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- FOR EDUCATIONAL USE ONLY
- SWINGERS
- by
- Jon Favreau
- Dec. 13, 1994
- Third draft
- 1 EXT. HOLLYWOOD - NIGHT 1
- The soundtrack opens with Frank Sinatra's "Fly Me to the
- Moon".
- A HELICOPTER SHOT OF THE L.A. basin.
- The pool of golden light disintegrates into the thousands of
- points which constitute it as we rapidly draw closer to the
- city.
- We are just above the tops of the highest buildings as we
- approach Hollywood Boulevard. Below is neon and the icy
- thrust of search lights rotating on the corner of Hollywood
- and Vine.
- We continue west, then quickly north.
- There is the momentary appearance of the moonlit HOLLYWOOD
- sign as we pass the blinking red beacon of the Capital
- Records building and drop into Franklin avenue and over the
- 101.
- Architectural remnants of Hollywood's past whip up. We are
- heading east at treetop level. A warm glow in the distance
- quickly grows into a modest commercial strip which includes
- cafes, bookstores, and a theater.
- We drop to eye level as we spy through the plate glass
- showcase window of the "Bourgeois Pig" coffeehouse, which
- holds the translucent reflection of the full moon.
- A cigarette wedged between knuckles smoulders. MIKE takes
- the last drag with great effort, then crushes it out. He
- sits in the window sprawled across a red velvet couch that
- once perfectly complemented a faux spanish foyer.
- MATCH CUT TO:
- 2 EXT. "BOURGEOIS PIG" COFFEEHOUSE - COUCHES AND TABLE IN FRONT 2
- WINDOW - NIGHT
- ROB sits down next to Mike, pouring himself some tea.
- MIKE
- And what if I don't want to give up on
- her?
- ROB
- You don't call.
- MIKE
- But you said I shouldn't call if I
- wanted to give up on her.
- ROB
- Right.
- MIKE
- So I don't call either way.
- ROB
- Right.
- MIKE
- So what's the difference?
- ROB
- The only difference between giving up and
- not giving up is if you take her back
- when she wants to come back. See, you
- can't do anything to make her want to
- come back. You can only do things to
- make her not want to come back.
- MIKE
- So the only difference is if I forget
- about her or pretend to forget about her.
- ROB
- Right.
- MIKE
- Well that sucks.
- ROB
- It sucks.
- MIKE
- So it's almost a retroactive decision.
- So I could, like, let's say, forget about
- her and when she comes back make like I
- just pretended to forget about her.
- ROB
- Right...or more likely the opposite.
- MIKE
- Right... Wait, what do you mean?
- ROB
- I mean first you'll pretend not to care,
- not call - whatever, and then,
- eventually, you really won't care.
- MIKE
- Unless she comes back first.
- ROB
- Ah, see, that's the thing. Somehow they
- don't come back until you really don't
- care anymore.
- MIKE
- There's the rub.
- ROB
- There's the rub.
- MIKE
- Thanks, man. Sorry we always talk about
- the same thing all the time...
- ROB
- Hey man, don't sweat it.
- MIKE
- ...It's just that you've been there.
- Your advice really helps.
- ROB
- No problem.
- MIKE
- Rob, I just want you to know, you're the
- only one I can talk to about her.
- ROB
- Thanks. Thanks, man.
- DISSOLVE TO:
- 3 INT. MIKE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 3
- Close up on answering machine. Mike pushes the button.
- ANSWERING MACHINE
- (synthesized voice)
- Hello, you have five messages.
- Mike's eyes light up. He paces in anticipation as the tape
- rewinds.
- ANSWERING MACHINE
- (male voice)
- Hey, baby. It's Trent. I hope you're
- feeling better about your old girlfriend.
- I hope my advice helped...
- Mike fast-forwards to next message.
- ANSWERING MACHINE
- (synthesized voice)
- Skipping message.
- (male voice)
- Whatsup, Mike. If you want to talk some
- more about Michelle...
- (synthesized voice)
- Skipping message.
- (female voice)
- Mike, it's Chris. Feeling better yet
- about...?
- (synthesized voice)
- Skipping message.
- Tension grows with every inch of spooling tape. Did she
- leave a message?
- ANSWERING MACHINE
- (female voice)
- Hi, Mike. Did she call yet? If she
- didn't then she doesn't deserve...
- (synthesized voice)
- Skipping message.
- The last one. It's a long shot, but he's got the faith.
- ANSWERING MACHINE
- (elderly female voice)
- Michael, this is Grandma. I want to know
- if you got the part on that television
- program. I told the whole family and
- they're very excited to know if...
- (synthesized voice)
- Skipping message. End of final message.
- MIKE
- (lighting a cigarette,
- defeated)
- Shit.
- ANSWERING MACHINE
- (synthesized voice)
- You have to put things in perspective.
- MIKE
- (unfazed by the sentient
- appliance)
- I know, I know.
- ANSWERING MACHINE
- (synthesized voice)
- You've been through worse.
- MIKE
- You're right. I know.
- ANSWERING MACHINE
- (synthesized voice)
- Ever since I've known you.
- MIKE
- I don't know about that.
- ANSWERING MACHINE
- (synthesized voice)
- Moving here from New York was much more
- of an adjustment than this.
- MIKE
- It didn't feel that way.
- ANSWERING MACHINE
- (synthesized voice)
- That's because it was a challenge. You
- has control over you're situation. It
- was hard, but you rose to it.
- MIKE
- Okay. I'll think about that. Bye.
- ANSWERING MACHINE
- (synthesized voice)
- You really should. Life, after all, is
- really just a series of challenges...
- MIKE
- (growing irate)
- Enough. I've got to use the phone.
- ANSWERING MACHINE
- (synthesized voice)
- Are you calling Her?
- MIKE
- No. Stop, come on.
- The LED goes black as the machine beeps off. Mike picks up
- the phone and hits autodial.
- Machine beeps off. Phone rings again, then is answered.
- TRENT
- (over phone)
- Hello?
- MIKE
- S'up Trent?
- TRENT
- Lemme get off the other line, baby.
- We hear the clicks of call-waiting-hold limbo. The silence
- is interrupted.
- ANSWERING MACHINE
- (synthesized voice over phone)
- You should call your Grandmother.
- MIKE
- Shuddup.
- TRENT
- (returning to line)
- That was Sue. We got two parties
- tonight. One's for a modeling agency.
- MIKE
- I don't know...
- TRENT
- Listen to me, baby, there are going to be
- beautiful babies there.
- MIKE
- Trent, I don't feel like going out
- tonight. I got shit to do tomorrow...
- TRENT
- Listen to you. I got an audition for a
- pilot at nine and I'm going. You gotta
- get out with some beautiful babies. You
- can't sit home thinking about her.
- MIKE
- I don't know...
- TRENT
- I don't know, I don't know- listen to
- you. We're gonna have fun tonight. We
- gotta get you out of that stuffy
- apartment.
- MIKE
- We're gonna spend half the night driving
- around the Hills looking for this party
- and then leaving cause it sucks, then
- we're gonna look for this other party you
- heard about. But, Trent, all the parties
- and bars, they all suck. I spend half
- the night trying to talk to some girl
- who's eyes are darting around to see if
- there's someone else she should be
- talking to. And it's like I'm supposed
- to be all happy cause she's wearing a
- backpack. Half of them are nasty skanks
- who wouldn't be shit if they weren't
- surrounded by a bunch of drunken horny
- assholes. I'm not gonna be one of those
- assholes. It's fucking depressing. Some
- skank who isn't half the woman my
- girlfriend is is gonna front me? It
- makes me want to puke.
- TRENT
- (beat)
- You got it bad, baby. You need Vegas.
- MIKE
- What are you talking about? Vegas?
- TRENT
- VEGAS.
- MIKE
- What Vegas?
- TRENT
- We're going to Vegas.
- MIKE
- When?
- TRENT
- Tonight, baby.
- MIKE
- You're crazy.
- TRENT
- I'll pick you up in a half an hour.
- MIKE
- I'm not going to Vegas.
- TRENT
- Shut up- yes you are. Now listen to Tee.
- We'll stop at a cash machine on the way.
- A long thoughtful pause.
- MIKE
- I can't lose more than a hundred.
- TRENT
- Just bring your card. Half an hour.
- MIKE
- Wait.
- TRENT
- What?
- MIKE
- What are you wearing? I mean, we should
- wear suits.
- TRENT
- Oh... Now Mikey wants to be a high
- roller.
- MIKE
- No, seriously, if you're dressed nice and
- you act like you gamble a lot, they give
- you free shit.
- TRENT
- Okay Bugsy. Twenty minutes.
- MIKE
- Wear a suit, I'm telling you it works.
- TRENT
- Be downstairs. You're beautiful.
- CUT TO:
- 4 EXT. MIKE'S BUILDING - FRANKLIN AVENUE - NIGHT 4
- Mike is dressed to the nines in classic vintage threads.
- He's trying to look at ease as he straightens his cuff links.
- He approaches Trent who suavely leans against his worn down
- ride. He's a tall, slim, good-looking cat. His sharkskin
- suit hangs well on his lanky frame as it tapers to his
- ankles. Sinatra's "Come Fly With Me" on the tape deck adds
- an elegance to the scene. They exchange an impish grin and
- depart without saying a word. Maybe this isn't such a bad
- idea.
- CUT TO:
- 5 INT. TRENT'S CAR - DETAIL SHOT - SPEEDOMETER - NIGHT 5
- The NEEDLE IS PINNED. The gauges are blurred by the
- vibration of the poorly tuned engine. The SHOT WIDENS to
- reveal that the "Oil" and "Service" dummy lights are both
- illuminated, causing an eerie red glow onto TRENT's white
- knuckles.
- 6 EXT. DESERT ROAD - NIGHT 6
- Trent's car is red-lined. The SWINGERS are Vegas bound. Do
- not pass go.
- MATCH CUT TO:
- 7 INT. TRENT'S CAR - NIGHT 7
- MIKE
- (counting bills)
- I took out three hundred, but I'm only
- gonna bet with one. I figure if we buy
- a lot of chips, the pit boss will see and
- they'll comp us all sorts of shit, then
- we trade back the chips at the end of the
- night. You gotta be cool though.
- TRENT
- I'm cool, baby. They're gonna give Daddy
- a room, some breakfast, maybe Bennett's
- singing.
- MIKE
- I'm serious. This is how you do it. I'm
- telling you.
- TRENT
- I know. Daddy's gonna get the Rainman
- suite. Vegas, baby. We're going to
- Vegas!
- MIKE
- Vegas! You think we'll get there by
- midnight?
- TRENT
- Baby, we're gonna be up by five hundy by
- midnight. Vegas, baby!
- MIKE
- Vegas!
- Mike twists up the Chairman of the Board as we...
- DISSOLVE TO:
- 8 INT. TRENT'S CAR - HOURS LATER 8
- The two swingers are starting to fray around the edges but
- are unwilling to admit it to each other or themselves. Frank
- has been replaced by talk radio.
- TRENT
- Vegas, baby!
- MIKE
- Vegas!
- The needle is still buried.
- DISSOLVE TO:
- 9 INT. TRENT'S CAR - MANY HOURS LATER 9
- Sleep deprivation and desert static radio.
- TRENT
- Vegas.
- MIKE
- Vegas.
- DISSOLVE TO:
- 10 INT. TRENT'S CAR - LATER THAT NIGHT 10
- Mike is sleeping in the passenger seat.
- TRENT
- Wake up, baby.
- MIKE
- (stirring)
- Whu?
- TRENT
- Look at it, baby. Vegas, baby!
- Trent points out a mountain range. It is now the only thing
- separating them from their destination. The surreal glow of
- the desert sky is accentuated by the loud slashing of the
- cobalt and ruby lasers emanating from a source masked by
- the craggy peaks. Mike slowly stirs from his slumber. He is
- transfixed by this affrontation of nature. It is his first
- glimpse of the city without God.
- MIKE
- (in reverie)
- Vegas.
- CUT TO:
- 11 EXT. VEGAS STRIP - NIGHT 11
- The shrill cry of Basie's fat brass section heralds the
- arrival of the young swingers. Their eyes drink every watt
- of golden light as Sinatra's crooning urges them on.
- Mike has either had enough sleep or so little that it no
- longer matters. Either way, there's no turning back.
- They roll up to a casino valet. TILT UP to a skull and
- crossbones which looms overhead.
- CUT TO:
- 12 INT. TREASURE ISLAND CASINO - NIGHT 12
- The two guys walk and talk down a fluorescent hallway. It is
- well past midnight and the only patrons at this hour are
- tourists too drunk to sleep and compulsive gamblers who snuck
- out of their rooms without waking their wives.
- It is a weeknight and it is beginning to become painfully
- obvious that our boys are overdressed.
- The decor is nautical plaster. Castings of bearded men with
- primitive prosthesis clutching daggers between their teeth
- are everywhere.
- All of ye olde promenade shoppes are closed.
- MIKE
- (the first budding of
- crankiness)
- Pirates of the fucking Caribbean.
- TRENT
- This is the hot new place, besides, you
- love pirates. Tell me Mikey doesn't love
- pirates.
- MIKE
- This is fuckin' post-pubescent
- Disneyland.
- TRENT
- You gotta love the pirates, baby. The
- pirates are money.
- The corridor empties into the equally kitch CASINO.
- MIKE
- This place is dead. I thought this was
- the city that never sleeps.
- TRENT
- That's New York, baby. You should know
- that. Look at the waitresses. I'm gonna
- get me a peg-leg baby.
- MIKE
- They're all skanks.
- TRENT
- Baby, there are beautiful babies here.
- MIKE
- Tee, the beautiful babies don't work
- Wednesdays midnight to six. This is the
- skank shift.
- TRENT
- What are you talking about? Look at all
- the honeys.
- Trent contorts his face at a cute WAITRESS passing by with a
- tray of drinks.
