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What I'm Missing - TV Pilot

Updated on December 21, 2015

The following is a TV pilot based on a short story I wrote back in 2006, about a near-do-wells who wakes up missing on of his legs. The catch to the story is that it is all occurring with someones dream. I redeveloped the story into a short script and eventually attempted to turn it into a feature length screenplay. Over the years, the different events that I had in mind for the characters to under go became so numerous and chaotic due to the dream aspect, that I felt that a one off film was not the appropriate medium for this story. The movie would have literally been over three hours long, which would have meant that more than half the material would have been cut out in the end.

I took the last two and half weeks to redeveloped the story as a one hour TV series. Doing this for TV has given me more of an opportunity to tell the complete story and capitalize on more of the outlandish situations that I have come up. I envision this as an anthology series, where each new season is separate story about a main characters dream, being told over a ten to thirteen episode season. I have always thought, the best approach to writing this piece is a "practice in insanity." Anything is is possible in this universe since it is set within a persons dream and it's also a great exercise to try and figure what is really going on with character in their real life.

This pilot is meant to be TV-MA and obviously with the central plot point being, someone loosing an appendage, that there are some graphic images within the text, as well as obscene language and drug content that was necessary for characterization.

                  TEASER

                                            FADE IN:

1 INT. JOHN’S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - DAY 1

The bedroom has chipping, dark mustard yellow painted walls
and light purple carpeting. On the wall next to a window is
a framed poster of movie Scarface. On the nightstand next to
the bed is a small stack of papers marked, “Business Loan
Rejected” and pill bottles, lots of them. Below the table,
is a half filled trash can.

The doorway of the room looks down a dark hallway to the
front door where a very attractive yet innocent looking
brunette, MELISSA twenty-six wearing a short white skirt and
top, is about to walk out with a medium sized package colored
white and red under her arm. She looks back briefly, then
turns and leaves the apartment.

JOHN, twenty-seven handsome and with a five o’clock shadow is
in the bed asleep. His eyes darting about under is eye lids
can be seen

                  JOHN (V.O.)
         In dreams, you don’t get to dream
         about the types of things that you
         do when you day dream. In those
         dreams you get whatever you want,
         because you're in control. The
         dreams that you get at night you
         get everything randomly, the
         collection of whatever. I think
         they're absolutely meaningless.
         But at least, sometime you get
         something to enjoy. Like sex with
         the girl you've had a crush on or
         driving that red fifty-six Corvette
         you saw. At least sometimes, you
         get a break from the monotony of
         every day life. But with the bad
         dreams, you’re left with the same
         hypertensive stress you had when
         you went to bed. The worst feeling
         about dreaming, is when you wake
         up. After a good dream, you get
         the false since that it was all
         real when you wake up.
         There is nothing like spending five
         minutes thinking you really had the
         greatest sex of your life or that
         big promotion at work.
            (laughs slightly)
         Then you realize you still live in
         that shitty apartment with roach
         infested walls. The worst is when
         woke up this morning.

John wakes up screaming in intense pain. His scream
continues lowering in pitch till he is completely out of
breath.

He gasps for breath and begins screaming again, this time
continuing till a loud BANG against the wall behind,
interrupts him. The bang shakes the wall so hard that a
picture of John in a college track uniform falls off the room
and breaks on the floor.

John sits up slowly quivering in pain and looks down at his
covered legs, where there is a large puddle of blood in the
middle of the bed. John begins to scream again, in terror
and even louder than before. A muffled Latino accented voice
booms through the wall. His name is CARLOS.

                  CARLOS (O.S.)
        Shut the fuck up, John! Some of us
        like to sleep till two in the
        afternoon!

With a look of anger on his face John begins hitting the wall
behind him till there is head sized hole into the next
apartment. After some motion through the hole, CARLOS a
twenty-six years old of Mexican descent and looks to be a
very large man, sticks his head through the hole, with an
annoyed look and drywall dust falling from his head.

                  CARLOS (CONT’D)
        You do know we have to pay for
        that, right and why are you
        screaming like a little bitch?

John stares at Carlos with a look of agony and anger.

                  JOHN
        Carlos. I’ve got a problem.

John points at the blood and Carlos looks back at John with
wide panicked eyes.

                                      FADE TO BLACK.

                 END OF TEASER

                  ACT ONE

                                            FADE IN:

2 INT. JOHN’S APARTMENT - ENTRY HALL - DAY 2

The entry hall is painted in the same yellow and light purple
carpeting as the bed room. The door is a dark stained wood,
then THUMP, THUMP, THUMP from behind the door.
With a CRASH and CRACK of wood the door is promptly kicked in
by Carlos. His large six foot five inch frame rushes into
the hall.

3 INT. JOHN’S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - DAY 3

Carlos stands over John from the foot of the bed staring at
the bloody covers over John’s right leg. John has a look of
annoyance and his speech is becoming slurred from the loss of
blood.

                  CARLOS
         How did you let that happen?

                  JOHN
         The fuck if I know. I was knocked
         out on liquor and pills last
         night... The only thing I kind of
         remember was a fucked up dream
         about my senior prom. Just do me a
         favor check it for me.

                  CARLOS
         Are you kidding me? I can’t
         tolerate the sight of blood.

                  JOHN
         Come on. You’re a doctor.

                  CARLOS
         We both are. But there’s a
         difference from a medical doctor to
         having a Ph.D. in American History
         or Finance.

                  JOHN
           (angrily)
         Just fucking look at my leg!

                  CARLOS
         Why are you being such a bitch?

                  JOHN
         Because there's a lot of blood and
         it hurts. Please, stop delaying
         and look.

                  CARLOS
           (with the body language of
            a child)
         Fine.

Carlos hesitates as he reaches out and very daintily throws
the bloody sheets off of John’s right leg, which the bottom
half beginning at the knee is missing and the stub is
bleeding profusely.

Carlos appears to be about to throw up as he stares at the
bloody stub. John’s eye’s become wide at Carlos’ expression.

                  JOHN
        Don’t you throw up on my stub!

John very quickly reaches over to the side of his bed, grabs
the trash can and throws it at Carlos. The contents fly out
of the can as it moves through the air. One of the contents
is a used condom which hit Carlos in the chest and sticks as
he catches the can.

                  JOHN (CONT’D)
        Get out of here if you're going to
        do that.

The condom is still sticking to Carlos when half of it falls
down before it falls the rest of the way off his shirt.

                 CARLOS
          (holding back vomit)
        I’m going to go look for your leg,
        I guess.

Carlos walks out raising the trash can up to his face and he
disappears out the door.

4 INT. JOHN’S APARTMENT - BATHROOM - DAY 4

The bathroom is painted an even brighter and offensive
yellow than John’s room. It is an incredibly small room with
a small sink and counter, toilet, very small stand up shower
and dark blue shag carpeting.

Carlos’ large frame steps into the room still holding the
trash can. He can barley fit in the room.

His shoulder hit the wall as he lumbers in and as he bends
over the sink gasping for air trying to hold back from
vomiting, his back still hits the wall behind him.
He trows the trash can into the shower, reaches down and
raises the lid to the rust stained toilet with used condoms
floating in it.

He groans loudly with his head hovering over the sink.

                  CARLOS
          (quietly to himself)
        You got to be fucking kidding me!
        You know what fuck this and fuck
        you John. I’m tired of your
        fucking shit... No. No, I can’t
        do that to you. You’re my best
        friend.

He leans back away from the sink to the wall and looks up at
the ceiling.

She sighs loudly and walks out of the room.

5 INT. JOHN’S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - DAY 5

John moves off of the bed to the floor. He finds an old
newspaper and a belt, then wraps them around the wound. John
screams in pain as he tightens the belt around the newspaper.
The bleeding stops, sort of.

His eyes stops at the spent condom, which has a pair of
women’s panties next to it on the floor. John looks around
curiously.

                  JOHN
          (to Carlos)
        Do you see it anywhere?

Carlos’ voice comes from the hallway.

                  CARLOS (O.S.)
        I don’t even know where to look.

                  JOHN
        I don’t know. Try the kitchen.

He grabs a pair of dirty jeans and smells them. He suddenly
looks like he’s about to throw up.

                  JOHN (CONT’D)
          (gagging)
        Oh my god. They smell like tequila. 
         God damn it.

He throws them still gagging and picks up another pair.
Carlos appears at the doorway trying not to look at John’s
stump.

                  CARLOS
        I’m going to call for an ambulance.

                  JOHN
        No, lets just see if we can find it
        first.

                  CARLOS
        Really? You’re going to die from
        blood loss, John.

                  JOHN
        Just check the kitchen. I’ll check
        in here, okay.

Carlos grumbles in frustration and walks back into the
hallway. John looks around the floor, then on either side of
the bed and then he gets onto his stomach and looks under the
bed, finding only dust bunnies.

He sits up and looks back at the condom. He picks it up
holds it up in front of his face and stares at dumbfounded.

