Snap Detour
                 "Kansas City (Pilot)"

                           by

                      Jason Gulati

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FADE IN:

EXT. MISSOURI COLLEGE CAMPUS - DAY

Cars are lined up and down the roads, stuffed with boxes.
People are pouring out of the dormitories.

GIMMY PHELPS, 20, a decent-looking but unkempt guy, hauls a
bag down the sidewalk.

                         GIMMY
            In case you're wondering about the
            crowd, it's the last day of finals.
            Everyone who doesn't live here is
            going home with their families.

He drops the bag in front of him.

                         GIMMY
            Except me. Don't get me wrong, I
            love my family.

He lights a Dunhill cigarette in his lips.

                         GIMMY
            But I haven't been doing so hot at
            school. My grades aren't low enough
            for them to kick me out, but
            they're not high enough to matter.
            It's like academic limbo, and it's
            just not worth their money.

He pauses, then takes a slow drag.

                         GIMMY
            So I've decided to leave. I'm
            heading west and I don't know where
            I'll end up. I got a grand in the
            bank and one suitcase in the car.
            And I sent a letter with all my
            stuff to my folks.

He takes a third drag, this one slower than the last.

                         GIMMY
            I couldn't stand to face them, not
            just yet. But I didn't want them to
            tell the police I went missing,
            either. You know?

LLOYD FARMER, a local townie, scratches his head.

                         LLOYD
            Uh, sure.

                                                            2.

He fans the smoke from his face.

                         LLOYD
            Hey, you should quit smokin' so
            much, Gimmy. They say it's bad for you.

                         GIMMY
            No kidding.

Lloyd picks up the bag into the truck among the other bags.

                         LLOYD
            Everything's loaded up there.

                         GIMMY
            Great, you make sure they get these,
            alright?

                         LLOYD
            Will do. See ya later.

Lloyd jumps in the truck and pulls off, leaving a cloud of
smoke in its wake. Gimmy drops the cigarette butt.

OPENING CREDITS

INT. BANK - DAY

                         GIMMY
            I'd like to take out three hundred
            dollars.

Gimmy is standing at a teller booth.

                         TELLER
            And what's the name on the account?

                         GIMMY
            Gimmy Phelps.

She punches keys on the computer, then looks up.

                         TELLER
            Nothing came up. Can you spell
            "Phelps"?

                         GIMMY
            Actually, you're probably just
            spelling my first name wrong.

He hands her his driver's license.

                         GIMMY
            It's Gimmy with a G.

                                                            3.

                         TELLER
            Oh! Okay, one second.

She goes back to the computer.

                         GIMMY
            I don't really know what my parents
            were thinking with that one. It's
            too close to the name "Kimmy". Well,
            I guess Jimmy with a J is closer.
            J... K... yeah. But... it also
            looks like the word "gimme".
            Although that's not really a word.

She chuckles. He looks at her, puzzled.

                         GIMMY
            What?

She puts a withdrawal slip on the counter.

                         TELLER
            Oh, just, I need you to fill this out.

He grabs a pen and starts to work on it. A dull silence follows.

                         TELLER
            So, if you don't mind me asking,
            what's the money for?

                         GIMMY
            I'm going on a trip.

                         TELLER
            Where to?

                         GIMMY
            I have no idea.

She mimics his puzzled look.

                         TELLER
            You don't?

                         GIMMY
            Nope.

                         TELLER
            So you're just going to wander
            aimlessly for three months?

                         GIMMY
            No. I mean, I guess I shouldn't
            have said 'trip'. I'm moving.

                                                            4.

                         TELLER
            But you don't know where.

                         GIMMY
            I don't.

He hands the slip back to her. She runs it through a machine.

                         TELLER
            So you're just going to get on the
            highway. Then what?

                         GIMMY
            Well, I'm going west. But after
            that... yeah, no idea.

                         TELLER
            Don't you have a family? Friends?

                         GIMMY
            They'll understand. Hopefully.

She hands him the money.

                         TELLER
            Have a safe trip.

                         GIMMY
            But--

                         TELLER
            Everyone comes back eventually.

                         GIMMY
            Uh... well, thanks.

She smiles as he turns to leave.

