Suburbia Page #9

JEFF (CONT'D)

Anything is possible. It is night on planet earth and I'm alive.

And someday I'll be dead. Someday I'll just be bones in a box,

but right now, I', not. And anything is possible. And that's why

I can go to New York with Sooze because each moment can just be

what it is. There's no failure, there's no mistake. I just, I

just go there and live there and what happens, happens. And so,

right now I'm getting naked and I'm not afraid. You know? I

don't, I don't need money, man. I don't, I don't even need, I

don't even need a future. I, I could knock out all of my teeth

with a hammer. So what?! You know, I could poke my eyes out. I'd

still be alive, you know? At least I'd know that I was doing

something real for two or three seconds, you know? It's all about

feat and I'm not afraid anymore, man. F*** it! F*** fear!

Jeff is standing in the middle of the parking lot, completely

nude. Tim appears from on top of the roof.

TIM:

Bravo, you son-of-a-b*tch!

CUT TO:

INT. PONY'S LIMO - NIGHT

The limo is pulling into the Circle A. Everyone is looking out

the window at Jeff.

PONY:

Is that Jeff?

SOOZE:

Oh, my god!

CUT TO:

EXT. CIRCLE A - PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Jeff is putting his clothes back on. He sits down next to Bee-Bee

and takes another swing off the bottle.

BEE-BEE

Jeff? Do you, do you ever wake up in the morning and think,

"Well, here's another day"? You know? It's just like the last

one. I mean what difference does it make, you know.

CUT TO:

EXT. CIRCLE A - PARKING LOT - LIMO - NIGHT

Tim is on the roof of the Circle A watching Pony and Sooze get

out of the Limo. They kiss. Tim keeps watching.

SOOZE:

You know, my mom has this saying.

PONY:

Yeah?

SOOZE:

"Don't write any checks you can't cash."

PONY:

Really? What else does your mother say?

JEFF:

Oh, hi. I thought you guys got lost.

SOOZE:

(to Bee-Bee)

Hey, where did you go? We were worried about you.

BEE-BEE

Uh, home, you know.

SOOZE:

Yeah, I talked to your mom. I think I woke her up. I hope I

didn't get you in trouble.

BEE-BEE

You didn't get me in trouble.

PONY:

Hey, where's Erica?

JEFF:

I don't know.

SOOZE:

Gee, Jeff, I thought you were gonna go take a piss, not join some

alcoholic nudist colony.

JEFF:

No, no. I just got sick and tired of listening to that demo tape

over and over again, you know? I mean, I felt like a f***ing

groupie, you know.

SOOZE:

Mm. I enjoyed the ride. Sorry you didn't.

JEFF:

But wait! Sooze, I don't wanna fight. I'm so sorry.

SOOZE:

What?

JEFF:

No, I mean it. No, look, when, when I got out of the car I walked

all the way here.

SOOZE:

Mm-hm.

JEFF:

And I fig- and I figured something out.

SOOZE:

Oh, yeah?

JEFF:

I, yeah.

SOOZE:

Mm.

Buff comes running from around the corner holding the lawn

leprechaun. Tim walks from around the corner and opens a box of

the take out Chinese.

BUFF:

Hey! On behalf of Burnfield, I present to you the keys to the

city.

TIM:

So, how was the ride, kids?

BUFF:

Great.

TIM:

Really?

SOOZE:

It was the nicest thin I've done in a long time.

TIM:

Oh that's nice for you.

PONY:

Where's Erica? You seen her?

TIM:

Erica? She said she was tired. She went back to the hotel.

PONY:

Oh, How'd she get back?

TIM:

I called Bucky's. I got her a cab. Is there any hot mustard?

JEFF:

I don't know.

PONY:

I'm gonna go to the car for a 'sec. I'll be right back.

Pony walks away, around the corner.

BUFF:

They are old, we are young, they are fast, we are fun.

TIM:

Buff, please, would you jus f*** off, okay? F*** off!

JEFF:

Wait, Sooze, I, I have to talk to you, 'cause I, there's

something I figured out.

