POV hand held camera travels down a long slim hallway (only about a child's wingspan wide) There are bright blue lockers to the right and heavy wooden doors, one after the other, to the left. The theme song from the opening credits fades out slowly as the sounds of a bucket of water sloshing, heavy footsteps and a disgruntled complaining from down the hall slowly fade in.
int: school. daytime, but no widows to indicate this is fact. a small, dark and somewhat dank office space, was probably once a storage closet; say 4' x 7'. A mid twenty something male is perched in a extremely uncomfortable chair (ie classroom chair made of metal and some kind of heavy laminated ceramic that feels like cement) at a enormous desk that is taking up half of the room. He is looking at a blank page on his laptop's word processor and the cursor is blinking rapidly.
Seth: (to himself): "Am I a F*cking failure, or what?"
(off screen) enter to doorway an older (50s), overweight man in tattered, stained and faded overalls and donning huge framed glasses. He is pulling with him a bucket on wheels with the obvious accessory: a mop.
Janitor: "Yes." In a eastern European accent. Polish, maybe.
Seth: Startled, excuse me? Oh god
Janitor: "you call for mess?"
Seth: "huh?" closes the laptop. a bit embarrassed.
Janitor: almost patronizingly, "you. call. fo-
Seth: "oh oh. hi there, no. Not for mess, for Tess. I believe the Jani- er, the Custodian(!) at this school is named Tess; short for Tesla? Or Tessa. Or Tepa, Telma, Sherpa. Something like that?" Reaches nervously to his coffee cup. "I was hope-"
Janitor: "Yes." (eagerly nodding his spotted head)
Seth: confused, yet noticing the attire on his guest, asks, "then are you the, the uh, well you must be TessLL.." (elongates the name carefully, hoping the Janitor will answer him before he is done butchering the name). It carries on excruciatingly long. The varying confused and excited facial expressions of the Janitor somehow dictating the ebb and flow of Seth's pathetic attempt to be cordial. Something like: "Tehhhhssssssssssssssssllllllllllllllmmmmmmmmmmrrrrrrrrrrrrrllllllllllllllllllaaaah. Tesla?"
Janitor: "Yes"
Seth: "Great, well, I was wondering if you could help me with something. You see my chair, it's rath-
Tesla: Yes, the mess. Yes.
Seth: No. no. not a mess. It's my chair, you see. It's pathetically small and terribly uncomf-
Tesla: "Yes"
Seth: "YES! You see?!" Tesla is nodding eagerly still and now with desperation, Seth
int: school. daytime, but no widows to indicate this is fact. a small, dark and somewhat dank office space, was probably once a storage closet; say 4' x 7'. A mid twenty something male is perched in a extremely uncomfortable chair (ie classroom chair made of metal and some kind of heavy laminated ceramic that feels like cement) at a enormous desk that is taking up half of the room. He is looking at a blank page on his laptop's word processor and the cursor is blinking rapidly.
Seth: (to himself): "Am I a F*cking failure, or what?"
(off screen) enter to doorway an older (50s), overweight man in tattered, stained and faded overalls and donning huge framed glasses. He is pulling with him a bucket on wheels with the obvious accessory: a mop.
Janitor: "Yes." In a eastern European accent. Polish, maybe.
Seth: Startled, excuse me? Oh god
Janitor: "you call for mess?"
Seth: "huh?" closes the laptop. a bit embarrassed.
Janitor: almost patronizingly, "you. call. fo-
Seth: "oh oh. hi there, no. Not for mess, for Tess. I believe the Jani- er, the Custodian(!) at this school is named Tess; short for Tesla? Or Tessa. Or Tepa, Telma, Sherpa. Something like that?" Reaches nervously to his coffee cup. "I was hope-"
Janitor: "Yes." (eagerly nodding his spotted head)
Seth: confused, yet noticing the attire on his guest, asks, "then are you the, the uh, well you must be TessLL.." (elongates the name carefully, hoping the Janitor will answer him before he is done butchering the name). It carries on excruciatingly long. The varying confused and excited facial expressions of the Janitor somehow dictating the ebb and flow of Seth's pathetic attempt to be cordial. Something like: "Tehhhhssssssssssssssssllllllllllllllmmmmmmmmmmrrrrrrrrrrrrrllllllllllllllllllaaaah. Tesla?"
Janitor: "Yes"
Seth: "Great, well, I was wondering if you could help me with something. You see my chair, it's rath-
Tesla: Yes, the mess. Yes.
Seth: No. no. not a mess. It's my chair, you see. It's pathetically small and terribly uncomf-
Tesla: "Yes"
Seth: "YES! You see?!" Tesla is nodding eagerly still and now with desperation, Seth
