Brand New Bag of Blues

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Brand New Bag of Blues

Written By:

Matthew B. Morrell

Draft 17 Registered with the WGAW

[email protected]


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EXT./INT. LOAN & GUITAR OUTLET - HUNTINGTON BEACH, CA.

The afternoon sun shimmers over the Pacific. The sunlight

bounces back brilliant rays of orange, yellow, and red.

Cruising in from the ocean up Beach Boulevard, a DARK BLUE

'65 CHRYSLER 300 pulls into the front lot of a dirty Pawn

Shop.

INSIDE - A YOUNG MAN (PATRICK E. BRIGGS, 26) drudges up to

the front and drops a HIGH QUALITY MICROPHONE on the counter

top.

The SHOP OWNER (56), says nothing. He stares down Patrick

from his unlaced boots up to his hand me down suit and loose

tie. The young man looks like how Stallone would look after

filming Rocky Nine.

The shop owner's hands counts out FORTY DOLLARS, and money

is exchanged for the microphone.

SHOP OWNERYou sure you wanna trade your soul

in for forty bucks kid?

PATRICK

That depends, is the guy next door paying

fifty?

EXT./INT. PATRICK'S CAR - 405 FREEWAY SOUTHBOUND (LATER)

The commute is horrendous. Patrick's car barely crawls along

with the rest of the traffic. Claustrophobia sets in as more

cars pour in from the on ramp, and he's stuck in the center

lane. No chance of escape.

The BLARING HORNS eventually crescendo and turn into the

BEEP of Patrick's alarm CLOCK.

INT. PATRICK'S APARTMENT (MORNING)

Patrick's blood shot eyes shoot open. He's about to get out

of bed when he glares at the obstacle before him. (BETH, 19)

is still sound asleep. Beth, is a beautiful brunette, and a

blithe upon ones life.

With the bed against the wall and Beth blocking his escape,

Patrick manages to wrestle the covers off and crawl out the

end of the bed: passive aggressive to the core.

As soon as Patrick slaps the alarm off, Beth bitches...

BETH

God Patrick you always have to make

so much noise in the morning.

Getting dressed, Patrick's expression doesn't even pretend

to hide how much he wishes he could just hang himself.


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EXT./INT. PATRICK'S CAR - IRVINE, CA. (MORNING)

Driving up the Toll Road, Patrick begins to reflect on his

soul sucking monotonous routine.

CLOCKING INTO THE SAME JOB

ANSWERING THE SAME ASININE CALLS.

WAKING UP EVERY MORNING TO THE SAME FIGHT

Gripping the steering wheel tighter, grinding his teeth

harder, Patrick simply can't stand it any longer. He

SCREAMS.

HORNS roar behind Patrick. He looks up from the steering wheel

to see the green, and pushes through the intersection.

LATER - Pushing ninety miles an hour, Patrick races up the

241 North Bound. To the east, sunlight jets past wisps ofclouds turning the mountains behind him a bright purple.

Coasting past the toll booth, Patrick is unable to cross over

to his side of the off ramp. A white land yacht of an SUV

cuts him off with an indignant DOUBLE HONK.

Patrick slams on the breaks; screeching to a halt just

before he runs the red. Frustration spills over him as he

slumps down over the steering wheel.

Strolling over the crosswalk; a beautiful, long blond haired

girl (TILLEY, 23) passes unnoticed in front of Patrick. She

wears dark blue jeans riddled with holes and a BLACK KEYS

T-Shirt.

At first Patrick doesn't bother to look up as Tilley opens

his passenger door and hops in. He is startled however when

she throws her MASSIVE MESSENGER BAG on the floor.

Patrick looks first to the bag stitched together from old

jeans: SHARPIE DRAWN FROWNY FACE WITH X-ed OUT EYES on the

front. Her pink and purple bangs obscure her face as she

rifles through her bag. Still, Tilley manages to inform

Patrick...

TILLEY

You have the green.

More impatient HORNS honk behind Patrick.

Stepping on the accelerator, the Chrysler pulls forward and

continues on its way.

The next signal turns from green to red. Patrick waits to

make his U-turn. Taking a breath, he asks the obvious...


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PATRICK

So... hello. Who the hell are you?

TILLEY

I'm your passenger. Who are you?

PATRICK

I'm not a taxi.

TILLEY

So you're not charging then?

(Beat)

Green light.

Patrick pushes through the U-turn and pulls over to the side

of the road. Blinkers on break set, Patrick stares down his

unwanted fare.

PATRICK

No, I'm not charging, and I'm not

picking up strays either.

TILLEY

Okay well, I'm Tilley and I'm going

to assume your necktie is chocking

you out right now and making you

unnecessarily grumpy.

PATRICK

Good guess. You can get out now.

TILLEY

OR, you could drop me off wherever

you were originally going and I

could leave you alone forever.

Tilley raises the three finger salute.

TILLEY

Scouts honor.

Deep breath. There is no threat, and there is no immediate

inconvenience. More importantly, Patrick is late for work.

Blinkers off; Patrick races on.

EXT. HILTON GARDEN INN - IRVINE (CONTINUOUS)

Pulling forward into the empty parking space, Patrick shuts

off the engine. The tension thickens as He waits for Tilley

to exit first.

Tilley lets out a heavy sigh and stares are her door knob.

PATRICK

Seriously?


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The girl smiles and taps her invisible wrist watch.

The boy groans and get out of the car. He can't believe he's

playing valet to a stranger. Throwing open her door...

PATRICK

(Dripping disdain)

Shall I help you with your luggage

ma'am?

Tilley gracefully exits the car and tilts her head to the

Sky and replies with her best Elizabeth Taylor imitation

TILLEY

No, no, that'll be all boy, thank

you.

As soon as she's clear, Patrick slams the door and begins to

march towards the hotel.

TILLEYOh wait!

Deep breath. Turn.

PATRICK

Listen, could you just... go...

away from me?

Tilley has already closed the gap between them, and shoves a

PINK FLIER into Patrick's hand like a sly handshake.

TILLEY

I forgot your tip.

Patrick unfolds the flier, scoffs, and puts it back in

Tilley's bag. She's standing close enough now that Patrick

has to hide his obvious reaction to how incredible she

smells.

PATRICK

I think you're capable of throwing

away your own trash, thanks.

Tilley smirks, unfolds the flier, and begins walking

backwards toward Patrick's car.

TILLEYI think you seriously need to go to

this thing.

Without looking, Tilley's left hand finds its way onto the

hood of the Chrysler as she continues backwards.

TILLEY

I think you're getting cramped

swimming in a small pond and are


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afraid to dive into something

deeper.

Her finger tips seductively brush above the hood moving up

towards the windshield.

TILLEY

OR, not: whatever works.

That said, Tilley slaps the flier under Patrick's windshield

wiper and struts towards the hotel across the parking lot.

Patrick tries to wipe away his awestruck look.

PATRICK

Do you, um, have somewhere to go?

TILLEY

Yeah, I'm going for a swim.

The boy is a mix of confusion and irritation. He looks athis watch: times up.

INT. HILTON GARDEN INN - LOBBY (CONTINUOUS)

The girl at the front desk (JENNY, 20) looks up and waves as

Patrick comes jogging in.

JENNY

Hi Patrick! Who's the girl?

PATRICK

What girl.

LATER - Patrick is alone at the front desk. The afternoon

sun streams into the empty lobby.

The RINGING PHONE wakes Patrick from his boredom coma.

PATRICK

Hilton Garden Inn this is Patrick

how may I help... I'm sorry? Ma'am?

Ma'am you're going to need to take

the phone out of your mouth if you

want me to understand you.

Having heard thousands of these calls before, Patrick's

sunken eyes look up across the lobby to the pool at theHOTEL ACROSS THE PARKING LOT.

OUT OF THE POOL - Tilley, still in her jeans and a pink

bathing suit top, throws back her soaking blond, pink, and

purple hair: very distracting.

Patrick tries to divert his attention back to the phone.

PATRICK


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What? Are you still talking? No our

location has not moved. We've

always been right here.

Across the lot, Tilley is putting her hair up in a towel

wrap and is attempting to shake herself dry.

PATRICK

Yes, I have flown South West before

but... Ma'am? No I cannot book your

flight for you... Because this is a

hotel, that's why.

Still damp, Tilley slips her T-shirt back on over her pink

top. She stuffs the hotel towel into her bag and exits via

hopping the fence.

PATRICK

Sure, absolutely... your flight

number is 0-7-1-J and leaves in

three minutes. Good luck ma'am.

Patrick tosses the phone back on the receiver and goes back

to his paper work.

INT. LAUNDRY ROOM - LATER

Patrick stares down the time clock waiting to punch out. The

sound of sheets tumbling in the dryer diverts his attention

for just a minute. The parallels between the sheets and his

life as of now is to depressing to watch.

The time clock BUZZES, and Patrick punches out.

Walking through the laundry room, he pushes through the back

door and into the parking lot.

EXT. PARKING LOT - HILTON GARDEN INN (CONTINUOUS)

Walking out into the deserted parking lot, Patrick makes a

B-line to his Chrysler. Patrick spies the flier, the

crumpled piece of paper still under the windshield.

Reluctantly he tears the flier out from under the wiper.

ON FLIER - "TONIGHT ONLY, IRVINE SPECTRUM OVERFLOW PARKING

LOT, MORGONDORFERS AND SICK SAD SOULS, 11:11 PM"

Patrick shrugs and throws the flier in the back seat.

