EXT. A condo in a quite suburb. Morning time.

    A housewife is jogging down the deserted street. Her face has a youthful glow making her look twenty-five instead of thirty-two but the beauty of childbirth and tedious years in the suburbs has left her with the figure of a pear. A sprinkler goes on. The jogger swerves around the water and keeps panting down the road. From the back it’s easy to see why she’s out in the morning, the runners butt has a hard time fitting into the black stretch pants she is wearing.

INT. Living room. Morning.

    Four GUITARS, two telecasters, a stratacaster and a Gibson. A KURWIEL K200 synthesizer is set up in the corner of the room. It is very quite. Down the hallway an alarm starts going off in one of the two bedrooms.

BEEB BEEB BEEB!

INT. Bedroom. Morning.

    PAUL and SOPHIE are sleeping. SOPHIE slowly wakes up and reaches to her bedside table to turn off the alarm. PAUL continues to sleep. SOPHIE yawns and looks at PAUL with loathing.

SOPHIE
Useless mother fucker.

    PAUL wakes up.

PAUL
What?…who?…fucker?…Oh fuck my head. God I feel like shit.

SOPHIE
Good.

    SOPHIE starts to get out from under the covers. PAUL reaches over and grabs SOPHIE from behind. He takes his arm and wraps it around her breasts.

SOPHIE
Let me go.

PAUL
Just a quick one So. You know I love sex when I’m hung over. When I come it feels like my whole being is shooting out of my cock.

SOPHIE
Yeah, Yeah. I was ready for you last night. Where the fuck were you?

    PAUL shrugs, he kisses her neck and hugs her close.

PAUL
Trying to get a gig… please. I’ll give you puppy dog eyes.

SOPHIE
God, you have stinky breath and you fucking smell like a brewery. No.

    PAUL continues playfully.

PAUL
Come on So. Slap and tickle.

SOPHIE (stern)
I said no! I have to go to work.

    SOPHIE gets out from the covers naked. She walks out of the room and closes the door. PAUL takes his left hand to his temple. He looks at the closed door. With his right hand PAUL starts to masturbate.

INT. Shower. Morning.

SOPHIE turns off the faucets and steps out of the hot shower.

INT. Bathroom. Morning.

    SOPHIE dries off and lightly sprinkles Baby Powder on herself. She puts one towel around her head and another around her body. The mirror is steamed up. On the glass SOPHIE notices where PAUL wrote ‘PAUL Heart’s SOPHIE’ with a wet finger the night before. SOPHIE wipes away the condensation and looks at her REFLECTION.

SOPHIE
Sophie you’re a career girl now.

INT. Bedroom. Morning.

    PAUL is masturbating furiously. He has sweat on his forehead. There is a noise in the hallway. PAUL hears SOPHIE coming back into the room and suddenly stops. SOPHIE walks in. PAUL turns over to hide his erection under the covers. SOPHIE looks at him and shakes her head.

SOPHIE
Are you getting up?

PAUL
Did you see my note?

SOPHIE
Sweet. I don’t want you here all day, you know it pisses off Eden.

PAUL
Eden pisses me off.

SOPHIE
Yeah well she pays rent, you know?

SOPHIE drops the towel from around her body and starts to put on her bra and panties.

PAUL
Oh So you are the most beautiful girl in the world. You radiate more heat than the sunshine.

SOPHIE gives PAUL a little knowing smile.

SOPHIE
Paul if you’re so hot and bothered use your hand. Lord knows it never gets put to any other use. Like working.

PAUL (embarrassed)
Yeah, Yeah.

    PAUL reaches over to his side of the bed where his clothes are scattered into a pile. He pads his jacket and pulls out a packet of Marlboro Lights from the side pocket. SOPHIE gets dressed.

PAUL (cont.)
So you know I’m a musician. I can’t just work like other people. I’m only motivated by creating, not back breaking. Besides it’s all glamour, attitude. Sex Drugs and Rock and Roll! Trust me I suffer enough for my art.

SOPHIE
Yeah, well Paul, writers write and musicians play god damn music. Your stuff just sits in the corner of the living room. And glamour? You’re getting fat.

