GREEN LIGHT

Written by
Adam Jordan Isaacs
718 N Kings. Rd Apt. 101
Los Angeles, CA 90069
(561) 703-4970
Adaminproduction@gmail.com
FADE IN:
BIRDS EYE VIEW - EXT. A FROZEN OVER INTERSECTION - NIGHT
DROP IN on a grey intersection, surrounded by white, and a
red light. Empty, but for one car.
Closer. Its a old model Mercury Grand Marquis. Its just
sitting there. Green light.
Closer still. Steam pours out of the exhaust. The car doesnt
move an inch.
I/E. THE GRAND MARQUIS
Still as the snow, sits man in his sixties all tense up, a
mix of scared and tired written on his face.
The light changes. Red again.
He lets out his breath. Peels his fingers off the all-wood
steering wheel.
He catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Eyes wild.
Turns to face it, straight on.
His eyes begin to water. He looks down at his lap. Shakes his
head, no.
From A WIDE SHOT we see his body convulsing with each sob.
Back in CLOSE he stops himself. Takes a long deep breath.
The light changes from green to red.
He stares ahead. Another long breath.
THE MANS POV: AHEAD OF HIM A DEAD DROP BLOCKED OFF BY CONES
AND A SIGN READING - DEAD END.
He stares out at the void. Steady now. He looks at the dash.
A picture of a young girl. He looks back at the road,
breathing harder.
CLOSE ON THE RED LIGHT - SO CLOSE YOU CAN SEE THE INDIVIDUAL
NODES OF LIGHT. THEN -
It turns green.
He clenches his teeth. Lifts his foot to slam the gas.
HOOOONNKKKKK! AN EAR SHATTERING HORN.
The man gasps.
He looks in his rear view mirror.
THE MANS POV: A DIRTY MINIVAN SITS BEHIND HIM.
The man takes a deep breath. HONK!
Annoyed, he swivels down his window, waves the car forward.
The minivan creeps past. A bundled-up mother stares at him as
she passes.
The minivan turns. The man swivels the window shut.
He laughs, relieved. Looks out the window after the minivan,
staring off into space.
He turns on the radio.
THE RADIO
Who will sa- a- ave your sew-oul?
He shuts off the radio.
Shakes his head, looks out the window. Does a double take.
A black homeless man in his sixties, bundles up in newspaper
and dirty sheets stares at him, unflinching. Hes been there
the whole time.
The man in the car looks away. Turns back. The homeless mans
walking towards him.
MAN IN THE CAR
Shit!
The man in the car fiddles with the clutch, and stick. Its
stuck. Got it in first. He looks up. Red light.
A loud KNOCK on the window.
The man turns slowly to look at the homeless man. Looks up at
him like a deer in headlights. The homeless man points in.
The man in the car sighs and rolls down the window. Breathing
heavy.
A long beat.
2.
THE HOMELESS MAN
Watcha doing?
THE MAN IN THE CAR
Nothing.
Another Beat.
THE HOMELESS MAN
Listen...
(homeless man leans in
slowly, painfully)
...can I get a buck?
The man in the car stares at him coldly. The homeless man
stares right back.
The man in the car reaches into his pocket. Holds out a
dollar.
The homeless man takes the dollar and tips his newsboy cap.
Takes a step away. Stops. He turns back.
The man in the car straightens himself up.
THE HOMELESS MAN (CONTD)
Its hard being alone in this cold.
The man in the car looks up at him. Is he trying to
communicate with me?
THE HOMELESS MAN (CONTD)
Could get a coat for like twenty
bucks.
The man in the car stares at him.
He turns to the road. Its a red light. He starts to chuckle.
Then laughs. Harder, tearing up.
Hes crying now. Reaches into his pocket and throws a wad of
cash out the window.
FROM BEHIND THE CAR - THE CARS LEFT BLINKER TURNS ON.
The man in the car leans out the window, his face teary and
honest.
THE MAN IN THE CAR
Thank you.
He hits the gas, blows through the red light.
3.
SKRRRT! The man in the car turns in SLOW MOTION to see the
headlights of an oncoming eighteen wheeler.
BOOM. The grand marquis wraps around the front of the
eighteen wheeler like a handshake.
The homeless man stares, jaw open.
The truck comes to a stop on the side of the road. On the
back of his bumper sticker - Hows my driving?
The light turns green.
FADE OUT.
4.