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 INT. FRONT SEAT OF CAMRY - DAY Isaac sits in the driver's seat, closes the car door. He looks upwards, puts his hands together. ISAAC: Oh, Lord. So sorry to bother you again. I'm just really, really curious whether this truly is the path you intend for me. I follow all the restrictions. I don't drink coffee or tea, I don't lie, gamble or fornicate, I don't smoke, I don't drink alcohol and I don't do drugs. But you speak to this man and not to me. (In a moment he is slumped over the steering wheel snoring. He awakes with a start at the sound of a muffled voice.) Hello? If that's you, God, you're not coming in very well. (He hears a tapping sound. Isaac opens the glove compartment to the sight of a miniature Toby throwing a metal cross that tumbles to the floor. ) ISAAC: T-T-Toby? TOBY: (miniature voice) Can you get me out of here? It's like a damn oven in here. ISAAC: Get you out... What are you doing in there? I thought you were dead! TOBY: I am! I was. To be absolutely frank, I'm not sure of my current status. At any rate, I've come back to help you. ISAAC: Oh my God. I've finally lost it. TOBY: Oh brilliant! If it was God speaking to you, you'd be Moses on the mountain. But it's only little old me and presto, you're having a psychotic break. Just lift me out of here. (Isaac takes a moment, then lifts him to the dashboard. Toby strides back and forth.) ISAAC: I'm really confused. Are you a...an angel? TOBY: (laughs) An angel? Me? Hardly. More of a ghost. Sorry about the unorthodox entrance and my diminutive size. I haven't quite gotten the hang of the whole afterlife thing. Now tell me what's the matter. ISAAC: The matter? What makes you think something's the matter? TOBY: I'm here, aren't I? Clearly something's not right in the state of Denmark. ISAAC: You mean besides the fact that I'm talking to a bite-sized ghost that's pacing back and forth on my dashboard? Okay. I might as well tell you. I really love the car, but it was too old to drive Uber, so my roommate got me a delivery job instead. TOBY: Delivery job. Brilliant. I'm proud of you, my boy. ISAAC: Please don't say that! You don't know what I'm delivering. It's...cannabis. TOBY: Cannabis as in marijuana? ISAAC: It's legal. Now. I know it's prohibited by the church, but service is a big part of our mission in this world and you know how much I love to serve people. Of course I would never... TOBY: No, you wouldn't, would you? The rules are important, son, but it's the spirit behind them that matters the most. ISAAC: (smirks) That's the kind of talk that got you kicked out of the church. TOBY: We're not in the church anymore, Isaac. Oh dear. (checks watch) Must be off for now. I'm only permitted a minute of interaction at a time. Not sure why but I suspect it has to do with the short attention span of our audience. ISAAC: But you will come back? (when Toby smiles and nods) Do you want me to put you back in the glove compartment? TOBY: (scrambles as Isaac reaches for him) No! No. Too hot in there. Anyhow, I need to practice my fading in and out. (concentrates, then--) I'm still here, aren't I? (Isaac nods, then puts out Toby back in the glove compartment. When Isaac starts to close the glove compartment door--) TOBY: Leave the door open, for Christ's sake! (Isaac complies, starts the car and pulls into the street. Toby holds on for dear life.)
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