PAUL (hurt and alarmed)
Fat?

SOPHIE
Yeah fat. You used to be so gorgeous. I mean you were beautiful like Jim Morrison or, or like Elvis.

PAUL
And Now?

SOPHIE
Well now you look like, well, Jim Morrison or Elvis. Know what I mean?

SOPHIE grabs perfume off her dresser and walks out of the room. She is dressed for work.

SOPHIE (Cont. from hallway)
I was serious about you getting out today.

    The SOUND of the front door is heard as SOPHIE leaves. PAUL takes a last drag on the cigarette and puts it out on SOPHIE’S pillow. He looks at it with guilty pleasure. PAUL gets out of bed and dresses in the same clothes from the night before. He smells the Adidas top and decides it’s OK for a few more days wear. As PAUL puts on his black suede pants he sucks in his stomach. After the top button is done he lets his stomach sag back out. His shoes are worn out Pumas that he slips his feet into without undoing the laces. He grabs the cigarettes and leaves his coat on the floor. He pats his stomach in disgrace. PAUL walks out of the room.

INT. Bathroom. Morning.

    PAUL splashes his face with cold water. He doesn’t use soap or brush his teeth. His little love letter from the night before is wiped away.

INT. Hallway. Morning.

    As PAUL walks down the hallway he passes a closed DOOR and gives it the finger.

INT. Living room. Morning.

    PAUL sits down cross legged with a Gibson guitar. He plugs it into a Fender Amp, then turns the amp on. He is about to strum the first few cords but then stops. PAUL looks around the room.

PAUL
Fuck.

    PAUL looks at his stomach hanging over his belt. PAUL shakes his head, closes his eyes and starts playing and singing.

PAUL (singing)
I’m lying in the gutter

and I smell like shit and piss

I got a mouth of rotten teeth

that longs to be kissed

I have a big fat sagging stomach

and a small limp little penis

I always wanted to be loved

I see- you walk by me

I see- you walk by me

I see- you walk by me

I see- you walk by me

I’m lying in the gutter

and I smell like piss and shit

I look up at the night sky

and I know the sun is a star…

    PAUL pauses and then plays again. Eden walks into the room wearing a bathrobe loosely wrapped around her. The fine silk cloth barley conceals her firm breasts hanging freely in the morning sunshine coming through the windows.

PAUL (singing)
I’m lying in the gutter

and I smell like shit and piss

I look at the night sky

and I’m afraid to live or die...

 

EDEN
I wish you would fuckin’ die.

PAUL is startled by EDEN who has her hand on her hips.

PAUL
Oh, Good morning sunshine.

EDEN
You fucking woke me up again. Paul you’re a god damned unemployed musician aren’t you supposed to fucking sleep late? You shit head, you know I work nights.

PAUL
I get up when So gets up. I can’t help it.

EDEN
I want you out of the house before my Soaps start.

PAUL
I’m working on a song.

EDEN
I don’t give a shit.

    EDEN mimics PAUL by throwing her head back in mock singing and playing air guitar.

EDEN (Cont.)

I’m so lonely and fat I want to die

because I live off other peoples beer and French fries

I sit in the gutter and watch the sky

You’re a poet all right. Ha!

 

PAUL (sad and defeated)
You think I’m fat?

EDEN
Let’s just say, if I was being nice, I would say that you’re stocky. Truth?

PAUL
Truth.

EDEN
Paul you’re what? Twenty-five?

PAUL
Twenty-six.

EDEN
Even better. Truth. You have the stomach of fifty year old man and the tits of a twelve year old girl, a developed twelve year old girl. That’s no way to be a sexy lead singer. The only heavy lead singer in the history of your precious Pop music that’s been sexy is Shaun Ryder and that’s because he’s the coolest fucker on planet Reebok. And Tom Waits is still very hot. He’s paid his dues.

    EDEN walks into the kitchen to make tea and heat up a strawberry Pop tart. PAUL walks out of the house with the AMP still on.

EXT. Outside Condo. Morning.

    It’s a bright sunny day and PAUL looks for his shades. He can’t find the sun glasses so lights up a cigarette. Across the street, the NEIGHBOR with the sprinkler is working on his lawn. The NEIGHBOR regards PAUL’S smoking with abject horror.