                 JOHN (CONT’D)
        Man, I need to lay off the drinking
        and the drugs.
           (appears to think about
            it)
        Ah, screw it.

He throws the condom to the floor and begins putting on the
pants.

6 INT. JOHN’S APARTMENT - KITCHEN - DAY 6

The kitchen is small and messy. To one side of the room is a
small gas stove, counter cluttered with dirt dishes and
purple spray painted fridge. On the other side of the room
is small two person table.

Carlos steps in looking around. He looks down at the pealing
linoleum floor and then under the table.
He sighs out loud, looks at the stove and sees a pizza cutter
covered in a red liquid. He stares at it for a moment
looking disgusted.

Carlos steps closer to it, still staring at the pizza cutter.

                  CARLOS
           (to himself)
        Is that blood?

He looks down at the oven door, hesitantly places a hand on
the handle, holds his breath and opens it. He exhales out of
relief when he finds a half eaten pizza on the trey, which he
pulls out.

                  CARLOS (CONT’D)
           (yelling to John down the
            hallway)
        Hey how old is this pizza, in the
        oven.

Carlos reaches down picks up a piece of pizza and looks at it
closely.

                  JOHN (O.S.)
           (from the bedroom)
        Uhh... Wednesday.

                  CARLOS
           (to John)
        You made it this morning?

                  JOHN (O.S.)
        No! Last Wednesday.

                  CARLOS
        Fucking disgusting.

Carlos shakes his head out of frustration, throws the piece
of pizza onto the tray and throws the oven door closed.

7 INT. JOHN’S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - DAY 7

John stands on his one good leg searching through his
cluttered closet. There are random boxes and old clothing
stacked from the floor to the high shelf.

John bobbles on his one leg trying hold on to his balance.
He clumsily grabs hold of the closet door trying to hold
himself steady.

He reaches in and pulls on a clump clothes. With a CRASH,
everything falls out of the closet to the floor.
One unclosed box spills its contents. The box is full of
porno magazines.

John looks down at the porno strewn across the floor. Down
the hallway Carlos appears at the entrance of the kitchen.

                  CARLOS
        Are you alright, John.

                  JOHN
        Yeah. I just found one of my
        lonely boxes.

John looks disgusted with himself and looks down the hallway
as Carlos disappears in the kitchen again.

8 INT. JOHN’S APARTMENT - HALLWAY - DAY 8

John is now hopping on one leg down the hallway, breathing
heavily with the effort. He passes the bathroom on his left
and continues on to the next doorway that leads into the
kitchen, where he sees Carlos with his head in the top
freezer of the purple spray painted refrigerator.

Carlos is unaware of John standing in the doorway with
another doorway behind him.

                  CARLOS
        Well. Your leg isn’t in the
        freezer. I don't know what to tell
        you.

John frowns then turns around to the doorway behind him that
leads into the living room. He glances at the toppled door
at the end of the hallway, before entering the living room.

9 INT. JOHN’S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY 9

The room has a large window that has daylight blasting in,
which John must shield his eyes from. The room is
wallpapered with a pink floral pattern, unfinished bare wood
floor, a well used leather couch, an end table covered with
fast food bags and a TV perched on a falling apart
entertainment stand.

John hops over to the couch, pulls the pillows off of it,
dropping them onto the floor and then couch cushions off. He
stares down at couch only seeing random pills, loose change
and a handle to fold it out into a bed.

                  JOHN
           (in astonishment)
        I didn’t know this was a couch bed.

He begins collecting the loose change.

10 INT. JOHN’S APARTMENT - KITCHEN - DAY 10

Carlos is looking through the rest of the fridge, moving
bottle’s of ketchup and mustard around, for some reason there
are a lot of them, about five each.

As he moves things around he finds something that makes him
give a sigh of relief.

                  CARLOS
        Oh, there is a God.

He pulls out a bottle of beer. He begins looking around for
a bottle opener.

Carlos opens drawers randomly looking, then moves to the sink
with a pile dirty dishes in it. He reaches into the pile and
pulls out another used condom. His face contorts in disgust.

                  CARLOS (CONT’D)
        Oh, come on!

He drops the condom and stares at his hand in horror.

                  CARLOS (CONT’D)
           (yells to John)
        What’s with all the fucking
        condoms.

He looks around for something to wipe his hand on.

                  JOHN (O.C.)
           (from the other room)
        You know me. I only bring home the
        wild ones home from the bar.

                  CARLOS
           (to himself)
        No fucking paper towels. Fucking
        gross.
           (to John)
        At least you practice safe sex. I
        don't think the world need you to
        procreate.

Carlos gives up on looking for a towel and uses the counter
to open his beer.

11 INT. JOHN’S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY 11

John is going through the fast food bags and other trash on
the end table. He opens a bag and pulls out a pill bottle.
The pill bottle reads, “VALIUM.”

He smiles slightly, opens the pill bottle and takes few. He
puts the cushions back on the couch and sits down as Carlos
enters taking a drink from his beer. They look perplexed at
one another.

                  JOHN
        I don’t know where it is, Carlos.
        This is just like when I misplaced
        my cell phone.

                  CARLOS
           (sarcastically)
        Yeah, this is exactly like that.

                  JOHN
        Now what?

Carlos raises his eye brows, takes a seat next to John and
takes a drink of his beer.

                  CARLOS
        I don’t know. Wanna play X-Box,
        watch a movie, call an ambulance?

                  JOHN
           (dejected)
        Nah, I don’t feel like any of
        those.

Carlos rolls his eyes and sits down heavily on the couch next
to John.

                  CARLOS
        What did you do last night, after I
        left?

Carlos looks over at a perplexed John and takes another drink
from his beer.

                  JOHN
        I told you already, I don’t know.
        I obviously brought someone home
        last night. We'll just have to
        find her.

                  CARLOS
        Or him.

John glares at Carlos.

                  JOHN
        That only happened once.

                  CARLOS
        It only needs to happen once.

                  JOHN
        Lets go. We can retrace my steps,
        I guess.

Johns stands and begins hoping out of the room but is stopped
by Carlos.

                  CARLOS
        John, can’t we just go to the damn
        hospital? You had to have lost a
        lot of blood.

                  JOHN
           (like a child)
        No. We’re going out there, finding
        her and finding my fucking leg...

John waves he stub in front of the still sitting Carlos’ face
and Carlos leans back in disgust.

                  JOHN (CONT’D)
        ...And then we can go to the
        hospital.

He hops stubbornly out of the room.
                  CARLOS
           (to John in the hallway)
        John! I’m finishing my beer first!

                  JOHN (O.S.)
           (from the hallway)
        That’s fine! I don’t need your
        help. I can do this alone.

                  CARLOS
           (to himself)
        Stubborn bastard.

Carlos shakes his head and begins chugging his beer.

12 INT. JOHN’S APARTMENT - OUTER HALLWAY - DAY 12

John stops as he enters the outer hallway. He looks around
for other people. John then hops over to a set of stairs
that lead down to the front door of the apartment complex.
A loud and high pitched HISS stops him at the top of the
steps.

John looks around for the source of the hiss and sees a black
and white colored cat. The cat continues to HISS at him and
then lunges at him latching onto the newspaper covered wound.
John falls to the ground screaming flailing around his stub
trying to shake the cat off.

                  JOHN
        CARLOS! HELP!

Carlos appears in a panic, just in time to see John kick off
the cat with his foot. The cat disappears down the steps.
Carlos stares at John in disbelief. The newspaper is
slightly ripped causing some blood to drip from the rips.

                  CARLOS
        Were you just attacked by a cat?

                  JOHN
        Yeah. I think I’m going to have to
        use you as a crutch, Carlos.

                  CARLOS
        Only if we go to the hospital
        first.

Carlos helps John to his feet.

                  JOHN
        Fine, to the hospital.

                  CARLOS
        Now that’s what I’m talking about.

They begin to make their way down the stairs.

13 EXT. STREET IN FRONT OF JOHN’S APARTMENT - DAY 13

The street is busy with traffic and pedestrians. Carlos is
helping a weaker John toward the street when they bump into a
BUSINESS WOMAN talking on her cellphone, who glances at
John’s stub.

                  BUSINESS WOMAN
        WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!

She walks away down the street and they watch her continue on
with a “what a bitch” look on their faces. They continue
toward the curb and stop. Carlos begins to hail a cab.

                  CARLOS
        How you’re still up and moving
        around I’ll never know.

                  JOHN
        Adrenaline is an amazing thing. I
        also took a shit load of pain
        killers. I don't feel a thing.
        A cab stops and they pile in.

14 INT. TAXI CAB - DAY 14

Behind the wheel of the cab is an older man, probably late
sixties. He turns back facing John and Carlos, placing his
arm across the seat next to him. His name is JIMMY and he
speaks with a thick Bronx accent.

                  JIMMY
        Where can I take you guy’s?

                  CARLOS
        Hospital.

