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INT. BELMONT SHORES APARTMENT - 1968 - DAY

George and Barbara are sleeping late. Their bodies

intertwined beneath the sheets. A slam of the front door

wakes them up. It's Tuna.

TUNA:

Hey, wake up. Come on, you two

lovebirds. Hurry, I want to show you

something.

George and Barbara shake cobwebs out and stumble into the

kitchen to find Tuna holding a brown paper shopping bag.

TUNA (CONT'D)

Figured it out.

GEORGE:

Figured what out?

TUNA:

You know how we were wondering what we

were going to do for money? Being how

we don't want to get jobs and whatnot?

Well, check this out.

Tuna takes the paper bag and empties its contents on the

kitchen table. It's a grey mound of stocky, seedy marijuana.

Barbara examines the reefer.

BARBARA:

Tuna, this is crap.

TUNA:

I know it's not the greatest. It's

commercial.

BARBARA:

It's garbage.

GEORGE:

It's oregano. You got ripped off, pal.

What are you gonna do with all this?

TUNA:

We sell it. I got it all figured out.

We make three finger lids and sell them

on the beach. We move all of it. We've

made ourselves a hundred bucks. Or a

lot of weed for our head. What do you

think? Not bad, huh? I got the baggies

and everything.

BARBARA:

You can't sell this to your friends.

TUNA:

Man. F*** you guys. I have this great

idea and you guys have to be all

skeptical.

BARBARA:

Look, if you really wanna score some

dope, I got the guy.

EXT. THE WHIPPING POST - MANHATTAN BEACH - 1968 - DAY

George, Barbara and Tuna stop outside the front door.

GEORGE:

Are you sure this guy is cool?

BARBARA:

You'll see for yourself.

TUNA:

A beauty parlor for men? Sounds pretty

queer.

They walk in.

INT. THE WHIPPING POST - MANHATTAN BEACH - 1968 - CONTINUOUS

George, Tuna and Barbara enter. The Whipping Post is

California's first male hair salon. George looks around at

the customer's being pampered. Haircuts, pedicures,

manicures.

GEORGE:

Nothing like this back home.

BARBARA:

Derek!

DEREK FOREAL is a curious man. Daringly effeminate,

especially for the sixties, he is always surrounded by

beautiful women. As he sees Barbara, he stops his haircut

and runs to embrace her.

DEREK:

Barbie!

Derek's female entourage rush over as well. Kisses all

around.

DEREK (CONT'D)

So, this is the new man, huh? He's

cute!

George and Tuna stick out there hands.

GEORGE:

George.

TUNA:

Tuna.

DEREK:

Tuna, oh my. Enchante, George. Barbie,

he's yummy. He looks like a Ken doll.

Oooh, Ken and Barbie. It's perfect.

Alright, girls, give me five minutes.

Derek makes dismissing gestures and the girls scatter.

DEREK (CONT'D)

Everyone, shoo! You, too, Barbie. I

want to talk to the boys alone.

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