- TRENT
- Arrrrg!
- The waitress cracks a smile as she crosses away. Mike is
- visibly embarrassed.
- MIKE
- Cut that shit out.
- TRENT
- She smiled baby.
- MIKE
- That's not cool.
- TRENT
- Did she, or did she not smile?
- MIKE
- It doesn't matter...
- TRENT
- I'm telling you, they love that shit.
- MIKE
- You're gonna screw up our plan.
- TRENT
- We're gonna get laid, baby.
- MIKE
- First let's see what happens if we play
- it cool.
- TRENT
- What? You think she's gonna tell her
- pit-boss on us?
- MIKE
- Don't make fun, I think we can get some
- free shit if we don't fuck around.
- TRENT
- Who's fucking around? I'm not making fun.
- Let's do it, baby.
- MIKE
- The trick is to look like you don't need
- it, then they give you shit for free.
- TRENT
- Well, you look money, baby. We both
- look money.
- Mike points to a semi-curtained, semi-roped-off area near the
- baccarat tables. The clientele is classier, but they're
- still obviously overdressed.
- MIKE
- (pointing)
- That's where we make our scene.
- TRENT
- You think they're watching?
- MIKE
- Oh, they're watching all right. They're
- watching.
- CUT TO:
- 13 INT. TREASURE ISLAND CASINO - THE CLASSY SECTION - NIGHT 13
- Mike is at a blackjack table with Trent at his side. The
- game has paused to observe the newcomers as Mike draws a
- billfold out of his breast pocket. They're pulling it off
- with only slightly noticeable effort.
- MIKE
- I don't know, I guess I'll start with
- three hundred in, uh, blacks.
- Mike tries to hand the DEALER a handful of twenties after
- counting them twice.
- DEALER
- On the table.
- MIKE
- Sorry?
- DEALER
- You have to lay it on the table.
- MIKE
- Uh, I don't want to bet it all.
- The other players grow impatient.
- DEALER
- You're not allowed to hand me money, sir.
- You'll have to lay it on the table if you
- want me to change it.
- MIKE
- (hastily laying down the bills)
- Oh... right.
- The dealer lays out the bills such that the amount is visible
- to the camera encased in the black glass globe overhead.
- Trent and Mike look up at it open-mouthed like turkeys in the
- rain.
- DEALER
- Blacks?
- Mike's attention is recaptured by the dealer, but Trent
- continues trying to peer through the smoked glass.
- MIKE
- Huh?
- DEALER
- You want this in black chips.
- MIKE
- Sure, that'll be fine.
- The dealer chirps out an unintelligible formality and the PIT
- BOSS chirps the response. Trent's focus whips away from the
- camera as both he and Mike stare at the pit boss ten feet
- away.
- The dealer plunks down the measly THREE CHIPS which represent
- Mike's entire cash reserve. Not quite the effect he had
- hoped for.
- The swingers stare at the chips. The players stare at the
- swingers. The dealer stares at the pit boss.
- MIKE
- Do you have anything smaller?
- DEALER
- Yes, but I'm afraid this table has a
- hundred-dollar-minimum bet. Perhaps
- you'd be more comfortable at one of our
- lower stakes tables.
- The dealer indicates a FIVE-DOLLAR TABLE across the room
- where an Hispanic woman deals to a BLUEHAIR, a BIKER, and a
- COUPLE in matching Siegfried and Roy T-shirts.
- The swingers look back to the dealer who is now flanked by
- the pit boss.
- The tense silence is broken by...
- WAITRESS
- Drinks?
- (then to Trent)
- How about you, Cap'n?
- Trent looks over to see that it's the same WAITRESS who
- flashed him a smile earlier. At first he begins to smile,
- then, remembering that he is locked in a high stakes battle
- of wills, subtly shakes her off. She smirks and starts to
- leave until she is interrupted by Mike holding up a finger.
- It's a balsy move, but everyone's watching. The kid's going
- for broke.
- MIKE
- (to the waitress, but never
- breaking eye contact with the
- dealer)
- I'll have a vodka martini, straight up,
- shaken not stirred, very dry.
- Smooth. Trent is impressed, but masks his pride.
- WAITRESS
- (under her breath cynically as
- she writes it down)
- One "James Bond".
- Ow. She exits.
- MIKE
- (regaining composure)
- No. Blacks will be fine.
- Mike throws a chip in the circle. Trent is shocked. That's
- a hundred bucks. Mike and Trent share a look. The dealer
- and the pit boss exchange glances. Bets are all down and the
- cards are meticulously dealt.
- The dealer has a two showing. Mike has been dealt a five and
- a six- eleven.
- TRENT
- (hushed tones)
- Double down.
- MIKE
- (even husheder)
- What?!?
- TRENT
- Double down, baby. You gotta double down
- on an eleven.
- MIKE
- I know, but...
- TRENT
- You gotta do it.
- MIKE
- ...but that's two hundred dollars.
- This is blood money...
- TRENT
- If we don't look like we know what we're
- doing, then we may as well...
- Everyone's waiting for them.
- MIKE
- I know.
- The dealer, the pit boss, and all the players look on as Mike
- drops ANOTHER BLACK CHIP in the circle with a barely audible,
- yet deafening, thud.
- MIKE
- (with all the nonchalance he
- can muster)
- Double down.
- A bead of sweat.
- The sharp snap of a dealt card.
- It's a seven. Eighteen.
- Disappointment twists their faces.
- Finally the dealer flips over his card.
- It's a king! Twelve. Here comes the bust...
- Flick - four. Sixteen! Here comes the bust...
- Flick - five. Twenty one. Groans all around, except for the
- swingers who watch their chips slide away in silence.
- Mike breaks the spell with a plucky smile from the pit of his
- stomach.
- MIKE
- (to the pit boss)
- Sure could use some dinner about now.
- SMASH CUT TO:
- Trent and Mike are wedged between the BLUEHAIR and the BIKER
- At the FIVE DOLLAR TABLE. They share a pile of red chips.
- TRENT
- I'm telling you, baby, you always double
- down on an eleven.
- MIKE
- Yeah? Well obviously not always!
- TRENT
- Always, baby.
- MIKE
- I'm just saying, not in this particular
- case.
- TRENT
- Always.
- MIKE
- But I lost! How can you say always?!?
- In the meantime, the Bluehair has been dealt an eleven.
- This captures the swinger's attention.
- BLUEHAIR
- Hit.
- Four. Fifteen all together.
- BLUEHAIR
- Oh... I don't know... Hit.
- Two. Seventeen. Dealer has a seven showing.
- BLUEHAIR
- What the hell- hit.
- Four! Twenty one.
- DEALER
- (with a warm smile)
- Twenty one.
- Polite applause from around the table which the Bluehair
- humbly waves off. Mike looks at Trent. Daggers. Trent
- shrugs.
- A different PIT BOSS approaches.
- PIT BOSS
- Would you care for some breakfast, ma'am?
- BLUEHAIR
- Well...? No, I shouldn't. Maybe later.
- Thank you, though.
- MIKE
- (to Trent, under his breath)
- I'm gonna fuckinkillyou.
- CUT TO:
- 14 INT. TREASURE ISLAND CASINO - CASHIER'S WINDOW - NIGHT 14
- Mike is presented a stack of twenties by the CASHIER, who
- counts them out. Trent looks on.
- CASHIER
- ...eighty... one hundred... one hundred
- and twenty dollars. We hope to see you
- back on the high seas soon.
- (polite smile)
- Mike throws her a disgusted look, then turns to go. Trent
- struggles to cheer him up.
- TRENT
- What's that? One twenty? You're up
- twenty bucks, baby.
- Mike throws him a disgusted glare.
- TRENT
- ... Well, you know, not counting the
- first table.
- MIKE
- Thanks for clarifying that.
- TRENT
- Hey, man, I'm down too, you know.
- MIKE
- Yea, how much?
- TRENT
- I don't know, what? Thirty, Forty maybe.
- MIKE
- Don't give me that shit. You know
- exactly how much you lost. What'd you
- drop?
- TRENT
- Twenty... but I was down at least fifty.
- I'm sorry, I got hot at the crap table.
- MIKE
- You won. There's nothing to be sorry
- about. You're a winner. I'm the fuckin
- loser. I should be sorry.
- TRENT
- Baby, don't talk like that, baby.
- MIKE
- Let's just leave.
- TRENT
- Baby, you're money. You're the big
- winner.
- MIKE
- Let's go.
- TRENT
- (condescending)
- Who's the big winner?
- Mike looks away, shaking his head in disgust.
- TRENT
- (lifting Mike's reluctant hand
- from the wrist like a boxing
- champ)
- Mikey's the big winner.
- MIKE
- (shaking his head to hide a
- smirk)
- What an asshole.
- TRENT
- Okay, Tee's the asshole, but Mikey's the
- big winner.
- The same WAITRESS from before approaches the swingers as they
- are about to leave.
- WAITRESS
- There you two are. I walked around for
- an hour with that stupid martini on my
- tray.
- MIKE
- Sorry. We got knocked out pretty
- quickly.
- CHRISTY
- (sarcasm?)
- A couple of high rollers like you?
- MIKE
- Could you believe it?
- CHRISTY
- Wait here, I'll get you that martini.
- MIKE
- Nah, I didn't really want it anyway. I
- just wanted to order it.
- CHRISTY
- Can I get you something else? I mean,
- you shouldn't leave without getting
- something for free.
- MIKE
- No thanks. Why ruin a perfect night.
- TRENT
- (condescending)
- Bring a James Bond for me and my boy
- Mikey, and if you tell the bartender to
- go easy on the water...
- (holds up a half-dollar)
- ...this Kennedy has your name on it. Now
- run along, I'm timing you.
- The waitress smiles in spite of herself, shakes her head, and
- walks away.
- MIKE
- What an asshole.
- TRENT
- That was money. Tell me that wasn't
- money.
- MIKE
- That was so demeaning...
- TRENT
- She smiled, baby.
- MIKE
- I can't believe what an asshole you are.
- TRENT
- Did she, or did she not smile.
- MIKE
- She was smiling at what an asshole you
- are.
- TRENT
- She was smiling at how money I am, baby.
- MIKE
- Let's go. I'm not paying for a room, and
- if we don't leave now we'll never make
- it.
- TRENT
- Leave? The honey-baby's bringing us some
- cocktails.
- MIKE
- What are you, nuts? You think she's
- coming back?
- TRENT
- I know she's coming back.
- MIKE
- I don't think so.
- TRENT
- Baby, did you hear her? "You shouldn't
- leave without getting something for
- free." She wants to party, baby.
- MIKE
- You think so?
- TRENT
- You gotta give Tee one thing. He's good
- with the ladies.
- MIKE
- I'm too tired for this. Let's just go.
- TRENT
- Baby, this is what we came for. We met
- a beautiful baby and she likes you.
- MIKE
- She likes you.
- TRENT
- Whatever. We'll see. Daddy's gonna get
- her to bring a friend. We'll both get
- one. I don't care if I'm with her or one
- of her beautiful baby friends.
- MIKE
- I don't know...
- TRENT
- You gotta get that girl out of your head.
- It's time to move on. You're a stylish,
- successful, good looking cat. The ladies
- want to love you, you just gotta let
- them.
- MIKE
- That's bullshit.
- TRENT
- It's not. You're money. Any of these
- ladies would be lucky to pull a cat like
- you.
- MIKE
- It's just that I've been out of the game
- so long. Trent, I was with her for six
- years. That's before AIDS. I'm scared.
- I don't know how to talk to them, I don't
- know...
- TRENT
- You can't think like that, baby. It's
- hard, I know. I've been there. Not for
- six years, but I know. You just gotta
- get back out there.
- MIKE
- It's just tough, after sleeping with
- someone you love for so long, to be with
- someone new... who doesn't know what I
- like... and you gotta wear a jimmy...
- TRENT
- ... gotta...
- MIKE
- ... and then I'm struggling to impress
- some chick who's not half as classy as my
- girlfriend, who I'm not even really
- attracted to...
- TRENT
- Oh fuck that. You don't have to try and
- impress anyone. You think I give a shit?
- You think I sweat that skanky whore
- waitress...
- Tee is interrupted by the WAITRESS who, thank God, barely
- missed his comment.
- TRENT
- (recovering, looking at watch)
- ... One fifty-nine, Two minutes.
- WAITRESS
- Two vodka martinis, straight up, shaken
- not stirred, very dry, easy on the water.
- TRENT
- Beautiful. What time are you off...
- (reads nameplate)
- ... Christy?
- WAITRESS
- Six.
- Mike can't believe it. Tee is just making it happen.
- TRENT
- Call a friend and have her meet the three
- of us at the Landlubber Lounge at 6:01.
- (Trent throws the half-dollar
- on her tray)
- SMASH CUT TO:
- 15 INT. TREASURE ISLAND CASINO - COFFEE SHOP - SAME NIGHT 15
- Trent and Mike are looking at menus. They're smoking at the
- table because the can.
- MIKE
- That was so fuckin' money. It was like
- that "Jedi mind" shit.
- TRENT
- That's what I'm telling you, baby. The
- babies love that stuff. They don't want
- all that sensitive shit. You start
- talking to them about puppy dogs and ice
- cream. They know what you want. What do
- you think? You think they don't?
- MIKE
- I know. I know.
- TRENT
- They know what you want, believe me.
- Pretending is just a waste of time.
- You're gonna take them there eventually
- anyway. Don't apologize for it.
- MIKE
- I'm just trying to be a gentleman, show
- some respect...
- TRENT
- Respect, my ass. They respect honesty.
- You see how they dress when they go out?
- They want to be noticed. You're just
- showing them it's working. You gotta get
- off this respect kick, baby. There aint
- nothing wrong with letting them now that
- you're money and that you want to party.
- The COFFEE SHOP WAITRESS approaches the table. She's cute,
- but not nearly as hot as Christy.