                  JIMMY
        Which one?

                  JOHN
        Anyone.

Jimmy glances down and sees John’s leg. He looks startled.

                  JIMMY
        Holy shit!

                  JOHN
        In a hurry please.

                  JIMMY
        How’d you manage that kid?

                  JOHN
        Not a clue.

                  JIMMY
           (in disgust)
        Man, you’re bleeding a lot.

Carlos looks down at the cab ID card on the seat back in
front of him, reading Jimmy’s name.

                  CARLOS
        Look, Jimmy, if it’s going be a
        problem, we’ll just call an
        ambulance.

                  JIMMY
        No, its fine.

Jimmy turns back, places the car in gear and tuns into
traffic.

                  JIMMY (CONT’D)
        You’ll have better luck hailing a
        cab today. The damn protests have
        all the ambulance’s and police tied
        up. They started rioting,
        bastards. You know they have the
        entire west side in gridlock.

                  JOHN
        Protest?

                  JIMMY
        Yeah. They’re tearing shit up,
        too. They’re all Anarchist, if you
        ask me.

Jimmy turns the cab left onto another street, hitting the gas
hard.

Carlos and John both desperately hold onto the handle above
the doors in the back seat of the cab as Jimmy speeds through
the city streets. They weave between other cars. Then,
Jimmy slams on the breaks hard, stopping at a red light. He
turns back and faces them.

                 JIMMY (CONT’D)
        You know, back in my day, we knew
        how to do it and what we were
        fighting for.

                 CARLOS
        Your day?

                 JIMMY
        Back in sixties and seventies. I
        was at the protest at the
        Republican National Convention,
        right here in Chicago.

                 JOHN
        Didn’t that turn into a riot?

                 JIMMY
        Well, yeah. But, Mayor Daley
        started that one.

Jimmy laughs and turns around in time to hit the gas again,
for the green light.

                 JIMMY (CONT’D)
        You know, the bastards set the U.C.
        on fire. Where are the Bull’s
        going to play? Bastards!

                 CARLOS
        Yeah, and the Blackhawk’s.

Carlos sees Jimmy glaring at him in the rear view mirror,
with an annoyed look in his eye’s.

                 JIMMY
        Hockey? I hate hockey!

Jimmy looks back out to the road. Carlos looks over to Jimmy
with a look of disbelief.
                 JOHN
           (to Carlos)
        I hate Hockey, too.

                 CARLOS
        You also, don’t like basketball.

Jimmy looks back into the mirror, this time glaring at John
with the annoyed look.

                 JIMMY
        You don’t like basketball. Maybe
        you deserved to lose your leg.

John glares back at Jimmy with an offended look.

                 JIMMY (CONT’D)
        Didn't you grow up with Jordan?
        Greatest player ever. Kobe and
        James can't even come close to him.
        The NBA is the national pastime.

                 CARLOS
        I thought baseba...

                 JOHN
           (interrupting)
        Carlos. I'm going to be the voice
        of reason and say, don't go there.
        He's got that Jack Nicholson, Spike
        Lee crazy basketball fan thing
        going on.

When Jimmy looks back out at the street, he spots a PROTESTER
on the sidewalk. The Protester is wearing a Nixon mask and
holds a sign reading, “COMMUNISM IS THE ANSWER.”

                 JIMMY
           (pointing at the
            Protester)
        SEE, LOOK! There’s one of those
        bastards now. They’re everywhere.
        They’re going to takeover the city.
        God damn, fucking Anarchist,
        bastards!

Jimmy rolls down the passenger side window as he drives past.

                 JIMMY (CONT’D)
           (to the Protester)
        BASTARD! HIPPIE BASTARD!

                 CARLOS
           (quietly to John)
        Isn't he an admitted hippie?

The Protester flips Jimmy off.

Jimmy becomes enraged and slams on the breaks. The cab
screeches to a stop. Jimmy stops the meter, gets out of the
car and runs after the Protester.

With a young voice the Protester SCREAMS in a panic and runs
away from Jimmy, dropping his sign.

                  JIMMY
         BASTARD!

John and Carlos look back at one another. Carlos raises his
eye brows in disbelief.

                  JOHN
         This day is going to suck...
         Really bad.

                  CARLOS
         Well at least he stopped the meter.
            (looks out the back
             window)
         Hey. He caught him.

John turns and looks out the back window in time to see,
Jimmy about a half block away, kicking and pummeling the
Protester over the head. Jimmy rips the Protester’s mask off
then throws him through a store front window.

                  CARLOS (CONT’D)
         Not bad for an older guy.

Jimmy checks his work and makes his way back toward the cab.
 
                                       FADE TO BLACK.

                  END OF ACT ONE

                  ACT TWO

                                            FADE IN:

15 INT. HOSPITAL - WAITING ROOM - DAY 15

The waiting room is packed, with various sick and injured
people. Carlos and John look very unhappy.

                  CARLOS
        We've been waiting for two hours.
        You’d think you would go to the
        head of the line.

John looks down at his bloody stump.

                  JOHN
        I guess the protests are slowing
        them down a little.

John sighs loudly and shifts uncomfortably, still staring at
his stump.

16 INT. HOSPITAL - EMERGENCY ROOM - DAY 16

The room is boring grey, with different kinds of medical
equipment around. Sitting on the examination table in the
middle of the room is John. Carlos sits in a corner playing
with rubber gloves.

Through a door a haggard middle aged DOCTOR, with a graying
beard and glasses, walks in. He staggers around the room
flailing his clipboard around in the air as he talks.

                  DOCTOR
        What a day! What a day! I can’t
        believe this day. I was at the
        tale end of a shift and the whole
        world falls in. You know, I
        thought I’ve seen it all but about
        an hour ago I had one of those
        protesters in here, with a metal
        rod through his chest and...
           (laughs while fixing his
            glasses)
        With a Nixon mask glued to his
        face. My god these kids are
        idiots. And his bigger concerned
        was getting the mask off.

The Doctor takes a stool on rollers, wheels it over toward
John and falls heavily onto it.

                  DOCTOR (CONT’D)
        So, what seams to be the fucking
        problem?

John seams a little stunned by the bluntness of the question.
He lifts the stub slightly up into the air and he nods his
head down at it.

                  DOCTOR (CONT’D)
        I’m sorry guys. I just haven’t
        slept in a while. You’ll need to
        forgive me, if I get a little
        sarcastic. So, what’s the problem?
        Overdose, close to overdosing,
        foreign object stuck somewhere it
        isn't supposed to be, because I’ve
        seen all of the last twenty-four
        hours and I’m looking for something
        original.

                  JOHN
        No... Uhm... I’m missing my leg.

The Doctor looks down at his bleeding stub, stands and move
closer.

                  DOCTOR
        Oh. So, I see. How did you manage
        that?

                  JOHN
        Don’t know. Woke up without it.

The Doctor looks over at Carlos in disbelief. Carlos putting
on a rubber glove on one of his hands.

                  CARLOS
        It’s true. He woke me up in the
        middle of a wet dream.

John gives Carlos an annoyed look.

                  DOCTOR
        Well that is a new one. Thank you.
           (to John)
        So, what would you like me to do
        about it? Hum. Would you like me
        to whittle you a peg leg, hey we've
        got eye patches, you could be Jack
        Sparrow for Halloween, every year!

Carlos now has a rubber glove on the other hand.

                  CARLOS
        No. We were thinking, putting
        something on it to prevent
        infection and stop the bleeding.

                  DOCTOR
           (to Carlos sarcastically)
        You know, that is a great idea.

John rolls his eyes out of frustration.

                  JOHN
        What if I find the leg. Can you
        reattach it?

                  DOCTOR
        Well. Lets take closer look.

The Doctor stands, moves to John’s leg and removes the
newspaper. He adjusts his glasses and looks closely at the
end of John’s stump.

                  DOCTOR (CONT’D)
        Sure, why not.

                  CARLOS
        Not this again, John.

                  JOHN
           (to Carlos)
        See, we can go out and find it.

Now the Doctor rolls his eyes.

                  DOCTOR
        Or... I could redress the wound,
        prescribe antibiotics and set you
        up in a nice hospital bed for it to
        heel correctly. So, that way, you
        don’t have to suffer from a very
        unpleasant death from infection
        and/or blood loss.

                  JOHN
        I understand that but that leg is
        apart of me and...

                  DOCTOR
           (interrupting)
        I know that, I went to medical
        school and work in a big city
        hospital and currently standing in
        a room with an idiot that is not
        any of those things.
           (looks over to Carlos
            playing with another
            glove)
        Listen kid, if you know what’s best
        for you. You’ll stay here, so you
        wont die. You're friend is right.
        Why did you even come to hospital?

                  JOHN
        I don't know. I guess, I just
        wanted a second opinion.

The Doctor raises is eye brows in disbelief.

                  JOHN (CONT’D)
        Look, I just want my leg back, so I
        can be whole man again.

