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EXT.CALIFORNIA BEACH – DAY 1
Seagulls squawk, and the waves pound, but we’re not talking about Malibu Colony, here. This is a fairly rundown beach area, catering to lower-echelon surfers, vagrants, and strung out druggies of all ages, several of whom stand or sit on their haunches by a dilapidated old hamburger stand. Over the stand is a faded sign: "FAT SAM’S HAMBURGERS".
A simple but haunting electronic melody plays in the b.g.
INT. "FAT SAM’S" – DAY 2
Seated just inside the stand on a folding aluminum chair is a chubby man in his late thirties. He’s wearing a stained valor sweat suit and a cap. This is Fat Sam. He’s a dealer. Seated on the sand next to him is Fletch, a rangy man, early thirties, in jeans and a Magic Johnson T-shirt, nodding idly on a battered Casio music machine which he treats lovingly. This is the source of the title music.
So what do you figure?
No idea at all?
Okay. Some idea.
No, not for sure. When it comes, it comes.
You gonna want some $hit?
I think I’d rather have drugs.
(shakes head and smiles)
Sorry. I find a little humor really brightens
things up around here, don’t you?
A young junkie with a black eye – Gummy – passes.
Hi Sam. Hi Fletch.
Hi Gummy. How’s the eye?
It’s okay. The cops did it.
They busted me last week.
They bust you every week.
I know. I got bad luck or something.
Gummy exits. Fletch and Fat Sam watch him go.
That kid spends any more time in jail
He’ll have to start paying rent.
WIDER ANGLE THROUGH BINOCULARS
Fat Sam and Fletch conclude their conversation. Fletch walks back among the drifters, the nervous, expectant junkies. He stops to talk to a young man propped up on his elbows on a towel. Creasy.
4 CREASY AND FLETCH
That's what he said.
He doesn't know? How come he doesn't know?
I don't know how he doesn't know. He doesn't know.
Wonder who his supplier is.
I have no idea.
I wasn't asking.
He never leaves the beach, Fat Sam. Never leaves.
Sits in that chair, he's outta junk. Then he suddenly
gets up, he's got junk. So where does it come from?
Through the sand?
I think that's highly unlikely, Creasy.
I ought to get some sleep.
Creasy, how old are you?
(a touch of sadness)
You're not taking real good care of yourself.
5 WIDER - BINOCULARS AGAIN
---Fletch takes his Casio and starts off the beach. The binocular angle follows
---him. A pelican crosses the water. The binoculars move off Fletch and
---follow the flight of the pelican as it swoops low over the ocean.
6 BEACH PARKING LOT - DAY
---Fletch emerges into view, walking towards camera, when a Man steps into the
---immediate f.g., the binoculars at his side large in frame. Fletch Stops.
Excuse me. I have something I'd like to discuss with you.
---A trim man of approximately Fletch's age, wearing a perfectly tailored grey
---suit, is standing across from Fletch. This is Alan Stanwyk.
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