INT. Kitchen. Morning.

    EDEN is watching PAUL through the window. She takes a big bite of Pop Tart. From inside the kitchen she can see the NEIGHBOR and PAUL talking but she can’t her the conversation.

EXT. Outside Condo. Morning.

NEIGHBOR
Oh boy. No smoking.

PAUL
What?

NEIGHBOR
No smoking in this neighborhood. How long you been living here?

PAUL
I don’t. My girlfriend moved in about two weeks ago.

NEIGHBOR
Is that your girlfriend making all the damned racket?

PAUL
No, sorry I guess that was me. I’m in a band.

NEIGHBOR
A band a what? You some kinda Gypsy?

PAUL
No man, a rock band.

NEIGHBOR
Distinguish that cigarette. Oh boy, I said no smoking.

PAUL
You were serious?

    PAUL throws the cigarette on the pavement and rubs it out with his FOOT. The man rushes over.

NEIGHBOR
Oh boy. Son you don’t have any respect.

    The NEIGHBOR bends over and picks up the CIGARETTE and shakes it in PAULS face.

NEIGHBOR (Cont.)
I don’t want you around here. I’m gonna get a petition against you.

PAUL
Jesus settle down. I’m leaving already. Where do I catch the bus into the city?

NEIGHBOR
There is no bus.

PAUL
Who the fuck lives anywhere where there is no fucking public transportation?

NEIGHBOR
Who wants to go anywhere? How did you get here?

PAUL
Walked.

NEIGHBOR
Well I reckon that’s the way you should leave.

PAUL
Oh shit man, I’m fucking hung over I don’t want to walk.

The NEIGHBOR looks at PAUL in disbelieve.

NEIGHBOR (Cont.)
Oh boy. Cursin, boozin’, smokin’ makin’ that noise. I’m telling the council about you.

PAUL
Whatever man. I’m out of here.

NEIGHBOR
Good.

    PAUL starts to walk away. He stops and turns to face the NEIGHBOR.

PAUL
I got a question for you. You think I’m fat?

NEIGHBOR
You could stand to loose a few pounds.

INT. Kitchen. Morning.

    EDEN finishes off the Pop tart. She shakes her head.

INT. Irish Bar. Morning.

    The BAR is closed. PAT the bartender is getting ready for the noon crowd even though they don’t serve lunch. There is a knocking on the locked door.

PAT (under his breath)
Oh shit.

    PAT looks at the CLOCK and sees that it’s 10:32. The KNOCKING grows louder.

PAT (shouts to closed door.)
Go away Paul.

PAUL (from outside)
Come on Pat. I know you’re in there. Let me in I’m thirsty.

PAT (under his breath)
Every fucking day.

    PAT goes to the door and opens it. PAUL gives PAT a cheesy grin.

PAUL
Thanks brother.

    PAT walks to behind the bar and PAUL sits on a stool.

PAUL
Is the asshole here?

PAT
No.

PAUL
Great.

PAT
You still gotta pay for your drinks.

PAUL
What? I’m your best fucking customer.

PAT
Yeah a real Norm Peterson.

    PAUL reacts nervous to NORM’S name. He sits up and sucks in his GUT.

PAT

OK I’ll spot you the first one until someone stupid enough comes in to buy. Than you’re on your own. But just for your general information…customers pay.

    PAT puts a pint of STOUT in front of PAUL. PAUL takes a long first sip.

PAUL

God I wish you could get real Guinness here.

    PAT starts to take the glass away.

PAT

You want real Guinness go to St. James gate, go to Kilkenny or go to Cork for all I care. Just don’t be talking bad about my pints.

    PAUL guards his beer.

PAUL

I was just kidding. I think they make Beamish in Cork. Shit don’t be so serious.

    PAT gives PAUL a hard stare.

PAT

Especially when it’s fucking free.

 

PAUL

All right, all right.

    PAT softens up

PAT

OK. You got any gigs lined up?

PAUL

I gotta talk to Bobby. Man it’s good to have friends, I got into another fight with So. Without you and Bobby there’s no one else I like. Sophie is my best friend and lover but now it’s like I don’t know her. I think she’s changing.