EXT. PATRICK'S APARTMENT (LATER)

Fumbling with his keys, Patrick makes his way up the stairs

to his apartment.

PATRICK

Small pond... I have a perfectly


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adequate sized pond.

Patrick opens the door to his apartment, but lingers in the

entry way. His expression goes from discontent, to

depressed. Looking down to his hand, he clenches the pink

piece of paper.

The door to the Chrysler opens.

Ignition on.

Roll out.

EXT. IRVINE SPECTRUM - OVERFLOW PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Patrick's car pulls into the over flow lot. The place looks

like a miniature gypsy circus. The crowd is made of kids who

get ninety percent of their crap from Hot Topic.

In the center of the lot are four easy up tents in a semi

circle. All the tents are connected by long sheets of canvassplattered with a kaleidoscope of different paints.

Underneath the two outer tents are tables with food and

drinks. The ones in the center have couches, lawn chairs,

bean bags, all stolen from the side of the road and God

knows where else.

Out from the tops of the tents, a canopy of Christmas lights

extend toward the stage. Currently, an ALL GIRLS GROUP is

screaming out a PUNK ANTHEM to an unreceptive crowd.

Patrick spies Tilley on drums. She's good. Really good.

Wandering over to the beer tent, Patrick watches some PUNK

KID spew out his drink. The Punk turns to the BARTENDER.

PUNK KID

I said water! What the hell is

this?

Patrick takes the glass from the kid, and takes a sip.

PATRICK

Merlot. Full bodied... with a

rather enduring finish to it. Next

time you get fine wine and you're

underage, just say thanks and walkaway kid.

The Punk Kid goes off in a huff. Patrick turns to the

bartender (JACK KNIFE, 29) a tall black man with an Afro

superior to all other Afros.

JACK KNIFE

(To Patrick)

What can I do for you?


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Patrick takes a look at the hand drawn menu hanging up and

frowns.

PATRICK

You know what I'd really like? It's

not in season but...

From under the counter, Jack Knife pulls out exactly what

Patrick needs.

JACK KNIFE

Sam Adams Summer Ale, with a wedge

of lime.

PATRICK

Jesus! How did you know that?

JACK KNIFE

I know all, and you can call me

Jack Knife.

Patrick takes the beer and gives Jack Knife a skeptical nod.

The band comes to a close with weak applause from the crowd.

Coming back from the bar table, Patrick meanders his way

over to the lounge area and takes a seat on an empty yoga

mat.

MATER OF CEREMONIES (O.S.)

That was Morgondorfer. Thank you.

Before he can fully recline, a familiar voice speaks up from

behind.

TILLEY

(Mock man voice)

What are you doing on my mat tiny?

PATRICK

Oh sorry is this... oh, it's you.

TILLEY

Hi there.

PATRICK

I'm sure I can find another seat.

TILLEY

Well, unlike some, I'm not above

the concept of sharing. Move over.

Not wanting to make the situation more awkward than it

already is, Patrick slides over on the mat.

The MASTER OF CEREMONIES, (32) comes back onto the stage.


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MASTER OF CEREMONIES

(Public speaking = death)

We're going to get started again

here. These guys are um... really

talented...?

PUNK KID

Get off the stage nerd!

MASTER OF CEREMONIES

Um, okay, the Sick Sad Souls

everyone.

There is scattered applause as the band steps out onto

stage. Imagine clones of David Bowie, minus the flash and

talent, and you'd have the Sick Sad Souls Pegged.

TILLEY

Thanks for coming by the way.

PATRICK

My other plans, um, got canceled.

TILLEY

Plans-- You're funny.

LATER - The band continues as does the uncomfortable silence

between Tilley and Patrick. Imagine listening to Conner

Oberst of Bright Eyes going through a meat grinder, or having to

go through a meat grinder while being forced to listen to

Conner Oberst.

Out of the corner of his eye, Patrick watches Tilley's

cherry red lips sip her beer out of her PINK TWISTY STRAW.

Very distracting.

TILLEY

I like to pretend that instead of

just coming from a dirty, generic

cup, my beer went on a magical

journey to get to my lips.

PATRICK

Does that help your buzz?

TILLEY

In a slight but measurable way,yes. So what really brings you up

here?

PATRICK

Some girl littering on my car.

TILLEY

Wow, even with the tie gone, you

still retain the charm of a vapid


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ass hat. Are you naturally like

this, or does your job involve the

anal transportation of steel rods?

PATRICK

(Deep Breath)

I'm sorry. It was just one of those

days... or weeks. Actually, this

year was just full of suck

actually.

FLASHBACK TO:

INT. DORM ROOM - UCI (EARLIER THAT MORNING)

Patrick is getting dressed while Beth SCREAMS away at him in

the background, complaining about everything and anything

under the sun. Not that a drop dead gorgeous girl like her

has anything real to complain about. She does anyway.

PATRICK (V.O.)The bed I woke up in this morning

is against the wall, so there's

only one side to get out on: the

wrong side.

Patrick calmly walks out of the room, the door automatically

slamming shut behind him.

INT. GM OFFICE - HILTON GARDEN INN

A muted MANAGER DAVE (40) drones on in front of Patrick.

PATRICK (V.O.)

Been in the same job for five years

with no chance for a raise,

vacation, or escape. Ever.

The boss slips a form back to Patrick and slams his stamp

down on the top of the page.

ON THE PAGE - "REQUEST DENIED"

INT. PATRICK'S APARTMENT

Patrick opens the door to his apartment. Everything is gone.

Not only was it robbed, but it was cleaned out so well, it

could have been a model house. Only sun tanned outlineswhere the furniture once stood remains.

PATRICK (V.O.)

When it comes down to it, it's not

about what happened to the stuff.

Out of all the people in all the

world, all this stuff had to happen

to me.


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Patrick slams the door before him.

- BACK TO PRESENT -

TILLEY

Could have been worse; I suppose

your entire family could have died

in a horrible accident.

PATRICK

My folks are already dead.

Tilley sets her beer down and turns to face Patrick.

TILLEY

I'm really sorry.

PATRICK

I'm pretty much over it.

TILLEYThat didn't just happen now did it?

PATRICK

No, but when you lose both your

parents in two different decades to

relatively the same war, You're

pretty much numb to everything

else.

It's clear by the increased number of plastic cups next to

Patrick time has passed since the beginning of his story.

TILLEY

So how are you now?

PATRICK

All things considered... still

existing.

TILLEY

Well perhaps God is preparing you

for something better than apartment

life.

PATRICK

(Drunk)

God? Read my lips, God doesn't givea flying fuck about us.

TILLEY

Well, when you're fully prepared to

be proven wrong, give me a call.

PATRICK

(Drunker)

Oh, okay C.S. Lois you show me some


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proof. I got my proof: everything

here sucks! Like this band. This

band sucks so bad.

(To the band)

Hey! You guys suck! Badly!

Patrick is now suddenly aware of the volume of his voice by

the silence that has rushed over the crowd.

The band has abruptly stopped and the LEAD SINGER (Adrian

Wackier, 24) has begun to push his way through the crowd

toward Patrick.

Adrian is a boy dressed in head to toe black and his mascara

is running. His jeans also beg the question as to whether it

is their tightness he must walk the way he does, or if he is

just that androgynous.

Adrian leans in about three inches from Patrick's face.

PATRICK(Drunkest)

Hil- Hilton Garden Inn, how may I

direct your call?

ADRIAN

How dare you mock my pain on stage!

TILLEY

Actually he was mocking you from

the audience.

ADRIAN

You think you know the depths of

Lady Sorrow?

PATRICK

I got money says you haven't seen

the depths of any lady.

TILLEY

I'd take that bet.

ADRIAN

Well, if you think you can do a

better job...

(Drops microphone in Patrick's

lap)...You play.

Adrian wipes the mascara from his eyes and struts back over

to the right wing of the stage.

Patrick begins to sober up slightly as the rest of the crowd

begins to taunt him to get to the stage.

Calling upon the amazing courage of alcohol, Patrick stands


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up ready to meet his fate. He stops as Tilley grabs his

cuff.

TILLEY

Can you actually play anything?

PATRICK

I can't remember, let's find out

together.

Tilley follows behind Patrick stumbling his way toward the

stage. Reaching into her massive bag, Tilley pulls out her

pair of drum sticks and aims them towards the DRUMMER, (21).

TILLEY

Be gone!

The Drummer scoffs, and his pleather skirt vacates

the seat.

After tapping in on the drum set, Tilley and Patrick bothstare at the guitar.

TILLEY

Well?

PATRICK

I... I can only play the

microphone, I can't sing the

guitar.

TILLEY

Who knows how to sing the guitar?!

As quickly as the crowd bursts into laughter, they are

quickly silenced. The crowd parts. Out from the newly formed

isle, Jack Knife walks towards the stage holding a jet black

FENDER SIX STRING across his back.

TILLEY

Can you play better than these

whiny drag queens?

JACK KNIFE

It is as you say.

TILLEY

Brilliant, we need you.

Jack Knife jacks in his guitar as he asks an increasingly

inebriated Patrick...

JACK KNIFE

What are we in the mood for?

TILLEY

Down for anything.


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PATRICK

(Way drunk)

I'm down!

JACK KNIFE

That B-Side off of Help?

PATRICK

Sure. Let's hope this turns out

pretty damn good, huh...