He moves back to and sits down in frustration.

                  DOCTOR
        You know, if it were your balls
        that were cut off, I’d believe
        that.

                  JOHN
        I need this leg so I can work.
        I’ll lose my job.

                  CARLOS
        I already had this conversation,
        with him Doc. I don’t think he’ll
        listen.

                  DOCTOR
        Okay, then, if you have your head
        stuck that far up your ass. Go
        find your leg. But, if you step
        out of this hospital you will be
        killing yourself. Hell, from the
        blood loss alone you probably wont
        make it out the door. So, I’ll
        send you on way.
           (sighs loudly)
        If you find your leg, you’ll need
        to get a cooler full of ice. Bring
        it back, I’ll put it back on. It
        won’t be like new but it will be
        back on.

                  JOHN
        That’s all I want.

The Doctor, stands and heads for the door.

                  DOCTOR
        Before you leave, though. I wan't
        something better on there than a
        newspaper. I’ll just get you a
        nurse and we’ll have them redress
        it and give you penicillin or
        something. Hey, what kind of nurse
        do you want.

                  JOHN
        What do you mean?

                  DOCTOR
        The nurse. Big tits, little tits,
        mediums, or great ass?

                  JOHN
        Um... Big... Big ones.

                  DOCTOR
        Sure? Because the big one has no
        ass. And I mean no ass, it’s
        totally flat back there.

                  JOHN
        That’s fine. I’m a breast guy.

                  DOCTOR
        Me too. Okay, I’ll send her in.

John looks over to Carlos, who is in the process of blowing
up a rubber glove.
                  JOHN
           (to Carlos, angrily)
        Will you stop playing with those.

                  DOCTOR
        No, let him. We’re charging you
        for those. You have great
        insurance, I think.

He laughs and steps out of the room, shutting the door behind
him.

17 INT. HOSPITAL - VESTIBULE - DAY 17

The vestibule has dull cream colored walls and is dimly lit
with florescent lighting. John and Carlos stand together,
with Carlos still wearing the rubber gloves and looking at a
few packets of lubricant in one of his hands. John hops on
his one leg with new dressing on his stub.

                  CARLOS
        Now what?

                  JOHN
        We’re going to Berry’s.

                  CARLOS
        Berry’s?

                  JOHN
        Yeah.

                  CARLOS
        This is a bad time for a fix, you
        know?

                  JOHN
        That was the last place I remember
        being... And maybe a fix, while
        we're there. I went straight there
        after you went home.

                  CARLOS
           (pleading)
        Why don’t we just do what the
        doctor says? We’re not going to
        find this girl, because you were
        blitzed out of your mind last
        night.

                  JOHN
        Carlos, missing a leg will greatly
        change my life.

                  CARLOS
        No, shit?

                  JOHN
        How am I supposed to go for a run
        or hit on women in bars. I’ll be
        that creepy guy with one leg that’s
        buying the hot bartender a shot
        every ten minutes. Sure, I can
        claim to a few dumb ones that I
        lost it in Vietnam but they’ll get
        wise to that. I won’t be the star
        athlete from high school and
        college with the future anymore.
        And I won’t be able to start the
        business I want to, because the
        bank is going to look at me like,
        “The guy can’t even hold on to his
        fucking leg, how’s he supposed to
        keep a business running.”
        Everything I was before will change
        and I can’t and will not have that
        happen.
           (raises his voice)
        My entire life I have been the guy
        to most likely succeed in life. In
        high school...
           (counting on his fingers)
        ... I was the star athlete and
        valedictorian. In college, again,
        star athlete and valedictorian.
        Then I get out of college,
        everything falls to shit but I’m
        still me. BORN. TO. FUCK. Prime
        mother fucking piece of meat.

John’s face is beginning to get red with frustration.

                  CARLOS
           (agitated)
        Born to fuck? Yeah, I remember
        that from high school. What does
        it have to do with this situation?
        To be honest, a leg isn't who you
        are.

                  JOHN
        Before today. I still had the
        confidence, knowing I will
        eventually succeed. Then this
        morning, I wake up without a leg
        and I have no confidence now,
        because MY MOTHER FUCKING SHIT IS
        FALLING OFF! HOW AM I SUPPOSED BE
        SUCCESSFUL WITH ONE LEG?

Carlos sighs loudly and John takes a few breaths to calm
himself down. John then looks down at Carlos’ hands, playing
with the packets of lubricant.

                  JOHN (CONT’D)
        Carlos?

                  CARLOS
           (with frustration)
        What?

                  JOHN
        What are you going to do that
        lubricant?

                  CARLOS
        What do you think?

John has a slight look and sound of disgust.

                  CARLOS (CONT’D)
        Don’t judge me. Anyway’s, why
        Berry? He can barley remember our
        names when we show up. Hell, he
        doesn’t even show any interest in
        us, till he sees the cash.

                  JOHN
           (forcefully)
        It’s worth a try.

Carlos raises a skeptical eyebrow.

                  JOHN (CONT’D)
        Look. If we don’t find anything
        out. We’ll come back.

                  CARLOS
        Fine! Because, what could we
        possible find out from a drug
        dealer.

They move toward the automatic doors.

18 EXT. HOSPITAL - DAY 18

The hospital is a tall forty story building along the lake
shore in downtown Chicago. Carlos and John exit through the
automatic doors of the Hospital and Carlos walks with John
hopping on one leg behind him to the curb.

                  JOHN
        See the doctor is already wrong.
        Made it out of the hospital. How
        much do you have on you?

                  CARLOS
           (angrily)
        What? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Let’s
        just go back into the hospital,
        where the ass hole doctor will fit
        you for a peg leg.

They stare at one another, apparently daring the other to
blink.

                  JOHN
        Peg leg? I will not have a peg leg
        and that hurts my feelings.

                  CARLOS
        Sorry, it’s just...

                  JOHN
           (interrupting)
        It’s just, it’s not your leg that’s
        missing. I want that fucking leg
        back and I will do anything to get
        it back.

                  CARLOS
        You’d suck a dick?

                  JOHN
        If it was your leg, you’d be
        dragging me around trying to find
        it, too.

                  CARLOS
        So you would suck a dick.

                  JOHN
        This won’t go that far. Now how
        much money do you have?

                  CARLOS
           (with disdain)
        A few hundred dollars.

John smiles and hugs Carlos.

                  JOHN
        Perfect.

                  CARLOS
           (pleading)
        It’s for my rent, John.

                  JOHN
        It’ll be okay. I’ll work an extra
        shift this week and I’ll get your
        money back before the weekend.

                  CARLOS
        There is no way a one legged guy
        that makes deliveries on a bicycle,
        is going to be able to work an
        extra shift.
        But it’s okay, because it does sound
        like you’re completely open to
        sucking dick, which you’re going to
        have start doing. Hey, you know
        what, I think in our neighborhood
        there is an opening for one legged
        male prostitute.

                  JOHN
        Do you want me to suck your dick?
        Is that what you really want?

                  CARLOS
        No.

                  JOHN
        You’re really big on this dick
        sucking thing and kind of excited
        that you may get a discount when I
        become a male prostitution.

                  CARLOS
        FUCK, JOHN... NO!

                  JOHN
        Okay then. Have confidence!
           (holds out his hand)
        Give me the money, please.

Carlos grumbles as he pulls out his wallet and gives John all
of his money.

John excitedly kisses Carlos on the cheek and Carlos pushes
him away, causing John to fall to the ground and rolled off
the curb and into the street.

A taxi cab screeches to a stop, just inches from hitting
John.

John looks up, with the cab’s license plate just inches in
front of his face.

                  CARLOS
           (to himself)
        Damn. It didn’t hit you.

Carlos steps off of the curb and helps John up to his feet.

                  JOHN
        Ready?

Carlos stares at him like he’s stupid.

                                      FADE TO BLACK.

               END OF ACT TWO

                  ACT THREE


                                            FADE IN:

19 EXT. STREET OUTSIDE BERRY’S BUILDING - DAY 19

John and Carlos get out of the cab, in front of a red brick
three story tall building. The street is lined with city
trash cans and a phone booth. The cab drives off and they
stare up at the building.

                  JOHN
        Alright, just have to call him.
        Give me your cellphone, I forgot
        mine.

                  CARLOS
        I forgot mine, too.

                  JOHN
        Shit, he’ll only let us in if we
        call first.

                  CARLOS
           (points at the phone
            booth)
        Call him from there.

They move over to the phone booth which is only a few feet
from them. John hops in and looks at the phone.

                  JOHN
        Shit. These things cost money?

                  CARLOS
        They call them pay phones for a
        reason.

John looks around for loose coins and checks the coin return,
finding none. He checks his pockets and pulls out the change
he found in his couch.

                  JOHN
         Thank you my lord and savior couch.
         Lets see here.
           (calls out the nation of
            origin for each coin)
         Polish. Polish. Polish. What's
         with all the Polish. Canadian.
         Polish. Dime, no Canadian Dime.
           (looks at one curiously
            then shows Carlos)
         What’s that one?