EXT. HIGHWAY ROAD - AFTERNOON

A single car, an old Toyota Cressida, slows up the massive
traffic flying by from behind.

INT. TOYOTA CRESSIDA - CONTINUOUS

The interior is reminiscent of the old luxury styling: big,
soft couch seats, digital gauges, and burgundy coloring.

                                                            5.

                         GIMMY
            You like it? It was a steal-- I
            bought it at a police auction for a
            hundred and fifty dollars. I mean,
            the previous owner was a serial
            killer, but it's mechanically sound.
            He kept it well-maintained. Just...
            I don't use the trunk.

His single bag is in the back seat.

Gimmy's cell phone rings to the sound of "Roxanne" by The
Police. He picks it up.

INTERCUT:

                         GIMMY
            Hello?

On the other end, DAVE PETERMAN, 18, a good-looking guy with
long, dark hair.

                         DAVE
            Gim, it's Dave.

                         GIMMY
            Oh, what's up?

                         DAVE
            Have you left campus yet?

                         GIMMY
            Yeah, why?

                         DAVE
            Well turn around and come back, the
            folks are gone so I'm having a
            party tonight.

                         GIMMY
            You're back in KC already?

                         DAVE
            I went home last week. I flunked
            out, remember?

                         GIMMY
            I had no idea. That sucks.

                         DAVE
            Hardly. I got a job at an
            advertising company.

                                                            6.

                         GIMMY
            How?

                         DAVE
            Because I kick ass.

                         GIMMY
            Oh.

                         DAVE
            So are you coming or what?

                         GIMMY
            Yeah, I don't know. I sorta wanted
            to--

                         DAVE
            Free booze.

                         GIMMY
            I'll be there.

                         DAVE
            Good.

END INTERCUT.

Gimmy sets the phone down.

A car honks behind him and starts to pass. Gimmy throws down
the pedal and flies ahead.

EXT. KANSAS CITY - EVENING

Establishing. Heavy rush hour traffic complemented with a
falling sun.

INT. TOYOTA CRESSIDA - CONTINUOUS

                         GIMMY
            Kansas City. You know, I thought
            I'd at least be out of Missouri
            before I stopped. It's sort of
            anti-climactic. But hey, free booze.

Gimmy looks to his left, with Royals Stadium looming right
off the highway.

                         GIMMY
            Life must be tough as a Royals fan.
            But someday, it'll be their year. I
            mean, they gotta wait in line
            behind the Cubs, but someday.

                                                            7.

EXT. DAVE'S HOUSE - FRONTYARD - EVENING

The Cressida pulls in front of the gate leading into the
sprawling plot of land owned by the Peterman family.

Gimmy reaches out and flips the call switch.

                         DAVE (VO)
            Yeah, state your business.

                         GIMMY
            It's Gimmy. You guys seriously have
            a call box?

                         DAVE (VO)
            It's a long walk to the gate, and
            we haven't installed cameras yet.

                         GIMMY
            Interesting.

The gate opens.

                         GIMMY
            Is there a call switch for the
            front door, too?

                         DAVE (VO)
            Don't be a smart ass, just walk in.

INT. DAVE'S HOUSE - MAIN ROOM - EVENING

The huge interior looks as if it was designed by a
professional. Fancy oriental rugs and shiny objects.

                         GIMMY
            I'm afraid to touch anything.

                         DAVE
            You should be, because so am I.

He opens a china cabinet and starts putting pieces in a box.

                         GIMMY
            Are you robbing your own house?

                         DAVE
            No, I'm drunk-proofing it.

                         GIMMY
            Drunk-proofing?

                                                            8.

                         DAVE
            Basically, anything that can't be
            fixed or replaced with a day's work
            has to be moved.

                         GIMMY
            To where?

                         DAVE
            There's a gardening shed in the
            backyard that I'm going to lock up,
            far away from the drunks.

                         GIMMY
            You're expecting that many people?

                         DAVE
            I've never thrown a shitty party.
            Oh, that reminds me, I need you to
            go pick up kegs from the liquor store.

                         GIMMY
            I'm still twenty.

                         DAVE
            Whatever dude, they're already paid
            for. You just have to get them.

