Location: Nowhere
Act 3 Scene 3
Fade into a circling shot of the group, shadows lounging around the cars. No music plays. The group just stares at the horizon as a sliver of light plays across its surface. Gary sits perched atop his car roof, Lisa leaning her back against it beside him. Squige sits on the ground, back against Garys front tire. Tommy and Vicky sit on the back end of one of the cars, Frank stands beside Heather, on the side of a car. Mikey stands in front of the car. All face the same direction, the camera ending at a behind view of the group, facing the beginning sunrise. We hear, but do not see Squige talk from the front tire.
Squige: Hey man! (Squige rises and faces the group.) The fucking sun is rising. (No one responds.) Do you realize that most people don't see the sun rise? They're all too involved in their daily lives and schedules. They're so caught up in things that they fail to notice the things life was intended for. Like sunrises, and sunsets. And boobs.
(Mikey raises his cup in salute.)
Mikey: Here, here.
Lisa: They realy don't know what they're missing.
Gary: I feel small when I see the sun rise. Like ants witnessing a colossal unity. It makes me wonder why we're even here, you know? Not to repeat myself... But why are we hear? What is our purpose?
Squige: To live life to the max, baby. To get so trashed that when you go, you don't care. Cause you've done everything.
Heather: I think our purpose is just to live.
Mikey: Just to live?! What kind of fucking purpose is that?!
Heather: We're just here to live, that's all.
Mikey: You're not making any sense! What you are saying does not make sense.
Heather: But-
Mikey: It is senseless. You're not talking right.
Heather: Maybe there isn't such a grand purpose! Maybe it's all chance and meaningless! Maybe none of it matters. (Frank shrugs.)
Frank: Maybe all of it does.
Gary: I picture us as Gods entertainment.
Tommy: Oh come on! We're more than just entertainment.
Gary: Think about it, Tommy. Don't just declare is blasphemy. Hear me out. Let's put yourself in Gods place. You've got all this power, right? You have so much power that with a thought you can create anything you want. And just as easily destroy it. The only problem is that you're alone. You've got nothing better to do, you're bored out of your mind. You need entertainment. So you create this whole universe of beings. Planets covered with beings that war upon one another. These crazy little fuckers kill, burn, destroy and create, create and destroy. Endlessly doing something. An almost constant source of amusement. Then they turn around and do stupid shit like worshipping goats. You made these things from clay, and these little fucks are going to deny your importance in their world! Are they that fucking stupid?! Do they not realize that you can destroy them with a thought?! (Shrugs.) But you decide to let them live, because they're still kind of funny.
Tommy: You're suggesting we're a circus?
Gary: Essentially, yes. (Lights a cigarette.)
Tommy: That was the stupidest thing I have ever heard in my entire life.
Lisa: So much for the brief moment of seriousness.
Tommy: No. I mean it. That was just dumb. I've heard some dumb things hanging around this group, but that was among the worst.
Gary: Well that's your ignorant as fuck opinion!
Tommy: Fuck you! I'll kick your ass!
Gary: In a little bit, mother fucker!
Tommy: Yeah?! Just keep talking shit!
Gary: You're a fucking punk! (smokes his cigarette.)
Tommy: Bitch, I will fuck you up!
Gary: Bring it, mother fucker! I'll ram your face into the car hood, mother fucker! (Tucks his cigarette behind his ear.)
Tommy: That's it, you're fucking dead now. (Advances to Gary. Gary jumps in pain and reaches for the cigarette he had just tucked behind his ear. There is a bit of smoke coming from his head.)
Gary: Ow! (Tommy grabs his arm before he can reach the cigarette, and holds it behind his back.) Ow! Fuck!
Tommy: I didn't even hit you yet. What are you whining about, boy?
Gary: There is a cigarette tucked behind my ear.
Tommy: Come to think about it, I do smell some burnt hair. (Releases Gary from his grip. Gary throws the cigarette down and pats out the smoky area in his hair. Everyone is laughing at him.)
Gary: Fuck you all. That fucking hurt. (His hair is burnt in a small area. It doesn't look to bad, but you tell something happened.)
Tommy: Maybe God didn't appreciate your theory on life.
Frank: On the other hand, he may have just proven it right. (Squige is at the keg, lifts it a few times. He fills a cup, then turns an empty one upside down on the pump.)