The crowd is getting restless. It's at this point Patrick's

opening line knocks their Fucking socks right off with

LENNON/McCARTNEY'S "I'm Down".

Jack Knife leads in with the rhythm, as Tilley bests in on

the drums.

Patrick is swaying with the music as he continues to deliver

a raspy, deep drawl on the next chorus.

Tilley slams on the bass drum. Then, out of nowhere, Jack

Knife breaks into a flawless guitar solo. It sounds as if

the man had at least twelve fingers on one hand.

Patrick ends with a scream that could have floored Steven

Tyler.

The crowd goes ape shit.

The Sick Sad Souls are less enthusiastic.

The EMO band moves to reclaim their stage. Adrian crosses

over to Patrick who is using the microphone to keep himself

standing.

ADRIAN

YOU... you insensitive breeder!

Adrian slips off his lace glove, and slaps Patrick across

the face with the girly accessory.

PATRICK

(To Jack Knife)

Did I just get slapped by a guy

with a frilly glove?

JACK KNIFE

I think so.

ADRIAN

We are five time winners of the

Seattle Alternative Dance awards.

you think you are worthy of

challenging us?


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TILLEY

You're five time winners of the SAD

awards?

PATRICK

Hey I don't want to challenge you,

we just want you to stop molesting

your guitars.

Tilley turns an inebriated Patrick around by the shoulder

and firmly grabs him by the balls.

PATRICK

Um... hello there.

TILLEY

Yeah, just checking, I think its

about time you use these.

PATRICK

I'm... I'm getting mixed signalshere.

TILLEY

We can beat these guys. I use that

term loosely, but you can beat

them.

For a moment both stare deep into each others eyes. Deep

breath. Adrian clears his throat and grabs his own crotch.

ADRIAN

It's okay, some men are just born

without testicles; it's perfectly

natural.

Patrick turns back to Tilley.

PATRICK

Fine. I'll beat 'em.

TILLEY

Good.

Deep breath.

PATRICK

You're going to have to let go ofmy balls now.

TILLEY

Am I?

Patrick pivots around to face Adrian. Still wasted, Patrick

continues to use the mic stand as a crutch.

PATRICK


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Alright, when is this sad little

contest of yours?

ADRIAN

Empty Grave Venue, three days. Be

there.

PATRICK

Count on it. In the mean time fruit

loop, get the hell out of

California.

Adrian finally snaps.

ADRIAN

You bitch!

Adrian slaps Patrick, who promptly falls into the drum kit

and passes out.

EXT. IRVINE SPECTRUM - OVERFLOW PARKING LOT - MORNING

Patrick wakes to find a deserted parking lot.

Everything from the tents to the cars are gone; including

his own car.

Looking at his forearm, Tilley's name and number are

scrawled across it in bold Sharpie marker.

The BUZZING in Patrick's pocket scares the hell out of him

and his hang over. Fishing his iPhone out of his pants, he

slides it open to a shrill little voice that cries...

BETH (V.O.)

You were supposed to meet my dad a

half hour ago! Where the hell are

you?

EXT. UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA IRVINE - COLLEGE DRIVE - LATER

Patrick jumps out of the OCTA BUS and sprints up campus to

his girlfriend's dorm.

He doesn't lose pace as he runs through a student store and

grabs a DOZEN ROSES. He keeps running as he tries to pull

the price tag off.

AT THE DORM - one of the DORM GIRLS let's him in with a

Bright white smile.

DORM GIRL

She is so pissed at you it's not

even funny.

Faking a smile, Patrick continues down the hall. The door to

Beth's dorm is ajar. He can over hear the conversation


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between Beth, and her FATHER (MR. HARTWELL, 54).

MR. HARTWELL (O.S.)

...You deserve better. Even if he

has any talent, he's clearly

wasting it. He hasn't done anything

with his life recently, and clearly

it doesn't appear like he will do

anything with his future.

BETH

Well as soon as I find someone who

measures up to your standards, I'll

trade up. How's that daddy?

Patrick eases the door open ever so slowly. Beth looks a bit

startled at first, but resumes being pissed.

BETH

Where have you been... What

happened to your arm?

Patrick turns his attention to Beth's Dad.

PATRICK

Since we met, I respected you and

your daughter. I looked up to you.

I guess that means next to nothing

coming from some peasant like me

though.

Before Beth can open her mouth again, Patrick tosses the

roses at her.

PATRICK

You could water them and cut the

stems, but letsface it: they were

dead before I bought them.

With that, Patrick turns and walks out.

EXT. BUS STOP - UC IRVINE - LATER

Patrick waits impatiently for the bus. The hangover setting

in now, he holds his head while he paces. His phone

continues to ring.

ON SCREEN - BETH CALLING

He continues to ignore it.

Looking at his other hand, he considers dialing out as the

bus pulls up.

CUT TO:

INT. LOBBY - HILTON GARDEN INN - (DREAM SEQUENCE)


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The front desk is in utter chaos. Line out the door, phones

ringing off the hook, and manager Dave is hovering behind

him like the UFO of micro-management.

PATRICK

(Super fast)

Front desk may I have you hold

please, I have to help the guest in

front of me-

BETH (V.O.)

We need more wine in room 109.

PATRICK

We'll be with you in a moment, the

front desk is-

BETH

WINE. NOW!

Deep breath. Patrick rounds the front desk booth and grabs a

bottle of wine from the pantry beside him. The white noise

of irritated guests rises in rage as Patrick leaves the

front desk.

DOWN THE HALL - Patrick knocks once before the door to 109

flies open. Beth is in a cocktail dress dancing with THREE

HUGE DUDES. The First Dude is in doctor's scrubs, The Second

is a football player, and The Third simply has a towel

around his waist.

Towel man is the one who answers the door and takes the

wine.

TOWEL MAN

Oh, thanks. I'll take that.

PATRICK

I get the doctor and the football

player, but what are you?

TOWEL MAN

I'm a hot black man in a towel.

BETH

Shut the door loser!

TOWEL MAN

Thanks for the wine champ.

Towel Man gives Patrick the wink and the gun and slams the

door in his face.

END DREAM SEQUENCE

INT./EXT. OCTA BUS - IRVINE - DAY


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Patrick shutters as he contemplates the very possible

workplace scenario.

Dialing out on his iPhone...

PATRICK

(Fake Sick)

Hello Jenny? Yeah, it's Patrick.

Yeah, I'm so sick right now. I

don't think I'm going to make it in

today. Alright, thanks Jenn.

(Fake Cough)

INT. STARBUCKS - LATER

Sifting through change on the counter, Tilley shoves the

mass of dimes and nickels toward the BARISTA, (17). Tilley

quickly fumbles through her bag to answer her phone.

TILLEY

Hello?

PATRICK (V.O.)

Yeah, it's me.

TILLEY

Oh, and who might that be?

The entire line of COFFEE PATRONS lets out a collective

groan at the oblivious Tilley as she leans against the

counter top.

INTER CUT - BETWEEN PATRICK AND TILLEY

EXT. BUS STOP - IRVINE CENTER DRIVE (SAME)

Patrick steps off the bus and walks over to the bench.

PATRICK

It's Patrick, I was the drunk from

the other night.

STARBUCKS - Tilley is now seated on the counter top, legs

crossed. She ignores the hordes of COFFEE PATRONS pawing at

the pastry display case like ZOMBIES.

TILLEY

Could you be more specific?

BUS STOP - Patrick is lying face down on the stone bench.

PATRICK

Gave you a ride to my hotel... I

think we may have done a musical

number together?


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STARBUCKS - The line of Coffee Patrons have now made their

way behind the counter. Some strangle the Baristas, one

dunking their head directly beneath the spout guzzling down

coffee.

TILLEY

OH, you're that guy. You know I

think I may have borrowed your car.

Oblivious to the chaos, Tilley twirls Patrick's keys around

her finger.

BUS STOP - Still barely conscious, Patrick groans out...

PATRICK

Yeah, about that, you mind telling

me where you are so I can send some

nice men in uniforms to collect it

from you?

STARBUCKS - Tilley has her hand over the receiver as she

turns to the ZOMBIE in line behind her.

TILLEY

I'm sorry this is really important.

The Zombie's jaw goes slack and he lets out a groan.

Ignoring the undead coffee slave Tilley turns her attention

back to Patrick.

TILLEY

OR, how about I come pick you up?

Where are you?

BUS STOP - Grabbing the back of his own head, Patrick looks

through the haze to the street sign.

PATRICK

I'm slowly dying at the corner of

Jeffery and Irvine Center Drive.

At that moment, Tilley rolls up in Patrick weathered

Chrysler.

TILLEY

Bring out you're dead!

Patrick simply rolls off the bench and onto the ground.

EXT./INT. PATRICK'S CAR - BALBOA ISLAND FERRY (LATER)

Tilley is still behind the wheel as the boat cruises through

the bay. Patrick returns to his seat after sticking his head

out the window.

TILLEY


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Again, I'm sorry about your car,

but the Sick Sad Souls were going

to set it on fire and you were

passed out and too heavy to move.

PATRICK

Thanks. I got more on my mind than

kids that can't play their

instruments.

TILLEY

Wanna talk? I promise not to make

fun of you until after you're done.

PATRICK

Forget it. I'm sure I can figure it

out.

TILLEY

Kidding. God...

PATRICK

Please, don't...

TILLEY

Oh, no that was in vein, I wasn't

going to bring up your least

favorite subject... not yet anyway.