PAT

Paul she can’t afford to be a party girl anymore. Anyway people change. She got a real job.

PAUL

I don’t change.

PAT

That’s a good thing?

PAUL

Well she’s acting like the people we used to make fun of. I seems it used to be us against them.

PAT

Them? She got a job. I got a job. I’m one of them?

PAUL

I know I know and I was proud of her but lately I don’t know. You can have a job and not be them, I think. And you’re not them because you don’t have a real job.

PAT

This is a real job.

PAUL

This is nepotism. You work at your asshole cousins bar.

PAT

No more free drinks for you. If you get a gig is that a job?

PAUL

Maybe.

PAT

Buy Sophie some flowers.

PAUL

I don’t have any money. I could write her a song.

PAT

Why don’t you call her.

PAUL

Yeah OK.

    PAUL gets up and walks to the phone. He stops and turns back to PAT who nods, then flips a QUARTER to PAUL. PAUL catches it and goes to the PHONE in the back of the bar by the bathrooms.

PAUL (into receiver)

Hi Jill, is Sophie there?…OK.

INT. Office. Morning.

    JILL is on the phone and SOPHIE is standing next to her.

JILL

Sorry Paul, she’s here but she’s in a meeting. I’ll tell her you called. Bye.

 

INT. Bar. Morning.

    PAUL hangs up the phone distressed. FRANK the upstairs neighbor, a regular tough guy with a fat neck wearing just a sleeveless T-shirt, boxer shorts and flip flops walks up and stands in front of PAUL who is looking into space with a sad look on his face. PAUL is blocking the toilet. FRANK takes the tabloid PAPER he is holding and WACKS PAUL on the HEAD.

FRANK

Hey rock star get the fuck out of the way before I get stuck.

PAUL

Oh hi Frank…Stuck?

FRANK

Yeah man. Constipation. I can’t take a proper dump at my place because I got this young thing there. I can’t smell up the place man, chicks don’t dig that.

PAUL

I thought you were on your Honeymoon.

FRANK

No that’s off. Sally was a dog. Some friend you were. Thanks for telling me.

PAUL

What, you didn’t marry Sally?

FRANK

No.

    FRANK walks past PAUL and into the toilet. PAUL walks back to the bar. PAT has a drink waiting for him.

PAUL

Thanks Pat.

PAT

I guess we’re open early again. You call?

PAUL

Yeah, she was busy. Hey didn’t Frank marry Sally?

PAT

No.

PAUL

But we went to the bachelor party. Wasn’t he married the next day? I didn’t go because I was too hung over.

PAT

Nobody went. Well people went but not Frank. He called it off.

PAUL

Why?

PAT

Well you remember that stripper?

PAUL

There were two.

PAT

The one with the banana?

 

PAUL (a little horrified)

Yeah.

PAT

Well Frank lives with her now. She moved in the next day, the day of his wedding.

PAUL

Oh man. What about Sally. She must be crushed.

PAT

Yeah I guess.

PAUL

I mean I never liked her but shit.

PAT

I know.

PAUL

I am so glad I’m in love. I couldn’t handle being single again.

FRANK walks out.

FRNK

A shot?

PAUL

Sure.

 

 

    PAT lines up three shots and puts a bottle of Irish whiskey on the bar. A drunk English guy named IAN walks into the bar. IAN is sharply dressed and looks like a member out of OASIS, one of the brothers.

IAN(to Paul)

Hey mate this an Irish pub?

FRANK (to IAN)

You a Limy?

    NO ONE answers FRANK. PAUL answers IAN.

PAUL

Not really.

PAT gives PAUL a dirty look.

PAT

It’s got a slight Irish theme to it.

IAN

Sounds good to me. Just flew over, I got pissed on the plane. They give you free drinks.

PAUL

I understand.

IAN

I want to keep going. This place is brilliant. I’ve been here two hours, meet a bird, everyone is so friendly. I don’t want to be jet legged.

PAUL points to the shots lined up one the bar.

PAUL
Best way to avoid it, better than Melatonin.

