BROWN MONTH

BROWN MONTH  (January)                                                                     Image result for HAVANA, CUBA, CARS, BROWN

(friendship)

[Principle:  masculine

Element:     BRASS

Hue:  cigar;  rum]

teaser:

(the script)   “A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere.  With him, I may think aloud.”                                                                                                                                                                                RALPH WALDO EMERSON

🙂 “CONGA”……………………………………………………………………….

Gloria Estefan, Miami Sound Machine  [Writer:  Enrique E. Garcia] [Album:  Primitive Love  (Epic) 1985]

(to be continued…)

TITLE:                 BEST ELECTRIC*

Treatment (script):

  • Bad Day               

(flashback  [narrative])

EXT. BELL’S BODY SHOP.  AUTO REPAIR SHOP.  MORNING.

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INT. BELL’S BODY SHOP.  MORNING.

The familiar jingle of the front door bell sounds, then a thump.  The mail has arrived.  THOM BELL takes a long and deep gulp from his mug, sighs… and gets up from his desk,

THOMAS BELL

“C’mon Joey!”

His affable  chubby companion jumps up — he’s got work to do.  The small dog  trots over to the mail drop, picks up a jaw full of junk mail, and trots back to the desk…  and,  drops it.  THOM slowly catches up still holding his mug.  It’s cold.  Very cold.  And, the stove has barely kicked in with heat.  Pausing briefly, he picks up a log and throws it into the Franklin.  Within seconds he feels a welcome wave of warmth.  And, within seconds he scoops up the mail and promptly sorts through… now, almost happily, thinks to himself, “Nothing can’t be that bad…”

THOM

“So, what do we have here, Joey?  More bills?”

A largish piece makes its’ way up to the top… official looking.  THOMAS BELL investigates…  a law firm…apprehensive to open it.  Reflexively, he opens  it…

THOM

Asks his dog, “So, now what are they gonna do?  Put a lean on the building?  Take my house?  Who cares?”

Instead, it is a letter from Amanda’s attorney.  This is going to be  a bad day

“MY WRECKING BALL”………………………………………………………….

Strand Of Oaks (aka:  Timothy Showalter); cover [Writer:  Ryan Adams][Producer(s):               suggested version: Project:  “WXPN’s 2014 Year In Review cover songs projects.][Album:  “Heal”  (2014)]

  • First Day

(flashback2 [narrative])

(suggested…  tune and/or  “tone”:)

EXT.  BELL’S BODY SHOP  (aka: “”B”‘S BODY AND SUPPLY; “B”‘S BODY”).  AUTO REPAIR SHOP.  MORNING.

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INT.  BELL’S BODY SHOP.  MORNING.                                  

It’s the first day on the job for Thom’s new auto mechanic.  They chit chat as he, Thom… a mechanic himself… manager and part owner of the automotive repair shop prepares the necessary paper work and begins the daily routine of a  typical workaday at the shop:

he just dumped a fresh cache of logs, old newspaper’s  and kindling next to the Franklin stove — the auto repair shop’s only source of heating — measured out a fresh pot of coffee, set it on the stove,   started it to boil,  and  flipped on the shop radio,

🙂 “YOU ARE THE SUNSHINE OF MY LIFE”………………………………………………………………………………..

Jack White & The Electric Mayhem (cover)  [Writer(s):  Stevie Wonder]  [Producer(s):  Jack White]  [Single:  “You Are the Sunshine of My Life” (Third Man Records  2016)]

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YOUNG MECHANIC NEW HIRE, “VINCE”  (aka:  VINCENTE  RICARDO  HERNANDEZ)

“… you’re the owner, right?”  He pulled on his mechanic’s coveralls… his first day. First day on the job.

MECHANIC MANAGER/OWNER, “THOM” (aka:   THOMAS ANDREW BELL)

“No… I manage the place.  My Stepdad  owns  it.  Or, at least owns the cars.  I just kind of inherited everything.  

From my Mom…”

The older mechanic wearing just jeans and a worn out Vermont t-shirt, “LIFE’S A BIRCH” — that would be his mechanic’s uniform.  Always.  Just jeans and a t-shirt.

(to be continued…)

It had been a hobby of both his parents growing up.  Then a profession.

He, his father, when he retired from body building, had become a professional detailer.  He liked fast cars.  And, so did she.

The soon to be fellow co-worker and newly hired mechanic quickly changed subject.  And, back on to the original topic.  Back on to the original question.   He could somehow sense a  a great pain and sadness in his new acquaintance.   His new boss.   And he felt bad for him.  He was not sure how recent her passing…  or both his parents…  and didn’t ask, but he could tell it may well have been quite recent.   Thus his own hiring.

VINCE

“(Damn, it’s cold!) It’s cold as… “s**t!”,

he rubbed his hands together, making a great show of it, then pointed out the window,  “All those cars?”  

