from an original idea
by Mark Hilton
with additional work
by Brian Kessler
NJ BEACH -- Sunday after Labor Day. The sun is rising.
BILL, wearing kaki shorts and white T-shirt, is alone. Roles a joint in his hands. Puffs out looking at the waves. The white green waves are crashing inward, tangling with the shore.
As back and forth the sea and land fight, Bill puffs out and tosses the half smoked joint into the sand. The smoke still emanates from the joint.
Bill walks toward the ocean, taking his shirt off, and pulling a revolver out of his waistband. Bill walks knee deep into the ocean, fishes in his pockets for the single bullet that he loads into the gun's chamber.
Bill is now waste deep in the ocean.
Waves are coming back and forth. There is a big wave in the distance.
Bill cocks the gun to his forehead and pulls trigger. The hammer clicks upon an empty chamber. Bill lowers the gun, but keeps it above the water line.
As the cross, a twinkling gold speck, flies across the air, Bill raises the gun, aims, and pulls the trigger a second time, firing the gun.
Close Up. Slow Motion. Bullet rips cross in twain. Cut to large wave crashing down on Bill's head.