Suburbia Page #7

TIM:

Okay, great. Well, now he's crying. Are you guys happy?

JEFF:

Oh, shut up, Tim. This isn't funny, man.

SOOZE:

(sighs)

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

PONY:

No, no, no, no, no. Uh, hey, man. You know I'm really sorry if I,

if I said something wrong. I, I...

JEFF:

No, man. Hey. No, you know what? Hey, it's you, man. It's, you

know what, you know what it is? It's this tarpit of stupidity

that we're all stuck in. It's this cell. It's this void, you

know.

PONY:

Oh, no, man, look. Look, you know, it's me, okay? I come out here

and I'm, so used to everyone, you know, kissing my ass and I

think I'm a f***ing star, man, and I'm really sorry if I'm full

of attitude. I, I really...

JEFF:

No, you know what? It's not you, man. It's not anybody. It's me.

Whoo! Hey.

PONY:

Look, man, it... Sh*t. Why don't we get something to eat? I mean

food?

ERICA:

We'd have to hurry.

SOOZE:

China Gate's open till midnight.

PONY:

George can drive us. There's plenty of room in the car. Jeff?

JEFF:

No. You know what? You guys go ahead and bring back something

here. Yeah.

PONY:

Why don't you come with us, man? I mean, I want to hear about

those songs you've been working on. You too, Buff.

BUFF:

Limo ride!

Buff runs and jumps into the limo.

PONY:

Tim?

TIM:

Uh, I didn't write any songs. You guys go ahead. I gotta stay

here and guard the parking lot.

Sooze walks over to Jeff.

SOOZE:

Come on.

JEFF:

No. No, no, no.

SOOZE:

Come on. I'm not gonna go if you don't come.

JEFF:

No, I just don't feel like it. That's all.

SOOZE:

Why don't you just try? Please. For me. Come on.

Buff sticks his upper body out of the limo's sunroof.

BUFF:

Hey, come on, man! Limo!

SOOZE:

Hey, wait, where's Bee-Bee? Bee-Bee! Bee-Bee, where'd you go? Did

you guys see where she went?

PONY:

Erica, you coming?

ERICA:

Mm-mm.

BUFF:

Are you sure? Okay.

The limo pulls out of the parking lot and onto the road. Erica

walks over to Tim, who is lying on the hood of a car.

ERICA:

You got everything right but the car. My dad didn't get me a BMW.

TIM:

What'd he get you?

ERICA:

A Porsche.

TIM:

Mm.

ERICA:

Yeah. So, what about you?

TIM:

What about me? I don't have a car.

ERICA:

You just seem to know all these things about me and I don't know

anything about you, you know. What kind of music do you like?

TIM:

Military marching bands.

ERICA:

You think I'm rich and you hate me.

TIM:

Now, how the hell would you know what I think? Hm? You don't know

me.

ERICA:

I'd like to.

TIM:

Oh, yeah?

ERICA:

Mm-mm.

CUT TO:

INT. BEE-BEE'S HOUSE -NIGHT

Bee-Bee slowly creeps up the stairs and into the bathroom, the

entire house is dark. She opens the medicine cabinet and pockets

a bottle of sedatives.

CUT TO:

EXT. CIRCLE A - PARKING LOT -NIGHT

Erica and Tim are still talking.

TIM:

You know, it was the biggest mistake of my life.

ERICA:

Really?

TIM:

Well, I mean, you have to understand I was just this dopey kid

mopping floors and kissing officer ass. I mean, well, I enlisted

right out of high school. So I just wanted something different in

my life.

ERICA:

Mm.

TIM:

"It's not a job, it's an adventure." Right? I hated it. I had to

get out. So I was working in the kitchen, chopping lettuce, you

know, real heroic stuff, and I, uh, I had this big f***ing knife

and I chopped off the tip of my little finger and three days

later I was a free man.

ERICA:

You cut off your little finger?

TIM:

Well, they, uh they were nice enough to sew it back on.

ERICA:

Let's see.

Tim shows her his scar. Erica gently rubs her fingers over it.

