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GEORGE:

Are you sure this guy is cool?

BARBARA:

You'll see for yourself.

TUNA:

A beauty parlor for men? Sounds pretty

queer.

They walk in.

INT. THE WHIPPING POST - MANHATTAN BEACH - 1968 - CONTINUOUS

George, Tuna and Barbara enter. The Whipping Post is

California's first male hair salon. George looks around at

the customer's being pampered. Haircuts, pedicures,

manicures.

GEORGE:

Nothing like this back home.

BARBARA:

Derek!

DEREK FOREAL is a curious man. Daringly effeminate,

especially for the sixties, he is always surrounded by

beautiful women. As he sees Barbara, he stops his haircut

and runs to embrace her.

DEREK:

Barbie!

Derek's female entourage rush over as well. Kisses all

around.

DEREK (CONT'D)

So, this is the new man, huh? He's

cute!

George and Tuna stick out there hands.

GEORGE:

George.

TUNA:

Tuna.

DEREK:

Tuna, oh my. Enchante, George. Barbie,

he's yummy. He looks like a Ken doll.

Oooh, Ken and Barbie. It's perfect.

Alright, girls, give me five minutes.

Derek makes dismissing gestures and the girls scatter.

DEREK (CONT'D)

Everyone, shoo! You, too, Barbie. I

want to talk to the boys alone.

After the girls leave, Derek closes the partition and his

playful demeanor changes. He's all business now.

DEREK (CONT'D)

What can I do for you guys?

GEORGE:

We want some grass.

DEREK:

I know what you want. But, first of

all, are you cops?

GEORGE:

No.

DEREK:

Because if you are, you have to tell me.

If not, it's entrapment.

GEORGE:

We're not cops. We're from

Massachusettes. I mean, does he look

like a cop?

DEREK:

I guess not. Okay. You know, you're

very lucky you're friends of Barbie's.

If you weren't, I'd never talk to you.

Derek pulls a television-sized brick of quality marijuana out

from under a sink and sets it down in front of George.

GEORGE:

What the f*** is that?

DEREK:

It's your grass.

TUNA:

Wow. That's more than we had in mind.

DEREK:

I don't nickel and dime. You want it or

not?

George and Tuna look at each other.

GEORGE:

We'll take it.

EXT. MANHATTAN BEACH - 1968 - DAY

SERIES OF SHOTS:

Summer on the beach. It's one big party. George and Tuna

are on the beach. They are the new kings. They smoke pot

and drink brews.

George and Barbara get close as do Tuna and Maria. Slowly,

George's clothes and hair start to look better, cooler.

George and Tuna hanging out with the SURFERS.

George and Tuna hang with Barbara, Maria and SOME GIRLFRIENDS

in bikinis.

George and Barbara hang together at the life guard stand.

George and Tuna on the strand with HIPPY PROFESSORS selling

half-ounces.

Derek, Tuna, George, Barbara, Maria and the Elves play

volleyball.

Barbecue at Belmont Shores apartment with George, Barbara,

Derek, Tuna, Maria and different Elves.

George and Tuna sell half-ounces to BIKERS.

Derek is having a party out of a mini-van in the beach

parking lot. George, Barbara, Tuna and Maria are there.

EXT. MANHATTAN BEACH - 1968 - SUNSET

George and Barbara sit by the water, watching the waves crash

into the sand. The sky is streaked with purple and red.

GEORGE:

This is it for me.

BARBARA:

What is?

GEORGE:

Just everything. You. California. The

beach. This spot right here. I feel

like I belong here, you know? It just

feels right.

BARBARA:

You happy, baby?

GEORGE:

Yeah. I am.

EXT. WORKSITE - WEYMOUTH - 1966 - DAY

The worksite is busy. George is amongst other workers,

working a summer job. As George is taking five, he looks

across the sight to Fred, who is sweeping up debris. A long

way from being the boss.

INT. COLLEGE ADMISSIONS OFFICE - WEYMOUTH - 1966 - DAY

George stands in line to register for college, wearing his

Brooks Brothers suit, bowtie, and freshly Bryllcreamed hair.

The room is crowded and the line is long. Bob Dylan's

"Subterranean Homesick Blues" blares out of one of the kid's

transistor radios. George looks around the room. He is

uncomfortable. He catches his reflection in the shiny glass

partition and stops. He doesn't like what he sees.

Something is not right. He looks like everyone else. Same

cookie-cutter hair, same cookie-cutter clothes, same cookie

cutter faces. He's a carbon copy.

REGISTRATION WOMAN

Next.

It's George's turn but he doesn't hear it. "Twenty years of

schooling and they put you on a day shift." The words hit

him like a tone of bricks as he continues to stare at his own

reflection.

GEORGE (V.O.)

I was standing there, and it was like

the outside of me and the inside of me

didn't match, you know? And then I

looked around the room and it hit me. I

saw my whole life. Where I was gonna

live, what type of car I'd drive, who my

neighbors would be. I saw it all and I

didn't want it. Not that life.

EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - WEYMOUTH - 1966 - DAY

George sits with Fred. It's breaktime and Fred eats from a

lunch box.

GEORGE:

There's something out there for me, Dad.

Something different. Something free

form, you know? Something for me, and

college just isn't it.

FRED:

That's too bad. You would have been the

first one in the family.

GEORGE:

I know.

FRED:

Alright. You want me to get your old

job back? Because I could, you know, I

could put in that word.

GEORGE:

No, Dad. I don't want to...I mean, I

just don't want...

It's obvious to Fred that his son doesn't want to be like

him.

FRED:

What are you going to do?

GEORGE:

I'm going to California.

EXT. BELMONT SHORES APARTMENT - 1968 - DAY

SUPERIMPOSE:
MANHATTAN BEACH, CALIFORNIA 1968

George and Tuna, now 21-years old, struggle with their bags.

Their new place is a tackily furnished, two-story apartment

with small balconies and a view of the ocean. As George and

Tuna struggle with the bags, two California beauties appear

on the balcony next door: BARBARA BUCKLEY, 20, and MARIA

GONZALES, 21.

GIRLS:

You guys need some help?

George and Tuna share a look.

TUNA:

I don't know about you, but I think

we're gonna like it here.

EXT. MANHATTAN BEACH - 1968 - DAY

SERIES OF SHOTS:

Barbara and Maria introduce George and Tuna around to the

Manhattan Beach regulars. They are immediately accepted

despite their ill fitting shorts and Tuna's unhip black

socks. The beach scene is one big party. Lots of beer,

music, bikinis, and good times. By the end of the day,

George and Tuna have a hundred new friends.

GEORGE (V.O.)

California was like nothing I'd ever

experienced. The people were liberated

and independent and full of new ideas.

GEORGE (V.O.) (CONT'D)

They used words like "right on,"

"groovy," and "solid." The women are

all beautiful and seemed to share the

same occupation.

WOMAN #1

I'm a flight attendant.

WOMAN #2

I'm a flight attendant.

WOMAN #3

I'm a flight attendant.

The weed comes out and is passed around. Pipes. Joints.

Bongs. In SLOW MOTION, Barbara takes a huge hit of grass,

grabs George's face, french kissing him, and giving him a

huge shotgun.

INT. BELMONT SHORES APARTMENT - 1968 - DAY

George and Barbara are sleeping late. Their bodies

intertwined beneath the sheets. A slam of the front door

wakes them up. It's Tuna.

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