Carlos squints as he looks at it.

                 CARLOS
         South Africa.

                 JOHN
           (looking at the last coin)
         And a Paso. What the fuck was a
         Paso doing in my couch?

                 CARLOS
           (disinterested)
         Don't know.

                 JOHN
         Hey, did you know that couch has a
         pull out bed.

                 CARLOS
         It’s a couch bed?

                 JOHN
         Yeah.

                 CARLOS
         I'll be damned. You know that
         Canadian dime will probably work.

Johns looks at the information next to the coin slot, while
picking up the receiver.

                 JOHN
         Shit. A dimes not going to be
         enough.

John throws the coins to the ground in frustration and looks
up at the building. He then looks back at the phone, dials
zero and puts the receiver up to his head.

                 JOHN (CONT’D)
           (into the phone)
        Yes operator, I would like to make
        a collect call.

                 CARLOS
        You’re going to call a drug dealer,
        collect?

John takes the phone away from his face and looks at Carlos.

                 JOHN
        What am I supposed to do. The ass
        hole doesn’t answer when you ring
        the bell.
           (puts the phone back to
            his ear)
        Yes operator, the number is 773-555-
        6149. Thank you.
           (he looks back up at the
            building)
        They’re trying him, Carlos.
           (yelling into the phone)
        Berry. Berry. It’s John. I’m
        outside let me in.

In one of the windows the male figure of BERRY appears in a
third floor window.

                 JOHN (CONT’D)
           (still yelling into the
            phone)
        John. It’s John. I was here last
        night.
           (listens for a moment)
        What do you mean you don’t
        remember. Johnny Cupcakes,
        remember, from last night.

                CARLOS
           (to John)
        Johnny Cupcakes?

John throws his hand up at Carlos, trying to tell him to shut
up.

                JOHN
           (into the phone)
        Yeah, Berry! Johnny Cupcakes, I’m
        in the phone booth see me. Let me
        up.
           (listens for a moment,
            then pleads)
        Oh, come on Berry. You're home, I
        can see you in the window.
           (listens again)
        Yes. Yes, I can see you Berry.
        You have a beard and you're wearing
        sunglasses, a zebra print shirt
        and...
           (John squints at the
            window then flinches in
            disgust)
        ... And no pants or underwear.
           (listens)
        Well, I’m glad your proud of it and
        you don’t have to thrust. Can you
        let us up.
           (listens becoming
            impatient)
        No, I didn’t mean that it that way.
        It's hard to tell from this
        distance. Come on, Berry.

John reaches into his pocket pulls out the cash and waves
around in the air in the direction of the figure in the
window.

                  CARLOS
        This is why I hate coming here.

                  JOHN
           (covers the receiver with
            his hand)
        Come on he has best shit in the
        city and you know that.
           (into the phone)
        Hey, see this?
           (listens)
        Yeah, yeah, I’m buying. Let us in,
        please.

As John places the cash back in his pocket they see the
figure turn around, pressing his bare buttocks against the
window. John continues to listen then makes half hearted and
fake laugh into the phone.

                  JOHN (CONT’D)
           (into the phone)
        Yeah, that would be funny if you
        answered the door, doing the tuck
        from Silence of the Lambs but do me
        a favor find your pants... What?
           (listens)
        Then find a blanket to wrap around
        your waist and yes that would be a
        deal breaker.

                  CARLOS
        I’m not going up there if he
        doesn’t have his pants on.

John is listening and signals frustratingly to Carlos to give
him a second.

                  JOHN
           (into the phone)
        Oh, good you found your pants. Now
        buzz us in, Berry. Thank you.
        Bye, bye.

John hangs up the phone.

                  CARLOS
        You got to be fucking kidding me,
        right?

                  JOHN
        He going to let us in, okay. Let’s
        go.

They move over to the door and wait for Berry to buzz them
into the building. They wait for several moments.

                  JOHN (CONT’D)
        What the hell is taking so long.

                  CARLOS
        Maybe he already buzzed it?

John tires the door but it wont open.

                  JOHN
        Nope, it’s locked.

                  CARLOS
        Try ringing him.

Carlos points at the intercom next to the door. John looks
down the directory.

                  JOHN
        Which one is his? 

                  CARLOS
        There’s not one that say’s Berry?

                  JOHN
        Carlos, he’s a drug dealer. That’s
        not his real name.

Suddenly, Berry’s voice crackles over the intercom.
                  BERRY (O.S.)
        Before you enter, you must answers
        these questions three.

                  CARLOS
        Really?

                  JOHN
           (into the intercom)
        Come on, Berry. Stop fucking
        around and let us in.

                  BERRY (O.S.)
        What is your favorite color?

John’s face contorts into anger.

                  JOHN
        OH! COME ON!

John looks as if he is about to punch the intercom.

20 INT. BERRY’S APARTMENT - ENTRY HALL - DAY 20

The door bell DING’s and the heavy dark stained door is
opened by Berry, then Carlos and John enter. The entry hall
is conservatively decorated with plain tan painted walls and
a few tables with vases containing fresh flowers.

Berry shuts the door behind them.

                  BERRY
           (slightly high)
        Welcome men.

John and Carlos face him. Berry has added designer skinny
jeans, to hiss a unbuttoned silk zebra print shirt, with no
under shirt and has gnarly long hair, with a head band. He
also wears sweat bands on his writs’. Berry gestures toward
a nearby doorway with a smile.

                  BERRY (CONT’D)
        You know the way to the Labyrinth.

They turn and head for the doorway.

21 INT. BERRY’S APARTMENT - THE LABYRINTH - DAY 21

The room is not really a labyrinth, just a small dark room,
no windows and a table full of drugs of all types. John,
Carlos and Berry enter and surround the table.

                  BERRY
        So, what will it be today?

Berry begins walking around the table.

                  BERRY (CONT’D)
        As you know, I only carry the
        finest designer drugs and remember
        no Meth. I guarantee only the
        greatest high you have ever had,
        unless you’ve been here before,
        then of course I’ll promise
        consistency. And I promise no OD’s
        unless, you don’t use as directed.

Berry now stands between Carlos and John and wraps his arms
around them. John almost falls to the floor as Berry puts
his weight on him.

                  CARLOS
        We’re not here for drugs.

John looks at Carlos with an angry glare.
                  BERRY
        Excuse me. If you are not here for
        drugs than you should not be here.
        You must be lost.

                  JOHN
           (to Berry)
        We are not only here for drugs.

John reaches into his pocket and pulls out the money. Berry
stares at the cash gleefully.

                  JOHN (CONT’D)
        We need your help with my memory.

                  BERRY
        I can help you with that.

Berry takes the cash and walks out of the room.

                  BERRY (CONT’D)
        This way gentleman.

John looks over to Carlos.

                  JOHN
        See, he can help.

                  CARLOS
        No, he can’t. He’s high.

                  JOHN
        You know your negative attitude is
        always a kill joy. Besides, he's
        always high.

                  CARLOS
           (snidely)
        Well, you know, it’s always about
        you.

                  JOHN
        Carlos. Can you do me a favor.
        Just humor me.

John begins hoping toward the door and Carlos stands staring
at John with resentment.

22 INT. BERRY’S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY 22

The living room is also very conservatively decorated like
the entry hall with the same tan color painted on the walls.
A plush brown leather couch and chairs sits in the middle of
the room, with a tasteful dark stained table sitting in the
middle of them. There is a small fern tree in one corner of
the room. Above the fire place to one side of the room, is a
flat screen TV playing the show “Emergency!” on it.

John sits on the edge of one of the chairs with Berry sitting
in front of him on the table. Carlos stands behind the chair
that John sits in.

                  BERRY
         The answers to all of your
         questions can be found with
         hypnosis.

                  CARLOS
         Hypnosis? Really?

John turns and gives Carlos an annoyed look and Berry just
stares at him blankly.

                  CARLOS (CONT’D)
           (to John)
         What?
           (to Berry)
         Why hypnosis? Would it not be more
         helpful if you think really hard to
         yesterday, because John probably
         said where he was going?

                  BERRY
         To be honest, I am unsure of what
         time I got up this morning and that
         that fern in the corner there, make
         me suspicious. It wasn’t there
         yesterday.

                  CARLOS
         Maybe you bought it yesterday?

Berry turns to the fern and squints at it suspiciously then
looks back at Carlos blankly.

                  BERRY
        Maybe.

                  JOHN
           (to Carlos)
        See. Hypnosis is the only way!
           (to Berry)
        Okay, lets start.

Berry holds out something to John.

                  BERRY
        First take this acid.

John looks delighted and grabs the acid and is about to take
it, before Carlos stops him.

                  CARLOS
        Wait! Why does he need to take
        acid to be hypnotized?

                  BERRY
           (matter of fact tone)
        Why not.