- WAITRESS
- Are you ready to order?
- MIKE
- Coffee...
- (points to Trent, who nods)
- Two coffees. It says "Breakfast Any
- Time", right?
- WAITRESS
- That's right.
- MIKE
- I'll have "pancakes in the Age of
- Enlightenment".
- It goes over like a lead balloon.
- WAITRESS
- And you?
- TRENT
- I'll have the Blackbeard over easy.
- WAITRESS
- I'll be back with the coffee.
- She takes the menus and goes.
- TRENT
- (genuinely)
- Nice, baby.
- MIKE
- I should've said Renaissance, right? It
- went over her head.
- TRENT
- Baby, you did fine.
- MIKE
- (disgusted with himself)
- "Age of Enlightenment". Shit. Like some
- waitress in a Las Vegas coffee shop is
- going to get an obscure French
- philosophical reference. How demeaning.
- I may as well have just said "Let me jump
- your ignorant bones."...
- TRENT
- ...Baby...
- MIKE
- ... It's just, I thought "Renaissance"
- was too Excaliber, it's the wrong casino.
- She would've gotten it, though...
- TRENT
- You did fine. Don't sweat her. We're
- meeting our honeys soon. You know
- Christy's friend is going to be money.
- MIKE
- I hope so.
- (checks watch)
- We gotta go soon.
- TRENT
- Baby, relax. It's just down the hall.
- She's gotta change... we'll be fine.
- MIKE
- We didn't do so bad after all.
- TRENT
- Baby, we're money.
- Mike tries to catch the attention of their waitress, who is
- passing with a huge platter containing a BREAKFAST BANQUET.
- MIKE
- Excuse me. We're in a bit of a hurry.
- WAITRESS
- Hang on, Voltaire.
- She passes their table and sets the ENTIRE FEAST in front of
- the BLUEHAIR from the casino who sits alone.
- BLUEHAIR
- I said two lox platters. This isn't
- thirty dollars worth of food. I have a
- thirty dollar voucher. This isn't my
- first time in Vegas, you know.
- CUT TO:
- 16 INT. TREASURE ISLAND CASINO - LANDLUBBER LOUNGE - SAME NIGHT 16
- Christy is at the bar wearing acid-washed jeans with a
- matching denim top. She's sexy in a pathetic mid-eighties
- sort of way. She's sitting next to a pretty brunette, LISA,
- dressed in a similar fashion.
- There is something bizarre about her appearance. Her hair is
- tied into long pig-tails with powder blue ribbons. Her
- makeup job is almost theatrical, with bright pink/red lips.
- She can't be that out of it, or can she?
- The girls have already been flanked by a herd of potential
- COURTIERS.
- The SWINGERS saunter up to the girls in a smooth, SLOW-MOTION
- SHOT.
- The girls notice them.
- The courtiers sense their rejection and part like the Red Sea
- for the swingers in perfect slow-motion choreography.
- CHRISTY
- Hi, boys, we almost gave up on you.
- TRENT
- Oh, are we late? There are no clocks in
- this town.
- CHRISTY
- Well, no harm done. This is Lisa. I'm
- sorry, I never got your names...
- MIKE
- I'm Mike...
- (with contempt)
- and this is my friend "Doubledown Trent".
- TRENT
- (working the bit)
- Stop.
- (then to the girls)
- Ladies, don't you double down on an
- eleven?
- CHRISTY
- Always...
- LISA
- No matter what... like splitting aces.
- MIKE
- Whatever.
- TRENT
- Hello, Lisa. I'm Trent. What a lovely
- makeup job.
- CHRISTY
- Lisa works at the MGM Grand...
- LISA
- (apologetically)
- I'm a "Dorothy".
- TRENT
- (trying to sell her to Mike)
- Oh... a Dorothy.
- MIKE
- Well... we're not in Kansas anymore.
- Another lead balloon. Uncomfortable silence.
- CHRISTY
- What do you guys do?
- MIKE
- I'm a comedian.
- More uncomfortable silence.
- LISA
- Do you ever perform out here? I'd love
- to see you.
- MIKE
- No...
- LISA
- You should. A lot of comics play Vegas.
- MIKE
- Well, I'm afraid it's not that easy...
- LISA
- Why not?
- MIKE
- There are different circuits... it's hard
- to explain... you wouldn't understand...
- LISA
- Who's your booking agent?
- MIKE
- (flustered)
- Oh? You know about booking agents... I
- don't, uh, actually have a west coast
- agent as of yet...
- LISA
- Well, who represents you back east?
- MIKE
- Actually, it's funny you... I'm
- actually, uh, between...
- LISA
- What do you do, Trent?
- TRENT
- I'm a producer.
- BOTH GIRLS
- Wow... Oooh... Ahhh...
- Mike rolls his eyes at how full of shit he is.
- CHRISTY
- Listen, I'm not really allowed to drink
- here. We should go someplace else.
- How's my place?
- The swingers exchange a glance.
- Beat.
- TRENT & MIKE
- Sounds good to me... Fine... Sure
- CUT TO:
- 17 EXT. CHRISTY'S TRAILER - EARLY MORNING 17
- Establishing shot of an Airstream trailer dug into the desert
- on chocks. Trent's car and two El Caminos are parked out
- front.
- 18 INT. CHRISTY'S TRAILER - SAME 18
- The foursome, now somewhat more intimate, sit huddled around
- the fold-out table.
- They've been drinking whiskey and long-neck Buds, judging by
- the recyclables.
- The pairings seems to be Trent/Christy, Mike/Lisa.
- The cramped compartment is filled with secondary smoke and
- laughter.
- TRENT
- No... no... The worst was when I went in
- for this After-School special and I'm
- sitting in the waiting room with all
- these little kids. I see they're all
- signed in for the same role as me...
- CHRISTY
- They were auditioning for the same role
- as you?
- TRENT
- Wait... Wait... Listen... So, I check the
- time and place. I'm where I'm supposed
- to be. I call my agent... She says they
- asked for me specifically...
- MIKE
- What was the part?
- TRENT
- Oh... "I love you... I can't believe
- you're doing this... Drugs are bad..."
- Whatever. After-School bullshit. The
- role is Brother.
- MIKE
- "Big Brother", "Little Brother"?
- TRENT
- Wait... Wait... Just "Brother". So I go
- in. "Hello... Hi... We loved your guest
- spot on Baywatch... blah blah blah..."
- Whatever. So, I start to read, and,
- Mikey, I was money. I prepared for a
- week. It's a starring role. I'm
- crying... The casting director, she
- starts crying...
- MIKE
- No!
- TRENT
- Yes!
- LISA
- Oh my God.
- CHRISTY
- Did you get it?
- TRENT
- Wait... She's crying. I finish. I hold
- up my finger like "Wait a second". They
- sit in silence for, like, at least five
- minutes. I look up and they all start
- clapping, and now they're all crying.
- Even the camera guy.
- MIKE
- No! Not the camera guy!
- TRENT
- I'm telling you!
- LISA
- So what happened?
- TRENT
- So, I swear to God this is exactly what
- he said. The producer says to me... now
- he's still crying... he says to me that
- I was great, that that was exactly what
- they were looking for...
- MIKE
- ... So give me the fuckin part...
- TRENT
- Right? ... that I nailed it... Whatever.
- Then he says it's just that I'm a little
- old. I'm like "How old is the
- Brother?". He's like, he says this with
- a straight face, I swear to God, he says
- "Eleven."
- MIKE
- So, what'd you say to him? "Double
- down."?
- They all crack up even more.
- TRENT
- It's like, you looked at my tape. You
- saw my picture. Why did you call me in?
- You knew I was twenty-four.
- CHRISTY
- What an asshole.
- MIKE
- I believe it.
- The room dies down. The girls settle into the arms of their
- men. There's a lot of body language and pheromones, but not
- a lot of words.
- CHRISTY
- How rude of me. I haven't given you the
- tour.
- She gets up and leads Trent into the sleeping compartment to
- the rear. The door slaps shut.
- Mike and Lisa, in all her made-up glory, look into each
- others eyes.
- CUT TO:
- 19 INT. CHRISTY'S TRAILER - SLEEPING COMPARTMENT - SAME 19
- Trent is already at work. He's smooth. A cascade of stuffed
- animals tumble off the bed with every thrust. Clothes start
- to peel off.
- Trent takes a breather. He takes a step to the door.
- TRENT
- Let me just check on my boy.
- CHRISTY
- Don't worry. He's in good hands.
- Trent cracks the door and peers through. The light is dim,
- but he can make out that they're starting to neck.
- He closes the door, satisfied.
- CHRISTY
- (coyly)
- What a good friend. I can use a friend
- like you.
- (she beckons him back to bed)
- CUT TO:
- 20 INT. CHRISTY'S TRAILER - FRONT ROOM - SAME 20
- What seemed like necking is actually Lisa and Mike huddled
- tight having an intimate conversation.
- LISA
- (reassuring)
- I'm sure she'll call. Six years is a
- long time. You don't just break it off
- cleanly after six years.
- MIKE
- I know, but she did. She's with someone
- else now...
- LISA
- Already? You poor thing. It won't last.
- MIKE
- Why not?
- LISA
- It's a rebound.
- MIKE
- We were a rebound, and we lasted six
- years.
- LISA
- Yeah, but how long was the relationship
- she was rebounding from?
- MIKE
- Six years.
- Beat.
- MIKE
- Can I check my messages? I have a
- calling card.
- LISA
- Sure, I guess. The phone's in the back.
- Mike gets up and approaches the door.
- MIKE
- Sorry, it's just that...
- LISA
- I understand.
- Mike lightly knocks on the door.
- MIKE
- Trent...
- (knock knock)
- Tee.
- The door cracks.
- MIKE
- Sorry, man, I need...
- Trent pokes a CONDOM through the door.
- MIKE
- No, man. I need to use the phone.
- TRENT
- What?
- MIKE
- I gotta use the phone.
- TRENT
- Baby, you'll check them tomorrow.
- MIKE
- Please, Tee. I have to use the phone.
- Sorry, man.
- TRENT
- Hold on.
- The door closes.
- MIKE
- (to Lisa)
- I hope I'm not interrupting anything.
- They weren't in there that long.
- Lisa reassuringly shakes her head.
- Beat.
- Christy walks out wearing only Trent's sharkskin jacket as a
- robe.
- Trent follows with a towel wrapped around his waist.
- Trent glares at Mike as they pass. Daggers.
- MIKE
- (apologizing to Christy as she
- exits)
- I've got a calling card, there's no
- charge to your phone.
- CUT TO:
- 21 INT. CHRISTY'S TRAILER - SLEEPING COMPARTMENT - SAME 21
- Mike dials.
- BACK TO:
- 22 INT. CHRISTY'S TRAILER - FRONT ROOM - SAME 22
- Half naked Trent and Christy sit with fully clothed Lisa.
- CHRISTY
- (to Lisa)
- The poor thing. Six years?
- LISA
- ... And she's with someone else.
- CHRISTY
- The poor thing. I'll make some coffee.
- Trent is not happy.
- BACK TO:
- 23 INT. CHRISTY'S TRAILER - SLEEPING COMPARTMENT - SAME 23
- Mike is on the phone.
- ANSWERING MACHINE
- (synthesized voice)
- She didn't call.
- Disappointment pulls at Mike's brow.
- BACK TO:
- 24 INT. CHRISTY'S TRAILER - FRONT ROOM - SAME 24
- The girls clean up the bottles and ashtrays. The coffee is
- brewing. The shades are up. It's officially morning.
- Trent's chin is in his hand. He radiates the blue tinge of
- glandular congestion. He'll have no part of any of this.
- CHRISTY
- He's so sweet. He really said that?
- LISA
- I believe it too. He really just wants
- her to be happy.
- CHRISTY
- He is so sweet.
- Mike enters.
- The girls immediately stop their chatter and look at him in
- anticipation.
- Mike shakes his head "no".
- The girls walk to embrace him in consolation.
- BOTH GIRLS
- Awwww.
- Trent just shakes his head. He'll have no part of any of
- this.
- CUT TO:
- 25 EXT. DESERT ROAD - DAY 25
- Establishing whot of Trent's car heading back to L.A. on the
- northbound I-15. The speeding car is dwarfed by the
- expansive badlands.
- 26 EXT. TRENT'S CAR - DESERT ROAD - SAME 26
- MIKE
- She asked me what I was thinking about?
- What should I have done? Lie?
- TRENT
- You didn't have to get into it, baby.
- MIKE
- Sorry about interrupting...
- TRENT
- Don't worry about me, baby. I just
- wanted you to have a good time.
- MIKE
- Christy was nice...
- TRENT
- I didn't even like her, to be honest.
- MIKE
- She was hot.
- TRENT
- She really didn't do it for me, baby.
- How'd you like Dorothy?
- MIKE
- I don't know. The whole Judy Garland
- thing kind of turned me on. Does that
- makes me some kind of fag?
- TRENT
- No, baby. You're money.
- MIKE
- She didn't like me, anyway.
- TRENT
- She thought you were money.
- MIKE
- I don't think so.
- TRENT
- I heard them talking. They both thought
- you were money.
- MIKE
- Yeah, a good friend.
- TRENT
- Baby, you take yourself out of the game.
- You start talking about puppy dogs and
- ice cream, of course it's gonna be on the
- friend tip.
- MIKE
- I just don't think she liked me in that
- way.
- TRENT
- Baby, you're so money you don't even
- know it.
- MIKE
- Tee, girls don't go for me the way they
- go for you.
- TRENT
- Michelle went for you, right.
- MIKE
- That was different.
- TRENT
- How?
- MIKE
- I was younger... It was college. You
- didn't go to college, you don't know what
- it's like. You screw chicks you have no
- business being with. They're young, they
- don't know any better.
- TRENT
- That's just plain silly. Your self-
- esteem is just low because she's with
- someone else. But thinking about it and
- talking about it all the time is bad.
