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Like A Tattoo V.2 By Deandre Smith


INT. JARVIS’S CAR - DAY JARVIS, 23, tall, scruffy male sits patiently in his parked car. He takes his last puffs from a cigarette, and puts it out in the ashtray with a fresh pile of butts. He then relaxes his arm around the passenger seat, glaring out the window. His movements are unpredicted and sudden. He takes a few sips from his coffee, as he keeps his focus on a two-flat brick house at the left of him; never paying any mind to his surroundings. Jarvis turns up the volume on the radio as he taps his fingers on the steering wheel. For a brief moment he eyes the clock, reading: 4:30. Jarvis then pops open the glove department and pulls out a piece of paper. Printed on it is a handwritten name and address reading: CEASER BROOKS, 7630 S. Essex. Jarvis rereads the sheet of paper and turns to look at the address on the house outside; its a match. Jarvis places the paper back into the glove department. Jarvis takes another look at the clock: 4:32. He groans, becoming impatient. He anxiously taps his finger on the steering wheel again, then sparks another cigarette. Looking outside, he sees a car pull in close by the house. Jarvis instantly puts out the cigarette as his eyes widen, searching for the driver. A woman steps out the car and heads into a different house on the block. Jarvis calms himself; false alarm. Jarvis pushes the seat back, huffing and puffing. He eyes the clock again reading: 4:36 He grabs the box of cigarettes, preparing to light another one. Outside the window, a car pulls on the side of the house. Jarvis inspects again, searching for the driver. Coming out the car is, CEASER BROOKS, 30s, lean, intimidating-looking man. Jarvis immediately throws the cigarettes to the side, grabs his jacket, and exits the car.


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EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD BLOCK - CONTINUOUS Jarvis jolts across the street, nearly getting hit; the driver HONKS, but Jarvis pays no mind. He approaches a distracted Ceaser, who is busy searching inside his trunk. Ceaser lifts out a small box, slamming his trunk. He turns around to catch Jarvis standing behind him, glaring; Ceaser is startled. CEASER Shit! You scared me...can I help you? Jarvis remains silent and shaky. A young man, COREY, 16, passes them by on the side walk. Ceaser quickly turns his attention to Corey. JARVIS I, I... CEASER Excuse me...Corey?! Corey turns to Ceaser, uneased and not happy to see Ceaser. Jarvis turns and stares at him. COREY Yeah? CEASER Ya mom called. She said you’ve been looking for work. If you want, you can clean my basement today once you check home, and I’ll pay you like last time. Corey stands with his eyes bucked. He makes no response. Jarvis stands confused. CEASER Corey? Jarvis turns back to Ceaser with a questionable-glance. COREY Yeah, sure. Corey immediately walks away. Ceaser smiles, turning back to Jarvis

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3. CEASER Now, how can I help you? JARVIS I was looking for 7630 S. Essex. CEASER This is 7630 S. Essex. JARVIS Does...Miranda live here? CEASER Sorry, no she doesn’t. I just moved here a few months back, so that probably was the old tenant. JARVIS Right. Thank you.

Jarvis walks away and heads back to his car. INT. JARVIS’S CAR - CONTINUOUS Jarvis forcefully enters the car, repeatedly hitting his palm on the steering wheel. JARVIS Shit! He grabs his keys, inserting it in the ignition. As he prepares to leave, he takes one last look at Ceaser out the window; who is now admiring his own yard. Preparing to leave, Jarvis looks through his rear view mirror and sees Corey checking into his house. Jarvis hesitates and does a 180, and exits the car. EXT. CEASER’S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS Jarvis jets across the street after Ceaser. JARVIS Hey! As Ceaser walks towards the front of the house, Jarvis walks behind him and grabs Ceaser’s arm; both face to face. JARVIS Hey! Ceaser becomes a bit flustered. (CONTINUED)


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CEASER Hey, what are you doing? JARVIS Do you remember me? CEASER What? JARVIS Do you remember me from years ago? I was younger then. CEASER Hmmm...weren’t you just looking for your friend Miranda? JARVIS I lied. Look, I want to know if you remember me. Ceaser and Jarvis takes a moment and eye each other down. CEASER Can’t say I do. JARVIS You don’t remember Jarvis and Sandra, my mother? We stayed next door to you and your parents up north on Farwell? Ceaser pauses. CEASER Oh yeah! Holy shit you’ve gotten so big. How you been, bud? Ceaser tries to embrace Jarvis with a handshake and hug. Jarvis steps away and nods. CEASER How old are you now? JARVIS 23. CEASER Wow! How’s your mom? JARVIS She’s fine.

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CEASER Good. Tell her I said hi. Jarvis says nothing. A awkward pause comes about. CEASER You wanna come inside? Maybe have a beer with me? You’re of age now. Ceaser playfully taps Jarvis on the torso and giggles. JARVIS No. Never. Look, do you remember when you would babysit me while my mom was at work? CEASER Of course. of course. God, you were so young. What were you about ten? JARVIS I was six. CEASER Yeah, we use to have a ball. Ceaser laughs, as Jarvis gives him a menacing stare. JARVIS And, how old were you then? CEASER Man, I had to be about 15 or 16. JARVIS Exactly. Jarvis flashes Ceaser with a look full of hate, it causes Ceaser to look away, belitted. CEASER Well, nice seeing you again. Ceaser turns away and walks towards the house. In a flash, Jarvis jumps in front of him. JARVIS We had such a ball, I can remember this game I played with you. Ceaser slowly backs away as he looks around his surroundings.

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JARVIS I would jump over you while you were laying down on the bed and you would just watch me. You remember? CEASER No. JARVIS Really? You should. That was like one of the first times you babysat me and had a real ball of a time. CEASER I got a lot of house work to do. But, it was good seeing you. Ceaser attempts to walkaway. Jarvis walks in front of him again. CEASER What the hellJARVIS You remember when my mother allowed you to sleepover and you slept on the floor in my room? Boy, did we have a ball that night. Jarvis creeps towards Ceaser, causing him to almost slip. CEASER I think you should leave. JARVIS No, this is the best part. When you convinced me so much that all the fun we were having was normal, I would literally start asking you for it. Ceaser throws his box to the ground and grabs Jarvis by the shirt. CEASER Now you listen to me. If you don’t leaveJARVIS If I don’t leave what? Huh?! You’ll beat my ass? Call the cops? You can, hell, you’ve done worse.

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Ceaser gazes at Jarvis and releases his shirt, and looks around the neighborhood. He then grabs the box off the ground. CEASER You just keep your tone down and your mouth shut. You’re good at that. Ceaser storms away and grabs his keys from his pocket. JARVIS What’s in the dark will eventually come to light. Ceaser opens the front door, shooting Jarvis the finger as he slams it. JARVIS You just remember that you sick bastard! Jarvis turns to leave. Standing behind him is Corey, completely still. Jarvis steps to Corey. JARVIS Go home. Don’t ever return here, you hear me? Corey makes no movements. Jarvis walks away and back into his car. Corey watches him, then Ceaser’s house, and finally leaves.


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