                  JOHN
           (annoyed to Carlos)
        Will you let the man do this, for
        Christ sake! He’s going to give me
        free drugs.

                  BERRY
        Whoa, there. There is no such
        thing as free drugs and you both
        know I don’t give out free samples.
        This cost of the drugs are included
        in the fee for the hypnotism.

Berry checks on the fern, looking at it suspiciously as
Carlos throws his hands up into the air out of frustration.

                  CARLOS
           (to John)
        I give up. I’m going to get
        evicted, because of you. This
        whole day is complete bullshit.
           (to Berry)
        Do you have any beer in this place?

Berry never takes his eyes off the fern.

                  BERRY
           (distracted by the fern)
        Yeah, in... In... In the kitchen.

Carlos glances at the fern, roles his eyes and leaves the
room. John looks at Berry staring at the fern, then he
glances down at the acid.

                  JOHN
        Can I take the acid?

It takes the words a moment to get Berry’s attention and he
looks to John with a bewildered look.

                  BERRY
        Huh?

                  JOHN
        The acid?

                  BERRY
        Yeah go ahead.

Johns takes the acid and smiles.

                  BERRY (CONT’D)
        And now we wait.

Berry smiles.

                                       FADE TO BLACK.
                  END OF ACT THREE

                     ACT FOUR

                                            FADE IN:

23 INT. BERRY’S APARTMENT - KITCHEN - DAY 23

The kitchen has expensive appliances and marble counter tops.
Carlos is just closing the refrigerator and is holding a
bottle of beer.

He uncaps his beer and moves over to a window. As he takes a
long drink of his beer he looks out the window.

The window over looks a couple of buildings and the city
skyline can bee seen. A few columns of smoke rise into the
sky. Two police helicopters hover over the area where the
smoke rises.

                  CARLOS
           (in disbelief)
        What the hell?

Carlos then looks down to the street below and sees a few
Nixon mask wearing protesters walking down the street. Some
of the protesters hold baseball bats.

24 INT. BERRY’S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY 24

John still sits at the edge of his chair with Berry sitting
on the table in front of him.

                  BERRY
        Now I want you to sit back...

John does so and Berry pulls a gold necklace with a pendulum
from a pocket on his shirt.

                  BERRY (CONT’D)
        ...and stare right at this.

Carlos walks into the room with his beer, sits heavily on the
leather couch and puts his legs up on the table behind Berry.
The leather SQUEAKS annoyingly.

John shoots Carlos an angry look.

                  CARLOS
        Well lets get this shit show on the
        road.

Berry dangles pendulum in front of Johns face.

                  BERRY
        Now looks at the pendulum. Focus
        on the pendulum...

                  CARLOS
           (interrupting)
        This is so stupid.

                  BERRY
        ...and ignore the narrow mind
        behind me.

Carlos notices the TV remote on the couch next to him. He
picks up the remote and changes the channel to the news. The
news shows the riots, cops in riot gear and rioters all
wearing Nixon masks. Carlos eyes goes wide at the
destruction being shown and he takes a quick drink of his
beer.

                  CARLOS
        Holy shit... What the fuck’s with
        the masks?

The TV shows one rioter with no shirt and baseball bat
sparing with police officer with riot gear on.

Berry rolls his eyes in frustration, reaches back, rips the
remote from Carlos’ hand, turns off the TV and throws the
remote across the room.

Berry gives Carlos a drunken angry look and goes back to
hypnotizing John.

                  BERRY
        All is quiet and still.

John looks serene. He relaxes his hands that were clenched
into a fist.

                  BERRY (CONT’D)
        Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.

John’s eyes appear to dart back and forth under his eye lids.
His eyes snap open and all of the objects in the entire room
has turned into an animated cartoon characters, with the
fern slowly coming up behind Berry with a sinister look.
Carlos leans closer, watching John with wonderment.

Through the windows various cartoon character crawl into the
windows, performing typical vaudeville type slapstick acts on
the floor to entertain him.

                  CARLOS
        Wow, that acid was fast acting.

                  BERRY
           (with a smile)
        Only the best.
           (to John)
        What's the last thing you remember,
        before you woke up this morning?

A bright and blinding light whites out the room.

                                             CUT TO:

25 INT. JOHN'S FLASHBACK - JOHN'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - NIGHT 25

John is in his bed having sex with a woman doggy style. John
looks around surprised by the transition and smiles as he
realizes what he is doing.

                  JOHN
        Alright!

The woman is very beautiful but her face cannot be seen.
Berry appears standing on the bed behind him, leaning down
and putting his head directly next to John's head.

                  BERRY
        Where are you?

                  JOHN
        At home, with a very attractive
        woman.

Movement can be seen behind John which he hears and he begins
to look around for the source of the noise while he continues
with the woman.

                  BERRY
        Is there anyone else in the room?

                  JOHN
        I think so.

John finally looks behind himself, seeing that SCARFACE from
his Scarface poster has come alive and is watching with a
giddy smile.

                  SCARFACE
        I like to watch.

                  JOHN
        Actually, I think its the acid.

He looks back at the girl as Scarface leans up against the
wall.

                  BERRY
        What are you doing?

                  JOHN
        Having sex with a girl, who is way
        out of my league. I feel like
        Derek Jeter!

Carlos suddenly leans in glaring at John, just inches from
his face.

                  CARLOS
        Who is she?

                  JOHN
        I don't know. I can't see her
        face.

                  CARLOS
        Why not?

                  JOHN
        Doggy.

                  CARLOS
        Then flip her over!

                  JOHN
        Okay.

He flips her over and is dismayed by the sight. She has no
face. He still continues to have sex with her.

                  BERRY
        Well? Who is she?

                  JOHN
        I don't know.

                  CARLOS
        Then, what does she look like.

                  JOHN
        I... I don't know. She has no
        face.

John stares at the faceless woman and looks over her body.

                  JOHN (CONT’D)
        She doesn't even have any tattoos,
        scars or birthmarks.

                  BERRY
        Well then...

Berry steps up to the woman and throws a little ball of clay
onto the faceless head.

                  BERRY (CONT’D)
        Shape her out of clay.

                  JOHN
        Okay.

John stares intently at the lump of clay as it flattens out
and then begins to create a nose. The woman caresses the
side of his face.

                  JOHN (CONT’D)
        I don't think this is going to
        work.

                  CARLOS
        How about, where did you meet her,
        John? Think about that.

John begins to think and room fades to black with only John
left.

                  JOHN
        I can't remember.

He still thinks.

                                             CUT TO:
26 INT. BERRY'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY 26

John slowly wakes up with Carlos and Berry standing over him.
John looks dejected by the out come of the hypnosis.

                  CARLOS
        So. We didn't learn shit.

                  JOHN
        No.

                  CARLOS
        Can we go back to the hospital now?

                  JOHN
        Just give me a minute.

John sits up angrily as Carlos and Berry sit down on the
couch. Berry begins looking around for something. He looks
under the table in front of him and in the couch cushions.

                  CARLOS
        What are you looking for?

                  BERRY
        TV remote.

                  CARLOS
        You threw it across the room.

                  BERRY
        Did I?

                  CARLOS
        Yes.

Berry stands to look for the TV remote and Carlos looks over
to John.

                  JOHN
        Shit.

                  CARLOS
        You really can't remember where you
        were, when you met her.

                  JOHN
        Nope. It was a Friday night, so I
        was trolling every bar within ten
        miles.

                  CARLOS
        How about where did you go after
        you left here?

Berry returns with the remote and turns on the TV.

                  JOHN
        I don't know.

                  BERRY
           (to John)
        You said you were on your way to
        Tom's, if that helps.

John suddenly has a look of realization and embarrassment,
then buries his head into his hands. Carlos looks furious.

                  CARLOS
           (to Berry)
        He said he was going to Tom's?

                  BERRY
        Yep.

                  CARLOS
        Tom's bar?

                  BERRY
        Yes, on Cicero.

Carlos glares at John looking even more angry as John tries
to bury head further into his hands.

                  CARLOS
           (to John)
        The bar across the street from our
        apartment building?

                  BERRY
        I don't know where you live.
        Berry turns on the TV.

                  CARLOS
        I was talking to John, Berry.

                  BERRY
        Who's John Berry?

Carlos ignores Berry and stares at John, waiting for an
answer from him.

27 INT. TAXI CAB 2 - DAY 27

Carlos and John sit quietly looking out the windows at the
busy city around them. Every so often the DRIVER, of Middle
East descent looks back uncomfortably looking over his seat
and at John’s stump, which has blood dripping from the
bandage. John looks subdued while Carlos still looks angry.

                  CARLOS
        You had us taking cabs all over the
        city?

                  JOHN
        I know.

                  CARLOS
        We're still not going to find your
        fucking leg.

John looks out his window and sees a woman with brunet hair
in a taxi cab ridding next to them with a white leg shaped
package. His eyes become wide as he roles down his window
reaches out to the other cab and snatches the package.