- It's no good, man. You gotta get out
- there. The ladies want to love you,
- baby.
- MIKE
- I just need some time...
- TRENT
- Why? So you can beat yourself up?
- Sitting around in that stuffy apartment.
- It's just plain bad for you, man. It's
- depressing. You've come so far.
- Remember the first week? After she told
- you? You couldn't even eat.
- MIKE
- Don't remind me.
- TRENT
- You just sat around drinking orange
- juice. Now look at you. Look how far
- you've come in just a few months. You
- got that part in that movie...
- MIKE
- ... a day...
- TRENT
- ... Whatever. It's work. You're doing
- what you love. What's she doing?
- MIKE
- Selling scrap metal.
- TRENT
- (smiles)
- See? And what does this guy she's with
- do?
- MIKE
- He drives a carriage.
- TRENT
- What?!?
- MIKE
- (smiling)
- I hear he drives a carriage around
- Central Park or something.
- TRENT
- Please. And you're sweating him?
- You're "all that" and you're sweating
- some lawn jockey?
- MIKE
- I hear she's getting real fat.
- TRENT
- Baby, she's the one who should be
- thinking about you. Sounds to me like
- you cut loose some dead weight. Trust
- me, Mikey, you're better off.
- Trent cranks some Frank. "You Make Me Feel So Young".
- Mike is finally, genuinely, smiling.
- He turns down the music enough to talk.
- MIKE
- I'm gonna try. I'm really gonna try.
- Trent just smiles and cranks Frank back up
- 27 EXT. DESERT ROAD - SAME 27
- Trent's car drives off into the distance. A sign reads:
- "Los Angeles - 270 miles".
- DISSOLVE TO:
- 28 EXT. PITCH AND PUTT GOLF COURSE - LOS FELIZ - DAY 28
- Establishing shot of MIKE and ROB teeing off with nine irons.
- Rob wears a Yale sweatshirt. Mike wears one from Queens
- College. A Mets cap shades his eyes. Neither have shaved
- and, odds are, neither showered. They each carry a loose
- nine blade and putter as they wander to their lie.
- ROB
- I don't think I'm gonna take it.
- MIKE
- I's a gig.
- ROB
- I mean, I need the money.
- MIKE
- You're an actor. Find the Zen in the
- role.
- ROB
- It's definitely a step back for me.
- MIKE
- Look, there's not much of a call for
- Shakespeare in this town.
- ROB
- There's just something about being
- "Goofy". Any other Disney character
- would be fine. There's just this stigma
- associated with the character.
- MIKE
- What do you want? You're tall.
- ROB
- Do you realize how hard it's going to be
- to tell my parents? I still haven't told
- them I didn't get the pilot.
- MIKE
- You tested over a month ago. I'm sure
- they figured it out by now.
- ROB
- It's like "Hi, Mom. I'm not going to be
- starring in that sit-com and, oh by the
- way, I'm Goofy. Send more money."
- They split up and both over-chip the green miserably.
- CUT TO:
- 29 EXT. PUTTING GREEN - PITCH AND PUTT GOLF COURSE - SAME 29
- Mike and Rob putt.
- MIKE
- Haven't you noticed I didn't mention
- Michelle once today?
- ROB
- I didn't want to say anything.
- MIKE
- Why?
- ROB
- I don't know. It's like not talking to
- a pitcher in the midst of a no hitter.
- MIKE
- What? Like, you didn't want to jinx it?
- ROB
- Kinda.
- MIKE
- I don't talk about her that much.
- ROB
- Oh no?
- MIKE
- I didn't mention her once today.
- ROB
- Well, until now. Tend the pin.
- Mike pulls out the flag for Rob's putt. He misses.
- MIKE
- The only reason I mentioned her at all is
- to say that I'm not going to talk about
- her anymore. I thought you'd appreciate
- that.
- ROB
- I do. Good for you, man.
- MIKE
- I've decided to get out there.
- (re: the ball)
- Go ahead. Play it out.
- Rob putts the "gimme". He misses by an inch.
- MIKE
- I'm not making any more excuses for
- myself.
- Rob taps it in. He tends the pin or Mike, who misses.
- ROB
- Good to hear, Mikey.
- Mike putts again, and misses.
- MIKE
- You want to hit the town tonight?
- ROB
- I shouldn't, Mike, it's a weeknight.
- MIKE
- What do you have? A Pluto call back?
- ROB
- Sure. Kick me when I'm down.
- Mike plunks it in.
- MIKE
- Count 'em up.
- The two of them count and recount as they revisualize each
- shot in their head. Throughout the process they count under
- their breath and point to different parts of the fairway and
- green.
- The two of them revolve, point, and mumble for an absurdly
- long amount of time until finally...
- ROB
- How many strokes?
- MIKE
- I don't know. Eight or Nine.
- ROB
- I'll give you an eight.
- (writes score)
- MIKE
- What'd you get?
- ROB
- An eight.
- MIKE
- Looks like we're in a dead heat after one
- hole. This is turning into quite a
- rivalry.
- Rob points to the far-off crowd of a dozen IRATE GOLFERS
- Waiting to tee off.
- ROB
- You better replace the pin, Chi-Chi. The
- natives look restless.
- CUT TO:
- 30 INT. SUE'S APARTMENT - HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD - EVENING 30
- First of all, SUE is a guy, and a tough guy at that. He is
- wearing an L.A. Kings home jersey. His sweater bears the
- sacred number "99". Sue is lounging in front of the TV in
- army surplus khaki cutoffs and untied Doc Martin boots.
- Sue brushes back a shock of straight, greasy, dirty blonde
- hair as not to obscure his view of the screen. His face
- glows with the reflection of the SEGA HOCKEY game on the set.
- Sue and TRENT are locked in a heavily contested battle of
- motor reflexes. Nothing moves but their eyes, thumbs, and
- mouths...
- SUE
- Bitch... You little bitch!
- TRENT
- Chelios to Roenick...!
- MIKE looks on. He is more captivated with the simulated
- sporting event than the Clippers game on the TV across the
- room.
- Electric guitars blaze over the stereo.
- The room, like the guys, could use a spring cleaning. Pizza
- boxes, beer bottles, and full, full ashtrays. You can taste
- the smoke.
- SUE
- You little bitch!
- MIKE
- Hey Sue. Gretsky's on his ass again.
- TRENT
- Because he's a bitch.
- SUE
- That's so bullshit. This is so bullshit.
- MIKE
- You should play another team. The Kings
- are bitches in this game.
- SUE
- Hey, man. I took the Kings to the Cup.
- TRENT
- ... against the computer.
- SUE
- They're a finesse team...
- TRENT
- They're a bitch team... SCORE!
- Roenick!
- SUE
- Fuck!!! That is so bullshit!
- MIKE
- Give it up, Sue.
- The PHONE RINGS. Sue picks it up and balances it on his
- shoulder as he plays.
- SUE
- Hello?
- (re: game)
- Shit!
- (back to phone)
- Yeah. The elevator doesn't work.
- (he lets the phone drop. Then
- to Mike)
- It's Pink Dot. Buzz him in - hit nine.
- Mike picks up the phone off the matted shag carpet. He
- pushes "9", listens, then hangs up.
- TRENT
- I wish the game still had fights so I
- could bitch-slap Wayne.
- MIKE
- This version doesn't have fighting?
- TRENT
- No. Doesn't that suck?
- MIKE
- What? That was the best part of the old
- game.
- SUE
- I don't know. I guess kids were hitting
- each other or something.
- TRENT
- You could make their heads bleed, though.
- SUE
- Yeah... If you hit them hard their heads
- bleed all over the ice and their legs
- convulse.
- MIKE
- No.
- TRENT
- Yeah.
- SUE
- It's kinda money, actually.
- MIKE
- Make someone bleed.
- SUE
- No, man, we're in the play-offs.
- TRENT
- I'll make Gretsky bleed, the little
- bitch.
- The DELIVERY MAN knocks on the door.
- SUE
- Pause it.
- (Trent pauses the game)
- MIKE
- Give me the money. I'll get it.
- While Sue gives Mike the money, Trent UNPAUSES the game and
- checks Gretsky into the boards, leaving him writhing in a
- pool of red pixels.
- SUE
- You bitch!
- Sue dives onto Trent. They wrestle a little too
- rambunctiously for indoors. Trent pulls the hockey sweater
- over Sue's head and starts wailing on his back.
- Mike crosses. The CAMERA follows him down a shallow hallway
- to the door. He unlocks it.
- A delivery man of eastern-hemispheric decent is out of breath
- from four flights of stairs. He hands Mike a twelve-pack of
- Bud cans and three packs of Marlboro reds.
- He can HEAR, but NOT SEE, the chaos ensuing in the living
- room.
- CUT TO:
- 31 INT. SUE'S LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS 31
- Trent and Sue are flushed. They pause long enough to torment
- Mike.
- TRENT
- (feigning homosexuality)
- Is he cute? Ask him if he wants to stay
- for a cocktail!
- SUE
- (following suit)
- ... Is he brown?
- BACK TO:
- 32 INT. SUE'S DOORWAY - CONTINUOUS 32
- Mike forces an apologetic smile. He is embarrassed. The
- delivery man doesn't seem to understand any of this.
- Mike, out of guilt, hands him a four dollar tip. This he
- seems to understand. He smiles and leaves.
- Mike crosses back to the main room.
- MIKE
- You guys are such assholes.
- TRENT
- (continuing the gag)
- Aww... He got away?
- SUE
- (untangling himself from
- Trent)
- Gimme my reds. I've been jonesing for an
- hour.
- Mike throws him a pack of smokes, which he unravels with
- surgical precision.
- Cans of beer are tossed around and cracked.
- MIKE
- What time's this party tonight?
- TRENT
- It starts at eight...
- SUE
- ... which means no one will get there
- 'til ten.
- MIKE
- So, what? Eleven?
- TRENT & SUE
- Midnight.
- MIKE
- I'm gonna bring and old friend who just
- moved out here.
- TRENT
- Who? Rob?
- MIKE
- Yeah. You met him once.
- TRENT
- (approvingly)
- Yeah. He's a "rounder".
- SUE
- What's he do?
- MIKE
- He's trying to be an actor.
- TRENT
- What a surprise...
- SUE
- ... How novel.
- CUT TO:
- 33 EXT. DARK ALLEY - OFF OF HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - SEEDY - NIGHT 33
- MIKE and ROB walk down the dirty deserted alleyway. Mike is
- wearing baggy slacks, Doc Martin shoes, and an oversized
- Eisenhower-cut jacket with a vertical stripe inset. The
- collar is large and pointy, but definitely not seventies.
- His ensemble has more of an early sixties vibe.
- Rob hasn't been at it quite as long. He's wearing worn-in
- Levies over worn-in boots and, the nineties standby, an
- untucked flannel.
- Mike walks with purpose. He intermittently tries to pull
- open locked steel doors along the alley. Rob looks confused.
- ROB
- So, if the party starts at eight, why are
- we first going to a bar at ten?
- MIKE
- To get a drink before we meet the guys
- for a bite at eleven.
- ROB
- Oh.
- (beat)
- Where is this place?
- MIKE
- (pulling handle)
- It's one of these. For some reason, cool
- bars in L.A. have to be very hard to find
- and have no signs out front.
- ROB
- That doesn't sound too good for business.
- MIKE
- (pull)
- It's kinda like a speakeasy kind of
- thing. It's kinda cool. It's like
- you're in on some kind of secret. You
- tell a chick you've been some place, it's
- like bragging that you know how to find
- it. The only way you could know where a
- place is is if someone who knows brought
- you there. You have to have someone come
- before. There is a direct line
- connecting you back to the original,
- unequivocally cool, club patrons. It's
- kinda like Judaism...
- ROB
- Sounds more like Aids...
- MIKE
- ... That's probably a more appropriate
- analogy.
- At this point they come upon an unmarked BLACK METAL DOOR,
- which Mike successfully pulls open to reveal...
- 34 INT. "THE ROOM" - HOLLYWOOD BAR - SAME 34
- A smoke-filled, windowless, black-walled room. There are
- several round padded booths lining the walls. The place is
- packed, and the funk standard "Brick House" throbs over the
- P.A..
- A HANDHELD SHOT as the two guys serpentine to the mirrored
- bar at the far end of the room. Enshrined in its center is
- a framed photograph of SINATRA smiling in approval as he
- presides over the evening's activities.
- Mike proudly points out the photo to Rob.
- MIKE
- Kinda money, huh?
- ROB
- (smiling)
- Classy.
- Mike catches the attention of a cute female BARTENDER.
- MIKE
- I'll get a Dewars rocks...
- (looks to Rob)
- ROB
- Bud.
- MIKE
- ...A Dewars on the rocks and a Bud,
- please.
- She goes.
- ROB
- I can't get over how cute the girls in
- this city are.
- MIKE
- I know. It's like the opposite of
- inbreeding. The hottest one percent from
- around the world migrate to this gene
- pool.
- ROB
- Darwinism at its best.
- MIKE
- I've been around here six months and I
- still can't get over it.
- ROB
- It's like, every day I see a beautiful
- woman. I'm not used to that. I'm used
- to seeing a beautiful woman, I don't
- know, once a week. I can't handle it.
- MIKE
- Wait till summer. I swear, you can't
- leave the house. It hurts. It
- physically hurts.
- ROB
- I can't wait till I actually get to touch
- one of them.
- MIKE
- Ah, there's the rub...
- ROB
- There's the rub.
- The bartender serves them their drinks.
- CHARLES
- (o.s.)
- Whassup Mikey?
- Mike turns to see CHARLES. A young black man with a tight
- Dolomite fro. He wears a black leather blazer over a black
- turtleneck. Just look up "cool" in the dictionary.
- A handshake turns into a hug.
- MIKE
- Charles! What's up, man?
- CHARLES
- Oh. You know.
