We're introduced to a character's bedroom. Posters vary from bizarre pictures of a maelstrom of fire in a hole next to a shovel, foreshadowing later events to retro Elvis montages. This isn't something you'd expect from a guy stuck in a cubicle for a living.
The clock's alarm rings obnoxiously. The red hues state it is 5:40 A.M. The blare goes on for three seconds until a hand pops out and presses the off button.
We see the bottom of the bed and a pair of feet in socks slowly touch the ground.
INT. BATHROOM -- NEXT
We see the sink. A tootbrush and Colgate are picked up from the mirror door to the left of the sink.
Hot water rushes from the faucet as the toothbrush, already tipped appropriately with some paste, is placed underneath it.
We then see our guy's face's reflection: Roland Gone (20's) wearing a wife-beater. As he is about to close the mirror door, he stops to stare at the mirror. Shaved head... tan... some mild bags under his eyes... not too bad-looking... has a helluva five o'clock shadow.
He closes the mirror door.
While brushing his teeth, we go to his pair of onyx jeans. They're placed on a chair. On the back pocket, we can see his wallet with his driver's license sticking out. He looks oddly jolly in the Kodak-moment picture. He actually looks happy to be at the damn DMV. He has a smile a mother could only love.
We hear the faucet water cease. Roland walks to the jeans and puts 'em in his Nike duffel bag.
EXT. LA RESIDENTIAL STREET -- DAY
We see the exterior portion of the house-- pretty damn disappointing. Lawn's ugly like shit... the roof has some worn-out Christmas lights even though it's Summer time... the house looks like it at one point used to be white, but is now hard to figure out and the garage door opener's not working, so the poor bastard has to park his ride out...
Roland pushes open the door, with the bag on his right shoulder now wearing a business suit: a shirt with a red tie, some good-looking shoes, and a pants with a regular belt. He shows us his back and pulls the door and gets his keys to lock it.
We get an upclose shot of his face as he turns around. He squints toward us. He sticks his right hand into his pocket to pull out his glasses. He puts them on and looks towards us one more time.
We're then treated to his point of view. (P.O.V.) Just a couple miles ahead of us, there's a faint reverbration.
We're taken out of the P.O.V. and the first thing we see is Roland shaking his head.
We then see a white flash bathe him while he looks down.
Another trip we go through his P.O.V. one more time as he looks up and sees a mushroom cloud.
INT. ROLAND'S BEDROOM -- MORNING
It turns out it was all a nightmare as Roland rises up from his bed in fear. It's too dark, so all we is see is his silhoutte.
ROLAND: Ho... Oh, my God...
Closer shot of the silhoutte. Roland palms his right side of his face. He starts breathing deeply, as if out of oxygen.
He tosses his blanket aside.
He plants his feet onto the ground and places both hands onto his face, pushing them up to his head then to the nape of his neck.
The clock's alarm rings. Roland glances towards it: déjà vu.
He turns it off and shudders his head. He then gets up to brush his teeth.
We look through a window where he soon passes. A couple seconds later, Roland steps backwards and halts to look at us.
Inside the house, through his P.O.V. we recognize the outside as the spot where the mushroom cloud had formed.
INT. BATHROOM -- NEXT
Before pulling out his toothbrush and paste, Roland cups his hands and leans forward to thrust the water to his face. He picks up a towel to dry his face and then commences brushing.
EXT. LA RESIDENTIAL STREET -- DAY
Not unlike the earlier scene, he comes out the door and locks it with his uniform and duffel bag.
He walks towards his shiny sandy-colored Honda Accord. As he does, he clicks a button from his remote control, deactivating the car's lock.
He gets on and throws the bag onto the passenger seat.
He then fixes his rear-view mirror, looking again back at where the cloud was.
He sticks his key and starts the engine along with the radio.
He turns his torso to look back to reverse and grabs onto the passenger seat.
We see him reverse and haul ass.
EXT. INTERSTATE 110 -- NEXT
Roland's on the freeway, moving at a snail's pace by the rush hour he's currently in.
He happens to be wearing shades because of the powerful sunlight giving him a glare. The radio is currently playing Rockit by Herbie Hancock.
We see another side of Roland as he nods his head to the beat while sticking his lips out like a fish while his eyes are hidden behind the ominous shades.
We watch him as if we're in the passenger's seat. Roland looks to his left at the car next him. He notices the driver with horn-rimmed glasses (40's) is by himself.
The driver then slowly raises his right index finger to pick his nose. The driver continues to look forward, oblivious to the fact he happens to be picking a winner.
Roland continues to stare, smirking with his eyebrows cocked.
As a result, the driver looks towards Roland, still with his damn index finger stuck in his nostril.