PATRICK

Lets just agree that, hangover's

and spirituality don't mix.

TILLEY

Cool, I'll just bookmark this topic

then until you sober up.

PATRICK

Note to self: stay drunk.

Tilley lets out a heavy sigh as the ferry docks. Turning

over the engine...

TILLEY

I'm actually going to need a full

stomach before I can swallow more

of your sarcasm, so hold those

manic depressant thoughts for amoment, kay?

EXT./INT. BALBOA ISLAND RESORT - NEWPORT BEACH (LATER)

Walking toward the pier, Tilley pulls on Patrick's sleeve

and leads him up the stairs to the resort.

Pulling off her shirt, Tilley opens the gate to the private

pool. She hops in the pool and turns back to Patrick.


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PATRICK

Sign says", guest only."

TILLEY

Then make like you're illiterate

and get in the pool.

Patrick removes his boots and sticks his feet in.

LATER - Leaning back up against the pool wall Tilley looks

over to Patrick lying face down.

TILLEY

See, everything doesn't suck now

does it? You're in a spa, God

loaned you a ridiculously hot girl

to hang out with...

PATRICK

See there you again... I stand bymy original claim that God wants

nothing to do with me.

TILLEY

So you ready to be proven wrong?

JACK KNIFE (O.S.)

Sounds like you could use a shot of

faith.

Patrick looks over to the pool to watch Jack Knife kneel

down handing Tilley a daiquiri from his serving tray. He's

in uniform as he apparently works at the hotel.

Patrick rolls onto his back and looks carefully up at Jack

Knife walking towards him.

The name tag actually reads "Jack Knife."

PATRICK

Actually, I need a shot of Jack

Daniels: short, no ice.

TILLEY

When did you start working here?

JACK KNIFEI work everywhere.

(To Patrick)

Jack Daniels coming your way.

Jack Knife walks over to the wet bar on the deck. Tilley

wades over toward Patrick.

TILLEY

So clearly your go nowhere life has


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you spiraling into depression, but

you're certain there is no ultimate

purpose to your life?

PATRICK

Leads to my second mantra:

everything sucks.

TILLEY

You're overwhelming optimism is to

much for me Patrick. Please, tone

it down a bit.

PATRICK

You know, I work in a job where I

am contractually obligated to

always be wrong. This is the one

area I know I'm right.

From the BAR ACROSS THE STREET, the slapping of a bass

guitar and the faint vocal equivalent of a rabbit beingboiled alive coming floating over the air.

TILLEY

It's a pitiful door prize, but it

seems your 'everything sucks'

prophecy is being fulfilled.

Jack Knife reappears with Patrick's drink. Tilley sits on

the edge of the pool and throws her hair back.

PATRICK

Maybe I'm damned to be surrounded

by crappy bands for eternity.

JACK KNIFE

You were going to do something

about that though, right?

PATRICK

Was I?

TILLEY

Seriously?

Jack Knife is back at the bar, tuning his guitar.

PATRICKOh, shit the dual! How am I going

to pull that off?

Hopping back into the pool, Tilley wades back over toward

Patrick.

TILLEY

God, make up your mind:" life

sucks, I wish it didn't suck, if


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only I could make it not suck, oh

that'll never happen..." What do

you want!?!?!

Patrick jumps into the spa starring down Tilley. The "MUSIC"

from across the street is getting increasingly irritating.

PATRICK

Hey, I know exactly what I want.

TILLEY

What!?

PATRICK

First: bourbon... and scotch...

Jack Knife has re-tuned his guitar and is picking away at a

steady rhythm, steadily drowning out the sound from across the

street.

JACK KNIFE...And one beer?

Patrick looks down.

He had been subconsciously tapping his foot under water in

time with Jack Knife's rhythm.

INT. CABO CANTINA (SAME)

Inside the cantina ACROSS THE STREET from Patrick, BAR

PATRONS look utterly miserable at the SOUND coming from the

stage.

ON STAGE - Sitting on a stool, BO WILLIAMS (21) sings out a

depressing melody as he plays his bass guitar. Bo wears a

toned down goth rocker outfit, and his bass work isn't bad:

too bad the vocals don't match.

A few patrons ear's pick up to the rhythm from across the

street. Jack Knifesguitar RIFF sounds like how a summer's

breeze feels.

EXT. BALBOA INN RESORT (SAME)

Patrick is circling Tilley in the pool. The girl is fighting

to hide a satisfied smirk. Still hung over and frustrated,

Patrick opens a modified version of GEORGE THOROGOOD AND THEDESTROYER'S ", One Bourbon, One Scotch, and one Beer."

PATRICK

Listen here / while I tell you the

story / 'bout the go nowhere blues.

TILLEY

Oh yeah?


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APPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE on the spa deck. (That's just how

it's going to be.)

Bo is pushing his way up the stairs through the crowd.

In the audience, a few of the HOTEL STAFF have joined the

rowdy crowd.

Reaching the front of the crowd, Bo slides his bass guitar.

A hush falls over the crowd.

Patrick, and Jack Knife turn to look at Bo squaring off to

dual. Tilley keeps taping on the symbols.

Suddenly, Bo breaks into a RIDICULOUS Bass solo. The crowd

goes nuts.

Jack Knife steps out from behind the bar, countering with an

equally awesome guitar solo. The crowd is in frenzy as both

guitarists battle for the lead solo.

Jack Knife finally lays down the hammer, reaching an

impossible scale at blinding speed. Bo's jaw drops as he

yields the floor to Jack Knife.

Patrick returns to deliver the final chorus, and all FOUR

band members deliver an explosive close.

As Jack Knife's guitar rings out the last note, the crowd

erupts in applause. It's a riot!

At the base of the stairs, the HOTEL MANAGER yells out over

the crowd.

HOTEL MANAGER

Alright, that's it, all of you off

my property this instance!

An overzealous DRUNK GUY gets in the hotel managers face.

DRUNK GUY

Hey, free country man, and we have the

freedom to rock!

The Hotel Manager shoves the Drunk. Drunk returns with a

punch. The Manager ducks and the Drunk decks a HOSTESS.

Hostess goes down and causes a RANDOM PASSERBY to trip and

fall into a BURLY MAN.

Burly Man looks down at the Passerby. Before Burly Man's

foot connects with the Passerby's head, Passerby rolls to

the right.

It's too late to stop Burly Man's momentum as he PUNTS a

MIDGET up, and into the crowd.

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the riot continues.

TILLEY

You wanna stick around and see what

happens?

Patrick looks to his left and right. Bo and Jack Knife have

already made a run for it.

Grabbing Tilley's hand, they too make their escape.

Fighting through the crowd, Patrick leads Tilley into the

hall and into a vacant room being cleaned. The MAID is

yelling at them in Spanish. Patrick is lost looking for

another way out.

Tilley takes the television and throws it THROUGH the

window.

EXT. BALBOA INN - NEWPORT BEACH - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

Climbing out through the window, Patrick and Tilley shuffle

around TWO OFFICERS waiting outside. Still hand in hand, the

pair run back towards their car.

Two officers are still in pursuit as both Tilley and Patrick

slam their doors and summon the engine to life.

From the passenger seat, Patrick asks with bewilderment...

PATRICK

How am I still not driving my own

car?

TILLEY

You never asked for your keys back.

PATRICK

It's implied. My car: I drive it.

TILLEY

In any other instance, sure. But, I

think the more aggressive driver is

what we need now.

PATRICK

Hey, I'm an aggressive...

Before he can get his words out, Tilley floors the gas and

slides out of the parking stall backwards and into the flow

of traffic.

After a few yards, Tilley flips the car around and heads

down the boulevard.

Horns sound, collisions are barely avoided, and TWO SQUAD

CARS begin their pursuit after Tilley and Patrick.


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EXT. NEWPORT BEACH BOULEVARD - PATRICK'S CAR (CONTINUOUS)

Speeding down the boulevard, Patrick grabs the seat belt for

dear life while trying to present a manly and confident

presence.

As the sirens wail in the background, Tilley speeding

through the quiet Newport streets, she casually inquires...

TILLEY

So on to Seattle right?

PATRICK

Oh, yeah, we're off to a great

start.

TILLEY

Hey, I'm just saying: if you want

prof that...

PATRICK

Less talking, more, eyes on the

road.

TILLEY

You never let me finish a

sentence... Deer.

PATRICK

Dear?

TILLEY

Yeah?

PATRICK

We met about twenty hours ago.

TILLEY

No there was a literal deer in the

road.

PATRICK

In New Port?

BO (O.S.)

It was plastic. It was fake.

Patrick looks in the back seat to see BO lying down in the

back.

PATRICK

When did you get in here? How did

you get in here?

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I want to join the band.

Patrick looks back to Tilley who has her smirk spread across

her face. She's about to open her mouth to comment...

PATRICK

I will wipe that smile off your

face. Just keep driving.

Tilley chuckles as she deftly avoids another squad car and

mounts the curb.

PATRICK

Besides, this may be God's way of

killing us off before we find out

if He's real or not.

BO

If there's a God at all.

TILLEYOh cheer up guys. It's not that

bad.

The COP chasing them gains and performs the pit maneuver.

Tilley instead turns WITH the patrol car and careens quickly

over the sidewalk and down the adjacent hill.

PATRICK

Tilley, you started this, now get

us out of this!

TILLEY

I don't know if that's goanna

happen.

PATRICK

WHAT?!

