INT. NORTH HOLLYWOOD CONDO - DAY

       Bobby is nearly comatose on the couch. He's sleeping fully
       dressed and his shoes are on. Next to him is a WGA strike sign. Not
       far away is his suitcase, unopened and still wearing the
       airport luggage tag.

       A clock ALARM RINGS in the upstairs bedroom. It doesn't stop.

       Bobby continues to sleep.

       Upstairs, Wayne GRUNTS awake then issues a CAVEMAN YELL at
       the offending clock.

       Bobby is unaffected.

                           WAYNE (O.S.)
                 Clock damn butt ugly son of a bitch
                 mother...frickin'...

       An OBJECT IS THROWN AT THE CLOCK. Apparently it's a miss,
       because SOMETHING FALLS AND BREAKS while the alarm WHINES
       AWAY.

                           WAYNE (CONT'D)
                 I hate you! Shut up!

       Bobby dozes peacefully.

                           WAYNE (CONT'D)
                 Take care of you...

       Another OBJECT IS THROWN AT THE CLOCK and the alarm stops
       ringing. It also FALLS TO THE FLOOR AND BREAKS INTO SEVERAL
       PIECES. Some other object DROPS AND BOUNCES ACROSS THE ROOM.
       A moment later, something large and heavy also FALLS ON THE
       GROUND.

       This jolts Bobby awake.

                           BOBBY
                 Dad? Where's my pinata?

       He blearily looks around; it takes him a second to figure out
       where and in what decade he is.

                           WAYNE (O.S.)
                 Ah, shit, not the bookshelf.

                           BOBBY
                     (calling upstairs)
                 Wayne?

                           WAYNE (O.S.)
                 Yeh, Bob.

                           BOBBY
                 You okay, man?

                           WAYNE (O.S.)
                 I'm fine, I'm fine. Just dealing
                 with some furniture issues.

                           BOBBY
                 Oh.

       His eyelids get heavier and he nods to sleep again.

       Upstairs, a LARGE PIECE OF FURNITURE IS PUSHED CLUMSILY
       ACROSS THE ROOM. It SLAMS INTO PLACE AGAINST A WALL.

       Bobby wakes up. Looking around, he realizes his location
       hasn't changed.

       After a beat or so Wayne, hair mussed, dressed in pajamas,
       emerges at the top of the stairs and descends into the lower
       part of the condo.

                           WAYNE
                 Man, I hate waking up. Good
                 morning. How did you sleep?

                           BOBBY
                 Uh, okay. I think I'm still
                 unconscious.

       With his eyes one-quarter open, he looks it.

                           WAYNE
                 Sorry about the noise. Frickin'
                 alarm clock. Maybe I shouldn't have
                 put it across the room. Good thing
                 I don't have to worry about it
                 anymore.

       Wayne exits the frame to enter the kitchen.

                           WAYNE (CONT'D)
                 You want fried eggs? Or maybe a
                 leftover Slurpee?

                           BOBBY
                 Nah, I...

       Big yawn.

                           BOBBY (CONT'D)
                 Mmmmffff, ahhh...

                           WAYNE
                 Toast? I can make some toast.
                 Forgot to buy butter, though.
                 You'll have to eat it dry.

       Bobby nods.

                           WAYNE (CONT'D)
                 I planned the full tour for you
                 today, buddy. A visit to the Third
                 Circle of Hell, otherwise known as
                 the LA metropolitan area. Beverly
                 Hills, Santa Monica and the beach,
                 Malibu...

       Bobby drifts off to sleep again.

                           WAYNE (CONT'D)
                 ...Hollywood Boulevard. No work
                 until tomorrow for me, so I can
                 show you the town and we can talk
                 strategy. How we can carve out
                 careers in this town, you and me,
                 Stud Actor and Witty Writer.

       Bobby has slipped back into his coma.

       LIQUID POURS INTO A GLASS in the kitchen.

       Wayne enters the frame with a pint of orange juice.

                           WAYNE (CONT'D)
                 It's a tough market in this town, but
                 opportunity is out there
                 somewhere. We just have to figure
                 out how to grab it. Grab it, I say!

       Wayne finally notices that Bobby is asleep as he sets the
       orange juice down on the table in front of his friend.

                           WAYNE (CONT'D)
                 Bobby?

                           WAYNE (CONT'D)
                 Bob-by!

       No answer. Wayne CLAPS HIS HANDS LOUDLY. Bobby wakes.

                           BOBBY
                 Agghhh...huh?

                           WAYNE
                 A beverage for you. Cliff's Notes
                 version: I'm taking you on a ride
                 around town.

                           BOBBY
                 Yah. Super.

                           WAYNE
                 Drink your juice. You need citrus
                 energy, vitamin C. We'll be out for
                 a few hours.

                           BOBBY
                 Great.

       Wayne returns to the kitchen and Bobby drinks his juice,
       realizing in the process that he's nearly dehydrated. He
       greedily sucks down the rest of the beverage.

                           WAYNE (O.S.)
                 Also. We need to start making
                 friends, contacts in the business.
                 That's the only way we're gonna get
                 work.

       The toaster POPS.

       Bobby's eyes droop yet again. He falls asleep.

                           WAYNE (CONT'D)
                 Oh. I do have some cream cheese I
                 got on the strike line the other
                 day. You want that with your toast?

       No answer from dozing Bobby.

                           WAYNE (O.S.) (CONT'D)
                 Nah, forget it. It was out in the
                 sun, I'm sure it's rotten. Or at
                 least unacceptably crusty. Two
                 pieces of desert-dry white toast,
                 comin' up.

       Wayne enters the living room again, fails to notice Bobby
       sleeping even as he delivers the toast.

                           WAYNE (CONT'D)
                 Gotta get a new alarm clock while
                 we're out, please don't let me
                 forget. Meanwhile, eat up while I
                 take a shower. Your new life begins
                 today, Bob. Your new life.

       Wayne exits the frame.

       Bobby starts snoring.

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