INT. BEDROOM – L.A., PRESENT TIME – MORNING
BEER BOTTLES & USED NEEDLES are strewn around the floor.
RENATO, 32, hungover, hits alarm clock, and gets up frantically, looking at phone.
TEXT that says “Left without you, find another way there.” Renato groans, gets out of empty bed.
He is showing signs of aging mostly in his bloodshot eyes, wearing boxers.
Renato clumsily puts on sunglasses, dark jeans, & a black blazer over a gray shirt; turns off TV playing reruns of a show starring a much younger Renato.
EXT. DOWNTOWN L.A. – FOGGY MORNING.
Renato stumbles down street, smoking a cigarette. He waves to sweeping shop owner.
SHOP OWNER, an old man, groans and turns away from Renato.
A SMALL GROUP OF FANS whisper across the street. One walks over and asks Renaldo for an autograph.
FAN runs back over to group.
FAN (mouthing): So retro.
INT. LOCAL COFFEE SHOP, – STILL MORNING.
In a SPARSE CROWD, Renato orders black coffee.
BARISTA, an older woman, uses one finger to tap her temple.
Renato sighs and takes off his sunglasses. He looks around the room cautiously, then sits down at the coffee bar.
CELEBRITY, who looks an awful lot like a younger Renato, walks into coffee shop.
PAPARAZZI,one photographer & one journalist, immediately get up from a table and hound celebrity.
Renato rolls his eyes and groans, puts his sunglasses back on, takes coffee, and leaves angrily.
EXT. SOMEWHAT CROWDED STREET, – MORNING
Renato is walking, lights up another cigarette. He starts walking across the street, hotter than before.
A speeding car almost hits Renato, honking at him.
Renato is alarmed, but then flips the car off, remembering to puff his cigarette concurrently.
Renato runs across to the other side, stands & looks at crosswalk he’s at. He sees a church.
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a small sign reading “Alcoholics Anonymous – Sundays at 9 AM.”
EXT. BAR – LATER
Renato is standing there, looking in the window.
Sparse crowd is inside, faint music is playing.
EXT. STREET. – SAME DAY
Renato holds his cigarette in his mouth and looks at his phone. It reads 12:05 PM. There is a picture of a young girl smiling with a backpack on, slightly resembling Renaldo.
Renato sighs and downs the rest of his coffee. He walks towards the bar, throwing away his coffee in a trash can by the door. He takes one last deep puff of his cigarette while grabbing the door. He hears the bartender LAUGH loudly. Renato stops & looks up.
RENATO’S POV: through a window into the bar. A small TV is playing Renato’s old show, the same one that was playing on his own TV earlier that a.m.
BACK TO SCENE
Renato, looking through window, lets go of the door; mouths “Fuck.”
He takes a step back, throwing his cigarette down and putting it out with his feet.
Renato looks over to the church, frowning.
Two people walk into church, nudging each other in a friendly manner and smiling.
Renato puts his hands in his jean pockets, empty-handed.
Renato sighs and walks towards the church as the church bells ring to signify it is 2 PM.