PAT places another glass on the bar and pours. The four MEN pick up the shots.

PAT
To the new love of your life Frank? (sarcastically)

 

FRANK (oblivious to sarcasm)
Fuck yeah.

PAUL
To true love, my So.

IAN
America.

    The MEN click glasses and down the whiskey in one.

 

FRANK
Another?

    FRANK whips out a huge wad of bills. PAUL looks at the money with nervous eagerness.

PAUL
OK.

PAT
I’m out.

    FRANK, IAN and PAUL cheers.

IAN
Cheers.

FRANK
Prochst.

PAUL
That’s a lot of money you got there Frank.

FRANK
Honeymoon savings. Mostly Sally’s.

PAUL
Could you lend me some. I’m fighting with Sophie. If I could have like fifty bucks I could take her to lunch, buy a nice bottle of wine and a new pillow case. It would really help me out.

FRANK
Pillow case?

PAUL
I asked on it by accident. She doesn’t know yet.

FRANK
Paul I've known some guys that fuck up with woman but man you take the cake. Yeah OK. But only because I know how nice it is to be in love, and Sophie’s a nice girl. Too nice for you. Ha Ha!

    FRANK hands the money to PAUL but just as PAUL reaches it FRANK pulls it back. IAN orders a pint of Lager.

PAT (to IAN)
You know if they make Beamish Stout in Cork?

IAN ( to PAT)
No that’s Murphy’s.

PAT nods to himself and looks at PAUL with a smile.

FRANK
If I don’t get it back by next week I’m gonna have to fuck you up. It’s my reputation. Understand?

PAUL
Yeah.

FRANK hands over the money. PAT crosses his arms.

FRANK

Not to be hard on you but that’s the way things are. I’ll have to kick your skinny ass.

    FRANK pinches PAUL hard on the side. IAN sips his beer.

FRANK (Cont.)
Not so skinny anymore.

IAN
Fuck. I’ve left me mate across the street. I’ll be right back to buy a few rounds.

    IAN rushes out of the bar. FRANK and PAUL continue their conversation without replying to IAN.

PAUL
Yeah, Yeah. Thanks Frank. See ya Pat.

PAT
Ciao. Good luck. And for your general information Beamish is not made in Cork.

PAUL
Whatever.

PAUL turns to the door. Outside a horn blares and tires screech.

PAUL
Ouch.

FRANK
That dumb fuck. Two hours in America and he gets hit by a car. He must a been drunk, pissed.

PAT
Maybe it was the jet leg?

PAUL
Maybe he just looked the wrong way?

FRANK
He was going to buy the drinks too, well Pat you better call 911.

PAT
Yeah I guess so. What’s the number?

FRANK
9-1-1 you dumb fuck. You in shock?

PAT
If he dies I was the last person to serve him a drink. Can I get in trouble for drunk walkin?

PAUL
Listen I gotta go. Frank go help the poor bastard.

PAUL leaves.

INT. Flower shop. Late morning.

    A nice old LADY is working the shop. There are colorful bouquets everywhere. PAUL takes a deep breath.

PAUL
Your place smells great.

LADY
Thank you. What could I help you with today?

PAUL
One single red rose.

LADY
For your girl?

PAUL
Yup.

LADY
Classy. She’ll love it. I’m going to leave the stem long.

PAUL
Great.

EXT. Street. Noon.

    PAUL is sitting on a bench in front of SOPHIE’S building holding the rose, occasionally smelling it. SOPHIE walks out with JILL. PAUL calls out to them.

PAUL
Hey So.

    The GIRLS don’t hear. PAUL starts to walk towards them. The GIRLS start walking away from PAUL. Then they stop. JILL gives SOPHIE a kiss on the check and walks down the street. SOPHIE cuts right down an ally.

PAUL
Hey Sophie.

    SOPHIE still doesn’t hear. PAUL walks down the ally and ends up behind the building. PAUL doesn’t see her. Then he hears a man’s voice.

ALEX
Hey Sophie, over here little kitten.

    PAUL is startled and mouths ‘little kitten’ to himself. SOPHIE runs to ALEX.

SOPHIE
Alex this is so secretive. I love it.

