The Salton Sea Page #2

NANCY:

It ain't right

TERESA:

You think?

NANCY:

Something's off.

TERESA:

We can do better.

They take the socks out and being rearranging them again.

Three guys squeezed onto a couch together: KUJO, JIMMY THE FINN and

CREEPER. Kujo is talking a blue-streak. He makes Dennis Leary took

mealy-mouthed.

Creeper and Jimmy stare straight ahead, clearly bugging.

KUJO:

So the alphabet, I mean look at it,

there's 26 letters. Why not 27 or 28

or 106? And the vowels: a, e, i, o, u.

What the hell is up with that?

CREEPER:

And sometimes y.

KUJO:

What I'm saying is that I love it!

It's great. I could go on all night about it.

And he does.

KUJO (cont'd)

Let's take every letter individually.

I mean, let's really break the

mother's down.

DANNY is sitting in an armchair. He is the only one who looks tired.

He sits there, taking the scene in.

ALL SOUNDS FADE OUT

DANNY (V.O.)

And so this is where I find myself.

No. I should choose my words more

wisely:
this is the world I sought

out. The land of the perpetual night-

party. Day swallowing night and

night swallowing day. The crank

compressing time like some divine

piston on its awesome downstroke.

DANNY'S P.O.V. - SCANNING THE ROOM. NO SOUND. The girl's folding the

socks ... Kujo ranting on ... Creeper and Jimmy the Finn grinding their

jaws ... the BLANKETS AND TINFOIL ON THE WINDOWS.

DANNY (cont'd)

We've been at this for three days ...

or is it four? Tweakerrs, lokers,

slammers coming and going, swearing

eternal allegiance and undying love

for one another, only to wake up

after the binge and realize you

wouldn't walk across the street to

piss on one of 'em if their head was on fire.

(beat)

Is it three days or is it four?

BACK ON DANNY. He blinks lethargically.

DANNY (cont'd)

I know what you're thinking. But

don't give up on me just yet. And

for God's sake, don't pity me. Don't

make any judgments until you've seen

my whole story.

(beat)

And keep your eyes open.

(beat)

Nothing is what it seems.

Suddenly ...

KUJO (O.S.)

OH SH*T! WE'RE OUT OF DRUGS!

INT. PARTY HOUSE - NIGHT

Danny and Jimmy the Finn walking towards the front door.

DANNY:

How the hell did we get this detail?

JIMMY:

Guess it's our turn.

Danny nods.

DANNY:

What time is it?

JIMMY:

Twelve

DANNY:

Midnight?

EXT. PARTY HOUSE - DAY

As the door opens, Danny discovers that it is TWELVE NOON and the sun

is blazing.

The party house is revealed as a cheap stucco apartment building

crammed in the middle of BUSY BUSINESS DISTRICT at a major

intersection.

Jimmy and Danny slip on sunglasses and brave the light.

DANNY:

Where to?

JIMMY:

I know a guy.

DANNY:

Lead the way.

They slink along like two albino rat vampires with sunglasses.

JIMMY:

Nice day

DANNY:

I hadn't noticed.

(beat)

I've seen you around. What's your name?

JIMMY:

Jimmy. Everyone calls me Jimmy the Finn.

DANNY:

Why's that?

JIMMY:

My features. They're Finnish.

DANNY:

You don't say.

JIMMY:

Finland is a country.

DANNY:

Well, Jimmy the Finn, let's go score some gack.

INT. CHEAP MOTEL ROOM - DAY

Danny and Jimmy standing there looking at something OFF SCREEN. Danny

and Jimmy looking at one another, then back at what they were looking

at.

A GUY sitting on the bed in his underwear, looking down at his left arm

and holding a can of BUG SPRAY at the ready in his right hand.

He is completely motionless, studying his arm with hypnotic intensity.

JIMMY:

Bobby?

BOBBY:

Shhh.

Bobby never takes his eyes off his arm.

BOBBY (cont'd)

(whispering)

They're coming.

JIMMY:

(likewise whispering)

What?

BOBBY:

The spiders.

Bobby readies the can of bug spray, his eyes widening.

BOBBY (cont'd)

(sing-song)

I'm ready for you this time.

Bobby lets loose with the spray, dousing his arm.

BOBBY:

Aha! Yeah!

(super rapid-fire)

You thought you could f*** with

Bobby, you thought you could f***

with Bobby, you thought you could

f*** with Bobby!

Bobby's mouth wide with stupid joy and continues to cloud the air with

bug spray.

BOBBY (cont'd)

With Bobby you thought you could f***?

Danny and Jimmy wait silently. Bobby finally stops spraying, satisfied

he has killed the imaginary spiders.

He looks up at Jimmy and Danny, his eyes swimming with stupid, drug-

addled confusion.

BOBBY (cont'd)

Who the f*** are you?

JIMMY:

It's me ... Jimmy

Bobby squints.

BOBBY:

Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy. Rhymes with Simmy.

JIMMY:

Yeah.

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