“JOB 3(a)” - DRAFT 9 - Written by Shaun Woods
For all those people whose childhood was taken away from them.

FACE, a young confident looking man whose life is as full as a half drunk glass is reposing his choices and decisions.
A walk here, a walk there, we follow face on an internal journey

Face walks into a church and sits down. In the background, a dark obscure figure appears over his shoulder, the figure sits down.
Without any commitment or external recognition Face begins to talk.
FACE
(Apprehensively)
I knew I’d... see...
(beat)
No, find... I knew I’d find you here.
(beat)
And that isn’t an intrusion of circumstance... Or faith even, I didn’t have faith that you’d turn up here. I just knew.

Face glances around the church, not so much to see what is in there, but to validate his need for restitution.
FACE (CONT'D)
I guess I should apologize, ask for forgiveness. Isn’t that what i’m supposed to do in here? Ask for forgiveness?
(beat)
Ask for forgiveness.
Face laughs at the true irony of his own creation.
FACE (CONT'D)
Have you ever asked for forgiveness?... When you have to confess, who do you confess to?
(beat)



You know, I was the one who planned all this, it’s important that you know that. I came up with the ground plan, the leg work, the tools, you know...
(beat)
But... behind my back the boys where busy bee’s.
FACE (CONT'D)
It was a mess. I had it all planned to perfection, it was going to be beautiful. 3 grand, 3 jobs, 3 men... Then he turned up with a bag full of history.

(beat)
FACE (CONT'D)
I still don’t understand how it all... How I let it...

(beat)
Face sighs.
FACE (CONT'D)
That Job, I had a feeling in my stomach like I was reliving a bad dream, like I was in continual deja vu. I keep on replaying it in my head, segmented here and there, spliced together like a... ripped up comic book.

(beat)
Face puts his head in his hands.