    PAUL jumps behind some garbage cans a few feet away. He is surrounded by rotting rubbish.

ALEX
My little pussy cat loves to be bad.

    PAUL mouths ‘pussy cat’ to himself. The rose trembles in his hand. ALEX has SOPHIE in his arms. She kisses his neck, then comes up for air.

SOPHIE
I love how you smell. That cologne.

ALEX
Drakkar Noir. French.

SOPHIE
And your hair.

ALEX
I change different premium shampoos every few weeks. It’s better for your scalp.

SOPHIE
It is so nice to be close to a man who smells nice.

ALEX
Have you dumped that smelly alcoholic yet.

SOPHIE
No.

ALEX
So, he doesn’t bath. He just sits around dreaming that he’s a rock star.

PAUL mouths ‘So’ to himself.

SOPHIE
I know but he’s so pathetic but I used to love him.

ALEX
That slobs trash.

    PAUL looks around at the garbage cans. SOPHIE slithers down ALEX’S body and starts giving him head. PAUL drops the flower and stands up to walk away. PAUL turns around one last time and sees ALEX looking right at him, pointing with his index finger and mouthing ‘slut’. PAUL walks back down the alley.

EXT. Outside Bobby’s run down apartment. Afternoon.

    PAUL is ringing the door bell repeatedly. Bobby yells from inside.

BOBBY (inside)

Fuckin’ quit ringing the fuckin’ bell. Just come in as long as your not the cops. I repeat anyone but the cops.

PAUL walks in.

INT. BOBBY’S Apartment. Afternoon.

    BOBBY is sunk on the couch. There is a bong between his legs. He exhales a smoke belch. The MUSIC on his massive stereo is the Sabers of Paradise. The room is lit by one red light bulb.

BOBBY
Paul I didn’t get the fuckin’ gig.

    BOBBY notices PAUL’S state. He searches for the remote to the stereo and turns off the music.

BOBBY (Cont.)

We’ll get another one man.

PAUL
It’s Sophie. I know she’s cheating on me.

BOBBY (startled)

Oh man it was only that one time, we were so drunk. You were passed out. I mean you were there. It was nothing. I swear.

    PAUL looks at BOBBY in disbelief. He walks out.

INT. Irish Bar. Afternoon.

    Pat is behind the bar. He is the only one in the place.

PAT
What’s the matter?

PAUL
I don’t want to talk about it. Where is everybody?

PAT
Up at Franks. He’s on a bender. Ian is up there with his friend.

PAUL
Who?

PAT
Ian. The English bloke.

PAUL
So he lived.

PAT
Just hurt his leg. Was so drunk that he just rolled with it. Ian and his Liam are upstairs with Eden.

PAUL
This is one bad day. I want to hop a bus…Frank’s out of it?

PAT
Yeah. Spending all of Sally’s life savings.

PAUL
Yeah?

INT. Steps of FRANK’S Apartment. Afternoon.

    PAUL walks up the stairs. Music and the noise of happy revelers can be heard before he gets to the closed door. PAUL knocks and there is no answer so he just walks in.

INT. FRANK’S Place. Afternoon.

    IAN and his friend LIAM are on the couch. IAN’S right FOOT is bandaged. EDEN is sitting smug between the two English guys. EDEN is dressed in sexy, revealing club clothes. The stripper who does tricks with bananas is cutting up lines of coke on the table. A few of the bar’s regulars are sitting around with cans of beer in the back ground. On the table next to the stripper is Guinness in bottles, and a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and cans of coke are sitting in a cooler of ice. FRANK is standing in the middle of the room telling a joke. FRANK’S pants are down around his knees.

FRANK
Penguin, get it. Ha Ha.

FRANK sees no one is laughing. He turns to Liam.

FRANK
What’s the matter Billy Boy? No one in England have a sense of humor since Princess Die?

Still no one laughs at FRANK.

LIAM (under his breath)

Wanker.

A BAR REGULAR

She was lovely. That’s in poor taste.

FRANK sees PAUL.

FRANK
Paul man join the party.

PAUL
Yeah sure.

PAUL sits down.

PAUL

Hi Eden.

EDEN

Paul.

