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JEFF:

So, um, Pony, where are you staying? Are you staying at your

mother's house?

PONY:

No, no, they, uh, you know, that can be kind of a hassle, so ,

uh, you know, I just stay at the Four Seasons. It's easier.

TIM:

Yeah, yeah, I stay at the Four Seas, it's ease.

JEFF:

Wow, that must be pretty nice there.

PONY:

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, yeah, it's, you know, it's a bed and hot water.

ERICA:

It does look good.

SOOZE:

Yeah, so what do you guys do next? I mean, what's your band do

now?

PONY:

Oh, uh, we're gonna go in the studio and we're, we're doin' a new

album.

SOOZE:

Yeah?

PONY:

Yeah, and I was thinking, Sooze, you could do the cover.

SOOZE:

You do not want me to do your cover.

PONY:

I don't want you to do the cover, I, I need you to do the cover.

SOOZE:

You're not serious.

PONY:

I'm always serious.

SOOZE:

Oh they'd never let me do what I want.

PONY:

I get final approval. It's in my contract.

SOOZE:

Would I get paid?

PONY:

Yeah, we'd have to fly you out for meetings, you know.

SOOZE:

Yeah?

PONY:

Yeah.

SOOZE:

Oh, God, that would be something I really want to do.

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INT. TOP WINE & LIQUOR - NIGHT

Tim is back again, to buy more alcohol.

TIM:

Hey, can you cash this?

Tim hands Scuff a treasury bill.

SCUFF:

Yeah. Yeah. How's the air force, Tim?

TIM:

It's not the air force anymore, Scuff

SCUFF:

So where are you?

TIM:

I'm here.

CUT TO:

EXT. CIRCLE A - PARKING LOT -NIGHT

The group is still hanging out at the Circle A.

PONY:

Okay, now, you guys all take care, okay? Oh, man, I feel so good.

I feel good 'cause I'm hanging out with you guys, man. You know?

I mean, I forgot what it was like to just hang out.

SOOZE:

Yeah.

PONY:

And you know why it's so good? See, because, see, you guys are

real. No, man, I mean it. You guys have a sense of humor. You

live your lives, you know. It's simple, you know. The guys on the

road, I mean, the band, all they talk about is scoring chicks...

and Danny, all Danny talks about is money.

BUFF:

Yeah, we're all above that.

PONY:

See, I wrote something about all this. Uh, it, it's a song

about...

BUFF:

Well, play it, man.

SOOZE:

Yeah, come on, play it.

PONY:

Oh, no, man. I can't.

BUFF:

Yeah.

SOOZE:

Come on.

BUFF:

Play it! Come on!

PONY:

No, no, no, no, no, it's new.

BUFF:

Please.

PONY:

I just started it.

Buff walks over to the limo and picks up Pony's guitar and

harmonica from off the trunk of the car.

BUFF:

I don't care. I'm gonna drop it. I'm gonna drop it. I'm...

PONY:

Don't drop the guitar, man.

Buff pretends to almost drop the guitar.

BUFF:

Whoa!

PONY:

No, no, whoa!

Pony grabs the guitar away from Buff and begins to put it on.

Everyone gathers around Pony, except Jeff.

BUFF:

Yes! Free concert!

ERICA:

Alright, Pony!

PONY:

Alright, alright already.

SOOZE:

Alright!

BUFF:

Yes! Hey, unplugged Pony!

Pony begins to play and sing.

PONY:

(singing)

"Drove down the highway

there was a big jam

The family had died

There inside their minivan

There was a backup

It went on for miles

But as bad as it was

It was gone after a while"

(to group)

Chorus here.

(singing again)

"You may think there's nothing to it

and the truth is hard to see

To be an invisible man is a remarkable

thing to be

thing to be

thing to be"

SOOZE:

That was so great!

ERICA:

It's coming along.

PONY:

Thank you.

BUFF:

Hey, I'm glad you put truth in your song, man. That's important.

PONY:

Hey, thanks, man.

JEFF:

So who are you?

