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What I'm Missing - TV Pilot
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
Links to the screenplay "Willow"
- Willow - part one
Part one of the screenplay Willow, which follows FBI agent Michael Abbott as he tracks down an elusive serial bomber.
- Willow - part two
Part two of the screenplay Willow, which follows FBI agent Michael Abbott as he tracks down an elusive serial bomber.
- Willow - part three
Part three of the screenplay Willow, which follows FBI agent Michael Abbott as he tracks down an elusive serial bomber.
- Willow - part four
Part four of the screenplay Willow, which follows FBI agent Michael Abbott as he tracks down an elusive serial bomber.
- Willow - part five
Part five of the screenplay Willow, which follows FBI agent Michael Abbott as he tracks down an elusive serial bomber.
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