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.
