Refills
Cut to: Shot of Hank's front door from the outside. We see Mick, from the back, step onto the porch, two girls; Megan and Katie, standing behind him. Mick knocks on the door one time, and then three times. He turns around briefly to face the ladies.
Mick: That's the secret knock.
the door swings open and Hank stands there to greet them..
Hank: Hey, what's up? Come on in.
Mick: Thank you, I believe we shall.
The three enter the house, Katie hands Hanks a 12 pack of that hard lemonade pussy chick drink shit. Hank exits the room with the 12 pack, taking it to the fridge. While Hank is out of the room, Mick and Megan become involved in some serious deep tongueing, Katie appears to feel a bit awkward at this and avoids looking at them, instead she looks around the room.
The room is surprisingly clean. Hank did an amazing job cleaning the place up in a hurry, doing everything short of vacuuming; no food wrappers or baggies anywhere to be seen. All of the papers and magazines are stacked neatly in a few piles in a corner.
Hank returns, four of the pussy lemonade drinks in hand. Mick and Megan discontinue their tonsil hockey the moment Hank enters the room.
Hank: Sit down, sit down. Why the hell are you all just standing around? (He distributes the hard lemonade drinks to everyone and site one the arm of the legless chair. Mick and Megan sit closely beside one another on the couch while Katie site on the far end of the same couch.)
Mick: Hank, this is Megan, Megan Hank. And her friend is Katie.
Hank: Hello, good to meet you.
Katie: (smiling shyly)Hi.
Mick: So what the hell have you been up to, man?
Hank: You're looking at it. I just work and chill, work and chill.
Mick: Speaking of work, why the hell aren't you working today?
Hank I took the week off for vacation.
Mick: No shit? I was expecting to get your machine when I called.
Hank: Yep. But I'm off.
Katie: (sitting forward in her seat a bit) A weeks vacation? Are you going somewhere or celebrating something?
Hank: Not going anywhere and I'm definitely not celebrating.
Katie: Then why the vacation?
Hank: It's an anniversary.
Katie: Oh. (sits back in her seat again)
Mick: Has it been a year already?
Hank: It has.
(A bit of silence fills the air)
Mick: I thought you said you were over her.
Hank: I am.
Mick: Then why are you taking a weeks vacation for the one year anniversary of your breakup?
Hank: How the hell can I be over her?! How can I be expected to be over her? She was everything to me, man. I used to think I would die without her.
(a bit more silence)
Hank: (weakly) Sometimes I wish I had.
Mick: Stop talking like that, man. It's depressing.
Hank: Yeah, well...
Mick: You should be celebrating your freedom. Live it up, man! Meet new girls.
Hank: I've met plenty of girls, Mick; but it never works out. You know that. Every time I look at another girl all I can see is Violet.
Mick: Damn...
Hank: Yeah... It ain't all bad though. Aside from the emptiness and occasional waves of sorrow, I'm completely without emotion. I don't have and cares or worries or fears. I just go through life like a zombie, taking each moment as it comes.
Mick: That sounds terribly depressing. How the hell do you get through the day?
Hank: (shrugging) Marijuana helps.
Mick: Speaking of...
Hank: Way ahead of you, brother.(reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small rectangular wooden box, about wide enough to hold two bic ink pens side by side. He opens the box and pulls out a joint, placing it in his lips. He pulls out a lighter and sparks the joint to life, hitting it and passing it on. While it goes around the room, passing from person to person until it is entirely consumed; the conversation continues.)
Mick:[b] So are you going over to Phil's place tonight?
[b]Hank: Of course I am, it's right next door.
Megan: Who is Phil? One of your friends?
Mick: Nah, Phil's Place is the bar next door.
Megan: Oh. What's going on over there tonight?
Hank: They're serving beer.
Megan: Ah.
Katie: I've been kicked out of there before.
Mick: Really?
Hank: I don't think I've ever heard of anyone getting kicked out of there. How did you manage that?