IAN

    You know each other. Brilliant. This is Liam. They gave me the best pain killers.

PAUL
Hey Liam.

LIAM
Hello.

    FRANK is high and sweating, he runs over and hands PAUL a beer. FRANK’S pants are back up. He pulls out a lot smaller wad of money than he had a few hours ago. PAUL looks at the money.

FRANK
We gotta go on another run.

PAUL
I’ll go.

PAUL reaches to take all the money.

EDEN
I wouldn’t trust that guy Frank.

PAUL
Fuck off Eden.

    The DOOR slams open. SALLY is standing in the doorway with her right HAND behind her back. .

SALLY
Frankie!

FRANK
Oh shit.

    SALLY looks around the room.

SALLY

Out. Everybody get the fuck out now!

The MUSIC stops.

FRANK
Uh, I guess the party’s over.

LIAM
Let’s go clubbing.

EDEN
It’s 2 PM not 2 AM.

SALLY
Frank, I want the money right now.

    FRANK hands over the money in SALLY’S left hand. SALLY looks at it.

SALLY
No Frank. I want all of it.

FRANK
That is all of it Sally wally.

    SALLY freaks out. From behind her back she produces a large butcher knife in her right hand. She tries to put the money in her pocket and hold the knife with both hands but in her rage she drops the knife into her foot.

SALLY

AHHHHH!

    EVERYONE dashes out of the room including IAN who has to struggle against a hurt leg, strong pain pills, gallons of booze and no sleep for twenty-four hours. He leans on EDEN. SALLY flails her arms wildly but remains in place pinned to the floor by the knife.

INT. Hallway of FRANKS. Afternoon.

    People are having a hard time running down the stairs in single file. SALLY’S screams can be heard.

INT. Irish Bar. Afternoon.

    PAT is dancing by himself to the POUGES. He is startled as EVERYONE except the STRIPPER runs into his bar.

FRANK
Holly shit!…Wait where’s Candy?

EDEN
Last I saw she was high tailing it with all your coke.

FRANK
Oh.

EDEN
Frank, you have to back up there and set Sally free.

FRANK
No way man.

EDEN
Frank she is your fiancee.

FRANK
Was.

EDEN
Frank!

FRANK
OK, chicks man.

INT. Irish Bar. Afternoon.

    An ambulance pulls up outside for the second time that day. IAN, out of his head, waves to the PARAMEDICS. FRANK helps SALLY into the back of the ambulance, he hesitates then also gets in. A PARAMEDIC shuts the door, walks around to the passenger side and they take off. PAUL walks out the of the bar.

EDEN

Where's he going?

PAT
He’s having a bad day.

INT. FRANKS Apartment. Afternoon.

    PAUL is looking through the apartment for money. He doesn’t find any and settles on taking the Bottle of Jack Daniel’s.

EXT. Alley. Night.

    PAUL is crawling around in the garbage looking for the rose. The BOTTLE of Jack is 3/4ths drunk. PAUL finds the ROSE and sniffs it. He smiles and lays on his side in the fetal position.

EXT. Club. Night.

    EDEN and LIAM walk out of the CLUB. HOUSE music can be heard blaring inside. EDEN kisses LIAM. LIAM pulls back and throws up.

EDEN
Good night honey.

    LIAM stumbles against the wall with throw up drooling out his mouth. He is about to collapse in an alcohol, drug frenzy, topped by sleep deprivation . EDEN walks away.

EXT. Alley. Night.

    PAUL is passed out holding the bottle of Jack Daniels. He is lying next to the rose. EDEN is walking down the alley in a short skirt and tight top. She stops and looks at PAUL.

EDEN
Paul?

EDEN nudges PAUL with her foot. PAUL doesn’t respond. EDEN looks both ways down the alley. She pulls down her panties, hikes up her skirt and bends over PAUL. A yellow streak of hot liquid pours out of EDEN’S bottom as she pisses on him. PAUL doesn’t move. When EDEN is done she pulls her panties back up and walks down the alley leaving PAUL soaked in piss lying in the gutter. PAUL opens his eyes and looks at the night sky.

PAUL
Thanks Eden. I know the sun is a star.