EXT. LOS ANGELES - VARIOUS - DAY

          Landmarks speed by, as if passed in a car. Hollywood
          boulevard, Malibu beach, Rodeo Drive, etc.



          INT. WAYNE'S CAR - DAY

          Wayne is driving his vehicle, an underpowered Korean SUV.
          Bobby looks haggard and bug-eyed in the shotgun seat. He's
          drinking a massive coffee which looks like a Venti Starbucks
          on crank.

                              WAYNE
                    Yeh, things will get better. I can
                    feel it. I'm just going through a
                    relatively minor slump now. My
                    writer's block isn't melting away
                    quite yet. The porno job's only
                    about 15 hours a week, it does take
                    a lot out of me. I'm not sure how.
                    Maybe that's what's blocking my
                    creative chi.

          Bobby sucks some coffee.

                              WAYNE (CONT'D)
                    This is a tough town, man. A tough
                    town. But we can still conquer it.

                              BOBBY
                    We knew it would be this way at the
                    beginning, though.

                              WAYNE
                    Granted, yes.

          Bobby notices something.

                              BOBBY
                    Hey, isn't that the Santa Monica
                    pier? That looks pretty cool, why
                    don't we...

                              WAYNE
                    Yeah, it's the Santa Monica pier.
                    So like I was saying, we need to
                    come up with some kind of plan.

                              BOBBY
                    You don't want to stop?

                              WAYNE
                    I just moved to this city. No way
                    do I want to stop.

                              BOBBY
                        (looking back)
                    I mean, to look at the pier.

                              WAYNE
                    No I don't. Listen. Focus. Stay
                    with me, stay on the conversation.
                    Concentration, Bobby.

                              BOBBY
                    We need a plan, yeah. Maybe we can
                    do that project, the one we were
                    talking about in Prague? You write,
                    I star?

                              WAYNE
                    ET meets High Noon in medieval
                    Japan. Hmmm, I'm not sure the
                    market is right for that one. And I
                    still have yet to write it.

          A beat. Bobby pokes at the car stereo.

                              BOBBY
                    Can I crank this, man?

                              WAYNE
                    Sure, yeah. I mean, no. It only
                    plays AM radio, the CD player's a
                    goner. As are the FM and the tape
                    deck.

                              BOBBY
                    Oh.

                              WAYNE
                    That's the thing. I have no ideas.
                    I'm dry, totally. Nothing coming
                    out of the tap.

                              BOBBY
                    Maybe it's because of all the
                    porno. Actually, y'know, come to
                    think of it...we could do our own
                    skin flick. You writing and
                    me...actualizing...

          That's a thought. Both men think.

                              BOBBY (CONT'D)
                    And you'd meet more girls that way.

                              WAYNE
                    Bobby, stop.

          It's hot in here; Bobby pushes his window button. There's an
          INTERMITTENT ELECTRONIC BUZZ as the system attempts, but
          fails, to lower the window.

                              BOBBY
                    You need to get laid, boss. It's
                    been almost a year since Mia...

                              WAYNE
                    Do not mention her name.

          Bobby's window continues to FART and not lower.

                              WAYNE (CONT'D)
                    Here, you have to let me do it.
                    Release the button.

          Bobby does so and Wayne activates his window override button.
          The window RATTLES AGAINST SOMETHING while descending very
          slowly.

                              BOBBY
                    Wayne, you're not going to erase
                    her memory by not mentioning her
                    name.

          Wayne drives and presses the window button silently.

                              BOBBY (CONT'D)
                    That's enough window, man.

          Wayne releases his button.

                              BOBBY (CONT'D)
                    It's time for a new chick, y'know.

                              WAYNE
                    Okay. I know. But women are beside
                    the point right now...

                              BOBBY
                    Women are never beside the point.

                              WAYNE
                    We need work; something that'll not
                    only produce revenue, but start our
                    careers.

          Wayne notices something out the window.

                              WAYNE (CONT'D)
                    Oh. Coming up - Venice Beach, very
                    famous. That way, down the street.

                              BOBBY
                    Cool. Let's take a look.

                              WAYNE
                    Maybe later. So do you have any
                    ideas? Any projects in mind?

                              BOBBY
                    I'm only the actor; you're the idea
                    guy.

          Bobby looks far ahead to catch a glimpse of Venice Beach.

                              BOBBY (CONT'D)
                    That beach is probably sweet. What
                    a shame to miss it.

                              WAYNE
                    Yeah. How about something medical?

                              BOBBY
                    Great.

          Wayne smiles. A beat.

                              BOBBY (CONT'D)
                    Huh?

                              WAYNE
                    You went to med school...well, for
                    a little while before dropping out.
                    Didn't you see anything horrifying
                    there?

                              BOBBY
                    No. Not at all. It was only school,
                    y'know.

                              WAYNE
                    I'm thinking body snatching, I'm
                    thinking black market cadavers, I'm
                    thinking doctors euthanizing
                    patients...crazy nurses filling IV
                    bottles with poison...

          Wayne looks over at Bobby, who's still craning for a look at
          the beach.

                              WAYNE (CONT'D)
                    Imagined, I mean. Ideas. Did you
                    ever conceive one or all of the
                    above?

                              BOBBY
                    Nope.

                              WAYNE
                    Okay, guess that's a no-fly zone.
                    Look, over there.

          Bobby looks, over there.

                              WAYNE (CONT'D)
                    Entrance to the boardwalk.

                              BOBBY
                    Sounds good. Guess we'll be missing
                    that?

                              WAYNE
                    Yeah, we will.

          Bobby shrugs.

                              WAYNE (CONT'D)
                    Sight-seeing is fun and wonderful
                    and a real joy sometimes, but a
                    plan is what we need. What we
                    really need.

                              BOBBY
                    That beach sounds nice, though.

          Wayne gives him a look.

                              BOBBY (CONT'D)
                    Yeah, I think maybe I can come up
                    with an idea or two. We'll hit the
                    waves later, yeah?

                              WAYNE
                        (sighs)
                    I guess so.

          The car moves out of the shot.