Squige: The keg is kicked.
Tommy: It's what?!
Mikey: Man, I'm leaving! (Starts walking toward the street.)
Squige: See ya! (Drinks a bit from the cup. Mikey has exited by now, walking up the street.)
Frank: So there is no more beer?(This is directed at Squige, who shakes his head.)
Squige: Not a drop.
Frank: It's pretty late. If there's no beer. I might as well go.
Tommy: I gotta leave too.
Vicky: I have to work in a few hours.
Heather: We should probably all skip. (Heather, Vicky, Frank, and Tommy stand up in a group.)
Gary: So you're all ditching us, huh? (Nods form the four.)
Squige: See y'all later. (Everyone says their good-byes. Vicky and Tommy get in Vickys car. Vicky starts it and the two of them leave. Frank and Heather walk by the camera to get to Franks car. They move at a much more gradual pace. They talk as they walk.)
Frank: You didn't even know her first name?
Heather: No. I had no idea.
Frank: That would have made an odd relationship, don't you think?
Heather: Yeah. I guess... Especially now that she's getting married.
Frank: That would put a damper on things.
Heather: You don't think there's a chance that they would-
Frank: I relly doubt it. (They have reached the car. Frank opens her door for her.)
Heather: Thank you. (She gets in. Frank closes the door, walks around and gets in on his side. We hear him ask her one question before the door closes.)
Frank: Did you ever consider a man? (Door closes. Car starts and drives away. Squige returns to Gary's car, to sit against the front wheel. He lets out a long sigh, drinks from his cup.)
Lisa: Just another day in Blossumdale.
Squige: Another dreary day.
Lisa: It's like this everyday here. Nothing ever goes on. (Squige finishes his cup)
Gary: What are we expected to do with our time, anyway?
Squige: And so we find ourselves drinking on private property which is not our own, even into the sunlit morning.
Lisa: We only have a few hours before Ted gets here to open the restaurant.
Squige: What time is it? (Gary looks at his watch.)
Gary: Seven o'five.
Squige: What time does Ted get here?
Lisa: About nine-thirty.
Squige: Shit...
Gary: I can't believe it's this late.
Lisa: We should go, Gary. I'm tired. (She and Gary stand.)
Gary: All right. It is pretty late.
Squige: Early. (Gary spins around to answer Squige, on the ground in front of his tire.)
Gary: What?
Squige: I said early. It's early.
Gary: No man. It's late.
Lisa: What time does late transcend into early anyway?
Squige: At about five.
Gary: But to say "It's getting early, we better get going" Just doesn't sound right.
Squige: Shut up and go home. It's too early for you kids to be up!
Gary: Do you want a ride?
Squige: Huh? No. I'm going to chill out here for a while before I go. I'll throw the keg out for you too, so don't worry about that.
Gary: All right, man.
Lisa: Bye Squige.
Squige: Bye Lisa. See you later Gary. (Lisa gets in the passenger side of the car, Gary walks over to the driver side.)
Gary: Oh yeah. Hey Squige! Before I go...
Squige: Yeah?
Gary: Could you get off of my tire so I can drive out of here.
Squige: Oh. Yeah. All right. (Squige stands up.)
Gary: Thanks, asshole. (Gets into the car and starts it up. The car begins to drive away. As it passes Squige, he bumps his knee into the side of the car and acts like his foot was run over. The car drives off. Squige is alone. He looks at the camera.)
Squige: I can't believe they fell for that! You can come out now, Mikey! (Mikey comes walking from the woods.) What a bunch of idiots. (He fills up his cup from the keg again. Mikey has reached him.)
Mikey: I told you that shit would work.
Squige: I can't believe no one checked it out.
Mikey: It's because I left as soon as the beer ran out. They assumed it really was. (Mikey fills a cup.)
Squige: We have about two hours before Ted returns to start the shift.
Mikey: So we'll be leaving when he pulls in?
Squige: Most likely. (The two share a laugh, then drink from their beers.)
Mikey: This is the single most devious thing the two of us have done.
Squige: Somehow I find myself disappointed in our friends.
Mikey: Oh well. Fuck 'em.
Squige: You're damn right. I fucked Steves shit up for what we drink. It is mine to do with as I please.
Mikey: I love beer. (He kind of sings this line.)
Squige: Shut the fuck up. This ain't no musical.
