Sreekumar Natarajan

Blind Musician

Blind Musician

By Sree Natarajan

Sreekumar Natarajan 1105 s baywood Ave San Jose, CA 95128

“BLIND MUSICIAN”

1 EXT. SUBURBIA – MORNING A dreary winter day.

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A blind man in dark sunglasses navigates his way with the help of a walking-stick. He barely misses tripping himself along a rather steep edge into an adjacent stream. No Good Samaritan is around or cares to be around to help him. He carries a leather case in one hand which looks like that of a violin or some other musical instruments and a small plastic bag of Subway sandwich.

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2 EXT. SUBURBIA – DAY

The blind man stops for a beat at an intersection as if trying to gauge the place; he then takes out a scarf size cloth from his pocket and spreads it on the pavement. He puts four small rocks at each corner, obviously setting up his shop.

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3 EXT. SUBARBIA – DAY

The blind man plays saxophone, few coins and greenbacks have are already been dropped on the cloth. Some people stops momentarily to listen and then move on minding their business.

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4 EXT. STREAM – DAY

A folk of geese merrily swims in the nearby stream. Saxophone music in the background. SUDDENLY a muffled blast of a gun, music abruptly stops.

The geese are startled and they fly away noisily.

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5 EXT. SUBURBIA – DAY

Blood oozes from the blind man’s forehead as he slumps against a side wall, saxophone still in his hand. The money

is still on the cloth. A down from the blind eye.

6 INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

(BOSS vo) I wouldn’t say

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his music sucks but I had reservations about his

talents.(beat) Mother fucker was no Coltran.

A table is placed somewhere in the middle of the dimly lit room. A lone incandescent light throws yellowish light on a cramped table where an old chess board sits ready to play. A faint shadow of a shotgun placed next to the wall in the background.

When we pull back we see two men are actually playing the chess, one of them rather uneasily. The man in command is the boss and the other one is the man we saw earlier with the saxophone case.

The boss is a menacing looking man in his late thirties; however his face shows strange calmness.

The boss talks in measured words; he looks at the nervous man sits across

BOSS (beat) you agree with me?

MAN

Yeah.

BOSS I trusted him to focus on the

business, a blind man attracts sympathy not cops.

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never raises his head to him, he got game!

2.

Somewhere in the background a baby cries, the boss listens and he seems to have a visible effect. He doesn’t deviate his attention from the chessboard.

The boss continues his monologue.

BOSS Mother fucker was trying to be

healthy, I asked why?; You can have a decent meal for dollar ninety nine at Burger King, mother fucker gets a sandwich from Subway; three ninety nine. (beat) Frivolous mother fucker, always short of money.

BOSS Have no fucking doubt I need

money. Do you have any fucking clue how much a box of diaper costs at Costco?

MAN uh…I don’t know.

BOSS Neither do I, my wife does the

shopping. But the point is it fucking costs me.

The boss raises his head and looks at the nervous wreck.

The baby seems to be quite agitated and cries intensely despite mother’s attempt to pacify him.

The boss tries hard attention shifts to

The boss raises his him.

not to get too distracted but his the crying baby.

head to look at the man, rather stares at

BOSS (node to open by pointing to the

case) The man nervously opens.

The case is wide open; there is nothing in it except a small pouch of white powder.

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The boss

The boss the man.

Slightly

picks up the pouch and raises it towards the light.

BOSS What the fuck is this?

throws it back into the case and furiously turns to

BOSS Where is the fucking money?

stammer.

MAN I thought it was inside.

Boss is angry.

BOSS You thought it was inside, but it

aint? The main rises from his seat.

A beat.

BOSS Sit down. I don’t like

interruptions.

The boss raises his head and looks at the man who is now frozen by fear.

The boss looks into the eyes of the hit man, a piercing look.

The boss takes his two fingers and points to the hit man’s eyes.

BOSS You know what, I like them…

MAN

What?

BOSS Those fucking eyes…

Shocked beyond belief the frame freezes on scared yet intense eyes of the hit man.

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7 EXT. SUBURBIA – DAY

The hit man wears dark glasses and walks rather slowly across a wooden bridge. A far cry from the moment we saw him sprinting away like an athlete.

When we pull back we see that he uses a walking stick to navigate his way. He is blind!

FADE OUT.

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