Int. Anna's place - night
Tim sits on top of the toilet. The bathroom door is cracked open, but from where Tim sits he cannot see this. He reaches over to his jacket and pulls his works and small baggy of heroin. He prepares the heroin, heating it with his lighter. He sucks up the broth into his syringe. He ties the rubber band around his arm and attempts to find a vein. He has a bit of trouble finding the vein.
Suddenly there is a knock and bathroom door opens. Anna walks in.
TIM
Oh, shit.
Anna struggles to find words.
Anna
What are you...What the...
Tim holds the syringe in his right hand, using it to accentuate his points like someone would do with a cigarette.
TIM
I thought I locked the door.
Anna
The lock doesn't work.
TIM
Look, it's not what...It's just...I'm not a junkie, if that's what you think.
Anna
What?
TIM
I'm not a junkie. I'm not a junkie. I'm happily addicted. So fuckin' what?
Anna stands staring at Tim. She says nothing. Tears begin to stream down her face.
There are several moments of silence. They both hold their ground.
Finally Tim looks at the syringe, and decides to continue to shoot up.
TIM
You wanna stand there and watch? Go ahead.
Tim begins searching for a vein. He still has trouble getting a vein to pop. He becomes agitated and slaps his arm hard, more times than probably necessary. Eventually, Tim stops and pops the syringe into his arm. Upon completion, throws the syringe into the sink and slams backward, hard, into the toilet bowl.
Anna, still crying, continues to watch him as nearly passes out. She then, turns, disgusted at Tim, and walks slowly back into the bedroom.
The bathroom door remains wide open.
She sits on the side of the bed facing the bathroom, looking in Tim's direction. She does not wipe her tears.
After a moment Tim comes slightly out his stupor and turns towards the bedroom. He sees, Anna sitting facing him. She is vulnerable, beautiful, a wreck.
Tim slowly gets up and walks towards her. She offers no reaction to his advance, but merely looks into another dimension.
Tim reaches Anna, falls to his knees on the floor in front of her. He wraps his arms around her bare leg, caressing it. He begins to kiss the leg. Working his way up. He reaches her panties and begins to kiss her pussy sensually, over her panties.
She does not resist, but she barely acknowledges his presence.
He unskillfully pulls her panties down to floor.
Tim lays his head between her legs and inhales profoundly, taking in her odor. He begins to lick, to kiss her pussy long and deeply like two school kids, lovers who have just discovered the joys of french kissing.
Anna quietly moans, for a second. Tim continues on, while Anna closes her eyes, but she does not wipe her tears.
Int. Station wagon - day
Jake and Tim drive down a country road.
TIM
I don't understand why you won't let me drive.
JAKE
You're a terrible driver.
TIM
You're serious?
JAKE
I've never wrecked sober.
TIM
Me neither.
Jake looks at him.
TIM
Well, two, maybe three times, but they were just fender benders. I didn't total the car.
JAKE
That's my point. Even a little fender bender and we're in big trouble.
Ext. outside Jake's place - day - FlasHBACK, a few hours earlier
Gay Eric stands in the yard, watering flowers with a long hose.
Jake and Tim walk out of Jake's apartment and towards Gay Eric.
GAY ERIC
Hey guys.
They stop to talk to Eric.
JAKE
What's up?
GAY ERIC
What happened to you?
Tim giggles a bit.
JAKE
I'm all right. Tree got in my way.
GAY ERIC
Is your arm broken?
JAKE
No, just a minor separation.
GAY ERIC
Well good luck with all that.
JAKE
Yeah.
GAY ERIC
Look, if you need a week or two with the rent...
JAKE
Actually, I might. I've got no job and no money right now. You need some help selling?
GAY ERIC
Nah. I got out of that stuff. But, I know a guy...you really interested?
TIM
Fuck yeah!
JAKE
Yeah.
GAY ERIC
I know an old couple out in the country. The old man, he can't make enough money farming, right? So he's turned his barn into a meth lab.
TIM
(mocking Eric)
Noo!
GAY ERIC
Yes! Out past Mound City, by Clarksdale.
Ext. Country farm - day - flaSHBACK, a year earlier
GAY ERIc (V.O.)
I was out there with my Latino friend, Hector.
An old family farm that has fallen into disrepair. The old FARMER walks Gay Eric and his friend, HECTOR into the back yard of the farm house. The Farmer wears an old shirt with overalls over it. His face is leathered from a lifetime in the sun.
Farmer
You young kids know a lot about modern technology?
Gay Eric and Hector look each other and shake their heads.
GAY ERIC
I can hook up a car stereo.
FARMER
That's what I figured. The cable don't come all the way out here. So I called the satellite folks and they wanted...
(he thinks for a second)
Well they wanted a bunch a money.
GAY ERIC
Uh huh.
FARMER
So my son, he got me a deal on the antennae. Two hundred bucks.
GAY ERIC
Wow.