BLACK SCREEN
Roll credits
Fade into a circling shot of the group, shadows lounging around the cars. No music plays. The group just stares at the horizon as a sliver of light plays across its surface. Gary sits perched atop his car roof, Lisa leaning her back against it beside him. Squige sits on the ground, back against Garys front tire. Tommy and Vicky sit on the back end of one of the cars, Frank stands beside Heather, on the side of a car. Mikey stands in front of the car. All face the same direction, the camera ending at a behind view of the group, facing the beginning sunrise. We hear, but do not see Squige talk from the front tire.
Squige: Hey man! (Squige rises and faces the group.) The fucking sun is rising. (No one responds.) Do you realize that most people don't see the sun rise? They're all too involved in their daily lives and schedules. They're so caught up in things that they fail to notice the things life was intended for. Like sunrises, and sunsets. And boobs.
(Mikey raises his cup in salute.)
Mikey: Here, here.
Lisa: They realy don't know what they're missing.
Gary: I feel small when I see the sun rise. Like ants witnessing a colossal unity. It makes me wonder why we're even here, you know? Not to repeat myself... But why are we hear? What is our purpose?
Squige: To live life to the max, baby. To get so trashed that when you go, you don't care. Cause you've done everything.
Heather: I think our purpose is just to live.
Mikey: Just to live?! What kind of fucking purpose is that?!
Heather: We're just here to live, that's all.
Mikey: You're not making any sense! What you are saying does not make sense.
Heather: But-
Mikey: It is senseless. You're not talking right.
Heather: Maybe there isn't such a grand purpose! Maybe it's all chance and meaningless! Maybe none of it matters. (Frank shrugs.)
Frank: Maybe all of it does.
Gary: I picture us as Gods entertainment.
Tommy: Oh come on! We're more than just entertainment.
Gary: Think about it, Tommy. Don't just declare is blasphemy. Hear me out. Let's put yourself in Gods place. You've got all this power, right? You have so much power that with a thought you can create anything you want. And just as easily destroy it. The only problem is that you're alone. You've got nothing better to do, you're bored out of your mind. You need entertainment. So you create this whole universe of beings. Planets covered with beings that war upon one another. These crazy little fuckers kill, burn, destroy and create, create and destroy. Endlessly doing something. An almost constant source of amusement. Then they turn around and do stupid shit like worshipping goats. You made these things from clay, and these little fucks are going to deny your importance in their world! Are they that fucking stupid?! Do they not realize that you can destroy them with a thought?! (Shrugs.) But you decide to let them live, because they're still kind of funny.
Tommy: You're suggesting we're a circus?
Gary: Essentially, yes. (Lights a cigarette.)
Tommy: That was the stupidest thing I have ever heard in my entire life.
Lisa: So much for the brief moment of seriousness.
Tommy: No. I mean it. That was just dumb. I've heard some dumb things hanging around this group, but that was among the worst.
Gary: Well that's your ignorant as fuck opinion!
Tommy: Fuck you! I'll kick your ass!
Gary: In a little bit, mother fucker!
Tommy: Yeah?! Just keep talking shit!
Gary: You're a fucking punk! (smokes his cigarette.)
Tommy: Bitch, I will fuck you up!
Gary: Bring it, mother fucker! I'll ram your face into the car hood, mother fucker! (Tucks his cigarette behind his ear.)
Tommy: That's it, you're fucking dead now. (Advances to Gary. Gary jumps in pain and reaches for the cigarette he had just tucked behind his ear. There is a bit of smoke coming from his head.)
Gary: Ow! (Tommy grabs his arm before he can reach the cigarette, and holds it behind his back.) Ow! Fuck!
Tommy: I didn't even hit you yet. What are you whining about, boy?
Gary: There is a cigarette tucked behind my ear.
Tommy: Come to think about it, I do smell some burnt hair. (Releases Gary from his grip. Gary throws the cigarette down and pats out the smoky area in his hair. Everyone is laughing at him.)
Gary: Fuck you all. That fucking hurt. (His hair is burnt in a small area. It doesn't look to bad, but you tell something happened.)
Tommy: Maybe God didn't appreciate your theory on life.
Frank: On the other hand, he may have just proven it right. (Squige is at the keg, lifts it a few times. He fills a cup, then turns an empty one upside down on the pump.)
Squige: The keg is kicked.
