The whiskey wasn’t enough to get rid of that horrible taste Jacob Syre had in his mouth. He was shaken, tired and bleeding but he was still alive. Cheers to that. He took a second swallow; much larger than the first.

A deep breath and a long sigh. He was calming down. Now he was looking to the ground, the spot where he had just thrown up. He wiped his mouth with the dirty dirty rag that he kept tucked into his jeans. Calm, but not quite calm enough, he then swallowed what was left in the flask and tossed it away.

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This was the Script for the second short film we worked on. It was Written by Phil Mallon based on a story by kris mallory.
“OLD FRIENDS”

LOCATION:BALTIMORE: A CITY STREET

FADE IN:

SCENE #1
EXT. STREET - MORNING

A man walking out of a city apartment building and walks down the street. He appears to be in his thirties, his body is covered by a full length, black trench coat. A white shirt and tie are barely visible at his neck line. The sun has just began to rise between the office buildings that line the street. The man stops at a newspaper machine to buy a paper. He removes a glove to fish in his pocket for change, puts two quarters in the machine, and grabs a paper. He continues down the street with the paper tucked under his arm. He cracks a smile as he begins to think about earlier that morning.

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