Highway Star
Act 2 Scene 2
Fade into a the interior of a hotel room as a cleaning lady finishes her duties in the room, just turning off the vacuum cleaner as we join her. We see through the window that the sun is at it's peak in the sky. The cleaning lady dusts lightly and then exits with her cleaning supplies as the door closes slowly behind her. A moment before the door would be closed entirely, we see a hand jam into the way of the door. We hear a male voice from outside scream "Ow" in pain. The hand pushes the door open and in walk Tim and Phill. Tim holds his hand in pain. Phill closes the door behind them. They both drop their duffel bags on the beds.
Tim:
Ow. That really fucking hurt. (He rubs his hand.)
Phill:
It serves you right.
Tim:
Hey. I got us a cheap room. You want to save money, right?
Phill: Cheap?! You didn't pay anything for it!
Tim:
Right. And it doesn't get cheaper than that. (He looks at his hand.) Fuck. This hand is going to be swollen tomorrow.
Phill:
You realize you're stealing this room, right?
Tim: We, Phill. We are stealing the room. And we're not exactly stealing the room. We're just borrowing it... Without asking.
Phill:
That's the same damn thing. It's not right to go around stealing things all the time.
Tim:
There you go bitching again! About theft this time. How original.
Phill:
I didn't know I was traveling with a thief. Please excuse my moral values. (Tim sits)
Tim:
You're excused. Now quit your bitching already, would you? You're looking at this situation all wrong. If anyone is being ripped off it's the hundreds of customers who pay eighty or more dollars for a nights stay in a single bedded room. All we're doing, really, is striking back for the millions of victims who found them selves prey to the tyrannical ways of the Sunshine Hotel. (Phill sits on side of the bed.)
Phill:
I call the bed.
Tim:
You- What?! How dare you!
Phill:
I'd also like to take this opportunity to lay claim to the pillows and blankets.
Tim:
You ungrateful son of a bitch. Let's not forget who got us this room.
Phill:
Perhaps you should have gotten us one with two beds so you wouldn't have to sleep on the floor again.
Tim:
You're an asshole, Phill.
Phill:
It's reflected in the company I keep.
Tim:
Come on man! What the fuck am I going to do for the rest of the night?! You've gotta give a blanket.
Phill:
I think not.
Tim:
You have three!
Phill:
Which should provide me with plenty of warmth for a comfortable nights stay at the Sunshine Hotel.
Tim:
Do you remember what happened the last time you didn't give me any blankets?
Phill: Oh God no. Take the heavy blanket then, leave me with one. Last time you touched the heat it was unbearable.
Tim:
I was comfortable.
Phill:
Well I wasn't.
Tim:
That's peculiar. One would think that the person with the bed, pillows and blankets would have slept the easiest.
Phill:
Unless some jackass turned the heat up to ninety.
Tim:
It was only eighty-five.
Phill:
That's still a good ten degrees hotter than it needed to be.
Tim:
Stop whining about it already, would you? You always have to bitch and moan about something, don't you?
Phill:
With a friend who finds pleasure in pushing me into speeding traffic, can you blame me?
Tim:
You never stop, do you?! Look, Phill; I'm going to take a shower. (Tim grabs his duffel bag and exits into he bathroom.)
Phill: "Just stop the door from closing after the cleaning lady leaves." He said. Tim has the most ingeniously corrupt mind I've ever encountered. If there is a way to achieve any level of personal gain, no matter how minute, no matter what the consequences, he'll go for it. He'll rob from the poor, as you've well seen, just to gain a few bucks. He'll sneak into a hotel room to escape a bill. And if I hadn't been there, he would have taken the cocaine from the back of that truck. He has no ethics, and no moral values. He's always looking out for number one. Never worrying about the end results of his scams. It's no wonder Vicky and him split up. They were always fighting over his irresponsabilities. And he would always threaten that he was going to hitch hike to California when things weren't going his way. I think Vicky and I were both really surpassed to see that he's actually doing it. (The hotel room door opens, Phill sits up startled and looks to the doorway. Lori, an attractive blonde stands in the doorway, holding a large black duffel bag.. She is startled as well.)
Lori:
Oh! I'm sorry. Do I have the right room? (She looks at the door.) Yeah. This is 420. Maybe you have the wrong room.