                  JOHN
         My leg!

The woman is yelling at them as her cab turns onto another
street. With a bright smile he opens the package then frowns
and trows the package from the cab. The cab driver faces
John with an angry look.

                  DRIVER
           (thick accent)
         Don’t throw things from my cab, or
         you can just walk where your going!

                  JOHN
         I’m paying you! So you can just
         live with it!

                  CARLOS
         What was it?

                  JOHN
         A leg of lamb.

                  CARLOS
         You stole someone’s gyro?

John looks away from Carlos disappointedly and up to the
buildings passing by the cab window. John then looks over
and sees the Driver glaring at him.

                  JOHN
           (to the Driver)
         What?

                  DRIVER
         I do not appreciate the attitude.

                  JOHN
         Sorry, but I don’t appreciate the
         look you're giving me.

                  DRIVER
         What’s that?

                  JOHN
         The look of a suicide bomber!

The Driver slams on the breaks. John’s stub slams into the
back of the wall that separates them from the Driver. John
SCREAMS out in pain. The cab hops a curb as is stops.

                  JOHN (CONT’D)
           (screaming in pain)
         What the fuck is wrong with you!

                  CARLOS
           (pleading with John)
         Why do you have to make it worse?
         Why?

                  DRIVER
         Alright, the legless man, out of my
         cab... The beaner can stay.

                  JOHN
         Why can he stay?

                  DRIVER
         Because one, he’s not bleeding all
         over my cab and two, he’s been nice
         to me.
           (to Carlos)
         You are a gentle giant.

Carlos looks perplexed for a moment.

                  CARLOS
         Gentle giant? Like “Iron Giant” or
         like “My Giant” with Billy Crystal.

                  DRIVER
         No. Like Andre the Giant.

Carlos shrugs his head in approval.

                  DRIVER (CONT’D)
           (to John)
         You! Out of my cab! NOW!

The Driver raises a newspaper and begins swatting at John
like a fly and curses at him in his native language. John
raises his arm in defense as he struggles to get the door
open. After getting door open he falls face first to the
sidewalk.

                  DRIVER (CONT’D)
         Fuck you! You never ride in my cab
         again.
           (to Carlos)
         Beaner. Would you like to go for
         ice cream?

                  CARLOS
         I would like that.

                  JOHN
           (in agony)
         Carlos.

                  CARLOS
           (thinks about it)
         Damn it, I'm sorry. Maybe next
         time. I have to help my friend.

Carlos begins to slid out of the car.

                  DRIVER
         Your a good man. You deserve
         better friends than him.

Carlos waives goodbye to the driver.

                                    FADE TO BLACK.

                  END OF ACT FOUR

                     ACT FIVE

                                            FADE IN:

28 EXT. SIDEWALK - DAY 28

The street is busy with traffic but the side walk is void of
people. The sidewalk is lined with old brick buildings.
Carlos is helping John, walk along at a slow pace as they
move past a dark alley. Blood drips from the bottom of his
stub. Maybe a block away SIRENS and a large ROWDY CROWD can
be heard.

                  JOHN
        Wait! Stop! I need a rest.

They stop and Carlos helps him over to the side of building,
which serves as a store front of a Pet store. Carlos leans
John up against the glass front. They are both sweaty and
breathing hard. John looks pail.

                  CARLOS
        Fuck, that cab driver was right.

                  JOHN
        Right about what?

                  CARLOS
        About me. I probably deserve
        better friends than you.

John looks away from Carlos, speechless and shocked at what
Carlos said. He looks to his side and in the window sees a
grey and white cat clawing at him through the glass. He
looks back at Carlos.

                  JOHN
        Maybe... It’s been a long day.
        What time is it?

                  CARLOS
           (looks at his watch)
        It's only eleven thirty.

John GRUNTS loudly in response and Carlos steps away toward
the curb, with his back toward John.

                  JOHN
        You, uh... You don't really mean
        that, do you?

                  CARLOS
        Well, you said it. It's been a
        long and shity day.

                  JOHN
        Bullshit. You sounded serious. I
        need your help.

                  CARLOS
        Eventually, I need to draw a line.

                  JOHN
        You know what, you don't probably
        deserve better, you do deserve
        better than me.
           (pause)
        I was freaked out this morning,
        even before I woke up without this.
           (he motions toward his
            leg)
        I had this dream and it reminded me
        about something I fucked up really
        bad, all the way back in high
        school. Ever since then I've been
        fucking up and I don't know if it's
        karma or maybe I'm just a fuck up.
        But you've always been the guy to
        pick me up or make the situation
        not as bad. I'm sure, I dragged
        you down with me every time but
        you're the only friend I've ever
        had. I don't even have
        acquaintances, because I'm such an
        terrible person. And I'm not just
        saying this to make you not stop
        from being my best friend. I'm
        aware that I'm ass hole,
        inconsiderate, shallow and overall
        worst human being ever in the
        world. I always have been, always
        will be and I will never be able to
        change that. You knew that and you
        still stuck around after twenty
        years. I have no clue, what it is
        that possesses you to remain my
        friend. Carlos, you're all I've
        got and probably ever will have.

Carlos takes a deep breath and looks up at the sky
considering what John has said. After a moment he looks back
at John.

                  CARLOS
        It sounds like those riots are
        getting close by. So, we should
        probably hurry and get to Tom's.

Behind John, the cat is beginning to jump against the glass
at him, with a THUMP. John and Carlos watch as it does this
several times before it then draws back into its display
case. John stands up, hops away from the glass and to
Carlos' side.

The cat reaches the back of its inclosure, tuns, gets a
running start, jumps and slams into the glass. They jump
back slightly seeing the cat temporarily sprawled out against
the glass like a suction cup Garfield and then fall to the
ground. The cat shakes it off, turns toward John and hisses.
The cat turns away, raises its tale and walks away.

                  JOHN
        What the fuck.

                  CARLOS
        Have cats always hated you?

                  JOHN
        I'm more of a dog person but it's
        never come up before.

An EXPLOSION from down the street gets their attention where
they see a very large crowd of literally hundreds of
PROTESTERS making there way down the street looting and
vandalizing as the move.

                  JOHN (CONT’D)
        Lets get out of here.

They are about to move along when Carlos suddenly stop
looking as if he hears something down the near by alley.

                  CARLOS
        Did you hear that?

                  JOHN
        Here what?

Carlos takes several steps toward the nearby alley as John
watches curiously but remaining aware of the impending crowd.
Carlos listens carefully, then his eyes become wide.

                  CARLOS
        Oh, my god that is a baby.

He runs into the alley and John exhales out of frustration.
He looks at the approaching protesters then jumps into the
alley.

                                             CUT TO:

29 EXT. ALLEY - DAY 29

The alley is dark and dirty lined with trash bins. Carlos is
briskly walking along looking around with John hopping after
him, trying to keep up.

                  JOHN
        Carlos, what's the deal?

                  CARLOS
        Didn't you hear it.

                  JOHN
        The protesters blowing stuff?
        Yeah, I heard it.

                  CARLOS
        No, the crying. A baby crying.

John looks out of breath and stops to lean against a dumpster.
He looks a little dismayed and annoyed at Carlos, who has
just reached the other end of the alley.

                  JOHN
        A baby? Are you kidding me?

                  CARLOS
        I swear, that's what I heard.

                  JOHN
           (to himself)
        Of all the stupid shit.
           (to Carlos)
        You had to have been hearing
        things, Carlos. You're wasting
        your and my time. It was probably
        someone walking past. What are you
        trying to do?

Behind John, in the street beyond the alley a protester can
be seen across the street with a baseball bat. He stops and
swings at a window and breaks it with a CRASH. John looks
back at the crash and sees even more people appearing in the
street. He looks back a Carlos, desperately wanting to get
out of there.

                  JOHN (CONT’D)
           (pleading)
        CARLOS! THOSE PROTESTER HAVE
        CAUGHT UP TO US! WE DON'T KNOW
        WHAT THEY COULD DO TO US.

Carlos turns around angrily.

                  CARLOS
        WHAT IF IT NEEDS OUR HELP JOHN?

                  JOHN
        WHO THE FUCK, WOULD WANT OUR HELP?
        PLUS, A CHILD OF ANY AGE SHOULD
        NOT BE AROUND US. WE'RE BAD ROLE
        MODELS. BESIDES, I DIDN'T HEAR
        ANYTHING AND THERE IS NOTHING IN
        THIS ALLEY. YOU WERE HEARING SHIT.

                  CARLOS
        WE NEED TO TRY, JOHN.

Carlos turn away and begins looking again. John rests for a
moment on the dumpster and then glances at the alley behind
him, in time to see a NAKED MAN running toward him wearing
only a Richard Nixon mask. John watches in disbelief as the
man stops just a few feet in front of him and stares at him
for an awkwardly long moment. John freezes in position, look
like he's afraid of what will happen next.