TILLEY

I just really tend to start stuff,

I'm not what you'd call a finisher.

SMASHING through the fence to...

EXT./INT. NEW PORT GOLF COURSE (CONTINUOUS)

Tilley slides the car across the freshly cut green grass andhits the accelerator.

TWO SQUAD CARS remain in pursuit across the course.

Tilley straightens out as she vaults over a sand trap. The

Squad Car directly behind her is not so fortunate. The black

and white buries itself into the opposite side of the

embankment.


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Barely avoiding a lake, Tilley makes a sharp turn resulting

in an unwanted doughnut spin. Tons of dirt and dust fly up

into the air.

The remaining cruiser nearly runs into Patrick's Car before

sailing through the cloud of debris.

Tilley manages to even out once again and heads for the

DRIVING RANGE. The last black and white isn't far behind.

PATRICK

I take it back. Now's not a great

time to start trying to finish

things.

TILLEY

I disagree.

Just in the nick of time, a BALL COLLECTING CART happens to

drive right in front of the oncoming shower of golf balls.

Tilley maneuvers the car directly behind the cart and pushes

it forward as a shield.

The squad car behind them is seconds too late. The barrage

of balls is too much, shattering the windshield. The OFFICER

behind the wheel gets knocked out by a rouge ball. His

DEPUTY desperately grabs for the wheel.

Tilley meanwhile continues to push the golf cart toward the

golfer's platform.

The PEDESTRIANS scramble for their lives as the ball cart

and Chrysler approach at high speed.

INT. NEW PORT GOLF PRO SHOP (SAME)

Out from one of the changing rooms, GOLFER DAN checks

himself out in the mirror.

GOLFER DAN

Oh yeah, plaid is back!

Barely missing Golfer Dan, Patrick's car comes SMASHING in

through the side of the building. The pursuing squad car

crashes into a nearby rack of clubs.

Golfer Dan looks up from under the rubble, thankful he willgolf another day.

EXT./INT. NEW PORT GOLF CLUB (SAME)

The quiet of the parking lot is broken as Patrick's car

crashes through the front window and drives off into the

night.

TILLEY


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Well that wasn't so bad.

Patrick is left speechless, and melts into the passenger seat.

FADE INTO:

EXT./INT. PATRICK'S CAR - COAST HIGHWAY - DAY

Patrick jerks awake to the beautiful ocean view along the

coastal highway.

Adjusting his vision he also realizes that Bo is behind the

wheel. Tilley is currently curled up in the back seat under

a space blanket.

BO

Um, she said I could drive because

you needed your sleep so you don't

freak out.

Patrick offers Bo nothing but a blank face.

PATRICK

Tilley!

TILLEY

Sleeping, go away.

Leaning over the back seat, Patrick looks own at Tilley

under a space blanket. He flicks her forearm.

TILLEY

Ow, what?

PATRICK

I'd like to return to reality now.

(To Bo)

Pull over there.

TILLEY

Patrick, you're not backing out of

the contest. Bo, keep going and

don't stop until you see an IHOP.

BO

Aye, miss.

PATRICKHey, I'm not backing out. Just stop

the car so I can get my head-

TILLEY

I'll pay for breakfast.

Patrick stops in mid rant: deep breath.

PATRICK


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Bo, keep going. Stop when you see

an IHOP.

EXT./INT. IHOP - SANTA BARBARA (LATER)

Patrick and Bo follow Tilley into the IHOP.

INSIDE - They slide into their booth. Tilley leans forward

starring down Patrick.

PATRICK

What?

TILLEY

We're going to Seattle right?

PATRICK

Sure.

TILLEY

Oh come on. Once more with feeling.Then again, if I was wrong about a

particular opinion, I'd be bummed

too...

PATRICK

Okay, stop. This is not some grand

design conspiracy. I agreed to this

thing of my own free will. The only

outside influence acting upon me

was the massive amount of alcohol

in my system. That's all.

BO

There is no free will. It's a trick.

TILLEY

I thought you didn't believe in a

higher power?

BO

I don't.

PATRICK

You don't believe in anything?

BO

No.

The SERVER / Jack Knife hands out the group's menus and

waters. Gently flicking the top of his glass, Bo watches the

ice cubes separating.

TILLEY

So why join the band?

BO


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LargeOrange Juice? You got it

champ.

TILLEY

And could you get a pancake thing

with whip cream for Bo? He needs to

cheer up a bit.

Bo looks confused and a little scared.

BO

How does he know things?

PATRICK

He knows everything apparently.

Still wearing his quizzical face, Tilley reassures BO moving

his hair out of his face.

TILLEY

And he works everywhere. Moreimportantly, we have a band to

recruit. Bo, when is the

competition again?

BO

Three days.

TILLEY

I think we'll barely make it up

there. We've already started up the

coast. Patrick?

PATRICK

This doesn't prove Big Guns

upstairs cares about me, only that

I'm committing myself to dethrone

EMO music.

Tilley lets out a little scream of happiness and slides

herself across the table to hug Patrick.

EXT. IHOP - SANTA BARBARA (LATER)

Patrick leads his band out into the parking lot. Out of the

corner of his eye, he spies a GREEN VW BUG. Tilley snaps her

fingers at Patrick.

TILLEY

You sure you're ready for this?

PATRICK

No.

TILLEY

Great.


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Tilley tosses him the keys.

Patrick crosses over to the driver side and jumps in the

car. He looks over to the passenger door; she's just

standing there.

PATRICK

Really?

Tilley bends down so that her visible disappoint can be seen

starring at the door handle.

Patrick sighs, and leans over opening the passenger door.

Tilley remains standing.

TILLEY

You really going to half ass it?

Patrick lays on the horn.

PATRICKGet in the car!

Tilley complies. She closes the door and fastens her seat

belt still aiming her disappointed face at Patrick.

PATRICK

That wasn't so hard now was it?

Patrick looks in the side rearview mirror and watches Jack Knife

walk back to the IHOP.

PATRICK

Hey! You ain't coming with?

JACK KNIFE

My shifts not over yet.

Jack Knife puts his apron back on and heads into the IHOP.

Patrick just quietly sits back in his seat and turns the

engine over.

EXT. UC SANTA BARBARA (LATER)

Patrick is finally behind the wheel as he backs into the

parking spot. He carefully checks both sides to make sure

the car is between the lines before turning off the engine.

Getting out of the car, Patrick, BO, and Tilley walk towards

the DORMS ahead.

TILLEY

(Beyond condescending)

That was some very pleasant and

responsible driving Patrick.

PATRICK


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Rainbow Bright called, she wants

her highlights back.

Bo playfully tugs at Tilley's hair only to get playfully

slapped in the face.

PATRICK

Where's your brother Bo?

INT. DORM ROOM - UC SANTA BARBARA (LATER)

The other Williams ROOMMATE (GREG, 20) answers the door.

GREG

You've awoken me before noon.

Explain yourselves.

BO

We're looking for my brother.

GREGOh right, you're Bo huh? I'm sorry,

but Big Willy left for the Beach

Side Bar and Grill three days ago.

Hasn't been back since.

TILLEY

Bad test or a girl?

Greg fully opens the door to reveal the great keyboard

massacre of apartment Dorm A-3. Below a bunch of smashed

pictures of ROBBY WILLIAMS and SOME GIRL, a fire ax is still

lodged deep in the C-Scale of his piano.

Bo slams his fist against the wall.

TILLEY

She burned him pretty bad huh?

BO

They're not even going out.

TILLEY

Oh.

PATRICK

Where's the bar?

EXT./INT. BEACH SIDE BAR AND GRILL - LATER

The Chrysler's engine comes to a cool as the band walks into

the bar.

INSIDE - Patrick and crew walk into an seemingly empty

restaurant. Reaching the counter, Patrick rings the bell.

A MEXICAN CHEF walks around the corner. The man looks as


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though he could have easily killed and eaten a Kodiak bear

with his bare hands.

The Chef sinks his meat cleaver down into the bar counter.

THE CHEF

What?

PATRICK

We're looking for a guy.

ADRIAN (O.S.)

Excellent choice.

At the back of the bar, Adrian and his band mates rise from

their booth and strut over to Patrick.

PATRICK

What are you doing here, when you

could, umnot be here?

Bo and Adrian lock eyes.

ADRIAN

Hi theretraitor.

Bo steps up closer to Patrick's side.

BO

Hi there poser.

ADRIAN

We're finishing ourDudes Orgasm-ing

Until Composers Hear Ecstasy tour.

I hope you're still considering

entering the Seattle Alternative Dance contest.

I can, taste, your defeat already.

TILLEY

SAD contest.

PATRICK

Why don't you and your Girl Scouts

hit the road, and run back to

Washington?

Stepping up inches from Patrick, Adrian raises his glass of

water above his head, but pours the water over himself.Pointing a perfectly manicured finger to the mascara

on his face, he whispers...

ADRIAN

These colors don't run.

With that, Adrian turns on his heels and struts out the

door.


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Pointing to a RAINBOW PATCH on his sleeve Bo yells back...

BO

AND THESE COLORS AREN'T A FASHION

STATEMENT, ASS HOLE!

Tilley pats Bo's shoulder and runs a hand through her hair.

TILLEY

Yeah, neither are these. That guy

sucks at acronyms though, huh?

PATRICK

Wait, what was that first part?

TILLEY

What first part?

The Chef rounds the bar, his hand still on the meat clever.

THE CHEFHEY! You still looking for a guy?

