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Date Posted: 10:07:46 06/25/02 Tue
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Dave
's message, "The Script begins" on 03:07:00 06/24/02 Mon
>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.
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