Phill:
That's... oh. Yeah. That's quite possible. I'm sorry about that. (He grabs his duffel bag and begins to walk towards the door.)
Lori:
Are you running water in the bathroom?
Phill:
What? (Stops short of exiting.) Oh. That's right. I almost forgot. My friend is taking a shower. So... I guess I'll just wait for him to... finish. (Begins pacing back and forth in from of the doorway as Lori walks into the room, examining it.)
Lori:
You can sit down if you like.
Phill:
Oh... Okay. (Sits on the coffee table, near the door. Lori finishes her inspection of the room and turns to face Phill, form across the bed.)
Lori:
So where are you from?
Phill: Blossumdale.
Lori:
Where?!
Phill:
It's in Ohio. Real small town.
Lori:
Oh. (Silence.)
Phill:
This is all really embarrassing.
Lori:
What? Having the wrong room?
Phill: This whole situation is embarrassing. Where are you from?
Lori:
I'm from Chicago.
Phill:
And you're all the way out here?
Lori:
Yeah. I'm on my way to California.
Phill:
Really. That's odd. My friend and I are on our way to Cali. Are you visiting someone?
Lori:
No. I have reasons for leaving Chicago, but no real reason for my choice of destination. (The water stops. Phill stands up.)
Phill:
It sounds like he's done. So I'd best be on my way.
Lori:
Nonsense. Sit down. He still has to get dressed and all. (We can hear Tim singing some random, well known rock song. He is in the middle of the second verse.) Besides, he still has another verse to go. (The two share a momentary laugh.) Does he always sing so poorly?
Phill: Usually, yeah. He's a real pain in the ass. (The bathroom door swings open. Tim enters from the bathroom, naked. A towel is wrapped around his waste. A joint smokes from his mouth. He is rubbing the water out of his eyes for a while as he speaks.)
Tim:
You know what I'm thinking, Phill? I'm thinking we should just keep sneaking into hotel rooms. It's saving us all kinds of money.
Phill:
Tim-
Tim:
I know what you're going to say. "It's not right to sneak in... (Stops rubbing his eyes and looks at Phill and Lori, continuing his speech hesitantly.) ...to hotel... rooms." Whose she? (Phill introduces Lori.)
Phill:
This is the person who paid for the room.
Tim:
Woh. I didn't calculate this variable into my plan. (Lori bursts into laughter.) Great. Now she's mocking us. (Sets the joint own on the TV.)
Phill:
Can you blame her?
Lori:
Wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straight. You guys snuck into this room so you could stay the night for free?
Phill:
Yeah.
Lori:
And you didn't expect anyone to get the room? (She again bursts into laughter.)
Phill:
Don't look at me. This wasn't my idea.
Tim:
Would you two mind if I put some clothes on?
Lori:
Not at all. (Tim goes back into the bathroom.) Now I know what you were so embarrassed about.
Phill:
Yeah, Tim's a real piece of work.
Lori:
I meant about sneaking into the room.
Phill:
Oh yeah. That too. Look, I'm real sorry about all this.
Lori:
Sorry? Don't be. In all honest this is rather amusing. (Silence.) Actually, I'm looking for a way to save money on this room too. If you two pay me your fare share of the rooms expense, and leave the bed for me and me alone, I'll let you stay.
Phill:
You're kidding, right?
Lori:
No. I'm serious. You seem like good guys for the most part.
Phill:
Well how much was the room?
Lori:
Ninety bucks.
Phill:
Ninety bucks?!
Lori:
Yeah. It's robbery isn't it?
Phill:
So we have to pay you sixty bucks, huh?
Lori: If you want a room tonight, you do. (Tim enters from the bathroom again. This time fully clothed and holding his duffel bag.)
Tim:
I keep telling Phill how morally wrong it is to do thing like this, but he never listens to me.
Phill:
Me!? I never listen to you?! You're the jackass who keeps coming up with these crazy ideas.
Tim:
I'm terribly sorry about this ma'am. You'll have to excuse my friend Phill. He suffers from a chronic dillusional disorder of the mind.
Phill:
Tim-
Tim:
And he's always interrupting me. He's crazy, I tell you. Crazy. Not more than a week ago he shoved me into the middle of a heavily trafficked highway. Now if you don't mind, I'll be taking my sick friend from your room at once. (Lori is laughing.)