BO

He's my brother.

THE CHEF

Your brother? Yeah. He come in

here, and he sit down and stare at

the same bottle for hours. He keep

whispering 'Lucy,' and then cry until

we close up. Is very sad.

PATRICK

Where is he now?

THE CHEF

The roof. If you hurry, you can

catch him before he jumps.

OUTSIDE - Patrick's band and the Chef stand outside looking

up to the single story roof.

Out from the back of the restaurant, Jack Knife hauls out a

garbage bag over his shoulder and tosses it in the dumpster.

Not surprised at all, Patrick calls over to Jack Knife.

PATRICK

That fall won't kill him will it?

JACK KNIFE

Probably not, no.

ON THE ROOF - ROBBY WILLIAMS, (21) stands with his eyes

closed and arms at his sides. His clothes are disheveled and

hair shaggy: the embodiment of an emotional train wreck.


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BO

Robby! Robby get off the roof!

ROBBY

That's the idea.

PATRICK

All this for a girl?

TILLEY

You wanna tell us what happened?

ROBBY

I don't know. Everything was fine,

then everything changed. She says I

don't know what I want.

TILLEY

Do you?

ROBBY

Well, yeah. I just can't get it out

in words is all.

Tilley looks over to Patrick. Her sly smile spreads.

PATRICK

Oh, no. No. Not happening.

JACK KNIFE

It won't be as painful as you

think.

PATRICK

Im sure its exactly as painful

As I think.

TILLEY

You could talk to him first?

UP ON THE ROOF - Patrick carefully makes his way across the

roof, clutching the tiles. His shaking is obvious as he

approaches Robby.

PATRICK

Robby?

ROBBY

Listen, I don't know what you

expect to say but...

PATRICK

Just hold on man. I um, know what

Its like to be frustrated with some

girl...


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ROBBY

THE Girl!

PATRICK

Whatever. The point is, you're not

going to be happy in the

relationship if you're not--

Patrick looks down at his hand at the notes scribbled on his

palm. He looks down to Tilley.

Tilley clicks her novelty Pink feather pen and gives the

thumbs up.

PATRICK

You're not going to be happy if

you're not comfortable with who you

are first. You know?

ROBBYNo.

PATRICK

Robby, what do you love to do?

PATRICK

I... I play the piano?

PATRICK

Right, you're a musician...

ROBBY

Actually, I changed majors.

PATRICK

But you love the piano right?

ROBBY

Well, I also like anatomy, but I

was thinking about getting a minor

in art.

PATRICK

Right, musical arts!

ROBBY

Well, I really like metalSculpture

PATRICK

(Sigh, to Tilley)

Alright, it's not working. I'll do

the music thing.

EXT./INT. BREEN SCHOOL OF ENVIRONMENTAL SCIENCES - UCSB

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Sitting inside one of the ocean view classrooms, ROBBY'S

'GIRLFRIEND' (LUCY, 20) is fighting to stay awake.

The PROFESSOR at the front of the classroom sounds like Ben

Stein on elephant tranquilizers.

Suddenly, there is a persistent tapping of a bass drum. The

faint sound of IVORY KEYS TWINKLING in the background grows

louder.

Lucy, along with the rest of the class stand up out of their

seats and rush the door.

Outside, leaning over the rails, Lucy looks to Patrick's

Band, including Robby, warming up on the UPPER PATIO.

Patrick drops his shades and prepares for his first sober

performance.

PATRICKThis one is for Lucy. Robby wants

you to know exactly what he wants.

Bo walks a slow bass line to the MUDDY WATERS version of "I

JUST WANT TO MAKE LOVE TO YOU."

As Patrick continues the rest of the STUDENTS pour out of

the classrooms.

By the time Jack Knife is half way into his rhythm solo, the

crowd is in an uproar. Robby is backing Jack Knife up on

keyboard flawlessly.

Tilley keeps the beat strong as Patrick struts toward Lucy

with the final verse.

Overwhelmed, Lucy sprints strong past Patrick for Robby as

plays off the final notes. She rounds the keyboard with

sultry smile.

ROBBY

I didn't know how else to tell you.

I was just-

Lucy slaps Robby across the face.

LUCYPig!

Robby looks back towards Patrick with a scowl. Patrick

shrugs it off. The crowd laughs.

BO

Looks like honesty wasn't the best

policy after all.


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INT. MEN'S ROOM - UCSB (LATER)

Patrick splashes cold water on his face and grips the sides

of the porcelain sink.

Entering the men's room, Tilley walks up to Patrick and

leans against the adjacent sink. She hand him the hotel

towel from out of her bag.

TILLEY

So... that was fun yeah?

PATRICK

That was terrifying.

TILLEY

Give me a break, you're a natural.

Singing is a part of who you are and

it's a part of you for a reason.

Tilley follows Patrick over to the stall as he takes care ofbusiness.

PATRICK

My middle name is a part of me too,

but it doesn't mean it's there for

a reason.

Bo takes the stall directly next to Patrick. A moment of

silence between the two. It's awkward.

TILLEY

What's your middle name?

JACK KNIFE (O.S.)

Elizabeth.

The toilet in the stall behind them flushes. Jack Knife in

A janitor's outfit, exits the stall and continues mopping the

floor behind him.

Bo flushes his stall and moves to the sink. Patrick zips up

and turns to Tilley.

PATRICK

There are many people who can sing,

and it makes no difference in the

world at all. Just like a name,it's just there.

JACK KNIFE

You think there was no purposeful

intent made in your name?

PATRICK

Just like the random molecules that

collided in space and brought us to


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where we are now.

TILLEY

Next time, should I have the urge

to give you a compliment, I'm just

going to bite my tongue and fore-go

another trip down philosophy lane.

PATRICK

Good plan. Let's go boys... and

girl.

Tilley lets out a huff of frustration and follows Jack Knife

and Bo out the door. As they exit, Patrick hears the

electric PING of a push notice in one of the stalls.

Peering over the top of the stall door, Patrick looks down

on Robby sitting on the can, iPhone in hand.

ROBBY

She still hasn't text me back.

PATRICK

You got to let that girl go Robby.

ROBBY

She was The Girl though.

PATRICK

You ever name your keyboard?

ROBBY

Yeah. Lucile.

PATRICK

Well, Lucy may be gone Rob, but

Lucile will never leave you. She is

THE girl for you.

Robby takes a deep breath and pockets the iPhone.

PATRICK

At a boy. Now pull up your pants

and letsget out of here.

EXT. PARKING LOT - UCSB (AFTERNOON)

Patrick leads The Band, with the exception of Jack Knifetoward the parking lot.

TILLEY

So what next?

PATRICK

Seattle.

Not looking up from his iPhone, Robby suggests...


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ROBBY

Maybe we should get some horns?

PATRICK

Sure. Letsget some woodwinds and a

gong while we're at it. Get in the

car.

The group piles into the Chrysler and the doors slam shut.

As Patrick's car pulls out of the parking lot, the same

GREEN VW BEETLE turns on its engine. Slowly rising from the

driversseat behind the steering wheel-- BETH. The girl

puts the car in gear and continues her pursuit.

EXT./INT. PATRICK'S CAR - SANTA CRUZ COAST HWY (EVENING)

The Williams brothers are dozing in the back seat. Tilley

has her feet up on the dash watching Patrick behind the

wheel.

PATRICK

So, what's with your hair again?

TILLEY

What's with your middle name?

PATRICK

You've done nothing to convince me

of your flying spaghetti monster.

TILLEY

Flying spaghetti monster? Ah, see, you

do have an imagination sort of.

PATRICK

You can't just sit back, not talk,

and enjoy the ride for like an hour

or two?

TILLEY

Oh, I'm enjoying myself. I'm still

determined to crack that thick

skull of yours though.

PATRICK

Why bother?

TILLEY

Wouldn't you like to know that

someone out there cares?

Patrick checks his rear view mirror.

PATRICK

I know someone out there cares,


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just not a good way.

Tilley cranes her neck back.

TILLEY

Who's in the little green bug?

PATRICK

Pretty sure itsthe Ex.

TILLEY

Oh.

PATRICK

Yeah.

Tilley lets out a short burst of laughter and begins to turn

her bathing suit top around under her shirt.

PATRICK

What, what are you doing?

TILLEY

Just making life a little more

interesting for you.

PATRICK

There you go just starting shit

again for no reason.

Un hooking the straps to her top Tilley looks up to Patrick.

TILLEY

Does your Ex have a quick temper?

PATRICK

(Like no shit)

Yeah.

TILLEY

Great, prepare for your first

lesson in aggressive driving.

Taking her top out from her sleeve, Tilley leans out the

window...

Aims.

Fires.

As the bright pink top rebounds off the windshield of the

car, Beth grips the steering wheel till her knuckles turn

white hot.

PATRICK

Are you out of your mind?


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ROBBY

Well he's not dead. Pulse rate

shows hes just unconscious. Maybe a

broken rib or two. Seems you hit

him at just the right angle.

PATRICK

How and the hell do you that?

ROBBY

I'm a doctor.

BO

UCSB doesn't have a Med program.

ROBBY

I'm a Bio Chem. major. I don't see

you with your scrubs on Bo.

BO

You're not even a nurse.

ROBBY

At least I didn't date a nurse.

BO

Hey! Frank could have been a doctor

but he valued the relationship with

his patients more than a paycheck!

ROBBY

He's still a nurse and a Dude!