                         GIMMY
            How many?

                         DAVE
            Six.

                         GIMMY
            You want me to fit six kegs in the
            Cressida?

                         DAVE
            Of course not. You can take the
            Econoline.

                         GIMMY
            You guys have an Econoline?

                         DAVE
            Yeah, it's inconspicuous and my
            parents always use it to haul stuff.

                         GIMMY
            Haul what?

                         DAVE
            I have no idea.

                                                            9.

                         GIMMY
            Great.

Dave throws the keys to Gimmy.

                         DAVE
            Don't be long. The directions
            should still be in the car.

EXT. LIQUOR STORE - NIGHT

Establishing. The white Econoline van pulls in.

INT. LIQUOR STORE - CONTINUOUS

Old, dirty liquor store.

Gimmy walks up to the counter. YURI, the old, dirty clerk,
looks up from the TV.

                         YURI
            Can I help you?

                         GIMMY
            Yeah, uh, I'm here to pick up an
            order for Peterman.

Yuri thumbs through his book.

                         YURI
            Ah, yes. I just need to see some ID.

                         GIMMY
            ID?

                         YURI
            Yes, I need to make sure you are
            Peterman. Merely a security measure,
            you understand.

                         GIMMY
            Oh, but I'm not Peterman. I'm just
            picking up his order. Didn't
            someone call and tell you I would
            be retrieving?

                         YURI
            No.

                         GIMMY
            You're sure?

                         YURI
            I am always sure.

                                                           10.

For a moment, Gimmy stares Yuri down.

                         GIMMY
            Okay.

He flips his phone open and calls Dave.

INTERCUT:

                         DAVE
            What's up, are you here?

                         GIMMY
            No, Yuri won't let me pick up the
            package.

                         DAVE
            What? I told him you'd be coming.
            Put him on the phone.

Gimmy hands the phone to Yuri.

                         GIMMY
            Peterman wants to talk to you.

Yuri takes the phone.

                         YURI
            Yes, hello.

                         DAVE
            Yuri! I called you half an hour ago,
            I told you my friend would be
            picking up our package.

                         YURI
            This is not Peterman.

                         DAVE
            Of course it is, don't be ridiculous.
            Now we paid for those kegs and I
            sent this boy to pick them up.

                         YURI
            How do I know this is you?

                         DAVE
            Do you want me to come down there
            and prove it, Yuri? We give you
            years and years of our business and
            this is how you treat us? You make
            me come down there?

                                                           11.

                         YURI
            I just want to make sure I don't
            give your order to a thief.

                         DAVE
            Well, I'll have you know he's not a
            thief, and that's offensive to his
            people. Now help him load the kegs
            into the van and let's forget about
            the whole mix up.

                         YURI
            Of course, Mister Peterman.

END INTERCUT.

Yuri closes the phone and hands it to Gimmy.

                         YURI
            Alright, well I need you to sign
            here and here. Then I'll help you
            load the van.

INT. DAVE'S HOUSE - GARAGE - LATER

                         GIMMY
            Why'd he call you "Mister Peterman"?

Dave and Gimmy are unloading the last keg.

                         DAVE
            He thinks I'm my dad.

                         GIMMY
            You're serious.

                         DAVE
            We sound similar. I've been yelling
            at him like that for years.

                         GIMMY
            He must think your dad is a jackass.

                         DAVE
            Well, the apple doesn't fall far
            from the tree.

They carry it into the kitchen.

INT. DAVE'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

                         GIMMY
            Do you really think you need six of
            these?

                                                           12.

                         DAVE
            I can't take any chances, I've been
            to a party where four kegs ran dry
            in a matter of hours.

                         GIMMY
            Yeah, I remember. I was there. You
            kept telling everyone that you were
            the "king of the world" with your
            arms outstretched.

                         DAVE
            I thought everyone loved that movie.

They set the keg down, next to the other five.

                         GIMMY
            So are you going to have food? This
            seems like the kind of place where
            you'd have food for a party.

                         DAVE
            No way. People eating means people
            take longer to become intoxicated.
            All I had was breakfast. And it was
            Raisin Bran with a glass of Metamucil.

                         GIMMY
            Colon is blown.