- MIKE
- Did you, um, did you get that pilot?
- CHARLES
- No, man. I know you didn't get it 'cause
- you wouldn't've asked me. It wasn't that
- funny anyway...
- MIKE
- ... piece of shit. Listen, Charles, this
- is my friend Rob from Back East.
- Shake.
- CHARLES
- Hi.
- ROB
- My pleasure.
- MIKE
- Charles and me went to network on this
- pilot together.
- ROB
- I just tested for one...
- MIKE
- ... yeah, a month ago.
- CHARLES
- Oh, I'm sorry. How'd your folks take it?
- ROB
- I haven't heard an official "no" yet.
- CHARLES
- You haven't told then, huh?
- ROB
- No.
- CHARLES
- I still haven't told my folks I didn't
- get "Deepspace 9". You'd think they'd'a
- figured it out by now, but Mom keeps
- asking...
- MIKE
- ... and boy does it hurt when they ask.
- CHARLES
- I don't even tell them about anything I'm
- close on anymore...
- MIKE
- ... not until you book it...
- CHARLES
- ... and even then...
- MIKE
- ... you might get cut out.
- ROB
- I'm considering taking a job as a
- "Goofy".
- CHARLES
- Hey, man. At least it's Disney.
- MIKE
- You want to come with us to a party at
- the Chateau Marmont? They got a bungalow
- and lots of beautiful babies.
- CHARLES
- (yelling over the roar of the
- wall to wall crowd)
- Why not? This place is dead anyway.
- CUT TO:
- 35 INT. "SWINGERS DINER" - BEVERLY BLVD. - LATER THAT NIGHT 35
- MIKE, TRENT, SUE, CHARLES, and ROB sit around the round
- scotch-plaid corner booth of the retro-hip coffee shop. All
- of our boys, with the exception of Rob, are classily dressed.
- They wear a lot of black, brown, and gray with a splash of
- gold and maroon.
- The CAMERA REVOLVES around the table in a repeating
- "Reservoir Dogs" style over the shoulder 360 DEGREE PAN.
- TRENT
- ... No, baby. I got a better one. You
- gotta admit the steadycam shot in
- "Goodfellas" was the money...
- ROB
- ... through the basement of that
- restaurant...
- MIKE
- ... the Copa, in New York...
- TRENT
- ... through the kitchen...
- CHARLES
- ... I heard it took four days to light
- for that shot...
- ROB
- ... Four days..?
- SUE
- ... I don't know about four days...
- CHARLES
- ... That's what I heard...
- MIKE
- ... Maybe. I mean you gotta hide all the
- lights...
- TRENT
- ... It looked money.
- SUE
- ... Not as money as the shot from
- Reservoir Dogs...
- ROB
- ... Which one?
- SUE
- ... In the beginning. When they're
- walking in slow motion...
- MIKE
- ... How can you compare them? Tarantino
- totally bites everything from Scorsese...
- SUE
- ... He's derivative...
- TRENT
- ... You gotta admit, it looked money...
- CHARLES
- .... I heard they made that whole movie
- for ten grand...
- ROB
- ... What's the big deal? Everyone steals
- from everyone.
- MIKE
- (checking his watch)
- Well, let's hit that party.
- CUT TO:
- 36 EXT. SUNSET BOULEVARD - HEADLIGHTS AND NEON - NIGHT 36
- The five swingers walk down the boulevard in a SLO-MO SHOT
- which is extremely "derivative" of the "Reservoir Dogs"
- credit sequence.
- The scene is choreographed to Bennett's big band arrangement
- of "O SOLE MIO".
- CUT TO:
- 37 EXT. CHATEAU MARMONT BUNGALOW - OUTSIDE THE PARTY - MIDNIGHT 37
- Muffled music seeps through the door. The swingers turn the
- knob and enter...
- 38 INT. THE PARTY - CHATEAU MARMONT BUNGALOW - SAME 38
- The huge sunken living room is packed with people congealed
- into circles of conversation and sipping cocktails.
- EVERYTHING STOPS when they enter. The music, the
- conversations, all movement, everything.
- Everyone in the room STARES at them standing in the doorway.
- Beat.
- The music starts back up and everyone returns to their
- conversations.
- The swingers weave their way through the crowd to...
- 39 INT. THE BAR AREA - THE BUNGALOW KITCHEN - SAME 39
- The swingers fix themselves drinks from an assortment of
- bottles cluttering the table. The shamelessly paw at the
- top shelf brands.
- MIKE
- Who threw this party, anyway?
- SUE
- Damned if I know...
- TRENT
- ... Beats me...
- CHARLES
- ... I came with you.
- With that, the three of them peel off to work the room.
- ROB
- What's that guy's name? Sue?
- MIKE
- Sue. His dad was big Johnny Cash fan.
- ROB
- Oh, like that song...
- MIKE
- ... "A Boy Named Sue". I think that's
- why he's such a bad cat.
- ROB
- Him?
- MIKE
- He's a mean dude. I've seen him smash a
- guy's face into the curb. He knocked out
- his teeth... blood... He was just like
- Boom, Boom, Boom... fuckin nasty shit,
- man. He's a nice guy though.
- CUT TO:
- 40 INT. LIVING ROOM - BUNGALOW - SAME 40
- Trent and Sue are scouting some LADIES across the room. One
- wears a FUNKY OVERSIZED HAT. Intermittent eye contact has
- been established.
- TRENT
- Oh, it's on, baby...
- SUE
- ... It's on.
- BACK TO:
- 41 INT. LIVING ROOM - BUNGALOW - SAME 41
- Mike and Rob have come back into the room. They scout the
- terrain.
- MIKE
- There are so many beautiful women here.
- ROB
- It's unbelievable.
- MIKE
- I got to at least try once.
- ROB
- You're a better man than I am, Charlie
- Brown.
- MIKE
- No, I just promised myself I'd give it a
- try. I gotta get out there sooner or
- later.
- ROB
- Go for it, man.
- Mike spots a pair of beautiful BLONDES in black. They're
- wearing stretch bell-bottoms and tops that expose their mid-
- drifts. The seventies never looked so good.
- MIKE
- (indicating the ladies)
- I'm going in. Will you be my wing-man?
- ROB
- I'll be your winger.
- They make the approach. With a great deal of effort, Mike
- catches their attention...
- MIKE
- Good evening, ladies...
- ... only to be interrupted by the party STOPPING to check
- another entrance.
- Beat.
- The party RESUMES and the blondes redirect their attention to
- Mike. He is a little put-off but, God love him, he gets back
- in there.
- MIKE
- How are you ladies doing this evening?
- BLONDE
- What do you drive?
- MIKE
- I'm sorry?
- BLONDE
- What kind of car do you drive?
- MIKE
- Oh... a Cavalier.
- The blondes immediately enter back into their conversation as
- if they were never approached.
- Mike and Rob exchange defeated glances.
- One more try.
- MIKE
- ... It's red?
- CUT TO:
- 42 INT. LIVING ROOM - BUNGALOW - CONTINUOUS 42
- Trent and Sue are trying to look like they're not paying
- attention to the group of ladies they saw across the room.
- TRENT
- Is she looking at me, baby?
- SUE
- No.
- TRENT
- Now?
- SUE
- No.
- TRENT
- Is she looking now?
- SUE
- No! She's not looking at you. She
- hasn't looked at you once. Will you stop
- asking if... Wait, she just looked.
- TRENT
- See, baby?
- Mike and Rob walk up to Trent and Sue.
- MIKE
- How you guys doing?
- TRENT
- It's on.
- MIKE
- Which one?
- TRENT
- (indicated the group of girls
- with a subtle head move)
- Minnie Pearl.
- Mike and Rob STARE DIRECTLY at the girls like a deer in the
- headlights... a big no-no.
- MIKE
- The one in the hat? She's cute.
- Trent and Sue react with frustrated disappointment.
- TRENT
- What are you doing?
- MIKE
- What?
- TRENT
- You looked right at her, baby.
- MIKE
- She didn't notice.
- SUE
- Yes she did.
- TRENT
- Damn. Now I gotta go in early.
- MIKE
- I'm sorry.
- TRENT
- Don't sweat it, baby. This one's a lay-
- up.
- Trent crosses away.
- SUE
- How's it going for you two?
- MIKE
- Not well.
- SUE
- Rejected?
- ROB
- Shaqed.
- Mike's P.O.V. of Trent passing near and the GIRL IN THE HAT.
- He says something, smiles, and points to her hat. She
- laughs.
- SUE
- Well, just watch the T-bone and learn.
- CUT TO:
- 43 INT. LIVING ROOM - TRENT'S CONVERSATION - CONTINUOUS 43
- Trent is having a sensitive one-on-one with the girl in the
- hat.
- GIRL IN HAT
- ... I've always wanted to be an actress,
- at least as long as I could remember. I
- went to...
- Under Trent's affirmative response we hear the first haunting
- TUBA PULSE of the JAWS THEME:
- TRENT
- (nodding in agreement)
- Uhhhh... Huuuhhh.
- CUT TO:
- CLOSE UP of MIKE'S FACE as he looks on in HORRIFIED AWE from
- afar.
- BACK TO:
- 44 INT. LIVING ROOM - TRENT'S CONVERSATION - CONTINUOUS 44
- GIRL WITH CIGAR
- ... Then one day after class my drama
- teacher, the one who directed the play,
- said he thought I should...
- The second TUBA PULSE accompanies Trent's sound of agreement:
- TRENT
- Uhhh... Huuhh.
- BACK TO:
- EXTREME CLOSE UP of MIKE'S HORRIFIED EYES.
- BACK TO:
- 45 INT. LIVING ROOM - TRENT'S CONVERSATION - CONTINUOUS 45
- GIRL WITH CIGAR
- ... I met with an agent last week and I'm
- waiting to hear...
- The third, and progressively faster, TUBA PULSE sounds under
- Trent's response as the JAWS THEME begins to speed up and
- fill out:
- TRENT
- Uh-Huh, Uh-Huh, Uh-Huh, Uh-Huh...
- CUT TO:
- Mike, Rob, and Sue look on.
- SUE
- Here comes the kill...
- MATCH CUT TO:
- The group's P.O.V. of the conversation.
- The JAWS THEME reaches its violent crescendo as the girl
- looks into her purse.
- Trent winks to the boys. Smooth.
- She comes up with a pen and writes our her phone number.
- Trent crosses back as the music dies away.
- Using his body as a shield so the girl can't see, but so his
- boys can, he rips up and drops the number as he approaches
- them.
- TRENT
- Was I money?
- MIKE
- I don't know. It was kind of a dick move
- if you ask me.
- TRENT
- Why, baby? What'd I do wrong?
- MIKE
- You asked her for her number, and then
- you tore it up.
- TRENT
- She didn't see.
- MIKE
- That doesn't matter.
- SUE
- That was pretty cold, dude.
- TRENT
- What was cold about it?
- The door opens. The party PAUSES to look, then RESUMES.
- TRENT
- She offered me her number. What should
- I have said? "No"? That would've hurt
- her feelings. This way she feels like
- the winner.
- Trent smiles and waves to her across the room. She coyly
- waves back and makes a "phone sign" with her hand. Trent
- nods and smiles.
- TRENT
- Tee can't roll with that, she's "business
- class".
- ROB
- "Business class"?
- SUE
- (explaining to Rob)
- Big butt... you know, can't fly coach.
- MIKE
- I can't believe you.
- Charles approaches the crew.
- CHARLES
- They're out of Glenlivet.
- MIKE
- What else is going on?
- TRENT
- We could hit the Dresden.
- Overhead LONG SHOT of the swingers entrenched in the CROWDED
- PARTY.
- SUE
- Yeah. This place is dead, anyway.
- CUT TO:
- 46 EXT. SUNSET BOULEVARD - OUTSIDE THE CHATEAU MARMONT - NIGHT 46
- The swingers have left the party and are heading to their
- cars. They are all parked in a row, one behind the other.
- They each climb behind the wheel of their own car. They pull
- out in UNISON.
- They travel like a train with their bumpers ALMOST TOUCHING.
- CUT TO:
- 47 EXT. HOLLYWOOD STREETS - NIGHT 47
- SHOTS of the CAR-TRAIN driving and making turns.
- "O SOLE MIO" reprise.
- DISSOLVE TO:
- 48 EXT. THE DRESDEN - VERMONT AVE. - HOLLYWOOD - NIGHT 48
- The car-train BREAKS UP to nose-in park behind the bar. They
- all "club" their steering wheels.
- CUT TO:
- 49 INT. "THE DRESDEN ROOM" - SAME 49
- The SWINGERS lounge in a booth against the cork-paneled wall,
- sipping cocktails. They watch MARTY and ELAYNE, the resident
- lounge act, perform a jazz fusion cover of "Staying Alive" on
- synth and upright bass. The seventies are alive and well
- here, but they're starting to yellow around the edges...
- The room is busy, but not packed.
- The swingers have all had a few.
- CHARLES
- I know what you're saying, man. I don't
- know what to tell you...
- ROB
- ... I mean, does it have to be "Goofy"?
- I was playing Hamlet off-Broadway two
- months ago, for crying out loud...
- Trent and Sue are involved in a different conversation. They
- are observing two HOT GIRLS at another cocktail table.
- The girls are wearing short plaid skirts with black stockings
- pulled up to midthigh. It's the "catholic-school-girl-gone-
- bad" look.
- The girls are a little too touchy-feely with each other,
- suggesting a certain sexual open-mindedness.
- TRENT
- It's on.
- SUE
- You think?
- TRENT
- Baby, I know it is. It's a black diamond
- trail...
- SUE
- ... double diamond...
- TRENT
- ... but it's worth the risk. True or
- false: It's worth the risk.
- SUE
- True.
- As they get up to leave...
- MIKE
- God bless you guys.
- They cross to the ladies.
- Mike's P.O.V.
