What you are about to see tells the story of Jimmy Monaro, a man who had always put his family before himself. Understandable right? It is only after the death of his father, does he learn that it is family that he has to fear most.
JONATHON walks up the steps to the abandoned building.
JONATHON
When a mysterious man shows up at his doorstep claiming to be the true son of Jimmy's father, and has the will to prove it, it then that Jimmy begins to realize where the line between real and the supernatural truly lies.
JONATHON begins to unlock the door to the abandoned building.
JONATHON
Without knowing it, Jimmy is moving fast into another dimension. A dimension that is timeless as infinity. A dimension of sight, a dimension of sound. One that lies between light and shadow. A dimension that can be opened with the key of imagination, it is a dimension which we call "The Twilight Zone".
JONATHON opens the door to the building and walks inside.
FADE TO BLACK
INT. HOUSE - NIGHT
JIMMY MONARO - EARLY 20s - and THOMAS BUCARRI - EARLY 20s - sit on a couch as they grieve over the death of JIMMY's father.
THOMAS
It was gonna happen sooner or later, he had a brain tumor, one which was too big to remove. He was taken out of his suffering.
JIMMY
Still doesn't make up for the fact that I wasn't by his side in his last moments.
THOMAS
That wasn't your fault. You couldn't help your plane was delayed.
JIMMY
No, but it was my fault that I waited to long to come back, I knew he was dying and yet I did nothing.
THOMAS
Nothing? Jimmy, you left to find a doctor with better medicine, you had good intentions.
JIMMY
I know that, but I let him die alone --
THOMAS
He wasn't alone, me and Samantha was in the hospital when he died.
JIMMY
I was the only family he had, and I couldn't be there.
JIMMY gets off the couch and begins to pace around.
THOMAS
You were always there for him, the last five years was all you ever done, was be there for him.
JIMMY stares at THOMAS, he continues to pace.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
Driving him to all those doctor's appointments, the cooking, the cleaning up after him. You always put him first, even before yourself. Don't let yourself think you wasn't there for him.
JIMMY
If I could have seen him just one last time -- maybe I wouldn't feel this way.
THOMAS
You just need time to grieve. Get it all out, and if you need to you can stay with me for a little while.
JIMMY
I don't know, I still need to do some storing for the last few things around here.
THOMAS
Just think about it, if you need to get away from all this, I'll clear up a space for you.
JIMMY
I don't want to burden you like that.
THOMAS
It's no problem for me. I know that some memories can get to be too much.
JIMMY holds his head in his hands.
JIMMY
I'll think about it.
THOMAS
Good. Remember if you need anything, I'm just a call away.
THOMAS heads towards the door. He looks back towards JIMMY.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
Hey, things are gonna get better. And remember my door is always open.
THOMAS opens the front door and heads out. JIMMY begins to sit back down on the couch as there is a knock on the front door. JIMMY walks towards the front door.
JIMMY
Thomas, I told you I'll think about it.
JIMMY opens the front door. A MAN stands infront of him.
JIMMY
Oh, Hello.
MAN
I'm here to collect my things.
JIMMY
I'm sorry, but I don't even know you.
MAN
Oh, that's right. My name is Patrick Monaro. I had been contacted about my father's death, and here to collect the things that were left for me in the will.
JIMMY
There must be some mistake, did you say your father's death.
PATRICK
Yes, David Monaro.
JIMMY
I'm David Monaro's son. One and only son.
PATRICK
I can understand the confusing, but I have the will here to prove it.
PATRICK hands over the will to JIMMY. JIMMY reads it over as it states that PATRICK is entitled to his father's belongings.
JIMMY
This is a fake. Where did you get information about my father?
PATRICK
I am his son and I assure you, this is not a fake, it is as real as me standing right in front of you. I'm here to collect my things.
JIMMY
The hell you are, I have the original copy stating that me, Jimmy Monaro, his son, is entitled to what is in the will.
JIMMY walks to the dinning table and grabs a peice of paper. PATRICK takes a step inside the house.
JIMMY (CONT'D)
Here, you see I got the will that clearly states I am entitled to everything.
PATRICK
Do you mind reading it?
JIMMY
Gladly.
JIMMY unfolds the piece of paper and begins reading.
JIMMY (CONT'D)
Article three: I devise, bequeath, and give my estate and contents within to my son, Patrick Monaro.
JIMMY stops reading. He stares at PATRICK.
JIMMY
Who are you?
PATRICK
Like I said. I'm his son.
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