                         DAVE
            Besides that, it's too expensive
            and too messy.

                         GIMMY
            As opposed to the wake that's left
            by a swarm of drunks?

Dave shrugs.

                         DAVE
            The crumbs, man, the crumbs.

He opens the fridge.

                         DAVE
            You, however, are welcome to the
            food in my house.

                         GIMMY
            Thanks, I'm starving. So, wait, you
            don't want me getting drunk?

                                                           13.

                         DAVE
            Uh, do you have breasts?

Gimmy looks down.

                         GIMMY
            Sorta.

He goes for a turkey and provolone sandwich.

                         DAVE
            Very funny. No, seriously though, I
            don't need you getting completely
            plastered. You're a fun drinker,
            but memories of Branson still
            linger in my mind.

EXT. HARDEE'S RESTAURANT - DAY

Dave, Gimmy, and a couple other guys are walking in. Gimmy
stops.

                         DAVE
            You coming in?

                         GIMMY
            Uh... I don't think I'm gonna make it.

                         DAVE
            There's a bathroom inside, you just--

He keels over and starts vomiting in front of a window where
two old people are eating. They cover their eyes and turn away.

                         DAVE
            Alright.

Dave goes inside. A couple of bikers point and laugh.

INT. DAVE'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

                         GIMMY
            Yeah, that was bad.

                         DAVE
            You decided not to smoke that night,
            so every time we went out to smoke
            you came out with a jello shot,
            telling us it was just as good.

                         GIMMY
            I didn't even get any that night. I
            just got really, really drunk.

                                                           14.

                         DAVE
            So it wouldn't have mattered, you
            would've had whisky dick. Plus, you
            wait forever to get to the sex.

                         GIMMY
            Hey, just because I like to get to
            know a girl before I get her naked--

                         DAVE
            I can get to know a girl in one
            night, you can too.

Gimmy bites into his sandwich.

                         GIMMY
            What do you mean?

                         DAVE
            I mean you take too long with girls
            you just want to sleep with. You
            don't have to go through some long
            winding process to woo her, this
            isn't the old country. Chivalry
            died in 'nam.

                         GIMMY
            I just like to be nice to a girl.

                         DAVE
            You can still be nice. I'm nice,
            too. Just don't make her wait so
            long for the sex, man. Hey, I'll
            even help you out.

                         GIMMY
            Tonight?

                         DAVE
            Tonight.

                         GIMMY
            Why can't you convert to my method?

                         DAVE
            Because you can't stay in my house
            for a month, my parents are only
            gone for the weekend. Besides, this
            at least gives you choices.

Gimmy takes another bite.

                                                           15.

                         GIMMY
            Yeah, alright. So how are you gonna
            help?

                         DAVE
            As the host, girls will
            automatically flock to me. I'll
            find you one of those sweet, fair-
            skinned brunettes you like.

                         GIMMY
            You know me too well.

                         DAVE
            I've seen your Kate Beckinsale
            poster. And I've also seen you peek
            in on American Idol.

                         GIMMY
            That Katharine McPhee, good lord.

Dave nods.

                         DAVE
            Hot California girl, that one.

                         GIMMY
                   (singing)
            I got the "California love!"

He starts dancing.

                         DAVE
            Stop. No early 90's references.

Gimmy smiles, shrugs and takes another bite.

                         DAVE
            Hurry up with that sandwich, we
            gotta move all the drunk-proof
            boxes into the shed.

                         GIMMY
            Isn't it just more dangerous to put
            all the valuables in one place?

                         DAVE
            I'm using a high-grade military
            strength chain to lock it up.
            Nobody is getting inside that shed
            tonight.

                         GIMMY
            They make military strength chains?

                                                           16.

EXT. DAVE'S HOUSE - BACKYARD - NIGHT

                         GIMMY
            So where are you gonna put the key?

They're standing by the shed, which is all chained up. Dave
tugs on the lock to check it.

                         DAVE
            In my left pocket.

                         GIMMY
            Isn't that a little risky?

                         DAVE
            It's got to be on me at all times.

                         GIMMY
            You could put it in a secret spot
            in the house.

