Twisted Whirl

 EXT: Street Corner about noon. James Peters sits with blanket over his shoulders and a small sign. HELP HOMELESS. He looks left and right as people pass. He has a coffee container in his hand. He rattles the loose change around as people pass.

James

(Woman drops in coins) 

                                                                    Thanks... Thank ya...

James

(Man hands him a sandwich as James turns it back and forth and then tosses 

it in his small basket with his other items)

Jeezzz...

(40ish man leans down in a crouch and hands James a large sandwich)

Man

Got ya this from the bakery, man! Here.

(James takes the item and turns and peers into the man's face and nods and haphazard approval)

James

Yeah, man... umm...

(Man rises and begins to leave)

James Con'd

Man does not live by bread alone! But yeah... thanks!

(James rattles his coffee can in annoyance)

Man

(Smiles and keeps walking down the street as he puts his hands in his jacket pocket)

James

(Places sandwich behind him with a stack of other sandwiches)

INT: James walks up stairs with a large bag of sandwiches in his hand along with his other belongs. He stops at an ajar door where he sees an older woman praying. She has s letter before her. She has a few dollars stacked with some coins. She looks up to see him. He smiles. She looks smiles then her smile fades a bit. He reaches in his bag of sandwiches and pulls out the one the man in the jacket gave him. She rises up. He enters her place slightly and places the wrapped sandwich on her small table. She nods and processed to return to her prayer position.

Woman

God is Good. Thank you...

James

(Nods and shuts her door softly. He shifts his bags. He looks straight ahead.)

Good for sandwiches.

INT: Hallway. It is 6:30pm. He enters an apartment. He drops his keys on a table. He puts his items on the counter. He reaches into the fridge and grabs a small juice box of apple juice. He takes the straw out of the plastic and punctures the silver tap. He inserts the straw and falls into a small chair. A small globe in on the end table next to him. He spins it slightly and looks out his window into the evening sky. He takes a sip.

INT: Woman's apartment. She is staring out the window. She brushes her hair out of her face. She turns. She runs her hand over the bible she was reading. She picks up the bill that was near the bible. She looks up and signs. She smiles. Walking to her door, she remembers the sandwich. She locks her door and leans on the it holding the door knob. She picks up the wrapped food and holds it in front of her face.

Woman

I am thankful for this provision.

(Woman walks to her counter. She takes a paper towel and places the sandwich on the paper towel. She gets a glass and runs water from the tap into it. She places the glass down. She looks over her shoulder at her door. She sighs again and smiles.  Her hands begin to unwrap the food.

Woman

Above and beyond what I can ask or imagine...

(Woman takes food from wrapper and here's a small tap on the floor. A wrapped up piece of paper falls from the wrapper. She picks up the paper. It reads "In All Things!")

She opens the paper slightly to reveal a few zeros on a green item tucked within the folds.

EXT: Morning. Man in black jacket leans down and speaks with a woman seated on a park bench with a small sign. He hands her a sandwich.