Location: Nowhere
Act 1 scene 1
(Black screen. credits begin to roll as we fade into a shot of the planet Earth. Audibly we hear someone flipping through the stations of a radio, as this sound begins the screen begins to zoom in on a section of the earth, the continent of North America. People can be heard talking.)
Gary: Just put in a tape, man.
(The static-filled airwaves are immediately transformed into Silence and the dull hiss of a tape. Music begins. The screen continues to zoom in on the continent, concentrating on the north-eastern region of America. The screen zooms in to a random small town in Ohio, Blossumdale. We zoom into an overhead shot of an employee parking lot at the back of a local pizza parlor/family restaurant. There are two parking lots, one paved, the other consisting of loose gravel, obviously reserved for the employees. At the far edge of this second parking lot is a thick growth of woodland. About fifteen yards from the wood a car sits. Two men lay atop it on the roof. They lay face up in opposing directions. Gary is your average Joe. He wears a red T-shirt, and blue jeans. He smokes a cigarette. Beside him is Squige. A social non-conformist with some insanely spiked hair.)
Gary: Shit... I think that shit you gave me is fucking with my head, man. (Squige smiles broadly but says nothing.) In the entire span of the universe... we are nothing, my friend... nothing. Nothing we will ever do can truly be of any importance in this world or the cosmos! Why are we even here!?
(He practically screams this at the sky. Squige looks over at him.)
Squige: Yeah, Gary. That's the same thing I'm wondering. Why are we here?
Gary: I know. You would think that if God went to all this trouble... To create a vast universe with endless possible solar systems and civilizations... You would think that He would have had a purpose in mind. Some sort of-
Squige: No-no. I mean why are we here. In the parking lot.
Gary: We're picking up Lisa from work, man. I told you that.
Squige: No way. I remember what you said. You asked me if I wanted to go for a ride. I was thinking like a country cruise or some shit. But picking her up from work now? What time does she even get off?
Gary: About nine, ten o'clock.
Squige: What time is it now?
(Gary looks at his watch)
Gary: Six.
Squige: It's only six o'clock?! (Sits up)
Gary: Unless my watch stopped. (Looks at his watch.) Nope. the second hand is still moving.
Squige: We showed up four hours early?!
Gary: Approximately. She told me to be early.
Squige: Yeah, but four hours? Damn dude. (They sit in silence for a moment. Squige slides to a standing position beside the car. Gary sits up.)
Gary: Damn Squige. What kind of shit did you give me?
Squige: Some crazy shit my cousin UPS'ed me from Indiana University. He made it in the science lab with some of his buddies. Good, huh?
Gary: Yeah, man. (silence)
Squige: What time is it now? (Gary looks at his watch.)
Gary: Six o'two.
Squige: Damn, dude. Why the fuck did we leave so early? (Squige paces around the car.)
Gary: My God. I am tripping my balls off here.
(Camera shows the world from Garys view, atop the roof. He is sitting up, his legs hanging over the driver side door. He stares out at the gravel lot around him, which rolls in at him as though it were water waving, in a parking lot which has become an ocean, to the beat of the insane drums blasting from his speakers, as though the tide were coming in. Squige discontinues his walk at the passenger side of the car, he stops, and puts his back against it, sliding to the ground in a sitting position. Gary, still atop the roof speaks to himself as he looks out at the ocean of gravel around him. Five other cars were in the lot, far closer to the building than Gary and Squige.)
Gary: I can't get off the car. (He laughs insanely for a bit after saying that. Then he turns suddenly very seriously.) Oh my God. I can't get off the car. (He turns to speak to Squige) Hey Squige... (But he can see no one.) Oh fuck. Squige! Squige!! (He is screaming in desperation) Where the fuck are you?! (from his previous sitting position, Squige stands up.)
Squige: What, man? What the fuck do you want?
Gary: Oh, thank God you're all right. I thought you had drowned. (Squige stares at him blankly)
Squige: What?