BO

Well at least the person I was dating

knew we were going out!

TILLEY

BOYS! We almost killed a guy, not a

time to argue.

PATRICK

Right. Dr. Rob, dump this guy off

at the med station on the

boardwalk. We'll meet you in the

parking lot.

The SIRENS are getting closer as Robby scoops up theunconscious band student into a fireman's lift.

Patrick jumps back into the car, followed by Tilley and Bo.

Try after try, the car refuses to start. The Santa Cruz

police are nearly upon them.

PATRICK

This cannot be happening right now.


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Tilley digs out a BUSINESS CARD with holes punched in it.

TILLEY

Hey, if we all get arrested, this

will be my tenth night in jail.

PATRICK

What?

TILLEY

Yeah, and I get a toaster oven.

Patrick grabs Tilley's massive bag and leads the way toward

the boardwalk. Running through the sand, breathing heavy,

the trio head out toward the boardwalk.

Ahead, Patrick spots a CROWD before the SANTA CRUZ BOARDWALK

BEACH STAGE.

EXT. BEACH STAGE - SANTA CRUZ BOARD WALK (CONTINUOUS)

Pushing through the crowd, Patrick, Tilley and Bo try to

catch their breath. Eventual, the group makes their way over

to the bar. They lean up against the counter top facing the

stage.

Still gasping for breath, the trio overhears TWO MEN as they

walk past the bar.

BEACH DUDE #1

What are those guys waiting for?

BEACH DUDE #2

I know. Show was supposed to start

half an hour ago.

BEACH DUDE #1

This Jazz festival totally blows.

Patrick looks up to the stage to see an EIGHT PIECE JAZZ

BAND all wearing the same uniforms as the guy they ran over

a second ago.

Hanging his head with guilt, Patrick calls for the BARMAN /

JACK KNIFE.

PATRICK

Well Tilley; not counting ourprevious felonies, I think we can

add ruining hundred of people's

evening to the list.

TILLEY

Ruining people's evening isn't a

felony.

PATRICK


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You'd know.

TILLEY

If it was, I'd have had that toaster

awhile ago.

PATRICK

I so hate you.

TILLEY

Love you too darling.

Patrick takes the shot Jack Knife slid over to him. His

mouth is surprised by the burst of flavor he's suddenly

discovered.

Turning to Jack Knife, Patrick asks...

PATRICK

Did I just down a shot of '58

Cabernet Sauvignon?

JACK KNIFE

Itsa fifty three. It'll help to

calm your nerves.

PATRICK

For what?

JACK KNIFE

For that.

Patrick turns to see Beth storming her way through the crowd

toward the bar. It's too late to run. He's already been

spotted. The beast is angry.

Grabbing a fist full of crackers, Patrick takes his final

nourishment as he meets the raging girl half way. Beth

delivers a tiny little fist to Patrick's gut before he can

even get a word out.

PATRICK

Ouch, what'd a mosquito bite

me?

Beth hits Patrick again. Hard.

BETHYou think you can humiliate me like

that in front of my dad? Not to

mention you almost got me killed!

PATRICK

Hey, poor driving almost got you

killed.

BETH


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You think this is funny? Don't even

think of taking that tone after you

ditched me.

PATRICK

Yeah, Beth, I think we're over.

BETH

No one gets over me Patrick.

PATRICK

I'm sorry, did you all of a sudden

think you were wearing the pants in

this relationship?

Tilley takes a sip of wine from her TWISTY STRAW as she

shouts back...

TILLEY

You're doing a great job of telling

off that munchkin, Patrick. Tell herthat if she keeps bitching at you, youll

Send the witch of the East to enslave

Her people and have em make chocolate

all day.

PATRICK

Thats two different movies.

Beth storms up to Tilley.

BETH

Is this why you ditched me? You

left me for that tie dyed cow?

Patrick is mine you kaleidoscope

colored whore!

Tilley reaches into her massive bag and pulls out a BRICK.

Patrick is able to stave Tilleyshand before she decks Beth

in the face.

PATRICK

I'm done Beth. I'm off the abusive,

manipulative bandwagon.

BETH

We're done when I say we're done

you lazy, worthless, ass!

PATRICK

Fine! I guess I'm going to have to

spell this one out for you then.

Jack Knife already has another drink out for Patrick as he

turns his back on Beth and heads for the stage. Tilley and

Bo follow close behind, quickly followed by a raving Beth.


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Giving a nod to the HUGE SECURITY GUARDS, Jack Knife leads

the group up aboard the stage. Beth's path however is

blocked by the bouncers.

Patrick addresses the JAZZ BAND...

PATRICK

Hi there, I'm going to need to

commandeer your band.

The TRUMPET PLAYER (GEORGE HAAS, 18) clears his throat.

GEORGE

Man, you do whatever you need to as

long as we get to play something

tonight.

PATRICK

You guys know Cake?

GEORGEDoes Barack have a huge set of

nuts?

BO

Yes.

GEORGE

Alright then... on 1, 2...

Tilley leads in on drums while Bo strums out the bass line

to "SICK OF YOU" by CAKE.

As Bo rocks out the bass riff, the horn section explodes to

life into the first chorus.

By the end of the second verse, Robby has returned and

managed to crawl up on stage taking his seat behind the

keyboard. Bo's bass solo causes the crowd to pick up the

slack and cheer.

Into the bridge, it is quite clear that Patrick is singing

directly at Beth going so far as to pick up a stage

light directing it toward her.

Eventually Beth storms off to the delight of a laughing

crowd.

The horns are in full swing, and Tilley climaxes with an

ending drum solo that floors the audience.

Cheers and applause resound across the beach.

FADE INTO:

EXT. PARKING LOT - SANTA CRUZ BOARD WALK (LATER)


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Patrick is shaking hands with the band as they board their

COACH BUS.

George stops at the top of the stairs and turns to Patrick.

GEORGE

Not bad man. Not bad at all. Got to

ask though, this thing in Seattle,

you're not doing it all because of

some girl right?

PATRICK

No, nothing like that. It's for

revenge. I guess...

GEORGE

Maybe you should stop to consider

doing this, because itssomething

you were meant to do.

PATRICKMaybe you should stop talking to

the girl with the funny colored

hair?

GEORGE

Sure. See you up North.

PATRICK

See you up North.

George steps into the bus. In the driver's seat, THE DRIVER

/ JACK KNIFE drops the MAP down from his face and throws it

in the trash bin.

JACK KNIFE

Don't worry about the band. I'll

get 'em to exactly where they need

to go.

PATRICK

I don't doubt it.

JACK KNIFE

See, you're heading in the right

direction already.

PATRICKHey, don't need you on my case too.

JACK KNIFE

Oh, you're going to want me on your

case when the time comes.

PATRICK

(Sighs)

Sure. See you in Seattle.


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Jack Knife honks the horn twice, and shuts the doors to the

bus.

Walking out into the parking lot with the rest of his band,

Tilley throws her arm of Patrick's shoulder.

TILLEY

Could job hijacking a bus load a

high school students by the way.

That's not illegal at all.

PATRICK

Hey, the horn section was all

Robby's idea.

ROBBY

Does anybody care what happened to

that guy we hit?

PAN - FROM GROUP TO BOARDWALK ENTRANCE

Hobbling on a crutch, clutching his bandaged ribs, THE BAND

LEADER glares intently at Patrick and crew as they walk up

Beach Street.

EXT. BEACH STAGE (MOMENTS LATER)

Walking up to the stage, Adrian and his band are shocked to

find a surprisingly empty beach.

ADRIAN

What happened to our show?

Strolling past the band is a BEACH BUM that looks very much

like TOMMY CHONG. Adrian grabs the bum by the collar.

ADRIAN

Where the hell is our show?

CHONG

Your show? Who do you think you

people are man?

ADRIAN

WE'RE THE HEADLINERS!

Chong is released, but still perplexed by Adrian and hisband mates.

CHONG

Dude the headliners were here like

an hour ago. They wore like, normal

clothes too you know. Ya'll should

look into that man.

Adrian lets out a frustrated girly scream and marches off


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down the boardwalk. He isn't really paying attention to

where he's going as he collides into a sobbing BETH.

As both scramble to their feet, their rage is quelled both

recognizing, a sick, sad compatriot in each other.

EXT./INT. BEACH STREET HAMPTON (LATER)

The band is wiped. They trudge down the sidewalk and into

the lobby.

INSIDE - At the front desk, Patrick smiles and flips open

his wallet to reveal his Hilton Travel Passport.

PATRICK

Please tell me you have something

for tonight?

INT. GUEST POOL - HAMPTON INN (LATER)

Tilley floats face up across the pool in her jeans. A BRIGHTORANGE bathing suit top shows under her Black Keys T-Shirt.

PATRICK (O.S.)

What you doing?

TILLEY

Floating. If I am actually drowning,

I hope you'll do something about that

though.

Patrick jumps into the pool in his suit pants and wades over

to Tilley.

PATRICK

So, I have to ask; what are you

really doing here?

TILLEY

You lead off with that one.

PATRICK

I mean here, on a road trip with a

bunch of strangers.

Floating a bit closer to Patrick, Tilley begins to circle

around him nonchalantly.

TILLEY

You're not so strange.

PATRICK

Seriously, why do this?

Tilley dips her head back and spits out a fountain of water

into the air.


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TILLEY

When I was eleven, my mom shot

herself.

Tilley stands up and looks Patrick in the eye.