The younger mechanic,  now standing by the Franklin stove, sets his coffee cup up vigorously rubbing his hands…  it was January.   And, it    was   cold!   Very cold.   In Vermont.  He was glancing out the one patched up picture, the insulating plastic purposely torn down from a flap the manager just simply pinned up every morning, the one  window (seeming decorated with an odd array  of colorful, hanging trinkets) out to an abandoned and overgrown backyard, and broadly gestured  to several cars in varying degrees of repair.   All old.   All vintage.

Some set up on blocks.

The manager walked up with two mismatched and remarkably ugly mugs, grabbed the spaniel shaped pot holder mitt and then, carefully, the steaming  blue specked coffee pot off the stove and then poured two cups, handed one to his new employee, taking one himself,

THOM

“There’s more over in Buffalo.  At my Stepdad’s.  He probably has as many as you do over at your  Grandma’s… he’s  into this kind of thing.  These old cars.   He knows their value.   I don’t.”

He took a gulp, grimaced… walked over to the tiny fridge and held up a small carton of milk.  The young man declined.  He liked it black.  The owner shrugged and filled his cup to the brim, almost overflowing, and dumped in some sugar (held up the box, again the young mechanic declined)…and continued,

THOM

“He taught me everything I know about cars.   And my Mom.  About being a mechanic.  When my Dad passed,  he was one of my Mom’s auto mechanic teachers at school.   After a few years, my Stepdad kind of stepped in and became another Dad, to me,  and taught me  and my Mom  about cars.  Old cars.  

He’s an artist that way.   You know?   Maybe like you.”

He held up his cup, as in honorable toast to his unusually  talented  (albeit slightly eccentric) and newly hired mechanic.  It would now be easier.

THOM

“Kind of reclusive…  now,  since my Mom  passed on.   Kind of a hippie.  He’s always been like that, though.  Keeps to himself.   Just likes his cars — and,  his music…”

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INT.   BUFFALO, NEW YORK.  EXPANSIVE CORPORATE  AUTO REPAIR  GARAGE.   MORNING.

(to be continued…)

POV  birds eye view

A tall youthful, yet aging,  middle aged looking man — hippie like  — his longish,  greased back black salt and pepper hair crushed under an oversize pair of  goggles.  Clad only in clearly old, and oiled,  blue coveralls, he  moves slowly… deliberately.    Zen like.   From car  to  car.

Like an old  town family  doctor tending to each beloved patient…  each vintage automobile…  carefully.  Methodologically.

 “RACING IN THE STREET”   (A cappella version)

*………………………………………………………………………………………………..

Bruce Springsteen;  [Writer:   Bruce Springsteen] [Producer(s):  Bruce Springsteen,  Jon Landau] [Album: “Darkness on he Edge of Town”  (Columbia  1978)]

THOM/MANAGER   (V.O.)  (CONT’D script)

“He left the shop to me to manage –his client’s — and, his cars.  It’s been me alone, until you came along…”

(to be continued…)

*A cappella;  ITALIAN, “in the manner of the chapel”

Synopsis (script) :     

  • The Interview                                                                                                                                          

(AUTOMOTIVE) BODY SHOP MANAGER/MECHANIC

“So how many cars  you have?”

YOUNG MECHANIC

“A few…”

BODY SHOP MANAGER/MECHANIC

“Like what?  Two…  three? “

YOUNG MECHANIC

“More than that…”

The YOUNG MECHANIC continues working…  ignores him,

BODY SHOP MANAGER/MECHANIC

In disbelief, skeptical… chides him,

“Like…  a dozen?!  Like THIS?”

…glances over to the burgundy red Impala parked next to YOUNG MECHANIC’S scooter.

YOUNG MECHANIC

“At least.  A few dozen…   better.”

He’s become annoyed at this distraction.  Being distracted from his work.  His passion

His laser focus. The YOUNG MECHANIC crawls back underneath the proprietor’s best clients’ (mint condition)  lichen green vintage   ___________,

“Way more…  if you count the ones at my Grandma’s.”                                                                                                                                                              

He kicks the oil pan aside.  Checks the oil dipstick, again.  Crawls back into the car and starts the ignition.  It purrs.

BODY SHOP OWNER/MECHANIC

Now, in shocked disbelief,

“Where’s your Grandma?”

YOUNG MECHANIC

“Havana…”

(to be continued…)

  • The Inventor

(suggested… tune and/or  “tone”:)

EXT. “B”‘S”  BODY SHOP, AUTO REPAIR  (AND SUPPLY).  EARLY MORNING.                            

It has been almost a year since Thom had hired his new mechanic.  And, after a few bumps (as  expected) it had worked out better than he had thought.  By now he considers the young mechanic a colleague… almost a partner.  The only thing… finances.  He was handling two rents — employee payroll  — and, child support.  And, it was coming on to the holidays.