- The girls seem at first cold, the receptive. Trent and Sue
- join their table and share some laughs.
- Mike half-heartedly looks on. He is obviously not happy with
- where he stands on the bell-curve of masculinity.
- Mike, looking for any kind of escape, crosses to the bar.
- CUT TO:
- 50 INT. BAR - DRESDEN ROOM - SAME 50
- Mike unsuccessfully tries to catch the attention of the
- middle aged BARTENDER.
- MIKE
- (to himself)
- I can't even get this guy to notice me...
- A cute BLONDE sitting at the bar chuckles at his comment.
- Mike is at first self-conscious, then pushes ahead.
- MIKE
- You like laughing at the misery of
- others?
- BLONDE
- I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. Let me
- make it up to you.
- She raises her finger and the bartender immediately
- approaches.
- BARTENDER
- What can I get you?
- MIKE
- I'll have a Dewars on the rocks.
- He goes to fix it.
- MIKE
- Thanks.
- BLONDE
- I've seen you somewhere...Where have I
- seen you?
- MIKE
- You ever go to the Kelbo's? On Pico?
- BLONDE
- ... maybe...
- MIKE
- ... Monday nights? I host an open
- mike...
- BLONDE
- You're a comedian?
- MIKE
- Yeah.
- BLONDE
- What's that like?
- MIKE
- (trying to bluff, not an ounce
- of sarcasm)
- Well, you know, it's tough. A lot of
- traveling. A lot of hotels... but, you
- know, it's a dream... and the money's
- really good. I think I might buy another
- really expensive imported car after my
- next gig in Vegas...
- BLONDE
- (politely interrupting)
- I know! Starbucks! I served you an
- espresso at Starbucks.
- MIKE
- Are you sure? Maybe...
- BLONDE
- Yes! Remember? You asked me for an
- application? I introduced you to the
- manager?
- MIKE
- (trying to pull out of the
- dive)
- Oh, yeah... Boy, that must've been a
- while ago.
- BLONDE
- I'd say about two weeks.
- MIKE
- Probably a little longer than that, but,
- whatever.
- BLONDE
- (smiling at him)
- You better pay the man.
- Mike notices the bartender, who has been waiting patiently
- with the drink.
- MIKE
- (fumbling with the money)
- Oh... Sorry.
- She chuckles. He pays and throws down a two-dollar tip
- apologetically.
- MIKE
- (tactical retreat)
- Well, thank you...?
- BLONDE
- Nikki.
- MIKE
- Thank you, Nikki.
- He walks away kicking himself. He is interrupted by Trent
- and Sue, who both hold up cocktail napkins with scribbles.
- TRENT
- We got the digits, baby.
- MIKE
- What a surprise.
- TRENT
- What's wrong? I saw you talking to that
- beautiful blonde baby.
- SUE
- She was cute.
- MIKE
- She didn't like me... I made a fool of
- myself...
- TRENT
- Baby, don't talk that way, baby...
- SUE
- You are so money, and you don't even know
- it...
- TRENT
- That's what I keep trying to tell him.
- (to Mike)
- You're so money, you don't even know...
- MIKE
- Please, don't mess with me right now...
- TRENT
- We're not messing with you...
- SUE
- ... we're not...
- TRENT
- You're like this big beer with claws and
- fangs...
- SUE
- ... and big fuckin' teeth...
- TRENT
- ... and teeth... And she's like this
- little bunny cowering in the corner...
- SUE
- ...shivering...
- TRENT
- ... And you're just looking at your claws
- like "How do I kill this bunny?"...
- SUE
- ...You're just poking at it...
- TRENT
- ... Yeah. You're just gently batting it
- around... and the rabbit's all scared...
- SUE
- ... and you got big claws and fangs...
- TRENT
- ... and fangs... and you're like "I don't
- know what to do. How do I kill this
- bunny?"...
- SUE
- ... you're like a big bear.
- Beat. Mike smiles.
- MIKE
- You're not just, like, fucking with me?
- TRENT
- No, baby!
- SUE
- ... honestly...
- TRENT
- ... you're money...
- SUE
- ... you're so fuckin mmmoney.
- TRENT
- Now go over there and get those digits.
- SUE
- You're money.
- TRENT
- (pulling him aside, dead
- serious)
- Now when you talk to her, I don't want
- you to be the guy in the PG-13 movie that
- everyone's pulling for. I want you to be
- the guy in the rated R movie who you're
- not sure if you like.
- Mike nods and, energized by the bombardment, crosses back to
- the bar and right into the fray.
- Trent and Sue rejoin the other swingers.
- Swinger's P.O.V. of Mike decisively engaging her in
- conversation.
- She laughs.
- Out comes the pen and the cocktail napkin. Bingo.
- Mike crosses back to the swingers' table and, using his body
- to shield Nikki's view, pretends to rip the napkin. This
- breaks the guys up.
- Mike sits down and, after admiring the blotchy numerals,
- delicately folds the napkin and pockets it.
- TRENT
- See, baby. It's not that hard.
- CHARLES
- 818?
- MIKE
- 310.
- Everyone reacts favorably to this area code.
- MIKE
- How long do I wait to call?
- TRENT
- A day.
- MIKE
- Tomorrow?
- TRENT
- No...
- SUE
- ... Tomorrow, then a day.
- TRENT
- ... Yeah.
- MIKE
- So, two days?
- TRENT
- Yeah. I guess you could call it that.
- SUE
- Definitely. Two days. That's the
- industry standard...
- TRENT
- (to Sue. shop talk)
- ... I used to wait two days. Now
- everyone waits two days. Three days is
- kinda money now, don't you think?
- SUE
- ... Yeah. But two's enough not to look
- anxious...
- TRENT
- Yeah, but three days is kinda the
- money...
- MIKE
- (interrupting sarcastically)
- Why don't I just wait three weeks and
- tell her I was cleaning out my wallet and
- found her number...
- CHARLES
- ... then ask where you met her...
- MIKE
- Yeah, I'll tell her I don't remember and
- then I'll ask what she looks like.
- (pause)
- Then I'll ask if we fucked. How's that,
- Tee? Is that "the money"?
- The guys laugh.
- TRENT
- Laugh all you want, but if you call to
- soon you can scare off a nice baby who's
- ready to party.
- SUE
- Don't listen to him. You call whenever
- it feels right to you.
- MIKE
- How long are you guys gonna wait to call
- your honeys?
- TRENT & SUE
- Six days.
- CUT TO:
- 51 EXT. THE DRESDEN - PARKING LOT - OUT BACK - NIGHT 51
- The swingers are leaving through the back door. The doorway
- is congested with another group of guys who are entering.
- A BALD GUY with a goatee brushes by Sue.
- SUE
- Watch where you're going, asshole.
- BALD GUY
- What'd you say, bitch?
- SUE
- I said watch where you're going, bitch!
- That's it. Now they're squaring off in the empty parking
- lot.
- All the bald guy's boys fall in behind him. All the swingers
- fall in behind Sue. The swingers are not happy with Sue at
- all.
- The two cliques contrast each other in every way.
- The bald guys all have facial hair and multiple pierced
- extremities with the odd neck-tattoo thrown in for good
- measure.
- Baggy denim and boots. Pot leaves and Pumas. Long, heavy
- key chains. Vintage 1994 whiteboy faux-gansta. They do,
- however, look big and mean next to our boys.
- The early sixties style sweater jackets and blazers over
- button down shirts and tapered slacks don't quite have the
- same fear factor, but the boys do look classy.
- The word "bitch" is growled out by the two of them a half
- dozen more times until...
- Sue pulls a PISTOL out of his belt.
- Everyone is SCARED. Especially the swingers.
- SUE
- Now what, bitch? Now who's the bitch,
- bitch?
- The bald guys HOLD UP THEIR HANDS and slowly back up to their
- ride.
- BALD GUY
- Hey, man. I'm the bitch. I'm your
- bitch, okay? We're just gonna leave.
- Okay? I'm the bitch. I'm such a bitch,
- I can't even begin to tell you...
- They jump in the car and SPEED AWAY.
- Sue belts the gun and stands tall like Clint.
- TRENT
- What the fuck..?
- MIKE
- What an asshole. Didn't you see "Boys in
- the Hood"? Now one of us is gonna get
- shot.
- SUE
- He's a bitch. He ain't gonna do nothing.
- MIKE
- You asshole.
- TRENT
- You dick.
- SUE
- What'd you want me to do? Back down? He
- called me a bitch. We kept our rep.
- CHARLES
- Fuck rep, I've got a callback tomorrow.
- Charles leaves.
- ROB
- Yeah, I gotta be up early tomorrow.
- Rob leaves, shaken up.
- MIKE
- You asshole. Why are you carrying a gun?
- What? In case someone steps to you,
- Snoop Dogg?
- SUE
- Hey, man, you're not from here. You
- don't know how it is. I grew up in
- L.A....
- TRENT
- ... Anaheim...
- SUE
- ... Whatever. Things are different here.
- It's not like New York, Mikey.
- MIKE
- Yeah. Here it's easier to avoid trouble.
- It's not like you like in Compton where
- bullets are whizzing by your head every
- day. Nobody's mugging you on no subway.
- In New York the trouble finds you. Out
- here you gotta go look for it...
- SUE
- ... People get carjacked...
- TRENT
- ... Oh, who would jack your fuckin K-car?
- He's right, Sue. You don't need no gat.
- SUE
- Listen. Just because I was the only one
- with the balls to stand up to them...
- TRENT
- ... Oh yeah, like "Cypress Hill" was
- gonna do anything...
- MIKE
- You live in such a fantasy world...
- SUE
- What about you, Mikey? At least I got
- balls. You're always whining about some
- bitch who dumped you a year ago...
- MIKE
- ... It was six months, and she didn't
- dump...
- SUE
- ... Whatever. You're like a whining
- little woman. Big deal. You got a
- fuckin' number. Whoopee! You'll fuck it
- up...
- TRENT
- ... Sue...
- SUE
- Have you gotten laid once since you moved
- here? Did you fuck once?
- TRENT
- ... Shut up, Sue...
- SUE
- I know for a fact you haven't, because
- you never shut up about it. Your like a
- little whiney bitch...
- TRENT
- Sue!
- MIKE
- No, Trent. He's right.
- Mike walks to his car.
- TRENT
- Mikey!
- It's too late. He's leaving.
- Sue starts to open his mouth.
- TRENT
- Don't even talk to me.
- (pause)
- You asshole.
- CUT TO:
- 52 INT. MIKE'S APARTMENT - LATER THAT NIGHT 52
- Mike opens the door and flicks on the lights in his sparsely
- furnished single.
- He drops his keys on the table and makes a bee line to the
- answering machine.
- He pushes the button.
- ANSWERING MACHINE
- (synthesized voice)
- She didn't call.
- Mike collapses into his futon and lights a smoke.
- Beat.
- He pulls out the COCKTAIL NAPKIN. He stares at the number.
- He looks at the clock. 2:20 AM.
- He looks at the napkin.
- He thinks better of it, and puts the napkin away.
- Beat.
- He takes out the napkin and picks up the phone.
- ANSWERING MACHINE
- (synthesized voice)
- Don't do it, Mike.
- MIKE
- Shut up.
- He dials.
- It rings twice, then...
- NIKKI
- (recorded)
- Hi. This is Nikki. Leave a message.
- (beep)
- MIKE
- Hi, Nikki. This is Mike. I met you
- tonight at the Dresden. I, uh, just
- called to say I, uh, I'm really glad we
- met and you should give me a call. So
- call me tomorrow, or , like, in two days,
- whatever. My number is 213-555-4679...
- (beep)
- Mike hangs up.
- Beat.
- He dials again.
- NIKKI
- (recorded)
- Hi. This is Nikki. Leave a message.
- (beep)
- MIKE
- Hi, Nikki. This is Mike, again. I just
- called because it sounded like your
- machine might've cut me off before I gave
- you my number, and also to say sorry for
- calling so late, but you were still there
- when I left the Dresden, so I knew I'd
- get your machine. Anyway, my number
- is...
- (beep)
- Mike calls back right away.
- NIKKI
- (recorded)
- Hi. This is Nikki. Leave a message.
- (beep)
- MIKE
- 213-555-4679. That's all. I just wanted
- to leave my number. I don't want you to
- think I'm weird, or desperate or
- something...
- (he regrets saying it
- immediately)
- ... I mean, you know, we should just
- hang out. That's it. No expectations.
- Just, you know, hang out. Bye.
- (beep)
- He hangs up.
- Beat.
- He dials.
- NIKKI
- (recorded)
- Hi. This is Nikki. Leaves a message.
- (beep)
- MIKE
- I just got out of a six-year
- relationship. Okay? That should help to
- explain why I'm acting so weird. It's
- not you. It's me. I just wanted to say
- that. Sorry.
- (pause)
- This is Mike.
- (beep)
- He dials again. There's no turning back.
- NIKKI
- (recorded)
- Hi. This is Nikki. Leave a message.
- (beep)
- MIKE
- Hi, Nikki. This is Mike again. Could you
- just call me when you get in? I'll be up
- for awhile, and I'd just rather talk to
- you in person instead of trying to
- squeeze it all...
- (beep)
- He dials yet again.
- NIKKI
- (recorded)
- Hi. This is Nikki. Leave a message.
- (beep)
- MIKE
- Hi, Nikki. Mike. I don't think this is
- working out. I think you're great, but
- maybe we should just take some time off
- from each other. It's not you, really.
- It's me. It's only been six months...
- NIKKI
- (Live, in person. she picks
- up the line)
- Mike?
- MIKE
- Nikki! Great! Did you just walk in, or
- were you listening all along?
- NIKKI
- (calmly)
- Don't call me ever again.
- MIKE
- Wow, I guess you were home...
- (click)
- She hung up on him.
- He's frozen.
- He hangs up.
- Beat.
- He pulls the comforter off the futon and curls up in the
- corner of the room.