TILLEY

I never remember my mom or dad

actually having a conversation with

one another. They'd just pass by

each other like strangers.

Making her way towards the deep end away from Patrick,

Tilley continues.

TILLEY

So one day, after just sitting

there in silence, my mom turns to

me, looks me right in the eyes and

says", Tilley, there's no point to

it anymore."

Before she tears up, she turns back to Patrick.

TILLEY

After that, she walked to her room,

closed the door, and pulled the

trigger.

Tilley never cries. She simply lets herself sink under the

water, and stays under.

Patrick isn't good with words, but when Tilley fails to

Surface, he rushes over and dives to pull her out.

Pulling Tilley's head up out of the water, the girl gasps

for breath. Her blue eyes lock with Patrick's as she

whispers

TILLEY

You see?

PATRICK

What?

TILLEY

When you see someone drowning,

something compels you to break thesilence and pull them up out of

water. When I saw you, I felt

compelled to grab you, and pull

your head up.

PATRICK

You think that's why your God sent

you here?


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TILLEY

Patrick, I can't bear to see

another stranger drown. You know

what I do want most though?

PATRICK

What?

Resting on Patrick's shoulder, he can feel Tilley's lips

brush against his ear.

TILLEY

(Whisper)

A towel-- My ass is freezing.

Patrick props Tilley up on the side of the pool. Rolling out

onto the deck, Patrick holds out a towel.

PATRICK

Anything else miss?

TILLEY

No, boy. That'll be all.

INT. HALLWAY - HAMPTON INN (MOMENTS LATER)

Patrick and Tilley walk toward the guest laundry room. Booth

are wrapped in towel togas.

Tilley pulls out a deck of cards as they walk.

PATRICK

You have everything in that bag?

TILLEY

If you're referring to my Home Made

Survival Sack then yes, it has

everything.

As they walk, Tilley shuffles and deals out to Patrick.

Taking his cards they both turn the corner to the elevators.

TILLEY

So, what about you Elizabeth? You

found a reason for being here?

PATRICK

I thought we agreed upon revenge?Hit me.

Tilley gives Patrick another card.

TILLEY

Well, technically, that's Bo's

reason. Seventeen.

PATRICK


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I can't borrow BO's reason?

Nineteen.

TILLEY

Damn it. No you can't borrow Bo's

Reason-- Doesn't fit with your

character.

Tilley reaches under her toga and pulls out her still

soaking t-shirt. They both step into the elevator as Tilley

deals out another hand.

PATRICK

Doesn't fit with my character?

TILLEY

Well, you didn't borrow your

parents reasons and join the

Marines. Nineteen.

PATRICKYeah I did actually. Twenty.

TILLEY

Damn it. Wait, what?

EXT. ELEVATOR - As the elevator doors open, still in her

toga, Tilley has her pants draped over her shoulder. They

continue down the hall.

PATRICK

I joined as soon as I hit eighteen.

Two weeks into basic training, my

Sergeant pulls me aside and gives me

an ELS. Hit me.

TILLEY

What's that in civilian speak,

Private?

PATRICK

An Entry Level Separation is your

God's sick joke of keeping me from

honoring my parents.

TILLEY

Less disdain please.

PATRICK

Apparently some commander thought

that I was unfit for duty because

of "psychological stress." Twenty.

TILLEY

Surely he wasn't aware of the calm

carefree Patrick we all know and

love. Twenty One.


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PATRICK

Son of a bitch.

Tilley opens the door to the laundry room. She puts her hand

up in front of Patrick.

TILLEY

Pants.

PATRICK

You stacked the deck.

TILLEY

Yeah. I did. Pants gone now please.

Patrick smirks and unzips.

INSIDE LAUNDRY ROOM Tilley and Patrick sit on top of the

washer and dryer. Their game of cards continues. Bra and

boxers are on the floor. Towel toga's still on.

TILLEY

So, if I understand you correctly,

you hate God because you're still

alive?

PATRICK

Tilley, every day I wake up knowing

I will never see my parents again.

I would have rather died, honoring

what my parents fought for, than

live in fucking limbo without a

purpose.

(Beat)

Nineteen.

Tilley puts down her cards, fifteen. Their drier BUZZES.

Before Patrick dismounts his appliance, Tilley touches his

hand.

Very slowly, Tilley reclines her body back to the wall.

Even slower does she reach under her towel and remove

her panties.

Letting her panties drop to the floor, Tilley leans forward

into Patrick.

TILLEY

Patrick, it may be difficult for

you to hear, but there is at least

one person that is really thankful

you're alive.

Gently, Tilley kisses Patrick's neck. Carefully Patrick

places a hand on Tilley's waste, but she steps away.


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Taking the room key off the dryer. Patrick is left a bit

confused as she walks out of the door. Before he has time to

say anything, Tilley's towel hits him in the face.

TILLEY (O.S.)

I'll be in the room.

Patrick pulls the towel down off his face, but he's too late

to watch a nude Tilley walk down the hall: door's already

closed.

INSIDE THE ROOM - Patrick quietly opens the door. Dumping

the laundry on the floor, he makes his way to the bed.

Climbing under the sheets, Tilley rolls over to face

Patrick. For a moment the two just watch each other in the

dark. Finally, Patrick slides his hand up from under the

sheets and into Tilley's palm.

PATRICK

Thank you.

TILLEY

Good night stranger.

Tilley rolls back over.

TILLEY

Good night boys.

BO AND ROBBY

Night.

Surprisingly, everyone was able to cram into the single

queen bed. It's a cute picture.

INT. HAMPTON INN - ROOM 323 (MORNING)

Patrick is pacing at the front of the room, phone pressed to

his ear.

Tilley, Bo, and Robby all sit on the edge of the bed. They

listen in unison as Patrick breaks their view to the

television.

Tossing the phone on the bed, Patrick addresses the group.

PATRICKPalo Alto. They towed it up to Palo

Alto.

(Beat)

Guys?

Bo turns up the volume on the television.

TELEVISION REPORTER (O.S.)

...and here at the scene we have


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one of the parents of this bizarre

accident. Sir, do you know where

your daughter is?

Patrick slowly turns to face the screen holding his breath

in angst.

MR. HARTWELL

I don't know where he is, and I

don't know how he did this, but

Patrick Elizabeth Briggs is going

to pay for kidnapping my daughter.

TELEVISION REPORTER

Well there you have it. In a

potential kidnapping case, the one

and only suspect...

A file photo of Patrick is shown on the television.

BOHow come whenever they show those

pictures, they're never smiling?

ROBBY

Makes the public less sympathetic.

PATRICK

Or maybe they knew in advance I

wouldn't be so thrilled to be a

potential kidnapper... oh my God

are you kidding me?

TILLEY

It's not as bad as it sounds.

PATRICK

How is this not as bad as it

sounds?

Tilley throws in a hand full of popcorn into her mouth.

TILLEY

You didn't actually kidnap her did

you?

The KNOCKING on the door causes everyone to jump.

Bo and Robby immediately move toward the window and open it.

ROBBY

Have fun in jail.

Patrick motions for them to shut up. Carefully he moves

toward the door. He looks through the peephole and relaxes.

Slowly opening the door


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PATRICK

I'm sorry, can we help...

Patrick is immediately struck in the face by a CRUTCH

sending him back on his ass.

Stepping into the room is the BAND LEADER, bringing with him

a wooden crutch, and a horrible temper.

BAND LEADER

You stole my show, you stole my

band, and hit me with your car!

BO

Hey its that one guy.

ROBBY

Good to see him back on his feet.

Or, you know, foot.

Patrick rolls away just before he's struck in the head.

Performing a very sloppy backwards somersault, Patrick is

able to get back up on his feet.

The Band Leader comes back at him swinging. Patrick

counters, tearing the crutch out from his opponent.

As soon as he losses the crutch however, Patrick receives a

powerful blow to the gut and face. Pinned against the wall,

Patrick cries out...

PATRICK

Um, guys, a little help?

ROBBY

Patrick, I'm a little uncomfortable

hitting a person of disability.

BO

Yeah, I kinda feel bad about

beatin' on a crippled guy Patrick.

Ducking under a shot to the face, Patrick backs up blocking

and evading his opponent.

Tilley, sitting cross-legged on the bed, munches on hand

fulls of popcorn from her survival sack.

Patrick and the Band Leader continue to grapple.

TILLEY

Hey, how come you weren't on stage

with your band?

BAND LEADER

What?


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PATRICK

Yeah, why were just wandering

around in the dark?

The Band Leader upper cuts Patrick in the gut sending him

into the desk lamp.

BAND LEADER

I had... stage fright.

With the flickering light bulb over Patrick's head, it adds

to his sudden epiphany.

PATRICK

You ran from your fate, and got hit

by a car?

Patrick's moment of clarity is interrupted as the Band

Leader shoves Patrick's head into the wall.

Patrick has had enough. Pushing the Band Leader back,

punches continue to be exchanged.

Finally, Patrick lands a powerful right hook that sends the

Band Leader spiraling backward into the bathroom.

Getting up for a final charge, Patrick stops him by slamming

the door in his face. A terrible CLATTER is heard from

within as the rest of the group gathers around behind

Patrick.

Patrick cracks open the door. The coast is clear.

Entering the bathroom, all look down on the Band Leader who

had fallen backwards into the bathtub.

PATRICK

Robby, make sure he's not dead.

Robby hesitantly walks up to the tub. Leaning down, he

reaches out to check his puls

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