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This must be the place, Mr. Jones

This must be the place, Mr. Jones Talking Heads music playing. Home is where I want to be Pick me up and turn me round I feel numb, burn with a weak heart I guess I must be having fun The less we say about it the better Make it up as we go along Feet on the ground Head in the sky It’s ok I know nothing’s wrong… nothing Close up shot of a man’s butt dancing. There is paint on his pants. His butt is moving from left to right. Slowly the camera pulls back to show an artist is painting a landscape on his portable easel. Camera pull up overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge with a slight fog rolling in. He is dancing while painting. Listening to live performance of Talking Heads that are performing next to him. They are part of a performing entourage just for the artist as he is painting. A young lady is holding his brushes while he paints bright pink and yellow mix of oil paints to create a great orange color for the Golden Gate Bridge. She gets him a tube of lavender paint for the sky. A group of young children are chasing each other. Running around him while he is painting at the Marin Headlands hills, playing laughing and dancing to the live music from the Talking Heads. A young man gets the artist a water bottle and spritz it on him and wipes his face while his eyes are filled with smiles as he paints. The artist is splashing oil paints on a large canvas while he dances his brush strokes the canvas to the the beat and rhythm of the music. His soul is into his painting while listening the beat to the music from the Talking Heads. His pants are splattered with paint they are sagging below his waist. His happiness is interrupted by a phone call. His assistant hands him the phone. Voice on the other end “ MrJones you are needed at Daniella’s house right away. “ Mr. Jones leaves his painting easel and gets into his 1962 190SL Mercedes sports car convertible, drives down the winding hills passed the Golden Gate Bridge speeding onto the highway away from the city. Talking Heads music playing on his car radio Through the Rainbow tunnel ( now named Robin Williams Tunnel ) and arrives to the cute little town, past the welcome to San Anselmo sign with the Sugarfoot deer painted on the sign. Love comes to town Talking Heads music playing Mr. Jones goes to the front door of a small cottage on Tunstead Avenue across the street from the ABC Preschool where kids are heard playing. A man smoking a cigarette at the porch of the white cottage tells Mr. Jones goes inside they are waiting for you. He enters through the black painted door of the all white cottage with a black door. The cottage is old and the paint is pealing. He walks through the living room Veronica is saying “hurry hurry She is in the bedroom” We hear Daniella screaming. “FUCK YOU!!!FUCK!!!” Mr. Jones opens the door, Daniella legs are flung up as Mr. Jones is helping her deliver … “It’s a girl” Mr. Jones interrupts he pulls the baby out and hands the baby girl to Daniella’s husband Henri. We want to call her Goldie says Daniella. Mr. Jones the artist leaves and tells Daniella he needs a cup of coffee and heads to the local Coffee Roastery which is only a half block away. He stops at a local hat store and a beautiful young women named Tuhei picks out a hat for him that she made especially for him. It’s a business man’s style hat. He puts the hat on hat and gives Tuhei a wink and he walks towards the cafe. Life during wartime Talking Heads music playing Mr. Jones is standing in line ready to order his favorite latte with almond milk, cinnamon and honey at the Coffee Roastery that’s located in the heart of this small charming quiet town family named San Anselmo. Nothing ever happens in this sleepy town. Two old guys sitting at a table are overheard arguing about a basketball player. Everyone could hear. He’s not a basketball player, he is black. One of the guys remarks and throws a newspaper at the other older man. The other old guy got angry and threw a cup of coffee at the other guy who was wearing a white fisherman cable knit sweater, coffee dripping off the sweater. Then fists were flying at each other. Blood on their faces. One of the men had a broken nose and blood on his face. Mr. Jones saw the commotion so he jumped in to try break up the fight. Blood on his hands. A woman and her kid screamed as more people inside the cafe try to separate the two old guys from fighting. The woman with a crying kid called the police. Mr. Jones with blood all over his hands was worrying that he wouldn’t get sick from the blood on his hands from the fight. A few minutes later, Three police cars and two fire trucks, two ambulances, 3 motorcycle police and some city office workers from the police department from Town Hall which is across the street of the cafe. The police cleared the cafe and made everyone go outside. People were carrying their cups of coffee into the alley way. Medics helped the old guy with the broken nose Then more police came, a motorcycle officer and even the news crew showed up and filming the crowed. Also a helicopter buzzing above. The street was blocked off. As the police were questioning the two old men, Mr. Jones felt like a hero and asked the police “Isn’t this a bit over kill with so many police cars, and fire trucks and ambulance as a news helicopter drowned out the voices” Out of the crowd stepped a plain clothes police officer looking like Dick Tracy with a long raincoat, pulled out his badge and said to Mr. Jones “Do you have a problem with this?” “ Do you want to come downtown”? Mr. Jones looked at the plain clothes Dick Tracy cop and said “ But we are downtown” The two old guys were bared from the Coffee Roastery. For fun Mr. Jones printed poster for a rematch fight sponsored by WhistleStop ( A bus service that drove senior citizens to doctor appointments. Psycho Killer Talking Heads music playing Hilda’s Coffee Shop a small town dinner George Lucas and Mr. Jones are having breakfast at Hilda’s talking about a movie that George is making The film is about an alien psycho killer. Waitress Natasha pours George a cup of coffee as she serves a plate of sausages and pancakes. And scrabbled eggs Then Mr. Jones