INT. COMPLETE AND UTTER DARKNESS - INDETERMINATE

         How black can you get? Not much blacker than the screen at
         the moment.

                             BOBBY (O.S.)
                       (deep voice)
                   --it was my father, Georgette. He
                   was a plastic surgeon, a brilliant
                   one. He made all those people so
                   pretty. So perfect. After he locked
                   me in the dog shed all I could
                   think about was destroying that
                   beauty and perfection. I wanted to
                   smash! I wanted to mutilate! I
                   wanted to make the world ugly!

         Some electric device BUZZES WEAKLY.

                             WAYNE (O.S)
                             (terrible female voice)
                   Nooooooo...

                             BOBBY (O.S.)
                   Now stop screaming and die like a
                   good patient!

                             WAYNE  (O.S.)
                   Dr. Kraus, please, anything but the
                   bone saw--

                             BOBBY  (O.S.)
                   Georgette, you are making this
                   extremely disgust--, extremely
                   detri-- Shit, man.

                             WAYNE  (O.S.)
                       (testy)
                   Difficult, Bobby. The word is
                   difficult. Which is actually very
                   easy to say.

                             BOBBY  (O.S.)
                   It's not when you cross it out in
                   the script.

         A beat.

                             WAYNE  (O.S.)
                   You can still read it.

                             BOBBY  (O.S.)
                   No you can't. Look.

         Some PAPERS ARE RUSTLED.

                             WAYNE (O.S.)
                   I scratched it out delicately. You
                   just have to concentrate.

                             BOBBY (O.S.)
                   Which I can't do when I'm reading
                   the lines.

                             WAYNE (O.S.)
                   All right, all  right, all right,
                   never mind. Let's just do another
                   take. With the correct words,
                   please.

                             BOBBY (O.S.)  
                   Actually, Wayne?

                             WAYNE (O.S.)
                   Yeh.

                             BOBBY (O.S.)  
                   I just noticed something.

                             WAYNE (O.S.)
                   Do please enlighten me.

                             BOBBY (O.S.)
                   The power light isn't on. On the
                   camera.

                             WAYNE (O.S.)
                   No.

         A beat.

                             WAYNE (CONT'D)
                   Shit.

         A CLICK, then suddenly



         INT. NORTH HOLLYWOOD CONDO THROUGH VIEWFINDER - NIGHT

         Bobby is in the crosshairs of a camcorder, looking tired. He
         wears a white bathrobe and wields an electric screwdriver.

                             BOBBY
                   I think we should wrap for the
                   night.

                             WAYNE (O.S.)
                   We need to get this scene down.
                   We're on deadline, remember?

                             BOBBY
                   Lance gets the screen test first
                   thing in the a.m., yeah yeah. But
                   I'm almost dead, man. It's late.

                             WAYNE (O.S.)
                   Is that why you flubbed the line?

                             BOBBY
                    That's not why I flubbed the line.

         With the screwdriver, he mimics crossing out a word on a
         page.

                             WAYNE (O.S.)
                   There's no point in arguing with
                   you. You know, we really need to
                   finish...

                             BOBBY
                   We can do it in the morning. I'll
                   be fresh and not seeing double.

         Wayne enters the frame, nodding.

                             BOBBY (CONT'D)
                   We gotta get up early, though. Like
                   six, six thirty.

         A beat.

                             WAYNE
                   Fine. Fine. I still don't believe
                   in mornings, particularly early
                   ones. But I'll do it.

                             BOBBY
                   You know, it's really a shame you
                   broke that alarm clock.

                             WAYNE
                   I know. Please don't give me any
                   shit about forgetting to buy a new
                   one.

                             BOBBY
                   I won't. So, tomorrow first thing,
                   okay?

                             WAYNE
                   Yeh. Six in the fucking morning,
                   though, I'm gonna suffer.

                             BOBBY
                   Don't worry about it, I'll make
                   sure you're up. G'night.

         He waves goodbye with the screwdriver and walks up the stairs
         to his bedroom.

                             WAYNE
                   Good night. Don't let the bedbugs,
                   etcetera, etcetera.

         Wayne puts his hand out and it nearly fills the screen. He
         CLICKS the camera off. Darkness again.

                             WAYNE (O.S.)
                   Hey, you have an alarm on that cell
                   phone, right?