Phill:
Tim-
Tim:
Stop interrupting me, Phill. We'll take care of your chronic dillusional disorder.
Phill:
She said we could stay if we paid our share for the room.
Tim:
You see that? He's chronically dillusional.
Lori:
Speaking of chronic, why don't you light that joint on the TV back up?
Tim:
What?
Phill: She said if we paid her two thirds of the rooms cost, she would let us stay here.
Lori:
I also said that you should light up that joint.
Tim:
Then how much do we have to pay her?
Phill:
Sixty dollars.
Tim:
Sixty dollars?! That's robbery!
Lori:
That's a thirty dollar rebate on the room. And it's allot cheaper than a breaking and entering fine for being in here in the first place.
Tim:
Then it's agreed. We're staying.
Phill:
He was kidding about the disorder of the mind though.
Tim:
No I wasn't. He's also a pathological liar. (Lori chuckles.)
Lori:
So are you going to light that joint on the TV back up?
Tim:
You know, Phill. I kind of like her. But unfortunately I still don't know this foxy young things name. (Tim lights the joint and passes it to Lori. As she receives it, she speaks.)
Lori:
It's Lori.
Tim:
Has anyone claimed the bed yet, Lori?
Lori: Yes. I have.
Tim:
What about the blankets?
Lori:
They're mine. (She passes the jay to Phill.)
Tim:
Damn it! Pillows?
Lori: I already got them.
Tim:
Damn it all to hell! I never win! (Phill hits the joint. As he does so, the camera zooms in on the blazing cherry as it glows bright red and consumes the screen. the red lights fades off of the screen to reveal morning within the Interior of room 420 of the Sunshine Hotel. Tim sleeps on the floor, face down. Phill is sipping coffee at the coffee table. Lori is just rolling out of bed as we rejoin them.)
Phill:
Good morning.
Lori:
Morning. (She runs her hand through her hair.)
Phill:
Would you like some coffee?
Lori: As long as it's caffinated.
Phill:
How do you like it? (He turns to the coffee machine and pours a cup.)
Lori:
Long and heavy. (Phill stops what he's doing and turns to face her.)
Phill:
Excuse me?
Lori:
Two sugars. No cream.
Phill:
Right. (Goes back to preparing her coffee, doing as directed. Tim rolls over and mumbles something in his sleep.)
Lori:
How long is your friend going to sleep?
Phill: What time do you have to check out? (hands Lori her coffee.)
Lori:
Noon.
Phill:
Then we'll have to wake him around then.
Lori:
He sleeps that long? Is that normal?
Phill:
For him? Yes. For anyone else, no. Tim is special.
Lori:
I'm going to wake him. (She seems as though she is joking.)
Phill:
Go ahead, if you want to make an enemy. He'll act like an asshole all day.
Lori:
Then you'll be the one who has to put up with him. Not me. (She nudges Tim with her foot.) Wake up, Tom!
Tim:
My name is Tim, and Tim is now going back to sleep. Good night. (Rolls over.) And it's perfectly natural to sleep this long.
Lori:
Come one then, Tim. Wake up. I don't want to hang around here and listen to you mumbling in the background. I find it rather disturbing.
Tim:
Then leave. (Sits up.) Are you done with the bed?
Lori:
Yeah. Sure. It's all yours. (Tim gets up on the bed and crawls under the covers.)
Tim: That mumbling you heard was me complaining about how uncomfortable the floor is, and how fucking cold it is in here.
Phill:
Just go back to sleep, jackass. Everything I more peaceful when you're asleep.
Tim:
Fuck you, Phill. (Rolls over and pulls the covers over is head. Phill returns his attention to Lori.)
Phill:
So you're going to California?
Lori:
Yeah.
Phill:
What part?
Lori:
I'm not sure. Probably San Diego.
Phill:
That's exactly where we were heading.
Lori:
Wow. It's a small world.
Phill:
Yeah it is. We've been hitching rides since Ohio.
Lori:
Really? (Phill nods.) You've been hitching since Ohio?
Phill:
Yeah. And now you have me thinking. Since we're going the same way and all... Maybe we could hitch a ride off of you. (Lori stares blankly at him.)
Lori:
What?
Phill:
We have some money. Tim was pan handling for a while. We'll split the gas money and hotel costs.
Lori:
You want me to drive you and your friend out to California?