SOOZE:

God, you smell like whiskey.

JEFF:

No, no, I have to talk to you.

SOOZE:

Is that a threat?

TIM:

I ate a dog when I was in Thailand. Tasted exactly like this

sparerib.

JEFF:

No, wait, no, I thought about New York.

SOOZE:

Forget about New York, Jeff. I don't want to talk about New York

anymore.

TIM:

There was this other place where they served live monkey brains.

Sweat to God. You walk in, they bring the little monkey out,

shave his head, crack it open, and you eat it's brains while it's

still alive. I didn't go in, though, 'cause I didn't have any

money and my mom has a saying: "Don't write any checks you can't

cash".

Sooze's face drops a little in surprise.

JEFF:

Tim, what are you talking about?

TIM:

Ask your girlfriend.

Pony walks back to the group.

PONY:

Well, I called Erica's beeper. There's just no answer.

TIM:

What are you? Her pimp? She said she might go get a drink first.

PONY:

Well, I mean, she always answers her beeper.

TIM:

Pal, she's a big girl, you know? I'm sure she's alright.

PONY:

Yeah? Well, what'd she say?

TIM:

About what?

PONY:

About where she went. I mean, what bar?

TIM:

She didn't say. Maybe she's at the bar at the hotel.

PONY:

The bar at the hotel? She told you that? What did she say

exactly?

TIM:

Well, Dad, she said she wanted to suck my cock.

SOOZE:

Tim, why don't you shut the f*** up?

PONY:

I think I gotta go.

JEFF:

See ya later.

TIM:

What? Oh, come on. You're not gonna suck my cock?

PONY:

F*** you, man. I never did anything to you!

Tim gets up gets into Pony's face.

TIM:

Okay. You know what? Watch your f***ing language, alright? Or I

might have to.

PONY:

Whatever.

TIM:

Oh, come on, Pony. I'm just kidding. Wow, you rock stars are

really sensitive, huh? You know, there's a life on the road?

PONY:

Don't do that, man, okay?

SOOZE:

Could you give me a ride?

TIM:

Oh yes! Yeah, man, give her the ride, the ol' Pony ride back to

the hotel.

SOOZE:

Tim, go throw up somewhere.

PONY:

You know, man, it's none of your business what I do, okay?

TIM:

It's none of my business?

PONY:

Yeah.

TIM:

Oh, okay, it's none of my business. Yeah, so, you-you're trying

to f*** my best friend's girlfriend and it's none of my

business?!

SOOZE:

What the f*** are you talking about?!

PONY:

Nobody's f***ing anybody!

TIM:

No, see, Neil, if you're f***ing with one of my friends, then

you're f***ing with me.

PONY:

Don't do that.

TIM:

What are you going to do? Hm?

PONY:

If you hit me...

TIM:

Yeah?

PONY:

... my manager will slap an assault charge on your ass faster

than you can say AA, okay?

TIM:

Your manager?

PONY:

Yeah, man, my manager and my lawyer.

TIM:

Well, just, you know, have 'em call me. Y-you know where to find

me, right?

PONY:

Oh, yeah, drunk on the corner, man. Hey, why don't you buy

another beer. It's on me, okay?

BUFF:

Thanks, man!

PONY:

(to Sooze)

I'll be in the car, okay?

JEFF:

Wait, wait, wait a minute, Sooze. What are you doing?

SOOZE:

I'm leaving. Is that alright with you? Do I have your permission?

Maybe you want to think about it.

JEFF:

Where are you going?

SOOZE:

For a ride.

JEFF:

Wait, away?

SOOZE:

Yes, Jeff, away. Away, away, away.

JEFF:

To his hotel?

SOOZE:

Sh*t, Jeff!

BUFF:

You know what we should do? Go to the...

JEFF:

So you can do an album cover?

SOOZE:

I've run out of words.

JEFF:

Wait. What, what are you saying?

SOOZE:

I don't know. And I don't care that I don't know.

JEFF:

Well, what about us?

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