Katie: I don't know. I guess they don't take well to people throwing bar stools through their window.
Hank: No shit?! That was you?!?
Katie: Yeah. I get real mean when I drink whiskey for some reason.
Hank: Just when you drink whiskey, right? Not when you're drinking hard lemonades...
Katie: Yeah, just whiskey. Don't worry, I won't throw anything through your window.
Katie laughs a little. There is a bit of silence and then Katie finishes her chick drink and stands up.
Katie: I'm going to grab another lemonade, anyone else need one?
Mick: I'll take one.
Megan: Me too.
Katie: Hank? [i](Hank shakes his head)
Hank: No thanks. (pause) The kitchen is straight through the next room.
Katie: Thanks. (turns around and exits the room)
Mick: So... What do you think of Katie?
Hank:[b] She seems nice.
[b]Mick: Yeah... You two seem to be hitting it off pretty well.
Hank: Mick... Tell me you didn't...
Mick: Didn't what? I don't know what you're talking about.
Hank: You know damn well what I'm talking about.
Mick: You said yourself that she seems like a nice girl.
Hank: Dammit, Mick. You know I'm not ready for this shit!
Mick: Well when the hell do you think you'll be ready?
Hank: I don't know, man. It's going to take some time.
Mick: Take some time?! It's been a year, for crying out loud.
Hank: It's fucking hard, man.
Mick: It can't hurt to try.
Hank: Yes it can, Mick. You keep doing this, and it's got to stop. Fuck, man; it isn't fair to me and it's not fair to her.
Mick: Lighten up, dude. Try to live a little. There is a very sweet and attractive girl in your home who seems genuinely interested in you. Come back to the fucking light, Hank. You've been bummed about this Violet chick or longer than you went out with her.
Katie returns from the kitchen with three gay-ass hard lemonade pussy-drinks and hands one to Mick, one to Megan, and keeps the third for herself. She returns to her seat on the couch.
Mick: Thank you, Katie.
Katie: No problem.
Megan's hand, which has been resting on Mick's leg, starts to rub at his inner thigh; inching closer and closer to his crotch.
Mick: I think I left something in my car... Megan, would you mind helping me look for it?
Megan: (smiling sheepishly) Sure.
Mick and Megan stand up and make their way to the door, exiting through the doorway. Katie and Hank, left alone, stare at each other silently and awkwardly for a while.
Hank:[b] Fucking animals, those two...
[b]Katie: Yeah.
(a bit of silence)
Hank: So...
Katie: So...
(a bit more silence)
Hank: Look, I'm sorry Mick dragged you out here leading you to believe that there might be some sort of hook-up.
Katie: You are?
Hank: Yeah. It's just... I'm not in any sort of emotional state for there to be even a remote possibility of seeing someone.
Katie: I see... (cold silence)
Hank: Okay, that came out all wrong. I'm sorry.
Katie: No, no, no. There's nothing to be sorry about. I appreciate the honesty... Brutal though it may be.
Hank: Listen, I don't know how what I just said was interpreted... Let me try and explain... I had a really bad break up a year ago. Mick is always trying this shit. He knows I'm still hung up Violet, and especially this week... I didn't mean that you were undesirable or anything like that... I'm just...
Katie: It's alright, Hank. I don't find you attractive either.
Hank: That's not what I said.
Katie: Then you do find me attractive?
Hank: No. Er... Yes. Dammit, that's not what I'm saying at all.
Katie: Then what the hell are you saying?
(long silence)
Hank: Look. You're a beautiful girl. You seem like a nice person... Well, aside from that whole barstool throwing thing. I've just been really depressed lately and I'm not interested in becoming romantically involved with anyone. It's not you, it really isn't. It's just... I'm...
Katie: Fucked up in the head right now? It's okay. I just wish your friend would have warned me or something.
Hank: Okay, good. I'm glad that's out of the way. Now maybe we can just hang out and have a good time. Want to smoke another joint?
Katie: Sure.