Phill:
Uh... Yeah. Basically.
Lori:
You're complete strangers to me.
Phill:
I'm Phill. He's Tim.
Lori:
I just met you guys.
Phill:
You just spent the night in a room with two complete strangers. Did anything happen?
Lori: Well... No. But you did sneak into the room. Essentially you're just thieves.
Phill:
You survived the night didn't you? (By this time they should have finished their drinks.) And we didn't sneak in, persay.
Tim:
Yeah we did.
Phill:
You're not helping matters, Tim. (Back to Lori.) It's not you'd be going out of your way or anything. (Lori stands up.)
Lori:
Come on. We'll discuss this over breakfast. Tim can sleep while we're gone. (Phill stands.)
Phill:
Sounds good to me.
Tim
(From bed.): Sounds great to me.
Phill:
Shut up, Tim.
Lori:
Come one, Phill. You're buying. (They slip on their shoes and make for the door, exiting the scene. Tim tosses and turns in the bed for a while until, finally, he gives up and sits upright in bed, facing the camera.)
Tim:
Damn it! (Rubs his eyes.) I can't fall back asleep. They fucking woke me up and now I'm stuck up. I hate when that shit happens. (Stands up and stretches, yawns and walks into the bathroom. The camera remains in the original room as we hear Tim piss into the toilet, letting out a relieved "Ahhh." As he does so. When he's done, we hear him dig into some ice. He returns to the room with a Blue Ribbon beer. He opens it and drinks from it.)
Tim:
She seems all right to me. She's fine, that's for sure. But she seems to be jiving with Phill. And if he's able to put the moves on her, we'll have a ride to California... She's got all kinds of nice curves, though. I see myself dropping quite a few things for her to pick up in the future. That's assuming, of course, that Phill talks her into driving us out there. She seems cool too. But I didn't really pay all that much attention to her personality. Mostly I just stared at her chest. She smokes bud too. So that's a plus. But the bitch did wake me up. For that, I'm going to smoke this joint in my pocket without them. (He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a joint. He sets his beer down and lights up the joint, we zoom in on the cherry as he tokes a second time, this time it consumes the screen. As it did before, the red fades into a black screen.)
END SCENE
Fade into a the interior of a hotel room as a cleaning lady finishes her duties in the room, just turning off the vacuum cleaner as we join her. We see through the window that the sun is at it's peak in the sky. The cleaning lady dusts lightly and then exits with her cleaning supplies as the door closes slowly behind her. A moment before the door would be closed entirely, we see a hand jam into the way of the door. We hear a male voice from outside scream "Ow" in pain. The hand pushes the door open and in walk Tim and Phill. Tim holds his hand in pain. Phill closes the door behind them. They both drop their duffel bags on the beds.
Tim:
Ow. That really fucking hurt. (He rubs his hand.)
Phill:
It serves you right.
Tim:
Hey. I got us a cheap room. You want to save money, right?
Phill: Cheap?! You didn't pay anything for it!
Tim:
Right. And it doesn't get cheaper than that. (He looks at his hand.) Fuck. This hand is going to be swollen tomorrow.
Phill:
You realize you're stealing this room, right?
Tim: We, Phill. We are stealing the room. And we're not exactly stealing the room. We're just borrowing it... Without asking.
Phill:
That's the same damn thing. It's not right to go around stealing things all the time.
Tim:
There you go bitching again! About theft this time. How original.
Phill:
I didn't know I was traveling with a thief. Please excuse my moral values. (Tim sits)
Tim:
You're excused. Now quit your bitching already, would you? You're looking at this situation all wrong. If anyone is being ripped off it's the hundreds of customers who pay eighty or more dollars for a nights stay in a single bedded room. All we're doing, really, is striking back for the millions of victims who found them selves prey to the tyrannical ways of the Sunshine Hotel. (Phill sits on side of the bed.)
Phill:
I call the bed.
Tim:
You- What?! How dare you!
Phill:
I'd also like to take this opportunity to lay claim to the pillows and blankets.
Tim:
You ungrateful son of a bitch. Let's not forget who got us this room.
Phill:
Perhaps you should have gotten us one with two beds so you wouldn't have to sleep on the floor again.
Tim:
You're an asshole, Phill.
Phill:
It's reflected in the company I keep.