                         DAVE
            Okay, first, I trust myself more
            than I trust a crowd of drunks.
            Second, I might forget where that
            spot was between now and tomorrow
            morning.

                         GIMMY
            Point taken.

INT. DAVE'S HOUSE - MAIN ROOM - NIGHT

Gimmy sits on the couch while Dave takes a look around. A
buzzing noise emanates.

                         GIMMY
            What was that?

                         DAVE
            Someone's at the gate. Go check on
            them.

                         GIMMY
            How?

                         DAVE
            There's a console to your left. The
            buttons are labeled.

                         GIMMY
            What do I say?

It buzzes again.

                                                           17.

                         DAVE
            Dude, who cares? Just get it.

Gimmy gets up and presses the red button.

                         GIMMY
            Uh, what's up?

The voice of a woman comes across the intercom.

                         KARI (VO)
            It's Kari, and we've got a boatload
            of cars behind us if you wanna let
            us in.

Gimmy looks at Dave. Dave gives a thumbs up.

                         GIMMY
            Sure.

He hits the black button.

                         GIMMY
            Let yourself in the front door,
            sweetheart.

                         KARI (VO)
            Thanks!

Beat.

                         DAVE
            That was slick, Gim. Throwing
            'sweetheart' on the end.

                         GIMMY
            Felt like I was rich and owned the
            place for a moment there.

                         DAVE
            For tonight, you are and you do. By
            the way, Kari has a friend you
            might like, I don't know if she
            came but her name is Sasha.

                         GIMMY
            Like the figure skater?

                         DAVE
            Oh, I know you like her too. Yes,
            like that figure skater, though
            they don't look alike. You'd like
            this Sasha much more, I think.

                                                           18.

                         GIMMY
            I don't know, can she smile and do
            the triple lutz at the same time?
            That would win me over.

                         DAVE
            I know she can flex and bend her
            stuff. I saw her at a gymnastics
            competition last year.

                         GIMMY
            No shit.

                         DAVE
            None.

                         GIMMY
            Wait, what's wrong with her, why
            aren't you trying to get a piece?

                         DAVE
            I don't like to pick and choose
            before I know who's here, I just
            close my eyes and open on a cute
            girl. And you shouldn't get all
            bent up over a girl you haven't met
            and who might not be here.

The door opens and a flood of people burst in.

                         DAVE
            See, never a dull party with a
            Peterman around.

He looks out at the fresh crowd.

                         DAVE
            Hey, we need a guy to tap the keg!

A flurry of hands go up. Dave jumps down and turns to Gimmy.

                         DAVE
            I'm gonna go make sure they don't
            break a tap. I stashed some cold
            imports for you in the seat
            cushions, so grab a beer and mingle.

He disappears into the thick. Gimmy reaches down and pulls
out a Corona. He opens it and takes a deep swig...

                                                           19.

INT. DAVE'S HOUSE - MAIN ROOM - AN HOUR LATER

Music is pumping, crowd is thickening. Standing exactly
where he was, he sets the Corona down, next to five other
bottles. Dave runs up to him.

                         DAVE
            You been standing here all night? I
            thought I told you to mingle. Here,
            follow me, I want to introduce you
            to some people.

He leads Gimmy into the back patio.

EXT. DAVE'S HOUSE - BACKYARD - NIGHT

SASHA LIDEN, an eye-catching brunette with soft features,
sits at an end of the table.

                         DAVE
            Have a seat.

Gimmy pulls a seat at the other end.

                         DAVE
            Sasha, this is my pal Gim.

                         GIMMY
            With a G.

                         DAVE
            Right. Gim, this is Kari's friend
            Sasha.

                         SASHA
            Say, I remember you, you were just
            sucking down those Coronas on the
            couch. Not really talking to anyone.
            Why is that?

                         GIMMY
            Oh, when I drink I tend to get lost
            in my thoughts. Just following them
            wherever they go.

She smiles big. Dave nudges Gimmy.

                         DAVE
            Nice, the deep intellectual card.

He hands him another Corona.

                                                           20.

                         DAVE
            Here's a beer, she's got a drink.
            If she wants another, you have dibs
            on the liquor cabinet.

Gimmy nods. Dave heads toward the door.

