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Date Posted: 00:08:22 06/26/02 Wed
In reply to:
's message, "Re: The Script begins" on 10:07:46 06/25/02 Tue
>>EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT
>>
>>Vomit.
>>
>>The source of the vomiting, GREG, is hunched over,
>>clutching his stomach.
>>
>>The parking lot of an old looking building. Abandoned
>>but for two cars.
>>
>>GREG
>>Oh shit oh shit oh shit.
>>
>>Greg is dressed in dark clothes and wears a long dark
>>coat.
>>
>>Nearby, TIM, watches Greg throwing up. Tim is dressed
>>in a similar fashion. He also has a very odd looking
>>mustache. Tim smokes a cigarette and hides a
>>momentary flicker of concern for Greg.
>>
>>TIM
>>Are you finished?
>>
>>GREG
>>God. I...
>>
>>Greg looks up at Tim, scared. Helpless.
>>
>>TIM
>>What?
>>
>>GREG
>>This is fucked up.
>>
>>TIM
>>Yeah? So's my left nut but you don't see me puking
>>over it.
>>
>>Greg turns around and sees that which caused him to
>>vomit in the first place. And it causes him to vomit
>>again.
>>
>>GREG
>>Mmmmmph
>>
>>Tim rolls his eyes.
>>
>>TIM
>>Greg, stop being such a pussy.
>>
>>Greg throws up again.
>>
>>GREG
>>Shit. Shit. Shit.
>>
>>TIM
>>NOW.
>>
>>Greg straightens up a bit, wipes his mouth.
>>
>>TIM
>>Now are you okay?
>>
>>GREG
>>Yeah yeah. I mean, I...
>>
>>TIM
>>Jesus.
>>
>>Tim walks off toward the building. Greg follows.
>Tim walks 2 paces in front of Greg.
>
>Tim (to himself, but loud enough for Greg to hear)
>I should be the one puking, with a partner like this
>(points to Greg)
>
>Greg (Sadly)
>Tim, I couldn't help...
>
>Tim
>Was I talking to you?
>
>Greg
>Tim...
>
>Tim
>No, I wasn't...
>
>Greg
>But I hear everything you say
>
>Tim
>You eavesdrop. Mind your own business for once.
>
>Greg
>How's that eavesdropping? You're right next...
>
>Tim (flustered and furious)
>How's it..? Wha? Fuck you. I wasn't talking to you.
>That's how. Mind your own business.
>
>Greg
>But I'm right here. If you're mad at me, just tell me.
>
>Tim
>But I don't want to talk to you. I'd rather talk to
>this thing.
>
>(tim walks to a Reserved Parking sign and starts
>talking - glancing at greg every few seconds)
>
>Tim
>What did I do wrong, sign? Why do I deserve this ass?
> Sign, can you help me out? Maybe I could work alone?
> Oh, you're right sign...What would this ass do
>without me? He'd end up on the street? Can't take
>care of himself, you say?...
>
>(Greg looks on and grows angrily, much the way a
>flower grows prettily)
>
>Greg (talking over tim)
>Well, i'd rather talk to this thing.
>
>Greg crouches down and starts talking to an empty beer
>bottle. Both tim and greg talk simultaneously (and
>comically) - their voices getting louder in an attempt
>to drown out the other's.
>
>Greg
>Maybe my partner doesn't realize that he needs me. Or
>maybe he does. Maybe if he thought he could get by
>without me he would have done it already...
>
>Time Elapses. The sun is starting to come up. Both
>men are screaming
>
>Tim
>...I mean, look at him, sign - he's stupid...
>
>Greg (now holds the bottle just inches from his face)
>Oh yeah, bottle, you're right - no man is an island,
>not even him
>
>Greg slams the bottle down, shattering it. Tim looks
>up, startled, then realizes that the sun is coming up.
>
>Tim
>Oh shit, stupid, we've gotta get out of here. They'll
>be here to open up any minute, stupid-shit.
Greg
Oh shit!
Tim
Run!
Greg and Tim run to their car (Greg on the driver's side). Here we they seem more intent on working as a team. Greg, grim faced, unlocks his door and throws his keys at/to Tim. The keys hit Tim in the face and Tim falls to the ground screaming.
Tim
OH JESUS CHRIST!
Greg
My fucking keys?!
Greg runs over to help Tim. As he does, a car can be seen driving toward the parking lot from a street in the distance.
Greg
Oh no.
Greg bends down.
Greg
Come on Tim.
Tim
What the hell was that?
Greg
I was tossing you the keys so you could get in.
Tim
My face, you threw them right at my face you dumb fuck!
Greg
Tim, someone's coming.
Tim
I don't care. My eye hurts.
Greg
Aw come on. Get up now.
Tim
No.
Greg looks up. The oncoming car is much closer now.
Greg
Fine, did you see where the keys landed?
Tim
IN MY FUCKING FACE IS WHERE THEY LANDED.
We begin to notice that Tim is really really crying.
Greg
I'm SORRY.
Tim
Thank you. I'm sorry too.
Greg
Now come on, Tim.
Tim
Yeah.
Greg spies his keys and grabs them. The oncoming car begins to pull into the parking lot.
Greg unlocks Tim's door, opens it. Both guys try to get in at the same time.
Not fitting, Greg pushes away.
Tim pushes away.
They both stand there for a second.
Then both try to get in at the same time.
Then they move away.
Tim
(somewhat serious for the first time)
Okay, first of all this is MY side, secondly-
Greg
No time.
Greg darts in and slides over to the driver's seat. Tim leisurely gets inside and shuts the door.
Greg starts the car. They drive off just as those pulling in the parking lot get out of their car.
They pay the departing car no mind whatsoever.
MAN #1
Another day, eh, Jim?
MAN #2 (Jim)
Ten years ago if you were to tell me I'd find the carpet business so rewarding, I'd not have believed you.
MAN #1
Hey what's that over there?
Man #2 looks over at what Man #1 is pointing at.
Man #2 vomits.
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