INT. SILVER LANCE PRODUCTIONS - DAY

               Wayne enters a corridor and before reaching a door at the end
               of it turns to talk to a SECRETARY.

                                   WAYNE
                         Hi, Janelle. Is Lance...

               The secretary is slumped over her desk, either dead or
               asleep.

                                   WAYNE (CONT'D)
                         Janelle?

               He gently prods her. She comes to life.

                                   JANELLE
                         Uhhh...uhhh...oh...no more Mojito,
                         Felipe, no mas, por favor...

               She collapses on her keyboard. Her PC starts BEEPING.

               Wayne gingerly moves her off the keyboard. She doesn't stir.

                                   WAYNE 
                         Okay. Ah, I'll go right in, then.

               He turns and knocks on a large door. 

                                   LANCE (O.S.)
                         Enter!



               INT. SILVER LANCE PRODUCTIONS - OFFICE - DAY

               Wayne enters the immense, tasteless office of LANCE
               SILVERBERG, the company's lead pornographer. He is a nerdy
               middle-aged Jew dressed in flashy clothes and obscene
               jewelry. He sits at a massive desk. On a nearby couch sit two
               young male INTERNS. Both are reading fashion magazines.

                                   LANCE
                         Wayne. Dude. What up?

                                   WAYNE
                         Hi Lance. Ah...can I have a seat?

                                   LANCE
                         Fuck yeah. You're not here to ask
                         for more hours, are you? 

               Wayne takes a seat in one of two chairs in front of the desk.

                                   WAYNE
                         No.

                                   LANCE 
                         Sweet. Want a cigar? Or a Valium?

                                   WAYNE
                         I'm okay, thanks. Um, what I wanted
                         to ask was...ah, remember once you
                         told me you wanted to do other
                         types of movies besides porno?

                                   LANCE
                         Are there other types of movies?

               A beat.

                                   LANCE (CONT'D)
                         Just kiddin', bro. Yeah,
                         diversification. Everybody and his
                         brother is making pornos these
                         days. It's that fuckin' YouTube.
                         There is no true quality anymore.
                         The amateurs are taking over.
                             (flipping the bird)
                         YouSuck, YouBastard. How about
                         that?

                                   WAYNE
                         Yeah. Well, we were thinking - my
                         friend and I - um, we have some
                         ideas for movies. Projects you
                         could shoot cheaply. See, he's an
                         actor and as you know I'm a--

                                   LANCE
                         Dude. That could work. What kinda
                         movies?

                                   WAYNE
                         Well, as I've told you I have a few
                         scripts in development--

                                   LANCE
                         Fuck me. You're not talking about
                         that ET meets High Noon thing in
                         China, are you?

                                   WAYNE 
                         Not necessarily. That's just one
                         of...several projects I have.
                         There's also this medical
                         drama...well, it's more a thriller.
                         Think Coma meets Saw. Psycho
                         doctors, scary pharmaceuticals...

                                   LANCE
                         Sexy nurses?

                                   WAYNE
                         Sure.

                                   LANCE
                         Any nudity?

                                   WAYNE
                         Plenty.

                                   LANCE
                         Blood?

                                   WAYNE
                         Gallons. If not barrels.

                                   LANCE
                         Sweet. Tell ya what, bro, let me do
                         a little market research on that
                         one. 
                             (to the interns)
                         Guys?

               No answer.

                                   LANCE (CONT'D)
                         Guys!

                                   INTERN #1
                         What? We're busy.

                                   LANCE
                         I need some market research on
                         medical thrillers. Can you do that?

                                   INTERN #1
                         Nope.

                                   INTERN #2
                         Don't think so.

                                   LANCE
                         Come on, please? That's why you're
                         here.

                                   INTERN #1
                         Not in the job description.

                                   INTERN #2 
                         Got other things to do.

                                   LANCE
                         Hook me up, homies, and I'll get ya
                         some nice Asian fuck bunnies. The
                         ones from "Desperate Cheerleaders".

                                   INTERN #1
                         I'm gay.

                                   INTERN #2
                         Mebbe. I'll think about it.

                                   LANCE
                             (back to Wayne)
                         Alright, fuck the market research.
                         Just write up a synopsis for me and
                         maybe film a scene with your
                         friend. Like a screen test.

                                   WAYNE
                         Sure. We can do that. I'll bring
                         both into work on Monday.

                                   LANCE
                         Alright. Sweet. Anything else? You
                         sure you don't want some pills?

                                   WAYNE
                         No, I need to get back to work. My
                         shift ends at 7.

               He stands to leave.

                                   LANCE
                         Right on, homes. You know, you
                         should come up to visit more. I
                         like talking to my peeps.

                                   WAYNE
                         Yeah, will do. So, Monday with the
                         synopsis and the screen test.

               Lance nods and extends his fist. Wayne clumsily meets it with
               his own. He exits the office.