of Robert's name and his band is being heard from
the distance.


ROBERT
(confused)
There here to see me?


MR. MERCER
Son they packed the damn place to
the point that people are sitting
in the aisles.


Robert turns back to look at the mirror. He has another big
smile on his face.


Mr. Mercer walks behind Robert. He puts his hands on his
shoulders.


MR. MERCER (CONT'D)
Son you got to get going. Show is
going to start soon.


Robert nods his head.


He grabs some of the hair products to fix his hair. He turns
to Mr. Mercer to get his opinion on how he looks.


MR. MERCER (CONT'D)
You look really good now lets go.


Robert grabs his guitar and puts the strap around his
shoulder.


He walks quickly for the door. Mr. Mercer exits through the
door followed by Robert.


ROBERT
Let's give these people a show.


Robert turns around to shut the door.






INT. MANSION - NIGHT


Robert turns around and is standing inside a huge mansion. He
becomes confused again.


ROBERT
Where am I?


Mr. Mercer stands behind the private bar.


MR. MERCER
Why it's your house.


Mr. Mercer walks from behind the bar towards Robert holding
two filled glasses.


MR. MERCER (CONT'D)
You can't tell your own house when
you see it.


Mr. Mercer smiles and hands Robert the drink.


Robert still confused, takes the drink.


MR. MERCER (CONT'D)
Cheers.


Both men touch glasses.


As Robert sips his drink, he looks up towards the second
floor. Female laughter can be heard.


ROBERT
Who's upstairs?


Mr. Mercer smirks at Robert.


MR. MERCER
Why two very beautiful ladies
waiting for you upstairs.


Robert looks at Mr. Mercer with surprise.


ROBERT
Two beautiful ladies?


MR. MERCER
Both here for you.


Mr. Mercer smiles and takes a drink. He nods his head towards
the stairs.


Robert looks away from Mr. Mercer and rushes upstairs.


Mr. Mercer laughs.






INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT


Robert opens the bedroom door. He is surprised by what he
sees.


Two beautiful ladies, one black and one white, are laying in
bed in sexy lingerie.


BLACK GIRL
Come here Robert we're getting
bored.


WHITE GIRL
We had to keep ourselves busy.


Both girls begin to passionately kiss each other.


Robert has a perverted smile. He slams the door and jumps on
the bed.


All three begin to laugh. As he lays on the bed, the girls
being to crawl all over him.


The white girl sits on Robert's lap. She bends slowly towards
Robert's face looking as though she will kiss him.


Her face changes from lustful to anger.


WHITE GIRL (CONT'D)
Asshole.






INT. FLAMING PIT - NIGHT


Robert awakens in the Flaming pit. The waiter stands over
him.


WAITER
Wake up you lousy drunk, it's
closing time.


Robert stumbles back on his feet. He brushes himself off.


Robert stands in confusion.


ROBERT
What happen?


The waiter looks annoyed by Robert's question.


WAITER
The hell should I know, I heard a
slamming noise, came out, and found
your ass knocked out on the floor.


Robert begins to massage his head. He looks around the bar.


ROBERT
What happen to Mr. Mercer.


The waiter points over his shoulder with his thumb at the
door.


WAITER
He said he had to split.


The waiter hands Robert a note.


WAITER (CONT'D)
Told me to give you this.


Robert opens the note. He rubs his head with his left hand
while holds the note in his right hand.


The waiter walks away, annoyed and mumbles to himself. Robert
mumbles the note to himself.


ROBERT
Sorry for leaving you on the floor,
but I had to go. If you are
interested in my help, meet me
outside the bar at midnight sharp.
A minute late and the deal is off.
Come alone.


Robert looks behind the note. Behind the note is more
writing.


ROBERT (CONT'D)
If you're not interested that's
fine too. You seemed comfortable
laying on the floor. Your' friend
Mr. Mercer.


Robert looks away from the note. He walks away towards the
back of the bar.


FADE TO BLACK.