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TUNA:

Hey, wake up. Come on, you two

lovebirds. Hurry, I want to show you

something.

George and Barbara shake cobwebs out and stumble into the

kitchen to find Tuna holding a brown paper shopping bag.

TUNA (CONT'D)

Figured it out.

GEORGE:

Figured what out?

TUNA:

You know how we were wondering what we

were going to do for money? Being how

we don't want to get jobs and whatnot?

Well, check this out.

Tuna takes the paper bag and empties its contents on the

kitchen table. It's a grey mound of stocky, seedy marijuana.

Barbara examines the reefer.

BARBARA:

Tuna, this is crap.

TUNA:

I know it's not the greatest. It's

commercial.

BARBARA:

It's garbage.

GEORGE:

It's oregano. You got ripped off, pal.

What are you gonna do with all this?

TUNA:

We sell it. I got it all figured out.

We make three finger lids and sell them

on the beach. We move all of it. We've

made ourselves a hundred bucks. Or a

lot of weed for our head. What do you

think? Not bad, huh? I got the baggies

and everything.

BARBARA:

You can't sell this to your friends.

TUNA:

Man. F*** you guys. I have this great

idea and you guys have to be all

skeptical.

BARBARA:

Look, if you really wanna score some

dope, I got the guy.

EXT. THE WHIPPING POST - MANHATTAN BEACH - 1968 - DAY

George, Barbara and Tuna stop outside the front door.

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.

INT. BELMONT SHORES APARTMENT - 1968 - DAY

George walks in to find Tuna and Maria sitting with KEVIN

DULLI, an old friend from back east. He's sitting in front

of a water pipe and coughing his ass off.

TUNA:

Look what the cat dragged in.

GEORGE:

Holy sh*t, Dulli. What the hell are you

doing here?

KEVIN:

Well, I'll tell you. I was walking down

the beach, minding my business, when who

did I see but this f***ing guy. I

didn't know you guys were living in

California.

GEORGE:

Yeah, but what are you doing out here?

KEVIN:

I'm on vacation. On my way back to

school.

GEORGE:

This calls for a joint. You want to do

the honors?

KEVIN:

No, man. I'm too f***ed up.

TUNA:

Nice weed, huh?

KEVIN:

F*** yeah. I never seen nothing like

it. I'm f***ing wasted.

GEORGE:

Right on.

KEVIN:

G-d, I'm stoned. I'm stoned. I'm

really...

GEORGE:

Stoned?

KEVIN:

I wish there was sh*t like this back

home.

GEORGE:

Yeah?

KEVIN:

Sh*t, yeah. Do you know how much money

I could make if I had this stuff back

east?

TUNA:

No sh*t, Kevin?

KEVIN:

That's right.

GEORGE:

Yeah?

KEVIN:

When there's something to move, it's too

easy not to. Do you know how many

colleges are in a twenty mile radius?

U. Mass, Amherst, B.U....

TUNA:

Smith. Hampshire....

KEVIN:

Right. And Holyoke. There are a

hundred thousand rich kids with their

parents' money to spend, but there's

never anything available. Nothing good,

anyway. I'm paying four hundred dollars

for sh*t.

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

Derek, George and Barbara sit around. The blinds are drawn.

GEORGE:

The way we figure it, Barbara flies to

Boston twice a week. Two bags per

flight. Twenty-five pounds in each bag.

DEREK:

You're kidding, right? That's a hundred

pounds a week.

GEORGE:

Yeah, I know, it's a lot of weight.

BARBARA:

We're gonna call it California

sinsemilla. Sounds exotic.

GEORGE:

I'm telling you, Derek, it will sell.

DEREK:

I don't know...

GEORGE:

Here's the best part. We can charge

five-hundred a pound.

DEREK:

Come on, George, no one is going to pay

that.

GEORGE:

It's already been negotiated. It's

done. The money is there waiting.

Derek looks at Barbara. She nods.

DEREK:

Goodness.

GEORGE:

Goodness is right. If you do the math,

that's over thirty grand a week profit.

I want you to be my partner on this,

Derek. Fifty-fifty. That's fifteen

thousand a week for you, my friend. In

your pocket, free and clear.

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