Tim:
Come on man! What the fuck am I going to do for the rest of the night?! You've gotta give a blanket.
Phill:
I think not.
Tim:
You have three!
Phill:
Which should provide me with plenty of warmth for a comfortable nights stay at the Sunshine Hotel.
Tim:
Do you remember what happened the last time you didn't give me any blankets?
Phill: Oh God no. Take the heavy blanket then, leave me with one. Last time you touched the heat it was unbearable.
Tim:
I was comfortable.
Phill:
Well I wasn't.
Tim:
That's peculiar. One would think that the person with the bed, pillows and blankets would have slept the easiest.
Phill:
Unless some jackass turned the heat up to ninety.
Tim:
It was only eighty-five.
Phill:
That's still a good ten degrees hotter than it needed to be.
Tim:
Stop whining about it already, would you? You always have to bitch and moan about something, don't you?
Phill:
With a friend who finds pleasure in pushing me into speeding traffic, can you blame me?
Tim:
You never stop, do you?! Look, Phill; I'm going to take a shower. (Tim grabs his duffel bag and exits into he bathroom.)
Phill: "Just stop the door from closing after the cleaning lady leaves." He said. Tim has the most ingeniously corrupt mind I've ever encountered. If there is a way to achieve any level of personal gain, no matter how minute, no matter what the consequences, he'll go for it. He'll rob from the poor, as you've well seen, just to gain a few bucks. He'll sneak into a hotel room to escape a bill. And if I hadn't been there, he would have taken the cocaine from the back of that truck. He has no ethics, and no moral values. He's always looking out for number one. Never worrying about the end results of his scams. It's no wonder Vicky and him split up. They were always fighting over his irresponsabilities. And he would always threaten that he was going to hitch hike to California when things weren't going his way. I think Vicky and I were both really surpassed to see that he's actually doing it. (The hotel room door opens, Phill sits up startled and looks to the doorway. Lori, an attractive blonde stands in the doorway, holding a large black duffel bag.. She is startled as well.)
Lori:
Oh! I'm sorry. Do I have the right room? (She looks at the door.) Yeah. This is 420. Maybe you have the wrong room.
Phill:
That's... oh. Yeah. That's quite possible. I'm sorry about that. (He grabs his duffel bag and begins to walk towards the door.)
Lori:
Are you running water in the bathroom?
Phill:
What? (Stops short of exiting.) Oh. That's right. I almost forgot. My friend is taking a shower. So... I guess I'll just wait for him to... finish. (Begins pacing back and forth in from of the doorway as Lori walks into the room, examining it.)
Lori:
You can sit down if you like.
Phill:
Oh... Okay. (Sits on the coffee table, near the door. Lori finishes her inspection of the room and turns to face Phill, form across the bed.)
Lori:
So where are you from?
Phill: Blossumdale.
Lori:
Where?!
Phill:
It's in Ohio. Real small town.
Lori:
Oh. (Silence.)
Phill:
This is all really embarrassing.
Lori:
What? Having the wrong room?
Phill: This whole situation is embarrassing. Where are you from?
Lori:
I'm from Chicago.
Phill:
And you're all the way out here?
Lori:
Yeah. I'm on my way to California.
Phill:
Really. That's odd. My friend and I are on our way to Cali. Are you visiting someone?
Lori:
No. I have reasons for leaving Chicago, but no real reason for my choice of destination. (The water stops. Phill stands up.)
Phill:
It sounds like he's done. So I'd best be on my way.
Lori:
Nonsense. Sit down. He still has to get dressed and all. (We can hear Tim singing some random, well known rock song. He is in the middle of the second verse.) Besides, he still has another verse to go. (The two share a momentary laugh.) Does he always sing so poorly?
Phill: Usually, yeah. He's a real pain in the ass. (The bathroom door swings open. Tim enters from the bathroom, naked. A towel is wrapped around his waste. A joint smokes from his mouth. He is rubbing the water out of his eyes for a while as he speaks.)
Tim:
You know what I'm thinking, Phill? I'm thinking we should just keep sneaking into hotel rooms. It's saving us all kinds of money.
Phill:
Tim-
Tim:
I know what you're going to say. "It's not right to sneak in... (Stops rubbing his eyes and looks at Phill and Lori, continuing his speech hesitantly.) ...to hotel... rooms." Whose she? (Phill introduces Lori.)
