Austinville #3
Jesus in Jail
10:20pm
Fade IN:
INT. HOLDING ROOM - NIGHT
JESUS (33) enters a plain-looking room, closes the door behind him, and sits in a cheap folding chair.
He's a 'domesticated hippie' type, but his hair and clothes are disheveled, and his face sports a small CUT.
He takes deep breath, pulls out his CELL PHONE, and places a call.
Jesus
Hi, Dad!  I'm in jail!
Beat.
Jesus
No -- Dad -- don't -- they're just doing their jobs.
Beat.
Jesus
Dad, that would kill everybody in a ten-mile radius.
Beat.
JESUS
 Just post bail!
Beat.
JESUS
Because that would be counterfeiting.  Just have the Italians send a wire transfer.  Like normal people do.
Beat.
Jesus
Don't ask me how I got here.  You already know how I got here.  I hate it when you -- 
Beat.
Jesus
Oh.
Beat.
Jesus
I left because --
Beat.
JESUS
No!  You're being paranoid!  Just because one guy marshals an army against you one time doesn't mean --
Beat.
JESUS
I wouldn't even know what to do with an army!  Warfare is not my thing.
Beat.
Jesus
This was not about you, Dad.

Beat.
JESUS
Dad, I -- are you crying?  This is weird.  Stop it.
Beat.
JESUS
I don't hate you, Dad.
Beat.
Jesus
I don't.
Beat.
JESUS
Because -- it's been so long since -- I just wanted to live one normal day out in the world.  
Beat.
Jesus
Linklater was doing a Q&A.
Beat.
Jesus
Sure.  I forgive you.
Beat.
Jesus
Thank you.  I'll be back by midnight.  And no more help!
Jesus hangs up.
He walks to the door.
It's locked.
Jesus groans.
FadE OUT.