TIM:

Honorable discharge. Disabled while serving. I get a check every

month.

INT. CHINA GATE RESTAURANT - LOBBY -NIGHT

The group is standing in the lobby, no one is around. It appears

as if their closed.

BUFF:

(yells)

Um, four for smoking, please.

The RESTAURANT HOSTESS walks up to them, she is Chinese.

RESTAURANT HOSTESS

Closed, closed.

BUFF:

(mocking her)

Oh, man, no closed, we just got here!

SOOZE:

No.

RESTAURANT HOSTESS

Midnight closed.

SOOZE:

Oh, come on! We're hungry. Please?

Buff decides to take control and walks over to the hostess.

BUFF:

Yo, do you know who this guy is right here? That's Pony Moynihan

from MTV. Yeah look at his limo out there.

RESTAURANT HOSTESS

TV?

BUFF:

TV. MTV, what your going to turn him away?

PONY:

(to Buff)

Come on, man. Sh, sh, sh.

BUFF:

No man.

(to hostess)

He's probably the most famous guy that'd ever come in this place.

You're lucky he's here.

RESTAURANT HOSTESS

Take-out only. Wait, I get picture.

PONY:

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

BUFF:

Thanks. See man?

PONY:

You know? I remember coming here with my parents.

SOOZE:

Really?

BUFF:

You know, I should, um, make a video of this place. You know,

bring the camera in.

PONY:

You make videos?

BUFF:

Oh, yeah, all the time. That's what I do now.

PONY:

You know what would be cool is, like, to do a music video, you

know? But, like, you know, have it set in here. You know, like,

like, like, with her and sh*t. You know, like, you know, like,

"Closed, closed, closed, closed, closed, closed."

BUFF:

"Closed, closed, closed." But with your music.

PONY:

You could do it.

BUFF:

I could.

PONY:

Yeah!

BUFF:

Yeah.

PONY:

I mean, do you have something I could show my manager? I mean, do

you have a reel?

BUFF:

Yes!

PONY:

Yeah!

BUFF:

A reel?

CUT TO:

EXT. CIRCLE A - PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Tim and Erica are still chatting away in the parking lot.

ERICA:

I mean, what is there to be happy about really? I mean, going to

the gym, climbing the StairMaster, eating the yogurt, checking

the voice mail. Smoking the low-tar cigarettes, shaving the

bikini line. Sometimes I just want something different, you know?

TIM:

What was your name again?

ERICA:

Erica.

TIM:

Erica. So do you think you and I are alike, Erica?

ERICA:

Deep down. Way down.

TIM:

It's a mistake to think that.

ERICA:

We could still talk, you know? It's nice to talk.

TIM:

It's nice to do a lot of things.

ERICA:

That's what I mean.

TIM:

I'm not a nice guy.

ERICA:

I know. It's okay.

TIM:

Yeah?

ERICA:

Mm-hm. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. If I didn't

want to be here, I'd be in a limo right now with a bunch of kids

looking for Chinese food.

TIM:

No, no, see, you, you don't understand.

ERICA:

Hay? Yeah? So teach me a lesson.

They kiss.

CUT TO:

INT. PONY'S LIMOUSINE - NIGHT

Buff, Sooze, Jeff, and Pony are all in the back of the limo

coming back from China Gate. Pony's demo tape is playing in the

background as Buff stuffs his face with noodles.

BUFF:

Mm-mm. Hey, when I get shitfaced I can get this huge appetite.

God. I don't know why. Most people don't, but I do. Whoo!

Suddenly Buff stops eating, his face drawing a blank. He starts

to look sick.

PONY:

You okay, man? You okay?

BUFF:

I didn't want to eat this much, man.

PONY:

Wait, I'll get you some air.

Pony starts to open the sunroof when Buff jumps up and starts

heading towards the window.

BUFF:

Wait, do the windows, okay? Just do 'em.

Pony opens the window and Buff sticks his head out, throwing up

alcohol and Chinese noodles all over the side of the limo.

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