Phill:
This is the person who paid for the room.
Tim:
Woh. I didn't calculate this variable into my plan. (Lori bursts into laughter.) Great. Now she's mocking us. (Sets the joint own on the TV.)
Phill:
Can you blame her?
Lori:
Wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straight. You guys snuck into this room so you could stay the night for free?
Phill:
Yeah.
Lori:
And you didn't expect anyone to get the room? (She again bursts into laughter.)
Phill:
Don't look at me. This wasn't my idea.
Tim:
Would you two mind if I put some clothes on?
Lori:
Not at all. (Tim goes back into the bathroom.) Now I know what you were so embarrassed about.
Phill:
Yeah, Tim's a real piece of work.
Lori:
I meant about sneaking into the room.
Phill:
Oh yeah. That too. Look, I'm real sorry about all this.
Lori:
Sorry? Don't be. In all honest this is rather amusing. (Silence.) Actually, I'm looking for a way to save money on this room too. If you two pay me your fare share of the rooms expense, and leave the bed for me and me alone, I'll let you stay.
Phill:
You're kidding, right?
Lori:
No. I'm serious. You seem like good guys for the most part.
Phill:
Well how much was the room?
Lori:
Ninety bucks.
Phill:
Ninety bucks?!
Lori:
Yeah. It's robbery isn't it?
Phill:
So we have to pay you sixty bucks, huh?
Lori: If you want a room tonight, you do. (Tim enters from the bathroom again. This time fully clothed and holding his duffel bag.)
Tim:
I keep telling Phill how morally wrong it is to do thing like this, but he never listens to me.
Phill:
Me!? I never listen to you?! You're the jackass who keeps coming up with these crazy ideas.
Tim:
I'm terribly sorry about this ma'am. You'll have to excuse my friend Phill. He suffers from a chronic dillusional disorder of the mind.
Phill:
Tim-
Tim:
And he's always interrupting me. He's crazy, I tell you. Crazy. Not more than a week ago he shoved me into the middle of a heavily trafficked highway. Now if you don't mind, I'll be taking my sick friend from your room at once. (Lori is laughing.)
Phill:
Tim-
Tim:
Stop interrupting me, Phill. We'll take care of your chronic dillusional disorder.
Phill:
She said we could stay if we paid our share for the room.
Tim:
You see that? He's chronically dillusional.
Lori:
Speaking of chronic, why don't you light that joint on the TV back up?
Tim:
What?
Phill: She said if we paid her two thirds of the rooms cost, she would let us stay here.
Lori:
I also said that you should light up that joint.
Tim:
Then how much do we have to pay her?
Phill:
Sixty dollars.
Tim:
Sixty dollars?! That's robbery!
Lori:
That's a thirty dollar rebate on the room. And it's allot cheaper than a breaking and entering fine for being in here in the first place.
Tim:
Then it's agreed. We're staying.
Phill:
He was kidding about the disorder of the mind though.
Tim:
No I wasn't. He's also a pathological liar. (Lori chuckles.)
Lori:
So are you going to light that joint on the TV back up?
Tim:
You know, Phill. I kind of like her. But unfortunately I still don't know this foxy young things name. (Tim lights the joint and passes it to Lori. As she receives it, she speaks.)
Lori:
It's Lori.
Tim:
Has anyone claimed the bed yet, Lori?
Lori: Yes. I have.
Tim:
What about the blankets?
Lori:
They're mine. (She passes the jay to Phill.)
Tim:
Damn it! Pillows?
Lori: I already got them.
Tim:
Damn it all to hell! I never win! (Phill hits the joint. As he does so, the camera zooms in on the blazing cherry as it glows bright red and consumes the screen. the red lights fades off of the screen to reveal morning within the Interior of room 420 of the Sunshine Hotel. Tim sleeps on the floor, face down. Phill is sipping coffee at the coffee table. Lori is just rolling out of bed as we rejoin them.)
Phill:
Good morning.
Lori:
Morning. (She runs her hand through her hair.)
Phill:
Would you like some coffee?
Lori: As long as it's caffinated.
Phill:
How do you like it? (He turns to the coffee machine and pours a cup.)
Lori:
Long and heavy. (Phill stops what he's doing and turns to face her.)
Phill:
Excuse me?
Lori:
Two sugars. No cream.