Hank pulls out another joint and flicks a lighter to life. We zoom in on the flame as it lights the joint, zooming in to the point that the flame consumes the entire screen.
Mick: That's the secret knock.
the door swings open and Hank stands there to greet them..
Hank: Hey, what's up? Come on in.
Mick: Thank you, I believe we shall.
The three enter the house, Katie hands Hanks a 12 pack of that hard lemonade pussy chick drink shit. Hank exits the room with the 12 pack, taking it to the fridge. While Hank is out of the room, Mick and Megan become involved in some serious deep tongueing, Katie appears to feel a bit awkward at this and avoids looking at them, instead she looks around the room.
The room is surprisingly clean. Hank did an amazing job cleaning the place up in a hurry, doing everything short of vacuuming; no food wrappers or baggies anywhere to be seen. All of the papers and magazines are stacked neatly in a few piles in a corner.
Hank returns, four of the pussy lemonade drinks in hand. Mick and Megan discontinue their tonsil hockey the moment Hank enters the room.
Hank: Sit down, sit down. Why the hell are you all just standing around? (He distributes the hard lemonade drinks to everyone and site one the arm of the legless chair. Mick and Megan sit closely beside one another on the couch while Katie site on the far end of the same couch.)
Mick: Hank, this is Megan, Megan Hank. And her friend is Katie.
Hank: Hello, good to meet you.
Katie: (smiling shyly)Hi.
Mick: So what the hell have you been up to, man?
Hank: You're looking at it. I just work and chill, work and chill.
Mick: Speaking of work, why the hell aren't you working today?
Hank I took the week off for vacation.
Mick: No shit? I was expecting to get your machine when I called.
Hank: Yep. But I'm off.
Katie: (sitting forward in her seat a bit) A weeks vacation? Are you going somewhere or celebrating something?
Hank: Not going anywhere and I'm definitely not celebrating.
Katie: Then why the vacation?
Hank: It's an anniversary.
Katie: Oh. (sits back in her seat again)
Mick: Has it been a year already?
Hank: It has.
(A bit of silence fills the air)
Mick: I thought you said you were over her.
Hank: I am.
Mick: Then why are you taking a weeks vacation for the one year anniversary of your breakup?
Hank: How the hell can I be over her?! How can I be expected to be over her? She was everything to me, man. I used to think I would die without her.
(a bit more silence)
Hank: (weakly) Sometimes I wish I had.
Mick: Stop talking like that, man. It's depressing.
Hank: Yeah, well...
Mick: You should be celebrating your freedom. Live it up, man! Meet new girls.
Hank: I've met plenty of girls, Mick; but it never works out. You know that. Every time I look at another girl all I can see is Violet.
Mick: Damn...
Hank: Yeah... It ain't all bad though. Aside from the emptiness and occasional waves of sorrow, I'm completely without emotion. I don't have and cares or worries or fears. I just go through life like a zombie, taking each moment as it comes.
Mick: That sounds terribly depressing. How the hell do you get through the day?
Hank: (shrugging) Marijuana helps.
Mick: Speaking of...
Hank: Way ahead of you, brother.(reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small rectangular wooden box, about wide enough to hold two bic ink pens side by side. He opens the box and pulls out a joint, placing it in his lips. He pulls out a lighter and sparks the joint to life, hitting it and passing it on. While it goes around the room, passing from person to person until it is entirely consumed; the conversation continues.)
Mick:[b] So are you going over to Phil's place tonight?
[b]Hank: Of course I am, it's right next door.
Megan: Who is Phil? One of your friends?
Mick: Nah, Phil's Place is the bar next door.
Megan: Oh. What's going on over there tonight?
Hank: They're serving beer.
Megan: Ah.
Katie: I've been kicked out of there before.
Mick: Really?
Hank: I don't think I've ever heard of anyone getting kicked out of there. How did you manage that?
Katie: I don't know. I guess they don't take well to people throwing bar stools through their window.
Hank: No shit?! That was you?!?
