Jacob's Ladder Page #5

INT. JACOB'S APT. - DAY

SUNLIGHT pours through the BEDROOM window. JACOB is sleeping

fitfully as a bar of light saturates his face. His hand

rushes up to cover and protect his eyes but the damage is

done. He is awake.

JACOB lies in bed for a few moments, dazed. Slowly his hand

gropes along the shelf at the head of the bed, searching for

his glasses. He has trouble finding them. As his hand sweeps

blindly across the headboard it hits the telephone and sends

it crashing to the floor. He sits up with a disgusted look

on his face and searches the out-of-focus shelf behind him.

Suddenly JEZZIE enters.

JEZZIE:

You up?

JACOB:

No. Have you seen my glasses?

JEZZIE:

(shaking her head)

Where'd you leave 'em?

JACOB:

I don't know.

JEZZIE:

Did you look around the headboard?

JACOB:

(wearily)

Jezzie, I can't see.

JEZZIE:

(she scans the shelf)

Maybe you left 'em in the bathroom.

She leaves and returns moments later with his glasses and a

large paper bag. She tosses them both onto the bed.

JACOB:

Thanks.

(he puts on his glasses

and notices the bag)

What's that?

JEZZIE:

Your kid dropped it off.

JACOB:

Who? Jed?

JEZZIE:

(stooping to pick up the

phone)

No. The little one.

JACOB:

Eli. Why can't you remember their

names?

JEZZIE:

They're weird names.

JACOB:

They're Biblical. They were prophets.

JEZZIE:

Well, personally, I never went for

church names.

JACOB:

And where do you think Jezebel comes

from?

JEZZIE:

I don't let anybody call me that.

JACOB:

(shaking his head)

You're a real heathen, you know that,

Jezzie? Jesus, how did I ever get

involved with such a ninny?

JEZZIE:

You sold your soul, remember? That's

what you told me.

JACOB:

Yeah, but for what?

JEZZIE:

A good lay.

JACOB:

And look what I got.

JEZZIE:

The best.

JACOB:

I must have been out of my head.

JEZZIE:

Jake, you are never out of your head!

JACOB:

(ignoring the criticism

and reaching for the

paper bag)

What's in here?

JEZZIE:

Pictures. Your wife was gonna toss

'em so "what's his name" brought 'em

over on his way to school.

JACOB lifts the bag and pours the photographs onto the bed.

There are hundreds of them. He examines them with growing

delight.

JACOB:

Look at these, will ya? I don't

believe it. Jesus, these are

fantastic. Look, here's my Dad ...

And here's my brother, when we were

down in Florida.

JEZZIE:

Lemme see.

JACOB:

(rummaging excitedly

through the pile)

Here. Look. This is me and Sarah when

I was still at City College.

JEZZIE:

(looking closely)

That's Sarah?

(she studies the photo)

I can see what you mean.

JACOB:

What?

JEZZIE:

Why you left.

JACOB:

What do you mean you can see?

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