PONY:

What do you mean?

JEFF:

Well, if we're, like, the man invisible, what are you?

PONY:

I don't know. Uh, I'm an artist, I guess. You know, there's life

and then there's the people watching the life, commenting on it.

JEFF:

Yeah, well, that's what I do too.

PONY:

What?

JEFF:

Comment, say things, think. Whatever. Why are you so special?

PONY:

Well, I, I didn't say I was special, but it's one thing, you

know, and it's another thing to actually communicate it to

people. You know what I mean? If a tree falls in a forest and no

one hears it, does that make a sound?

JEFF:

Of course it does.

SOOZE:

You know, that is my worst fear. Making a sound and no one hears

it.

PONY:

Mine too.

JEFF:

W-wait a minute, wait a minute.

PONY:

You know what I'm saying?

SOOZE:

Sure. You make art and you want people to see it.

BUFF:

Wait, what happened to the tree?

JEFF:

Yeah, but that doesn't mean that your tree is not artistic if no

one cuts it down.

SOOZE:

Jeff likes to argue for the sake of arguing.

JEFF:

No, I don't.

SOOZE:

Yes, you do.

JEFF:

No, I don't.

SOOZE:

You do.

JEFF:

No, I don't.

Tim walks up to the group from behind Erica. He stops and talks

to her.

TIM:

Hi.

ERICA:

Hi.

TIM:

So you, like, come from a town like this or...?

ERICA:

No, not really. I come from an "area". Bel Air.

TIM:

You rich?

ERICA:

No, not really. Middle-class.

TIM:

Oh, me too. Middle-class.

ERICA:

Maybe upper-middle-class.

Pony is singing another song. Buff, Bee-Bee, and Sooze are all

sitting on the asphalt in front of Pony, wide eyes. Tim is

talking to Erica on the car and Jeff is pacing back and forth.

PONY:

"See what's around you listen to their lies"

TIM:

So, like, your dad's a big deal, right?

ERICA:

Thinks he is. Well, he is.

TIM:

He is?

ERICA:

Yes.

TIM:

He is.

ERICA:

He is.

TIM:

And you love him a lot. He bought you a BMW for your birthday,

but you finally had to move out and get your own place. I mean, I

know, it's time to leave the nest. Parents hate your smoking. You

didn't tell them about the abortion. All your friends got boob

jobs, you got the tattoo instead. Subscribe to Vaniety Fair.

Tim feels Erica's arms.

TIM (CONT'D)

Ooh, wow, nice. Personal trainer? Very nice.

PONY:

"I sound like an idiot

watching the parade

I know there's no tomorrow

only the charade

I am dead

Deep inside my head

All the lies

There's no then

Only now

I will love

show me how"

Bee-Bee stands up and walks away. Jeff watches her leave and

begins to pace faster.

PONY (CONT'D)

"I buried my hand in a fire

I haven't slept for a week

I cut my feet on the glass

Never finding what I seek

I need salvation

I need"

Suddenly Jeff stops pacing and jumps up screaming.

JEFF:

F***! Pony, if we wanted to hear you sing, we would've gone to

your concert!

SOOZE:

Jeff!

JEFF:

So you sold ninety thousand units. So what? Does that mean you're

a genius? You're a great artist? You're higher up the ladder? You

got an extra gold star on your f***in' forehead?

TIM:

Wow, you're cute when you're angry.

JEFF:

Why don't you write a song about Sandra Berhard's salad, a**hole?

SOOZE:

Jesus, Jeff.

PONY:

Hey, man, uh, look, if you don't like my stuff, uh, I won't sing

it, okay? I'm sorry, you know?

JEFF:

No, that's not what I'm saying. I'm saying I don't need a

limousine to know who I am, alright?

TIM:

Right on. You know what? He doesn't need the limo, man.

JEFF:

I mean, you know, at least I admit that I don't know. I know that

things are f***ed up beyond belief and I know that I have nothing

original to say about any of it, alright? I don't have an answer.

I don't have a f***ing message.

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