Roland looks away, back to the road, awkwardly.
EXT. DOWNTOWN L.A. -- NEXT
Roland has found his way to Downtown Los Angeles and he happens to be on his BlackBerry Pearl on his right hand while driving with his left, talking to God-knows-who.
ROLAND:Look, if I had the time to... No, of course n-- no! Look... call me back after work. I'm late as it-- fine.
He hangs up abruptly, sour.
He takes a sharp turn towards a parking garage.
EXT. PARKING GARAGE ENTRANCE -- NEXT
Roland moves towards the level crossing, blocking him from entering the complex.
He lowers down his window to reach out to press the button to recieve his ticket.
The level crossing ascends, allowing Roland to move forward to meet a greetful Donald Roberts (50's) inside the tiny shack.
He hands the ticket to Donald.
ROLAND:What's happenin', Donny?
DONALD:Oh, same old, same old, Mr. Gone.
Donald stamps the ticket, giving him the day to have the car parked there all the while showing a warm smile.
He hands it back to Roland.
ROLAND:You take care of my pride and joy now, Donny.
DONALD:Of course. See ya later, Mr. Gone...
Donald waves to Roland as he looks for a spot.
INT. PARKING GARAGE -- NEXT
Roland moves up the ramp and finds a corner to park his ride.
He parks near a black Mustang.
After turning off the engine, he takes off his shades and takes a look at his right wrist watch-- he's late.
INT. DOWNTOWN BUILDING -- LATER
We're shown a secretary filing her nails behind the central desk, in front of twin elevator doors. Her name's Melissa Reynolds (30's). She has strawberry-red hair and has a headset on hanging on her neck.
Roland suddenly busts in, coat and duffel bag in hand.
Melissa doesn't even bother looking towards him. Instead she concentrates on her nails, much to Roland's chagrin.
MELISSA:You're late.
ROLAND:Yeah... I know.
Roland walks past the desk and presses the button for the incoming elevator.
It dings and the doors on the left elevator open.
He qucikly enters.
MELISSA:Don't worry. I told them your cat died.
Roland stops the doors from closing with his hand while squinting.
ROLAND:What?
We see Melissa's back sitting on the chair behind the rear-end of the desk through Roland's P.O.V.
MELISSA:Just get your ass over there already, Ro'...
Roland cocks his left eyebrow in a confused manner.
He removes his grip from the doors. They close...
INT. SEVENTH FLOOR -- NEXT
...And open on the seventh floor.
He walks down the hall of cubicles. As he passes, some colleagues of his greet him.
GUY #1:Yo, Ro'.
GUY #2:'Sup, Roland?
Roland merely attempts mild smiles and eventually gets to his own cubicle.
He looks forward to his computer and notices a Post-It placed on its screen.
He removes it and examines it.
We have no idea what it says, but Roland suddenly turns around quickly.
Matt Youngg (20's) happens to be leaning on the wall, sipping from his mug. The guy has a similar outfit to Roland's. He has curly brown hair and a small beard. His glasses happen to be somewhat bigger than the norm, making his eyes kinda wierd lookin'.
MATT:How's life, Roland?
Roland sighs in relief and chuckles.
He then turns his chair back to his computer.
Matt walks towards him as he sips from his mug, leaning his ass to Roland's desk placed on the right side of the cubicle.
ROLAND:What's with the note, asshole? You tryin' to scare the living shit of me?
MATT:Ah, just busting your balls... You noticed how crappy it is to be working here? I gotta entertain myself somehow, right?
Roland turns on his computer. A screensaver of a monkey with a halo on its head appears with assorted programs.
MATT:Hey. You see the news today?
ROLAND:Uhhh... no. Why?
Matt tosses the OC Register to Roland.
MATT:Check out page eight.
A picture of a group of people covered in blankets, crying is promoted next to the article.
MATT:Apperantly, there was a nuke off in Peru.
Roland's eyes widen.
He skims through the article.
ROLAND:A nuke?
MATT:Yeah. It's... weird. During this whole thing... I was having this effed up nightmare of this... huge explosion. Took out the entire city.
Roland loses grip of the newspaper.
He then glances at Matt through the reflection on the computer screen. Matt's looking down absorbing what he just said.
ROLAND:An explosion?
MATT:Yeah...
Roland then looks back at the newspaper.
He's starting to wonder just what the hell is going on. He doesn't mention the precog dream to Matt, though. He'd think Roland's full of shit, mocking him. _________________ Proud Member of The Ultimate Marvels!!
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HOLY F****** SHIT MAN!! THIS IS AMAZING!!! IT MAKES ME WANT TO FILM IT JUST TO SEE IT IN LIVE ACTION!!!
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