Katie: Yeah. I get real mean when I drink whiskey for some reason.
Hank: Just when you drink whiskey, right? Not when you're drinking hard lemonades...
Katie: Yeah, just whiskey. Don't worry, I won't throw anything through your window.
Katie laughs a little. There is a bit of silence and then Katie finishes her chick drink and stands up.
Katie: I'm going to grab another lemonade, anyone else need one?
Mick: I'll take one.
Megan: Me too.
Katie: Hank? [i](Hank shakes his head)
Hank: No thanks. (pause) The kitchen is straight through the next room.
Katie: Thanks. (turns around and exits the room)
Mick: So... What do you think of Katie?
Hank:[b] She seems nice.
[b]Mick: Yeah... You two seem to be hitting it off pretty well.
Hank: Mick... Tell me you didn't...
Mick: Didn't what? I don't know what you're talking about.
Hank: You know damn well what I'm talking about.
Mick: You said yourself that she seems like a nice girl.
Hank: Dammit, Mick. You know I'm not ready for this shit!
Mick: Well when the hell do you think you'll be ready?
Hank: I don't know, man. It's going to take some time.
Mick: Take some time?! It's been a year, for crying out loud.
Hank: It's fucking hard, man.
Mick: It can't hurt to try.
Hank: Yes it can, Mick. You keep doing this, and it's got to stop. Fuck, man; it isn't fair to me and it's not fair to her.
Mick: Lighten up, dude. Try to live a little. There is a very sweet and attractive girl in your home who seems genuinely interested in you. Come back to the fucking light, Hank. You've been bummed about this Violet chick or longer than you went out with her.
Katie returns from the kitchen with three gay-ass hard lemonade pussy-drinks and hands one to Mick, one to Megan, and keeps the third for herself. She returns to her seat on the couch.
Mick: Thank you, Katie.
Katie: No problem.
Megan's hand, which has been resting on Mick's leg, starts to rub at his inner thigh; inching closer and closer to his crotch.
Mick: I think I left something in my car... Megan, would you mind helping me look for it?
Megan: (smiling sheepishly) Sure.
Mick and Megan stand up and make their way to the door, exiting through the doorway. Katie and Hank, left alone, stare at each other silently and awkwardly for a while.
Hank:[b] Fucking animals, those two...
[b]Katie: Yeah.
(a bit of silence)
Hank: So...
Katie: So...
(a bit more silence)
Hank: Look, I'm sorry Mick dragged you out here leading you to believe that there might be some sort of hook-up.
Katie: You are?
Hank: Yeah. It's just... I'm not in any sort of emotional state for there to be even a remote possibility of seeing someone.
Katie: I see... (cold silence)
Hank: Okay, that came out all wrong. I'm sorry.
Katie: No, no, no. There's nothing to be sorry about. I appreciate the honesty... Brutal though it may be.
Hank: Listen, I don't know how what I just said was interpreted... Let me try and explain... I had a really bad break up a year ago. Mick is always trying this shit. He knows I'm still hung up Violet, and especially this week... I didn't mean that you were undesirable or anything like that... I'm just...
Katie: It's alright, Hank. I don't find you attractive either.
Hank: That's not what I said.
Katie: Then you do find me attractive?
Hank: No. Er... Yes. Dammit, that's not what I'm saying at all.
Katie: Then what the hell are you saying?
(long silence)
Hank: Look. You're a beautiful girl. You seem like a nice person... Well, aside from that whole barstool throwing thing. I've just been really depressed lately and I'm not interested in becoming romantically involved with anyone. It's not you, it really isn't. It's just... I'm...
Katie: Fucked up in the head right now? It's okay. I just wish your friend would have warned me or something.
Hank: Okay, good. I'm glad that's out of the way. Now maybe we can just hang out and have a good time. Want to smoke another joint?
Katie: Sure.
Hank pulls out another joint and flicks a lighter to life. We zoom in on the flame as it lights the joint, zooming in to the point that the flame consumes the entire screen.