They walk up to an unusual looking satellite rig. It's a hog trough leaning on a water spigot with an antennae in the middle. A cable runs from the "dish" through the yard and into a window.
FARMER
So I took the ol' hog trough, don't need that no more since that corporate hog farm moved in.
Hector
So that's the smell.
FARMER
It takes a little gettin' used to. But maybe you could take a look at this, I can't get no picture. Me and my boy followed the directions.
GAY ERIC
Hmm...
Int. stATION WAGON - day - present
Jake swerves the car violently and almost drives off the road.
TIM
Holy shit!
JAKE
Whoops.
Tim decides now would be a good time to latch his seatbelt.
TIM
So were all the clubs broken?
JAKE
I'll replace them. I told you. You can have mine.
TIM
You're a lefty.
JAKE
So?
TIM
Am I ever gonna get to see 'em?
JAKE
Can we drop it?
Ext. cOUNTRY FARM - DAY
Jake's car pulls up the gravel driveway towards the house. Hearing them, the old Farmer walks out to meet the car. Smoke billows from the backyard. The Farmer approaches the passenger side window. Tim rolls down the window.
TIM
Ugh!
Tim covers his nose with his hand.
TIM
What's that smell?
FARMER
Afternoon, boys. There's a big ol' hog farm down wind.
JAKE
That's right.
Tim looks at Jake quizzically.
FARMER
Gay Eric told me you were comin'.
Tim turns to Jake.
TIM
(to Jake)
He calls him Gay Eric, too?
(to the Farmer)
So, should we come inside?
FARMER
Well, here's the deal. The wife and I had a little accident.
Ext. COUNTRY FARM - DAY - FlaSHBACK, A FEW HOURS EARLIER
A shed out back of the farm house sits quietly. The farmer walks out of the shed with a bucket in his hand. He walks about a hundred yards from the shed. Suddenly there is a huge explosion demolishing the shed and sending parts of the shed flying in every direction.
Ext. CoUNTRY FARM - DAY - presENT
The Farmer leans on the car window. He has a pinch of Copenhagen between his cheek and gum.
TIM
Wow.
FaRMER
So, we'll be up and runnin' in a coupla days. You boys are welcome to come back.
JAKE
When exactly should we come back?
The Farmer takes a second to spit.
FARMER
Can't rightly say. It won't be long. The wife's got some medical bills coming up soon and I'm gonna need a refill on my prescriptions.
TIM
Well, thanks mister.
Tim holds out his hand.
FARMER
My hands are a little messed up, but I'll be seein' ya.
JAKE
Bye.
Tim rolls up his window and Jake fires up the motor.
TIM
I'm thinkin' beer.
JAKE
Beer.
The farmer stands upright and watches them drive off.
Ext. Small town square - day
Jake's station wagon pulls up to a bar that sits on the small town square. In the middle of the square is city hall. There are few people milling about, but (not surprisingly) it is very quiet.
Jake and Tim get out of the car.
TIM
Here?
JAKE
Why not? There's always a bar on the town square.
TIM
There is?
JAKE
Where've you been.
They walk around the corner and spot a neon "Budweiser" sign.
JAKE
Neon.
Tim nods.
Getting closer, a sign that says, "Jim and Joe's" is visible.
The bar sits on a corner. Next to the bar is an old frontier style evangelical church with the wooden steeple reaching for the sky.
Tim looks around before entering and shakes his head.
JAKE
I like this place already.
Int. Jim and joe's bar - day
Jake and Tim are playing pool against two older residents, TRAV and JOSH, of the small rural town. The bar is quiet and dark, with no music playing. A few patrons sit at the bar. Trav is a skinny scrawny looking guy, while Josh is bigger, well, he's fat. Josh wears an old seed capĂthat would be really hip if someone else was wearing it.
Tim chalks up his cue and surveys the balls on the table. He and the rest of the group have many empty beer bottles laying on the table next to the pool table. They all continue to drink, everyone getting drunker and drunker.
A pile of money, about fifty bucks, lies on the corner of the pool table.
TIM
(to Trav)
So how much are we playing for?
JAKE
Knock it off, man.
Trav
Just shut up and play.
TIM
No really, how much?
Josh walks up to Tim, getting in his face.
Josh
I've about had enough of you.
Jake tries to pull Josh away with his one good arm, to minimal effect.
JAKE
C'mon, man. Let's play.
TIM
Jeez. Just askin' a question.
Tim, visibly drunk, hits his first shot.
TIM
Oh, yeah. It's too easy.
Tim walks by Travis.
TIM
(to Travis)
Too easy.
Tim quickly sinks the next shot. He now has a straight on shot on the eight ball to win.
TIM
Ooh. This a tough one. Better try this.
Tim flips his pool cue around and attempts to hit the cue ball behind his back.
Jake shakes his head.
TIM
Middle pocket.
Tim strikes the cue ball and the eight ball falls gently into the middle pocket.