Gary: Oh. Nothing. Never mind. (He turns around to face the building again.)
Squige: Look at you Gary, you're cracking up. You need to pull yourself together. (There is a shared silence) What time is now, anyway?
Gary: How should I know?
Squige: You're wearing a fucking watch.
Gary: Well what's it to you? (Squige laughs.) Don't start laughing, Squige. I'm fucking tripping as it is.
(Squige runs up in front if him, stops quickly in an ankle deep cloud of dust. He places his hands about three inches to either side of Gary's face, moving his hands and arms around oddly. Squige makes an odd sound with his voice, like some ghost crying in the night. Next, he jumps around like an ape and starts shoulder ramming the car. Gary looks a bit frightened but begins to laugh uncontrollably.)
Gary: Man, what are you doing?
(Camera to front of car, Gary still sitting atop the roof as Squige howls like an ape and throws his hands wildly in the air. Suddenly he drops to a crouched position and begins to run, ducked, to the front of the hood, faking like he's goin to the other side, but stopping. Gary, atop, moved to a lying position atop the roof, belly down. His head looks over the edge, hands supporting him, but Squige is not there, naturally, as he is on the other side of the car where he was earlier. Squige stands there as though nothing has happened.)
Squige: Gar! (Gary rolls around to see Squige and begins to fall down the back window, desperately attempting to regain balance but to no avail.)
Gary: Shit- (He falls from the trunk to the ground, though we cannot see his fall from the trunk at this angle, we can hear it well enough.)
Squige: What the fuck, man? (runs over to see Gary, camera naturally taking a new position. Gary Is lying on the ground face up.) You all right? (helps Gary up) What the fuck was that about? You proving your acrobatic prowess?
Gary: Where the fuck did you go? (He clutches side as though badly hurt and walks slowly to the car.)
Squige: I was standing right in front of you until you started running around acting like a monkey and jumping off the hood of the car.
Gary: Damn, dude. I'm all fucked up.
Squige: Yeah. (Gary goes to sit up on the hood.) Be careful up there, man. Remember what happened the last time?. (Gary nods. Squige stands before his friend who sits on the hood of the car.) I am going to take a piss in the woods over there, (He gestures to the woodland in the distance.) Try to stay on the car.
Gary: All right, man. See you when you get back.
Squige: That does seem likely. (Squige turns and walks away towards the woods in the background, eventually exiting into the wood. Gary sits in awe for a moment, he then stands up and walks, hunched down, to the roof of the car, sitting with his legs dangling over the side. He pulls out a cigarette and lights it up. He takes a long hit and lets it out)
Gary: Shit... (He lays down and chills out smoking a cigarette. After a few puffs we see him roll backwards off the car, landing on his feet. He dives halfway through the window of his car and switches tapes, and turns the music up quite loudly. He then gets back on his feet, steps up onto the front bumper to the hood, and casually walks up to the roof of his car and stands there a moment banging his head to the music. Eventually he sits back down atop his car, then resumes his previous position, back against hood, face to the sky. He watches clouds which pulsate and out of focus to the music playing. Zoning out for some time.)
Steve: Gary!! (Gary sits up immediately. Standing before him is Steve, a brawny kid who wears a white uniform shirt, with black dress pants. His hair is slicked back and he has a weasel like aura about him)
Gary: Steve!
Steve: Yeah. (He nods and stands there for a while, as the music blasts from the stereo. Gary begins to lay back down.) Hey! (Gary sits back up) Can I bum a cigarette?
Gary: Yeah. (He reached into his shirt pocket and pulls out a pack of smokes. He opens the pack and hands a cigarette to Steve, who places is in his mouth.)
Steve: Oh yeah... Uncle Ted says you gotta turn the music down. (Gary nods reluctantly the tumbles backwards from the car and dives through the open window to turn the volume down.) Holy shit, man. What are you, a fuckin' duke of Hazaard? Hey while you're in there, grab me a lighter. (Gary gets out of the driver side door, nearly hitting Steve with the door. He tosses Steve a lighter from his pocket.) Thanks. (Steve lights his cigarette and tosses the lighter back to Gary.)