                         DAVE
            Well you two have fun, I'll be
            inside if you need anything.

He shuts the sliding door.

An odd silence.

                         GIMMY
            So... where is Kari, anyway? I
            never got to meet her.

                         SASHA
            I think she got sick and went home.

                         GIMMY
            Too drunk already?

                         SASHA
            No, she had food poisoning. I think
            it was the selfish she had at dinner.

Beat.

                         SASHA
            Shellfish. Sea had shellfish. No,
            she... had... shellfish!

He laughs.

                         GIMMY
            The selfish? Looks like you're the
            one who's had too much.

She smiles.

                         SASHA
            No, no, those sh- words and s-
            words are hard to pronounce in the
            same sentence.

                         GIMMY
            Yeah right, you're just sh-lurring
            your words all over the place.

                         SASHA
            I don't sound like that.

                                                           21.

                         GIMMY
            You sh-ound ridiculous!

She laughs and makes a face.

                         SASHA
            Stop! You're making me mad.

                         GIMMY
            Well then you certainly look cute
            when you're mad.

The banter stops. She blushes.

He takes another drink. She mirrors him.

                         SASHA
            So, what were you thinking about
            earlier, Mister Deep Thought?

                         GIMMY
            Those are secrets!

                         SASHA
            No secrets between us!

                         GIMMY
            But we just met.

She finishes her drink.

                         SASHA
            Whatever, we have a special bond.
            That breaks the chains of time.

                         GIMMY
            That's deep.

                         SASHA
            See, so now you can spill it to me.

Beat.

                         GIMMY
            Are you rubbing my ankle with your
            foot?

                         SASHA
            Oh, I don't know...

He laughs and takes a drink.

                                                           22.

                         GIMMY
            Is this how you coax information
            out of people?

She shakes her glass.

                         SASHA
            Nuh-uh, it's how I get someone to
            mix me another drink.

Gimmy grabs her glass and heads for the door.

                         GIMMY
            Don't you go anywhere, now.

                         SASHA
            I can't... not until I have my drink!

She winks. It seems to hit Gimmy with shock. He turns and
walks inside.

INT. DAVE'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

Dave is working a tap. He looks at a subordinate.

                         DAVE
            Hey, take over.

He walks up to Gimmy.

                         DAVE
            Dude, how's it going out there?

Gimmy looks at the glass.

                         GIMMY
            I gotta tell you, I am on fire.

                         DAVE
            See? Do you feel like you know her?

                         GIMMY
            I do.

                         DAVE
            You didn't need my help.

                         GIMMY
            Yeah, you only had to force me to
            sit with a girl.

                                                           23.

                         DAVE
            Sure, but you got the right banter
            and flirting going on. It's clutch
            for you.

                         GIMMY
            Man, I hope so. How are you panning
            out?

                         DAVE
            I forget that being host is pretty
            consuming. I'm gonna have to rely
            on someone being left at the end of
            the night.

                         GIMMY
            Good luck.

                         DAVE
            Nah, you take it. I got all summer
            to go to these kinds of parties, I
            know how boring St. Louis gets for you.

                         GIMMY
            I'm not going back to St. Louis.

                         DAVE
            Well you can't stay here.

                         GIMMY
            I know. I mailed all my stuff home.
            I'm driving out somewhere. Anywhere.

                         DAVE
            You're kidding.

                         GIMMY
            Hardly. As soon as I get on the
            highway, I think I'm gonna head
            northwest.

                         DAVE
            Holy shit. Wow. Well alright, dude.
            You definitely need the luck then.
            Mix that drink and get back outside.
            She had a vodka tonic, by the way.

EXT. DAVE'S HOUSE - BACKYARD - MOMENTS LATER

Gimmy brings Sasha her drink.

                         SASHA
            Nice of you to return.

                                                           24.

                         GIMMY
            I couldn't just leave you out here.

                         SASHA
            Of course not.

Sasha takes a sip and pulls in Gimmy's chair with her feet,
then pulls out one next to her.

                         SASHA
            Have a seat.

She smiles. Gimmy takes the invitation.

                         SASHA
            So why is your name spelled with a
            G? Isn't that weird?

                         GIMMY
            It's very weird. But so am I.