                  NAKED MAN
           (voice slightly muffled by
            the mask)
        Hi!

A confused John, moves his mouth but nothing audible comes
out at first, till.
                  JOHN
        Hello.

                  NAKED MAN
        How's your day going?

John looks down at his stub, shrugs and looks back a the
Naked Man.

                  JOHN
        You know what, I think by this
        point it could be worse. Which
        scares me, because it's probably
        going to get worse.

                  NAKED MAN
        Oh, come on now.

Places a hand on Johns arm, which John looks a little awkward
from.

                  NAKED MAN (CONT’D)
        You have to stay positive. I
        believe life is constantly testing
        us for our level of commitment...

John looks around for Carlos who is looking in a trash can at
the other end of the alley, then he looks back at the Naked
Mans hand on his arm. John begins to swat at the mans as if
its a really large spider.

                  NAKED MAN (CONT’D)
        ...And life's greatest rewards are
        reserved for those who demonstrate
        never ending commitment to act
        until they achieve.
           (notices John swatting at
            his hand)
        Oh, I'm sorry.
           (removes his hand with
            nods of approval from
            John)
        Personal space, I get it. Anyways,
        this level of resolve can move
        mountains...

John appears to be in the middle of being tortured as his
head slowly lowers till its resting on the dumpster looking
at the Naked Man, waiting desperately for him to stop
talking.

                  NAKED MAN (CONT’D)
        ...but it must be constant and
        consistent. As simplistic as this
        may sound, it is still the common
        denominator separating those who
        live their dreams from those who
        live in regret.

John looks to be contemplating suicide as the man abruptly
stops and stares at him through the Nixon mask. The silence
is awkward with John staring back at him still resting his
head on the dumpster.

                  JOHN
        So, um. Tim Robbins? Was that Tim
        Robbins, you just randomly quoted
        on me?

                  NAKED MAN
        No, Tony Robbins.

                  JOHN
        Oh, I get those two confused all
        the time.

                  NAKED MAN
        I used to, too. Well, see you
        later.

The Naked Man runs and John sighs out of relief. John slams
his fist on the lid of dumpster and the sound BABY CRYING
from inside the dumpster rings out. John suddenly jumps away
from the dumpster in disbelief.

                  JOHN
        Oh, my god.

Carlos suddenly stops what he's doing, hearing the CRYING and
runs over to Johns side.

                  JOHN (CONT’D)
        There is a baby, in that dumpster.

                  CARLOS
        I told you.

They slowly move up to the dumpster and Carlos raises the
lid. They see a baby wrapped up in a blanket inside the
dumpster.

                  CARLOS (CONT’D)
        Someone just left her here.

John hops back away from the dumpster the disbelief on his
face fading to a look a remorse from a distant memory.

30 INT. TOM'S BAR - DAY 30

The bartender, TOM is cleaning the darkly lit bar with black
painted walls. The only bit of light is coming in through
two small windows at the front. Between the two windows is a
door which swings open as John enters, using Carlos as a
crutch. Tom smiles warmly.

                  TOM
        You’re up very early. Usually, you
        don’t stagger in till four in
        afternoon.

Tom’s smile goes away as he notices the blood dripping from
John’s stub.

                  TOM (CONT’D)
        Uh, John. It seems you’re missing
        a leg and you’re getting blood on
        the floors that I just waxed.
        You’ll be cleaning it up before you
        leave... Funny. You had both legs
        when you left here early this
        morning.

The slur in John’s voice has grown worse.

                  JOHN
        I think you could help me with
        that. Was I with a woman last
        night, Tom?

                  TOM
        Yeah. You left with her. She
        lives in one of the apartments
        upstairs.

John shrugs at an unamused Carlos and laughs slightly.

                  JOHN
        Well, that was convenient and easy.
        Up stairs, you said?

                  TOM
        Yes. Apartment four.

                  CARLOS
        I feel like I've wasted my entire
        life.

                  JOHN
        You and me both, buddy.

They begin to walk away.

31 INT. ONE ROOM APARTMENT - DAY 31

The front door to the apartment is wide open to a dark
hallway, where John is being helped by Carlos appear at the
end of the hallway having just climbed a flight of stairs.
John and Carlos arrive in the room and they take notice of
Melissa sitting in a chair with her legs propped on top of
John’s severed leg in front of an open window. Her voice is
sweet and angelic.

                  MELISSA
        I’ve been waiting for you. I
        figured, you'd have come right
        here. Did you drink too much, or
        was it the drugs?

                  JOHN
        Neither helped the other, I
        suppose. I’ll be taking my leg
        back, now.

John makes a move for the leg but then she pulls out a bloody
Bowie knife with a white handle. John immediately cowers
closer to Carlos.

                  CARLOS
        Fuck. She’s a crazy bitch.

Melissa shoots Carlos a cold look.

                  JOHN
           (to Carlos)
        Probably, didn't need to say that
        out loud.

                  CARLOS
        Sorry. It's just that this doesn't
        happen everyday and...

                  JOHN
           (interrupting Carlos)
        But if someone's crazy, it's better
        to not say it to their face.

Melissa rolls her eyes at them as she interrupts their side
conversation.

                  MELISSA
        Will you two shut up! I'm now
        amazed that you even got here, so I
        will be blunt about it.
           (to Johns)
        Do you remember me?

                  JOHN
        No. I don't recall ever seeing you
        before, which I already covered why
        I can't remember. I would just
        appreciate if you would stop using
        my leg as a FOOTREST and give it
        back. Please?

Melissa looks away with disappointment, then back to John.

                  MELISSA
        That’s amazing. You forgot me.

                  JOHN
        But I did say, please.

                  CARLOS
        You should feel special. He never
        say's that. He's very rude.

Melissa and John both make faces of disgust, with John's
being directed at Carlos and Melissa's at John.

She stands, picks up the leg and is about to throw the leg
out the window.

                  JOHN
        NO! NO! PLEASE, DON'T!

John is about to lunge at her but she stops and just holds
the leg out the window. He holds onto Carlos while watching
his leg in a panic. She stares at him coldly.

                  MELISSA
        My name is Melissa Kelly. Does
        that help?

John has a sudden look on his face of dread as it appears
that he remembers. Tears well up in her eyes.

                  MELISSA (CONT’D)
        You know what happened... It’s
        funny seeing you like this. You’ve
        probably never been made to look so
        weak. Even though, deep down
        that's what you are, weak.

She wipes the tears away from her eyes. John looks at her
with regret and honesty.

                  JOHN
           (begging)
        Melissa. I’m sorry. I really am.

                  MELISSA
        How could I possibly believe that?
        Besides, it's too late.

She drops the leg and with a lot of effort and desperation
John hops toward the window, while Carlos stares on with a
stunned look. John arrives at the window in time to see the
leg land in the middle of the alley.

                  JOHN
           (desperately)
        Carlos! Carlos!

Carlos is stunned as a panicked John looks back at him then
back out at the alley. John sees a large pack of stray cats
slowly emerging from the dumpsters and trash in the alley.

                  JOHN (CONT’D)
        OH, NO! NO!
           (turns back to Carlos)
        CARLOS!

Carlos finally snaps out of his stunned state and lumbers up
to the window to looks out. John grabs him by the collar.

                  JOHN (CONT’D)
        You have to go down there and get
        it. Go now!

The cats are slowly circling the leg. Carlos watches in
disbelief, till John shakes him a few times.

                  CARLOS
        Okay. I'm going.

Before Carlos can even move, the pack of stray cats pounce
upon the leg and drag it off in pieces behind a dumpster.
John yells out in desperation.

                  JOHN
        NO! THAT'S MINE! MINE!

He notices that his big toe has been left behind and there is
glimmer of hope in his eyes.

                                              CUT TO:

32 EXT. ALLEY - DAY 32

The toe sits alone in the dirty alley till a adorable little
white kitten stumbles out from behind a dumpster and picks up
the toe.

The kitten then preciously scampers back behind the dumpster.

                                              CUT TO:

33 INT. ONE ROOM APARTMENT - DAY 33

John falls to the floor, stunned with tears beginning to
flow. Carlos still stares out the window in disbelief.

                  CARLOS
        That is the weirdest shit I've ever
        seen. Holy shit!

Carlos steps away from the window toward the middle of the
room, running a hand over his head. He turns back toward John
and notices Melissa is still in the room slowly stepping
toward John.

Melissa moves down to eye level with John, staring into him
with her cold but tear wrapped eyes.

                  MELISSA
         That’s what you did to me, you son
         of a bitch. I would say we're even
         but there is nothing that could
         atone for it.

She quickly turns and walks out of the room. John begins to
sob uncontrollably.

                  CARLOS
         Come on, I’ll take you to the
         hospital.

Carlos helps John up and as they move out of the room direct
sun light peaks into the room and brightens it up.

                                        FADE TO BLACK.

                   END OF SHOW

© 2015 Austin James Marion

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