Gary: Yeah. (The two stand leaning up on the car, Gary on the door, Steven at the hood.) So what are you doing here?
Steve: I work here, remember? Where's your side kick?
Gary: Who, Squige?
Steve: Yeah.
Gary: He's taking a leak in the woods.
Steve: Oh yeah? (Gary nods, there is more silence.)
Gary: Is Lisa almost ready?
Steve: For what? She don't get off till nine, like every body else. Her break isn't for another hour or so either.
Gary: Oh.
Steve: What the hell are you doing here so early, anyway?
Gary: She told me to be early.
Steve: I went on break at a quarter after six. How long have you been here?
Gary: Not long. Hey, how long do you get for your break.
Steve:[b] Twenty minutes, why?
[b]Gary: (Looks at his watch) Cause you got five minutes to get back there.
Steve: Shit. (Takes one long, final drag from his cigarette and throws it.) I gotta get going. (Begins to walk away.)
Gary: All right, man. see ya. (Steve stops and talks, walking backwards for a while as they converse.)
Steve: So are you partying with Lisa tonight?
Gary: I don't know, why?
Steve: She didn't tell you? Uncle Ted got a huge discount on pony kegs this month, and he let his employees buy some. I'm getting two. Lisa said she was getting two. They're like forty percent off for him, twenty-five percent for us- But still...
Gary: No shit. All right, man. See ya.
Steve: Yeah. (Turns and walks then turns around again.) Get a hold of me and let me know where the party is going down.
Gary: All right, Steve. See ya.
Steve: See ya. (Turns around and walks to the restaurant. When Steve goes into the back door, Gary breathes a sigh of relief, talking as he gets up on the roof and sits down, legs over the side.)
Gary: What a fucking asshole. (Pulls out a new cigarette and lights it.) He gets on my nerves so fucking bad. I can't stand him, man. He's a fucking racist and a bigot. (Squige walks back from the woods, smoking something almost gone. though it does not appear to be a cigarette. When he reaches the car he sits down on the ground at the back end of the car, unnoticed by Gary, who continues to speak.) It ain't even time for him to be back. I was just getting rid of him. He gets on my nerves so fucking bad.
Squige: Who? (Gary looks over at him)
Gary: Steve.
Squige: Fucking Steve?
Gary: Yeah. (Squige nods)
Squige: He's a dick. (Gary looks at what Squige is smoking.)
Gary: What the hell are you smoking, Squige?
Squige: Why? (Gary looks away nervously.) What's the problem, Gar?
Gary: What are you doing smoking a jay in the middle of the fucking parking lot for? (Squige looks around, then back to Gary.)
Squige: Whose going to see it?
Gary: What if someone comes out?
Squige: Then I put it out and you give me a cigarette. (Gary looks uneasy with the idea of it.) What the fuck, man? Is there a fucking swat team lurking around out here that I don't know about?(Squige drags from the doob again.) You want a hit? (Gary snags it, hits it and hands it back, coughing with heavy smoke curling from his mouth.) Damn, dude. (He laughs.) Hey, I'm going to turn the music up.
Gary: All right. (Squige gets in the car, cranks up the tunes. He gets back out of the car and sits on the ground, facing the same direction as Gary, the restaurant. His back is on the front wheel of the car. He passes the joint to Gary who again hits it and hands it back, this time no cough.)
Squige: What time is it, Gary? (Gary looks at his watch)
Gary: Six twenty.
Squige: No shit? (Silence for a while, Squige gets up) What the fuck man?!
Gary: What?
Squige: What the fuck are we here so early for?
Gary: She told me to be early.
Squige: Yeah, but four hours?
Gary: Look, there's something about some pony kegs involved. (Squige looks back at him, interested.)
Squige: Oh yeah? Beer?
Gary: Yeah. Steve was telling me about the deal his uncle got on the kegs. I guess Ted is selling them real cheap to his employees.