Tommy: It's what?!
Mikey: Man, I'm leaving! (Starts walking toward the street.)
Squige: See ya! (Drinks a bit from the cup. Mikey has exited by now, walking up the street.)
Frank: So there is no more beer?(This is directed at Squige, who shakes his head.)
Squige: Not a drop.
Frank: It's pretty late. If there's no beer. I might as well go.
Tommy: I gotta leave too.
Vicky: I have to work in a few hours.
Heather: We should probably all skip. (Heather, Vicky, Frank, and Tommy stand up in a group.)
Gary: So you're all ditching us, huh? (Nods form the four.)
Squige: See y'all later. (Everyone says their good-byes. Vicky and Tommy get in Vickys car. Vicky starts it and the two of them leave. Frank and Heather walk by the camera to get to Franks car. They move at a much more gradual pace. They talk as they walk.)
Frank: You didn't even know her first name?
Heather: No. I had no idea.
Frank: That would have made an odd relationship, don't you think?
Heather: Yeah. I guess... Especially now that she's getting married.
Frank: That would put a damper on things.
Heather: You don't think there's a chance that they would-
Frank: I relly doubt it. (They have reached the car. Frank opens her door for her.)
Heather: Thank you. (She gets in. Frank closes the door, walks around and gets in on his side. We hear him ask her one question before the door closes.)
Frank: Did you ever consider a man? (Door closes. Car starts and drives away. Squige returns to Gary's car, to sit against the front wheel. He lets out a long sigh, drinks from his cup.)
Lisa: Just another day in Blossumdale.
Squige: Another dreary day.
Lisa: It's like this everyday here. Nothing ever goes on. (Squige finishes his cup)
Gary: What are we expected to do with our time, anyway?
Squige: And so we find ourselves drinking on private property which is not our own, even into the sunlit morning.
Lisa: We only have a few hours before Ted gets here to open the restaurant.
Squige: What time is it? (Gary looks at his watch.)
Gary: Seven o'five.
Squige: What time does Ted get here?
Lisa: About nine-thirty.
Squige: Shit...
Gary: I can't believe it's this late.
Lisa: We should go, Gary. I'm tired. (She and Gary stand.)
Gary: All right. It is pretty late.
Squige: Early. (Gary spins around to answer Squige, on the ground in front of his tire.)
Gary: What?
Squige: I said early. It's early.
Gary: No man. It's late.
Lisa: What time does late transcend into early anyway?
Squige: At about five.
Gary: But to say "It's getting early, we better get going" Just doesn't sound right.
Squige: Shut up and go home. It's too early for you kids to be up!
Gary: Do you want a ride?
Squige: Huh? No. I'm going to chill out here for a while before I go. I'll throw the keg out for you too, so don't worry about that.
Gary: All right, man.
Lisa: Bye Squige.
Squige: Bye Lisa. See you later Gary. (Lisa gets in the passenger side of the car, Gary walks over to the driver side.)
Gary: Oh yeah. Hey Squige! Before I go...
Squige: Yeah?
Gary: Could you get off of my tire so I can drive out of here.
Squige: Oh. Yeah. All right. (Squige stands up.)
Gary: Thanks, asshole. (Gets into the car and starts it up. The car begins to drive away. As it passes Squige, he bumps his knee into the side of the car and acts like his foot was run over. The car drives off. Squige is alone. He looks at the camera.)
Squige: I can't believe they fell for that! You can come out now, Mikey! (Mikey comes walking from the woods.) What a bunch of idiots. (He fills up his cup from the keg again. Mikey has reached him.)
Mikey: I told you that shit would work.
Squige: I can't believe no one checked it out.
Mikey: It's because I left as soon as the beer ran out. They assumed it really was. (Mikey fills a cup.)
Squige: We have about two hours before Ted returns to start the shift.
Mikey: So we'll be leaving when he pulls in?
Squige: Most likely. (The two share a laugh, then drink from their beers.)
Mikey: This is the single most devious thing the two of us have done.
Squige: Somehow I find myself disappointed in our friends.
Mikey: Oh well. Fuck 'em.
Squige: You're damn right. I fucked Steves shit up for what we drink. It is mine to do with as I please.
Mikey: I love beer. (He kind of sings this line.)
Squige: Shut the fuck up. This ain't no musical.
BLACK SCREEN
Roll credits