Phill:
Right. (Goes back to preparing her coffee, doing as directed. Tim rolls over and mumbles something in his sleep.)
Lori:
How long is your friend going to sleep?
Phill: What time do you have to check out? (hands Lori her coffee.)
Lori:
Noon.
Phill:
Then we'll have to wake him around then.
Lori:
He sleeps that long? Is that normal?
Phill:
For him? Yes. For anyone else, no. Tim is special.
Lori:
I'm going to wake him. (She seems as though she is joking.)
Phill:
Go ahead, if you want to make an enemy. He'll act like an asshole all day.
Lori:
Then you'll be the one who has to put up with him. Not me. (She nudges Tim with her foot.) Wake up, Tom!
Tim:
My name is Tim, and Tim is now going back to sleep. Good night. (Rolls over.) And it's perfectly natural to sleep this long.
Lori:
Come one then, Tim. Wake up. I don't want to hang around here and listen to you mumbling in the background. I find it rather disturbing.
Tim:
Then leave. (Sits up.) Are you done with the bed?
Lori:
Yeah. Sure. It's all yours. (Tim gets up on the bed and crawls under the covers.)
Tim: That mumbling you heard was me complaining about how uncomfortable the floor is, and how fucking cold it is in here.
Phill:
Just go back to sleep, jackass. Everything I more peaceful when you're asleep.
Tim:
Fuck you, Phill. (Rolls over and pulls the covers over is head. Phill returns his attention to Lori.)
Phill:
So you're going to California?
Lori:
Yeah.
Phill:
What part?
Lori:
I'm not sure. Probably San Diego.
Phill:
That's exactly where we were heading.
Lori:
Wow. It's a small world.
Phill:
Yeah it is. We've been hitching rides since Ohio.
Lori:
Really? (Phill nods.) You've been hitching since Ohio?
Phill:
Yeah. And now you have me thinking. Since we're going the same way and all... Maybe we could hitch a ride off of you. (Lori stares blankly at him.)
Lori:
What?
Phill:
We have some money. Tim was pan handling for a while. We'll split the gas money and hotel costs.
Lori:
You want me to drive you and your friend out to California?
Phill:
Uh... Yeah. Basically.
Lori:
You're complete strangers to me.
Phill:
I'm Phill. He's Tim.
Lori:
I just met you guys.
Phill:
You just spent the night in a room with two complete strangers. Did anything happen?
Lori: Well... No. But you did sneak into the room. Essentially you're just thieves.
Phill:
You survived the night didn't you? (By this time they should have finished their drinks.) And we didn't sneak in, persay.
Tim:
Yeah we did.
Phill:
You're not helping matters, Tim. (Back to Lori.) It's not you'd be going out of your way or anything. (Lori stands up.)
Lori:
Come on. We'll discuss this over breakfast. Tim can sleep while we're gone. (Phill stands.)
Phill:
Sounds good to me.
Tim
(From bed.): Sounds great to me.
Phill:
Shut up, Tim.
Lori:
Come one, Phill. You're buying. (They slip on their shoes and make for the door, exiting the scene. Tim tosses and turns in the bed for a while until, finally, he gives up and sits upright in bed, facing the camera.)
Tim:
Damn it! (Rubs his eyes.) I can't fall back asleep. They fucking woke me up and now I'm stuck up. I hate when that shit happens. (Stands up and stretches, yawns and walks into the bathroom. The camera remains in the original room as we hear Tim piss into the toilet, letting out a relieved "Ahhh." As he does so. When he's done, we hear him dig into some ice. He returns to the room with a Blue Ribbon beer. He opens it and drinks from it.)
Tim:
She seems all right to me. She's fine, that's for sure. But she seems to be jiving with Phill. And if he's able to put the moves on her, we'll have a ride to California... She's got all kinds of nice curves, though. I see myself dropping quite a few things for her to pick up in the future. That's assuming, of course, that Phill talks her into driving us out there. She seems cool too. But I didn't really pay all that much attention to her personality. Mostly I just stared at her chest. She smokes bud too. So that's a plus. But the bitch did wake me up. For that, I'm going to smoke this joint in my pocket without them. (He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a joint. He sets his beer down and lights up the joint, we zoom in on the cherry as he tokes a second time, this time it consumes the screen. As it did before, the red fades into a black screen.)
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