Squige: Damn, dude, what I wouldn't do for a beer right now.
Gary: Yeah, me too. (They sit in silence for a while. Squige stands up.)
Squige: Look Gary. It's not that I mind coming with you to pick up your girl or anything... But we're fucking four hours early. (Gary looks back blankly at Squige.) I'm going up to Mikey's, he lives right up the street. He's probably got a six pack in the freezer or some shit. (Gary remains expressionless.) See you later.
Gary: What ever, man. (Squige leaves walking to a side street on the far edge of the parking lots.)[i] Asshole. He ain't getting any of my beer. Ditches me and shit. [i](He pulls a cigarette and lights it up.) I don't even know why I brought him in the first place. (He lays down and smokes his cigarette, staring again at the sky, music still blasting from the stereo. From the restaurants rear entrance comes Ted. He is a middle aged man with black hair and a thin black mustache. He reaches the car and stands, unnoticed, by Gary. He has to shout over the music.)
Ted: Hey! (Gary jolts up, startled.) Did Steve talk to you? (Gary nods) Did he ask you to turn down you're music? (Gary nods.) Then why are my customers complaining about hearing it again?
(Gary stares blankly back at him.)
Ted: Turn it down. (Gary gets down, hops in the car and turns down the music.)
Gary: There. I turned it down.
Ted: Thank you. Keep it down. (Gary stares blankly back at him.) You see, unlike most business practitioners, I don't mind you guys hanging around on my property. But when it interrupts my customers meals... I begin to have a problem with it. Technically what you're doing is loitering, and I could get officer Truman to remove you if I so chose... Do not test me.
Gary: Are you done?
Ted: Quite.
Gary: Jesus, Ted, it's not like I'm selling crack out here.
Ted: But you are disturbing the peace. Now get some control over yourself.
Gary: All right, Ted, See ya later. (Ted glares at him and then walks back to the restaurant, cursing to himself as he goes.) Shit. (He lays back down as we fade out.)
(Black screen. credits begin to roll as we fade into a shot of the planet Earth. Audibly we hear someone flipping through the stations of a radio, as this sound begins the screen begins to zoom in on a section of the earth, the continent of North America. People can be heard talking.)
Gary: Just put in a tape, man.
(The static-filled airwaves are immediately transformed into Silence and the dull hiss of a tape. Music begins. The screen continues to zoom in on the continent, concentrating on the north-eastern region of America. The screen zooms in to a random small town in Ohio, Blossumdale. We zoom into an overhead shot of an employee parking lot at the back of a local pizza parlor/family restaurant. There are two parking lots, one paved, the other consisting of loose gravel, obviously reserved for the employees. At the far edge of this second parking lot is a thick growth of woodland. About fifteen yards from the wood a car sits. Two men lay atop it on the roof. They lay face up in opposing directions. Gary is your average Joe. He wears a red T-shirt, and blue jeans. He smokes a cigarette. Beside him is Squige. A social non-conformist with some insanely spiked hair.)
Gary: Shit... I think that shit you gave me is fucking with my head, man. (Squige smiles broadly but says nothing.) In the entire span of the universe... we are nothing, my friend... nothing. Nothing we will ever do can truly be of any importance in this world or the cosmos! Why are we even here!?
(He practically screams this at the sky. Squige looks over at him.)
Squige: Yeah, Gary. That's the same thing I'm wondering. Why are we here?
Gary: I know. You would think that if God went to all this trouble... To create a vast universe with endless possible solar systems and civilizations... You would think that He would have had a purpose in mind. Some sort of-
Squige: No-no. I mean why are we here. In the parking lot.
Gary: We're picking up Lisa from work, man. I told you that.
Squige: No way. I remember what you said. You asked me if I wanted to go for a ride. I was thinking like a country cruise or some shit. But picking her up from work now? What time does she even get off?
Gary: About nine, ten o'clock.
Squige: What time is it now?