                         SASHA
            Oh, you're not weird. Peculiar, but
            not weird.

                         GIMMY
            Well who says weird is bad? I like
            being weird. I think people are
            drawn to my weirdness.

She rubs her chin.

                         SASHA
            I am noticing that.

They share a moment before Gimmy breaks the deafness.

                         GIMMY
            What about you? Dave tells me
            you're a gymnast.

She takes a drink.

                         SASHA
            Yep. Is that a problem for you?

                         GIMMY
            Hardly.

                         SASHA
            Good, because you have no idea what
            a gymnast could do with her body.

Gimmy tilts his head curiously and takes a drink.

                                                           25.

                         GIMMY
            Yeah?

                         SASHA
            I could break your neck with my legs.

                         GIMMY
            Is that a threat?

She chuckles. He finishes his beer.

                         SASHA
            Maybe.

He takes his hand off the bottle and places it on her thigh.

                         GIMMY
            So what would you call this?

She turns to him softly.

                         SASHA
            A proposition. I accept.

She stands up and grabs his hand.

                         SASHA
            Follow me.

                         GIMMY
            Wait, where are we going?

                         SASHA
            Your car.

                         GIMMY
            How'd you know I had a car?

                         SASHA
            Good answer.

EXT. DAVE'S HOUSE - FRONTYARD - NEXT MORNING

Re-establishing. A number of cars are still scattered across
the driveway.

EXT. DAVE'S HOUSE - BACKYARD - MORNING

The shed is still locked secure, although it looks like
people were trying to break in.

                                                           26.

INT. DAVE'S HOUSE - MAIN ROOM - MORNING

The house is a mess. A number of people are still scattered
across the floor.

INT. DAVE'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

Dave is tip-toeing through the mess. Gimmy walks in from the
other direction.

                         DAVE
            How's it going?

Gimmy yawns.

                         GIMMY
            Good, good. I just came to get some
            water.

Dave opens the fridge and grabs a carton of milk.

                         DAVE
            So how'd it go with Sasha?

Gimmy starts pouring himself a glass.

                         GIMMY
            Great. You were right.

                         DAVE
            About what?

                         GIMMY
            Getting to know a girl on the first
            night. Justifying a one-night thing.
            It's possible, I guess I get it.

                         DAVE
            Nice to see you've come around.
            Well, you're going to need the
            option. If you're traveling the
            countryside, you can't be waiting a
            month every time you wanna fool around.

                         GIMMY
            It'll have quite an effect, I admit.

                         DAVE
            Yeah. Are you going to stick around
            and help me clean up?

                         GIMMY
            Sure, it's the least I can do. I
            just have to take Sasha home.

                                                           27.

                         DAVE
            Always a gentleman.

                         GIMMY
            Always.

Gimmy takes a sip off his glass and turns to leave.

                         DAVE
            You want some milk?

                         GIMMY
            Nah, it's waiting for me in the car.

                         DAVE
            You son of a bitch.

Dave laughs as Gimmy walks out. He searches left pocket.

                         DAVE
            Now where did I put that key...

INT. TOYOTA CRESSIDA - DAY

Gimmy and Sasha are sitting the car, in front of her house.

                         GIMMY
            So did you have fun?

                         SASHA
            I most certainly did.

Beat.

                         GIMMY
            No regrets?

                         SASHA
            Nope. Why, what's eating you?

                         GIMMY
            I feel kinda guilty.

                         SASHA
            How come?

                         GIMMY
            We're never going to see each other
            again.

                         SASHA
            I know.

                                                           28.

                         GIMMY
            You do?

                         SASHA
            Yeah.

                         GIMMY
            And you're okay with that?

                         SASHA
            I'm fine with it. The suitcase in
            the back seat was kind of a give away.

Beat.

                         GIMMY
            You don't find yourself wanting to
            go out for ice cream?

                         SASHA
            We could. Do you want to?

                         GIMMY
            But doesn't that make it a date?

                         SASHA
            Yeah, we better not.

She leans in and kisses him on the cheek, then opens the door.

                         SASHA
            Take care.

                         GIMMY
            Yeah, you too.

He touches his cheek.

                                            FADE OUT.