- LONG DISSOLVE TO:
- MONTAGE FLASHBACK:
- The following sequence is m.o.s. over Billie Holiday's "Maybe
- You'll Be There."
- 53 INT. COLLEGE CLASSROOM - QUEENS COLLEGE - DAY 53
- YOUNGER MIKE catches his first glimpse of MICHELLE. She
- doesn't see him looking at her. She is paying attention to
- the lesson.
- DISSOLVE TO:
- 54 INT. STUDY HALL - QUEENS COLLEGE - DAY 54
- Mike approaches Michelle for the FIRST TIME. She looks
- beautiful when she looks up at him for the first time.
- DISSOLVE TO:
- 55 EXT. FLUSHING MEADOW PARK - SPRING AFTERNOON 55
- They're having a PICNIC with white wine, Cheese, prosciutto,
- and French bread. Mike plays a ukulele.
- DISSOLVE TO:
- 56 EXT. SHEA STADIUM - QUEENS - ESTABLISHING SHOT - DAY 56
- CUT TO:
- 57 INT. SHEA STADIUM STANDS - SAME 57
- Mike and Michelle sit with a lap full of food. They are
- laughing about something. Mike leans in for his first deep,
- passionate KISS. The crowd jumps up to cheer a Daryl
- Strawberry home run which the lovers don't notice. They stay
- seated, kissing, and are lost to the CAMERA in the crowd.
- DISSOLVE TO:
- 58 INT. MIKE'S BEDROOM - NEW YORK APARTMENT - NIGHT 58
- Their first sexual experience. Mike is obviously nervous as
- he lies undressed under the covers. He sporadically adjusts
- his hair and strikes poses as he waits for Michelle to come
- out of the bathroom. This is INTERCUT with shots of the
- closed bathroom door.
- DISSOLVE TO:
- 59 EXT. NEW YORK CITY STREET - IN FRONT OF "RADIO CITY" - NIGHT 59
- Mike and Michelle are Christmas shopping in the snow. It's
- like a story book.
- A newspaper, barely noticeable on stand in b.g., reads "VITO
- CORLEONE FEARED MURDERED"
- DISSOLVE TO:
- 60 INT. MIKE'S APARTMENT - NEW YORK - NIGHT 60
- Mike and Michelle lethargically lay across the couch. They
- half-heartedly watch a rented video as they shovel Chinese
- take-out into their bloating faces.
- DISSOLVE TO:
- 61 INT. LA GUARDIA AIRPORT - DAY 61
- Mike and Michelle say good bye. They hug and cry. He boards
- a plane for L.A..
- FADE TO:
- 62 INT. MIKE'S APARTMENT - DAY 62
- SHOT of answering machine.
- ANSWERING MACHINE
- (Trent's voice)
- ... Pick up.... Pick up, Mikey... Are
- you home?
- He is.
- He is sitting in the same corner, smoking, with a two day
- beard. He is surrounded by full ashtrays and empty Tropicana
- containers. Billie Holiday's "Maybe you'll Be There" draws
- to a close on the C.D. player.
- ANSWERING MACHINE
- (Trent's voice)
- ... I guess you're not home. Why don't
- you come out tonight, baby. We haven't
- seen you for two days. We're gonna play
- hockey at Sue's house til ten thirty then
- we're either going to the Lava Lounge for
- Sinatra night, or the Derby for the Royal
- Crown. We might also check out Swing
- Night at the Viper. If we're not there
- we'll be at the Three of Clubs. So come
- meet up with us. We'll see you there,
- gorgeous.
- (beep)
- DISSOLVE TO:
- 63 INT. MIKE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 63
- He hasn't moved.
- The PHONE RINGS.
- He looks to the answering machine hopefully as it picks up
- after one ring.
- ANSWERING MACHINE
- (Rob's voice)
- Mikey...? It's Rob. Pick up, buddy.
- His shoulders slack with DISAPPOINTMENT. It's not Her.
- ANSWERING MACHINE
- (Rob's voice)
- ... I'm downstairs. Buzz me in. I know
- you're home. Your lights are on and your
- car's here. Come on, buddy. Open up...
- Mike picks up the phone, pushes "9", and hangs up.
- He lights a cigarette.
- A knock at the door.
- Mike opens it, and Rob walks in with a brown bag.
- He surveys the scene. He's seen this before. He moves some
- laundry off an armchair and sits down.
- He pulls a pepperoni and a loaf of seminola out of the bag.
- He hands Mike a pint of orange juice.
- MIKE
- Thanks, man.
- ROB
- No problem, buddy. You eat anything
- today?
- Mike shakes his head, "no".
- ROB
- Yesterday?
- Mike shakes his head again.
- ROB
- You haven't been drinking, have you?
- MIKE
- No. Just O.J.
- Rob cuts into the pepperoni with his Swiss army knife. Mike
- drinks his juice.
- MIKE
- Sorry about what happened at the Dresden.
- I had no idea...
- ROB
- Don't sweat it. Now I got an L.A. gun
- story. You should hear the way I tell to
- the guys back home. He had an Uzi.
- Mike half-smiles.
- Beat.
- ROB
- You want to talk about it?
- MIKE
- What's the point?
- ROB
- It's been two days. You should call that
- girl Nikki...
- Mike grabs his head in pain.
- MIKE
- Uuuuugh!
- ROB
- Oh boy.
- MIKE
- I'm such an asshole.
- ROB
- She wasn't your type anyway.
- Beat.
- MIKE
- I think I'm gonna move Back East.
- ROB
- Well, that's dumb.
- MIKE
- What's dumb about it?
- ROB
- Well, you're doing so well...
- MIKE
- How am I doing well? I host an open mike
- and I played a fuckin' bus driver in a
- movie. Big fuckin' deal. I'm with an
- agency that specializes in fuckin
- magicians. How good am I doing?
- ROB
- At least you didn't get turned down for
- Goofy...
- MIKE
- They turned you down?
- ROB
- They went for someone with more theme
- park experience. I woulda killed for
- that job.
- Mike lets it sink in.
- ROB
- See, it's all how you look at it. If
- your life sucks, then mine is God awful.
- I mean, I moved out here partially
- because I saw how well you were doing.
- You got in the union, you got an agent.
- I thought if you could make it, maybe I
- could too...
- MIKE
- I didn't make it...
- ROB
- That's your problem, man. You can't see
- what you've got, only what you've lost.
- Those guys are right. You are "money".
- Mike smiles, then...
- MIKE
- (starting to cry)
- Then why won't she call...?
- ROB
- Because you left, man. She's got her own
- world to deal with in New York. She was
- a sweet girl but fuck her. You gotta
- move on. You gotta let go of the past.
- The future is so beautiful. Every day is
- so sunny out here. It's like Manifest
- Destiny man. I mean, we made it. What's
- past is prologue. That which does not
- kill us makes us stronger. All that
- shit. You'll get over it.
- MIKE
- How did you get over it? I mean how long
- 'til it stopped hurting?
- ROB
- Sometimes is still hurts. You know how
- it is, man. I mean, each day you think
- about it less and less. And then one day
- you wake up and you don't think of it at
- all, and you almost miss that feeling.
- It's kinda weird. You miss the pain
- because it was part of your life for so
- long. And the, boom, something reminds
- you of her, and you just smile that
- bittersweet smile.
- We see that Mike has been GNAWING AWAY at Rob's pepperoni and
- semolina as he listens intently.
- MIKE
- You miss the pain?
- ROB
- ... for the same reason you miss her.
- You lived with it so long.
- MIKE
- Wow.
- (finishing the loaf)
- You wanna grab a bite?
- ROB
- (smiling)
- Sure.
- He helps Mike up.
- ROB
- By the way, the guys back home said she
- put on some weight.
- MIKE
- (smiling)
- You always know the right thing to say.
- CUT TO:
- 64 INT. SUE'S APARTMENT - OUTSIDE THE DOOR - NIGHT 64
- Trent opens the door. He sees Mike standing there dressed
- for trouble. His face lights up.
- TRENT
- Mikey! Guys, Mikey's here!
- GUYS (O.S.)
- (from the living room)
- Mikey!
- Mike HEARS the sound of a hotly contested SEGA MATCH.
- SUE (O.S.)
- Bitch! You little bitch!
- The CAMERA follows Mike and Trent into the...
- 65 INT. LIVING ROOM - SUE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 65
- Mike's JAW DROPS when he sees that Sue has been playing
- hockey against the BALD GUY from the Dresden.
- BALD GUY
- Bitch! You bitch!
- The room is filled with the BALD GUY'S CREW. They greet Mike
- as they take hits off their forty ouncers.
- SUE
- Trent. Take over.
- They do a high-speed "controller handoff."
- Sue crosses to Mike.
- SUE
- I'm so sorry, man. You were so right.
- I got rid of the gun
- MIKE
- What are they doing here?
- SUE
- We ran into them that night at Roscoe's.
- Tee cleared it up, I apologized, bought
- them some chicken and waffles. They
- fuckin love Tee. That boy can talk.
- All the baldies howl and slap hands at something funny Tee
- said.
- SUE
- But most important, man, I'm sorry about
- what I said. I was drunk... My
- adrenaline was going...
- MIKE
- Don't sweat it, man. I needed a kick in
- the ass. We're better friends for it.
- SUE
- Thanks, man.
- (they hug)
- I've been hating myself for the last two
- days.
- MIKE
- Believe me, I know what that's like.
- (then to Trent)
- Yo, Double Down! What time are we
- leaving?
- TRENT
- Five minutes, baby. Hey, it's been two
- days. You should call Nikki and see if
- she wants to meet you there.
- CUT TO:
- 66 EXT. "THE DERBY" - HOLLYWOOD NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT 66
- The THREE SWINGERS are waved pass the line by the doorman in
- a Scorsese-style STEADICAM SHOT which continues up the stairs
- and through a curtained doorway into...
- 67 INT. "THE DERBY" - HOLLYWOOD NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT 67
- They enter the domed decco lounge and the full house parts
- for them and greets them in perfect Scorsese choreography.
- They pass the billiard table and the circular brass rail bar.
- The six piece swing band decked out in zoot suits wail on
- stage as the crowded dance floor whirls.
- The swingers eventually settle into a dark curtained-off
- onstage booth.
- Sue thrusts a scotch into Mike's hand.
- 68 INT. "THE DERBY" - MOTAGE - NIGHT 68
- Montage of smoking, drinking, and carousing.
- The parquet floor is packed with swinging hepsters dressed in
- Hollywood's take on forties threads. The dancing is full-
- blown overcrowded slam swing. The floor is full, and
- everyone is damn good. This definitely aint amateur night.
- 69 INT. BAR AREA - THE DERBY - NIGHT 69
- Mike steps up to the bar to refill his drink. He sees a
- BRUNETTE sitting at the bar.
- She's cute.
- Real cute.
- She glows.
- There's something fresh about her. She's dressed nice, but
- different. She definitely is not a regular.
- She throws Mike a half-smile, then looks away.
- He looks away.
- Should he?
- He shakes his head to himself. No.
- Beat.
- He looks over at her again.
- Mike's P.O.V. of a WHITE BUNNY sitting on the bar stool.
- He smiles, shrugs, and CROSSES TO HER.
- When he gets to her she has reverted back to human form.
- MIKE
- Hi.
- BRUNETTE
- Hi.
- MIKE
- I'm Mike.
- BRUNETTE
- Hi, Mike. I'm Lorraine.
- MIKE
- Like the quiche?
- BRUNETTE
- (smiles)
- Yes. Like the quiche.
- MIKE
- I like quiche.
- BRUNETTE
- I thought real men don't like quiche.
- MIKE
- My reputation seems to have preceded me.
- BRUNETTE
- Why? You're not a real man?
- MIKE
- Not lately.
- MATCH CUT TO:
- Trent points the conversation out to Sue from across the
- room.
- Trent and Sue's P.O.V. of Mike and Lorraine having an
- unforced, enjoyable conversation.
- TRENT
- It's on...
- SUE
- ... it's on.
- MATCH CUT TO:
- BACK IN THE TRENCHES:
- BRUNETTE
- ... so I thought, what the hell, they
- make movies in L.A., not in Michigan, so
- I moved here.
- MIKE
- Just like that?
- BRUNETTE
- Well, it wasn't the simple, but yeah.
- MIKE
- How was it hard?
- BRUNETTE
- Well, I left someone very special behind.
- MIKE
- Tell me about it...
- BRUNETTE
- You too?
- MIKE
- Yeah.
- BRUNETTE
- (lights up)
- I thought I was going to die.
- MIKE
- It's been six months and I'm just
- starting to get over it.
- BRUNETTE
- Oh, God. That's two more than me. Tell
- me it gets better.
- MIKE
- (smiles)
- It does.
- BRUNETTE
- How?
- MIKE
- Well, it still sucks, but you start to
- see that there are advantages to being
- single.
- BRUNETTE
- (coyly)
- Like what?
- MIKE
- What what? What advantages?
- LORRAINE
- You said there are advantages to being
- single. I want to know what the
- advantages are.
- MIKE
- (playing along)
- Well... You can talk to a beautiful woman
- at a bar without worrying if anyone's
- watching you.
- CUT TO:
- Trent and Sue are watching from across the room.
- TRENT
- It's on.
- SUE
- ... it's definitely on.
- BACK TO:
- BRUNETTE
- What else?
- MIKE
- What else...? Let's see... You have
- complete freedom.
- BRUNETTE
- To do what?
- MIKE
- I don't know.... To grow, to go out.
- Whatever you want.
- BRUNETTE
- Anything?
- MIKE
- Anything.
- BRUNETTE
- Like if I meet a handsome young man and
- I wanted to ask him to dance? I can do
- that?
- MIKE
- Uh, if the guy wants to.
- BRUNETTE
- You don't think the guy would find me
- attractive enough to dance with?