(Gary looks at his watch)
Gary: Six.
Squige: It's only six o'clock?! (Sits up)
Gary: Unless my watch stopped. (Looks at his watch.) Nope. the second hand is still moving.
Squige: We showed up four hours early?!
Gary: Approximately. She told me to be early.
Squige: Yeah, but four hours? Damn dude. (They sit in silence for a moment. Squige slides to a standing position beside the car. Gary sits up.)
Gary: Damn Squige. What kind of shit did you give me?
Squige: Some crazy shit my cousin UPS'ed me from Indiana University. He made it in the science lab with some of his buddies. Good, huh?
Gary: Yeah, man. (silence)
Squige: What time is it now? (Gary looks at his watch.)
Gary: Six o'two.
Squige: Damn, dude. Why the fuck did we leave so early? (Squige paces around the car.)
Gary: My God. I am tripping my balls off here.
(Camera shows the world from Garys view, atop the roof. He is sitting up, his legs hanging over the driver side door. He stares out at the gravel lot around him, which rolls in at him as though it were water waving, in a parking lot which has become an ocean, to the beat of the insane drums blasting from his speakers, as though the tide were coming in. Squige discontinues his walk at the passenger side of the car, he stops, and puts his back against it, sliding to the ground in a sitting position. Gary, still atop the roof speaks to himself as he looks out at the ocean of gravel around him. Five other cars were in the lot, far closer to the building than Gary and Squige.)
Gary: I can't get off the car. (He laughs insanely for a bit after saying that. Then he turns suddenly very seriously.) Oh my God. I can't get off the car. (He turns to speak to Squige) Hey Squige... (But he can see no one.) Oh fuck. Squige! Squige!! (He is screaming in desperation) Where the fuck are you?! (from his previous sitting position, Squige stands up.)
Squige: What, man? What the fuck do you want?
Gary: Oh, thank God you're all right. I thought you had drowned. (Squige stares at him blankly)
Squige: What?
Gary: Oh. Nothing. Never mind. (He turns around to face the building again.)
Squige: Look at you Gary, you're cracking up. You need to pull yourself together. (There is a shared silence) What time is now, anyway?
Gary: How should I know?
Squige: You're wearing a fucking watch.
Gary: Well what's it to you? (Squige laughs.) Don't start laughing, Squige. I'm fucking tripping as it is.
(Squige runs up in front if him, stops quickly in an ankle deep cloud of dust. He places his hands about three inches to either side of Gary's face, moving his hands and arms around oddly. Squige makes an odd sound with his voice, like some ghost crying in the night. Next, he jumps around like an ape and starts shoulder ramming the car. Gary looks a bit frightened but begins to laugh uncontrollably.)
Gary: Man, what are you doing?
(Camera to front of car, Gary still sitting atop the roof as Squige howls like an ape and throws his hands wildly in the air. Suddenly he drops to a crouched position and begins to run, ducked, to the front of the hood, faking like he's goin to the other side, but stopping. Gary, atop, moved to a lying position atop the roof, belly down. His head looks over the edge, hands supporting him, but Squige is not there, naturally, as he is on the other side of the car where he was earlier. Squige stands there as though nothing has happened.)
Squige: Gar! (Gary rolls around to see Squige and begins to fall down the back window, desperately attempting to regain balance but to no avail.)
Gary: Shit- (He falls from the trunk to the ground, though we cannot see his fall from the trunk at this angle, we can hear it well enough.)
Squige: What the fuck, man? (runs over to see Gary, camera naturally taking a new position. Gary Is lying on the ground face up.) You all right? (helps Gary up) What the fuck was that about? You proving your acrobatic prowess?
Gary: Where the fuck did you go? (He clutches side as though badly hurt and walks slowly to the car.)
Squige: I was standing right in front of you until you started running around acting like a monkey and jumping off the hood of the car.
Gary: Damn, dude. I'm all fucked up.