Tim tosses the pool cue on the table smacks his hands together and yelps.
TIM
Whooh!
Travis tosses the money towards Tim. Tim starts to count the dough.
Trav
Hey, it's your turn to buy a round. We bought when we won.
JAKE
Right.
Tim raises the winnings in his hand and looks towards the bar.
TIM
Two more Budweisers for us and two of the shittiest cheapest beers you got for our friends here.
Tim laughs.
Josh rushes up behind Tim and decks him in the back of the head sending the money and Tim flying forward.
JAKE
Hey!
Jake takes his pool cue and breaks it over Josh's back. Josh is dazed and staggers to the side. Travis rushes to Tim and begins kicking him. The other two patrons in the bar and the bartender are merely spectators at this point.
Tim tries to crawl away and manages to get a few feet. Travis kicks him in the stomach, but slips and falls. Tim slowly gets up.
Jake fends off Josh by wildly swinging the sharp broken cue stick around. Tim leaps at Josh and tackles him from behind. Josh tries to throw him off, but Tim hangs on and grabs at his eyes, gouging them.
JAKE
Argh!
Josh violently tries to throw Tim off of him. Josh swings around while elbowing Tim in the gut.
Trav gets up and Jake decks him with the cue stick.
Josh finally grabs one of Tim's hands and pries it out his eye. He bites into Tim's hand.
TIM
Ow!
Josh bucks Tim off, sending him flying into the cigarette machine. The machine spews out quarters.
Josh staggers off towards Jake who fends off Travis with his pool cue.
Josh, partly blinded looks to pick a cue of his own. He has trouble picking it out from the multiple cues he now sees in his head.
Tim starts stuffing quarter into every pocket he has.
Josh finally picks up a sturdy pool cue and smacks Jake in the bad arm with it.
Jake drops the cue splinter he was holding.
Tim looks up and sees the OLD BARTENDER pull out a pistol from beneath the bar.
TIM
Gun!
Jake pushes a chair towards Trav and runs for the exit.
Tim makes his way to the door as well. They make it outside before the others.
Ext. JIM AND JOE'S BAR - daY
The Old Bartender comes out the door with his gun raised and cocked.
The church next door has just let out and MANY PEOPLE are milling about in their Sunday best.
Jake and Tim run through the crowd practically running over and an OLDER LADY.
The Old Bartender, joined now by Trav and Josh stop at the edge of the crowd.
Trav pulls the Old Bartender's gun arm down.
TrAV
Put that down.
The Old Bartender reluctantly complies. The three men quickly make their way back into the bar.
Tim and Jake high tail it down the street toward their car. Reaching the car they both stop, hunched over in absolute exhaustion.
TIM
You all right?
Jake nods and pulls the fifty bucks out of his sling and holds it up so Tim can see.
Tim laughs.
Jake puts the money away and tosses Tim his keys.
JAKE
You drive.
Tim walks over to the driver side of the car, the coins rattling in his pocket. He opens the car door and sits, the coins announcing his every move.
Int. sTATION WAGON - DAY
Tim and Jake drive down the country highway, back towards the city. They sit silently. Music plays. They don't look at each other. Jake stares out the window, rubbing his brow.
Ext. JAKE'S PLACE - night
Tim and Jake sit on the porch smoking cigarettes. Jake sits on the front of the porch, while Tim leans against the house at the back of the porch. Both men's faces are bruised and cut up now.
They sit in silence for what seems to be forever.
TIM
You ever gonna say anything?
Jake takes a drag on his cigarette and thinks for a second.
JAKE
Nope.
TIM
That's cool.
Tim takes a drag on his smoke and lets out a long exhale.
TIM (CONT'D)
So what are we gonna do now?
Jake turns around and looks at Tim.
JAKE
What are YOU gonna do?
TIM
What does that mean?
Jake turns back to looking towards the street.
JAKE
You figure it out.
TIM
Thanks.
Jake whips around.
JAKE
You are fucking asshole, man. You fucking selfish fuck. What the hell was that today? You get me into bar fight? That's the last fucking goddamn time. The last time.
TIM
That was a lot of cursing.
(quickly)
You were right there with me.
Jake turns back around.
JAKE
Right.
A few moments pass.
TIM
Look. I'm sorry. OK, I'm sorry for getting you into a fight, I'm sorry you tore up the grocery store, I'm sorry your Daddy doesn't love you. I'm fucking sorry. OK?
JAKE
Just get out of here. Get out of here, junkie.
Tim seems surprised.
JAKE (CONT'D)
You're a goddamn junkie, you piece of shit.
Tim nods and gets up and walks down the porch steps. He turns back and looks at Jake.
JAKE (CONT'D)
Get out of here. I'll throw your stuff in the car. You can get that later.
Tim raises his arms to waist high.
TIM
All right. All right.
Tim walks off down the street.
JAKE
Junkie!
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