Finances  were tight.

THOM

Comes out from behind his desk with a fist full of work orders,  parts orders… and, bills.

“O.K. … here’s the thing.  Rent’s due on Monday — and, I don’t have it.  But, I will…”

he continued hopefully.

VINCE is already thinking how he can take a cut in his paycheck.  To help out.  But, he can’t… he’s got responsibilities of his own.

THOM

“I will… if, somehow, we can get all of these cars…”

He checks his records, continues,

“All TWENTY… all twenty cars done by,”  he walks over to the window, pulls back the plastic insulation, looks out back,

“… done.   Done by Monday!”  He looks at his colleague.  Helpless.

VINCE

“Let’s do it!” 

The younger auto mechanic downs the rest of his morning cup of coffee, surveys the three cars already parked inside the shop… and, cracks his knuckles.

The young man begins.  Every move, like the clean efficient moves of a professional boxer —  measured.   One by one… he knocks them out.  And, by very late evening,  he…  they… have all twenty cars… done.  Leaving the young, yet older, manager barely, just barely, crawling to his desk to write out the last invoice.  The last order.

The younger man  looking, as usual, fresh.  Like he had just started,

 🙂  “DECEMBER”…………………………………………………………………….

Collective Soul;  [Writer(s):   Ed Roland ]  [Producer(s):  Ed Roland,  Matt Serletic]  [Album:  “Collective Soul”  (Atlantic  1995)]

  • Dale’s Diner

 

INT.  BELL’S BODY SHOP.  EARLY MORNING

Exhausted — and hungry —  THOM BELL decides to take, now what he solidly considers, his new business partner to breakfast.  At his favorite breakfast place.  Dale’s Diner.

But, unfortunately this was AMANDA’S  favorite breakfast place, as well.  The owner DALE  a fast friend to his,  now separated, wife.   When they had arrived, in this small township just a half hour North from the Body Shop,  with a packed car and U-Haul trailer, a little girl… barely over a year old… and, a dog  several years ago.

And now… since their official separation — now, going on fourteen months (“nine hours, six minutes…”) —  he simply had not gone back.   By himself.

It would be too painful.  And, weird.   Way weird.  Without his wife… without his little family.  But, he sorely missed Dale’s Diner for two reasons:

one…  he missed DALE, herself.                                                                                                   Even though she was, quite clearly and adamantly,  AMANDA’S “friend” — solidified, by that one cold, snowy Tuesday morning.  An early snow, not long after they had first arrived in town, to ask the Diner owner, and chief chef and cook,  “DALE”,  if she wouldn’t  mind  if AMANDA could start a morning  Knitting Circle.   Once a week.   Just one morning, each week (she would buy the coffee)  to get to know some of the local’s.

She, DALE,  obliged.  And, every Tuesday morning soon become “Girl’s Night Out” (with a couple of token males) … in the morning!  Every Tuesday morning, to all the neighboring towns — to anyone who would care to join them — to knit… drink coffee (or tea)….  and, gossip…

(to be continued…)

🙂 “WE SHOULD BE FRIENDS”……………………………………………………………………………..

Miranda Lambert;  [Writer:  Miranda Lambert]  [Producer(s):  Frank Liddell,  Eric Masse,  Glenn Worf] [Album:  “The Weight of These Wings”  (RCA Nashville  2016)]

 

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(to be continued…)

  • The Deal
  • The Place

(to be continued…)

🙂“OYE COMO VA”…………………………………………………………..

Celia Cruz, cover   [Writer/Composer/Lyricist:  Tito Puente (1963)]  [Album:  “Siempre Vivire” ( 2000)]

SCENE(S):

(suggested… tune;  and/or  “tone”🙂

“FRIENDS”…………………………………………………………………….

Francis and the Lights  [feat. Justin Vernon (aka:  Bon Iver)],        Kanye West [Writer(s):  Francis and the Lights; Francis Starlite … ]  [Producer(s):  BJ  Burton,   Francis Starlite, Justin Vernon, Rostam Batmanglij, Aaron Lammer, Ariel Rechtshaid, Benny Blanco and Cashmere Cat]   [Album: “Farewell, Starlite!”   (KTTF Music  2016)]

(The Story)

 

(to be continued…)

Director:  (suggested…)

JEFF NICHOLS

Country:  UNITED STATES;   CUBA.       VERMONT. NEW ENGLAND.   DETROIT.  BUFFALO, NEW YORK;  NEW YORK CITY.  HAVANA.    

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BROWN  MONTH  (addendum1)

BROWN MONTH  (January)

(friendship)

[Principle:  masculine

 

Hue:  chocolate]

(to be continued…)

BROWN MONTH  (addendum2)

(friendship)

[Principle:  masculine

 

Hue:  root beer]

(to be continued…)

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