Squige: Yeah. (Gary goes to sit up on the hood.) Be careful up there, man. Remember what happened the last time?. (Gary nods. Squige stands before his friend who sits on the hood of the car.) I am going to take a piss in the woods over there, (He gestures to the woodland in the distance.) Try to stay on the car.
Gary: All right, man. See you when you get back.
Squige: That does seem likely. (Squige turns and walks away towards the woods in the background, eventually exiting into the wood. Gary sits in awe for a moment, he then stands up and walks, hunched down, to the roof of the car, sitting with his legs dangling over the side. He pulls out a cigarette and lights it up. He takes a long hit and lets it out)
Gary: Shit... (He lays down and chills out smoking a cigarette. After a few puffs we see him roll backwards off the car, landing on his feet. He dives halfway through the window of his car and switches tapes, and turns the music up quite loudly. He then gets back on his feet, steps up onto the front bumper to the hood, and casually walks up to the roof of his car and stands there a moment banging his head to the music. Eventually he sits back down atop his car, then resumes his previous position, back against hood, face to the sky. He watches clouds which pulsate and out of focus to the music playing. Zoning out for some time.)
Steve: Gary!! (Gary sits up immediately. Standing before him is Steve, a brawny kid who wears a white uniform shirt, with black dress pants. His hair is slicked back and he has a weasel like aura about him)
Gary: Steve!
Steve: Yeah. (He nods and stands there for a while, as the music blasts from the stereo. Gary begins to lay back down.) Hey! (Gary sits back up) Can I bum a cigarette?
Gary: Yeah. (He reached into his shirt pocket and pulls out a pack of smokes. He opens the pack and hands a cigarette to Steve, who places is in his mouth.)
Steve: Oh yeah... Uncle Ted says you gotta turn the music down. (Gary nods reluctantly the tumbles backwards from the car and dives through the open window to turn the volume down.) Holy shit, man. What are you, a fuckin' duke of Hazaard? Hey while you're in there, grab me a lighter. (Gary gets out of the driver side door, nearly hitting Steve with the door. He tosses Steve a lighter from his pocket.) Thanks. (Steve lights his cigarette and tosses the lighter back to Gary.)
Gary: Yeah. (The two stand leaning up on the car, Gary on the door, Steven at the hood.) So what are you doing here?
Steve: I work here, remember? Where's your side kick?
Gary: Who, Squige?
Steve: Yeah.
Gary: He's taking a leak in the woods.
Steve: Oh yeah? (Gary nods, there is more silence.)
Gary: Is Lisa almost ready?
Steve: For what? She don't get off till nine, like every body else. Her break isn't for another hour or so either.
Gary: Oh.
Steve: What the hell are you doing here so early, anyway?
Gary: She told me to be early.
Steve: I went on break at a quarter after six. How long have you been here?
Gary: Not long. Hey, how long do you get for your break.
Steve:[b] Twenty minutes, why?
[b]Gary: (Looks at his watch) Cause you got five minutes to get back there.
Steve: Shit. (Takes one long, final drag from his cigarette and throws it.) I gotta get going. (Begins to walk away.)
Gary: All right, man. see ya. (Steve stops and talks, walking backwards for a while as they converse.)
Steve: So are you partying with Lisa tonight?
Gary: I don't know, why?
Steve: She didn't tell you? Uncle Ted got a huge discount on pony kegs this month, and he let his employees buy some. I'm getting two. Lisa said she was getting two. They're like forty percent off for him, twenty-five percent for us- But still...
Gary: No shit. All right, man. See ya.
Steve: Yeah. (Turns and walks then turns around again.) Get a hold of me and let me know where the party is going down.
Gary: All right, Steve. See ya.
Steve: See ya. (Turns around and walks to the restaurant. When Steve goes into the back door, Gary breathes a sigh of relief, talking as he gets up on the roof and sits down, legs over the side.)
