GO!

Settings:

 INT. HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY Isaac stands at the open door, peers in. ISAAC: Uh...hello?... Delivery! JAMAICA: (O.S.) Oh, thank God. Come in, bwoy. (JAMAICA, in dredlocks, approaches the door.) You are just in time with da ganja. I was about to come down. ISAAC: Come down? Isn't this a one-story house? JAMAICA: (grins, then realizes he's serious) From da Jah bliss. From da bliss of being one with the supreme being. With God. ISAAC: God! That's the first word I understand. JAMAICA: Come in, bwoy! Legal or not, I'd rather not conduct our business at the door. (Isaac hesitantly complies. Jamaica closes the door, then follows Isaac into the living room. Isaac turns to face him.) ISAAC: That'll be fifty... Wait. You're saying you need to use this... (holds out package) ...to talk to God? I don't and I talk to God all the time. JAMAICA: Aha, but do he talk back? ISAAC: Well, not generally. Of course he has much more important things to do. Does he actually talk to you? (Jamaica grins. Isaac looks at him with curiosity.) MOMENTS LATER: A cloud of smoke envelops Jamaica who sits on a couch in a meditative pose. Isaac watches, coughing, from a nearby chair. JAMAICA: Oh, Ja. Let the ganja speak to Rasta. Make me irie with your divine greatness. Give me your message of light. (He gets more and more stoned and zoned out. Isaac watches with fascination, then skepticism.) ISAAC: Is he speaking to you? JAMAICA: Oh yeah. He say...he say to pray for world peace. I just need to keep prayin' and smokin' the ganja...smokin' the ganja and prayin'...and it will all come to pass. (Isaac looks at him in awe and disorientation, clearly getting buzzed. Jamaica reaches for a water pipe.)
Clear