Saturday, September 3, 2011

Stuck Together


FADE IN.

INT. BLAKE’S SMALL APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - DAY

BLAKE, early twenties, dressed a bit sloppy, sits alone on his couch. He examines his hand. His phone rings. He picks it up.

BLAKE
Brian! What’s up?

CUT TO:

INT. BRIAN’S CAR - CONTINUOUS

BRIAN, also early twenties, dressed well, drives while on the phone.

BRIAN
Yo Blake! I got good news!

BLAKE
(from the phone receiver)
You got me a gig?

BRIAN
Even better. I got us a gig. Well, Charlie did. He’s doing it too.

CUT TO:

INT. BLAKE’S SMALL APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

BLAKE
Awesome! What is it?

BRIAN
(from the receiver)
We’re applauders. People at a show and we’re going to be doing a lot of clapping. It pays a grand for the night. Six P.M. til midnight.

BLAKE
Sweet, man!
(examines his hand more)
Hey, what do you use to remove warts?

CUT TO:

INT. BRIAN’S CAR - CONTINUOUS

BRIAN
That wart freezer stuff.

BLAKE
(from the receiver)
No, that stuff’s too expensive. There’s gotta be something else.

BRIAN
I don’t know, man. I gotta go though. I’m driving. I’ll meet you at your place in a couple hours.

Brian hangs up the phone.

CUT TO:

INT. BLAKE’S SMALL APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Blake tosses his phone on the couch. Examines his hand once more.

BLAKE
There’s gotta be a different way.

INT. BLAKE’S APARTMENT BUILDING, HALLWAY - EVENING

Brian strolls through the hallway on his phone.

BRIAN
Yeah, I’m here now. About to go in. Head over as soon as you can. OK. Bye.

He hangs up the phone. Walks up to a door that is SLIGHTLY AJAR. It’s Blake’s door. Brian peers in.

BRIAN
(calling)
Blake?

BLAKE (O.S.)
Yeah, come on in!

Brian enters slightly confused.

INT. BLAKE’S SMALL APARTMENT, KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
Brian enters. Pushes the door ALMOST CLOSED behind him. Looks into the living room. Sees Blake sitting on the couch, hands PRESSED TOGETHER.

BRIAN
What are you doing? Praying?

Blake makes a face of self-disappointment.

BRIAN
(extremely concerned)
What?!

Blake doesn’t answer.

BRIAN
I know that face, Blake! You’ve only made that face twice in your life. Once when you crashed my car and the second time when you farted in the elevator in the Empire State Building. That face only means disaster! Why are you wearing that face?

BLAKE
My hands are glued together.



BRIAN
What?!

BLAKE
My hands are glued together.

BRIAN
I heard you! How did you manage that?

Brian walks into...

INT. BLAKE’S SMALL APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

...the living room. He sits on a chair across from the couch.

BLAKE
Well, if you have glue on your hands it’s pretty easy to forget it’s there and get your hands stuck together.

BRIAN
Alright, well I think I can wrap my brain around that. But why would your hands have glue on them in the first place?!

Blake is ASHAMED.

BRIAN
You do realize this is the worst thing you could have done, right? You could have gotten a pick axe stuck in your forehead and it would have been better than getting your hands glued together one hour before you are going to a job where you are applauding! That’s all you’re doing! Clapping! That’s it!

BLAKE
I know, I was practicing.

BRIAN
Practicing?!

BLAKE
Yeah, I wanted to make sure I had it perfected.

BRIAN
Blake, it’s clapping. You do it all the time. You should be doing it every time I come back to your house because it’s astonishing I even come back here!

BLAKE
I was just trying to be a good method actor.

BRIAN
Wait. But why was there glue on your hands in the first place?

BLAKE
I read that glue helps remove warts online.

BRIAN
Wow. Are you serious?

BLAKE
I read it on a site!

BRIAN
It’s glue, man! You don’t put that on your hands ever!

BLAKE
I was just trying to get rid of my wart.

BRIAN
Alright. Well, let’s just figure out a way to get your hands unglued.

BLAKE
The glue dissolving solvent is in that tube right there.

Blake motions towards two tubes on the couch next to him. One has a BLUE CAP and one with a RED CAP.

BLAKE
I got it out of the drawer but I couldn’t open it.

BRIAN
Which one is it?

BLAKE
Uh...the red one.

Brian grabs the red one. Opens it. Holds it over Blake’s hands. CONTEMPLATES this.

BRIAN
This isn’t gonna work. I gotta rub it on with my hands.

Brian SQUIRTS A LOT all over his hand.

BLAKE
Oh, whoops. The red one’s the glue. You want the blue one.

BRIAN
Oh, come on man!

BLAKE
Just wipe it off real quick.

Blake reaches behind him and grabs a cloth as Brian tries to wipe it off with his other hand. It gets STUCK.

BLAKE
Use this cloth.

Blake sees that Brian’s hands are stuck. Brian realizes it too. He looks up.

BRIAN
Did I seriously just do this too?

He STRAINS but cannot pull his hands apart.

BLAKE
I told you, it’s real easy to do!

Brian GLARES at Blake.

CHARLIE (O.S.)
Hey guys?

BLAKE
Yeah, come on in Charlie.

CHARLIE, mid twenties, enters, CONFUSED.

CHARLIE
What are you guys doing? Praying?

Blake and Brian make faces of SELF-DISAPPOINTMENT.

CHARLIE
(angry)
What are those faces?

FADE OUT.

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