Gary: What a fucking asshole. (Pulls out a new cigarette and lights it.) He gets on my nerves so fucking bad. I can't stand him, man. He's a fucking racist and a bigot. (Squige walks back from the woods, smoking something almost gone. though it does not appear to be a cigarette. When he reaches the car he sits down on the ground at the back end of the car, unnoticed by Gary, who continues to speak.) It ain't even time for him to be back. I was just getting rid of him. He gets on my nerves so fucking bad.
Squige: Who? (Gary looks over at him)
Gary: Steve.
Squige: Fucking Steve?
Gary: Yeah. (Squige nods)
Squige: He's a dick. (Gary looks at what Squige is smoking.)
Gary: What the hell are you smoking, Squige?
Squige: Why? (Gary looks away nervously.) What's the problem, Gar?
Gary: What are you doing smoking a jay in the middle of the fucking parking lot for? (Squige looks around, then back to Gary.)
Squige: Whose going to see it?
Gary: What if someone comes out?
Squige: Then I put it out and you give me a cigarette. (Gary looks uneasy with the idea of it.) What the fuck, man? Is there a fucking swat team lurking around out here that I don't know about?(Squige drags from the doob again.) You want a hit? (Gary snags it, hits it and hands it back, coughing with heavy smoke curling from his mouth.) Damn, dude. (He laughs.) Hey, I'm going to turn the music up.
Gary: All right. (Squige gets in the car, cranks up the tunes. He gets back out of the car and sits on the ground, facing the same direction as Gary, the restaurant. His back is on the front wheel of the car. He passes the joint to Gary who again hits it and hands it back, this time no cough.)
Squige: What time is it, Gary? (Gary looks at his watch)
Gary: Six twenty.
Squige: No shit? (Silence for a while, Squige gets up) What the fuck man?!
Gary: What?
Squige: What the fuck are we here so early for?
Gary: She told me to be early.
Squige: Yeah, but four hours?
Gary: Look, there's something about some pony kegs involved. (Squige looks back at him, interested.)
Squige: Oh yeah? Beer?
Gary: Yeah. Steve was telling me about the deal his uncle got on the kegs. I guess Ted is selling them real cheap to his employees.
Squige: Damn, dude, what I wouldn't do for a beer right now.
Gary: Yeah, me too. (They sit in silence for a while. Squige stands up.)
Squige: Look Gary. It's not that I mind coming with you to pick up your girl or anything... But we're fucking four hours early. (Gary looks back blankly at Squige.) I'm going up to Mikey's, he lives right up the street. He's probably got a six pack in the freezer or some shit. (Gary remains expressionless.) See you later.
Gary: What ever, man. (Squige leaves walking to a side street on the far edge of the parking lots.)[i] Asshole. He ain't getting any of my beer. Ditches me and shit. [i](He pulls a cigarette and lights it up.) I don't even know why I brought him in the first place. (He lays down and smokes his cigarette, staring again at the sky, music still blasting from the stereo. From the restaurants rear entrance comes Ted. He is a middle aged man with black hair and a thin black mustache. He reaches the car and stands, unnoticed, by Gary. He has to shout over the music.)
Ted: Hey! (Gary jolts up, startled.) Did Steve talk to you? (Gary nods) Did he ask you to turn down you're music? (Gary nods.) Then why are my customers complaining about hearing it again?
(Gary stares blankly back at him.)
Ted: Turn it down. (Gary gets down, hops in the car and turns down the music.)
Gary: There. I turned it down.
Ted: Thank you. Keep it down. (Gary stares blankly back at him.) You see, unlike most business practitioners, I don't mind you guys hanging around on my property. But when it interrupts my customers meals... I begin to have a problem with it. Technically what you're doing is loitering, and I could get officer Truman to remove you if I so chose... Do not test me.
Gary: Are you done?
Ted: Quite.
Gary: Jesus, Ted, it's not like I'm selling crack out here.
Ted: But you are disturbing the peace. Now get some control over yourself.
Gary: All right, Ted, See ya later. (Ted glares at him and then walks back to the restaurant, cursing to himself as he goes.) Shit. (He lays back down as we fade out.)