- MIKE
- Yes. I mean, no. I mean, maybe he would
- find her, I mean you attractive. Maybe
- he doesn't like to dance. Maybe all he
- likes to do is just stand around and
- drink and smoke and look cool with his
- buddies who don't dance either...
- BRUNETTE
- Maybe it doesn't matter if he's a good
- dancer cause it's a slow song, if that's
- what he's afraid of.
- MIKE
- (smirk)
- No... Maybe that's not the case. Maybe
- she shouldn't be such a smug little shit
- because she'd be surprised at what a good
- dancer he really is, but it's been a long
- time and he doesn't know if he's ready
- to...
- BRUNETTE
- Mike...
- She gets up. She's beautiful. She is beautiful.
- BRUNETTE
- ... Will you dance with me?
- She's in great shape, and look how classy her vintage dress
- looks. A vision from the forties. She's too good for this
- place. She belongs on the nose of a B-52. What can he say,
- but...
- MIKE
- Sure I will.
- He awkwardly leads her to the unusually empty dance floor.
- They START TO DANCE. It's a slow song and they boringly rock
- back and forth. Mike is self-conscious, but her touch. Oh
- her touch.
- CUT TO:
- Trent and Sue watching in disbelief.
- SUE
- It is on.
- TRENT
- ... it is so on.
- BACK TO:
- The couple's dance is cut short as there were only a few bars
- left of the slow ballad. Mike smiles politely in relief and
- begins to lead Lorraine off the floor.
- She pulls him back. He's not getting off that easy. She
- wants a whole song. He politely holds her, poised for
- another slow number. They're alone on the floor.
- Much to Mike's dismay, the song begins with a DRIVING TOM TOM
- SOLO. This cues every hep cat in the Derby that the big
- one's coming. They all flood the floor for the last dance of
- the night.
- Mike pleadingly shakes his head at Lorraine. It's too fast.
- Her eyes narrow as her grip tightens. No sympathy here.
- The band breaks into the full-tilt swing number and the dance
- floor writhes around them.
- They stand motionless for what seems like an eternity.
- Gut check. Fuck it. Sink or swim.
- Mike grabs her like a man grabs a woman. It's just a simple
- six-count swing step, but they're in perfect harmony.
- Mike and Lorraine look into each others eyes. It's on, baby.
- As Mike's courage grows, the moves start to flow. A spin at
- first. Then a double twirl. It's not long before he's
- throwing her through combinations that stand out even among
- the pros.
- CUT TO:
- Trent and Sue, mouths agape.
- BACK TO:
- Mike is whipping her smoothly through violent-looking
- combinations without a trace of hesitation, and, boy, can she
- follow.
- The set ends with a flourishing crescendo. They're frozen in
- a final dip, panting through a glaze of clean sweat.
- Mike and Lorraine smile and look into each other's eyes. The
- smile slowly disappears. Will they kiss?
- They're close.
- Really close.
- Lips almost touching.
- Mike tries to muster-up the courage, but it's been so long.
- He can't do it. He lets her up.
- The floor clears. Exhausted dancers push past them. Forget
- it. The moment's gone.
- What the hell. They had a great time. What's the hurry?
- SOFT CUT TO:
- 70 EXT. LA BREA AVENUE - OUTSIDE THE DERBY - NIGHT 70
- Mike is walking Lorraine to her car. They come upon a parked
- Escort.
- LORRAINE
- Well... This is it.
- MIKE
- Listen. I had a great time.
- LORRAINE
- Me too.
- MIKE
- I would love to see you again sometime.
- LORRAINE
- I'll be around.
- MIKE
- That's not good enough. I want to make
- plans to see you.
- LORRAINE
- Let me get a pen out of my car.
- (opens the door)
- Do you have something to write on?
- Mike hands her a business card.
- LORRAINE
- (looking at it)
- You're a comedian?
- MIKE
- Yeah. And an actor.
- LORRAINE
- I'll have to come see you sometime.
- MIKE
- If and when I get a real gig I'll call
- you.
- LORRAINE
- It's not going to well?
- MIKE
- When I lived in New York they made it
- sound like they were giving out sit-coms
- to stand-ups at the airport. I got off
- the plane in L.A. six months ago and all
- I got to show for it is a tan.
- LORRAINE
- Didn't you tell me to be patient with my
- career?
- MIKE
- ... Yeah, but entertainment law isn't
- something you just jump into...
- LORRAINE
- Neither is acting. Not if you're serious
- about it.
- (She writes her number on the
- card.)
- Can I have one of these?
- MIKE
- Why, you like the duck with the cigar?
- (hands her a card)
- LORRAINE
- Yeah. Nice touch. It's the logo from
- "You Bet Your Life", right?
- MIKE
- Good eye. Not one club owner got it.
- They all ask me why I got Donald Duck on
- my card.
- LORRAINE
- Hey, at least it's not Goofy.
- Beat.
- LORRAINE
- Well, I should be getting...
- MIKE
- ... It's really getting late.
- LORRAINE
- ... home. It's getting late. Yeah.
- Beat.
- LORRAINE
- Can I give you a ride to your car...?
- MIKE
- ... Nah. I'm right across the street...
- LORRAINE
- ... Which one...?
- MIKE
- ... The red piece of shit over there...
- LORRAINE
- ... well, it suits you...
- MIKE
- ... get the hell outta here already...
- Mike leans in and slowly gives her the sweetest, softest,
- most innocent kiss.
- He backs up. She's got that goofy look as she unlocks her
- club and starts the car.
- LORRAINE
- Bye.
- She drives off.
- He watches her go.
- DISSOLVE TO:
- 71 EXT. SUNSET BOULEVARD - NIGHT 71
- Mike is driving Trent and Sue home in his car.
- CUT TO:
- 72 INT. MIKE'S CAR - SUNSET BOULEVARD - SAME NIGHT 72
- TRENT
- You were off your ass back there! Where
- the hell did you learn to do all that
- twirly whirly shit?
- MIKE
- I took a ballroom class with Michelle.
- I never danced with anyone but her, til
- tonight. That Lorraine chick is good.
- TRENT
- You were good. Did you see how she was
- vibing you?
- SUE
- Sorry man.
- TRENT
- Yeah. You probably coulda hit that
- tonight if you didn't have to drive us
- home.
- SUE
- ... Definitely...
- MIKE
- It's not like that...
- TRENT
- Don't give me that! She liked you, man.
- MIKE
- I know she liked me. I mean, it's not
- like I wanted to do anything with her
- tonight.
- SUE
- Good for you, man. He's being smart.
- MIKE
- She's really special, guys.
- TRENT
- The bear's got his claws back.
- SUE
- Be smart about it.
- TRENT
- I'm telling you. Wait three days...
- SUE
- You don't have to wait three days...
- TRENT
- ... Okay, two...
- SUE
- ... just be smart about it.
- MIKE
- Guys... Guys... I got it under control.
- TRENT
- Oh. He's got it under control...
- SUE
- ... Well, then, I guess we don't have to
- worry about him anymore.
- TRENT
- Our little baby's growing up...
- Trent and sue pretend to cry and hug each other.
- Mike looks at them in the rear view mirror.
- He smirks and shakes his head.
- MIKE
- You guys are such assholes.
- BACK TO:
- 73 INT. MIKE'S CAR - SUNSET BOULEVARD - NIGHT 73
- Trent and Sue scream at the top of their lungs as they cruise
- down Sunset. Alcohol is a terrible drug.
- DISSOLVE TO:
- 74 INT. MIKE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 74
- Mike is standing in the middle of the room looking at
- LORRAINE'S NUMBER on the back of the BUSINESS CARD.
- He looks at the clock.
- 2:45 A.M.
- He looks back at the NUMBER.
- Beat.
- He thinks better of it. He wedges it into a crack in the
- answering machine and unbuttons his shirt for bed...
- ANSWERING MACHINE
- (synthesized voice)
- Good move.
- Mike smirks.
- FADE TO:
- 75 INT. MIKE'S APARTMENT - THE NEXT MORNING 75
- Mike wakes up and rolls out of bed.
- He walks to the phone and pulls the CARD out of the crack.
- He looks at the clock.
- 12:10 PM.
- He sticks it back in the crack.
- He makes an "x" on a day of his calendar.
- CUT TO:
- 76 INT. MIKE'S BATHROOM - MIKE'S APARTMENT - DAY 76
- Mike brushes his teeth.
- He looks at the card clipped into the frame of the bathroom
- mirror.
- He turns the faucet, allowing exactly ONE DROP of his
- precious Los Angeles water supply to drip onto his
- toothbrush.
- He resumes brushing.
- CUT TO:
- 77 EXT. "BOURGEOIS PIG" COFFEEHOUSE - LATE AFTERNOON 77
- Mike sips espresso as he stares at the CARD.
- DISSOLVE TO:
- 78 INT. MIKE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 78
- Mike is playing solitaire with the CARD laying above all the
- playing cards.
- The PHONE RINGS.
- Mike rushes to get it, then forces himself to wait another
- ring and a half exactly.
- MIKE
- Hello?
- FEMALE VOICE
- Hi Michael.
- MIKE
- Michelle?
- MICHELLE
- How's it going? It's been a while...
- MIKE
- ... Six months.
- MICHELLE
- How are you doing?
- MIKE
- Fine... I guess. You?
- MICHELLE
- Good.
- (pause)
- I think about things.
- MIKE
- Yeah?
- MICHELLE
- Yeah.
- MIKE
- What kind of things?
- MICHELLE
- You know, us.
- MIKE
- I thought you met someone else.
- MICHELLE
- It doesn't matter. I think about you
- every day.
- MIKE
- Really?
- MICHELLE
- I miss you, Mike.
- MIKE
- Why didn't you call?
- MICHELLE
- I couldn't. Do you know how hard it's
- been not to call you? I pick up the
- phone every night. Whenever that
- commercial comes on...
- MIKE
- ... the Micheline commercial...
- MICHELLE
- ... Yeah, with the baby in the tire. One
- time I started to cry right in front of
- Pierre...
- MIKE
- Pierre... That's his name? Pierre? Is
- he French?
- MICHELLE
- No, he's not... Listen I don't want to
- talk about him. That's a whole other
- headache. I called because I heard you
- might be moving back to Queens...
- The BEEP of Mike's CALL WAITING.
- MIKE
- Hang on. Let me get rid of this call.
- He clicks to the OTHER LINE.
- MIKE
- Hello?
- LORRAINE
- Hi, Mike?
- MIKE
- Lorraine?
- LORRAINE
- Are you on the other line?
- MIKE
- Yeah, hold on.
- LORRAINE
- I can call back...
- MIKE
- No, no. Hold on.
- He clicks back to the OTHER LINE.
- MIKE
- Hi.
- MICHELLE
- I heard you might be moving back...
- MIKE
- Yeah, uh, I don't think that's gonna be
- happening any time soon... Listen, can
- I call you right back? I gotta take this
- call...
- MICHELLE
- I'm not home and going out of town
- tomorrow for a week. Can't you talk for
- five more minutes?
- MIKE
- I really want to catch up with you, but
- I've gotta take this call. They're
- holding. I'll talk with you when you get
- back in town. Bye.
- MICHELLE
- Goodbye. I lov.....(click)
- Mike SWITCHES LINES, cutting Michelle off mid-sentence.
- MIKE
- Hi. Sorry about that.
- LORRAINE
- You didn't have to get off the other
- line. I would've called you back.
- MIKE
- That's okay. I wanted to talk to you.
- Mike holds his palm over the receiver and looks at the
- answering machine.
- Beat.
- MIKE
- (to answering machine)
- Do you realize that I've been waiting for
- that call for six months and I cut her
- off?
- ANSWERING MACHINE
- (synthesized voice)
- You're money, baby.
- Mike smiles.
- Back to Lorraine.
- MEDIUM SHOT of Mike through his window as he looks down onto
- Franklin avenue and talks on the phone.
- MIKE
- Hi, Lorraine. Thanks for holding on.
- LORRAINE
- Listen, Mike. You really didn't have to
- get off the line. I just wanted to ask
- you one thing. I know I shouldn't have
- called, I mean, my friends said I should
- wait two days... Oh God, I probably sound
- like such a schoolgirl... It's just that
- it's tonight only... I mean, it's
- Sinatra's birthday and they have this
- thing every year at "The Room". Do you
- know where that is? It's impossible to
- find if you've never been there. I don't
- understand why none of the clubs in
- Hollywood have signs. Anyway, I'm so bad
- at this, if you're not busy I thought you
- might...
- Mike smiles as the CAMERA PULLS BACK from the window and
- backwards down Franklin Avenue in a reverse of the first shot
- of the movie. The soundtrack kicks in with Sinatra's "Here's
- To The Losers"....
- FRANK
- Here's to those who love not too wisely,
- no, not too wisely, but too well...
- To the girl who sighs with envy when she
- hears that wedding bell...
- To the guy who'd throw a party if he knew
- someone to call...
- Here's to the losers... Bless them all...
- ...We rise and pass the glowing Hollywood sign. It's still a
- full moon...
- FRANK
- Here's to those who drink their dinners
- when that lady doesn't show...
- To the girls who wait for kisses
- underneath that mistletoe...
- To the lonely summer lovers when the
- leaves begin to fall...
- Here's to the losers... Bless them all...
- .... Past the blinking red beacon of the Capital Records
- building...
- FRANK
- Hey Tom, Dick and Harry...
- Come in out of the rain...
- Those torches you carry...
- Must be drowned in champagne...
- ... Up and over Hollywood Boulevard. High above the city...
- FRANK
- Here's the last toast of the evening...
- Here's to those who still believe...
- All the losers will be winners...
- All the givers shall receive...
- Here's to trouble-free tomorrows...
- May your sorrows all be small...
- Here's to the losers... Bless them all.
- ... It's all just a pool of beautiful golden light.
- FADE TO BLACK.
- Swingers
- Writers : Jon Favreau
- Genres : Comedy Drama
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